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Witches (MF, FF, magic)
by Anonymous Author
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Bob lived in Salem and was married to Beth, the most beautiful woman
he had ever met. Before they were married, he told her about his
compulsion to cross dress, but she said that she would have none of
that. That if he wanted to be married to her, he would have to be
straight as an arrow from now on. Though it saddened him to give up
his CD ways, he loved this woman and she was certainly worth the
sacrifice.
For the first two years he was in bliss. But then things started to
change. It was getting increasingly difficult to be around Beth and her
pretty dresses and makeup. He wanted so much to try them all on.
Finally, his will power failed him, and one day while she was out
shopping, he indulged. It was as if he was in a trance. Hours passed
like minutes. Then suddenly he heard the door open. She was home and he
was trapped.
"Well, well. What do we have here? It looks like my husband, but it
couldn't be," she chided. "I told him two years ago that I never wanted
to see him dressed in women's clothes. So who is this person wearing
my clothes and makeup?" Of course, she knew it was Bob. Then he
learned the real truth about his beautiful wife. She was a witch, a
member of Salem's oldest coven. Her family had escaped the witch
trials of the 17th century and had lived a normal existance in the very
same town. But now, Bob had incurred her wrath. And he would pay with
a fate worse than death.
"Well, since you want to dress like a woman so much, why don't we make
it so that you have to dress like one all the time." Then she waved
her arms and the room filled with blue smoke... When the smoke
cleared, Bob had a full view of himself in the bedroom mirror. He was
still wearing the dress, high heels, and make-up, but his body had
changed. The dress, which had not fit well, now clung to an hourglass
figure. It accentuated a full bosom, narrow waist, and wide hips.
Auburn hair feel halfway down his back in curls. His face retained
most of his features, but they were more narrow and feminine. The
make-up really highlighted his new face.
"You have turned me into a woman!", gasped Bob. His voice
sounded strange, pitched higher and carrying a breathy quality.
"You wanted to look like a woman", replied Beth.
"Well now you are one. We will see how you like it. Oh, will you be
a dear and check the mail?". "I can't go out like this", complained
Bob. "Yes you can", said Beth, "unless you want to be a frog. It's
been done before you know!".
Bob went out to check the mail, hoping no one would see him. He
was surprised by his feminine sashay as he walked to the mailbox. As
he reached the mailbox, he saw a neighbor across the street. It was
Rick Jones. Rick was watching him and suddenly called out, "Hi Bobbi.
How is it going?" Bob grabbed the mail, replied with a quick "Fine
thanks", and fled indoors. Beth was waiting for him with a sly grin
on her face.
"Rick acted like nothing was unusual about me. And he called me Bobby. He
never calls me Bobby", said Bob. "No", replied Beth. "He called you
Bobbi. B-o-b-b-i, your new name. Everyone knows you as Bobbi now, my
old friend and roommate!".
Bob swallowed hard. Just then the phone rang. Beth picked it up,
listened, and then handed it to Bob. "It's for you", she said. Bob
reluctantly took the phone, put it to his ear, and said hello. An
elderly female voice responded, "Hello Bobbi. How is my little girl?"
It was his mother. Bobbi fainted. When Bob came to, he was on the
couch. He sat up and tried to recount the nightmare he had obviously
just had. Then he scratched his head and........
.....his hair was
long. And he was no longer dressed...
In shock, Bob looked over his naked body. His naked FEMALE body.
There was no denying what had happened. It had not been a dream;
somehow he had been turned into a woman. And a rather shapely, sexy
woman at that........ What was he to do? As the shock faded, he
felt a surge of excitement. A wonderful thought invaded his mind.
This was the very thing he had dreamt about for years! He had
fantasized about this
since he was a child. If he could get used to this new way of life,
he might be able to enjoy it for awhile.
The thought of Beth's wonderful red minidress wafted through his
mind...it would look so good now...and then he wondered just what kind
of clothes he would find in Bobbi's closet.
