My best friend and I were at the fair. It was his idea to visit Madame Miranda, who'd predict our futures. I still don't know how she moved from predicting to daring us, but just like that she did. One of us had to suck a woman's breast each day for the next twenty days and the other would have to suck a dick each day. My friend was faster than me and picked the breast challenge.

Which meant I had to suck dick for the next twenty days, something I'd never done before and really didn't want. But Madame Miranda made it clear that we would know our marks and we wouldn't be able to fight the urge. Well, we'd see about that.

But somehow, she was right. I knew it the next day, while I was jogging in the park. I ran behind another guy for a few minutes and when he stopped for a water break I stopped as well. I saw his package straining inside his running shorts, and I said "Need help with that?" before I could stop myself. He just pulled his pants down and his hard-on flopped out. My mouth started watering and I dropped down on my knees and took him in.

By then I realized that I was under some spell, as I knew exactly what to do to get him off as quickly as possible. I swallowed his load when he came, and without a word he ran off, while I savored his goo in my mouth before swallowing it all.

The second day went pretty much the same way. But the third day things changed. I ran into a Japanese man, and although he was horny as hell, he wouldn't let me suck his dick. Only woman, he said in a strong accent, and he suggested I wear a skirt or dress. My need was urgent though, and when I saw a clothing shop not far away, I found myself buying a jogging outfit and a dress, that I kept on after fitting it. The man was waiting for me and he approved with a nod. I don't know why he tasted different, probably his Asian heritage, but I sucked every drop from him, enjoying his juice for a long time after.

The next day I put on my new jogging outfit, which left my bellybutton bare under the tight bra top. I tucked my own member between my legs so the tight pants wouldn't show much of a bulge. My mark that day approved. But the next day it was the same Japanese man, and he wanted me to wear a skirt over the tights and something to fill my bra top. I started drooling, thinking of another fill of his juice, and in less than half an hour I had found a running skirt, and a pair of breastforms, that filled my top perfectly. The man, his name was Hiro, approved and I sucked him with everything I had in me.

The next days, anticipating to meet Hiro again, I jogged with my new breasts and in my running skirt. But it was clear that my top didn't hold the weight well enough, and I went back to the erotic shop where I had bought them. The sales lady helped me, she removed any hair I had on my chest, and pressed the breasts in exactly the right place, holding them for a few minutes. They would not come off again, she promised, unless I used a special dissolving liquid. I didn't care, I only thought of pleasing my men. So she suggested a special chastity device that would hide my manhood between my legs, under some artificial skin that looked like a vagina. She secured it with the same surgical glue that she used for my breasts. She owned a women-only gym as well, she said, and I was eligible to join now, so I could work on my waistline. By joining I could pick a sexy outfit for half price. I bought a leotard that I could wear in the gym and a lingerie set just for fun.

It took a few days before I met Hiro again. By then I had spent hours and hours with a personal trainer in my new gym to shape my figure. At night I dreamed of Hiro, trying to stimulate myself, which made me pleasantly hot between my legs, though my manhood under there was not affected. I didn't care, because Hiro approved.

Except he wasn't happy with my face and hair. He called me Kiko now, so I better look like a Kiko. He gave me the address of an Asian spa, and a piece of paper with some Japanese writing on it. The lady at the spa had no trouble reading it and she nodded. In the next four hours I received hair extensions and my hair was now long and raven black. Plus they did my face with permanent makeup after lasering every hair off. They told me to come back in six months, to refresh it for another six. When I looked in the mirror I had slanted eyes myself now, and you wouldn't mistake me for anything but a Japanese woman.

But Hiro was happy, that's all I cared about. After I milked him he told me that I should change my name officially to Kiko, before I'd see him again, and he wrote out my new last name as well.

It took a few days before my name was changed and I was listed now as female, after I gave my daily blow job to the public servant, who had me take off all my clothes to confirm I was indeed of the female gender. He reworked my birth certificate and got me my new driver's license.

I had started by now a Japanese full immersion class, that taught me the language as well as the culture in a 24/7 program, in which I dressed in traditional kimonos. The next time I met Hiro he approved when I greeted him in Japanese and asked him to suck his dick. He pointed out a few imperfections on me though, like I still had some body hair and my nails were too short. Nothing that wasn't easily fixed.

When I met Madame Miranda again, while I was reading a Japanese book in the park, she told me it was day 20 of our double dare. She was pushing a stroller with a beautiful baby girl in it. She asked me if I minded giving her baby my breast and although I told her in my own strong accent now, that my breast wasn't real, she told me not to worry. She took me to a private nursing area, and when I took the baby girl to my nipple, it sucked eagerly, and I could feel milk flow through my nipple. She took from both my breasts and I felt some relief from their heaviness.

There was one more thing, Madame Miranda told me, as she showed me how to change the diaper. The baby had a tiny penis, and she told me to kiss it. When I put my lips around it, it simply vanished, leaving a small vagina in its place. The baby laughed loud from my kiss and her eyes were clearly Asian now as well. She's yours, Madame Miranda told me, you both have fulfilled your dares now. Enjoy your new life's. Wait, I told her, holding up the baby girl. This is Miranda, named after her godmother. I looked hopeful in her eyes, and Madame Miranda nodded. Even better than I had seen in your future, she said, and then she left.

When I came out, Hiro was waiting. Kiko, he said in Japanese, are you okay? How is Mira doing? And he lovingly took our baby from the stroller to kiss her. Let's go home, he said, and work on the next. I promised you at least five when we got married. I looked at my wedding band and nodded, hoping for a twin. I kissed Mira and thanked her for taking me to the fortune teller three weeks ago.