The Trans Ultra Collection Vol 3

by Ursula Lovelace

  I looked down at the lamp on the floor. That was where that weird smoke had come from. “How did you get in here? The door automatically locks itself when closed. You need an access card to get in.”

  She went back to smiling. “I came from the mist, Master.”

  “Mist?” I replied. I thought back to that strange red smoke I saw. “Did you see that smoke from earlier?”

  The young woman tilted her head in confusion. “Master, I do not mean to be rude but you were aware that I was locked within the lamp, correct?”

  She was talking like this was a stage play. I wondered if she was a museum guide who had wandered in here in here by accident. They weren’t supposed to be working this late into the night.

  My eyes looked back at the lamp. “That lamp? I was just holding it one moment. Before I knew what was going on, it opened up with a puff of smoke. I don’t know what the hell is going on!”

  She looked a little taken back by my outburst. “But only my Master can summon a Genie like me. You must be my Master. I felt a strong heart when I emerged from my slumber.”

  This woman seemed to be some kind of lunatic. She was talking about Genies while dressing up like an exotic dancer. Maybe this was Tim’s real present to me. He had always been on my case about loosening up and getting a girlfriend.

  Nevertheless, I could lose my job for having a stranger in here. Sure, the girl was sexy but I liked having an easy gig like this. “Look, just who are you? Why are you going on babbling on about Genies? Start talking answers or else I’ll have you arrested. You’re not supposed to be here.”

  The woman giggled innocently. “Yes, I feel your heart. You truly are my Master!”

  I sighed and wondered if that red smoke had been a hallucinogen. It would explain how a beautiful belly dancer had waltzed into the control room and begun ranting about being a Genie. Yet, the woman just looked too real. I heard her bangles jingle. I smelled her exotic perfume. It reminded me of fresh jasmine.

  I didn’t necessarily want her to go but I had a job to do. “Look, I don’t know who you are or what you’re after but you’ve come at a bad time. I need to know who you are and how you got in here.”

  The woman kept smiling at me like I was her boyfriend. “Yes, it seems that I have been slumbering for well over a thousand years. The master I was intended to serve will have passed away by now. Nonetheless, you’ve proved yourself worthy to be my new Master. Yes, destiny has bound us together.”

  I wasn’t as convinced.

  It sounded like this woman was on drugs. She may have been the most attractive junkie I had ever met. I just didn’t know what kind of drug made you dress up like a sexy belly dancer and sneak your way into the control room of an art museum. “Lady, do you need medical help or something? There’s a hospital a couple blocks from here.”

  She shook her head. “No, I am a Genie. I will make all of your wishes come true.”

  Her soft voice was intoxicating. “Uh-huh.”

  “I was created by powerful magicians as a gift for a young Sultan,” the woman continued. “I was to satisfy his intimate and carnal desires. It seems as if fate has decided that I must serve you instead. I will obey all of your commands.”

  It was a lot to take in. This crazy lady really thought she was a genie. “Okay, so what’s your name?”

  “You may call me anything,” she answered before pausing. “If you prefer to call me by a name, then let it be Jasmine. I believe that you like the smell of the flower. Of course, I humbly accept any name or title you bestow upon me.”

  I wondered how the hell she knew that. Maybe she was some sort of stripper hired by one of my coworkers as a prank. It would explain how she got through the front door. I decided to play along for now. “Okay, Jasmine… you were supposed to serve some Sultan and now you serve me?”

  “I exist to serve my Master,” she answered simply. “I was sealed in the lamp so I could be awoken at a time that I was needed. That time is now.”

  If this was an act, then she deserved an Oscar for her performance. “Uh-huh, what happened to the guy before me?”

  “The sultan?” Jasmine replied, taking a moment to think. “I do not know what happened to him. I was put into the lamp at the height of his power. When I am inside the lamp, I do not know what happens to the world outside. Time itself becomes meaningless to a Genie such as I.”

  “So the guy died of old age?”

  She paused for a moment. “I knew the Sultan had rivals in and outside of his kingdom. It was possible that a rival overthrew him. It would explain why I was never awoken before now. Regardless, you are the one who has awakened me. I will serve you from now on until the end of days. What is your wish?”

  I had to admit that Jasmine was committed to her act. This must have been a prank by my coworkers. She was probably some stripper hired to cheer me up during the graveyard shift. “What kind of wishes do you grant?”

  She licked her lips and smiled. “All of your intimate desires.”

  While I could get in trouble for having her in here, I figured I should make the most of my present. This sexy woman was pushing all the right buttons. I didn’t know how my friends knew I had a bit of a fetish for exotic belly dancers. I decided to play along with her act. “Well, can you take off your clothes?”

  “Of course,” Jasmine replied, before pausing for a moment. Her eyes scanned my face as if to read my thoughts. “I can make them disappear with the snap of a finger. However, I sense that you want a striptease.”

  I shrugged. “Go for it.”

  Her eyes lit up like the Fourth of July. “I’ll make all of your wishes come true.”