As Beth left the room, Bobbi got dressed, but simply a cotton skirt
and peasant blouse. She looked herself over again in the full-length
mirror, and was surprisingly pleased with her new image, although she
was still quite shaky about being a fully-functioning, biological
female. She slipped on a pair of pretty summer sandals and came into
the living
room, where Beth had obviously had her "big laugh" and was now
engrossed in a book.
Bobbi went to the refrigerator and, thankfully found a cold beer.
"You hate the stuff, girl", Beth said without looking up. "I hate
beer? Impossible!", replied Bobbi. "You were a man an hour ago", Beth
said. "Nothing in this house is impossible". She had a point, and
she was right.Bobbi spit out the first taste. "What DO I like?",
pleaded the young
lady. "You like Margaritas, but never at home", she answered."We
always go out to drink". "Then whose beer is this?", asked Bobbi.
"Rick's". As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. By habit,
Bobbi jumped up to answer it. "Hi, ladyfriend", said Rick. Bobbi
jumped back a few feet, suddenly reaware of who she was. And who he
was. "Uh, hi...Rick. What's up...I mean, what's new?", stammered
Bobbi. Beth never took her eyes up from her book. "Hi, Richard".
"Hi, Beth. Still pissed off, I see." No response
Then, without warning, he leaned over and planted a friendly kiss
on Bobbi's lips. "We still on for tonight, Bobbi?", he asked.
Bobbi was beside herself. she had never gone on a date with a guy
before. But her heart raced as she contemplated the possibilities of a
date with Rick. Rick was handsome and smart. He was taller than Bobbi
so she could wear her heels on this, her first escapade with a man as
a female. She was especially careful about doing her face. Brought
out
her finest bra and pantie set. Stockings and a garter belt and no
pantyhose for this date! she slipped a package of Trojans into her
purse and a small tube of KY. The doorbell rang and her heart skipped
three beats and she went to answer it. .....
"Hello, Dear", said the woman at the door. "Um....hi...Mom", came
Bobbi's somewhat sheepish reply. "Well, can I at least come inside?",
her mother asked. Bobbi's mind and heart were on overtime.
"Um...sure...please. Come in." "Do you have a date, or did you do
this just for me?", asked her mother, already knowing the answer.
"Actually, mother, I have a date with Rick tonight", replied Bobbi.
They stood awkwardly, just inside the closed door. Bobbi felt VERY
strange talking to her mother in a dress, talking about a date with a
man. Her mother seemed suddenly large and imposing, and suddenly
Bobbi realized why. Bobbi was no
longer taller than her mother. In fact, in her best heels she was
barely as tall as the older woman.
"You know that I am no fan of that Rick", lectured her mother.
"He is just using you. He will never make a commitment". Her eyes
bore down on Bobbi. Bobbi felt strangely small under her mother's
gaze. "That's not fair", Bobbi replied defensively. "He cares
about me very much!". Actually, Bobbi had no clue as to what her
relationship with Rick was like. "He certainly has never talked
marriage", blustered the older woman. "I just worry about my little
girl, that's all. I am afraid you will never get a man to marry you".
At this point, Bobbi FELT like a little girl, made smaller somehow
by her mother's criticism. Bob had always been able to shrug off his
mother's acid tongue, but not Bobbi. She could feel her eyes misting
up, and tried to fight off tears.
Just then the doorbell rang. Bobbi hoped fervently that it
would
be Rick.....
Amused by the turn of events, events that she had helped create with
her wicked spell, Beth sauntered to the door and opened it. It was
Rick, looking like he just stepped off the cover of "Esquire"
magazine.
"Hi Rick," Beth greeted. "Bobbie's waiting for you in the living
room. By the way,her mother's here." "Hi ladies," Rick said as he
entered the living room. "My, don't we look lovely tonight, especially
you Mrs.
McCallister. I certainly see where your daughter gets her looks from."
"Thanks...Rick," Mrs. McCallister said curtly, seeing right
through him. "Where are you and my daughter going tonight?" "First
dinner, we have reservations for eight," he replied.
