I found a way to transform myself into my daughter’s roommate Becca. I know it’s a total perv move for a 46-year-old guy to pretend to be a 19-year-old private college girl, but I couldn’t help myself. She was taking a break but no one knew she was gone yet. I could pretend to be her! It worked! I look just like Becca! The spell even gave me her piercings!
I snuck into her room and slipped into her school uniform… She has a tongue stud but really conservative panties, and for now they’re MINE! Feeling her panties sliding against MY trimmed pussy was like a drug! I found myself moning as I slid them up my skinny soft legs.
I can feel myself getting wet as I slip into her pleated school skirt! I look in the mirror and adjust my hair and I know I need more! I need to be seen in the world as this girl, not as a mature man, but as a weak and cute college girl.
I say "hi" in her voice. Oh my god! I sound just like her! I really could take her place! Leaving my male clothes hidden in her room, I grab a book bag and I go to the park, as a weak and helpless girl! My heart is racing, but all anyone sees is a girl… ME!
This guy walked up to me like he knew me… No, like he OWNED me!
He said, "Hello Becca, you decided to stay! Time to start your training!"
"Fuck off! I don’t know you! And if I did, I don’t want to!"
"Don’t be coy, girl! CARPE PUELLA!"I tried to be tough, but in my little female body he quickly overpowered me and put a collar on me! Suddenly I couldn’t talk or move at all! It wasn’t physical, it was a magic obedience collar!
The collar forced me to my knees, and he looked at me critically. He knew I wasn’t really Becca but he didn’t care!
"Interesting! Your aura is different…" he said. "If I didn’t know better I’d say you weren’t Becca at all. Ooohhh a shape shifting spell! HA, a man pretending to be a girl! Well, that seals your fate, you accepted her role when you turned yourself into her and I’ll reshape your soul to serve me, do you understand?"
"yes Sir!" The collar forced me to obey him and agree with him…. I’m trapped as a collared slave… a collared slave GIRL!
I followed him back to his home, where he laid me over his knee as if I was just a girl to be punished.
"Let’s start by getting you familiar with that little body of yours…"
I gathered enough of my wits to be able to say, "The collar makes me obey but I shouldn’t be here!"
"Oh I think you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. Feel how snug YOUR panties are!"
"But, Sir! I’m a man! I’m 46! I have a wife and a job!"
"Really? All I see is a naughty college girl who is wearing my collar! You’re even getting wet, Becca!"
I whimpered, "I can’t help it, Sir! Being in this body makes me so…. horny!"
"Then I think you are EXACTLY where you are supposed to be! In training to be a sex slave. Your soul was made for it!" He lifted me up and said, "Now you just need to dress the part!"
Soon I was kneeling naked in front of him wearing just my schoolgirl socks and shoes. "Much better, time for you to learn what your life is going to be from now on," he said.
He pulled out his cock and slipped it into my mouth. I found myself sucking it as he said, "That’s it… suck and feel your aura change… it didn’t have far to go… but so much more fitting now."
Tasting it and feeling it in my mouth I thought to myself, I should hate this, but his cock tastes so good and this feels so right!
I just wanted to spend a few days as a college girl, and now I’m trapped as a collared sex slave… the worst part is that my body is betraying me and it’s not just the magic collar… I can feel everything that is Becca’s body… My body… My horny female body!
As he took me in every postion a man can take a woman he continued to shape me...
"What’s your name?" he asked.
"Becca," the answer came automatically from my lips.
"What are you?"
"A 19yo girl… and your sex toy."
He flipped me on my back and posistioned his cock at the entrance of my wating pussy.... "What do you want?"
"More!"
"There," he said with the final thrust. "Your soul matches your body now. Welcome home Becca."
I’m the new Becca now… I can barely remember my old life as a man… my Master fucks me and uses me whenever he pleases… and it pleases me to please him… I wanted to know what it was like to be Becca, and now I’m enslaved… not by him, but by my own desire to be like this!
"Thank you for making me yours, Master!" I said, and I meant it because being Becca and being used like this is my greatest fantasy, and my greatest enslavement.
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