Never Meet Your Heroes

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Always Read the Fine Print

"Just sign here and here. Great! I'll be back to start the procedure in a few minutes. Just sit tight."

My old orthodontics clinic had no choice but to refer me to this new clinic, about an hour's drive out of town. Embarrassingly, on account of my terrible gag reflexes. Getting my adult braces on was a feat deemed too hard for my old orthodontist.

"Dr. Cruz has the most experience and best equipment for patients like you. I'll refer you to him so your appointment goes as smoothly and comfortably as possible."

Dr. Cruz eventually returned with a needle. I couldn't help but shiver a bit. I hated needles.

"For that pesky gag reflex of yours."

I felt a pinch on my gum and nothing more, for a few seconds, that is. My body tensed, and the room became frigidly cold! I sank lower and lower into my seat as my eyes fixated on the ceiling above me. I was as rigid as a statue during the entire transformation. In the end, I was unrecognizable. I became a woman in body and flesh. 

"Let's see here. Blink twice if you feel any discomfort," Dr. Cruz instructed me as he inserted two of his long fingers deep down my throat. 

To my surprise, I felt absolutely nothing! You could put a whole cucumber down my throat, and I still wouldn't gag.

"Or your cock that works too."

The drug not only turned me into a cute chick. It also made me much more submissive and open to suggestions. Not that I cared. I was in a state of euphoria, probably induced by whatever he drugged me with. Dr. Cruz was as serious about his job as he was handsome, though. He got my braces on in no time at all. I was so happy with my treatment that I offered to pay another way. 

I'm so happy he took me on my offer. Apparently, the drug wears off in about a week, and I should be back in my old body with my old dick back. However, upon reading the fine print on the documents I signed, being in contact with cum reduces the chances of changing back by 50%. Thankfully my roommate helped me explore all the pleasures and perks of having a pair of tits and a throat that knows no limit ;).

Side effects of my treatment also carried things like uncontrollable swallowing, higher libido, shifts in my sexuality, and bimbo-like personality disorders induced by lower IQ. Consistent exposure to my roommate's semen probably didn't help my case either. As a result, I enrolled in my old high school to counteract my lower intelligence. It wasn't so bad. I got to live out my deepest and darkest fantasies of being a complete slut and teacher's pet to all my old teachers. 

"I always knew Mr. Smith was packing some heat!"

A Royal Family

 "I love you, babe!"

"I love you too."

Amelia stood before me on the balcony we have so frequently visited for the past two years. The full moon bathed the tiny garden below in a romantic glow. The still pond reflected a royal blue light on her face that accentuated her flushed red cheeks and golden locks. How a guy like me managed to score a gorgeous girl like her, I still don't know. 

This night and this balcony were special. I met her here two years ago on a night like this. She was elegantly painting the skyline view for our college art course. I complimented her picture and shared a few laughs before inviting her to paint with me sometime. She accepted my offer, and the rest is history.

Heart racing, I take a few steps toward her and lean in for a soft, slow kiss. Her eyes flickered with an enchanted gaze before she eventually pulled away with a worried look. 

"What's wrong, babe?"

"Um...well...there's something I need to tell you. Something I should've told you when we started dating." 

Amelia took a deep breath. "You see, I come from a royal family. I'm a princess, believe it or not. I'm not allowed to tell anyone for my safety here on campus. I kept it hidden from you, too, because; I didn't want this to end! My family will never approve of our relationship."

"Screw that!" I exclaim jokingly. "I love you, and you love me! Your family shouldn't dictate that about your life! It's not right. We'll figure something out!"

Amelia giggled at my sudden outburst. "Just...promise me that you'll never leave me. That you will always be a part of my life!"

"I promise!"

We say our goodbyes, and I begin walking back to my dorm. A drizzle starts to come down on me, so I pull up my hoodie. By the time I hear the black SUV pull up beside me, it's already too late. I get pulled inside by three strong men in suits and rushed away.

"Where the fuck am I!? And who are you, people!?"

"Have some respect, young man! You are speaking in the presence of Prince Callum Aethelstan IV, the heir to the throne!" one of the suited thugs yelled. 

