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Fangs For The Mammaries
by Sourdough (sourdough999@yahoo.com)

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A vampire puts the bite on Billy. (tg, fan)

***

I awoke from my dreamless sleep moments after dusk and 
opened my coffin. Darkness had descended upon the city 
and I felt the need. I was hungry. It was time to feed. 
It had been this way for several centuries and it 
wouldn't change in millennia as long as I was nourished 
with human blood. 

Not just any human blood but…well, I'm getting ahead of 
myself. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Boris; 
Count Boris, to be exact from a long royal lineage in 
Eastern Europe. As you may have guessed, I'm a vampire. 
How I became a vampire is a long and interesting story 
but I won't relate that tale now. 

My prey this night was in a modern American city. 
People who live here feel compelled to go out at night 
no matter how dangerous it might be so there is always 
plenty of nourishment to be had. The occasional mugger 
is a worry, to be sure, but no one is worried about 
vampires in this enlightened society. 

It was quite different as little as a century before 
when the vast majority stayed indoors at night and set 
wards against my kind. Being able to feed regularly was 
a challenge. Now, it's ridiculously easy with vampires 
these days the mere stuff of myths and legends 
recounted in books, films and television shows.

I spied my prey almost immediately, a young, pretty and 
well-dressed woman with long blonde hair out alone 
strolling in a park. She was wearing a miniskirt and 
high heels. Very lovely. Perhaps she was waiting for 
her husband or boyfriend. Or she might have been a 
prostitute patrolling the park for a customer. It 
didn't matter to me. She'd be late for any planned 
rendezvous. 

The woman was mine for now. The park was well-forested 
for use as cover. I caught her eye and instantly she 
was under my spell. It was too easy. The fetching 
beauty had no thought of resisting. She followed me off 
the pathway to a small hidden group of trees. No one 
will see us. Her neck was exposed and neatly punctured 
with my fangs. I drank. "Argh! Ptooey! Ptooey! What are 
you trying to do, poison me?" I yelled. The spell was 
broken and the woman jumped back in fright.

"I'm sorry!" she screamed and started crying. That 
voice!

"You…you're not a woman! You're a man dressed as a 
woman! A cross dresser!" He merely nodded his head and 
continued crying.

"Stop crying!" I hissed. "I'm not going to kill you." 
Normally I would have disappeared in a puff of smoke 
and made my escape but I didn't need this nut to start 
screaming about someone going around biting necks. 
There are some real sick individuals out there who 
fancy themselves vampires and do just that.

"I wish you would," the boy replied.

"What?"

"I wish you'd kill me. I don't want to live."

"Well, vampires these days don't go around killing 
people so you're out of luck with me. It stirs up the 
authorities. You're what, 18 years old? I'd say you 
have a lot to live for, uh…what's your name?"

"Billy. My name is Billy and I'm 20 years old."

"That's a nice name, Billy. Well, Billy, if it's any 
consolation to you I was certainly fooled by your 
appearance. I thought for sure you were a woman and 
believe me; I'm an expert."

"I'm tired of fooling people," the young man replied. 
"You're a vampire, aren't you? Why don't you go ahead 
and suck out all my blood? I won't resist. You'd be 
doing me a favor." Billy sniffled some more but at 
least he stopped crying.

"My recommended nightly allowance is one pint or 500 
milliliters metric if I'm anyplace else besides the 
States so I can't oblige you there. Besides that, as 
you might have surmised, your blood and my tastes are 
incompatible. Anyway, if you want to stop fooling 
people all you have to do is change your wardrobe to 
one more appropriate to your gender. Problem solved!"

"You don't understand," Billy said sadly. "No one 
understands. In my mind, in my soul I know I'm a woman. 
I…I'd feel even more of a fraud dressed as a man than I 
am dressed as a woman. That would like me advising you 
to stop being a vampire and going back to being a man. 
You were a man at one time, weren't you?"

"I was indeed a man at one time," I replied. "In fact 
my family was royalty. Allow me to introduce myself. My 
name is Boris; Count Boris to be exact from a long 
royal lineage in Eastern Europe." I bowed slightly and 
Billy curtseyed prettily in return.

"I've never met royalty before. You…said my blood was 
unacceptable. What's wrong with it? I'm not diseased or 
anything like that."

"Diseased blood does bother me although it won't kill 
me since I'm already dead, heh heh. It gives me a bit 
of indigestion though. Alas, I prefer the blood of 
young and attractive women. I was fooled by your 
appearance but I could never be fooled by how your 
blood tastes. My system is adjusted exclusively to how 
they taste. I'm a bit of a gourmet that way," I 
declared without modesty.