  Jasmine began to slowly gyrate her hips. I got a front view seat to a belly dance. Each movement sent her bangles clattering. The sound of her dancing echoed within the control room. Then, she began to slowly strip off her clothing. There wasn’t much to begin with so her bare skin came into view.

  Soon, she was completely nude except for the jewelry she wore. Jasmine had a full set of breasts and a tuft of dark pubic hair above her ripe pussy lips. Judging from her perfect olive skin, the woman didn’t seem to be from these parts. You simply couldn’t find this kind of beauty here. Her foreign accent and exotic looks made me think she was from the Middle East.

  The woman looked young but she was performing like an old pro. Whatever anger and confusion I felt before had vanished. I was completely enthralled by her erotic dance.

  Jasmine seemed to be enjoying this just as much as I did. Each movement in the dance was quick and precise. I wondered what my coworkers had paid her to book a session with me. This stripper was giving me the star treatment.

  She looked too innocent for this kind of work. There was this strange, childlike quality to her. I wondered if it was part of the act she was putting on.

  Nevertheless, Jasmine knew how to flaunt her sexy body. The woman could pivot and contort her frame into all manner of poses. She wasn’t shy about being complete nude in front a man she had just met either.

  I wondered what it would be to have a beautiful, feminine body like hers. I was an okay looking guy who kept in decent enough shape. Sure, I had packed a few extra pounds after leaving the army but I didn’t have a beer gut like Tim. Jasmine, however, had this innate grace and beauty I was jealous of.

  I didn’t know why I was having these weird thoughts about being a woman. Something about her captivating performance had me spellbound. Jasmine took pride in her nude body. She didn’t feel any shame or modesty.

  Finally, the dance came to an end. Jasmine knelt before me and said. “What is your next command, Master?”

  I thought about my desire to be a woman. I wanted to have a sexy, feminine body like the one Jasmine had. I wanted to feel her lips on mine. I was also curious what it would be like to have a pussy. I just imagined a long, thick cock fucking me senseless.

  Suddenly, Jasmine said. “Wish granted!”

  I felt a strange shiver down my spine as I grew a bit li
ghtheaded. My security clothes felt a bit too tight. This mysterious belly dancer was making me feel hot under the collar. However, I didn’t have any time to process what was happening because leaned forward to kiss me.

  I didn’t know how she had read my mind but I didn’t care either. I just loved the feel of her warm, plump lips against mine. It felt as though an electrical current passed through our bodies as we kissed.

  Jasmine held my head in her hands as we smooched. Her nude body felt warm like the embers of a freshly lit fireplace. I reached out to grab her plump buttocks. Soon, we broke apart so that she could kiss my cheeks and my neck.

  Normally, I should’ve had a full erection in my pants. Yet, I didn’t feel my cock struggle against my boxers like it normally did. Sure, there was some tension down there but I should’ve had a raging hard-on.

  Jasmine pressed her breasts against me as we went back to kissing. I tried to overpower her but she was much too talented for me. Whenever I gained some ground, her tongue would skillfully pushed me back.

  That didn’t stop me from cupping her ass. I knew that some strippers had a ‘look but do not touch’ rule. However, Jasmine wanted me to fondle her. In fact, she brought one of my hands to her large breasts. Her nipple was hot and hard against my palm.

  I forgot that this mysterious woman had been rambling about genies and wishes few minutes ago. I didn’t give a damn about how she got here. I just cared about how she was rubbing her sexy body against mine.

  My nipples grew unbearably hard. I couldn’t remember the last time this ever happened in the control room. It had an air-conditioner but it never got too chilly. If anything, Jasmine was making me sweat as if I were in a sauna. The friction between our bodies was skin-tingling.

  I trailed my kisses downward and my mouth found one of her erect nipples. I flicked my tongue across her breasts. Jasmine moaned as I teased her hard nipple. She had a spicy taste to her skin.

  I didn’t think of her as just some stripper or prostitute. I wanted to love her back for the way she was making me feel. It felt derogatory for such a beautiful woman to be a tool for my pleasure. I didn’t know why I was feeling such an attachment for someone I had just met. Then again, I would fall in love with any woman who kissed me like that.

  “You’re quite talented, Master,” Jasmine said when our lips broke apart. She sounded genuine about my kissing prowess. It meant a lot coming from an experienced prostitute such as herself. I loved a good ego boost. “What else does your heart desire?”

  The fact that Jasmine was still in character aroused me. I decided to try my luck and pointed to my groin. “How about a kiss down there?”

  That’s when I noticed that my voice sounded odd. It was much higher pitched than usual. A moment ago, I sounded like my usual self.

  I still had that tightness around my shirt as well. My clothes felt itchy and a size too small like they had been left in the dryer for too long. I knew I wasn’t imagining things. Something strange had happened to my clothes.

  Jasmine focused on giving me a round of oral sex. If she was as good with a cock as she was with a pair of lips, then I was in for a treat. She began taking off my pants and boxers. I expected my cock to spring up in front of her face.

