Witch-Net Encounters: Room Service

James, a very successful young business man from New York City, had embarked on a business trip to Mexico City. His intentions were twofold - to attend to his professional commitments and secure a brand new investment deal that would propel him further up the corporate ladder (with all the cash bonuses that came with it) and partake of the 'local cuisine'. Of course, James wasn't interested in food, no his intention was something a little more...interactive. It hadn't taken much, plenty of his colleagues had done this before and it wasn't exactly the first the thrity year old had done. Of course the lone hiccup of the plan was that it had to be kept entirely secret from his wife, Mary. The somewhat plain-jane woman had been growing more and more clingy lately and continually been bringing up 'having a baby'. A squealing little pink burrito that puked and pooped everywhere, and more importantly, sucked cash out of his wallet, wasn't part of his future. As such James had been less than faithful with Mary, preferring the transactional ease of hooking up with incredibly hot women a few times a week under the pretense of 'setting up' the very deal he was now traveling for. And for a businessman that was growing very, very comfortable with the good life, James had made sure to book a elegant hotel in the Heart of Mexico City...And arranged for the sexiest, most eager to please courtesan to be in his room when he arrived.

Leaving New York had been the hardest part so far, with Mary being especially clingy and begging James not to go, to stay with her and be together rather than drift farther apart. But her nagging had rolled off her husband's back like water off a duck. He'd barely pecked her cheek goodbye before darting through the gate for his plane, never seeing the tearful look of hurt and rage on his wife's face as she fished a small, strange looking twig that was adorned with yarn and feathers out of her purse and snapped it in two. Nor did James see the small, purple mote of light that sped after him, passing into his body without ever being detected. The flight itself was enjoyable enough, first class, of course, and all the pampering that came with it and premium service from the more attractive stewardesses. Being rich was so great! Of course he did have to field a few final calls about the meeting during the flight, but as they grew closer and closer to the near-equatorial city, a sense of excitement filled James as he anticipated the evening ahead. James, nor anyone noticed, that the closer the plane got, the brighter the glowing spot on the back of his suit became.

Mexico City's airport was busy and crowded, but not quite so for James. The company's private terminal meant that his baggage never got lost and that he was checked in and out of customs and waiting for the private car to the hotel in just under thirty minutes. The car itself was luxurious, only the best, of course, and James helped himself to more than a little of the luxury vehicle's stock of fine liquors on the somewhat irritatingly slow meander through the city's dense traffic. By the time the sedan had broken free of the gridlock and was making it's way towards the far more upscale district of the city where the hotel was located, the unfaithful businessmas was more than a little drunk. But he'd managed to stagger into the hotel and check in with only a minimal slurring of his words, and once again no one, not even James, could see the now pulsing purple light that had engulfed his body. With every floor the elevator passed the aura around James grew more and more intense; by the time he stood in front of the luxury suite's door, to anyone with magical sight, James was almost painful to look at. But, not knowing that anything was wrong, James swiped the keycard and pushed open the door to his home away from home, grinning drunkenly from ear to ear at the splendor of the suite.

But the moment that James stepped across the threshold from the hallway to the room, the purple light flashed and this time, James heard an audible POP sound, suddenly finding himself frozen in place as the suite's door slowly creaked closed behind him. A tingling warmth spread from his fingertips to his core, accompanied by a mysterious energy that seemed to envelop him. His mind was suddenly clouded, as if a fog had descended upon his memories. Confusion washed over James as he glanced at his reflection in the floor-length mirror. To his astonishment, his appearance started to shift before his eyes. His once familiar face became softer, more delicate, as masculine features softened and gave way to feminine contours. The color of his skin transitioned, taking on a rich, sun-kissed complexion that spoke of Mexican heritage. His shoulders rounded, his neck slimmed, and the most dramatic changes made themselves known as a pair of breasts swelled out of his torso! What little muscle the businessman had possessed vanished as the hair of his body faded away as his scalp tingled, a waterfall of black hair tumbling over his feminine shoulders. His hips swelled outwards along with his ass, and his legs became long and slender, ending in two tiny, manicured feet as his mannish hands turned long, delicate, and equally manicured. James let out a loud, feminine gasp that turned into a moan of pleasure as his dick pulled up into his body as his sexual organs re-arranged themselves, and soon there was no trace that the incredibly curvy, sexy Hispanic woman standing in front of the suite's door had ever been a man. But the changes were not yet finished. James's clothing underwent a metamorphosis as well as his business suit faded away, replaced by a captivating ensemble of lace that gently graced his new female form, enticing and inviting to any man who would want to sample the contents barely contained within. Black heels morphed into existence from his business shoes, and whatever remnants of Jame's business suit still remained evaporated into a cloud of makeup that, as if under it's own power, expertly applied itself to James's new face, enhancing an already natural beauty to maximum sex appeal.

