The Sketchbook

by: Allison Voorhees - Read Author's Biography Send eMail to Author



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The idea behind this story actually came from an episode of a show I watched almost 10 years ago. I remembered it last night, and wrote it this morning. Comments, questions, or criticism can be directed to allisonvoorhees@hotmail.com or allisonvoorhees@bolt.com The Sketchbook By Allison Voorhees I was drawing a portrait of Christy, my girlfriend, in art class. She was standing over my shoulder as I shaded the strands of honey-colored hair that ran down her shoulders. "Are my boobs really that big?" She asked me. "Actually, not quite, but drawing like that is habit. I've been drawing so many comic book characters, I guess. I wanted it to be more of a caricature, anyway." "Except for that, I like it. But would you mind drawing me with more clothes on?" She asked, referring to the short shorts and halter-top I drew her in. She sat down in her seat, and I turned my attention back to my work. A few minutes passed, before curiosity got the best of me. I stood behind Christy. "What are you working on?" I asked her, though I could see that she was drawing the view ahead of her, which included me with my back turned. It wasn't anything particularly odd for Christy, who liked to draw unusual perspectives. --- Two days later I was in a faux-antique store, and found something I couldn't believe was still in production. It was a leather-bound sketchbook; designed to look like the ones used by explorers on expeditions to the Americas centuries before. While I had been hoping to find an easel cheap, I knew I had to buy the sketchbook. Even if it happened to be poor-quality paper (though I had already found that it was actually top-grade vellum) I could use it to sketch in class while appearing to take notes. The following morning in Psychology class, the Mrs. Fields was lecturing on and on about dominant personalities. Bored, I started sketching her in my new sketchbook. Her discussion of dominant personalities gave me a funny idea, so I tried drawing it. I started by drawing her face and long, raven-black hair. However, instead of drawing her conservative dress, I put her in a tight leather catsuit that showed almost all of her cleavage, replaced the chalk with a whip, and added very high heels to the suit. I finished the drawing with some shading, and examined my work. I noticed that the chest area was somewhat enlarged, but I had to do that to make the catsuit look right. She looked younger, but there's no harm in that. I looked up to compare the face, and Mrs. Fields was wearing the outfit that I'd drawn. Everyone in the class was giggling, and Mrs. Fields was looking down at her newly enhanced chest and revealing clothes, and blushed. "Oh my!" she yelped, and ran out of the classroom. That's when I realized what the sketchbook could do. Testing my theory, I quickly sketched an apple on the desk where she'd been standing. Looking up, the apple was there. I drew another apple beside, and saw that a new one appeared, as well. Getting experimental, I erased the apples. They both disappeared. This concerned me. If I erased the drawing of Mrs. Fields, would she disappear? To find out, I decided to try something at lunch. Mrs. Fields could just remain a dominatrix until I knew it was safe. Besides, it suited her. During lunch, the perfect opportunity arose. Jeff, the school bully, was picking on a freshman that was considered to be gay. Homophobes have always bugged the hell out of me, so I took my sketchbook out of my bag, and sketched him exactly as I saw him. Of course, there was no change. I erased the drawing, and still, no change. I took this to mean that erasing a drawing would only reverse changes I made. I quickly drew him again, and listened in to the bully's blather. "You fucking faggot! Why don't you just prance around here in a frilly skirt?" I grinned and erased Jeff's pants. In their place, I drew a long, frilly skirt. As soon as I finished, the skirt was on Jeff in reality. The entire cafeteria started giggling. Jeff, was oblivious, and assumed everyone was laughing at Carl, the freshman. Enjoying the audience, he continued. "Yeah, just grow your hair out and start wearing makeup!" I enforced his suggestions, and the laughter continued. "I should kick your ass so hard you'll grow tits!" That's where he caught on - the tits I drew were big enough to pop the buttons on his shirt and flash everyone. He grabbed his new equipment and ran to the men's room. The cafeteria crowd roared, and Carl had a confused but content smirk on his face. I didn't erase the drawings until I got home that afternoon. --- The next evening, Christy came over to my house to work on some drawings for our portfolios