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Part 1: Third Time's the Charm

The two girls before me were bound in rope at their wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles. Each was gagged with an O-ring connected to a leather strap that fastened behind her head, making them drool like some kind of happy puppy dog. Both were supported against my dungeon wall by rings and ropes that kept them upright and immobile, in a perfect position for the wands that vibrated against their clits. 

Each was currently howling as if her pussy was on fire. 

"By my count," I said, "that's two orgasms each. That puts you neck and neck."

The petite redhead with the melon-sized tits looked like her eyes were rolling back in her head, signifying the so-called "little death" a climax had been called throughout history. She still possessed each tattoo her former male body had -- a tribal, a sleeve on her right arm, several kanji, and a poorly drawn Betty Page. 

The little brown-haired "girl next door" was spent from her own climax and was panting. Of course, she was a regular, and I was used to seeing her in such a state. It was a weekly appointment, every Friday night, that Adam Turner would show up, have me transform him into his female version, Eve Turner, and then proceed to either whip the shit out of her or fuck her brainless or both. Then at the end of the night, I would change him back, collect my fee, and watch poor, exhausted Adam return home to his lonely existence as a -- his words -- total beta. 

But tonight was something special. Adam had confided in me several times about some dude who was a real asshole of a bully to him, both on and off the clock. This guy, Grayson Patterson, lorded over him in the office and made his life hell, and because they lived in the same building, he also made a point to go out of his way to "casually" run into Adam in the building and belittle him in front of the few friends he had. 

"Don't lose count, my darlings," I said. "The first one of you to orgasm a third time will not be able to transform back at the end of the spell. The other, even if she does cum a third time, will return to her former male self at midnight. The loser will be stuck for two months, and she will be magically bound to the winner during that time, effectively a servant, a submissive, a slave even, bound by a supernatural contract."

Something in the sheer patheticness of Adam's story had urged me to get involved, and that had led to the two horny submissives moaning in pleasure against the wall of my dungeon. 

It had been a simple matter to convince him to take part. He had already had enough of the bullying and figured that even if he lost the competition, he would receive much better treatment from Patterson as a cute girl than as his normal male self. And if he won, then the bully would finally get his comeuppance. 

The most difficult part of the plan was tricking Patterson to get him to the dungeon. A real "dudebro," he wasn't the type of man to frequent a dominatrix's dungeon, but an invitation to tour the facility on the arm of a beautiful slavegirl was just the prompting he needed. After that, beer spiked with sleeping pills knocked him out long enough to work my magic and get him tied up alongside his more willing opponent. 

When the throes of their second orgasms finally faded, both girls slumped loosely against their bonds. I couldn't resist teasing Patterson. 

"Well, for all the fussing and cussing you spewed when you woke up as a woman, you sure do seem to be enjoying yourself, Patty," I said, walking up to her. I stroked her cheek as I spoke. "You're much more polite with the ring in your mouth." I stuck my finger inside her mouth and touched her tongue, her cheeks, and finally the top of her mouth. She gargled and drooled even more from my invasion. "Just imagine something bigger than my finger inside that warm mouth, darling," I said. "Something longer and thicker."

She mumbled something that sounded like a no, but it didn't really matter. There wasn't a damn thing she could do if I wanted to shove a dildo into her welcoming, helpless little mouth hole. 

I turned off Eve's wand and let her continue to relax. Then I turned off the one shoved into Patty's pretty pussy. 

"I'll be honest," I told the bully-turned-beauty. "I really don't like you at all, and I'm inclined to cheat on Eve's behalf and just turn this back on so you cum again and lose."

She shook her head violently. 

"But I can be persuaded not to."

I left her alone for a moment and went to a chest in the corner. Opening it, I retreived a strapon cock about eight inches long and a good three and a half inches around. It was even veined and bright purple with thick lines and ridges. 

I put it on and returned to the girls. 

"This is nothing new for Eve here, but I bet a big, strong, alpha male like you -- or at least like you used to be -- would find this the most humiliating predicament in the world. But, be that as it may, I'm going to offer you a choice." I stroked the hard rubber cock to show it off to her. "I going to use the wand and make you cum, or you can show me how badly you want to win this battle and suck my cock."

Patty's eyes went wide with terror and defeat.

"Well, slut. Which one is it going to be?"

