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The Nail Fetish The Nail Fetish by Alicia It's kind of hard to believe what
has happened to me. It's even harder to try to organize it into this story.
But I'm going to try. I think it all starts with my fetish. I mean, many
people have fetishes. There are rubber fetishes, feet fetishes, many types. I
have a fingernail fetish. In my mind, there is nothing more erotic than
beautiful hands with long, perfectly painted nails dancing on a computer
keyboard or a piano or tapping on the table. If I see a woman, I get hard
instantly. Well, I used to get hard, anyway. It was a normal Monday night. I
left my dorm and drove to the local Long John Silvers with a handful of
coupons that I got in the mail (college students have to save money wherever
possible). I was the only person there so I was waited on immediately. This
beautiful girl was at the register, and when she reached her finger to hit the
"Three Piece Chicken" button, I saw a perfectly manicured 1-inch long nail
with glittery gold polish on it. It was beautiful! When her nails scraped my
hand when she gave me my change, I almost came right in my pants. She put a
bottle of "Special Malt Vinegar Sauce" on my tray and said it was good and to
try it. I was still staring at those beautiful hands. I selected a table and
sat down, debating if I should go to the john and jack off, but I didn't want
anybody accidentally throwing away my food. So, I sprinkled some vinegar on my
fish and took a bite. My watch beeped the hour at 8:00 PM, and a few minutes
later the heavenly handed woman sat down across from me and intorduced herself
as "Jeannie." I guessed that she was just getting off shift. I almost fainted
when she reached out to shake my hand. And then she said something that
totally caught me off guard. "I saw you staring at my hands. Do you like my
nails? I do them different every day. I go to a beauty school and I'm working
for my nail technician degree." All I could do is hyperventilate. "Would you
like to come to my place and, er, study?" I couldn't say a word. All of a
sudden, I felt her foot working it's way up my thigh. I looked down and saw
her golden toenails, clad in sheer nylons, start to rub my cock. "I'll take
that as a 'yes'!" she said when she felt my cock stiffen. She told me I could
leave my car in the parking lot and we got into her Ford Escort. We ended up
at a stylish studio apartment just outside of the city. On the way there, all
I could do is watch her hand work the gearshift and hope that later it would
be shifting my cock into gear. In school, she was practicing "nail tips" and
she wanted to practice oon me.
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I figured what the hell, nail polish comes off.
Well, before I knew it, I had 1 1/2" long nails and she was asking "what
color?" I selected a "pink champagne" color and she said that was an excellent
choice. I soon had very nice, translucently pink nails. You could just barely
see a hint of the white tip that Jeannie put on. She then started untying my
Nike's and wriggled them off. She wanted to give me a pedicure, too! She
removed my socks, and started to file my toenails. She started coating them
with bright red polish, but she stopped just before my last remaining toe and
reached up and let my cock loose. She slowly engulfed it into her mouth, her
long golden nails playing with my balls. Soon, I erupted, sending loads of
thick gooey cum down into her throat. I had never been blown like that before.
As I was spurting, she said something to the effect of "You deserved one last
blow," but I wasn't really paying attention to her cum-dribbling mouth. She
started to get back to work on my feet, finishing that last toenail. All of a
sudden, I started to feel all funny inside. It started at my fingertips. I
looked at them, and they started to feel very hot. I looked at the underside
of one of my nails, and saw that the fake nail tip had fused itself to my real
nail! Then, from my hands back, my arm hair started to thin out. As I realized
what was happening to me, I passed out. I awoke to the sight of her face right
above mine. Her beautiful, glossy pink lips were approaching my mouth so I
happily opened my mouth and let her tongue slip inside. I saw my long-nailed
fingeres run through her hair, and I wasn't surprised. But, when we broke our
kiss, and I looked at her face, there was now red lipstick smeared around her
glossy pink lips. I looked at the mirror, and there I was...well, there SHE
was. Then, the events of the last night hit me...In the mirror, sitting on the
bed, was a WOMAN. No cock. Big tits. Long, tan, shapely legs. A PUSSY! Long
pink nails. Deep red toenails. A fully made up face. I was a fuckin' WOMAN!
Jeannie looked at me and smiled. She said that I was named Alicia, and, since
I liked nails so much, I will be going to the same cosmetology schoolthat she
is going to and get my manicurists degree so I can look at nails all the time.
All I could ask is "How can this be? Why am I a woman?" and she started to
explain. I can't remember exactly what she said, but I'll pass this moral to
all of you guys that get turned on by nails: If you like to eat at Long John
Silvers, and some beautiful girl with beautiful nails takes your order, DON'T
TRY THE MALT VINEGAR SAUCE!
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