The aftershocks of that last orgasm were tearing through me, my limbs twitching and trembling. He reached over me, brushing the still-sensitive nipple on my bare breast, kissing my cheek. I can't believe that just happened... What...did I just do?
It all started a few weeks ago when I noticed a glint within the freshly raked autumn leaves on my walk home. I reached in...and pulled out a simple silver medallion on a thin string. A lost piece of jewelry no doubt...but there was something about it. I could almost feel a power stirring within... so I slipped it into my pocket and brought it home.
It wasn't long until I was entering a description of it online. And soon after...story after story of the "Legendary Medallion of Zulu". Many read like full-blown erotica. Though, of course, nearly all ended with the user "stuck" in a borrowed form. I thought, if I was careful, I could avoid that fate...
When I tried it with a sweatshirt left behind by an ex-girlfriend, my mind was blown as I watched in the mirror...my shape becoming hers... Soon, I was addicted to the female form. So sensitive. Mind-blowing orgasms. But there was only so much I could do and experience alone...
Then, I overheard my neighbors talking out front one night. A young married couple, the wife was going out of town for her friend's bachelorette party. She was gorgeous...and our shared wall made it clear that they had loud sex, often. Perhaps this was my chance...
Using a spare key under the mat I saw the husband use a few times, I snuck in while they were away. I pieced together an outfit of the wife's clothing and brought it back to my place. Once she was gone to the bachelorette weekend, I transformed...and headed over to see her husband. I made up a lie about a flight delay and he didn't question it too much...especially after I practically threw myself at him...
Sex as a woman was everything I dreamed and more. Pure bliss... I was hoping for a round two when his phone buzzed...his actual wife texting to tell him she had arrived safely. I quickly gathered enough clothing to cover myself and rush outside...realizing that I had left the medallion and was locked out of my own house...
Half-dressed, nowhere to go, and the angry husband in hot pursuit, I stood there...realizing that I had just fallen into the same trap as so many medallion users before me...
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