"Uck uh ock."

"I'm sorry, darling." 

I unfastened the O-ring gag and set her mouth free. 

"What?" I ask. 

"I'll suck your cock. Just please don't let me get stuck as a girl."

"And you'll learn your lesson about bullying gentlemen like Adam?"

"I'll leave him the fuck alone. Just don't make me his girl slave." 

"You only say that because you expect him to treat you the way you would treat him in the same situation. I'm sure Adam wouldn't be the same kind of bastard to you that you would to him, even if you were magically bound to be submissive and obedient to his wishes."

"Please," he begged. "I'll suck your cock."

"Well," I said. "I guess your mind is made up."

I unclasped the carabiner that held her to the loop on the stone wall. I let her fall forward into my chest and arms and I lowered her gently to the floor. Then helped her up to her knees in front of me, leaving the carabiner at her ankles attached to the floor. 

"Whenever you're ready, sweetheart," I said, not taking the initiative. "But remember, I want to see that you really want it, or else, it's back to the joys of orgasm-land for you, and not just for tonight." 

The redhead nodded, and the motion made her boobs bounce on her chest. Although her hands were still tied at the wrists, she was able to use them, and she took hold of my fake dick and held it for a moment. 

"It's not gonna get any bigger if that's what you're waiting for, slut."

She whimpered a sound that could have been "yes ma'am" and ran her grip the length of the dildo before leaning forward to get her lips near the tip. 

"You don't have to seduce it, whore. Just suck it. This was your decision. Make me believe it."

She opened her mouth and took in just the tip. I saw the disgust in her eyes right before she closed them. A gulp bubbled in her throat, and the corners of her mouth dropped into a frown. 

"Open your eyes, bitch. Look at me when you suck my cock. Show me how much you love it. I want to see it in your eyes that you're worshipping my cock."

She held it by the base, and she moved her mouth slowly down to the first inch of the purple shaft, already gagging. 

By this time, Eve was watching and enjoying the show. Hell, after our previous sessions, I figured she was hungry for the strapon too. She loved to have it in her mouth or her pussy -- or even her asshole. She wasn't at all effeminate as Adam, but once she was Eve, the girl inside took over. Eve, and this was why I loved her as a client, was a true submissive and a bit of a masochist.

She was examining little, big-tittied Patty the way a starving man might gaze at a salad when he had been expecting a hamburger. No doubt she was wondering why I was offering her bully an option to get the upper hand. Well, it would be okay to let her stew for a bit. 

"Fucking put some effort into it. Not much of a cocksucker, are you? Well, you'd better get fucking better or you're going to get another two months of practice with the guy whose life you've been making a living hell."

She gurgled something around the cock, but I wasn't really listening to anything but the coughing and sputtering sounds as her lips rode the fake dick. 

"If not, I bet Eve would love an opportunity to show you how it's done."

That put some fire in the former bully's blowjob. She sped up, bouncing her face up and down on the cock until I grabbed the sides of her head and stopped her, pulling her as far down toward the base of the shaft as she could manage, still a good three inches from it, but the gagging and coughing convinced me it was as deep as the freshly minted little slut could manage. 

I held her there for almost twenty seconds, watching her eyes as she begged me to let her breathe again. 

"Breathe through your nose, stupid slut," I said. "You have one of those too."

She looked up at me with terrified, watery eyes, as if the idea of using her nose to get air into her lungs was somehow suddenly foreign to her. Instead of relaxing, she started coughing more deeply. 

I let her go and she jerked her lips off the dildo. 

"I'm disappointed," I said, as I stepped toward Eve. "Let's see if you can show this dumb bitch how to really suck a cock."

I released her from the wall and helped her down to her knees. Then I set her free from her ring gag. She wasted no time in gripping the purple monster and stretching her average, pink lips around it. Then she pulled off and kissed it sweetly on the tip. She licked it from base to tip, then planted several kisses along the shaft, the kind of attention that would have made a real prick tingle and grow excited, probably even twitch in anticipation of the warm mouth it was being prepared to enter. 

When she was ready, she took it deep within her, down to all but the last inch. She held her face there and gazed at me with the kind of happy sadness that marked her as a true sub, blissed out on obedience but smart enough not to look too happy about it. 