"Then we'll just wait and see what else comes up. Ready Bobbie?"
Bobbi's mother looked at Rick and excused herself. Relieved she could
now concentrate on Rick. She felt like a kid with a new toy. Coyly,
she
sat down in a chair and crossed her legs, noting with pleasure the way
Rick's eyes followed her short skirt riding its way up her legs.
"Quit eating Bobbi up with your eyes!" teased Beth, "Or else she stays
home w. me."
"Beth, you promised to let us go out by ourselves." said Rick. "That
was our deal. You can have her all week, and I get her on the
weekends."
Beth slinked over to Rick, "But baby," she cooed in his ear,"can't
we all be friends. I would dearly like to see Bobbi and you in
action."
Bobbie could see a lusty smile on her date's face as he shifted in
his
seat.
"It wouldn't be right to leave Beth home alone." he declared. "Where
can the three of us go?" "Wait a minute minute, honey." said Beth
"I'm taking Bobbi to the bedroom for a talk and a change. Then you can
take us out. You don't mind, do you Bobbi?" said Beth with a look
that reminded her of her precarious position.
Once inside the bedroom, Beth turned to Bobbie and looked her
former
husband up and down. "You know, for someone who always liked to dress
as a woman, you certainly need to learn how to dress for a man," Beth
said. "
Look Beth," Bobbie said as forcefully as he could considering the
seductive quality of his voice. "Don't you think this has gone far
enough. I mean it's bad enough that you've changed me into a woman,
made the whole world think I'm a woman, but then you expect me to go
out with Rick. You know I couldn't stand him as a man. I certainly
don't want to be with him as a woman."
"My, defiant aren't we?" Beth angrily replied. "Considering your
current disposition, I don't think you're in any position to argue
with
me." "Look Beth. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Is that what you
want
to hear." Bobbie cried out. "I'll do anything for you, but I'm not
going out with Rick and that's final." "Okay, Bobbie. You win," Beth
said
slyly. "You don't have to go out with Rick. I have something better in
mind."
They entered the hospital and soon they were at their destination.
Bobbi found herself in the maternity ward, looking through a large
window at a room full of newborns. Bret was standing next to her,
still looking concerned. What is this all about, she wondered? What
is this supposed to do? Then a totally new feeling surged through
her. The
babies all looked so cute and adorable. She wanted to hold one! She
wanted to feel that soft bundle in her arms! This new feeling washed
over her, leaving her weak in the knees again. She NEEDED to hold one
of the babies. It was like her feminine craving for sex, only
different, not really erotic. Her breasts seemed to be responding
more than anything else: they ached,and soon she realized why. She
even wanted to feed one of the little tykes.
Bobbi's desire increased. She gasped and found it difficult to
tear her eyes away from the children. Finally she did and turned to
Bret. "I want to have a baby so much! I want to be a mommy. I want
to have your baby".
Bret smiled gently. He looked relieved. "I'm glad. I want you to
be the mother of my children". He put his arm around Bobbi and she
leaned on him. Bobbi observed the children closely, and they stayed
for a long time. Bobbi, completely immersed in femininity, daydreamed
about womanly things.....For what seemed forever, they gazed upon the
newborns. Bobbi and Bret had indeed come to a crossroads. Bobbi was
born to be a man, yet was now to become mother. Bret was truly loving,
in a way that she wasn't before - when she was Beth. Maybe this was
the way it was meant to be, although Bobbi was still having a hard
time of it. Bobbi was still a man inside, but he was getting smaller
every day. And Bret was becoming more masculine in Bobbi's eyes as
time went on. Was this the way it was supposed to be from now on?
"Let's go home, Bret", sighed Bobbi. "Are you sure?", asked Bret.
"Well, we need to really talk. And I mean REALLY talk!", said Bobbi.
When they
arrived home, Bobbi perched on the couch (her favorite perching
place),
and Bret remained standing. "Bret, would you please sit down?",
intoned Bobbi. To her astonishment, he obliged. "Bret, we have some
decisions to make. And you cannot sit idle while I go through all of
this by myself".
