The elixir of feminine grace (One shot story)

The sun danced through the leaves of tall trees as Jim's car meandered down the gravel road of the forest. He felt nervous to be here, driving into the unknown to meet the woman who had him captivated. He met Heather at a festival dedicated to the town's history of witches and magic. It had been a typical day of people selling cheap wares and even cheaper food broken up by small displays of the town's history.

Heather arrived in her dark beauty, dressed far more sexy than typical women who portrayed witches. He was instantly drawn to her as if an unseen force called to him. She responded as if she knew what he was thinking, and before long, they were together. He recalled how she mocked the festival, shaking her head at the insane belief about witches. It was all entertainment, but the way she spoke about it sounded far more tangible. It was one more fascinating trait of the mysterious woman who flirted and smiled with him all through the night.

That night ended with a kiss and a promise that she wasn't done with him. They began dating, and before long, he found himself in her bed, making love to a woman who knew sex like it was her sole purpose. She moved and reacted to his touch as if experiencing something magical. The way she responded and the heat that rose from her creamy white skin made him curious. He asked her about it later, wondering why she had felt during the moment. She did her best to describe it, making it sound more like a ritual of lust and power than just sex. He listened as she described the sensation of her body being filled and the tension of knowing he would soon fill her with his cum. She assured him that sex was far more powerful for a woman and that a man simply couldn’t understand.

The way she made it sound piqued his curiosity, and he made a harmless comment that he wished he could experience sex as a woman. Heather took that comment far more seriously, prying at him to know if he was sure. The sudden intensity of her focus caused him to recoil. She asked him a dozen times if that was something he really wanted. Thinking it was a joke, he said yes, but that wasn't enough. Over the coming weeks, every time they made love, she asked if he was still interested in knowing.

That led him to where he was now, and he wasn’t sure why. The last time they made love, Heather admitted that she was a priestess. He asked her of what, but he didn't understand any of what she said. She explained that her kind were often called witches, but that was far from the truth. She did her best to describe her faith as something natural, in harmony with what she called the sacred order and pure of soul. After trying in vain to explain it, she simply asked if he trusted her. He assured her he did, and she had instructed him to meet her here.

The car rolled to a stop as he arrived at the end of the road, a small gravel clearing deep in the forest. He had vague worries of some mad cult rushing from the trees to sacrifice him to some dark god, but he struggled to believe Heather would be involved in such a thing. Her eyes were bright and full of life, while every gesture and touch was gentle. She was so at peace with the world around her, and the passion she showed during sex was genuine. He doubted she was capable of hurting someone, much less luring them into danger.

He stepped from the car and breathed the clean forest air while hearing the soft whisper of the wind in high branches. The sun was later into the afternoon, its golden rays dancing between swaying branches as he walked to the nearby trail. Heather tied a white silk to a branch to mark the way, ensuring he wouldn't get lost. He started down a grassy path between the tall trunks of mature trees, smelling the earthy scent of the forest deeply.

The trail wound downhill, passing through a fern-studded underworld, where leaves from years of falling created a thick carpet. Jim struggled not to tremble as he continued, following the trail of silk strips deeper into the trees. Why had Heather chosen this location? What did she want to show him? Did it have anything to do with her being a priestess of this odd religion? She said he would remember this day for the rest of his life, but how could it be that special?

Leaves crunched underfoot as he passed a massive oak tree that had to be hundreds of years old. It had branches that were thicker than he was, reaching into the sky to create a dark canopy of shadows.   Carved into the side of the tree was a symbol or pattern of etchings, but he had no idea what the language was. It looked ancient and natural as if mimicking the power of nature, creating a pattern that almost felt feminine.

The odd symbol haunted his thoughts as he followed the trail to discover more and more of the ancient oaks. The path finally turned and went straight for the largest trunk among them. Jim was amazed by the side of the trunk but sad that the tree it once supported was long gone. The trunk rose perhaps twelve feet, then ended in a jagged break, the old tree probably dead even before the town arrested its first witch.

There was a split in the side at ground level, creating a massive portal to the tree's heart where something suddenly moved. She stepped out with slow, flowing motions, wearing a soft green robe tied with a golden cord. Her dark hair spilled out of the hood and down the front of the robe to frame her milky white face. Heather was dark and mysterious, but her eyes were full of love. She smiled at him as if beckoning him to come to her and stepped barefoot into the carpet of leaves.

She walked toward him, her hips swaying while her left hand curled upward. Only then did he notice the long-stemmed silver cup decorated with more odd symbols. A white mist curled above the lip of the cup, spilling over as she approached. He felt his heart begin to race as the strangeness of this encounter and her serious gaze sent his skin prickling with goosebumps.

“Heather,” he began, but she reached up with her free hand and silenced him with a gentle press to his lips.

“Shh,” she bid him as she leaned into his chest, her lips only inches from his. “I know you are confused and full of questions. I have the answer to all your questions right here.” She gestured with the odd cup and smiled as her free hand traced his lips. “Soon you will know.”