She kept at it, moving slowly up and down the shaft, not racing through the act, but caressing the fake dick with tenderness, using her lips and tongue as she moved. I was jealous as I watched her that the cock was a fake. How I longed for it to be real though I knew that with the skill she had, I couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes at best. One day, during one of our sessions, I would have to use a little magic on myself and put that idea to the test. 

After about ten minutes, I removed the cock from her lips. It dripped with her spit and drool, and the wetness made it shine under the lights of the dungeon. 

"Well, Patty, I'm gonna have to give that round to Eve. She certainly knows her way around a blowjob way better than you do." I patted the redhead on her mussed hair. "But don't worry, I'll give you another chance." 

She moved to take the cock in her mouth again, but I pulled it away. 

"Oh, no. Not there." 

She looked at me, confused, her face tilted to the side at an angle.

"Please. I'll do anything. Just change me back."

"Anything?" I asked. "I wonder what 'anything' you mean by that."

She dropped her hands to her knees, not answering. 

"You do realize that, bound as you are, there's nothing to prevent me from taking whatever I want from you." As I spoke, I tapped her nose. "Of course, I'd prefer that you offered me something worth my time, something very, very valuable to you perhaps, something you never thought you'd ever allow yourself to do or have done to you."

Eve started to speak, but I hushed her with a finger against her lips. 

"You'll have your chance, darling." 

I turned back to my preferred target. 

"Now, my big-boobed bimbo, what is it you wish to offer me to win back your former life?"

She dropped her gaze to the floor. 

"You can fuck me," she said in a whisper.

"What? I couldn't hear you."

"You can fuck me." Louder but still non-commital, an acquiesence, not a gift. 

"I don't feel you mean that, slut."

"Please," she said, finally raising her eyes to meet my stare. "I want you to fuck me."

"Oh, you want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah, I want you to fuck me."

"Do you? Do you really?"

I could tell she was forcing the words, and I enjoyed every delicious syllable of her shame and pain. 

"Then ask politely," I told her. 

"Please, ma'am. I want you to fuck me."

"That's much better." I patted her head. "But I think you'll need to offer something a little more precious than just your pretty pussy."

"I don't..." she started. Then her eyes lit up with realization. "I... You... You can't mean... that."

"It all depends on you, young lady. How badly do you want to win and get your dick back?"

"I can't."

"I won't make you. But your competitor might be more willing."

Eve nodded. 

"See, Eve is willing to sacrifice her ass to win and return to being Adam. I bet our friend Adam will find several interesting uses for you for the next two months when he wins." 

"I -- I -- I -- I'll do it." 

"But do you want to do it?"

I loved the fight that burned in her eyes. I loved even more watching it die as she realized how much of her alpha male identity it would cost her to win.

Of course, she had no way of knowing that Eve was no stranger to having me fuck her. And not just me. In my dungeon, she had been bound and fucked by two of my regular male clients on several occasions. Nor did she need to know. It was far more important to see her realize that she would have to willingly give me her anal virginity to save her ass for the long run. 

She turned her expression to me and locked it in. She took a deep breath. "Please, Mistress, please fuck my ass with your big purple cock."

"Are you sure, slut?"

She nodded. "Yes, Mistress. I really, really want your big cock in my asshole."

"Well, okay then," I said, and I motioned for her to turn around. 

Without taking the time to be gentle, I pressed the tip of the fake prick against her back door. Luckily the dildo was still wet from Eve's marvelous blowjob, so I knew it would enter without too much effort, at least on my part. For Patty's part, though, it would be a lot of work, emotionally, psychologically, and physically. 

I pushed, and she grunted. 

"It's best to relax and open up. The more you push against it, the more you close up and the more it's going to hurt."

If she heard me, she didn't respond. Nor did she change her behavior. She continued to clench and as her asshole tightened, I used more and more force to enter her. From the sort of warbly sound she was making I figured she was crying or at least starting to. But I pushed on. 

Eventually, I felt the release as the full tip of the cock made it inside and the way became easier. The door was open, as it were, and once I was inside, going further required much less effort. I pushed until I was as far as I could go, and she grunted through every inch of my journey. When I finally stopped and let the phallus rest, she was breathing heavily and crying wantonly. 

