She Makes Him into a Better Lover

The orgasm rippled through Jenny's sensuous body as she tried to muffle her moan. As usual, she was masturbating on their living room couch after she and Eric made love. As usual, their lovemaking left her unfulfilled. As usual, she was forced to finger herself until she was satisfied. Tonight she brought herself off twice because Eric was particularly clumsy and had left her especially frustrated. She only succeeded in partly muffling her moans, but Eric was asleep upstairs, as usual, and did not notice.

With a sigh, for the thousandth time Jenny reflected that her marriage was perfect, except sexually. Eric was willing and eager, but possibly was the world's worst lover. He had no clue about what made a woman happy. No clue about sexual timing or subtlety of any type. He simply could not place himself in the position of a woman even slightly, and for this reason could not even guess what would make her satisfied in bed. Out of bed he was the ideal guy - but in bed he was pathetic.

Jenny had tried telling him what to do sexually. First she told him subtly, then more explicitly, and then hit him over the head with instructions. She bought him books, magazines, and videos, all to no avail. In fact, she had not had an orgasm with him in well over a year. At the risk of being immodest, she knew that she had a sexy body and a passionate nature. She did not want to live a life of celibacy however, and if she could help it, wanted more sexually than her own index finger. If only she could think of some way to make Eric into a better lover.

The next day was Saturday, and Jenny spent it, as usual, traveling to yard sales and estate sales, looking for anything that caught her eye. She went to a house selling the estate of "Madam Blatafsky," who had died childless. As Jenny looked at the strange assortment of odds and ends that had comprised her estate, including a number of occult items, one item struck her eye: a box marked "Gender Change Potion".