Alarm bells went off in Jim's head as he saw that cup. Obviously, she meant for him to drink whatever was inside and not ask questions. Now that he thought about it, he was alone in a remote section of forest with a woman he had only recently met. Nobody else knew where he was or was expecting him to return. He hadn't even introduced Heather to his friends or family yet, meaning nobody knew who to look for should something happen to him.

“You look nervous,” Heather said as she stroked his cheek. “I thought you said you trusted me.”

“I do trust you,” he replied as her soothing voice took off a little of the edge. “But think about what's going on here. This has all the hallmarks of a cult murder. I assume you want me to drink that liquid without asking what it is. Do I know you well enough to do that?”

Heather smiled and let out a little giggle as she stepped back with a nod.

“I see your point,” she agreed while using her hand to caress his neck. “But you didn’t need to know me that well to make love. You didn’t seem to care about what I wanted when you took me to bed. You must be confident enough in me if you came all the way out here with only my assurance that it would answer your questions.”

“You are the most confusing woman I have ever known,” Jim replied, his body trembling as her hand traced his chest. “But nothing like this has ever happened to me or anyone I have ever heard of. I just need to understand.”

“Oh, you need to understand,” Heather replied, lifting the cup before her face. “Well, understand this. I worked hard to bring this moment about, and I did it for you. You said you wanted to know what it was like, and I want to show you. So tell me, will you run away when you are moments away from the answer? Will you let fear stop you when you are so close?”

Jim felt he was being baited and goaded into doing something he shouldn't. Still, Heather looked harmless despite the mysterious robes and strange behavior. He looked down at the drink and wondered if this was some kind of prank. Judging by the dark ruby color, he guessed it was some kind of wine, potentially enhanced with a little additive. She probably meant to get him drunk and have sex with him here in the forest.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked as his mind swam with warning.

“I want you to drink then make love to me,” she replied as she held out the cup.

“Can I ask what it is?” he pressed as the tension mounted.

“I offer you one last chance,” she said, holding the cup out and breaking his train of thought.

Jim didn't like being pressured. Everything about this felt wrong, but his curiosity blazed like a fire. He was sure he was about to miss some kind of kinky sex, and he felt stupid for being afraid. Slowly, he reached out and took the cup as Heather smiled, and excitement danced in her eyes.

“All of it?” he asked as the cup hovered near his lips.

“No, just drink a little.” She cautioned and nearly reached up to stop him. “No more than half the cup. I promise this will change your life, and you will never regret what happens. This will be one of the happiest days of your life.”

He took a deep breath and looked down at the ruby-colored fluid inside. He assumed it could be rum, brandy, or just cheap wine laced with antifreeze. Whatever it was, he had to decide, and the time to choose was now. He closed his eyes and lifted the cup to his lips, tasting the sweet flavor of honey and something bitter that nipped at his tongue.

“I am so happy for you!” Heather said excitedly and reached up to slow his drink. “Not too much,” she urged, taking the cup from his hands. “All you need is a little.”

Jim let her take the cup as he suddenly felt dizzy. The forest seemed to be growing around him as if the trees were moving and the world was spinning. Heather took his hand and guided him down, urging him to sit before he fell.

“I didn’t expect it to work so quickly,” she said as he sat on the forest floor.

“What's happening to me?” he mumbled as the world began to spin, and his skin crawled with tingling. He felt flushed, his temperature rising fast as if he were lying in a fire. A sense of panic washed over him as whatever he had drunk took effect. He realized he was helpless and would never make it to the car, much less a hospital. As the strange liquid took hold, he lost all sense of his bearings or location. All he remembered was her voice calling out to him as the blackness closed in.

“Just relax. I will be here when you wake up.”

Jim opened his eyes to a changed world. He was in the forest, but somehow it felt different. The air was warm and sweet, with a pleasing woody scent. The tall branches still blotted out the sky, but the forest seemed bright as if a golden glow emanated from everything. He realized he was lying down and went to get up, shifting in a carpet of leaves. His body felt awkward, almost heavy and awkward. He looked around to see his he was sitting up at the trunk of a tall tree that towered overhead.

“Welcome back.” Came a familiar voice now flowing with sultry tones. His gaze immediately turned to the right as his jaw fell open to see the glowing goddess that stood beside him. She was dressed in black lace, bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings. Her hair was tied back in one long ponytail tied with a black ribbon. She wore a simple metal band on her head with a black stone in the center just over her eyebrows. In her arms was a bundle of white lace that barely amounted to a shirt. It was firmly tucked to her stomach, making it impossible to make out, but he wasn't looking at it for long.

Heather walked with feminine grace, turning circles to let him soak in her body and her outfit. She reeked of sexual energy, and strangely, he felt it more so than ever before. It tingled deep in his core, an empathic sensation that drove him to hunger for what he saw. He almost reached up to grab her, feeling an intense need to have her in his arms, but she stayed just out of reach and smiled.

“How do you feel?” She asked as she stood before.

