When Wishes Come True
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Mornings - I hate them - I always have and always will. That morning 
was something else though, from the moment the alarm went off it all 
started to go astray and then it went downhill.

The clang of the alarm jolted me awake. I picked it up and hurled it 
across the room. It missed the big beanbag strategically placed to catch 
it, hit the wardrobe door and smashed.

"Fuck." I mumbled and rolled over.

The next thing I knew it was light outside. I reached over for my watch 
- ten o'clock. I had overslept by three hours.

"Fuck."

Deciding that I was already so late there was no point hurrying, I 
crawled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I thanked god the 
blinds were down: I really did not want to look at the day yet. I sat on 
the toilet and peed. It sprayed everywhere. I must have been even more 
hung over than I thought. Still on autopilot I walked into the shower. 
The spray of water woke me up and I started to feel a bit more human. I 
got the soap and started to wash. 

Then I knew something was really wrong. 

Where were my boobs? I may not have been Dolly Parton, but there 
was definitely more there yesterday.  I felt my chest and looked down. 
It was totally flat and my nipples seemed to have shrunk to almost 
nothing.

"Weird" was all I could think.

Then it got even weirder. I soaped my crotch. It felt strange. I looked 
down at my cock.

"FUCK." I shouted as I ran out and stood in front of the mirror.

Looking back at me was a face and body that was familiar but also 
different. My boobs were gone. I seemed to be more muscular and there 
between my legs was a cock. I seemed to be a man.

"What the fuck is going on?" I said out loud as I just stared at the 
mirror. Then I remembered the night before.

We had all been drinking heavily and having a good old bitch session 
about life. I had been particularly vocal about how unfair life was to 
women. In fact at one stage in the evening I had spent a long time 
describing how I would love to be a man - more opportunities, more 
strength and best of all consequence-free sex. The girls had laughed at 
that - they knew how I would love consequence-free sex. Later in
the evening the conversation had come up again as we were back at 
Sally's flat, drinking more wine. Veronica had said something about 
being careful what I wished - it might come true. We had all laughed, 
but she had been deadly serious. She went to say how she came from an 
old gypsy family and how they had the power to grant wishes and lay 
curses. We were rather cruel to her, calling her an old witch.

"Just you see." was all she said to defend herself.

It looked like she was not joking after all.

I dried myself off with a towel as I tried to think.

"Ouch." I yelled, as I was too rough with my balls. After that I was 
more careful with the new parts of my body.

"It's just a bad dream" was the thought that went over and over in my 
mind, but somehow I knew it was all very real. I walked back into the 
bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. I looked down and examined 
my new parts. I had seen plenty of cocks and this one did not look very 
special. It was about five inches long (if I was generous), uncircumcised 
and hung in front of two pretty average looking balls.

I smiled to myself - I had always complained that men were obsessed 
with size and here I was worrying about how big mine was. I guessed it 
was just my hormones. I started to wonder if it worked properly. As the 
thought went through my mind, I felt it for the first time - not from the 
outside, but from the inside. I could feel my cock between my legs. As I 
thought about it I could see it move slightly and seem to grow. I could 
feel it getting even more noticeable. I was getting an erection.

"Well fuck me!" I said to myself and laughed as I looked down at my 
now rather inflated penis. If I had still had my cunt, I would have quite 
liked a cock like that to fuck me.

It was now standing very proud and solid in front of me. I rather 
gingerly felt it. It felt like every other cock I had touched. I closed my 
eyes and let my fingers gently massage it they way men had seemed to 
like. I could feel why they liked it.

As I played with it I found the sensitive area on the end. The "helmet" 
one of my boyfriends had called it - I opened my eyes and looked at it 
again. As I pulled the foreskin back it really did look like a little helmet 
on the end. I rubbed the foreskin backwards and forwards over the 
helmet. I was jerking off just the way my brother had done in his room 
when he thought I was not looking. It felt almost the same as playing 
with my clitoris - the big difference was just how big the cock seemed 
in my hand and how I was being driven even harder by an urge inside to 
rub harder and harder.

I shut my eyes and tried to imagine how my cock would feel fucking 
someone. I imagined my best friend Sally naked in front of me. I had 
been jealous of her boobs for as long as I could remember, but now all I 
wanted to do was to feel them against me. I wanted to spread her legs 
and enter her with my cock. I wanted to fuck her and to fuck her hard.