and watch a few movies. I started to draw her in my new sketchbook, not really thinking about its capabilities. It wasn't much more than a caricature in a fantasy setting. I lengthened her honey-blonde to her waist, and her breasts I drew quite abnormally large and perky, like an F-cup. Her hips were expanded to match, and she wore the chain-mail teddy-like armor that women wear in such pictures. I drew on the tall boots and arm bracers, and put my pencil down. "Oh my GOD!" Christy exclaimed. "What the hell happened to me?" Then she looked down at my drawing, and her eyes narrowed. "So that's what's been happening at school lately. Is it you or the book?" I closed the sketchbook, and put it down. "I think it's the sketchbook. It'll reverse as soon as I erase the drawing. I didn't mean for this to happen, I just forgot." She looked thoughtful and her eyes narrowed for a second, then she leaned over and kissed me. "I don't mind so much. After all, it's temporary. Wanna have some fun?" She removed the armor, and she was even more beautiful than I'd imagined drawing her. She sat on my lap nude and wiggled against my crotch. Christy and I had never made love before, so I was losing control of myself with lust. I did find the self-control to stop her. "I don't want it to happen this way," I said. I opened the book and erased the drawing. Instantly, she reverted back to her normal self, clothes and all. "Are you still interested in playing?" I asked her. "Yes, but you're right, we shouldn't yet anyway." She smiled at me and pressed herself to me. "But a long make-out session is certainly in order." We made out there on the sofa for about half an hour, when she stopped me, telling me it was time for her to go home. I nodded, and watched as she left. After she left, I had a major case of blue-balls. I started to masturbate, when I realized that I had other options - millions of options, thanks to the wonderful sketchbook. I started sketching a beautiful cheerleader, well endowed and obviously horny. I drew my room around her, with me on the bed, the sketchbook beside me. I put a little cloud over her with "I want to fuck him" written in it. I set the pencil down, and she appeared. She climbed on the bed with me, and began kissing me intensely. My penis was rock hard, and she started sliding her fingertips up and down its length. She stripped off all of her clothes, and threw them in the floor. I can't remember much of what happened after that. I was too far-gone in my lust. I only remember waking up beside her in the morning, and wondering if I should really erase her. Would that be murder? Is this girl actually alive now? To find out, I began asking her questions. Where did she live? Where is her school? Who is the president? I discovered that she was a real girl from California who found herself in my room for no reason right after cheerleading practice. She couldn't understand why I made her so horny, as she had never been that promiscuous before. Since she really existed, erasing her would only return her to her home, so I did so. --- That morning in art class, Christy asked to borrow the sketchpad. I didn't think she'd get into mischief with it, so I trusted her with it. At lunch, however, I realized that she was as interested in playing with it as I was. One of the cheerleaders for the school was terribly embarrassed when her shirt and top started shrinking. By the end of lunch, she was wearing only her underwear. A bitchy student turned into a cocker spaniel, and one of the jocks found himself an 89-pound weakling. Of course, she erased her pictures right after lunch. I left the sketchbook with her that night. A little while after getting home, she called me. "I just wanted to thank you for not taking advantage of me last night. I am still a bit miffed about you doing that to me, though," she was saying, "so don't think I'm not upset. Do you actually think having a body like that is an improvement?" "No, not really," I replied. "That's just the type of woman you see in fantasy art." "Sure, whatever. Look, I've got to go now." She hung up the phone. I started thinking about how sexy Christy had looked the way I drew her the evening before. I got really turned on, and began stroking myself. I looked up, and saw that there was a camera trained on me, mounted to the ceiling in the corner. The first thing I thought was that my parents had installed a new security system. Then, with a little more thought, I realize that most likely Christy had drawn them in the sketchpad. Of course, I lost the mood, and got dressed. I was wondering why she would want to watch me, and I flicked on the television as a distraction. I was watching a British sitcom, when I realized that I could watch a porn channel if I wanted to, because the camera was