[TG] May Day - Finale

A reluctant photographer is sent to a small English village to document their May Day celebrations, only to run afoul of a witch who transforms him into a woman with a twist. The photographer keeps living the same day, over and over, trying and failing to escape the itch before she can transform him again. That's right, it's Groundhog Day, but TG flavoured!

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I could barely contain my excitement as Rosie and I rushed into her cozy cottage, giggling like teenagers. I already knew this would be the best loop yet; for the first time, Mary had completely fled my mind.

"John, oh my God, this is so weird. It feels sort of naughty!" Rosie exclaimed, her bright green eyes sparkling with mischief. 

Her plump figure, accentuated by her tight jeans and a white blouse, made my mouth water. I’d had sex plenty of times before, but never as a woman. The anticipation was making my whole body hum with excitement. I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs. It was so different compared to getting turned on as a man, almost addicting. It felt exhilarating to be ready to go again so quickly after our little romp on the hill.

"Show me everything. I want to blow your mind in the next loop by knowing all your little sensitive spots." I grinned, stepped closer to her, placed my hands on her waist and pulled us back together. 

I buried my face in hair, nuzzling at her neck with my lips. Her scent, a mix of wildflowers and musk, filled my nostrils, sending a surge of lust through me. I didn't know where to begin. 

"Rosie, I..." I trailed off, unsure how to express the raw need coursing through my veins.

She tilted her head, her freckled nose scrunching up adorably. 

"What is it? You look like you've got something on your mind. Something you want to... do to me?" Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, her suggestive tone sent a shiver through me. 

"You know I do, Rosie." 

Without waiting for a response, I leaned in and captured her lips with mine. This kiss was just as electric as the last. Rosie's lips were soft and inviting, and she eagerly met my passion, her tongue dancing with mine. I moved my hands up to cup her face, my thumbs brushing against her flushed cheeks as I opened my mouth to explore hers. Her soft moans fueled my desire, and I felt her hands slide down my back, pulling me closer, needing to feel my body pressed against hers.

We broke the kiss for air, both of us breathing heavily. Rosie's chest heaved with excitement, and I couldn't resist sliding my hands down to grasp her full breasts through her blouse. She gasped as I squeezed gently, her nipples hardening under my touch.

"Your breasts... they're amazing," I murmured, lowering my head to nuzzle and kiss the sensitive skin of her neck. “Though…I probably could have rivalled them in a few loops.”

“I'm jealous, I don’t remember.”

“You noticed, I’m sure.”

I silenced her with a tight squeeze to one of her nipples, and Rosie arched her back, encouraging my exploration. Her hands moved to help, and in seconds, her top was open, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her generous curves.

I took my time, running my fingers gently along the lace, outlining her breasts, and watching as her skin pebbled with goosebumps. 

"They're so perfect, Rosie. I can't wait to taste them." I spoke softly, leaning down to take a taut nipple into my mouth through the fabric. She cried out, her hands tangling in my long hair, urging me on.

As I suckled and teased her nipples with my tongue, Rosie's hands worked on unfastening my pants, clearly eager to return the pleasure I was giving her. I didn't stop her; instead, I relished the feel of her nimble fingers unzipping my fly and sliding inside my boxers to cup my warm mound once more. 

"Mmm, you're so wet, John," she purred, stroking up and down. I groaned, breaking away from her breasts to savour the sensation of her touch.

"Feel how wet you've made me, too," she urged, pulling my hand down to the front of her jeans. I obliged, my fingers gliding over her dampness before sliding inside her panties. Rosie's pussy was like liquid silk, and I quickly slipped two fingers inside her, pumping slowly as she rocked her hips against my hand.

"Fuck, you're tight..." I groaned, my voice hoarse with desire. "I want to feel this hot pussy against mine."

She pulled away from my embrace, a mischievous gleam in her eye. 

"Not yet, John. Not until I've tasted every inch of you."

With that, she dropped to her knees, her hands tugging at my pants until they pooled around my feet. Her hair fell forward, forming a curtain as she pressed her tongue between my folds. I gasped, gripping her hair as pleasure shot through me. Rosie was a natural tongue swirling around my new clit with pinpoint precision. 