Then I came.

I felt something happen inside me. I felt the familiar wave of pleasure 
roll over me. I felt my cock start to squirt semen.

It was all over, but I could still feel little pulses in my cock as the
last of the come oozed out.

The semen had gone everywhere - some had landed on my chest, some 
had gone on the floor, some on the bed. Some had even hit my hair. I 
made a note to myself to take more care with my aim in future. Being a 
man could obviously be quite messy. After I had cleaned up the mess 
on the floor and bed, I had my second shower and came back to the 
bedroom.

I decided I could not stay naked all day and had better get dressed. As I 
looked through my wardrobe I discovered that all the clothes seemed to 
have changed into men's. I hunted through the underwear draw. For a 
minute I had a panic until I realized I did not need a bra anymore. I 
selected some panties that looked a lot baggier than I was used to. As I 
pulled them on I understood why: any tighter and my new penis and 
balls would not have fitted. It took me a few minutes to get them sorted 
out and comfortable. I pulled the jeans on and zipped them up. 
Everything felt much more constrained and supported than before - a bit 
like the feeling of putting my bra on after going topless for a while. 
Once dressed I went downstairs and made myself some coffee. As I 
waited for the filter I absentmindedly sorted through the post. It seemed 
my body and clothes were not all that had changed - from the bank 
statement it appeared I was now called Louis instead of Louise and my 
net worth seemed to have trebled. It looked like I was right about men 
having more money.

As I drank my coffee I tried to make some sense of what was going on. 
Obviously if this was not a dream, I needed to carry on with some sort 
of life until I could work out how to get back to normal. From the bank 
statement I obviously still worked for the same company - the monthly 
pay had arrived as usual - in fact rather more had arrived. I wondered 
what other aspects had changed: was Veronica still around and could 
she help me? As I was thinking the phone rang. I answered it 
automatically.

"Hello. Is Mr. Philips there?" I recognized the voice as belonging to 
Lucy, our office administrator. I paused for a minute then realized she 
meant me.

"Speaking." I replied hesitantly in a voice that sounded different but 
also familiar.

"Sorry to disturb you at home sir, I know you are booked on a days 
leave, but we have a crisis here."

"Go on" I mumbled trying to sound in control.

"It's the Czech project. They are in a panic and really want to talk to 
you. Could you possibly come in?"

"O.k. Give me an hour and I'll be there."

"Thank you sir. See you then."

As I put the phone down I smiled. Yesterday it would have been "Louise"
and not "Sir" and no one would have apologized for asking me to come in.

"I think I could get used to this." I thought to myself as I quickly drank 
another coffee and some juice.

I found the car keys in their usual place and walked out to the garage. I 
had another pleasant surprise - gone was my beaten up Ford, in its 
place was a shinny new BMW. The drive to the office was fun. I am not 
sure if it was the car or my new hormones but I was much more 
aggressive. At one point I even found myself shouting at a woman 
driver. I was about to drive round to the back parking lot, when I 
spotted a space in reserved bays marked "L. Philips". I really must have 
gone up in the world - only directors and above got those.

I felt quite nervous as I walked towards the main reception. The whole 
thing was still very dreamlike and I was still not quite sure how 
everything would play out. Would everyone know me as my new self or 
would I get caught out? I told myself not to be silly - everything seemed 
to have changed around me, so of course I was not going to be caught 
out. I felt my stomach flip as I tried to walk nonchalantly to reception.

"Good morning Mr. Philips. I thought you were off today?" Said the 
receptionist smiling.

"I was. There seems to be some sort of crisis. Do you have a temporary 
pass? I forgot mine in the rush over here."

"Of course Sir." She said handing it to me. Out of habit I went to sign 
the book.

"Don't worry about that sir. I'll sign you in." She smiled at me again as 
she wrote my entry in the book.

I made my way through the corridors to Lucy's cubicle. Just before I got 
there I passed our directors office. "L Philips" a sign said clearly on the 
door. It seemed I really had made it. I briefly wondered what had 
happened to Jack Cole who I remembered as the director. I was about to 
go and inspect my new domain when Lucy saw me.

"Thank god you are here. The Czechs have been an the phone all 
morning and Paul is going mad."

Paul was our main salesman and he was always going mad.