behind the television. I switched channels, and my penis sprang to life almost instantly when I saw the image of two young women having lesbian sex in a Jacuzzi. I stripped again, and balled up my boxer shorts to catch the mess that I knew was going to be made. I started stroking myself slowly, wanting the pleasure to last a while. I looked at the boxers in my hands, and saw that they were a white pair of satin panties! Of course, in my aroused state of mind, it only served to arouse me further. A few strokes later, I felt my hair tickling my shoulders, but I was too horny to think about it. I started moaning in a higher voice than usual, but again, I was too turned on to pay attention. Finally, I came. The panties were not enough to catch all the mess, so I went to the bathroom to clean up. I washed my hands, still dizzy, and looked in the mirror. I was shocked to see a beautiful woman's reflection in the sink mirror! Looking again, I saw that it was I from the neck down. I had acquired a woman's face and hair, but that was all. I ran to the phone, and dialed Christy. "Hello?" "Why did you do this?" I asked her. My voice was soft, sexy, and breathy, and my dick stirred at the sound. "I'm just having a little fun. I'll erase it later. In the meantime, enjoy it, Sweetie." I heard the sounds of a pencil against paper, followed by a dial tone. She'd hung up on me! What she was drawing, I wondered. Determined not to let it worry me, I lay down on bed. A second later, I figured it out the hard way. The sound of my own breathing was turning me on, and instinctively sat up to relieve my sexual tension. However, instead of touching me dick with my hands, I continued leaning forward until my cock was in my mouth. I was horrified, but too horny to stop, as I sucked myself to orgasm. I swallowed my own cum minutes later, and lay back, exhausted. A speaker appeared on the ceiling above me. "I hope you enjoyed that, Kyle. It was fun to watch," Christy's disembodied voice told me. "Why are you doing this?" I asked in a whiny, sexy, feminine voice. "No specific reason, really," she replied. "At first I was getting you back for turning me into your fantasy whore, but now I'm just enjoying the show. By the way, you'd better get some clothes on. Your mom will be upstairs shortly. She won't notice the changes, but she'd notice if you were naked." Mom came upstairs and asked if everything was all right. "Yes," I lied, and faked a yawn. "I'm just going to go to sleep early tonight." "Okay, Kyle. Don't forget to set your alarm, I have to get you to school early. I have a big meeting in the morning." After two major orgasms and being so stressed out, I slept well, confident that I'd be normal in the morning. --- I was quite wrong. I woke up in the morning and went to shave, to find that I was still wearing that sexy, angelic face. Since my mother didn't notice, I decided to get ready for school. I was nervous as hell, so I quickly dressed in boxers, jeans and a T-shirt, and ran downstairs. Mom had me eat a poptart in the car, and off to school I went. Nobody appeared to notice my face, and I didn't seem to get any funny looks when I spoke, either. Christy, however, was teasing me relentlessly. She called me "sexy lady," "girl," and "cocksucker." Nobody appeared to notice this, either. During art class, however, I started getting a bit chilly. I tried to ignore the sensation, but my nipples were so hard they poked my shirt out. I looked down, to find that I was sporting enormous breasts. A second look told me that they weren't extraordinarily large, but for a guy they were ridiculous. Christy was just smiling at me. She sat down beside me. "Just tell me if they bounce around too much." I turned to face her, and was quite distracted when they swung and jiggled freely. Christy giggled and told me not to worry, she'd help me out. She returned to her seat, and a few seconds later it got a little colder. I looked down to see that my tee shirt was now a simple white satin underwire bra. I turned bright red, and Christy laughed out loud. I looked at the paper I was drawing on, and found "No one will notice as long as you do what you're told." My next class was gym class. Christy informed me on my way out of the classroom that I would be expected to use the girls' locker room, and gave me a locker number and combination. My dick responded appropriately to the idea of watching the girls undress. I nervously walked into the girls' locker room, and my pants tented immediately. Afraid of getting caught gawking, I quickly stepped up to the locker and unlocked it. Taped directly inside the door was a note hanging from the locker's doorframe. My Dearest Kylee, Put this on, and no one will think anything is strange. Remember, if you don't want anyone to know, do what