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MS Magical Touch: Vol.2 Ch.22 Sam Getting Her First Catcall.
🕑 Added 2025-07-28 02:33:45 +0000 UTCSam came out of the store half giddy, while the other half was shaking its head in frustration.
"I spent over a thousand five hundred dollars. On clothes and jewelry. What the hell is wrong with me?"
Sam was holding his head in frustration, and he was trying his best to calm down.
"I just need to return the jewelry after I deal with the Lucas guy! Or he's going to buy me a new wardrobe... Huh? N-No! He's going to change me back!"
Sam's cheeks were bright red and his pussy was moist.
"Gah! Stupid woman body! Why is it so horny? AUGH... Just ignore it and walk! I'm only 15 minutes away!"
Sam's legs were shaking, and his hips were swaying. He tried fighting it at first, but after a while, he gave up and decided to embrace it.
"Whatever. If I'm stuck like this for a little longer. I might as well enjoy it. This is good research. When I become a guy again, I can have a girlfriend who's into this stuff."
Sam was trying to justify his actions, but his feminine side was happy as he was strutting down the sidewalk. It didn't take long before Sam was getting stared at by almost everyone. They were all men, and their eyes were glued to his butt and his breasts.
"Oh wow. She's got a nice ass."
"That chick is a total 10. I wouldn't mind fucking her."
"God damn. Those tits are amazing. I wonder what she's wearing under that dress."
"Fuck. I can't wait to get home. I'm going to beat my meat to her."
Sam never felt like this before. At first, he was enjoying all this attention, but once they talked about fucking him. It was starting to creep him out.
'They know that I can hear them, right? Gah! Why the fuck is that guy licking his lips!... When I get turned back, I promise never to cat call a woman on the streets ever again!'
Sam was disgusted and was trying his best to stay calm. He heard them whistle at him and pretended not to hear them.
"Ah! Come on baby! How about a show?"
One guy was catcalling him and Sam ignored him.
"Come on! Just lift your dress up! I want to see your panties!"
Sam was walking faster, and his heart was pounding.
"Tck! She just a stupid bitch."
This struck a chord inside Sam like never before. It was an anger he had never felt before.
"Fucking bitch. If she were my girl, I'd teach her a lesson. Sluts like her need a real man."
Sam stopped in his tracks, and the guy who was catcalling him stopped too.
Sam looked at him with a calm fury that was quite frightening as he studied the guy who was talking about him.
He was 6'2, tanned skin, out of shape, and had a bald head.
"What? Do you have a problem?" The guy said as he was acting like a tough guy.
"I was just going to go on my way, but you seem to have a problem with me."
Sam's voice was calm, but his body was shaking.
"Yeah. You're a fucking slut. What else is there to say?"
"Oh? Well, it must suck to be a 40-year-old virgin who can't get attention from any woman unless you are insulting them."
Sam's words were calm, and they hit the guy hard.
"I'm not a fucking virgin! And I'm 30 years old!"
"Well, it's unfortunate that you're balding at such a young age... Maybe you should get some Rogaine. But it won't get rid of those wrinkles."
The guy was pissed and didn't know how to respond.
"I'm not fucking bald! I shave my head!"
"No need to lie. It's a shame, and you can't even grow facial hair." Sam said as he couldn't believe he was doing the same thing other women did to him. But when he saw this asshole talking shit about him. His rational side went into overdrive, and his feminine side was in lockstep. "But that can't excuse the beer belly. You should really work on that. No woman would want to date a guy like you."
Sam was taking a page from every woman who ever talked shit about him. And now that he was a girl, he was going to use everything in his arsenal. And with each counterclaim she threw, the more bystanders started to snicker.
"W-What the fuck? Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"I'm sorry. Did I touch a nerve?"
Sam was being sarcastic, and the more the guy got mad, the more bystanders were laughing.
"T-This is why I hate women like you! You think you can find the perfect guy. But you never will! So stop flaunting your ass and go fucking kill yourself, you fat bitch!"
