My story is the story of the exchange of bodies. The condition of the reverse exchange and return to my beloved is that I will have to surrender to the 333rd men. There are also doubtful advantages in my position - the spell contains, first, that now every counter man will want to fuck me; and secondly, while I cannot get pregnant or pick up a bad illness ... Moreover, this annoying voice in my head (which was called the same way as me now, Natalia) is an impression from the consciousness of the previous mistress of a luxurious female body to me.

EVENING ON THE SAME 1 APRIL (333—5)

There are, it turns out, positive moments in the transfer of my consciousness into another body! Of course, I didn’t go to boutique salons, although Natashka was inciting me — somehow, after a couple of nuances in our brief conversation, I didn’t really want to trust her. Lead him to some kind of den, where I will be raped until the morning ... I need it? But the fact that in any situation I could be harassed, it was believed easily. And it's not only in my current sexy luxury body, but also in the condition of the transfer spell. Alas, this convinced my new experience, albeit brief, but too intense. I had to do something about it ...

Nothing better occurred to me than to put on more modestly. Natashka told me that the wardrobe was behind a tinted mirror surface, and after a quick shower, I opened the doors ... And it was here that I was smitten! The interior of the wardrobe was almost more than an extensive bedroom! Several slender rows of clothes on hangers and the same slender rows of shoes at the bottom ... It was a paradise for such unbalanced luxury of a girl as I was in my former life!

I rushed to try on all this, having forgotten for some time even to miss my beloved, who is now spending time in my guise with the previous mistress of this body, having forgotten everything that happened to me in the previous couple of hours. My existence turned solely into one - fitting.

I do not know how much time I spent, dressing in endless dresses, blouses, skirts and all sorts of costumes ... Each dress has its own shoes ... But gradually it came to me the realization that all the things of the former Natalia were terribly sexy, as if specially designed for unraveling male fantasies, generously revealing tidbits of my new body. There were no exceptions and underwear. In the wardrobe, for example, push-up bras were completely absent. Well, in principle, it is logical - so elastic, outstanding, and, why hide, beautiful tits additional volume to anything. Therefore, all the busts were thin and almost transparent ... But why all the panties are so tiny? Or completely translucent, not hiding anything that I would like to hide ... It became clearly clear that if any man could get to his underwear, nothing would stop him!

Worst of all, at one fine moment, spinning in front of a mirror on a tall hairpin in another terribly sexy outfit and stockings (pantyhose were also absent in this wardrobe), I felt a wild excitement! Immediately I clearly and vividly recalled how today, two men and one woman alternately squeezed those breasts, squeezed by a lace transparent fabric; how they twisted these nipples, impudently translucent and sticking out; how they unceremoniously invaded with their fingers, a member, and then with an artificial phallus into the holy of holies, now wrapped in the thinnest cloth with such inadequate details that seemed to be splashed with white paint on the pubis ...

Come on, caress yourself!

I shuddered, forgetting with all these fittings about my dark angel ...

Do you hope that again some man will go into the middle of my games?

Why not? - Natasha laughed merrily. - I'm bored, but what will happen in this case will entertain me. In addition, I feel echoes of your feelings, so I would not mind at all. Although if you finish yourself, it will be nice too ...

Well, I do not! Dudka! I won't be so stupid anymore! I resolutely went to the door and closed it on the latch. That's it! ... But then I froze in a stupor.

In my old body, I have never masturbated. And although this has happened roughly with Nicholas, all the same, just like that - with Natasha, who is peeping, to engage in self-satisfaction? All my being protested against such an unsightly debauchery! But what to do? Lust struck me no less than when I, fucked in the mouth, could not think of anything except an orgasm. Then it was precisely this that forced one to get between the thighs ... But now the situation is almost the same, and even better - one will have to deal with this not in front of a man, but only in front of some virtual image of the former Natalia. And yet the presence of even such an observer fettered. Well, I'll just try ... Pretending to fix my panties, I kind of accidentally hit a corner of my lower lips ...

Oh, oh! How good it was! ... It was so good that it seemed impossible to have on hand a source of pleasure languishing from restlessness and not to receive all the available pleasure from it. What is it if I caress my girl? In the end, who is this Natasha? Just an ethereal spirit in my head. In addition, it seems, nothing depended on me: in the mirror the hand of a slender brown-haired woman with a voluminous bust, thin waist and feminine hips, wearing only a translucent bra, tiny panties and white thin stockings, crawled into the panties itself. And only when her beautiful face was distorted by the make-up of carnal delight, it became clear to me that it was I myself with all my might wielding my hand between my thighs. The panties were charmingly moving, when at the beginning the claws slightly walked over the surprisingly sensitive folds that suddenly became, and then a pair of fingers penetrated inside. I bit my sponge and hastily closed my eyelashes, not so much even from pleasure, as to ensure that Natashka could not see the whole process with my eyes.

The pleasure was crazy, such that I even had to sit on the edge of the bed, because my legs were trembling and bending, but not yet sufficient. Then I bowed my head and, raising my chest with my second hand, gently touched the nipple, which was immediately impudently protruding from behind the edge of the bust, with the sharp tip of the tongue. The pleasure of lightning just pushed me to the crotch ... But something was missing ... Fullness, that's what! The fullness of my vagina. I could either touch my wet folds, or go inside to fuck myself with a few fingers. The second hand lifted the chest, otherwise my tongue would not reach the velvety column hardened to pain. Oh, how would that phallus that Eugenie bring now!

However, maybe I can fix it? I remembered that when I took the spell text from the bedside table, there was an old mobile phone. If only he was not discharged! It turned out not to be discharged.

What are you thinking? - I heard the surprised voice of Natasha.

Your phone ... our ... my remember?

She called, and I dialed the number on the old mobile phone first, and then, when my smartphone rang, I clicked on it and answered the call from the Inbox. Heavy, slightly rounded mobile phone lit-vibrated ... Just right!

And you, it turns out naughty, - the voice in my head sang cheerfully when I returned to the edge of the bed, trying to shy away from looking at my reflection in shame ... And I simply did not pay any attention to Natasha.

Feverishly pushing her panties to the sides, I slowly introduced the fluttering phone and hoarsely groaned from pleasure, vibrating to the beat of what was between my thighs. Wow, how good it was! “Old tubes are a thing ... with a capital letter.Not like newfangled shovels! “- I thought, flying away from sensations. Now everything was fine - I could caress the nipples with my tongue or fingers, and with my other hand I would pull at the lower lips and caress the clitoris, while deep into the vagina ...