John to Joan (Paid Post #3)

 John walked into the dressing room. “This is so stupid.” John said, “I can't believe you're making me do this.”
 “Maybe you shouldn't made that silly bet then.” Mary said over the phone.
 “Hey listen, I didn't think that she would actually be the villain, I mean how would anyone know that?”
 “Yeah yeah,” Mary huffed. “Less talking more dressing loser boy.”
 “Hey! I'm a man, not a boy!”
 “Not for much longer.” Mary said under her breathe.
 “What's that?”
 “Enough stalling! Time to get dressed!”
 John sighed and got undressed. “This is so ridiculous.”
 While Mary stared at John through face-time, she muttered a small incantation. His backpack shrank and dwindled behind him into a cute purse. “I promise babe” she continued to him. “this is going to be so sexy.”
 John stopped undressing for a moment and cocked his eyebrow. “Sexy? Really?” he tossed his shoes behind him.
 “Yeah! Of course!” Mary nearly squealed as she was trying to cover up another muttered incantation, and his sneakers morphed into a pair of canvas boots.   
 “So after this I get like- the sex?”
 “Oh trust me!  So much of-” Mary stopped talking for a second as she swallowed a lump in her throat. “the sex.”
 John slipped the undies around his ankles. They were cute, purple, and a lacy little number. As he slowly pulled the panties up, Mary pushed her will into her incantation and his legs slimmed. The silky fabric seemed to scraped the hair off smoother than any razor. John turned around and squeezed the panties around his waist as it cinched in.   
 Mary bit her lip as she watched his ass plump and lift. John was getting hot. She slipped a hand between her legs, her arousal was getting a bit intense, but she was no where close to being finished with him.
 “How do I look?” John kind of turned himself around.   
 Mary tried to swallow a laugh, John's bottom half was so sleek and femme, but the upper half was still blocky and masculine. “Could you lower the phone a bit?”
 “Like this?” John lowered the phone and his shoulders were cut off by the top of the camera.
 “Yeah, but, like, you know lower.”
 “OK.” John lowered the phone camera a bit more and his upper half was completely cut off.   
 “Yeah,” Mary shuddered. “Like that. Right like that.” Mary's hand undid her jeans and she bit her lip. She trailer her fingers around the waistband of her Calvin Kline undies.
 John turned around and plucked a bra from the wall behind him. He dangled it into the camera view. “This too?”
 “ye- yeah” Mary's breathe was wavering, it felt like she was boiling with arousal. She tried to cover her shuddering breathe as her hand slipped into her undies. “It matches, It's really *sigh* sexy.” Mary willed her lust into her incantation, she dreamed about the breasts that she was about to see. “Bigger.” she whispered, “Rounder.” She moaned. “Softer.” Mary purred as she melted into her couch. Her whole body was tingling from her scalp to her toes.
 “What were you saying sweetie?” John's voice sounded, higher, more femme, more sultry.
 “I was saying-” Mary dug her hand wrist deep in her undies. “Show me your body. You hot fucking babe.”
 “Oo! Are you getting naughty Mary?” John giggled a girlish laugh.
 “shhhh Honey it's OK. Just *groan* show me those beautiful breasts.” John picked up the phone and the camera slowly moved up his body, well it was more like her body. A sleek, firm, tight body of femininity and sexual energy. “God that body!” Mary's fingers moved faster digging in and out and all around. Her moans were building and she was getting closer and closer to an orgasm.
 “Honey sweetie pie?” Joan interrupted. “You're moans are driving me crazy. Could you hold off for a bit longer? I think I need to fuck your brains out when I get home.”
 Mary groaned the loudest moan she ever felt but stifled herself. “Yes! But hurry! I'm fucking Horny! And I'm not going to wait much longer!”
 Joan giggled and said, “I'll be there in 10 sweetie!” and hung up the phone.   
 Mary slapped her phone down she tried to stand up and her legs were so wobbly. She stumbled over to her front door. She practically ripped her top off and yanked her pants down. Her hands still exploring her body. She didn't know which was the best decision she had made, her online witchcraft course she paid for, or cheating on her boyfriend with his netflix account and watching ahead before making that bet. She didn't fucking care, she wanted hot lesbo sex, NOW!