Swaperella

**SilkyBulge43: Can I see you? I mean, if that’s okay?

Pat took a deep breath and remembered himself again. He was not, in fact, PattyCake69, the horny kindergarten teacher who liked to talk dirty online. He was just some lonely guy looking for a little fun. “But, oh,” he thought, “if I were her!”

**SilkyBulge43: Are you there?

Pat typed his answer without thinking.

**PattyCake69: Yes, baby. I was just slipping into my black lace teddy.

Just then, Pat felt his t-shirt begin to shrink. It turned from a stained white to a translucent black, embroidered into a series of small flowers. It tingled, then tickled, then stopped. And, all of a sudden, Pat was actually wearing a black lace teddy.

**SilkyBulge43: Mmm nice

**SilkyBulge43: I bet you look so beautiful in that, teacher.

“Oh my God,” whispered Pat, feeling over his new outfit. He looked back at the screen, then typed some more.

**PattyCake69: Thank you. They’re my favorites. They go great with my black satin panties.

The moment he hit “enter,” his boxers tightened. Softened. Shrank. And, at that instant, Pat knew the magic was real.