He thought about it for a moment and couldn't decide how he felt. His thoughts were confused, like he was in a dream he couldn't wake up from. Everything around him felt bigger and more alive, as if the world had grown while he napped. Even his body felt odd, somehow lighter and yet weaker at the same time. It was all so confusing, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the woman before him.

“I don't know how I feel. Everything seems strange,” he finally said, putting a hand to his head as if to steady himself.

Heather squatted down to look him in the eyes. “It will pass. You just have to get used to it,” she said in her mysterious tone. A smile passed over her face as she looked over him, then leaned back to show him her bundle of lace.

“These are for you,” she said, handing him the bundle in her hands.

Jim thought that Heather looked bigger somehow as she hovered over him with her lacy breasts in his face. Without thinking, he took the bundle from her arms and nodded as if thankful for the gift. He still couldn't clear his head as he looked down to see what she had handed him and gawked in surprise. He held an outfit identical to hers, only made entirely of white lace and silk. It was the daintiest of panties that tied at the hip so they would not interfere with the garter belt. There was a matching bra and stockings, all of fine silk and adorned with delicate lace. It was a sexy outfit, to be sure, but Jim was at a loss as to why she handed it to him.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” he asked while holding up the lacy gift.

Heather stood up and walked away, swaying her hips as she went, giving him a full show of her sexual beauty. She stopped and turned her head, looking over her shoulder so he could see the love dance in her eyes. A wry smile crossed her face as her eyes once again looked over him completely.

“Put them on,” she said as if the questions were silly.

Jim felt his confusion grow. He looked at the clothes in his arms and realized what she was after. Dressing him as a woman wasn't what he meant by wanting to know what sex felt like to a woman. He struggled up, prepared to begin an argument that this wasn't going to work. This wasn't his thing, and she was pushing too far. He wasn't about to dress as a woman, despite whatever she spiked his drink with. She stood by with arms folded, smiling in amusement as he wobbled. Somehow, just standing felt wrong, as if his body were completely off balance. He had to straighten his back and plant his feet carefully, as they felt far too small. In fact, his entire body felt out of place, slim, light, and oddly balanced.

Heather laughed as he stumbled for a moment, trying to steady himself. What in the world had she done to him? Why did his body feel so delicate?

“You will have to get used to the extra weight up top,” she said, covering her mouth with her hand to hide her laugh.

“What extra weight?” Jim responded, looking down to see what was tugging at his chest. He assumed she had tied something to him or stuffed it into his shirt to add weight. He could see the bulge under the oddly loose clothing and lifted the shirt away to choke. His eyes gazed at a pair of large, firm breasts adorning his perfectly smooth and hairless chest. He spun around, reaching for his shoulders for the straps that held them in place. His hands dug at his skin, desperately assuming this was some kind of fake chest. He stumbled with the weight and then gave up, choosing to grab a firm hold of the breasts instead. He planned to tear them off, but as his hands tightened, he felt the sensation of his touch coursing through his skin. It was something unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and the rougher he handled them, the more he felt it. He looked down, and only then did he notice how small his hands were. He held one up, turning it around before his face as he flexed the fingers with long, perfect nails.

“What the fuck?” Jim called, stumbling away from his own hands and losing his balance. He flopped over and came crashing to the forest floor, his body an uncoordinated mess. Panic overwhelmed him as he tried to convince himself he was hallucinating. He tried to stand again but found the balance difficult while trembling so vigorously. His whole world was in a spin until gentle hands came to his shoulders, and a soothing whisper implored him to relax. He was pulled into a warm embrace as Heather cradled his head and leaned into his back. He could feel the lace of her bra as she pressed in tightly, holding him until the shivering abated.

“What is happening?” he gasped as she held him in love, gently stroking her cheek on the back of his head.

“Shh,” she said in his ear. “Be still, and just relax.”

“What did you do to me?” Jim mumbled as he lifted his hands to inspect them again.

“I gave you a chance to know,” she responded in a tone meant to soothe him. “To know what it was like.”

“To know what, what was like?” Jim squeaked, his voice cracking. Only then did he realize how soft and high-pitched his voice was, and it froze in his throat.

“Please relax,” Heather insisted as she rocked him gently. “Just close your eyes and listen to my voice. I promise this is only temporary, and you will go home just the way you came here.”

He nodded as his eyes closed, the sound of his heart racing echoing in his ears.

“Now, you have obviously started to figure out what happened,” she began.

“I'm... I'm a woman?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“As beautiful a woman as a woman can be,” Heather responded, stroking his hair. “Skin soft as a rose petal, eyes big and clear as the ocean, skin as pale as moonlight, and breasts to satisfy any man.”

“But I can't be a woman,” Jim said in a broken protest. “I am a man.”

“Shh, sweetheart, this is a gift, and it is only temporary,” she said, rocking him gently in her embrace. “It won't last long, I'm afraid, a few hours at most. Then you will fall asleep and change back. I promise you, you will not be harmed at all.”

Jim felt reassurance at her words, but his heart was still uncertain. How had she done this in the first place? What was she after?”

“Why?” he pressed, unable to think of anything else to say.