Bret shook his head in agreement (big deal). "If we are going to be
a family, are we going to be husband and wife, and if so, who is who?
"Honey", said Bret, "look at your driver's license". Bobbi reached
for her purse and looked in her wallet. She extracted her license. Her
face was quite more made up as she normally was, probably for the
picture, but her name read as "Roberta M. Edwards". So, the "M" was
for her maiden name - McCallister, and she knew that she had married
Beth Edwards. So now she was married to Bret Edwards, and that she was
now Bobbi
Edwards. At least it was a legitimate marriage. "Was it a nice
wedding?", asked Bobbi. "Beautiful, darling. Your parents were so
proud", replied
Bret. "Ok. You win. I give up. I'll be your ever-faithful, ever-
loving wife. What may I do to serve you, my husband?" Needless to
say, they made love several times that evening, and by dawn Bret was
sleeping soundlessly. Bobbi was now in a pensive mood. She loved
being loved by a man, yet she missed the manhood she had been born
with. She missed the power of being a male, and felt vulnerable and
helpless in the presence of men. She hated shaving her legs, yet loved
putting on makeup. She had hated
getting haircuts,now she couldn't wait for her latest visit to the
hairdresser! "So,Bret, are you ready to make this journey with me?",
asked Bobbi.
The months passed. By now, Bobbi was ripe with child. She was
always
tired and it was very difficult to get around. And her mood swings
were totally out of control, but not for the usual reasons. Though she
wore the body of a very pregnant woman, Bobbi was still a man
mentally. Beth, who was now Bret, had done nothing to change that. The
woman in Bobbi
dearly wanted to have this child, yet the man in Bobbi was greatly
disturbed by the turn his life had taken. He wanted to be the dad, to
teach his son (or his daughter) how to play baseball. Today, Bobbi sat
in the bedroom reviewing the course of events that led to the current
situation. And she started to cry.
Meanwhile in the living room, Beth/Bret watched a football game
with casual interest. Though she enjoyed the physical strength of
being
a man, she despised just about everything else. Darn that Bobbi, she
thought, why did he make me do this to him? To us? Just then, the
house shook and a figure appeared before Beth/Bret. "So, I see you're
up to your old tricks, eh Elsbeth. What did this one do to incur your
wrath?"
The figure wore a black, lacy, flowing gown. Though it covered most
of her body, it more than hinted at the lovely form beneath the
fabric.
More importantly, she looked exactly like Beth, except had long black
hair. It was Beth's twin sister, Sarah, who, of course, was also a
witch. For the next few minutes, Beth/Bret explained the situation
created by
Bobbi's cross dressing and how she planned on cruing him with her
magic.
"Silly Beth," Sarah replied. "You know that making him have a baby
is not going to work. Let's face it, once he has that baby, you're
both
stuck. Bobbi won't be able to go back and be a man and you certainly
cannot go back to being a woman. It wouldn't be fair to the child.
Besides, you know darn well that the only way to ensure that the baby
will be a witch or warlock is if you carried the baby. I think this
situation
calls for something more drastic than you conjured up sister dear.
Something that will REALLY teach him a lesson."
"But what do you suggest, Sarah," Beth/Bret asked. "And what about the
baby. It's almost time." "Oh, come on, Beth. You know very well that
with one wave of your hand you can make that baby disappear just as
surely as you turned your husband into a woman. Now this is what I
think you should do." Then the two witches huddled to plan their
strategy.
Back in the bedroom, Bobbi was stirred from the depths of depression
by the sound of the strange voice in the living room. After
struggling
to pull himself up from the bed, he opened the bedroom door and walked
out in the living room. Beth was nowhere to be found. Instead he
found his
sister-in-law sitting on the couch. "Hello, Bobbi," Sarah greeted
with a sly smile on her face. "I hear you like to play dress-up."
With that, she raised her arms high above her head and let out a
maniacal laugh. And Bobbi cringed at the sight of the blue smoke.
Again...