"O.k. just tell me the facts." I said as I walked into the office and made 
myself comfortable in the big leather chair. Lucy followed and sat in 
the chair opposite. As she talked me through the crisis I found myself 
looking round the room. All the pictures were the same as I 
remembered from Jack Cole's days, except for the football posters which 
had been replaced by framed pictures of sailing boats. I guessed that I 
still liked to sail, although these boats were much bigger than the 
dinghies I was used to. I looked at Lucy as she continued to talk. I had 
not noticed before, but she was actually quite attractive - petite and
blond and dressed immaculately in a brown business suit and white blouse. 
She may have been old enough to be my mother, but she still had good 
legs.

I stopped myself. What was I doing? Here I was being briefed on a 
major crisis, and all I could do was ogle at my secretary's legs. I had not 
been a man for more than a few hours and I was already a sexist. I 
laughed to myself at the thought.

"Sorry. Did I say something funny?" said Lucy. 

"No. It's not your fault. I was just thinking how it always seems to be 
Paul who generates these crises." I lied quickly.

Lucy laughed. It had always been an open secret that everyone in the 
department thought Paul was an idiot, so I was on fairly safe ground.

The next couple of hours were a bit of a blur. I quickly realized that the 
crisis was actually just another one of Paul's typical cock-ups. He had 
rather foolishly promised the Czechs something we could not possibly 
deliver and then tried to pretend he had done no such thing. I rather 
enjoyed the dressing down I gave him. I then had to spend several hours 
talking to the customer apologizing and working out a way to placate 
them. All through this Lucy kept me fueled with constant cups of coffee 
and words of support.

Eventually I was through the crisis and realized that the constant coffee 
was having its usual effect. My bladder was full to overflowing. In fact 
it was hurting.

I hurried down the hall and bumped into Lucy coming out of the ladies 
room. I was lucky I did, otherwise I would have gone in out of habit. I 
made some lame excuse and went on to the men's room.

Inside it was quite like the ladies', but the end 3 cubicles had been 
replaced by a row of four urinals. There were a couple of guys standing 
at them peeing. I was not ready for that yet, so I walked down to a 
cubicle. I pulled my jeans and panties down and sat down. 
Remembering my spray first thing in the morning, I took care to point 
my penis down and opened my bladder. It felt strange, there was a 
noticeable pause before the stream started and there was a feeling of 
water flowing inside me. As my very full bladder emptied I vaguely 
remembered school biology lessons about how a man's urethra was 
much longer than a woman's. I wondered if there were any more 
practical biology lessons to come.

Back at my desk the message light was flashing on my phone. I got 
quite a shock when I listened to it:

"Hi Lou. I bet you are really working today, even though you promised 
to take some leave! Just don't forget our date tonight. I have made 
something really special and your life will be hell if it spoils. Be at my 
place at 7:30 or be prepared to hide from the Mafia! No need to call me 
back - just be on time!"

It was Sally. It seemed that my new self still knew her. I wondered just 
what she had meant by 'date' - was it romantic, or just friendly? Not 
sure if I could cope with romantic I spent a large part of the rest of the 
day worrying about it.

I was still nervous when I got home. My girlie side was coming through 
- I had no idea what to wear, and had no idea what my relationship with 
Sally was in this life. Yesterday it would have been easy - Sally was my 
oldest friend from early school days and we had shared everything. She 
had told me all about her boyfriends, loves and losses and in return I 
had told her all about mine. If this was the same Sally I knew she was 
that nineties rarity a twenty-something virgin. My Sally had always 
talked a lot about sex, and had even enjoyed most things you could do 
without actually "doing it". She was no religious prude, she just said she 
wanted to save it for someone special. 

I decided I had to find out something more about my new relationship 
with her. I searched the house for clues. Eventually I struck gold. There 
was a letter from Sally that allowed me to work out the whole story. It 
seemed that I had known this Sally since childhood as well, but being 
different sexes, it seemed the relationship was not quite as close. 
Despite that, it seemed as if most of the facts of our lives were the same 
until we went to University when we had got separated and drifted 
apart. We had only just re-met by accident one day in town. The letter 
said how she had been really pleased to see me and had asked me to 
come over for dinner sometime.

I breathed a small sigh of relief - at least it sounded like I would not 
have any trouble knowing what to say. Relieved, I applied myself to the 
problem of what to wear. It was actually quite easy once I looked in the 
wardrobe. I settled on a pair of designer jeans and a simple open necked 
shirt - I had never learned to tie ties very well and convinced myself one 
would be too formal.

