Charisma Part 2

"You are beautiful," Charisma told her guest. Indeed, the shemale was an exquisite creature--more so than most of her kind, although, as far as Charisma was concerned, all shemales were lovely. If there was any defect with regard to Tiffany, it might be her waist--it was a little thick, although not enough to be a serious flaw.

"Thanks," Tiffany replied.

Charisma's right hand toyed with Tiffany's penis, coaxing the soft, limp organ to erection while she teased the nipples of her breasts with the fingers of her other hand, pausing occasionally to squeeze the soft, sleek orbs in her fist. Tiffany moaned.

"You liked my bra, right?" Charisma asked.

"Yes," Tiffany agreed, her voice slurred with the passion building within her.

"How would you like an entire wardrobe of magic clothes?"

"Oh, God, that would be fantastic!"

Charisma smiled. "You'll have to earn them."

"I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Fuck me, then--in the ass, not the cunt."

Tiffany hesitated.

"Well?" Charisma demanded. "Do you want the wardrobe or not?"

"Yes," Tiffany answered at once. "It's just that. . . ." Her voice trailed off.

"It's just what?"

"Well, after having taken estrogen shots every day for the last year, I don't have the virility I once did. My cock, as you've noticed, isn't very manly anymore, and it doesn't get hard easily or stay up long."

"You needn't worry about that," Charisma predicted. "I daresay you'll find yourself quite the stud, your beguiling feminine charms notwithstanding."

Tiffany bit her lower lip. She was afraid that Charisma was going to be sorely disappointed. Nevertheless, if she wanted the rest of the magic outfit that the sorceress had promised her, she had no alternative but to try, at least, to play the role of the male. "All right," she said finally.