The guy was seething, and Sam's heart was pounding as he had never verbally taken down someone who was trash-talking him.
"I'm sorry. But I wear my fat way better than you. And you say I'm looking for someone perfect? I want someone who is trying to better themselves. But from a simple glance, everyone can tell that you don't give two shits about yourself. So, how are you going to give any shits about a woman? I hope your hands give you comfort at night because I know no one else does. I feel bad for anyone who has to deal with your small dick. But don't worry, there are plenty of girls who are into small dicks."
The guy was livid as everyone was laughing at him, and he couldn't find the words to respond, and left in a hurry.
"Wow. Nice job, Hun! You put that creep in his place!"
A young woman came over and congratulated Sam.
"Um?... Thank you."
"I've never seen a woman take down a guy like that. You were amazing!" Another woman, who was wearing a nice summer dress, said enthusiastically.
"You're so cool. And the way you dressed him down was awesome."
A group of four women approached Sam. He was surprised by how many women came up to him. And the stranger part was that he didn't feel the urge to flirt with them or anything like his usual self. It felt like he was surrounded by friends.
"Um... I just know how guys like him think. It wasn't anything special." Sam said, trying not to blush.
'That's because I was that guy... I-I should find those women and apologize to them.'
Sam was humbled by the attention, and his feminine side was coming to the surface.
"You're too modest, Hun. I'm sorry, but what's your name?" The woman who complimented him asked.
"S-Sam. It's Sam. And thank you for the compliment."
"I'm Emily. It's nice to meet you, Sam. This is Ashley, Lisa, and Kelly. Do you want to hang out with us?"
Sam wasn't expecting to be invited to hang out with a group of women, and it made him happy.
"Sure. I'd love to. But I have something I need to do first." Sam said as he needed to find Lucas and make him turn him back.
"Oh? Where are you going?" Ashley asked.
"It's kind of personal."
"Is it a guy?" Kelly asked, and the others giggled.
"Kelly." Lisa scolded her friend for asking a silly question.
"What? I'm just asking."
Sam thought about how to respond. He couldn't tell them that he was a guy and needed to turn back. They would think he was insane. So, he decided to give them a half-truth.
"I-I'm going to check out this massage place on Maple Road."
"You're going to get a massage? You know... I've always walked by that place and never tried it." Lisa said, and her friends agreed.
"I wonder if they have hot male masseurs," Kelly said.
"Kelly." Emily and Lisa scolded her.
"I'm just saying."
"I believe it is run by an old man. But I haven't seen him in a while. Maybe his son or grandson is running it now." Ashley said, and Sam's heart stopped when he started thinking about Lucas.
"Do you want us to come with you, Sam?" Emily asked.
"Oh! Um... I'm fine if you want to join me."
Sam was thinking about the pros and cons and quickly came to the decision that having more people with him would be better.
"Are you sure?" Emily asked.
"Yes. You all seem nice, and it wouldn't hurt to have a group."
"Then we are in," Ashley said.
'Huh... I never knew it was this easy to become friends with a woman.'
Sam was smiling as the feeling of female companionship was warm and inviting.
"Let's get going," Kelly said.
"Wait. Should we get an Uber? It's not far, but with heels, it will be a hassle." Lisa said as she looked down at Sam's feet.
"The weather is too nice to be taking a ride. It's not far." Sam said as he started to walk towards Maple Road.
"How can you walk in those things?" Ashley asked.
"I don't know? Maybe my body proportions make it easier for me? Or... maybe I'm just used to it." Sam said as his mind was telling him one thing, and his body was another.
"I just remember getting blisters when I first wore heels," Lisa said.
"Yeah. You did have a hard time walking for a week." Ashley said.
"That's because you didn't break them in. You need to wear them a lot and you'll get used to them." Kelly said with a smirk as she started walking next to Sam.
