Thanksgiving Gift

 Ah, the holidays.  As the year draws to a close, we go through thanksgiving.  We give out those speeches talking about what we’re thankful for, and we always list off various things, often omitting the more selfish things that we’re thankful for.  In my case, it’s my good looks that allow me to pull babe after babe.

 


 

My friend, Demothi wasn’t so lucky.  He never really had much luck pulling girls, but he was still a pretty cool guy.  We met up a few days before thanksgiving; I arrived at what I thought would be a normal meetup between friends, only for him to ask me a question that I really wasn’t prepared for.

“Have you heard the story of the first thanksgiving?” He asked, beaming at me

“Umm…errr…no…I think I missed that in history class…why?” I stuttered

He gave a chuckle…he seems to be in a really good mood.  A lot of the time he’d be a bit jealous for how much better I am at getting laid, but today he seems unusually happy…must be the festive spirit.

“Well, in the sixteen-hundreds, after a particularly bad year, a group of colonists came to my ancestors, the Wampanoag people and asked for our help.  We gave it to you, by teaching you what we knew about farming fishing and other things you’d need to survive.  A little bit later, you learned so well that you had more food than you knew what to do with and so your people invited mine for a three day feast.” He gave a wide smile.  He paused and scanned my face and seemingly realised that I didn’t know where this was going, so he stood back up and cleared his throat before continuing.

“What I’m getting at is that I have a gift for you, much like how my ancestors gave yours the gift of knowledge, I have a gift for you today, and someday, I hope that you’ll return the favour.” With that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a necklace

 

 

“A…necklace?  Looks kind of girly…what do you want me to do with this?” I asked, confused.

“Put it on.  It’s a powerful artefact that will make your life better when you wear it.  Trust me, the magic of our people is potent and able to do things you wouldn’t believe”

“Of course I wouldn’t believe that your magic can do much” I scoffed “I don’t believe in magic, and I doubt that you seriously do.” I gave him a look and saw that he simply looked on at me in anticipation.

“Fine, fine, fine.  I’ll put it on.  Don’t want another lecture from you about how I’m insensitive to your culture or whatever…there.  Are you happ- Oh god…wha- what’s happening?” I suddenly felt a fog come over my mind.  My whole body felt numb.  Everything was spinning, and not just a gentle spin either, I felt like I was in the middle of a washing machine as it finished its cycle.

 

Everything seemed to fade away into the distance, after a few moments I couldn’t even feel the spinning anymore, it was all just this damn mind fog.  I couldn’t think, I couldn’t even process what was happening.  What was happening?  Where am I?  Why was I here?  God, this fog is so thick that I can’t even remember my own name.  Is my chest feeling heavy?  Not heavy as much but…heavier than usual.  Or maybe it’s always been this way?  My crotch feels like it’s been stretched out for a long time and now it’s finally settling into place.  What is that tingling sensation down there?  I’m…I’m horny.  Why does feeling turned on feel so alien?  Must be this damned mind fog messing with my mind.  Yeah, that’s it.

 

It’s clearing up now.  Let’s see…who am I?  My name is Abey, I’m a twenty two –year-old woman of native American descent, I’m here at my boyfriend’s house for the holidays.  I look down at the necklace around my neck.  I remember flashes of my life before I put it on.  Nothing solid, but I know that in actuality I was a man named Aaron just a few minutes ago.  I was a ladies man and…nope, I know this magic, at least as Abey, and there is a way to make sure that Aaron never comes back.  The artefact’s power is limited by touch unless you perform a kind of act that your old form could never relate to.  This could be a ritual of some sort, but I have a more fun idea.

 

I grab Demothi and give him a long passionate kiss.  After a minute or two of making out, I pull away gently and whisper to him, making my voice as sultry as possible

“Let’s make sure…that Abey stays…forever…” before I resume kissing him.

 

Demothi doesn’t exactly put up a fight as I strip both of us down to our birthday suits, making damn sure that the necklace stays around my neck.  He seems unsure of how the magic works and what I can or can’t do without bringing Aaron back, but I don’t mind, I take the opportunity to take charge and be the one to get him into bed.  Before long, I push his head between my legs and I enjoy the sensations, playing with my new tits as he continues to kiss me, this time on lips that Aaron never had.

 

 

It felt amazing.  With every movement of his tongue I could feel the guy inside of me fading away.  Memories surrounding his life becoming fainter and fainter, but they’re still there.

 

I look up and see a bed.  “Time to get more comfortable” I say with a smile as I stand up and fall over backwards on the bed, meanwhile Demothi just resumes what he was doing.  God…I’m so close…so close, I-

 

And just like that, the intensity of my first female orgasm overcame me.  Wave after wave of pleasure washed over every inch of my body…and still I craved more.  I smiled at Demothi.

 

 


“Darling…I think that’s enough of that tongue…give it a rest and show me what it really eels like to be a woman” I gave him a wink, and that was apparently way more encouragement than he needed.

 

I barely had time to reopen my winking eye before his cock rammed inside of me

“Mmmm…feels so good baby…so good…keep going…”

I looked at his face.  I could tell he was struggling not to finish too quickly.  I gave him a smile and closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure that my old male form could have never imagined.  Thrust after thrust, the building pleasure all piled up in another orgasm.  I screamed out in pleasure as Demothi lose control and unleashed a wet load inside my pussy as I came all over his cock.  Then we just lay there for several seconds, me in perfect bliss while he processed what had just happened.

 

 

With that, I felt that the essence of Demothi’s friend had faded…Andrew…Alfred…whatever his name was.  I neither remember nor care at this point.  I just instinctively knew that only myself and my beloved Demothi would ever know that that friend of his ever existed.  Not even magic could bring him back anymore, I was forever sealed in this form.

 

As we lay on the bed, silently cuddling with massive smiles on our faces though, I couldn’t help but wonder…could I turn my beloved boyfriend into a slutty girlfriend who could actually match my lust?  He seems to be nodding off so I guess it’s time to find out…well, once he’s asleep.  Sweet dreams, Demothi, you’re going to wake up as a far better partner for little old bisexual Aby…heehee…



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