“What do you mean, why?” she giggled. “To answer your questions, of course. For the next couple of hours, you will know what it’s like to be a woman.”

Despite what he saw with his hands and chest, he couldn't accept what she was saying. He looked to see the rest of his body was thin and curvy. He was truly a woman in perfect health and the peak of beauty in the arms of his mysterious priestess.

Carefully, she unwrapped him and took his hand to help him up. He stood before her to see they were the same height and tried to smile as she wiped a strand of golden hair from his face. He had started crying in his panic, and she reached up to wipe the tears away.

“Please don't cry,” she urged. “I promise you will change back. I only did this because I thought you wanted to know. Now, just relax and let me show you.”

He nodded as she began to undress him, the man-sized clothes easily coming away. He felt naked and folded his arms over his chest, causing Heather to smile.

“Just like a nervous woman would do,” she said as his pants came away and were tossed aside. She stood before him as her hands went up his sides, causing him to tremble. “I think we need to make this as powerful a moment as possible. You are frightened, but if you let me guide you, you will never always look back on this experience as the greatest moment of your life.”

He nodded his consent as she leaned back to look deep into his eyes. He knew that look as she pondered something deeply. It was often followed by one of her deep and often confusing statements.

“Since you are a woman for a little bit, I think it only right you have a proper name,” she declared.

“My name is Jim,” he countered, but she shook her head.

“That’s a man’s name,” she laughed. “I mean a woman’s name. Something that compliments your beauty.”

“Like what?” he asked, his heart threatening to burst from his chest.

“I have always been partial to the name Cynthia,” she said. “And I think it fits your new appearance.”

“That's a girl's name,” he responded instinctively.

“And you are a girl.” She accentuated to the point by running her hands up his stomach and across his breasts. A tingling erupted on his skin, and a shock like electricity raced down the front of his stomach. He reached up reflexively with his hands but found he didn't have the strength to pull her away as she cupped his large breasts.

“I want you to say it,” she said, her hands beginning to massage his breasts firmly.

“Say what?” he asked meekly, twisting under her touch. He couldn't believe what he was feeling. It was like his body was wired to respond to her touch, sending shocks of hunger racing below. He felt himself becoming aroused as she stepped into him, massaging his breasts as she nibbled at his ear.

“I want you to say my name is Cynthia, and I am a girl,” she asked, her grip becoming more forceful, her fingers beginning to roll his nipples.

“Why do I need to say that?” he stammered as her touch drove him wild. She insisted it was just role play and important to put him in the right frame of mind. She assured him again that all this was only temporary, and he needed to seize this moment before it passed him by. Unable to argue and lost to the sensation of his body being stimulated, he could find the will to resist. With his head thrown down and hands clenching into fists, he spoke in his new voice.

“My name is Cynthia.” He said as he trembled in her touch. “And I am a girl.” Her moment of admission had come, and Jim ceased to be. She was now Cynthia, and knowing that renewed her tears. There was a flood of emotions welling up inside as she felt something dying away. Maybe it was her resistance to the truth of her situation or her sudden body change, but Cynthia couldn't contain herself. Her hands shook as she accepted what she was, surrendering to Heather and her care. She had no idea how this was possible, but deep down, she knew she was a girl.

The hands at her breasts relented and instead pulled her head up. She felt soft lips press to her own and found that kissing was a wonderful new experience. Her lips were more full, and luscious, able to accept a kiss and return it like never before. She found the sensation of just pressing them to Heather’s overwhelmingly intoxicating. Cynthia hungered for more as Heather stepped in, wrapping her in a hug as their breasts pressed together.

Cynthia surrendered to the kiss and the overwhelming sensation that washed over her. She felt her heart racing as her blood pumped hot, stirring something inside that was impossible to explain. Her thinking was still cloudy and unfocused, but she was aware enough to lust for more of the kiss.

One of Heather’s hands slid down her back. She felt nails drag lightly across her bottom and then up the small of her back. The other hand rolled around her side, coming to the front of her stomach as she mapped Cynthia’s body by touch alone.

She twisted slightly under Heather’s caress and carefully raised her hands. Slowly, she reached for Heather's breasts, pressing through the silky material to feel them underneath. They felt enormous to her small hands as she kneaded the warm, silky skin.

Heather broke the kiss with a smile and let out a soft moan. She met Cynthia’s gaze as their hands wandered one another's bodies, the heat between them slowly increasing.

“Remembering how to touch a woman, are you?” she said playfully. “I think we can skip the clothes and get to what you really want. I have wanted to show you since the first day you said you wanted to know.”

Cynthia gasped as Heather pulled away and bent low, kissing along her shoulder and neck. She was amazed at how soothing the kisses felt and how much it sent her body tingling. She swayed as Heather went lower, kissing between her firm breasts to reach her stomach. Cynthia felt everything as if she were being gently caressed by rose petals. Cynthia gasped as those tender lips went to her breasts, kissing all around the delicate center. Waves of tingling excitement ran down her stomach as Heather's soft hands cupped her breasts. A cry of delight was heard as Heather's lips found the rosebud of her nipple and sucked it in. The power of that gentle touch was like a fire being lit in her soul. She felt a hunger stir and a need to surrender to her lover as the sensation filled her with sexual tension.

