1. Just like Magic Part 2 - The long way back


    Date: 3/18/2017, Categories: Fantasy Authoritarian, Cum Swallowing Female/Female Transgendered, Author: Ovid, Source: sexstories.com

    This is the sequel to Just like Magic - The Change . To understand this story I highly recommend reading that first. If you prefer not to, read the summary below XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXSpoilersXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX In part one a young aspiring magician named Henry Williams attends a performance by a reclusive master magician who turns out to be a true wizard. He transforms Henry into a beautiful young woman who then runs away almost naked and finds that she becomes a total slut around men. Her journeys lead her to an internet cafe in central London where she is caught giving a teenage boy a blow job and thrown out. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXSpoilersXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I could still taste the cum of my latest 'conquest' as I stood outside the internet cafe. I really needed a stiff drink. I Didn't have a watch but I guessed it was about half eight or nine O'clock, almost everywhere would be open, London certainly doesn't lack for watering holes. I couldn't go to just any pub or bar though, it was only a few hours ago that stopping in to get out of the cold had ended in me prostituting myself in the ladies toilet. I had to avoid men, it was clearly the only way to avoid the slut side of my personality taking control. I had heard of a place, even walked passed it a couple of times, which might to the job, The Aphrodite bar. It was a gay bar, lesbian specifically. No men were allowed, it was supposed to be the only place in ...
    ... London for Lesbians to go if they wanted to avoid lads on the pull and groping hands. It was also fairly close by if I remembered right. I had to ask someone for directions but the place was more or less where I thought it was, walking down Rommilly street I noticed that it was getting colder. I know I have said it a lot but you try walking around in a thin pink top which ends before your belly button and a skirt which barely covers your thighs on an English November day and not go on about it. Clothes aside I was grateful to get the the bar. Even this early there was a bouncer outside. She was a fearsome looking woman, much bigger than me (bigger than I had been before the change) and clearly not in any mood to entertain. Pity the poor man who tried to get past her. I wasn't a man though, I was a pretty little girl. She gave me a good look over and from her expression I don't think she much liked what she saw, the Aphrodite was supposed to be a high end place and I looked like a dirty whore. Still I was clearly old enough to drink and female which was qualification enough for her to let me in. The warmth of the place was a blessing even though I had only walked a couple of streets. The Aphrodite was a nice place, very modern. Blue and purple seemed to be the theme along with a post modern look. The seats were either tall egg shaped things which looked like someone had sliced one side off of a wine glass or else white been bags with a back to them making them more like a bean ...
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