But I didn't let her wait long. Before she began to relax I slid out to the tip and then pressed again, slowly but forcefully. Her ass was mine to take, and take it I would. I knew she could never truly give it despite her words, and so I would have to steal it from her while she lay broken and humiliated beneath me. 

After three successive, slow motions, I picked up speed. By the end of five more, I was pumping with the same intensity as I might pound a slave's pussy. I kept it up while I watched the clock on the wall count away five minutes. 

Then I motioned for Eve to take a position beneath her, and she understood immediately. She stretched out on the floor and scooted to where her face lay below the girl's red pubic curls -- a natural, as they say. Then she started to eat Patty's pussy. 

The girl changed her tune quickly. Her gruntings rose in pitch and timbre. Her breath increased in both depth and pace. Her body vibrated as if someone had plugged it into a wall socket. Still, Eve attacked her pussy and clit. 

"Let's see just how girly you are, slut. I bet you can even cum with my dick in your ass."

She shook her head but there was no change in her voice or breathing. Whether she liked the idea or not, she was enjoying the buggering and fellatio. She shuddered beneath me and I loved it and pounded her harder and faster. Soon she was moving against me. With each thrust I made, she made a counterthrust. All the while, Eve continued to tease and please her willing, hungry pussy. 

Finally, after the clock ticked by another three minutes, the little, big-boobed, redheaded slut slave cried out, arched her back, and lifted her face toward the ceiling in a howl of sexual ecstasy she had no doubt never experienced before. 

I rammed her good and hard one last time and didn't move until her body relaxed and fell spent on top of Eve, who was still lapping at her pussy. 

"And that's three," I said. "It looks like you lose, darling."

Part 2: Her Own Prison

At a quarter til midnight, I allowed Eve to stop worshipping my pussy, and I unbound her and released her to go change. She hugged me and thanked me again. 

"It's okay if I bring her with me next Friday, right?" she asked. 

"I'd be upset if you didn't," I responded. "I fully plan on having all kinds of sadistic fun with both of you."

"I can't wait," she said and then hugged me once more before leaving the dungeon. 

I turned my attention to Patty, who was back up against the wall and bound there by the ropes, rings, and carabiners. I had moved a wand mounted on a rolling brace against her clit and locked down the wheels about a half hour previously, and the poor slut had been experiencing forced orgasms for the entire time. 

Her eyes were red and wet, and I figured she was crying from a horny combination of pleasure and pain. That was the beauty of the female orgasm -- at least to me as a domme. Women could go over and over again thanks to the sensual activity gathered in their clitorises, but there was a fine line, a single number really, between the heaven of wonderful climax and the pain of never-ending sexual stimulation. Cross that line and beauty became the beast. 

Judging by Patty's expression, the beast was out with its claws fully extended. 

"Please..." she said weakly. "No more..."

"Too much?" I asked. 

"Make it stop. It's too much."

"You mean you don't like it when somebody else can make your life a little bit miserable, darling? But I thought you got off on that." I kissed her cheek. "Or do you only enjoy it when you're the one making the other person suffer?"

"Please. It hurts."

"Did you ever ask yourself if maybe what you were doing was hurting Adam?"

"Please..."

"Well, count yourself lucky that he's not a true son of a bitch like you, or else you'd really be in for it these next two months. As it is, other than being stuck as a young lady, the worst you can expect at his hands would be some caring, gentle lovemaking and probably several nice dates in public. Not at all the kind of sick shit I'd imagine you'd have been putting Eve through if I had allowed you to win the contest."

"Turn it off... please... I can't take it..."

I reached for the wand, then stopped and held back my hand. 

"I'll make a deal with you. I'll turn it off and give you a break, but you have to agree to one more little spell before Adam gets back to take you home."

"Please... whatever... I'll do anything..."

"As you say."

I put my middle finger and index finger together, made the sign of an ankh in the air, then I repeated the symbol on the girl's forehead. She shuddered as if her body filled with energy for a moment then relaxed again. When I was done, I turned off the wand and pulled it away, giving her exhausted pussy a much-needed break.

"W-wh--" she stopped and gasped for breath. "What... what did you do to me? That... that felt weird." She sounded as if getting out more than a word or two at a time was way too much work for the moment. 

"I did you a favor actually," I said. 

"Favor?" She was still huffing and puffing, but in no shape to blow the house down. 