Cynthia wasn't sure what to do with her hands and ran her fingers through Heather’s dark hair. It had all been so clear as a man, as the one doing the touching. Now, the role was reversed, and she felt a need to surrender, making her hands almost pointless. She sank her fingers into Heather's hair and cradled the back of her head as Heather sucked at her breast. Her mouth fell open, and her breathing picked up speed as the tension inside built. What was happening to her? What was going on? Why was she feeling so much sensation from this? Is this how Heather felt when they made love? No wonder she loved the passion of foreplay as it lit a flame and stoked it into a raging fire.

This fire became a raging inferno of hunger and need as a hand wandered down her stomach. She wasn't even aware of its passage until a new sensation flooded her senses, forcing her to bounce to her toes. Heather slid her hand between Cynthia's legs just above the knee. It created a cascade of feelings and emotions as she felt laid bare and exposed. A gentle fingertip traced across skin far more sensitive than she ever believed. It drew slow spirals as it worked its way up, coming ever closer to the sacred space above.

Cynthia swallowed a squeak as the other hand firmly gripped a breast, adding to the stimulation. Her lips continued to suckle at the other as a stream of tingling shocks rolled down her body to a place she didn't understand. It was a center of energy that burned in anticipation as the hand below drew ever closer. That tension mounted as Heather's probing fingers brushed the folds of a flower hungry to bloom. Cynthia threw her head back, a moan escaping her lips as those tender petals were suddenly caressed. It was like touching a magical focus that turned her body into an instrument of sexual power, and Heather was one in charge.

Her legs trembled as Heather's hand skillfully spread her garden wide. With a gentle caress, she sent Cynthia to a new world as her fingers rubbed directly on the center of her soul.

Cynthia gasped as Heather found her mark and rubbed against Cynthia’s clitoris. Her hands tightened in Heather’s hair as firm fingers slid through the folds, rubbing her clit with great skill. Now, a power exploded between her legs, and a wave of tingles ran up to collide with those coming down.

She felt her knees buckle and had to fight to remain standing under the pressure. Heather's hand continued its gentle onslaught between her legs, feeding the storm growing inside. Her lips pressed on at Cynthia’s breast, and her other hand kneaded the other with tender care. A sensation was brewing inside her body like she had never imagined possible. It seemed to grow by the second, becoming an all-consuming force.

She began to moan and shake under Heather's determined care. Her knees kept trying to bend, and she held herself up with her hands on Heather's head. Cynthia’s world became a flowing song of sensation and pleasure as her body was played like an instrument. She shook and twisted as if dancing to the tune, her voice singing along with the melody.

Time seemed to slow even as her breathing became a series of rapid pants. Every breath was punctuated with a moan, and her lungs began to hurt from the effort. Heather’s fingers pressed into Cynthia’s body, her entire hand rubbing into her now, stimulating her and making her wet. Heather’s mouth sucked at her breast, pulling at her energy and drawing her in. Cynthia’s chest rolled with her breathing as she widened her stance to maintain her balance.

The sensation deep inside built until she was sure she could not stand it anymore. Her breath became ragged as she felt faint from the endless moaning. Her voice tore loose, and she pleaded with Heather to stop, but Heather only pressed on if anything more intently.

Her legs shook while her stomach tightened up, her back arching of its own accord. Then something snapped, and a wave of pure ecstasy washed through her body. It seemed to bounce from her head to her groin, rolling up and then down her body in a vibrating pulse. It was the single most powerful experience of her life, as she felt the might of a woman’s climax.

She wasn't even aware of what was happening as her legs failed, the power of the orgasm draining all she had. She crumpled into Heather's hands, slowly dropping to the floor even as Heather attempted to continue her onslaught. Cynthia was defeated, both physically and emotionally, as she was exposed to something her mind simply couldn't understand. It was a whole new experience that would never be repeated, and she melted into a helpless mess.

Heather relented, taking the woman into her arms and gently sitting down to hold her. There was a heat between their skin as Cynthia gasped for breath, her body still twitching in the power of that release.

“Just breathe,” Heather said in a soothing voice. “You are fighting it. Just let it wash over you and carry you away.”. Cynthia didn't need to be told twice; she curled into a ball in Heather's arms and tried to breathe even as her body shook.

“What happened?” Cynthia asked with her eyes pressed shut as she was held to Heather's chest.

“You got your answer,” Heather replied, stroking the woman's head. “The thing about being a woman is you feel the orgasm all through your body. It washes over you, filling your soul until it bursts forth like the light of the sun.” She added while stroking Cynthia's hair. “If you had time to practice, you would learn to ride it and let it bloom through you. You tried to fight it, not sure what the feeling was until it was too much to contain.”