Bobbi was waiting for something to happen. She knew that every
time she saw the blue smoke, invariably something went wrong for her.
And the fact that her sister-in-law Sarah was behind it really
heightened her anxiety. She had not been feeling well lately, and
having no time to stand there and try to figure things out, she went
back to bed. As she fell asleep, she thought she could feel the baby
being unusually
active. She was being kicked an awful lot.
A couple days later, Bret was in the kitchen reading the paper.
Bobbi was in bed. She had been spending most of her time off of her
feet, since she had started experiencing the pains. They had started
the next day, after Sarah had left, but Bobbi made no connection
between the two. Suddenly Bobbi tarted to scream, and Bret came
running. Just as
suddenly, she passed out. Bret, thinking that this was more than he
had
bargained for with Sarah, called 911 and had Bobbi rushed to the
hospital. The doctor met them there.
Bobbi was rushed into the emergency room, and various tests were
performed on her. She was in there for several hours. Bret was
frantic,
and furious. He found a secluded spot, and summoned Sarah. "What have
you done to Bobbi? I didn't want her to be hurt. I just wanted to
teach her a lesson, and then change things back to the way they were.
Sarah, you
never said she would hurt like this. I love her. Please, please, help
her to feel better."
"Beth/Bret, control yourself. You wanted to teach Bobbi a lesson.
I am doing just that. I will not let anything happen to her. You will
just have to trust me on that."
At that moment, Bret was paged on the intercom system to report
to the emergency room. As he left, he told Sarah, "If you let anything
go wrong with Bobbi, I will never forgive you, and you WILL pay for
it." The doctor came out just as Bret walked into the emergency room.
"Come with me Bret. Let's go talk to Bobbi. She is doing fine, but
she has had some unforeseen complications"
As they walked in, Bobbi was sitting up in bed, a little pale in
the face, but feeling much better. "Doctor, what is wrong with me? Is
there something wrong with the baby? Am I going to lose it?" The
doctor responded, "Both of you, calm down. Everything is fine. There
were a few things that we did not notice before, but they are no
problems for your health. The babies are doing fine." "BABIES???"
they both cried in
disbelief. "Yes," the doctor said. "The triplets are doing just fine.
But, there is just one other problem..." "It looks like we'll have
to perform a C-section when it's time to give birth."
Beth/Bret gasped with horror, then grabbed Bobbi's hand and made
a quick exit. "I'm so sorry, Bobbi, I mean Bob. I never meant for any
of this to hurt you, just to teach you a lesson. I'd change you back
if
I could, but Sarah's spells are stronger than mine."
By the time they made their way to the lounge where Sarah was
waiting, Beth/Bret was outraged. "You have no right to do this to
him, change him back now," Beth/Bret cried out. "Oh, Beth, calm down.
You're the one who started this you know," Sarah said with a smile.
Beth/Bret knew that she was right, which only made her more angry.
"That's it, Sarah. I'm going to kill..." With the flick of her
finger, Sarah emitted a silver streak that stopped Beth/Bret in her
tracks. Then she disappeared altogether. "Now for you, my pretty,"
Sarah said to Bobbi. "I always thought there was something different
about you. But I never knew how different. You don't want the babies,
fine, I can change that. But there's more for you to learn about being
a woman. And this time I won't be so nice."
With that, the same silver streak captured Bobbi and sent him
spinning out of control, and into oblivion. Minutes felt like hours,
hours felt like minutes. But when he finally landed, Bobbi was
relieved. Whatever Sarah had done to him now, it couldn't be any worse
than the feeling of helplessness that he had just experienced. After a
quick inspection, he determined that he was still female. But where
was he?
Soon, flashing neon lights came into view. New York? Los
Angeles?
Las Vegas! Then he heard the sounds of passing cars and pedestrians.
He
was on a street corner. "Hey, baby, how much?" Bobbi was startled at
the sound of the man's voice. What's more, he was startled that the
man was
addressing him. Oh no, he cried, Sarah had turned him into a hooker...