"Yes, a favor. I gave you a little something to help you enjoy rather than hate your experience."

"You did something to me."

"Yes, I did. And you'll discover it soon enough, but I'll let that be a surprise." She looked at me with distrust and fear. I could almost hear the thumping of her terrified heart in her chest. "It's a good surprise. Really. If I wanted to punish you anymore, I would have done a spell on Adam to make him treat you like the bitch you deserved to be treated like. I could have made sure you spent the next two months on your knees with his dick in your mouth or being loaned out to strangers or getting fucked in the ass until you were a bloody mess, but instead, I gave you a gift."

Her expression didn't relax. 

"And trust me. If it had been me you bullied, that's exactly what I would have done. You would have been my slave bitch here in the dungeon and between the whippings and the fuckings, you would hardly be able to remember your old life when the two months were over. So count your blessings, slut, and remember that when Adam could have made things worse for you, he specifically asked me not to."

Then I released her from the wall and let her rest on the floor as I untied her wrists and ankles, then her knees and elbows. Even though she was fully free for the first time in hours, she was so spent that she still didn't move. She only lay on the cold tile, breathing heavily and resting her eyes. 

After another few minutes, Adam returned, carrying a plastic grocery bag. He had changed into his jeans and polo shirt, and he entered smiling, but not smirking. Such self-control. He was too good for the piece of shit slut I was about to give him, gift-wrapped, for two months. Patty was still naked on the floor, but her breathing was slowing down and she was finally starting to recover. 

"Get up, slut," I said, and the big-tittied redhead glanced toward me. "It's time to go home."

"Home?"

"Yeah, home with Adam. Unless you want to explain to your neighbors why there's a little redheaded whore living in Grayson Patterson's place."

"Oh," she said. 

Adam walked to her and extended his hand to help her up. She took it. I smiled. She wouldn't recognize it yet, but that was just a small part of the extra spell she had agreed to. It would be natural for her to default to him. She would intrinsically trust him. She would even look to him for support. Nothing so major as to make her jump into bed with him or not be able to keep her lips off his cock, but just that little push to be more comfortable around him and not become a bitch during the two months for him to enjoy winning the competition. 

When she was up, he stood beside her. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I know that was rough. I've been through it before."

"I'm... I'm okay," she said. 

He held the bag in his free hand, and when she was settled and steady, he handed it to her. "Just a few things. I thought you might like something loose after tonight if I won."

When you won, I thought, not that I'd ever let him know I never had any intention of letting him lose to that asshole. After all, when you find yourself the perfect sub, you have to take care of them. You have to make sure they are happy and healthy and loved genuinely. The care and feeding of a perfect sub is a lot of work, which is why so few dommes find them easily or quickly. 

She opened the bag and pulled out a floral, cotton sundress and scowled at it, then she noticed his hint of sadness at her expression and she forced a tiny smile instead. But it was too late. He had seen it. 

"Thank you," she said, slipping the one-piece garment over her head and shoulders.

"Does it fit? I had to guess at the size."

She nodded. "It's fine."

"I'll take you shopping for more stuff that fits better tomorrow if you're feeling up to it." 

I watched, and I reminded myself that this was why I cherished my friendship with both Adam and Eve so much. It was the kindness, whether as the bullied male or as the masochist submissive, they never failed to be kind. Even to a son of a bitch like Grayson Patterson. "Patty," I said in my mind to reinforce the new identity. 

Patty nodded and stumbled, falling against him. He caught her and steadied her. "You okay?"

"I think so. Just so sore and so tired." 

"You can sleep in the car." 

At the bottom of the bag was a pair of thong sandals, and Adam grabbed those and knelt to help her step into them without falling. 

"Good?" he asked. 

I smiled. Maybe something in his personality might even win the asshole over. Maybe the son of a bitch would learn something. Maybe my little bonus spell would help urge that along. It was a lot of maybes, but I had hope. 

"Do you need to lean against me?"

She shook her head and took a step toward the door. Stumbling again, she reached out for his shoulder. 

"Don't feel embarrassed, Patty," he said, using the new girl name for the first time, I noticed. "You can bitch at me about tomorrow. But for now, let me help you." 

She didn't say anything, but she did take hold of his arm and rest against his shoulder. If I had been him, I would have made her earn it. I would have laughed my ass off while she fell over and over again. And rather than let her sleep when we got home, I would have whipped the shit out of her ass with one of my leather cat of nine tails. 

