Bren reached over and placed her hand on my twitching cock again and squeezed slightly. I was in heaven. She then asked if she could “see it”. I s...owly pulled my shorts down until I was fully exposed.There I was, shorts around my thighs, dick twitching and bouncing leaking precum and one of the girls of my lust filled mind sitting next to me staring at it.Bren slowly reached over and wrapped her hand around me. It was the best feeling in the world, even better than my own. I was huffing and. My stories are a way for me to deal with my dysphoria and provide me with guidance as I continue this journey. I’ve met folks that have inspired me to write these stories, so, for now, they are a work of fiction, but maybe one day a reality.Chapter 1We had been chatting back for forth for weeks, Sir, as I would refer to him, had been becoming for and more infatuated with me, I was beginning to really enjoy the attention. It started with leaving me Good Morning messages, and cute emojis through. It transforms people. Not just into otherpeople, mind you, but into fictional characters complete with theirabilities. Say, for example, we changed someone into Sherlock Holmes.They would be every bit as good a detective as the character was. On theother hand if we used the spell to change someone into, say, a flyingsuperhero they would be able to fly." How is that possible?"Kestra shrugged. "It's magic, silly boy."Smith chuckled. "That's all the answer she will give us. It seems. She looked up curiously but she stood as he said. He pulled her in front of himself in the aisle between the rows of seats. Two grab poles stood beside her, one on each side and he made her grab onto them to steady herself on the rocking subway car. Then he leaned forward and whispered in a soft low growl in her ear, "It's show time!" Jack yanked down the top of her off the shoulder top to her waist, and her breasts sprang free, her nipples instantly hardening in the cool air. Olivia gasped.