Spell of the micro panties - Chapter 4

The change in her figure was remarkable, transforming her from a once handsome male presence to a graceful, curvaceous woman. She was now only 5'5 in height, although her legs were long and sexy with supple thighs that looked like they belonged to a porn star. She saw her firm bubble butt encased in a tight pink miniskirt that exposed her tiny g-string. 

Her tits were enormous and firm, bigger than beach balls with full erect nipples that threatened to tear out of her tiny white crop top with no bra. Her stomach was toned and tight with a pierced bellybutton and velvety soft and tanned much like the rest of the skin on her body. The huge gold hoops that pierced her ear lobes and choker that read "Bimbo Slut" left no illusion that her perfect body was simply meant for sex and to please others now.

Her newfound femininity awakened desires previously unknown to her. With a mix of fascination and confusion, she reached out to explore her own figure. Her touch sent shivers throughout her body, amplifying the intensity of her arousal. She could feel her bald pussy with it's juicy thick lips and throbbing pierced clit underneath her tiny skirt and panties. She shivered and nearly lost her footing as she balanced on her knee high pink boots with their seven inch stiletto heels.

But after regaining composure, she ran her hands over her body feeling it fully for the first time. Each touch brought forth intense pleasure. Overwhelmed by the sensory overload, Travis grazed her index finger over her ripe breasts, circling her hardening pierced nipples. The moans escaping her mouth caused her excitement to grow exponentially.

As she leaned backward, her fingers found themselves tangled in her hair, relishing the silkiness and luxuriance of it. Desperate for more contact, Travis grasped her hand, cupping her palm over her round bottom, reveling in the fullness of her cheeks pressed against her touch. The feeling ignited such profound desire within her that she threw her head back and groaned deeply.

Breathless, she stared into the mirror with wide, unfocused eyes, completely consumed by what she behold. This wasn't just arousal anymore – it was something else entirely. It was primal, animalistic. Travis craved everything about her transformed self—the looks, the touch, the smell, the taste. It was as if someone had switched on a dormant switch buried deep within her, unlocking forbidden doors she never knew existed.

There was no stopping herself from indulging in the pleasures she discovered. Like a moth drawn to flame, she surrendered wholly to the call of her baser urges. Her long tongue licked her lips as she giggled at the sight of the gold stud that pierced it. Her diminishing intelligence began to consume any thought of control or reasoning. Unbeknownst to her, her brand new bimbo alter ego was rising to the surface, determined to get her fix.