But, damn. 

Adam turned to me. "I'm all paid up, right?"

"Yep. Went through just fine like always." I made all my clients, even the ones I liked, prepay for their sessions. I hadn't charged him for Patty though. That was on me, a gift. 

"Okay. Good." He returned his attention to the girl on his arm. "Ready?"

She mumbled something incoherent. 

"Okay. Good. Let's go," he said. 

And they walked to the door, leaving me to clean up and prepare the dungeon for the Saturday afternoon and Saturday night customers. 

 * * *

They both arrived the next Friday night at eight o'clock. I noticed immediately they were holding hands as they waited in the upstairs lobby. 

"You two seem happy," I said as I entered the room after straightening up after my seven o'clock appointment.

Patty looked away and stared at the floor. She let go of Adam's hand, then gave him a sheepish, apologetic glance and took it again, intertwining her fingers in his. I grinned. 

She wore a creme skirt that showed off her bare legs, a dark green blouse, and a pair of black flats. Very conservative, I thought. If I had allowed Patterson to win, I was sure Eve would have had to show up in some outfit that made her look like she just walked off a street corner from the red light side of town. Adam, of course, wore his usual jeans and polo. He was, if anything, a creature of habit.

There was a hickey mark peaking out from the collar of the blouse. Patty had apparently tried to hide it with make-up but the day's activities had allowed the powder to fade and the mark to show through enough to give her away. 

"Are you being a good girl, Patty?" I asked, my voice direct, non-threatening, but not quite friendly either. "Not causing any trouble, I hope."

"No ma'am," she said, shaking her head. 

"She's been just fine," Adam agreed. "I'm doing my best to help her adjust."

"I bet," I said. "I just hope our girl appreciates all that you're doing to help her."

"Yes ma'am," she said.

He lifted their connected hands and kissed the back of hers. "She's a natural. A sweetie."

I rolled my eyes. Sometimes his kindness was annoying as hell. As far as I saw it, Patty still needed to face the music, and as much as two months as a woman, and particularly Adam's woman, was a punishment, I didn't feel it was punishment enough, not for the kind of shit Patterson had put him through. 

"You say that now," I said, pressing the point, hoping he might take the bait. "But..." I let it linger before continuing. "No problems? No issues? It can't be easy for her to just accept all this." Then I cleared my throat and asked the question more directly. "No resistance or fighting back?"

He grinned. "About that..."

"Yeah?" I asked. 

Patty's shoulders slumped, and she squeezed closer to Adam as if his shoulders might offer protection from me. 

"You know," I said. "She is contractually bound by the spell. Your happiness is the key to the reversal. She serves you. She belongs to you. If she doesn't actively live that out, the spell will not recognize her part and she will have to wait that much longer to change back." I took a deep breath. "Besides, you could just command her, and ultimately she might not like it, but she would have to do what you told her." 

He shook his head. "I know. But that's not really me, you know."

"Yeah," I said, rolling my eyes at him. "I know all too well. Revenge doesn't feel as good when you don't get into it." 

"Well," he said. "I wanted revenge on him, not on her. I mean, I know they're the same people, but they're not either. It's weird. It's hard to explain. I was pissed at and terrified of Patterson, but the last thing I want is for Patty to feel that way about me." 

I laughed. "I totally get it. I'm just meaner than you." I turned to Patty. "It's a good thing you picked on a nice guy who doesn't want to take it out of your ass, huh?"

"Yes, ma'am," she said softly. 

"She's quiet now. As I recall, she was a mouthy bitch last week after she woke up chained to the wall." I laughed again.

He nodded. "I think she's not used to being what she sees as the 'target.' We've talked about it, and Patterson saw the world like a predator, and that meant toward me or toward women. Defeat and conquer. So that's still inside Patty's head. She can't stop thinking like him just because she's a woman on the outside now. So in her mind, she's the target, and she sees every man she encounters as some kind of predator looking to either subdue her or attack her or something like that."

"Sounds like she's a victim of her own -- or his own -- way of thinking about the world."

"Pretty much." 

"She hasn't even left the house without me, and when she's home, she mostly waits for me to get back."

"Do you feel safer around Adam?" I asked the girl.