"Oh fuck, yes!" I cried out, my hips thrusting forward instinctively. Rosie hummed her approval. I could feel her smile against me.

“No need for that.” She mumbled before getting right back to it, I could feel her hot breath against my folds. 

“S-sorry, force og hab-Ahhh!”

Her tongue was right back at it, swirling and stroking along my velvet folds. It was a pleasure unlike anything I’d experienced, even in the field. 

"I'm... I'm gonna cum, Rosie!" I warned her, my voice cracking. 

I exploded into her mouth, juices dribbling down my legs, which she eagerly lapped up. 

Panting, I watched as she rose to her feet, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Now it's your turn to make me cum, John. I want to feel that mouth of yours between my legs. I just gave you a pretty good lesson."

I smiled, my eyes never leaving hers as I lowered myself to my knees. Spreading her legs, I marvelled at the sight of her plump thighs and the soft hair covering her pussy. 

"You are breathtaking, Rosie," I uttered in awe, before lowering my head to nuzzle her through her soaked panties. “You know, I never liked doing this as a man, fuck I was so wrong.”

“Yes, you were, now get going. I’m so fucking hot right now.”

Despite the order, I couldn’t help but tease her a little longer, pressing the fabric of her panties into her folds. Her scent was intoxicating, and I inhaled deeply, savouring the aroma of her arousal. I hooked my fingers under the elastic of her panties and slowly slid them down her thighs, taking my time to appreciate the revelation of her swollen pink folds and the curve of her thighs. She was right; I appreciated a girl with some meat on her bones. These legs were so much better than the sticks I was used to photographing. 

I blew gently on her wetness, making her shiver, before diving in. My tongue parted her slick lips, probing deep into her hole and then flattening to deliver broad strokes that had her moaning my name. I was lost in a haze of desire but did my best to copy the movements Rosie had made on me. Lapping and sucking at her sweet pussy, my nose nuzzling her clit as I teased her with gentle bites. Rosie's hands gripped my hair, guiding me as she rocked her hips, desperate for release.

"John, please... I'm so close!" she pleaded, her voice high and desperate.

I increased the pace of my tongue, zeroing in on her throbbing clit, and sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. My own pussy pulsed with the memory of how it felt to be on the receiving end of this attention. Rosie's cries filled the room as her body tensed, and then she shattered, her cum coating my face as she came hard on my mouth.

Gasping for breath, Rosie pulled me up, kissing me deeply, sharing the taste of her pleasure while we both tried to catch our breath. 

“Wow, we didn't even make it to the bedroom.” I giggled.

“That’s a first for me.”

“Maybe not next loop.”

Rosie pouted.

“No fair, I want to remember them all…”

“I’ll tell you all about them, don’t worry.” I snuggled against her as we wandered down to her bedroom. “You know, the idea of being stuck in this time loop doesn't seem to bad now. I can't wait to test out a new body against this.”

I stroked a finger up her side and watched her shiver in delight. 

“Sounds like a plan.”

~

I winced instinctually, expecting the hard hit of glass and the rumble of the bus engine beneath me. But instead, all I felt were cool sheets against my cheek and the familiar scent of Rosie’s hair. My eyes fluttered open, and they met with a tangle of long strands.

“Rosie?”

“John?”

We both shot up; we were still in her room, where we’d fallen asleep. Sunlight was filtering through the windows and birds were chirping outside. Rosie’s eyes were wide as they looked at me and then her phone, sitting on the bedside table.

“T-the date.” I stammered. “What’s the date?”

“May…Second.” She breathed.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. It quickly turned to breathless, bewildered laughter. 

“May second? Do you have any idea…holy shit. It’s broken? After all this time…” I shook my head in disbelief. “Just when I was starting to like it…”

“Why do you think she broke it?” Rosie asked as we got out of bed and slowly got dressed.

“I don’t know, but knowing Mary-”

“She’ll be around to tell us any second.”

I nodded.

We lapsed into an awkward silence as Rosie made coffee and we waited for the witch’s inevitable arrival. I closed my fingers around the mug, letting the heat seep into my skin as I processed exactly what this meant. No more changes, no more transformations and new bodies every day. I was stuck in this one, with my long hair, forever. I was a woman now. The realisation should have been more shattering than it felt. 

