1. Transforming Genevieve Chapter Eight Part One


    Date: 7/27/2024, Categories: Cheating Author: JdRobbins 

    ... to the serenity of the spot. I've always loved getting out into nature for its calming effect on my senses. I sat there for the longest time, just enjoying the calmness of my surroundings.

Before considering my future, I needed to look at the recent past. Where did my transformation get off track? When I decided to proceed with my transformation, I was most interested in changing my physical appearance. I wanted to make myself look more appealing to men. I wanted them to see me as an attractive woman who was confident rather than the introverted, shy professor most had seen me as before.

What I hadn't planned was the transformation of my subconscious mind into the lustful sex, craving, wanton woman I'd become. Thinking back, I suspect that subconscious transformation began to manifest itself when I sat down in that off-Broadway theater and watched the performance of Taboos. That was when my transformation deviated from the path I'd intended, and every sexual encounter, from the first when I jerked off a total stranger in the theater to the cum bath I allowed myself to be subjected to at Jim's apartment, moved me further and further from where I truly wanted my transformation to lead.

As I sat there basking in the warm sun rays, tears of shame began pouring from my eyes. I knew where I was headed but had no idea how to find my way back to where I wanted to be. I cried for the longest time that Saturday afternoon, scared to death that I wouldn't be able to change. ...
    ... Scared to death that the men I'd surrendered my body to would want me to give myself up to their sexual desires again and again. My mind was racing with fearful thoughts, and I didn't hear the approaching footsteps.

"Are you okay?" A soft voice asked.

Startled by the sound of another person's voice, I quickly tried to wipe away the tears from my cheeks.

"Yes, I'm fine," I said without turning toward that soft voice.

"You could fool me,” the voice replied.

I turned slightly to look at my questioner. "Really, I'm fine," I said.

The man standing at the end of my bench smiled and said, "Okay, but I'd hate to see how red your eyes get when you're having a bad day."

"I didn't say I was having a good day," I replied. "I only said I'm fine."

"Well, would you mind if I set my tackle box down here on the end of the bench?" he asked.

I hadn't noticed that he was holding a fishing rod and a small box when I turned to look at him.

"That's fine with me," I said.

"Thanks; this bend in the stream is the sweetest trout spot in the whole park,” he offered as he placed his fishing box on the edge of the bench.

"I wouldn't know. I've never tried fishing,” I said.

"Well, you should; it's a very calming activity,” he replied.

He turned and slowly made his way down the stream bank to the edge of the water.

I almost thanked him for showing up. His presence at least caused me to stop crying. I'd unknowingly intruded on his favorite fishing spot. I considered ...
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