She nodded. "And what do you think about that? How does that make you feel?"

"I hate it. I hate being scared all the time. I hate wondering what everyone is thinking about when they look at me."

I grinned. "You're creating your own best punishment, you know?"

"You did this to me."

"You did this to yourself. All I did was give you breasts and a pussy. You turned yourself into a coward and a target. If you saw the world differently, you might be less inclined to feel so vulnerable."

She didn't respond, at least not verbally, but she did turn down the corners of her mouth a bit. 

"I certainly don't walk around like a frightened little mouse. And I dare think that Eve wouldn't either. She might not be as confident as I am, but she wouldn't be glued to some dude's arm to get away from getting ogled at by a stranger. 

"It's okay, Patty," Adam said, touching her arm. "It's cute for now. I like feeling needed. It's much better than being bullied."

She looked at the ground again. "I'm... I'm sorry about that," she mumbled. 

He patted her arm again. "It's okay. All forgiven." 

I shook my head. Way too kind. 

He lifted her face by her chin. She looked at him and then to me. 

"Here?"

"As long as you aren't embarrassed," he said. 

"No. I guess not."

She went up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth. Nothing special. No tongues. No open mouths. Just lips touching lips. Even though, I was stunned. And right in front of me.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked. 

"Not really," she said as she went back down to flat feet. "It's just different."

"Well, I like it, and I hope you do too."

"It's feeling better."

"Is it different in public?" I asked, interrupting. "I mean, I assume you two kiss all the time at the house, but in public, it feels like you're doing something a big strong alpha male isn't supposed to do. Like why would Grayson Patterson ever kiss a man like Adam?"

Her cheeks blushed with color and she turned to face Adam. 

"Well, remember, you're not Grayson Patterson anymore. And you're not some kind of self-proclaimed alpha male, even a delusional one. You're a timid little girl. You're Patty. And that's because I turned your last name into a nickname. Honestly, I should have called you something more embarrassing like Daisy or Presley or something super girly like that."

"Presley is cute, actually," Adam said. He kissed her forehead. "Would you prefer something other than Patty?"

"Patty's okay. Or whatever. I don't really care. Whatever you like works for me."

I laughed quietly. That, I thought, that was the second spell at work. She was growing more accepting of him and how he saw her, and she would continue to see herself more through his eyes and depend on him for her self-confidence and strength."

"We'll see. As long as you're happy."

"I won't be happy until I'm a man again, but, you know, whatever."

"So anyway, you never answered my question. I assume you two kiss at home."

Adam nodded vigorously. Patty did the same, but more out of embarrassment than vigor. 

"So why would it be different in public?"

She didn't respond except to tighten her grip on Adam's hand. 

"Well?"

She sucked in a deep breath. 

"Do you like kissing him?"

"Sometimes," she all but whispered. 

"What?" I pushed, pretending not to hear. 

"Sometimes," she said louder. "Okay. Sometimes it feels good."

"That's good. Kissing should feel good." I leaned against the wall opposite them. "So does it not feel good when you kiss him in public?"

"It's just different."

"Why is it different? You know I'm not letting go of this until I get an answer that satisfies me."

Her shoulders slumped. Adam patted her arm. 

"Because it makes me feel gay, okay. Because it feels good and that makes me feel gay."

"And gay is wrong somehow?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, no. I mean, see, this is hard to talk about."

"I'm listening."

"It's wrong for me. I'm a dude. I'm not into dudes."

"Right now you're a woman. If you were still into women, then you would be gay. And that would be fine, but your brain can't wrap your pretty little head around that right now because woman or not, you're straight, not gay. And for you to be straight, you need to be attracted to guys because you're a woman. For you that's straight. For Patterson, that's gay. But you're you. And you're Patterson. And I imagine that's confusing the hell out of you."

"You have no idea." 

I smiled, then decided to bring up the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question finally. "So, I assume you two have had sex by now?"

Adam's subtle smile told me they had. Patty's embarrassed gaze toward the floor confirmed it. 

"On that note," Adam said after a few moments of silence following my elephant-in-the-room question. "Do you mind if we just talk tonight rather than have a regular session? I'll pay what I always do, but there's so much I want to tell you about the week."

I laughed. "I was hoping you'd say that. I've got a million more questions."

This is the story they told me.

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