Ten Lords A-Leaping

The morning after working the strip club, I woke up sore, tired, and covered in body glitter. George was nowhere to be found but there was a note in the kitchen next to a stack of $100 bills. "There's more where that came from. Meet at the Tiki Hut tonight at 9." There had to be at least three grand there! What could I possibly do to make that much? More stripping, maybe?

As I stuffed the cash in my purse, I noticed it must have triggered today's change. Honestly, I was a bit surprised. Normal hair and build, no strange features, nothing out of the ordinary. Except, you know, still being stuck as a woman.

Nine Ladies Dancing

As I lumbered out of my room the next morning, I was surprised to see George already waiting for me. "Good morning, sleepyhead! Nice to see your fat ass out of bed."

"Yeah, as if you could even handle this much woman." In my head that was a killer insult, but I felt it backfire on its way out.

Eight Maids A-Milking

After sucking off my first group of guys, I spent the next hour showering and brushing my teeth. I kept telling myself I was over halfway through, though that was little comfort as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with a growling stomach. I suppose I hadn't had much appetite after eating so much dick. Unfortunately for me, the fridge was nearly empty. The only thing inside was clearly my next gift: a jar of milk wrapped in ribbons. I figured George would get me whether I fought it or not, so I might as well take a drink.

Seven Swans A-Swimming

Fun fact: being pregnant is extremely uncomfortable. I spent most of the night rolling around and generally sleeping like garbage. After finally nodding off for a few hours, I woke up to a text message on the phone next to me.

"Meet me by the pool." I looked down, still seeing my round belly and swollen boobs. Apparently George planned to give me today's gift when I got there, which meant he wanted me to waddle around in my big, pregnant body a little longer. What an asshole.

Six Geese A-Laying

After my rough night with Larry, I woke up for the first time eager to get my next "gift" from George. I hated my old, saggy tits, I hated my brute of a husband, and I really hated how simply "being a woman" was no longer my top complaint.

Five Golden Rings

After spending the previous day as the personal assistant to the douchiest attorney at my firm, I was officially feeling broken. George's magic had forced me into acting like a bimbo slut all day, and the memories of being bent over every piece of furniture in the office were all too vivid.

Four Calling Birds

I woke up in the dark and reached hopefully towards my crotch. "Uhh, fuck. Still a chick." At least that stupid fake accent was gone. I guess that part wore off after the day of the "gift" ended.