I loved this moment, when Ilooked in the mirror I felt 100% female. From my nyloned toes to the topof my head I was Simone, lady of the house. My male...self retreated to thebackground and the female part of me totally took over and reveled in thefeelings that the outfit brought her. Simone loved the way her nylonsslid against the lining of the skirt. She also loved the way the bootsmade her balance on the balls of her feet, forcing her rear end and chestto stick out invitingly. She also loved. Women’s Submission Wrestling, or WSW, was a federation dedicated to women’s sexual wrestling. It was a far cry from the ‘submissive role society placed on women’ that she had planned to write on for her Women’s Studies course. She wondered if she could write a report on this instead. She reasoned that subject matter was far more titillating and could start a debate on whether this was progressive or regressive. It could be an in depth study with her going undercover as a sex wrestler herself. " The clerk sighed. "I did warn you that the reality might not be as goodas the fantasy. Here, let me study you." The clerk slowly circled Tiffany,looking up and down. "Just for the record, I'm examining the spell. I'mnot ogling you." A couple of minutes later he stopped and leaned on the counter. "Thereis little I can do. This spell was created to be a curse. It wasn'tdesigned to be removed." "A curse?" asked Tiffany. "Yes. To most men, being changed forever into a sexpot of a. Going from the left to right to center. I pull them past your knees and leave them halfway down. My tongue reaches out to explore the depths of your pussy and tease it with short bursts of pleasure. Nibbling, licking, tongue fucking, and sucking your whole pussy at once. I pick you up and turn you to face me, you on my lap, me still clothed. You start to take your dress and stockings off but i stop you. I take off my pants and shirt and you get on your knees and suck me rock hard. I lift you.