Medicine of Magic
Oh man! My knees would have buckled completely if the doc hadn’t had a firm grip on my arm. Pushing my finger up into the depression in front of my anus made me feel so good and sexy that I almost couldn’t stand it. I felt my anus pucker and it felt to me as though it was sucking as I rubbed my finger a little more gently along my perineum — that’s what it’s called, I think.
I know I wanted something in my ass, so badly that I was moving my finger back there as doc held my arm, but the doc murmured in my ear,
“No, not yet. That’ll be like masturbating, if you want to do it later, but wait a little while. You need to heal just a bit more, not long, maybe another day. Okay?”
“Sure, doc. Um. Can I sit down, now? In a comfy chair?”
“Yes indeed,” said Robin, “but do you want to dress first?”
I quickly got into an outfit similar to Robin’s, bra, halter top, panties, shorts and sandals. I was sure warm enough.
“How about a diningroom chair, with padding? We’re about ready to eat...it’s lunch time.”
I realised that I was starving, I wondered then if I had eaten very well during the — how long had Robin said it was? Sixteen, no...fourteen weeks! Crikey! I paid no attention to my slim waistline, I wanted food and a lot of it.
But Robin and the doc would not let me eat a whole lot, and actually most of that lunch, save for a sandwich of some excellent beef on nice tasty thin wheat bread, was salad. I enjoyed it, and found that it was what I really wanted to eat, no matter how hungry I thought I was. When I asked the doc why that was, he smiled and let Robin answer.
“Mickie, just as you found out that you feel things a bit differently, so you’ll find that you’ll want to eat differently now. After all, you’re a woman...like me.”
And by gum, I was. I was a little bit shorter, so maybe I looked more feminine when we stood up, but I was just as much a sexy, good looking woman as Robin, although I did not resemble her at all. I smiled at her and winked, just a quick flirt. Damned if Robin didn’t blush a little and make a quick flick of her eyes toward the doc and a shake of her head as if to say, “Not now!”
I don’t think the doc noticed anything, for after we had eaten and were drinking coffee, he got up and said,
“Now, don’t strain that aperture until tonight. It’s really healed, but if you strain it too soon it’ll hurt and maybe tear, and we don’t want that. Robin, I’m going back to town, so next time you need me, you know how to contact me. I’ll leave you ladies, now.”
He kissed Robin on the cheek, and I said, “Well, how ‘bout it, Doc? I’m a lady too, now.”
So he gave me a quick peck and was gone. I swear I saw him blush as he went past Robin.
“By the way, Mickie, June was here about a week ago.”
“Oh? How was she...and why was she here?”
“Well...do you remember when you told her you might want to stop at being a... ‘chick with....’”
“...a dick,’” I finished for her. “Yes, sorta.”
“Well, she discovered that you were not her ‘cup of tea’ after all, when she saw you.”
“When she saw me? Unconscious?”
“Mickie, you weren’t completely unconscious the whole time you were recovering, you know.”
“I wasn’t? I sure as hell don’t remember June’s being here.”
“Well, you weren’t completely awake...you were under deep hypnosis some of the time.”
“I was? Well, am I awake now?”
“Yes. But...I won’t do it, but I can put you in a trance any time, Mickie. And you are under no post-hypnotic suggestions, either. I promise you that. Doc wanted to make you a slave, but I...just couldn’t let that happen. I’ve come to love you, Mickie, in these three months.”
She was blushing furiously, her face, her neck and her upper chest almost flaming red, I could see the heat in her eyes, even.
I went to my knees. “Robin, please....I want to make you happy, too, and now...gee, I think I can. Do you...get hard?”
“I...can get an erection for you, dear. D’you want...it?”
“Can you...make love to me, Robin?”
“Oh, my dear, yes, I can...and I want to. Do you want me to?”
“I want to do anything to make you very happy, Robin. I am your slave even if the doc didn’t make me one. I don’t care. I love you, too.”
“Oh, Mickie! Will you...will you poke me and give me an...orgasm, Mickie?”
“Fuck you...? I’m sorry, make love to you? Can I get...an erection, Robin?”
“Yes, the same way I can. Same as a little blue pill. Look, let’s go get ready...then we can go to bed. Oh,” she giggled, “d’you know why the doc wanted to make you a slave?”
“Uh, uh. Because he’s a control freak?”
“No-o,” she was laughing and barely able to talk, “h-he...he...he’s a slut!”
In a rush before she collapsed laughing, “The doc’s a part-time female, an impersonator, he’s still got his balls so he’s a shemale! He...he...makes like a male most of the time.”
She fell into a chair and laughed at me and the expression on my face. I had to smile, for the doc had fooled me completely, His voice — and I was understanding the distinction between a female like Robin and me and a shemale like she said the doc was — his voice had been a tenor, not a contralto and the actions were essentially male. But when I thought back, I remembered a few mannerisms that now struck me as very female. Oh, well, what the hell?
I was more interested now in getting Robin to stop chuckling and I wanted to get into her more and more. I sure thought of her...and me...us, as two girls, getting it on with each other. So okay, we were acting lesbian ...so what?
Robin finally was able to sober up enough to rise on her own and lead me lovingly into her bedroom. There she opened a cabinet with a key on her neck chain and extracted a small vial.
“Mickie, dear, two drops of this will have the same effect that Viagra®) has on a man. Why it works for a female like us...any female, for that matter, to make the clitoris engorge...and that’s what we make love with, Mickie!...I don’t know, and I don’t know who does. Never mind, it’s safe, I guarantee . Go ahead, I’ve taken my two drops.” I could see her semi-rigid “clit.”
Robin took a wrapped medicine dropper out of its sheath and handed it to me.
“Dip, squeeze, relax your fingers, drop two drops on your tongue. That’s all...no more, please!”
I took the dropper and did as she bid, my hand not shaking...much. I failed to spill anything and the two drops tasted...like nothing. I did feel a faint glow which seemed to expand, like waves in a pond when a rock is dropped in, and course through my body.
To my amazement, I was no longer naked! I had forgotten, and here I was in shorts, bra, tank top and flip-flops. I shucked right our of them and my panties as quickly as I could, while Robin, who was similarly dressed — I had never remembered — did the same. Her breasts...ohmigod, I wanted to cuddle them... were nice and firm, as I had seen them before. We embraced.
“Oh, Mickie, you feel so good against my body.” We moved gently with our pubes brushing each other, our breasts barely touching. I felt my nipples swell and my groin felt hot, although I could feel no surge of blood to my...clit, as it was now. Robin’s clit was sticking between my legs, rubbing against that tender place and making me feel very horny indeed.
“Do you like this, Mickie?” asked Robin as she stroked my left breast, her fingers lingering on my swollen nipple. I felt an electric thrill run down my belly to my clit, and now I could feel it swelling.
“God! yes, Robin. That’s wonderful. I never knew that I could feel...like...this...oh, dear, do it!”
Her fingers were stroking my clit and I could feel it getting larger and larger, my belly wriggling to follow her strokes.
“Ooh, not too much...Rob’! I’ll climax right now.” I had to stop her, I was that close.
“Now, come on, we’ll slow down a bit...take a shower, so we’re all nice and sparkling clean, dear. That’s necessary, you know.” Yes, I knew that was true, without discussion.
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