I stopped on the way to her apartment to buy some flowers. It was quite 
late, and the shop had sold out of most of their nice displays, so I settled 
on a single rose as a token gift. 

As I rang the doorbell and waited for her to answer, my stomach was 
jumping somersaults. 

She opened the door. It was the same Sally I had known all my life. The 
same bouncy manner, the same smile and the same wicked sense of humour.

"Guilty about something?" she joked, pointing at the flower I offered 
her.

"No, I just thought I would make a little gesture for an old friend." I 
smiled back.

"That's sweet" she said and kissed me gently on the cheek.

She led me through to her sitting room.

"Something to drink?" she asked holding a bottle of wine up.

"Please." I needed a drink to steady my nerves.

I watched Sally as she poured the wine. She was dressed in a simple 
blue silk summer dress that hung loosely to a few inches above her 
knees. Her legs were covered in sheer white hose that complemented 
the light blue of the dress nicely. Her hair was different from how I 
remembered it. A natural blonde, she had always worn it long and loose, 
but now it was cut into a short high backed bob. In the low cut summer 
dress the shaved nape of her neck looked particularly elegant. It was 
just like a style that I had shown her in a magazine the day before in my 
"other" life.

"You look really nice."

"Thanks. What do you think of the new hair?"

"I like it." I commented as she handed me the wine.

"I wasn't sure when I had it cut, but I'm getting used to it now. You're 
sure you like it and not just being polite? Most men seem to prefer long 
hair."

"No it really suits you. You have really nice features and the style 
shows them off perfectly."

She smiled and blushed slightly. It reminded me of her as a younger girl 
when we had been learning about life. We were only about ten or 
eleven and had been swimming in her parents' pool. At that age we 
were quite shy about our bodies, and when we were getting changed 
afterwards her towel had slipped and I had seen her naked for the first 
time. I had found myself staring at her body: even then she had the 
beginnings of her breasts. Just a slight bulge and an enlargement of her 
nipples, but more than I had. When she had seen me looking she had 
blushed just like today. 

I found myself looking at her breasts as they hung under her dress. She 
obviously had no bra on and I could clearly make out the shape of her 
nipples through the silk. Her eyes caught mine and it was obvious what 
I was looking at. It was my turn to blush as she smiled back, but said 
nothing.

I quickly looked away and made some conversation about her collection 
of pictures. I did not really listen as she explained how they were all by 
friends of hers from college. I found myself imagining what she would 
look like without the dress.  I tried to stop myself. I had often watched 
men look at me like this and had not always enjoyed it. But my new 
body seemed to be winning - the more I tried not to look, the more I 
did. I even found my cock was starting to get hard as I looked at her.

I was quite glad when she excused herself to finish dinner. It gave me a 
chance to collect my thoughts and try and get my body under control. It 
did not really work. Her apartment did not have a separate kitchen, but 
just a cooking area divided off by a breakfast bar. As she moved about 
fixing the meal, I found my eyes following her around. At one point she 
leaned over to get something from a draw and the front of her dress 
drooped open. I could see her boobs hanging free beneath. I felt my 
cock stiffen as I watched. It was quite uncomfortable and I tried to 
discreetly rearrange my clothes around it. The result was more 
comfortable, but much more obvious - the front of my jeans looked like 
a little tent. Hoping she had not noticed I got up and pretended to look 
at her pictures. Eventually, by forcing myself to remember the names of 
all kings of England, the bulge receded. It was only just in time, as she 
had finished preparing the meal and was ready to serve.

Dinner passed quickly with conversation about old times. It seemed that 
even in this new body, we had shared most of the same experiences. For 
most of the time I was able to forget the changes that had happened to 
me and just enjoy the food and company.

After the meal I offered to do the dishes, but Sally insisted on leaving 
them until the morning, so we returned to her living room. We 
continued chatting and the conversation returned to her art collection.

"Have a closer look at this one." She said looking at a strange abstract 
pattern. "It was painted by a girl who is half Indian and half Chinese.
I think the cultural influences really show through."

I made a noise of agreement, but did not really see anything of the sort.