Cynthia could only nod her head weakly. She felt secure again, wrapped in a warm embrace, cradled to Heather's lap. Her whole world had been turned upside down, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling and power that was a woman's sexual fire. Never had she dreamed it was so all-consuming and wild.

“I have much more to show you, or should I say, make you feel,” Heather laughed.

“You do?” Cynthia whispered, unsure she could stand more.

“I do, but we can't do it here,” Heather said while climbing to her feet. She pulled Cynthia up with her and realized she was standing barefoot on the forest floor. Heather stopped at the base of the tree trunk to pick up the silver cup and held it carefully.

“Follow me,” she said, moving around the tree trunk. When Cynthia didn't immediately move, Heather returned and took her hand, towing her along.

On the other side of the trunk, hidden from view, was a small stone path. The stones were close together and bridged with green moss. Carefully, the two women picked their way down the path, going down a gentle slope. Scarcely a minute down the trail was a small clearing in the trees. The branches overhead still shaded the space, but the weeds and plants had been neatly trimmed. A thick blanket was laid out in its center, creating a comfortable place to sit. A small basket sat to one side, and a bottle of wine poked through the wraps of a cloth over its top.

Heather led her to the blanket and pulled her down. Cynthia sat on her legs, feeling naked and vulnerable as Heather sat beside her, still wearing her sexy lace. Heather removed the wine and two small glasses from the basket before pulling it open with ease. Cynthia watched as Heather paused to smell the wine, closing her eyes with a gentle smile as if the aroma were wonderful. She poured a glass for each of them before handing one to Cynthia.

“This one is just wine. You won't be waking up to any more surprises,” Heather said with a smile.

Cynthia took a sip to find the sweet fluid far more satisfying than she ever believed. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until she looked down to see her glass was already empty.

“My, you’re a thirsty girl,” Heather teased, filling her back up. She snuggled beside her, pressing their bodies together as she savored her wine. Cynthia could feel the lace of her garments against her skin. She could feel the warmth of her flesh and smell the flowery scent of her body. Heather glanced over her wine to meet her gaze as Cynthia blushed. Heather’s eyes had always been beautiful, but now they looked like deep pools of mystery and magic. Cynthia couldn’t resist the desire to lean forward and beg for another kiss.

Heather didn't deny her, leaning in to complete the kiss. Cynthia felt her world spinning as she shared a kiss full of passion and wine. Heather’s tongue immediately reached into her, dancing in her mouth. The kiss was like a form of sex of its own, a feast of sensations and pleasures that Cynthia didn’t want to end. Heather broke the kiss only after it had gone on for many minutes. She took a sip of wine and looked at Cynthia with a face full of love.

“Such a gentle kisser and so full of passion,” Heather said sweetly. “One would think you were born to be a woman.”

Cynthia felt nothing but love in Heather's voice, which drove her to lean closer, eager to share as much of her as possible. Heather rewarded her with an arm around her back, holding her tightly to complete the embrace.

“There is so much more to being a woman. So much more I need to teach you. A pity there won't be enough time,” Heather said with a touch of remorse in her voice.

“How much time do we have?” Cynthia asked, not sure she wanted to know the answer. This whole experience had been something so life-altering that she wasn't sure she wanted it to end just yet.

“When the sun sets, you will start to feel sleepy again. If you manage to fight it off, you can prolong it, but eventually, you will fall asleep and change back,” she sighed. “Of course, there is always the…” She paused in her words as if her eyes looked troubled. “Well, never mind,” Heather said, returning to her wine.

“There’s what?” Cynthia pressed, wondering what Heather was about to say.

Heather slipped out of her grasp and stood, draining her wine as she went. She reached down, took Cynthia's cup, and set them beside the basket before returning to sit at her feet. Cynthia was still curious about what Heather hadn't said, but the woman's warm smile held her attention.

“Did you enjoy my touch?” Heather asked as she ran her hands up Cynthia's legs and back down. Cynthia could only nod, the power of that moment still fresh in her mind. She had no idea a woman could feel such power and wondered why it was so strong. Heather hummed as she stroked her legs, then grabbed at her ankles. Cynthia was surprised when Heather pulled her legs out, laying them straight.

“Lay back, dear Cynthia, it's time I taught you another lesson about being a woman,” Heather said, her voice soft and caring.

Cynthia did what she said, laying back slowly until her back was firmly on the blanket. Heather reached over and took her hands to press them to her own breasts.

“Keep your hands here if you don't know what to do with them,” Heather said. “There is nothing wrong with a woman enjoying her own breasts.”

Cynthia did as she was told and gently grasped at her breasts, instantly feeling the rush of sexual power. It was as if a woman’s body was designed to experience passion, crafted with great skill to burn at the slightest touch.

“You’re far more submissive than I imagined you would be,” Heather said as she moved to Cynthia’s feet. “I guess the shock of it all broke down some of that male ego.”

Smooth hands began to run up and down Cynthia's legs. She felt her skin tingle as they gently passed, stoking the flame inside once again. Her breathing picked up as those hands met at her knees and slowly pulled them apart. Cynthia gasped as a sense of surrender passed through her heart. Something about spreading her bare legs for another touched an emotional cord. It was a transfer of power from her to the other as she surrendered the way to her core.

