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Magic Shoppe - Autocurious 3
🕑 Added 2025-03-22 04:00:01 +0000 UTC“Welcome back to the Magic Shoppe,” the tall, thin man behind the counter announced. “What can I do for you today?”
“Do you have repeat customer card? Buy three magic items, get the fourth free.”
“I’ll run that by marketing and see what we can do. How’s life with a detachable penis?”
“Perfectly normal.”
“I’m sure.” He reached under the display counter and pulled out a box, maybe a foot long and six inches square on the ends.
“If I guess what’s in the box, do I get a discount?”
“You’re really into sales promotions, aren’t you? What can I do for you?”
“If there are boobs in that box, you already know.”
“There are. I do. I just prefer that you ask so it doesn’t seem like I coerced you.”
“The deluxe detachable dick thing creates a really sensitive pussy on purpose, doesn’t it?”
“Not really. If you thought the orgasms provided by your new parts were particularly strong, you might have a proclivity for being a woman.”
“I spent the past couple weeks at work trying not to drool over my male coworkers.”
“Really?” The proprietor said, genuinely surprised. “And you never felt something like that before?”
“Not even slightly.”
“Fascinating.”
“If that box just contains boobs, I’d also like something to convert me completely.”
“That’s great. Self-discovery is a wonderful thing.”
“I’d also like a mask or something so the woman I become isn’t recognized as me in a dress.”
“I have something like that. Most of them come with programmed personalities but you seem to already be stepping away from your male persona. Let me check in back. Any descriptive preferences? Hair color? Length? Eye color? Face shape?”
“I think I’d like to have shoulder length sandy hair and blue eyes.”
“Excellent choice.” He disappeared in back. There was a purple and green flash of light in the back room just before he returned. He brought out what looked like a hat box. “In here, there’s a wig and partial mask. It should do the trick. The boobs will be slightly large once the wig reduces the size of your rib cage. I had picked them out based on you keeping your masculine look. Attaching them should be easy to figure out.”
“Are the wig and boobs easily removable?”
“Yes, you just have to want to remove them and they come right off. Otherwise, they’re a part of you as long as you like.”
“This sounds expensive.”
“It kind of is. $1,500.”
“I feel like a fish.”
“Hung on a hook.”
He paid.
* * *
The man rushed to his bathroom when he got home. He was naked by the time he got there. He removed the cock dildo from the sink and set it aside. Inside the box were two boobs. The backside of them had a small indentation where he guessed his nipples would stick into. He placed one on his chest and felt his nipple drop into the indentation. The breast adhered to his chest seamlessly. It looked like a natural boob, hanging lonely on his manly chest. He rubbed the nipple and pleasure sparked through his boob and torso brightly. He willed it to come off and it dropped off in his hand as if it had never been attached.
Satisfied he attached both boobs. As the second one attached, the hair on his chest and most of his arm hair vanished. Check in the mirror he noticed most of his back hair was gone too. He turned his attention to the wig box. He put on the wig and as it settled into place, his body shrunk a couple inches. His face below the eye mask became softer. The stubble on his face vanished. The rest of his body hair mostly disappeared. His chest and shoulders shrank. His waist shrank as his hips widened.
“I’m hot.” She said aloud. “And I have nothing to wear.”
A problem for later. She grabbed the dildo that was once her cock and got into bed. Using the dildo to pleasure herself, she noticed she still felt what the dildo felt. It wasn’t long before she came several times in a row as the orgasm passed from her vagina to her cock and back again and again.
She wanted to nap but she was too hungry. She looked through her closet for something to wear when she spotted a sundress left behind by a former girlfriend. Caitlyn had moved away six years ago for a better job opportunity. They hadn’t wanted to try a long distance relationship. Last she had heard, Caitlyn was engaged.
She put the dress on. It wasn’t a perfect fit. It wasn’t going to fall off either so it was functional. Without a bra her nipples were definitely going to be visible. It couldn’t be helped. She found sandals that went with the dress. Could she go out?
She stood in front of the door to her apartment for several minutes before opening the door.
A man stood there, his hand raised as if he were about to knock. “Oh, excuse me,” he said.
He was gorgeous. She wanted to rip off her clothes and declare her his property. She dismissed that thought and then realized he was the man she’d met on the elevator a few days ago. “Ah, um, who are you?” She said.
“Sorry, I was looking for your boyfriend, I guess. Didn’t catch his name, though.”
Boyfriend? No, no, she couldn’t let him think she had a boyfriend. “I think you mean my brother.” She said, checking him out. “We share the apartment. I’m Dana,” she said, holding out her hand.