"Don't listen to her. She's a monster." Lisa said.
"What? They're heels. If they're not comfortable. Just don't wear them." Kelly said as her face showed how obvious she thought her statement was.
The four women were in their mid-twenties, with the oldest being Emily. Who was 26. She was wearing a yellow summer dress with white sandals and was about 5'8 with red hair and green eyes.
Lisa was 25 years old, 5'6, with short black hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a red and white sundress.
Ashley was 24, 5'9, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a blue short-sleeved V-neck blouse and white shorts.
Kelly was 23, 5'5, dark brown hair, green eyes, and was wearing a red short-sleeved crop top and light blue jeans.
Sam was enjoying himself as he was surrounded by a group of women. Something that has never happened before. He felt a bond with them that was different than what he would feel with his male friends.
"So, Sam. Tell us about yourself. We already gave you a brief summary." Emily said.
"Oh? Well. I work as a stockbroker. I live alone. And I like video games."
"Oh wow. You're a stockbroker. That's pretty impressive." Ashley said.
"Not really. Anyone can get a job at a brokerage firm. Trying to predict the market is a crapshoot. But if you have the right information, then it's not a bad paycheck."
"Still impressive. But what do you do in your free time?" Lisa asked.
"Well..." Sam didn't know what to say. He would try to pick up women at bars or clubs when he was a guy. But that wasn't going to fly now. "I guess I like going to the clubs."
"Oh. I didn't know you were into clubbing." Kelly said.
"It was mostly when I had a few drinks."
"You drink?" Lisa asked.
"I wouldn't call myself a lightweight, but I wouldn't call myself a heavyweight either."
"God, dancing at the clubs is so fun if I didn't get hit on by creeps, and they always get pissed when you turn them down," Ashley said, and her friends agreed.
"That's not true. I love hitting the dance floor, but I can't dance for shit." Kelly said.
"Yeah, but when you do. Everyone has to stop and watch. Your dancing is so mesmerizing." Lisa said sarcastically.
"Hey! Don't be jealous. At least I can dance." Kelly said as she was acting like a brat.
"Don't fight, you two," Emily said.
"Sounds more like teasing to me," Sam said.
"It's a term of endearment," Lisa said.
"Whatever." Kelly pouted and crossed her arms.
Sam was giggling as the women were friendly, and it was refreshing to be around them. And before they knew it, they arrived at the front door of the massage parlor.
"Mr. Smith's Magical Touch?... Are you sure this place is legit?" Ashley asked as she was looking up at the building.
"It doesn't look shady," Emily said.
Sam looked through the window and saw an Asian teenager working the front desk. She looked like she was new as she was struggling with the phone.
"I'm sure it's fine."
"Well... We'll wait for you outside." Kelly said as she went over to the others.
Emily shook her head, "I just got my bonus in from closing my deal. I'm paying for all your massages."
"What? You don't have to do that." Lisa said.
"If I did, I wouldn't have said anything. Come on. I owe you all after you helped me move out of my old place." Emily added.
"Well, if you're paying? Then I'll go first! Hehe!" Kelly winked and stuck her tongue out.
"Jeez... I don't know why you keep acting like a teenager," Lisa mocked.
"Keeps me from getting wrinkles. Duh!"
"That... Doesn't make any sense," said Ashley.
Sam's heart raced at the thought of Lucas touching him again.
'Fuck me! I got so caught up talking to the girls that I didn't think up a plan. How am I supposed to tell him that he needs to turn me back? God damn! This is a fucking nightmare.'
Sam took a deep breath and calmed his nerves as he was trying his best not to let his nervousness show.
'Alright. It will be fine. Emily said she is paying for all the massages. So, I'll come up with something when it's my turn.'
Emily shook her head at Kelly, "Stop joking around... I like to get a massage before lunchtime."
"Okay! You're the boss." Kelly said.
The others nodded.
Sam took a deep breath and pushed open the door, and the group walked inside.