As I stood close behind her looking at the picture, I could feel the 
warmth of her body. I was a little bit taller than before, and I could look 
down at her. I must have had some of my girly instincts left, as I found 
myself thinking about her new hair cut. The style was one that looked 
simple but was hard to get right. Sally's hair was perfect and I guessed it 
had been expensive. It was trimmed into a bob that was longer in the 
front than behind, and the back had been tapered down to a closely 
shaved neck. The nape of her neck really did look cute like that. I could 
smell her perfume - not one I recognised, but the light but slightly spicy 
sexy scent was perfect for a summer evening. 

On impulse I slipped my arms around her waist and I leaned down and 
gently kissed her pretty neck.

"Thanks for a lovely meal." I whispered in her ear.

She said nothing, but simply turned around with my arms still around 
her waist. For a moment I was looking into her lovely blue eyes, before 
they closed as she softly kissed me on the lips.

"Thank you for remembering your old friend" was all she said before 
her arms were around my neck and she was kissing me much harder. 
Part of me felt this was not right, but I returned the kiss with equal 
passion. If I am honest with myself, I had imagined doing this with her 
even when I was a girl, so there was not much will to fight my new 
male urges.

She kissed me long and hard. I felt her tongue probing my mouth and I 
responded. I could feel my cock getting really hard and tried to back off 
so she could not feel it. As I tried she just pulled me closer so I could 
feel her rubbing her crotch against mine. It was just the sort of thing I 
had done as a girl when I had felt a man's cock get hard, and I knew it 
was me that had caused it. The pressure against my cock felt good as 
she continued to kiss me hard. We kissed for a long time, alternatively 
gently and passionately until eventually we stopped for air.

"I've wanted to do that for a very long time" she said looking at me and 
smiling as I held her.

"Me too. Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?"

"No."

"You're beautiful" was all I could say before she was kissing me again.

As we kissed, my hands ran over her body. It felt smooth beneath the 
silk of her dress and I could feel she had nothing beneath it. Suddenly 
she pulled away slightly. I felt her loosen my shirt and felt her hands 
against my bare chest. She massaged my nipples gently. To my surprise 
they felt almost as sensitive as when I had been a girl. I repaid the 
favour and gently rubbed her nipples through the silky material.
I felt them harden under my hands.

"That's nice," she murmured as she stood and let me play with her 
boobs. Her hand reached out and I felt her rub my cock.

I gasped. It was so sensitive, I thought I would come on the spot. It was 
just like having my clitoris stroked, but somehow more urgent. I 
rubbed myself against her hand and was completely immersed in the 
sensations. In the back of my mind I remembered how men had acted 
like this when I rubbed their cocks - they soon forgot about anything 
else and just let you please them. I had always told my girlfriends that 
men were ruled by their cocks, and now I knew why it was true.

Just as I was thinking this, she backed away and silently lead me into 
her bedroom. In one quick move she slipped her dress over her head 
and was naked except for her white stockings. She eased my shirt off 
me, loosened my belt and the next thing I knew I was as naked as she 
was. She lay on the bed, and I lay beside her. We kissed and caressed 
softly as we got to know each other's bodies. She was exceptionally 
beautiful. Her body was slim and athletic. Her boobs were large, but not 
so big that they drooped. Her legs were long and ended in a neatly 
trimmed triangle of blond hair. The short hairs resembled the pretty 
nape of her neck.

I ran my fingernails gently down her side from her neck to her foot, 
then even more gently up the inside of her leg. I had always loved it 
when a man did this to me and I hoped it felt as good for her. The 
contrast between the silky material of the stocking, the lace of their tops 
and the softness of skin looked and felt very sexy. As I reached the top 
of her leg I made sure to move from my nails to fingertips as I felt the 
short soft hairs. I moved my fingers lightly over the top of her slit - I 
could imagine how it felt as they moved with just a little pressure on her 
clitoris. Only a few men know how to touch a woman there properly, 
and I was determined to be one of them.

I kissed her gently on the mouth and gently massaged her clit through her 
lips. As I rubbed gently, she responded to every move with a corresponding
probe of her tongue in my mouth. As she kissed harder, I rubbed harder;
as she was gentler so I was gentle in response. I felt her take my cock
in her hand and rub it in rhythm with my fingers.

As she rubbed my cock, it became harder and harder to concentrate on 
her pleasure. All I wanted was to come and come quickly. I could feel it 
building and knew it would all be over if I did not do something. I 
carefully moved her hand and started to kiss her neck. I slowly moved 
down until I was kissing her nipples. I sucked very gently - I hated it 
when men sucked so hard it felt they were suckling on me.