He noticed her checking him out and did the same to her. He shook her offered hand. “Charles or Charlie, whichever you like. Is your brother in?”
His handshake was firm: manly, but not overtly forceful. “I haven’t seen him today. Say, I was on my way out to grab dinner. Have you eaten?”
“No, I haven’t. Are you inviting me to dinner?”
“Sounds like I am.”
* * *
She was sure she had been attentive and had hung on every word he had said. But, as they were walking back to the apartment building, she could not remember what she had eaten or what he had spoken about over the last hour. She could point out dozen of places where his normally black hair would look red or blue depending on how the light struck it. She had cataloged how the light caused certain parts of his eyes to twinkle when his head tilted or turned. Halfway back her hand found its way into his hand. He didn’t seem to mind.
The elevator bell dinged and they stepped off the elevator. He said, “I had a lovely time, tonight.”
“Thanks for walking me home.” As soon as she said it, she became beat red.
“It was a bit out of the way. But, I couldn’t let you walk alone after dark in the city.” When she only seemed more embarrassed, he said. “Would you like to see my apartment? You seemed interested in my map collection. It isn’t too late, I hope.”
Map collection? She thought. “Oh, I’d love to see it.” To force herself to look away from him, she walked over to his door ahead of him. “This one is yours, right?”
“It is.” He unlocked the door and flipped the lights on.
The living room had several packed boxes in a corner and a nautical theme was attempting to assert itself. Several bookshelves with heavy-looking cardboard boxes lined one wall. A few naval knickknacks were already unpacked. A pair of large framed historical world maps hung on the same wall as the television.
“A sextant? Ever go sailing?”
“I wish. Unfortunately, I’ve been a landlubber all my life.” He moved over to the boxes on the floor. “I think it’s in here. Those maps are beautiful. But my favorite treasure is this.” He took a frame from the box that held a dozen large coins on a velvet backing. “Real Spanish Doubloons recovered from shipwrecks.”
They weren’t pretty. But, if they were real, having a small collection of them was impressive. She wondered if she sounded like this to anyone she’d ever dated when she was talking about sports. “These are nice. Do you know what ships they came from?”
“I do. But, I can see you are just trying to be nice. Would you like a drink? Going on and on about my hobby has me thirsty.”
“Sure, water is fine. If you have a dark beer, that would be good.”
“Not a fan of lagers?”
“No, I prefer to chew on my beer.”
He laughed. “I will be sure to get a six-pack of something dark in case you stop by again.”
“Oh, don’t buy it just for me.”
“I’ll drink it, too. Might even chew on it.” He opened the fridge and grabbed a couple bottles. “Want to watch a movie or something?”
“Sure,” she said, happy for an excuse to sit down and stay awhile.
“The remote is right there. Best I can do is an IPA, if you’d like.”
“Whatever you have is fine.”
They settled on a horror comedy film. She figured he would expect her to want to be held by him. Her desire for him grew as the film played. His arm around her shoulder was powerful. He could probably pick her up with the one arm. And yet he held it gently against her, squeezing comfortingly after each jump scare in the movie.
She lay her head against his shoulder so she wouldn’t keep looking at his eyes. His scent danced in her nose. Shivers ran down her spine as he lightly tussled her hair. Her hand hovered above his thigh barely brushing against his khakis. She heard rather than saw his other arm move. If not, she would have been startled when his hand covered her hand, pressing it down on his thigh. She squeezed it tentatively. A soft, “Mhm,” escaped his lips.
Slowly, her hand crept up his thigh, his hand atop hers would sometimes halt her progress and other times allow it. Still trying not to look down, she sensed her hand was a hair’s breadth away from her goal. He did not let her move it further. As the movie ended, he stood up. “I’m glad you stopped by. I have an early morning so I hope it isn’t too rude to end the evening here.”
“No, not at all. I have an early morning myself,” she said. After a moment she stood up. She wanted to try to set something up for the next night, Friday, but wasn’t sure if she wanted to seem as desperate as she felt.
“There’s an exhibit at the Robeson Museum Saturday. It’s about seventeenth century piracy. You can guess I plan to go. It would be far more fun to go with someone than to go alone.”
“I’m sure.” He had had her off balance all night. She added, “Do you know anyone who would go with you?”
For the first time, he seemed nonplussed. “I was thinking about asking your brother.”
“He… he, um.”
“Got you back.”
They laughed.
“I did mean you. Wear comfortable shoes. I was planning to walk the five blocks between here and there. And, of course, museum visits involve a lot of walking.”
“What time will you go out of your way to pick me up?”
“Around one? I have other morning plans.”