“So…if the loop is broken. What’s your plan?” Rosie asked eventually.

“I don’t know. Go back to London, try and find one of those shady dealers who can get me a fake ID…build a new identity. Just saying that sounds exhausting.”

Rosie hummed and pressed her lips together. 

“What about me?” She asked quietly. “I just want to know if I should get my hopes up or if this was just a fun, one-night stand for you. Even if it did happen more than once, from your perspective.”

“Like I said, last loop, uh, last night, was the first time we’ve ever done that. I swear.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

I thought for a second; I’d gotten so used to living in the moment. Why plan for tomorrow when it literally would never come? Now that I was out of the loop, and a woman, all plans I’d ever come up with in the early days weren’t applicable anymore. I couldn’t just go back to being myself. Looking over at Rosie though, I knew I couldn’t just leave her behind. She’d been my rock through most of this, even if I hadn't realised it at the time. 

“Have you ever wanted to go to London?” 

Her face broke out into a smile.

“I think I’d like that a lot.”

A sudden knock at the door had us both freeze; there was only one person who that could be. Rosie glanced at me meaningfully and nodded.

“Together,” I whispered, and we made our way to the door. 

Just as Rosie was about to reach for the handle,, the door swung open, and there was Mary, with that same signature smug grin on her face. 

“Hello, dears!” She grinned. “I just wanted to come and congratulate the happy couple on their big day.”

“Big day?” 

“You’re wedding, silly.” Mary cackled. “I saw how well you two were going on, so I took the liberty of stopping that silly time loop and changing a few things.”

“What kind of things?” Rosie asked.

Mary sat herself down at the kitchen table with that same cruel smile on her face.

“Well, John is now Joanna of course and you teo are legally married! Isn’t that fun. Now you can spend all day, every day together! Isn’t that fun!”

Rosie and I looked at each other and a moment of understanding passed between us.

“I’m a woman forever?!” I cried in horror, doing my best to sound as dramatic as possible. “No! Please, you ave to change me back, Mary! I beg you!”
 “I can’t be married to her! We only just met, oh please, this is just awful!” Rosie chipped in, crocodile tears building in her eyes. 

“Well, that’s a problem for you both to figure out.” Mary said arrogantly, clearly buying every word.

“No, I can’t take this.” I said dramatically, “I’m going back to London.”

“Well, you’re not leaving me behind!” Rosie said in mock anger. “We need to sort this out.”

Mary just threw back her head and cackled.

“Have fun, you two.” She said with a wave, showing herself out. The door slammed and we both waited for a moment before bursting into laughter. 

“Do you think she bought it?”

“Totally, she’s too conceited to think otherwise.” Rosie snorted. “So…married, huh?”

“There are worse fates.” I shrugged. “At least I don’t need to get a whole new identity sorted. Are you okay with it?”

“Ever since she first cursed me I’ve learned to go witht he flow. SO I’m okay. Are you okay? I mean, this is a lot for you. I don't want yout o feel like we actually have to stay together-”

“Rosie?”

“Yes?”

“You’re babbling again.’
 “Oh. Sorry. So, we’ll pretend to be miserable until we can get packed up land move to London?”

“And from there…who knows? At least Mary won’t be around to bother us anymore.”

Rosie laughed, and we went about organising breakfast. It wasn't a perfect ending to this whole nightmare, but it was one I could live with. At the very least, I had gained a hot wife. There was no telling if we’d stay friends or ever properly fall in love, but something told me that with Rosie at my side, life would at least never be boring. 

“You know, I always wondered to myself why I didn't just up and leave to get away from her.” Rosie sighed. “Now, I am glad I didn’t, or this never would have happened.”

I grinned wryly at her and leaned in to wrap my arms around her neck.

“Is this the part where you declare that you’re madly in love with me?”

“You?” She snorted. “I just met you yesterday!”

I laughed and gave her a quick kiss. 

“And yet you married me.”

Rosie just shrugged and put on a mock version of my own voice. 

“There are worse fates.”