I tell you. Love, Christy P.S. Look forward to putting your "normal" clothes back on. I have quite a surprise lined up. Of course, I was more than just a little nervous. I refuse to get busted, I thought to myself, but I snickered when I realized the bad pun. Behind the note there was a sports bra, a pair of stretch sating thong panties, and a white pleated tennis skirt, neatly folded on top of a pair of pink sneakers. I dressed as quickly as I could, and couldn't resist a look in the mirror. I couldn't believe how my body had changed! I had long, sexy legs and perfectly proportioned hips and breasts. My waist was slim, accented by my bared midriff. All of my body hair was gone, and the sneakers that I had thought were in my male size were actually tiny little size fives. Of course, the arousing image had a major discrepancy; my penis was pushing the tiny tennis skirt out ridiculously. "Kylee, let me help you with that," said Jenny. Jenny is one of the girls in the gym class, and I've always loved watching her. She's a petite sophomore, a cheerleader, and never would give me the time of day. My having a girlfriend probably prevented that, I supposed. I turned around, shocked to find the tiny hottie not only wearing only a bra and panties, but also the same height as me! Apparently, I was only 4'9 now! She sat down on the little bench beside me and reached up my skirt. Her gentle, dainty hands pulled down my panties, and she proceeded to give me a blowjob. I was moaning, getting caught in the moment, when I felt soft, gentle hands massaging my breasts. I couldn't even take the time to find out who was doing it, it was so erotic and sent sparks down to my penis. It was as though they were wired directly together. I turned my head slightly to kiss the new girl who was doing this to me, and found myself kissing Elicia, another member of the cheerleading squad. I'd had minor crushes on both of these girls for years and Christy apparently had decided to make them interested me at the same time. The concept of my girlfriend having two other girls making love to me drove me past the limit. I came, pumping Jenny's mouth full of my cream. She swallowed it all, and Elicia and Jenny began making out as I cleaned myself off and pulled my panties back up. I turned and looked at them again, and understood why they were so unresponsive to my advances - they were lesbians! I felt a bit better about myself in that respect, as it was a matter of gender rather than unattractiveness. Of course I wondered what it meant to have just received oral sex from one of them. The bell for the start of gym class rang, and we all lined up as normal. Nothing unusual happened during gym at all, except I was a bit disturbed by the extra jingling coming from my recently enlarged hips, ass, and breasts. Finally, it was time to dress for class. I wasn't as concerned about being seen in these clothes, as I was sure that if I followed orders, I'd be fine. I calmly opened the locker. Again, there was a note. My Sweetest Kylee, You are so adorable. I can't wait to see you in these clothes. I'll see you at lunch. Love, Christy. P.S. I have one more surprise left for you after you dress. The clothes weren't the same as I had removed. Instead, I found myself squeezing into a black lace corset top, a garter belt with stockings, a tight black miniskirt, 5-inch heels, and no panties. Of course, my dick hung down lower than the bottom of the miniskirt, so I was turning red again. It didn't help matters much that Jenny and Elicia were making out directly in front of me, so my penis not only stood up, but also lifted up the edge of my skirt with it. Before I could leave the locker room, two guys calmly walked into the locker room. Jeff and James, two of our football players, headed directly for me. "We need another girl over here. Any volunteers?" Jeff asked. Jessica, a tall, busty redhead stepped forward. "Count me in," she said, pulling off her panties, the only thing she'd had on at the moment, and throwing them behind her. James, who stood behind me, lifted my skirt over my hips and shoved his penis up my ass. I dangled there helplessly, and Jessica found herself impaled upon Jeff. For the first few minutes it hurt like hell, and my erection dipped down. After that, it was actually quite erotic and pleasurable, and I found that I was quite turned on. As soon as I was hard again, Jeff and James pushed Jessica and me together, so that we were kissing and fucking while we were being ass-fucked from behind. It wasn't long at all before Jessica and I were both spent and full of the guys' cum. They quickly abandoned us and went to class, so we had to quickly wipe ourselves off and head to our classes. Hoping that I was doing everything Christy had demanded to her satisfaction, I