“I’ll be ready.” As it started to become awkward, she headed to the door. “Good night.”
“Good night.”
* * *
She hadn’t realized women could be cock-blocked. Why was her fantasy man such a gentleman? She was so frustrated she couldn’t get herself off when she returned to her bedroom. After an hour trying, she just went to sleep.
In the morning, he willed the boobs and wig to fall off as he rose from the bed. He showered and went in early so he could leave work early. He found himself comparing every man he saw on his commute and every man in the office to Charlie. He wanted Saturday to arrive right now. Except, he had nothing to wear. He managed to get out of the office by three and home shortly thereafter so he could put his boobs and wig back on.
Dana had been putting off buying too much of a wardrobe. But, with Charles living next door, she wasn’t sure she could pull that off. She wanted someone to talk to but she had no friends as Dana and only one as himself. She sent a text.
* * *
The woman from the train ride was sitting at a table in the outdoor cafe. She alternated between looking at her phone and looking around as if she was expecting someone. She was a little startled when woman she’d never met before stood at her table and said, “Pardon me, but are you expecting someone?”
“Yes, but I realize now I don’t know his name.”
“I’m Dana,” she said offering her hand.
“Nancy. Is there a reason you wished to speak to me?”
“I may not look it, but you know me as Non-Spreader.”
“Oh, my god. No way.” She looked around again. “He’s pranking me right?”
“I visited the Magic Shoppe again so I could look like this.”
“No way.”
Dana didn’t respond.
“You’re serious.”
“Yes.”
“You look beautiful. But, that dress doesn’t fit.”
“It was in my closet. An old girlfriend left it. Same with the shoes. I was wondering if you might have time to help me go shopping.”
“You didn’t seem like you were interested in going this far when we spoke the other night.”
“I met a guy and…”
“Before you tell me about the guy, tell me about your recent Magic Shoppe stuff.”
She told Nancy about her breasts and mask magic.
“Are you still just experimenting or is this you now?”
“Both? I want to tell them at work about this me. But, I’m worried about how they might react.”
“I have no experience with this but you should probably set up a meeting with your boss and human resources and just show them the transformation.”
“Hmm. That would remove all doubt. And I would be able to get into the office without being some unknown, random woman off the street.”
“Exactly,” she said finishing her coffee. “You wanted to go shopping. Tell me about this guy as we find out what your style is.”
“I have a style?”
“Everyone has a style, Honey. Hopefully, you’ll find clothes that fit yours.”
* * *
She didn’t finish telling Nancy about them watching the movie until they were in Dana’s apartment. All the bags of clothes she bought were on her bed.
“He’s either a perfect gentleman or a control freak,” Nancy said.
“That’s what I thought. I’m confessing a lot to you and...”
“That sounds juicy.”
“I’m kind of hoping he’s a bit of a control freak.”
“What?”
“I’ve never really noticed before. I defer. I let stuff slide. I capitulate. I’m a bit submissive. When he was holding my hand in place, I kind of liked him being assertive.”
“Look at you. When we spoke before you said you went to the shoppe because you didn’t want to suck some other guy’s cock. What are the prospects for that now?”
“Can’t wait. I would have done it last night if he’d let me.”
“Why didn’t you ask?”
“Should I have?”
“I’d say you should be more assertive but you probably know that. Since demanding it was out of the question, and you didn’t ask, you’ll have to wander through a museum to get it, now.”
“I hope that isn’t too bad. I don’t mind going to the museum if there’s an exhibit I want to see.”
“Seventeenth century piracy in the Caribbean?”
“I thought that series of pirate movies years ago was okay.”
“I hope he’s worth it.”
“How was that guy at the bar?”
“He’s taking me to a baseball game Saturday.”
“We could trade.”
She laughed. “I like baseball. And I’d prefer a non-control freak guy. Thanks. Before I talk more about Ollie, can I see it?”
“It?”
“Your living dildo.”
“I’ve never shown my cock to a woman I wasn’t dating.”
“You did get my phone number so we might have dated.”
“It’s in the bathroom. I didn’t have time this morning to do anything with it after I washed it.” They went into the bathroom.
“Glad to hear I’ll be seeing it clean and not with…”
“You don’t have to finish that sentence.”
“Can I pick it up?”
“I will feel it if you do.”
“That wasn’t a no.”
She just shrugged.
Nancy grasped the shaft close to the base and picked it up close to her face. “Good size.”
“Never had any complaints.”
She licked the tip.
A shudder ran up Dana’s spine. “Don’t start something you won’t finish. Aren’t you worried about cheating on Oliver?”
“Oliver asked me to do it.”
