Lady of the Night

You just got off the bus and are walking the few blocks left towards your home, after a long and tiring day at work, working overtime until nightfall. If only you could release a bit of tension at home with your beautiful wife once you get there, but after years of marriage with her you know not to expect much. What excuse is she going to bring up tonight? The "It's getting late and I am too tired" or the "I don't feel so good, I have stomach cramps / a headache"?

You groan in frustration. As you turn a corner something grabs your attention. You notice a shop that was not there yesterday, which is strange as you walk the exact same path home every day. The rustic exterior does not fit in well with the modern buildings surrounding it. The wooden walls and stone chimney from which multi-colored smoke comes it enforces the mystical aura surrounding it. Curious, you walk up the few steps to the wooden door, which opens under your push with a creak and the ring of a bell above you.

The insides of the bizzare store are just as, if not more, intriguing than the exterior. The wooden shelves are lined up, full of diverse baubles and trinkets, all strewn about haphazardly. You start to look around, trying to decipher what kind of shop this is when you hear someone walking up to you. You turn around and see a strange looking old man, long white beard, purple pointed hat and robes. You obviously figure that he is dressed up as a wizard, and come to the conclusion that this must a be a magic tricks shop, for street and party magicians, full of props used in illusions.

"These are no mere props or trick items, my dear man. The items that I sell here are actually magical, and of the best quality! None of those cursed items here, no sir!" The Wizard exclaims, taking you by surprise. Had he actually read your mind?

"Of course I read your mind, I am a Wizard of the grandest order! And I also know that you are having some trouble at home, which is why I have appeared before you today to offer you my services. Now tell me! How do you want me to fix your little issue? Maybe a token of lust to make your wife hornier than she has ever been?"

"No!" You cry out, maybe a little louder than intended. "I don't want you to change her, I love her just the way she is. I would just need... some release. If I could cheat on her, just for one night, a few hours, that would be all that I need. But she cannot know! That would destroy her, and our marriage, and I really do love her. Is there something you could do?"

"Hmmm" The Wizard seems pensive, apparently trying to find a solution for your problem. "That is a bit less conventional than my usual solutions, but I do think I have something that could help you." He steps back looking amongst the shelves, shuffling items about until he brandishes a necklace with a cry of victory "Haha! This should give you what you need! Simply put it on and walk outside. You will know what to do then. Once you are finished, simply head home and the spell will wear off. And trust me, you will get all the sex you need."

"Alright, but how much does it cost?" You ask, a little hesitant.

"Oh don't worry about payment, by the end of the night, you won't owe me a thing!" The Wizard responds, with a bit of a smirk.

The response was a little cryptic, but what did you have to lose. You grab the medallion, bid the Wizard a good night, put it on and walk outside. You head down the couple stairs leading to the store, and as you arrive on the sidewalk, a breeze rolls in, much too cold for the summer temperatures. As you turn around you notice two things. One, the shop behind you is gone, replaced by a normal building, what seems to be just a little appartment complex. Two, long blonde hair sweeps in your face. You go and grab for it, you smaller, most definitly feminine hands coming into your field of vision, and that's when it all hits you at once. Your breasts pushing against you blouse. Your big ass straining against your booty shorts. Your dainty feet, tightly secure in a pair of platform heels. The taste of strawerry on your lips, which you assume is some king of gloss or lipstick. This new body feels so alien, yet so familiar at the same time.

Wondering what you look like, you open your clutch purse, and take out a compact mirror from it. You look at yourself, now a beautiful blonde girl with very heavy make up on. God you look like at whore. That's when it clicks. That is what you look like, because that is what you are now, at least for tonight. Just a streetwalker, looking for a man to fuck. The tought scares you, but excites you at the same time. That is not quite what you had in mind, but it is what you asked for. After a brief moment of thought, you decide to go for it. No consequences, no drawbacks, just some mindless relieving sex for tonight.

You set yourself up on the street corner. It barely takes a few minutes before your first customer drives up to you. Somehow knowing exactly what to do, you bargain prices with him for a moment, then enter his vehicule. He drives you up to a nearby motel room, which he already had a key for, and steps inside right behind you. You get right down to business, first undressing, then giving him a quick blowjob to get him going, and then laying him down on the bed while you mount him, giving your brand new pussy her first taste of dick for the night. The experiencing is mind blowing, so much better than anything you ever had with your wife. The feeling of your vagina getting pounded restlestly by thick rigid cock making you come again and again. But most wonderful was the feeling of sperm being released in your womb, the warm throbbing making you feel so complete. You head into the bathroom quickly to clean up, and receive payment from the John.

You then head outside and set yourself up on the sidewalk under a lamp post. Once again, a car comes up within a few minutes, as if by magic. The night goes on like this, with you getting fucked in many different positions by many different men, exploring all the crevices in your new body. You get fucked in your pussy, in your ass, in your mouth. It all feels so great. And every time, you get payed, you walk out the door, and you get picked up again just a few minutes later.

As dawn starts to rise, you know that it is time. You head back to your house, which was only a few blocks away from your final John of the night. As you walk through the front door, the same breeze comes back, somehow inside the house. The necklace vanishes, and your form reverts back to your plain old masculine shape, clothes switching back to your usual business atire you were wearing earlier, and the purse containing all the money you had been paid from the night disappearing with everything else.

You head upstairs, finding your wife sleeping peacefully in your bed. Somehow, you know she will never find out about the wild night you just had. But you will not. You will always remember the night that you were just a whore.