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm not working now", Bobbi said to the man. She
quickly hurried off and ducked into the revolving door of a nearby
hotel. She was terrified that the man would chase her, but he didn't.
It didn't take Bobbi long to find what she was looking for.
Bobbi entered the ladies room and was soon inspecting herself in
the full length mirror. She was appalled by what she saw. Bobbi was
wearing a tight, red minidress that zipped up the front. The zipper
was not zipped up very far, revealing too much cleavage. The dress
was also too short, exposing most of her creamy thighs. It was made
of a stretch material that hugged every ample curve of her body. She
felt like she was wrapped tightly in Saran Wrap, but she knew that the
damn zipper would make it very easy to UNwrap her. TOO easy. Five
inch, red heels topped off the outfit.
Bobbi was relieved that her basic facial features had not
changed.
She had the same face, although her make-up was overdone and too
thick. Bobbi's lips were cherry red, as were her long fingernails.
Heavy blush accented her high cheekbones. Her jewelry was large and
garish, particularly the giant hoops that hung from her ears. But she
was most upset by what had been done to her hair:it had been bleached
platinum
blonde. Then she noticed her breasts. They were huge, much larger
than they had been before. And she had felt stacked before! Bobbi
had become a female sex goddess! Even the way her reflection in the
mirror stood reeked of sexuality; somehow it emphasized her breasts
and shapely buttocks, while her lips made a gentle pout. "Oh my
God!", was all she could say. Even
that came out as a sexy coo. What could she do now? Sarah must have
somehow done this to her. Could Bret help? Could she even find him?
She tried to zip up the front of her dress to no avail. The zipper
had been fixed so it would go no higher. She groaned in frustration,
only to hear her sexy, breathy voice one more time... Someone help
me, she thought......
.
Although it was hard to tell due to the glaring lights of the Las
Vegas skylight, Bobbi say a glimmer of daylight as she walked out into
the street. "Well I think it is just about time to help myself" she
thought. Opening her small bag her eyes popped. "I must have had a
great night",her sensual voice whispered, "at least this'll get me
started". Bobbi flagged down a cab. "Where to Baby doll", the
cabbie said as he leaned over the seat. "The nearest mall! And be
sure to keep your eyes on the road". Bobbi was amazed how forceful
she sounded. It was as if the
lifestyle Sarah had picked out for her was well suited to her. (in
some
respects) "But" she mused, "if I'm gonna live with THIS I'm gonna do
it MY way"!
On the outskirts of town cab pulled up to beautiful shopping
complex. Most weren't open but after nabbing some coffee and a
croissant Bobbi headed for the Beauty salon. A lovely girl was
opening
the door as she arrived. " Hi, we'll be open in a few minutes", she
said. "Do you mind if I wait inside", Bobbi pleaded? The girls eyes
were large and sympathetic and she agreeed. Two hours later Bobbi
left the shop much
happier with her shoulder length page-boy in a more subdued honey
Strawberry blonde with wisps of bangs. The girl had done a wonderful
job of reworking her makeup in a very natural fresh faced look; light
on the blush, Wine lips, beige lids, chocolate brown creases, a soft
pink under the brow, Cordoroy brows all accenting her large almond
shaped eyes. Next, on to Wild Pair. Here she picked up a pair of 3"
pair of very trendy Taupe shoes with a thick heel, a bag and a nice 4"
pair of Black velvet pumps with a matching bag. As she walked down
the corridor she spotted a store with some really cute fashion in the
window, CHARADE, appeared over the door."How apprepo", Bobbi thought.
For day wear she chose a cream colored suit of silk and wool blend
with an almost identical color of her shoes at the lapels and cuffs.
Jewelry??? medium sized oval pearls surrounded in gold and matching
braclet. For evening, a very revealing Black beaded dress in a
sweatheart neckline to show plenty of cleavage and to nicely hug every
curve, Dangle rhinestone earings, a thick rhinestone bracelet, and a
nice quality CZ soltaire for her right hand. "wrap these up" Bobbi
proclaimed as she pointed to her red ensemble, "I'll be wearing the
suit out of here".
