The Flash Friday Fiction gang are the best damn group of perverts you'll ever read.
Every Friday we write flashes of precisley100 words inspired by a given picture.
The morning sun bathed her pale skin in its welcoming glow. Its touch was soft, gentle, golden as her hair. She sipped the tea. It caressed her throat and spread its warmth through her. Blonde locks tumbled down over her shoulder as she turned to face her dawn.
Silently she pondered the day ahead, all the days ahead.
It had worked just as she had promised.
They had cast the spell and she had slept deeply for her last night as a man and awoken, fresh and new, to her first day as a woman. Now they could be lovers..
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