Even as she had run over to me I had seen thirty sets of eyes follow her, drinking in her splendor, jealous of the attention I was receiving.She was a...out five foot seven but her upright posture, her pulled back shoulders, and her firm, proud breasts made her look taller, and as she moved, her long, dark blond hair bounced over her shoulders and back, the soft tendrils seeming to caress her with each step she made.My eyes involuntarily followed her soft curves, the long arch of her neck leading. Slowly, The Magic Switcher began to flash, but still nothing elsehappened. I got a bit spooked, but the small blue bead seemed to be stuckon the pink side now, so there wasn't much I could do anyway.I went to put the device down, when I noticed some more writing. Surelyit hadn't appeared? I just hadn't noticed it before."In order to complete your change from male to female, it is necessary toalter objects and memories around you, so that no one else is aware ofthe magic. The magic alters. I’m not sure how long we were like that but at a point I could hear him coming closer, the sound of the gravel crunching on the trail. The only thing I could think of doing was burying my head in his neck in an attempt to keep my face covered.It was quiet for a while. Eventually, the guy who was watching us started to talk, mostly about how sexy he thought I was and how great I looked fucking. It was then I realized my friend was getting hard again. He hadn’t gone completely soft and was still. At first, she was perfectly still, as we both took in the wonder of her clenched hand buried inside me. The feeling was both forceful and intimate. Our bodies were inextricably joined together in the brutal simplicity of her hand reaching inside me. The sensations were similar to a strap on except they seemed totally different. This was no fake rubber cock. This was flesh and blood, my lover's hand and wrist impaling my ass. The most literally connected I had ever been with another person. My.