I continued down her body kissing as I went until I was kneeling 
between her legs. I could smell her natural scent as I moved my lips 
towards her slit. I kissed her softly and let my tongue slip in between 
her lips and over her clitoris. It felt hard against my tongue. The taste 
was not new to me - one of my most personal secrets was my favourite 
way of masturbating. I would use my fingers to rub my clitty between 
its lips, and sometimes push one of my fingers deep inside my body. 
When I took it out I would lick off the juices and let myself imagine I 
was licking another woman. Now I was a man and was really kissing 
another woman's sex. I hoped I knew what she was feeling. Kissing her 
pussy is one of the nicest things a man can do for a woman, but sadly 
only a few men like to and even fewer know how to do it properly. I 
moved her clitty between my lips and flicked my tongue lightly over it. 
I slowly increased my movements and was rewarded with a murmur 
from Sally. I was in no hurry and wanted her to enjoy this.

I could taste her juices as she gyrated her hips under my mouth. I 
carefully pushed a finger inside her. She was very wet, but also quite 
tight. I remembered that the Sally I had known was still a virgin, and
it felt as if she still was. I was determined to be even more careful and 
moved my finger extremely gently as I continued to lick and suck her 
clitoris.

"Harder. Use your finger and fuck me harder." It seemed Sally had 
other ideas. I did as she asked and was rewarded:

"Yes. Just like that!"

As I ate her pussy and fucked her with my finger I could feel her getting 
wetter and wetter. Her taste seemed to get more intense as well. The 
combined effects of tasting her juices and hearing her murmur with 
pleasure was getting me really turned on too. I could feel my cock 
leaking juices and could feel a throbbing in my balls. Just as I was 
frightened I would come all on my own, Sally went quiet and a few 
seconds later I felt her pussy grip my finger tightly. Her muscles 
spasmed for few seconds before I heard her sigh contentedly and felt 
her body relax. I continued to lick her softly until she gently pulled my 
face away and up to kiss her on the lips.

"That was wonderful. No one has ever given me head like that. I 
thought I was in heaven." She kissed me again and hugged me hard. We 
lay like that for what seemed a long time.

Eventually she started to kiss me passionately again. She moved her 
body against mine rubbing her very wet pussy against my bare cock.

"I've a secret" she whispered in my ear. "I'm still a virgin. I want you
to be my first."

I kissed her tenderly and just held her for a moment. 

She rolled onto her back and opened her legs. I moved between them 
until my cock was touching her lips. I remembered how very few men 
had been able to find my hole without some help as I fumbled to get it 
into the right place. I was glad when she guided me with her hand.

As my cock pushed into her I knew what she was feeling. I did not want 
to hurt her and moved slowly, despite all my new male instincts telling 
me to plunge it in hard. Eventually I was in as far as I could go. The 
sensation was like nothing I had felt before. It was as if she was 
enclosing all of me, not just a few inches of organ. She tried to pull me 
even closer and kissed me hard - pushing her tongue deep into my 
mouth as if in an echo to my cock in her. I started to thrust my hips in 
and out. I was soon taken over by some very primeval urges and was 
thrusting her harder and harder. I tried to think of her, but kept losing 
control.

"Come on, fuck me hard." She called out. "Let yourself go. Don't try 
and hold back, I want to feel you come in me. Yes that's right, hard. 
Harder."

I needed no encouragement. I was thrusting hard and deep and could 
feel something happening deep in my balls. I felt something start to 
flow inside me and I came. It felt similar to coming as a woman, but 
somehow more physical. I thrust hard and deep and felt my semen 
squirt into her. As a woman, I loved the feeling of a man coming inside 
me, but did not think of it then. All I wanted to do was push into her 
and plant me seed deep within her. It was countless times better than 
when I had jerked off in the morning.

As I started to come down, I opened my eyes and saw Sally's pretty face 
smiling back at me. I started to pull out of her.

"No stay there for a while. It feels nice to have you there. I've never felt 
this close to anyone before."

Nor had I. I knew that this was something very special.

Sally smiled at me and said:

"I'm glad Veronica is a witch. Now I can love you properly."

"You knew?"

"Of course! I put her up to it. She thought she was paying you a lesson 
for doubting her, but I had other motives."

"I love you." was all I could say before she kissed me and held me tight.

We made love twice more that night and I hoped Veronica's spell would 
never wear off.