“He said lick my cock? Wait, you told him?”
“On our second date, he had a lot of questions about my best guy friend whom I knew practically nothing about except that we first met less than a week ago,” Nancy said. “I had to tell him some of the story for it to make sense. By the time he finished his interrogation, he knew everything about you that I did. He’ll flip when I tell him about Dana. I suppose I should ask for your permission now.”
“Fine. You can tell him,” Dana said. “Did he really ask you to lick my cock?”
Nancy laughed. “I hadn’t thought about that phrasing. Yes, he asked me to lick your cock.”
“And what will you tell him about it?”
“If I weren’t dating Oliver, I wouldn’t mind licking it some more.” She stared intently at the base of the cock. “What’s this?”
On the side of the cock right where the balls were attached was hollow thin slit. An opening three-quarters of an inch tall and an eighth of an inch wide ran through the cock from side to side.
“I’ve never noticed that before. Maybe a way to hang it up. Weird.”
“I doubt that. Maybe you go ask your wizard friend,” Nancy said. Her phone buzzed. “Oh, Oliver is asking if he and I are still on for tonight. Want to come?”
“I’d love to orgasm. But, I don’t think I want to be a third wheel on your date.”
“I’d say invite Charles but you guys still haven’t had a real first date.”
“He isn’t available tonight. He said something about making up at work tonight for spending the evening with me last night.”
“He works that much? What’s he do?”
“Investment something. I should pay more attention to what he says.”
“Yes, you should. I’ve got to go.” She tossed the cock to Dana. “Have fun.”
She caught it. “I will. Let me know if he wants you to take it up the ass after you tell him all about me.”
“Dana!”
Dana just smiled.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Nancy laughed at Dana’s shocked expression. “Ta ta.”
After eating dinner, she had a thought about that slit in the back of the dildo. She retrieved from under the bed the box that the salves and stuff had been packed in. She found an envelope poking up from the side of the foam where the salve jars sat.
Inside was red leather strap that seemed just the right width and thickness to slip into the slot in the dildo. There was also a hand written note from the Proprietor. “Dana, I forgot to put this in the package before you took it home. If you are reading this the transference spell worked. The strap, you’ll notice, has no buckle. Slip the strap into the dildo and take it all into your mouth. If someone takes the strap and pulls it behind your head, they can touch the strap while thinking the word ‘lock’ to make the strap unremovable. It can only be removed when they touch the strap again and think ‘Unlock.’ If this someone isn’t you, you won’t be able to remove the penis gag until they release you. Enjoy.”
She put the strap through the slot in the dildo and eased the cock into her throat. She pulled the straps behind her head and thought, ‘Lock.’ The strap tightened in place, pulling the dildo a bit further into her throat. She wondered if the dildo was the reason she had no gag reflex.
She ran her finger around the strap. It felt like a seamless circle. She could not get a fingernail between it and her head. No amount of effort caused the strap to slip or shift from where it was locked in place.
After satisfying her curiosity that she could unlock it, she got in bed with the penis gag locked back in place and masturbated herself to a chain of multiple orgasms and sleep.
* * *
In addition to dreams about having sex just about everywhere in her and Charles’ apartments that night, she also dreamed about taking Nancy’s ass and Nancy taking hers. With and without Oliver and Charles. She woke up bathed in sweat. She moaned around her gag.
She looked at her phone. It was nearly eleven. She needed to get ready for her date with Charles. She used the bathroom and showered. Since she wasn’t going to work, this was the first time she had showered wearing the wig and breasts in the shower. Pleasuring herself using her water-slicked boobs lasted for only a moment or two before she got back to getting clean. She used the shampoo and body wash Nancy had insisted she purchase the day before. She liked how it made her smell.
It was only when everything else was washed that she removed the gag. She clean it off in the shower before turning off the faucet. She set the gag down on the counter and brushed her teeth.
With a towel wrapped around her, she sat on the bed and painted her toenails. She’d watched several online videos to do it mostly correctly the first time. After her toes, doing her fingernails was much easier. While waiting for them to dry, she surfed to a website Nancy had recommended to buy some toys. As much as she had enjoyed her own penis dildo, there were other toys to explore.
When she finish her order, her nails were dry. She remembered the note from last night had mentioned the wig package. She took that box out from under the bed. It had been empty when she had put it there. Now it had an envelope in it. There was a black leather collar, maybe five-eights of an inch wide, inside along with a note: “Dana, I’m glad you found and enjoyed the new strap used with your first purchase. This collar is similar. When you wear it, your wig and breast devices can’t be removed by you accidentally thinking about them coming off. The collar locks just like the strap from the other box and can only be unlocked by whomever locks it in place. Enjoy.”