"As you wish", the salesgirl replied. "I just wish all areas of my
life were this easy", Bobbi sighed to herself. Back outside she
entered a cab and declared, "CEASARS PALACE", in grand style, for the
first time in a
long time Bobbi felt King...or rather Queen of her own destiny. As
the
cab pulled up to her destination the door was opened for her and she
stepped out and into the Hotel. She registered under her Maiden name,
Bobbi McAllister, again feeling as though she were getting some
control back in her life. The room was plush and elegant with a
large firm bed from which she had a great view of the city. As Bobbi
picked up the phone and dialed home she swallowed hard. what would
happen? Who would pick up the other end? The machine did! Bret's
Masculine voice was there but it was a recording BEEEP! "Hello
honey"? she began, "this is Bobbi and somehow I'm in Las Vegas.
thanks to your sister. Begininng to have a wonderful time". After
hanging up she grabbed her bag and proceded downstairs. "If I'm going
to be a WORKING girl, I'm going for the BIG bucks"! ,she said in her
sexiest voice, key in hand and closed the door.
Bret arrived home that evening after an exhausting day at work.
There was a message on his answering machine. Upon hearing the
message,
he had only a few words. "That's funny. I don't know any girls named
Bobbi, and I don't have a sister, either. Must be a wrong number."
He went to his bedroom to change for a date with his new neighbor,
Sarah.
Bobbi awoke in her hotel suite clad in a see-thru camisole. After
a luxurious scented bath, he\she carefully shaved her legs & then
fixed
her hair. As she slipped into a cute but businesslike dress she mad e
a list of things to do, get transportation to Boston, call Bret and
get out of Vegas before someone (she knew not who) put her back on the
street
hooking. The new hair clothes & make-up helped, but even with these
changes, she could feel the eyes of nearly every man on the Vegas
street. Her heels clicked smartly down the sidewalk towards a travel
agency. "What's the hurry, baabee?" asked a tall highroller as his
Lincoln pulled up beside her. Bobbi looked him over; he was grey
haired and his whole persona ooozed money. In spite of herself Bobbi
smiled coyly and brushed her hair. "I'm leaving fun city, cowboy." she
said. "So put your gears in
neutral." "AW, don't be that way, darlin'. At least let me drop
you somewhere. I'm leavin' town, too." As Bobbi sat in the car she
crossed her silky legs & checked her face. So Bobbi sat in Mr. Big
Bucks limo adjusting the garter straps on her stockings. Mr. Bucks
asked her if she would care to go to a new night spot he was investing
in. Well, after looking him over and noticing that 4 caret diamond tie
tack had was sporting she thought, "Hey! what the Hey!, why not?" so
off the chauffer drove. Mr. Bucks kept starring at Bobbi's legs. Her
dress had hiked up above the garter straps and white thigh was
enticingly visible. She really didn't mind his stare and even enjoyed
the thrill of having a man admire her long stocking clad legs. She
opened her purse and took out her lipstick and applied a fresh coat of
the deep red color to her lips and then ran her tongue over them to
give a glossy wet look. Mr. Bucks kept his eyes glued on her legs all
the way to the new club. It was on the outskirts of the town. Lit by
glowing neon, a place called "LUCKY BUXX." He got out of the limo
after the chauffer opened his side of the door. Bobbi had to slide
over to let herself out and in doing so her skirt hiked up further
revealing the lace trim on her panties. She hurridly pulled the mini
down to the correct height at mid thigh. Her
heels clicked on the walk as Mr. Bucks took her by the arm tightly and
led her into his establishment. It was filled with all kinds of
people;
men dressed in gowns and women in tuxedos. WOW! A place inhabited
strictly by crossdressing men and women! Bobbi was soon surrounded by
a bevy of tuxedo wearing girls who all wanted to dance with her..She
was quite flattered that she was an instant "hit" and chose a
"he/femme" taller
than her. She was led to the floor and soon was melting in her new
found
heart-throb's arms...She snuggled up as close as she could as the band
played softly to the beat of a sensous drum. Something began to stir
within Bobbi. A feeling of total abandon swept over her as her
partner, Clark, (formerly Clara) looked in her eyes and placed his
lips close to hers. Clark and Bobbi's night was awash in passion as
they danced on clouds for hours.