"I see," said Billy. "I'll just go home and kill myself 
then."

"What's all this about killing yourself? Being dead 
isn't all it's cracked up to be. I know. I've been dead 
for a long time. Why don't you get one of those sex 
change operations I've read about?"

The boy shrugged his shoulders. "They're expensive and 
even if I had the money I still wouldn't feel like a 
real woman. You wouldn't happen to have a magic spell 
on you, would you? Something that would turn me into a 
woman?"

"Nah! The only magic vampires do are the 
transformations…like I can turn myself into a bat, wolf 
or a puff of smoke. I once auditioned for a magic act 
when I needed some extra money. I did the 
transformations. The manager was impressed and I 
thought I had the job. 

Then the guy asks me what else I do. What else I do? 
Isn't that enough? The guy looks at me and tells he'll 
call me but don't give up my day job. A day job? A day 
job would be the death of me. I sleep during the day. 
It was all I could do not to transform back into a wolf 
just so I could rip his throat out." I finally got a 
smile out of Billy.

"I once had my fortune told by a gypsy woman back when 
I was a child. She said I'd meet a sorceress who would 
grant me my fondest wish. My fondest wish even then was 
to be changed into a girl but that was ten years ago 
and I still believed in those kinds of things."

"That couldn't have been Natasha she was talking about. 
She only turns guys into girls if they don't want it."

"You know a real sorceress?" Billy said excitedly. "Can 
she turn me into a real woman?"

"You get to know all sorts when you've been around over 
800 years," I replied. "You weren't listening though. 
She only turns guys into women when they've been real 
bastards with women. You know the type…chauvinists I 
think you call them these days. I'm afraid you can't 
qualify. You'd have to make her believe you were an 
absolute louse with women and been that way for years."

"You can tell her I'm a bastard with women."

"Yeah, but she'd want to meet you and I don't think you 
could fool her. No one could act that well."

"I fooled you, didn't I?"

"Well, yeah you did do that…but it would take me a 
while to locate her and for her to make arrangements to 
get here. It would be a waste of time."

"Why?"

"Aren't you the one who's going to go right home and 
kill himself?"

"I don't really want to die," Billy said quickly. "It's 
just that…I don't want to live like I am." He started 
bawling again.

"All right! Stop with the crying. I'll see what I can 
do. She does owe me some favors since I've helped her 
out of a lot of jams over the years." I still hadn't 
fed and I was getting irritable. I got the boy's 
telephone number and email address. My payment would be 
a blood donation from the transformed Billy.

"Uh, Billy, may I ask you a quick question?"

"Of course."

"Are any of the women around here women?" Billy shook 
his head and pointed to the other side of the park. I 
thanked him and moved on.

You might be asking yourself right now why I bothered 
with Billy. I honestly don't know except to say that I 
kind of liked the kid. Anyway, it wouldn't be too 
difficult to contact Natasha as I already had her cell 
number and she didn't live too far away. The hard part 
would be to convince her that Billy deserved to be 
transformed from a man to a woman.

Like I said, you get to know all types when you've been 
walking this planet as long as I have and especially 
where I tend to frequent; society's netherworld. Now 
don't get me wrong. Natasha is one of the nicest 
sorceresses you'd ever want to meet. Just don't get on 
her wrong side. She has some mean spells that you'd 
regret being on the receiving end. 

I think she uses these spells to dispense justice in 
her view of things so she doesn't cast them just for 
fun. One of them is the transgender spell. I've never 
seen one of them done but I hear her victims don't have 
the need for a jock strap for the rest of their lives. 

Anyway, I called up Natasha and gave a song and dance 
routine about how Billy was a serial abuser of women 
and was the perfect candidate for a sex change spell. 
She said she'd be interested in meeting Billy and would 
arrange to fly into town by commercial jet. She doesn't 
use a broom.

I then called Billy and we arranged an evening 
appointment (what else?) at his apartment. He was to 
forego shaving for a couple of days and dress in men's 
clothes and not wear any wig. I also coached him on how 
to act when he met Natasha. We might have pulled it off 
but things started to go wrong from the very start. The 
first thing Billy did when he answered the door was 
curtsey to me. He curtseyed! Did I have to tell him not 
to curtsey? Natasha was immediately suspicious.

"Okay, what's going on here?"

"What do you mean what's going on?"

"He curtseyed."

"He didn't curtsey."

"Yes, he did. Only women curtsey."

"I, uh bowed," Billy said quickly. "I'm just being 
courteous to one of royal blood."

"He's not of royal blood."

"Yes, he is," Billy replied as if it was common 
knowledge. "He's Count Boris, to be exact, from a long 
royal lineage in Eastern Europe."