With the physical transformation complete, James's eyes changed from hazel green to a deep, rich brown, and with it, a lifetime of memories. His...Her name wasn't James, it was Alejandra! And she wasn't some Gringo! She was born and raised in Mexico City! Every last memory of ames's life faded away, replaced with what now felt as natural memories of growing up in the crowded city as a native Latina. Her large family, her natural beauty giving her power over boys, and having plenty of sex, becoming a master of it...And realizing that there were far bigger Pesos to be made by putting herself up for rent to all the rich foreign businessmen that frequented the city center. She'd managed to shrug off her handler and leave the run-down parts of the city for a better life. One that she deserved, even if it meant being wrapped around or sitting on top of flabby old Gringos. So long as they paid well, it didn't really matter. The woman who stood before the mirror was a testament to beauty, confidence, and sensuality. Alejandra stepped over to the suites mirror and primped herself one final time, making sure that she looked every bit the perfect little Mexican slut thateveryone expected her to be. Nothing more than another high-class escort girl. A knock at the door drew a quiet sigh, and then Alejandra put on her game face. She sauntered over to the door and pulled it open slowly, giving the older American man on the other side plenty of time to drool over her form.

"Hey papi, did you, like, order room service?" She said in her husky, heavily accented English impersonation of an American bimbo as she posed seductively in the door frame. She wasn't one of those dumb white girls, of course, but her clients liked it when they thought she was just a dumb Mexican girl who spoke just enough English to break the language barrier and make them feel more at ease. They tended to be more free with their valuable American dollars that way.

"Oh! Look at you! Why yes, I mean...SI! Si, I am ready to show you plenty of good times..." The flabby American croaked, his penis already tenting through his business slacks as he dropped his luggage in the room and quickly closed the door behind him.

In moments Alejandra, formerly James, was in his arms, feeling his clumsy hands travel across her body and his smelly breath fill her nose as he began to kiss her. The evening unfolded with a seductive dance of passion as best as she could make it. That was the both the best thing about and the biggest problem with American men, they didn't know how to truly pleasure a woman like her! She had to fake most of the sounds of pleasure, and before she knew it, the fatso had grunted, shot his load, and rolled off her and fallen asleep. It was good that the rest of the night was hers to do with as she wished...But still, she had her own needs! Oh well, that was simply part of the job! She spent the next couple of hours indulging in a wonderfully hot shower, room service and fine food before she rejoined her current employer in bed. As dawn, the old American had woken out of his sex-induced stupor and had proceeded to wake Alejandra, wanting more from his 'toy' before he went to work for the day. Re-energized, the Gringo was MUCH better, both in bed and in the shower before he finally tossed her aside like a used rag and left for whatever business deals he had planned for the day. And Alejandra? She was filled with satisfaction and a lingering desire. Maybe this job wouldn't be so bad after all...She was already getting aroused just thinking of how much fun this week was going to be!

Meanwhile, back in the United States, Mary watched the woman that used to be her unfaithful asshole of a husband start to pleasure herself in the hotel suite. She'd known about the other girls for a while. She'd cried about it and then did her best to win James back to her. But her efforts had been wasted, and when Mary had found out that James was using his business trip as an excuse to fuck around outside the United States...Well, what little love and patience she'd had left snapped. She'd gone on that strange website and bought that strange little trinket, the instructions telling her to decorate it with items that would influence what she wanted James to become...And then when he'd spurned her that one last time at the airport, he'd sealed his fate. Snapping the trinket had cast a spell on James and had erased him from the world entirely, leaving Alejandra the Mexican whore in his place.

Now free of her cheating husband, maybe Mary could find a man that would be true. And if not, well, the Witch-Net was only a few clicks away...