Bobbi seemed to forget the fact that she was the only female in the
place who was dressed like one. As midnight passed, Bobbi and Clark
found their way to Clark's stylish apartment, and Bobbi was invited
in. Music. A few
drinks. Some fresh air on the terrace. Then Bobbi instinctivly
followed Clark into the bedroom. Her awakening came as Clark lowered
"his" trousers.
Bobbi had just about forgotten that she was the only real woman in the
club. She had also practically forgotten that Clark was really Clara.
Now she was confronted with undeniable evidence that Clark was really
a
woman dressed as a man, and she had a strange reaction to it. Bobbi
still
wanted Clark the man. But she also wanted Clara the woman.
Evidently,
there was still a strong element of Bob left inside her, even if he
was
deeply buried. Bobbi felt confused, but she realized something
important. Whether she was Bobbi or Bob, she really wanted to be
with Bret/Beth. They belonged together, and maybe it did not matter
who was the husband and
who was the wife. Somehow this gender swap had brought them closer
together, even though they were thousands of miles apart. Bobbi knew
that she would have to get back to Bret soon. But in the meantime,
Clara/Clark was looking awfully good. Bobbi embraced Clara/Clark and
they kissed deeply. This was going to be a night to remember...
In the meantime, Bret was just leaving Sarah's house. It had
been an unsatisfying date. Sarah had rebuffed all of his advances.
She had been nice enough, but had not let Bret touch her. And
frankly,
something felt strange about going out with Sarah. It felt
incestuous, almost like Bret were Sarah's brother.
Bret found a surprise when he let himself in the house. In his
bedroom, stretched out on his bed, was another neighbor. Rikki was
waiting eagerly for him. She was wearing a sexy black negligee and
looked especially tempting. She had pulled her hair softly back, and
taken much care with her makeup. Her moist red lips were parted
expectantly, but she said nothing. Obviously Rikki had let herself in
with her key. Bret
did not care why she had suddenly decided to start up their
relationship again. He was too busy tearing his clothes off. It was a
night to remember,but Bret felt strangely lonely, as if he was missing
someone that he could not remember...
Bobbi took the 3 a.m. flight out of Vegas. She would be home
before 7 a.m. She had had a wonderful time with Clara, but yearned
for
Bret. Bobbi's plane landed at Logan at 6:30 that morning. After
retrieving her one suitcase she decided to rent a car, instead of
taking a cab up to Salem. She had been doing some thinking during the
flight, and had come to the conclusion that Sarah might have changed
more than just Bobbi's location and "occupation" in the last spell.
Bobbi just wanted to be prepared -
for anything. She paid for the Lexus LS with her Gold Card (she must
have done extremely well in Vegas), and headed through the tunnel from
Logan, and up around the city toward Salem.
Her stomach felt more uneasy as she approached what used to be her
hometown. As she turned onto her street, she felt like a total
stranger. Like she didn't belong at all. She almost turned around and
drove back to the airport, but something kept her focused on her house
- or what used to be her house. She pulled up in front of the house.
She did not use the driveway. There were no familiar vehicles parked
there. How much had Sarah done? Had she wiped out Bob's entire past?
She was thinking too much now. Her mind was in a total spin. She found
herself walking toward the front door in what seemed like a trance. A
knock. And another.
The door opened a few inches. A man's face. Bret. She knew it was.
"Yes? May I help you, Miss?", asked Bret. At once, Bobbi's fears were
realized. She was a stranger in her own house. "Who is it, Bret?",
came an all-too-familiar voice. Bobbi knew it was Sarah, and she had
to do some fast thinking. "Um...um", Bobbi stammered, "I'm looking for
my friend Sarah, and I was told she might be here". "Wait here",
ordered Bret, as he closed the door in her face..