<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Mostly female, with his tool back.<br/>● Wearing a white dress with wet spots, covering crotch with a pillow.<br/>● Self confident.<br/>● Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br/>    but can control the exposure via an imaginary inner door<br/>    which he is drawn to open.<br/>● Needs release.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1pt;"><br/></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I am not really sure about what I expected Wanda's reaction to be.  Shock?  Disbelief?  I know I wouldn't have taken such a bold claim in stride, but she seemed quite unfazed by it.  Though maybe seh feels that the prospect of getting it on with not just one but three hot girls (even if one of them is not really a girl) is worth humouring a preposterous claim or two.<br/><br/>It doesn't take long for Chloe to go on the offensive and soon, like the proverbial fool and his money, Wanda gets separated from her clothes.  My gaze runs over her body.  She is quite beautiful and she knows it, her bearing as relaxed and confident in nudity as if she was wearing an evening dress.  But then, Chloe is not satisfied with just seducing Wanda.  No, she begins actively encouraging her to take possession of my member, which is something that I have no intention of letting happen.  So when she appears to have been talked into it, and reaches toward my crotch, I clutch the pillow even stronger.<br/><br/>"Oh no you don't!" I swat her hand away.  "I just got it back and I am not letting go of it anytime soon"<br/><br/>She chuckles, a warm and melodic sound that feels genuinely sincere.  "Now I know that you were telling the truth earlier.  Only a guy would be so protective of his equipment.  So," she turns her head to look at Chloe and Circe and then back at me, "were all of you guys, originally?"<br/><br/>I shake my head.  "Only me.  Circe and Chloe didn't change all that much physically -- more like a paint job compared to my complete renovation.  I seem to be extra susceptible to the magic, to the point of being affected by their subconscious thoughts until I found a way to block it."<br/><br/>"Interesting..." her grin widens.  "So those two are like Van de Graaff generators of magic and you're a lightning rod?"  She starts reaching toward me again.  "Don't worry, I don't want your dick for myself.  Well, I kind of do, but not in that sense.  It's been a while since I played with Ken and Barbie dolls, not to mention a Ken doll that looks more like Barbie.  What say you stop your 'blocking' and we make things fun for you?"<br/><br/>"I..." I gulp.  I don't think it's a good idea...<br/><br/>"Or," she purrs, sliding closer to Chloe and wrapping her arms around her, "I could just make out with Chloe instead..."  She leans in and pulls Chloe into a long, sensual kiss.  "And with," she disengages and turns toward Circe, beckoning her with a 'come hither' motion using two fingers rather than just one, "Circe, isn't it?  I mean, I will make out with them anyway, but would you not want to be a part of it?"<br/><br/>Damn...  I look at my friends, trying to make up my mind.  Circe and Chloe wouldn't do anything to hurt me, and if worse comes to worst I could always put up my defences again.  "Alright," I sigh, then close my eyes, conjuring the imaginary room, and before I can regret it, throw the door wide open.</span><br/>