The collar had no buckle just like the strap for her dildo. She put it around her neck and said, “Lock.” The collar became a seamless ring around her neck. Not loose, but not tight either. She willed her wig to come off. It didn’t. She thought about the breasts coming off. They didn’t. She was thrilled by the idea that she couldn’t accidentally be revealed for who she had been.
After applying a light bit of makeup, she was zhuzhing her hair when there was a knock at her apartment door.
“You look lovely,” Charles said as she stood in the open doorway. “Give me a spin.”
She blushed as she turned on the ball of her flat shoe. The skirt of the pale blue sundress flared out from the cinched waist and thick dark blue belt. She felt so pretty and the way he looked at her made her also feel sexy.
“Ready?”
“I am.” She locked her apartment door and they walked hand-in-hand to the elevator.
As they walked to the museum, they talked about various things after starting with the weather.
“Do you follow baseball?” He said.
“Yes. Hey, the Pirates are in town, aren’t they? Kind of ironic.”
“The game is probably starting now. I was planning to watch the game with a friend of mine.”
“Am I keeping you from your friend?”
“I’d much rather go to the museum with a beautiful, intelligent woman than watch a baseball game with Larry.”
“It’s funny. My friend Nancy and her new boyfriend are probably at that game right now.
“She likes baseball, too?”
“She does.”
“We’ll have to catch a game sometime.”
“My father use to watch all the time and I’d watch with him.”
“With your brother?”
“Yeah, he watched, too,” she said hesitantly. “Oh, look, you can see the museum from here. Are you excited?”
He chuckled. “Not as much as you seem to be.”
“Would you prefer that I wasn’t excited?”
“Of course not. Let’s get inside.”
They walked through the exhibit at a leisurely pace. Charles was a font of information about the pieces on display, adding an anecdote not found on the little information placards at each station. Occasionally, people would gather as he spoke about the past with passion.
After visiting the last part of the exhibit, Charles mentioned he’d made dinner reservations at a restaurant nearby. They had to spend a little over an hour doing something else. He suggested going to a nearby park. They found a quiet part of the park and sat on a bench.
“What was your favorite part of the exhibit?” he said.
“You talking about the stuff on display. You should work there,” she said. “You’re so knowledgeable about the subject matter.”
“I make better money in finance.”
“Probably. But, is it as fulfilling?”
“Maybe when I retire I’ll just hang out in museums and give people unofficial guided tours.”
“Your voice is made for orating. It’s so dynamic and soothing. At the same time, it commands one’s attention. When you were talking about that pirate queen and your voice dropped to a whisper about her boudoir antics. I felt it in my spine.”
“I have bedroom voice?”
“I hope so.”
After dinner, dusk turned into evening and the walk home was a bit cooler than she had expected.
“Maybe we should have hired a car to go home,” she said.
“Are you cold?”
“A little.”
He pulled his polo shirt off revealing a clean white T-shirt beneath. “You can put that on or just drape it over your shoulders.”
She pulled it around her upper arms and shoulders. “That’s much better. Did you plan for dinner to run late?”
“Ha, ha. I’m not that clever,” he said. “But, now that you’ve given me the idea…”
“Oh, you.” She preferred to think he spent time coming up with ways she would have end up with his shirt wrapped around her neck, giving off the pleasing scent he had.
He put his arm around her shoulder. She didn’t say anything to stop him. When they reached their building, he held the door for her. As they stepped off the elevator, he said, “Your place or mine.”
“Yours.”
“Yeah, we wouldn’t want to be interrupted by your brother.”
“No, we wouldn’t want him to make an appearance.”
“Oh,” Charles said. He took his shirt back and walked toward the hamper. “Are you and your brother having troubles?”
“No, no. I wouldn’t want him to be a third wheel for what we do next.”
He returned from the bathroom. “That sounds promising. What are we doing next?”
“You tell me.”
“I think we could spend some time on the sofa. And then a short time traveling from the sofa to the bed. And then a lot of time in bed. All under the guise of getting to know each other better.”
“Uncovering our mutual mysteries is one of the things I love best to do.”
* * *
The next morning, she awoke spooned up against Charles. She wrapped her hand around the wrist of his arm that was holding her close to him. He adjusted his leg, putting it over top of both of hers.
“Have you been awake long?” He said.
“No, I just woke up. Though, it’s a good thing I have no where to go given how much you’re wrapped around me.”
He pulled her tighter to him. “Feels great to me.”
“I wasn’t complaining.”
Comments
David Fenger
Lovely so far. I wonder how Charles will react when he finds out...