“You surrender so easily to my touch,” Heather said, the words echoing in her ears. She lay between Cynthia’s legs with a hungry expression. “I suppose I should have expected it; you were so easily convinced to drink. You desired to do as I said even then.”

Cynthia shook as a hand slid up the inside of her thigh. She felt fingertips at the folds of her body again, and the memory of the sensation they brought the last time sent shivers up her spine.

“So listen closely, my dear Cynthia, because this is an important lesson to learn about being a woman,” Heather said.

Cynthia’s entire world was Heather’s voice and touch as her body became hyper-aware. She trembled under it, and her body responded without any effort on her part. A finger slid between the folds of her body, and the shock went up her spine.”

“You liked this the last time,” Heather said as she began to caress the tender clit before her. “But here is our lesson. “Anything a hand can do, a mouth can do better.”

Cynthia’s soul was suddenly full of electricity and fire as Heather’s lips descended on her. The finger pulled away to be replaced by a soft and velvety tongue. Heather's hands went rolling over her stomach as her tongue ran up and down the entire length of her sacred temple.

Cynthia didn't even realize how firmly she was squeezing her breasts, sending the shock waves down to meet in the middle again. She arched her back as the surprise sensation swept over her in a surge of power.

Heather swept through her, spreading her tongue and firmly licking as broadly as she could. Cynthia could feel every shocking caress of that tongue as it passed through her gates and teased the bud of her flower. Heather dug deep into her body, flattening her tongue to lick every inch of her sacred space forcefully.

Over and over, Heather licked at her, shaking Cynthia’s body to the core. Cynthia's hands continued to curl around her breasts as instructed. She rubbed at her nipples as her skin came alive with a tingling sensation. Her breathing descended into panting cries almost immediately as Heather lashed her with the heated velvet of her tongue.

She twisted and squirmed as Heather wrapped her arms around Cynthia’s legs and pulled her deeper into her web. Heather's technique changed, her tongue licking almost exclusively on her clitoris. She tormented Cynthia with a never-ending stream of rapid licks, each one heightening the sensation.

Cynthia called out, filling the forest with her voice. She shut her eyes and rolled her head from side to side, desperate to control the fire raging inside. Rubbing at her nipples only heightened the sensation, yet she found she couldn't stop. Heather changed again, giving her a rapid series of long licks before returning to focusing on her clitoris.

A knot of tension grew in Cynthia’s stomach every time she focused there. When Heather broke away, it only partially dissipated. She never gave Cynthia enough time to come down from the tension. She was dragging it out, forcing it to slowly build, intentionally making her suffer. Cynthia stood her feet on their toes as tension built inside her body, causing her to shake. Heather never let up or allowed her to come down more than a moment before ratcheting the pressure even higher.

When she thought she could bear no more, one of Heather's hands slipped down from a leg and buried its fingers into her body. Her breathing almost stopped at the new, sudden sensation. The two stimuli mixed to form an avalanche of passionate torment. Cynthia felt like she was buried under a mountain of pressure that kept growing. Her whole body seemed to be weighed down and crushed under its power.

Her voice came out as tiny wails of sound as she gasped for breath. She was on the verge of pure ecstasy, like the edge of a deep waterfall. She was so close she could see over the side, and any second would come the fall. Suddenly, Heather pulled her tongue away but pressed harder with her fingers. She worked more and more of them into Cynthia's overstimulated body until only her thumb remained to rub her tender clit.

Cynthia was overcome and, out of reflex, tried to twist out of that tormenting grasp. Heather put a hand to her stomach and pressed down, holding her in place as her hand reached deep inside.

“You will lie still and hold your legs open,” Heather commanded as she dug her hand in.

Cynthia’s mind was a blur of sensation and feeling as she teetered on the edge of the fall. Heather was the source of her power, holding her captive in a place of sexual fire. Without thinking, she struggled to obey and lay back with her legs spread wide.

“Good girl.” Came Heather’s soothing encouragement. Her hand never left Cynthia’s body, her thumb rubbing her clitoris methodically, keeping her at the edge of the tension. “You are mine, dear Cynthia, as a man or woman,” she said in a determined tone. “But I am being too good to you. Do you want to cum? To feel what it's like to have me lick you to ecstasy?”

Cynthia could barely speak through her gasps. She rolled her head from side to side as Heather's fingers ground into her body, her thumb mercilessly keeping her at the razor's edge.

“Yes!” Cynthia cried out. “Yes, please!” The feeling in her body was like an explosion being contained as it strained to break free. She found it impossible to hold still and shook from the effort of fighting it. Her own hands worked at her breasts, desperate to tip the scales and turn the beast loose.

“You really are good at being a girl.” Heather laughed as she leaned over. “Now, let me show you true pleasure.”