  That’s when I saw what was between my legs.

  Nothing.

  In its place was a narrow slit between my legs. The hardness I felt down there was my clit. Hell, I was also sporting a pair of C-cup breasts. It explained why my shirt felt so tight all of a sudden.

  I was a woman!

  Chapter 3

  However, I didn’t have any time to process what had happened since Jasmine immediately went to work. She began by teasing my hard clit with her finger. I moaned as she flicked the hard nub with her finger. I was simply too shell-shocked to do anything other than submit to Jasmine.

  Soon, the young woman began to kiss my pussy lips. I shuddered when I felt her touch the sensitive skin of my sex. The tension was almost unbearable. The woman knew how to tease me with her tongue. She licked me from the bottom of my pussy all the way up to my clit.

  Jasmine began licking my pussy with great enthusiasm. I had never been eaten out by another woman but it felt fucking amazing. I began running my head through her hair and beckoning her on. “That’s it…”

  She increased the tempo of her actions once she heard my words. Her tongue lapped up everything. I felt the woman press her teeth against my soft skin. Jasmine was careful not to hurt me in any way. She only used the bare minimum pressure to tease me. I was caught between the threat of pain and unbridled pleasure from her tongue.

  Her tongue began probing the depths of my pussy. I squirmed in my chair as I struggled to sit straight. It felt as though an invisible set of hands was keeping me from falling.

  Jasmine was supernaturally talented at this. I could tell that she was no stranger to pleasing girls. The mystery of how I had a vagina and a pair of tits was in the back of my mind. I focused on the amazingly talented tongue inside my pussy. I was at the woman’s complete mercy.

  She was really eating me out. Her tongue was lapping up my pussy juices. I cried out in a womanly voice that I barely recognized. My passionate moans only compelled her to play more with my sex.

  I came over and over again. It wasn’t a one and done deal like when I was a man. Jasmine expertly drew out my pleasure between each climax. It was the most enjoyable form of torture I had ever been submitted to. I wanted one final orgasm to end it all.

  Jasmine got the hint and began licking me with renewed vigor. Her skill and persistence was too much for me to bear. I sensed my final climax erupt from within my sex. I came straight into her mouth as she lapped up my pussy juice. The woman had a bottomless thirst for my secretions.

  She spread my legs wide and licked every inch of my pelvis. It felt like she didn’t want a single drop to go to waste. I had finished coming but I still felt her knife her tongue to my cunt. I didn’t know how Jasmine could keep going on and on without a moment of rest.

  Finally, the woman finished her handiwork. I lied back in my chair in complete exhaustion. I was just too damn tired to even dress myself. I didn’t just have one mind -blowing orgasms. I had several in a row.

  “I’m glad that I have pleased you,” Jasmine said proudly, standing before me. The woman didn’t bat an eyelash at the fact that she had fucked my cunt with her tongue. Instead, she was more concerned with the mess we had made. The room smelt of sex and whatever exotic perfume she was wearing. “Let me clean us up.”

  She snapped her finger and cleaned up the entire place. Even the musty smell of sex was gone. Everything was back to normal.

  Well, other than the fact that I was now a woman.

  “What the hell just happened?” I yelled. I didn’t mind raising my voice. It wasn’t like anyone else was here. “Why the hell do I look like a woman?”

  Jasmine smiled as if this was the most natural thing in the world. “Because you asked to be one.”

  I blinked in confusion. “I did?”

  “Not so much in words,” she answered, looking a bit bashful. “I read your mind and saw that you had a deep desire to become a woman. I decided to grant your wish.”

  I brought a hand to my head. “Holy crap! You’re actually a Genie!”

  “Yes, now you believe me,” Jasmine replied with a smile. She punctuated her statement by snapping her fingers again. “Perhaps you’ll like to admire your new body.”

  In an instant, my clothes disappeared and a full length body mirror appeared before me. I was shocked at my appearance. Gone was the average looking security chief. In his place was a drop dead gorgeous woman. She had the same hair and eyes but everything else was different.

  I had a full set of breasts and a narrow slit between my legs. While I may not have been the most imposing man, my build was perfect for that of a woman. Even my short hair gave me an attractive and athletic look. This new body felt more comfortable than the one I had using for decades.


  I wondered if Jasmine could turn me back into a man. At the same time, I wasn’t sure I wanted to turn back just yet. I was enjoying my new sexy body. I felt completely revitalized after my transformation. I was starting to think of myself more as a tomboy.

  Nevertheless, I started piecing everything together. She must have come out of that lamp as a puff of pinkish-red smoke. All this time, I had thought she was a drug-addled prostitute.

  “I actually thought you were a hooker hired by my friends,” I said, slumping back into my chair. I had always wanted something to come along and break the drudgery of the night shift. However, I didn’t count on a Genie transforming me into a woman and eating me out. “But you’re actually a Genie! And you turned me into a woman!”