went off to lunch. I sat down with her, blushing as she eyed my lifted skirt. I was a touch confused, because normally two orgasms in one day would have left me completely drained. However, I was already hard by lunch, which means I had sexually recovered in 10 minutes. How odd... She reached over to me and started massaging my dick under the table. "Kylee," she whispered, "isn't this situation getting to you yet? After all, you've been almost all-girl all morning, and I'm sure it's unsettling. Especially the way this thing has been poking out." She started stroking harder and faster, so I moaned softly and nodded. "I'll be right back," she whispered. "Don't go anywhere, and don't touch yourself." She got up and walked away, and I was way too hot to think. I simply sat there, red faced and hot, breathing heavily and sexily. I was about to go nuts when she finally returned. "I'm back, ready for more?" she whispered. She continued stroking, and the strokes seemed to get more and more intense, and her hand didn't seem to be moving as much. I felt wetness on my dick as I approached orgasm, and gasped as waves of pleasure erupted from my dick and flowed outward to every point of my body. I could barely breathe, as the feeling grew stronger and stronger until it felt like my body exploded. She kissed me, and whispered in my ear, "How was your first orgasm as a girl?" I still couldn't speak, so I just nodded as I caught my breath. "Good, Kylee. I don't know for sure how long I'll leave you this way. I never knew it would be so much fun to feminize someone. I think you'll need some panties now, though. Everyone at school remembers you only as Kylee, and you don't want your reputation tarnished too badly. Maybe I should put you on the cheerleading squad. I'll be right back." She left again, and I looked down at my dick. What dick? Apparently, she'd finished the job, as nothing was down there except a sexy Venus mound and a slit. I was completely female now, and I had to admit that femininity was nice, though I could have done without the threats of embarrassment. "Here, Kylee, I have some panties for you. I want you to get the whole experience, so there's a dildo built in. I like the thought of you getting fucked all day long." She handed me the panties, and I slipped them on, and gasped as the attachment slid into my new sex. I nearly jumped out of the chair I was sitting in when it started vibrating, and waves of pleasure immediately thrashed my body and mind. I couldn't think or speak, I could only follow as she led me to my next class. "Don't take those panties off, but if someone else does it, let them. Put them on when they're done with you." The next and last class of the day was Calculus. I've always excelled at mathematics, and calculus was barely challenging. Today, however, it was a new experience. My teacher asked me why I was so distracted, but I couldn't answer. Finally, she shrugged and continued teaching the class. When class was over, I stood up to leave school. Christy came and helped me organize myself and pack my books. She looked at the chair I'd been sitting in and laughed. "Look what you've done, Kylee!" she pointed downward. The chair I'd been sitting in was soaked with my pussy juice, and I'd have hated to be the next person sitting there! She told me that there's no way she'd let me drive in my current state of mind, so she drove me home and took me upstairs to my bedroom. "Sit on the bed," she commanded, so I did. She sat at my desk and opened the sketchbook. I couldn't see what she was doing, but she was sketching furiously. "I want a new experience before I change you back. Take your clothes off." I dazedly complied, and she removed her own top and bra. She climbed over me and started kissing me, and kissing my breasts. We were both very hot and very horny, when she stripped off her pants. She then pressed her pelvis to mine, and penetrated me. She had a dick! That's what she drew! I couldn't have been happier, because she knew just what I needed. I came five times before she finally left her seed in me. "That was wonderful!" she sighed as she rolled off of me and held me. "Now I understand why men are so obsessed with sex! That was amazing!" "I couldn't agree more," I told her, sighing. We dozed off together and awoke an hour later. She dressed to go home. "I've had my fun with this," she told me, handing me the sketchpad. "You can do whatever you want with it." I set it on my desk and helped her dress. After she left, I headed for the shower. What a day I've had! I thought to myself as I washed. At least I have the sketchbook and can erase it. I touched my knew pussy and thought, maybe I'll erase it tomorrow. I thrust a finger inside. Maybe not...

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