Lips as soft as silk returned to her body, and a tongue took over for a thumb. The fingers inside remained and began to thrust at her with a gentle rhythm. The combination made her stomach knot up almost instantly as her shoulders dug into the blanket. She struggled to hold still, but her legs shook, and her back arched so that only her shoulders and butt were touching the ground.

Suddenly, it all changed, and Cynthia's eyes went wide. The barrier had finally broken, and the orgasm was coming with a rage that couldn't be stopped. Time slowed as seconds seemed like minutes before the wall of sexual fire buried her alive. She screamed as her body flooded with orgasmic energy, her hands clutching her breasts so tightly they turned white.

Heather licked at her and continued to probe her even as she bucked uncontrollably, her body tightening and flexing of its own accord. She screamed to let the tension out, to vent the pressure, and to let the world know she was a woman. It was all too much, and her mind cried out for joy as the fire burned away her identity.

Cynthia collapsed when Heather stopped, her twitching body unable to contain the power any longer. She felt like a log in a fire, slowly burning away as the fire filled the air with glowing embers.

Smooth hands ran up her sweat-drenched body, helping to spread the heat. Her breathing was rapid and uncontrolled as everything seemed like a struggle. Her hands finally broke the death grip they had on her breasts and fell to the sides of her head. Her body pulsed with a warm energy that seemed to emanate from below as it flowed through every inch of her being. All Cynthia could do was lay helpless to Heather's loving caress. Her muscles were sore from tightening in the buildup and the thrashing as she hung at the edge. She kept her eyes closed as Heather worked to soothe the soreness away and restore her strength. She moved to sit across Cynthia's hips, straddling her to reach more of her body.

“You sing like an angel,” Heather said, working the tension away. “So tell me, what does sex feel like for a woman?”

Cynthia struggled to answer as her body pulsed with the slow burn of sexual fire. She couldn't open her eyes or control her breathing, but she struggled to gasp out a reply.

“It is amazing,” she finally said. “I never dreamed it could be so consuming.”

“What an excellent choice of words,” Heather admonished as she rubbed the woman’s stomach. “I did go out of my way to make sure your orgasms were special.” She leaned forward to wipe some stray hair from Cynthia’s face. “I want you to remember this day forever.”

“I will never forget it,” Cynthia gasped. “I wish it didn’t have to end.”

“Oh?” Heather asked as she leaned over. “What are you saying?”

“I never want to have sex as a man again.” Cynthia gasped. “I wish I could stay this way and stay with you.”

“You sincerely wish that?” Heather asked as she ran a hand up the woman’s chest. “You want to be mine?”

“I want this forever,” Cynthia responded. “I will do whatever you say.”

“You would be my little sex slave?” Heather asked, a smile crossing her face. “My little girl to play with as I desired?”

Cynthia nodded and then found her voice. “Yes.” Never in her life had she wanted something so much. She wished with all her heart that she could remain in the arms of this wonderful angel and share in this feminine power.

Heather almost bounced with a sudden burst of excitement. “I don't know why, but I knew you would be the one. Now I can tell you what I almost told you earlier,” she added.

Cynthia opened her eyes and looked up with a dazed expression as Heather leaned over to meet her gaze. There was a silent exchange of love and power as she felt an intense desire to surrender.

“Do you remember how I made you only drink half of the elixir?” Heather asked as she stroked the woman's nipples.

“Yes?” Cynthia responded with more of a question than a statement.

“The magic is half for half a day, a full portion for them all,” Heather said, looking squarely into Cynthia's eyes. “If you drink the other half before nightfall, which is only an hour away, you will never change back into a man. You will be a woman forever.” Heather bent over Cynthia, walking her fingertips up her chest to her lips. “And you will be my lover, my partner, and my slave.”

“Forever?” Cynthia breathed as Heather nodded.

“Forever,” Heather replied with that mysterious smile on her face. “I will take you to my true home, where you will be my lover for the rest of time.”

“And all I have to do is drink the rest?” Cynthia asked.

“Yes,” Heather replied as she got up to give Cynthia some room. “You have one hour to decide what you…” It was Heather’s turn to gasp, cutting off her sentence as Cynthia rolled over and snatched the silver cup from beside the basket. Before Heather could utter a word, Cynthia drank it down, tipping the cup back to ensure she had it all.

“Oh, my!” Heather gasped in delight as Cynthia discarded the empty cup.

Cynthia returned to her back and looked up at Heather to see the look of shock. Her heart raced as she made eye contact with her lover and saw the look of absolute wonder on her face. Cynthia reached up and ran her hands up Heather’s thigh, coming to the strings of her panties. She pulled the little bows and allowed the silky garment to fall away, exposing the woman’s sacred glory.

“My little slave?” Heather gasped as Cynthia pulled Heather over her face. “What are you doing?”

“Showing my mistress what I have learned,” Cynthia replied as she pulled Heather down, sitting her firmly on her lips. It was Heather's turn to call out as Cynthia worked earnestly to return the love she had been given.

Heather smiled as a tear rolled down her cheek. “There is so much more I need to teach you,” she moaned as her body was devoured. “But at least now, there is plenty of time.”