"I'm sorry this is your introduction to our family," the prince apologized, " but my sister just can't marry, no less date someone who isn't of royal blood. However, I owe it to Amelia to carry out her final wish. That is why she is here."

The prince gestured to another person in the car, an old blind lady holding a strange crystal ball.

"You see, my father asked this witch to cast a curse on my sister that will activate when she reveals her true identity to someone. The shimmer in her eyes back there was proof of that. The spell will transform any man into a more suitable, beneficial, and less risky family member. Take her high school sweetheart, for example."

"Princess Patricia! I'm sure you're familiar with her place in our family. The spell works by altering reality and having the world believe that Patricia was always a member of our family. We had her married to a Tsar for a healthier diplomatic relationship in the East. It was risky, given her resistance to the transformation, but she understood her arranged marriage was necessary to secure world peace and prevent a nuclear apocalypse."

The crystal ball began to fill with purple smoke before revealing a petite blonde gitty from her post-orgasmic afterglow.

"Her new husband made it easy for her to come around," the prince chuckled.

I stared into the crystal ball in shock, coming to grips with my newly assigned fate.

"Amelia didn't want you to struggle with getting accustomed to your new life like Princess Patricia. So she asked for some mental and personality changes after your transformation."

The witch cracked a grin before pink smoke started to fill the crystal ball.

I watched as a horny blonde, presumably me, got her back blown out and pussy fucked in various positions. The girl, I mean I, appeared to be in heavenly bliss. Impossible! I'm straight! And not only that, I'm in love with Amelia! Our love is strong enough to overcome any stupid spell. I told myself this, but the more I watched and heard my high-pitched womanly moans, the less I was so sure. The prospect of turning into this lingerie-clad princess shamefully even excited me a little bit. 

 

As my cock started to throb a bit, the pink smoke started to flow out of the ball and towards my held-down body. The pink smoke engulfed me, filling my vision with a blurry haze. Within seconds I lost consciousness. 

Upon waking up, I found myself in the same bedroom I saw in the vision. A naked hairy man with a thick mustache stared me down with hungry eyes as I presented my youthful curves.

"Te ves tan hermosa mi amor"

It's happening that quickly!? What's he saying? Oh my god! I'm a woman! The woman I saw! Shit, my mind! It's getting all fuzzy. Oh no. Amelia! Think of Amelia! I love you, Amelia! I love you, Amelia!

"Ven aquí y...let me feel you baby."

"T...Te amo," I sheepishly reply as the mental changes lock in, allowing me to speak and understand Spanish fluently.

My teenage hormones overcome my sense of control, as I pounce on my new husband, licking his cock like a sweet but salty lollipop. Slurping his juicy member and savoring the intoxicating flavor as his manly scent filled my nostrils and turned me on even more. No dish, sweet, or candy from the many banquet halls and dinners I have attended after our wedding could compete with his delicious cock.

The prophecy shown to me on that crystal ball came to fruition as I slipped my soft ass down his shaft. 

I rode my prince, and soon-to-be king, as fast and hard as possible. Using all my newly obtained knowledge I did my best to coax all of his golden seed out of his balls and into my uterus. The pleasure was mind-numbing and the thought of carrying my man's Spanish lineage of future princes and princesses turned me on so much!

I was the luckiest woman alive who was married to the love of her life.

"SI SI SI!!! Llename amore!! Damelo, damelo, damelo!! AAAIII DIABLOS!! Voy of venirme!!"

With a twitch of his cock my pussy was pumped with his hot and sticky cum. The first of many impregnations to come.

Epilogue:

"So what was your name when you were a man, sister?"

"When I was a man? What do ever do you mean, sister?"

Princess Patricia stripped for the camera she set up in their bedroom. She always liked to finger herself later on to videos of herself in her female body. In a sense, she still retained some of her male urges from her past life. 

"Never mind. I see they changed more than just your dick."

I took a sip of my sister's Vodka thinking this must be another one of her crude jokes. My bubbly persona made it impossible for me to wrap my head around ever being a man. My older sister Amelia warned me not to spend too much time with Patricia, but hanging out with her was just so much fun and a great distraction from royal duties.