Birthday Gift

She had made him dinner. She had given him one hour of intense lovemaking. It was his birthday, after all.

Now she asked him sto stand up naked and close his eyes.

"Damien?"

"Hm?"

"Don't open your eyes, whatever happens to you? OK? This is my birthday gift to you!"

"OK!"

"Hold your hands over your chest, darling. Yeah, that's right. Let them cover your nipples."

"Why?"

"Just do it! It is a magic trick!"

Ellen had been into magic for several times now, reading Aleister Crowley, Giordano Bruno and what not. Damien didn't put too much into it. As long as she was happy, he was happy, and her parlour tricks were a success at parties.

Now she started to shant one of those strange spell of hers.

Suddenly it felt like there was a breeze touching his skin, and he felt that he got goosebumps. She was good! Maybe she had opened the window or something.

Then he got the strangest sensation. It was as if his nipples started to grow inside his palms. It must be the cold, he thought. But then it was like his chest started to swell outwards, filling his hands with soft flesh.

"Don't open your eyes!" she commanded.

Had she drugged him? Or had she hypnotized him?

There was no doubt about it. What he felt was the shape of two big, perky breasts. How did she do it? Then there was that feeling of hair brushing agaist his arm. Long hair? Had she managed to put a wig on him? No way!!!

"Listen Damien!" she said.

"You seem to have forgotten that I am an IT specialist, working with computers every day. So you have been careful, deleting your browser history file, but it is easy for someone like me to go through your cache files.

"I know where you have been, Damien. Rachel's Haven? Really! Rebecca's World. My oh my! The cool, though, goth boy wants to be a chick. Who could have known I was sharing my bed with a T-girl!

"Well, truth to be told, Damien, I am not much into girls, so I think this relationship is over. But don't cry, Dementia, my gift to you will probably make more than up for it!"

Dementia grabbed her crotch, opened her mouth and started to scream.

This one is for Dementia!

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