"He's being ironic," I said and held a finger to my 
lips as if he to tell him he was violating a 
confidence. "May we step inside? I believe we have 
business." A vampire may never cross a threshold unless 
invited. Billy nodded finally in understanding and 
stepped aside. 

"You were never royalty," said Natasha when we were 
inside. "You were a village baker."

"That's a lie," I protested. I should have held my 
tongue but I was being sorely provoked.

"I got it from the vampire's mouth. Manny told me you 
were being held in the stocks in the village square for 
short weighting your bread loaves. He couldn't pass up 
a free meal."

"You've met Manny? I was framed." Billy was beginning 
to look worried but I smiled at him reassuringly. Manny 
was the vampire who turned me into a vampire. I never 
knew they knew each other. Now all Billy had to do was 
provoke Natasha into casting the sex change spell.

"I thought you were bringing five or six broads for me 
to abuse," snarled Billy. "She doesn't look like much." 
I nodded in approval but Natasha seemed unperturbed.

"You have a lovely apartment," said Natasha. "Did you 
decorate it yourself?"

"Yes, I did," replied Billy with a happy smile. "Thank 
you for noticing. It's not much right now. I covered 
all the mirrors in anticipation of the count's visit." 
He turned to me. "By the way, I threw out all the 
garlic and stored away anything that might be mistaken 
for a cross." Natasha just smirked at the feminine 
decor.

"Did you remember to get rid of the Stars of David?" I 
asked. What else could go wrong?

"I didn't realize that could be a problem," Billy 
replied with genuine concern and then gasped. "Oh my 
goodness! A previous tenant was Jewish and there's a 
mezuzah still nailed to the door jamb. You weren't 
hurt, were you?" I turned to Natasha and shrugged my 
shoulders. I expected her to be angry but she was 
giggling.

"Who does your hair?" was Natasha's next question.

"Oh, I do my own hair. Normally I would have worn a 
short hair wig but the count told me not to wear a wig 
and…have I blown it?" said Billy who finally seemed to 
realize things weren't going right. He turned red in 
the face and tears started coursing down his cheeks. 
That kid sure was a crier.

"Boris," said Natasha, "I've gotten you out of a lot of 
jams over the years. You'd think you could be straight 
with me at least once in your long existence. What kind 
of jam have you gotten yourself into now?"

"I'm not in any kind of jam," I huffed. "I was merely 
trying to help out Billy here." I proceeded to tell 
Natasha how Billy and I met and what we were trying to 
accomplish. Natasha was smiling in the telling but she 
turned serious immediately.

"You know I don't use my spells except on the most 
deserving. It's a matter of principle." She looked at 
Billy who had stopped crying but seemed capable of 
restarting at any time. "Billy looks as if he couldn't 
harm a fly." She turned to him. "What horrible deeds 
have you committed against women that would warrant 
such a punishment?"

"I'm sure we'd be here all night if we had to listen to 
all of Billy's misdeeds towards women," I declared. In 
my own way I was urging Billy to lie like hell. The 
young man started trembling and turning red in the face 
so I was sure he had a doozie of a tale to tell us.

"Well, just tell us about the one you're thinking about 
right now," said Natasha who also observed his 
discomfort. Billy's confession came out in one breath 
as if inhaling would cause him to lose his nerve.

"About five years ago I went into Lindsay's bedroom, my 
little sister, and I tried on her panties but the seams 
burst on one pair because they were too small and I 
threw them in the trash thinking no one would notice 
but my mother found them and my older sister Eileen got 
the blame and she had to pay for the panties out of her 
allowance and I just let it happen and didn't say a 
word and Lindsay started calling Eileen a fat ass and 
I've been feeling guilty about it ever since." Billy 
burst into inconsolable tears. Natasha and I were 
stunned into silence.

I finally spoke. "That…that was the dumbest story I've 
ever heard alive or dead." I turned to Natasha. "I 
sincerely apologize for wasting your time, Natasha. 
I'll make this up to you in some way."

"You worm!" hissed Natasha. I braced myself for more 
verbal abuse but then I realized she wasn't addressing 
me. "You pit sister against sister because of your 
heinous crime and you were too cowardly to confess when 
it would have made a difference. That…that was the most 
horrendous story I've ever heard. I apologize for 
doubting you, Boris. I'll make it up to you in some 
way. Stand up! Stand up, I say and meet your fate."

"Hot dog!" I cried. "Stand up, Billy. Stand up and take 
it like a man. She's really gonna do it. Natasha's 
going to turn you into a girl." Of course, she was 
making up her outrage. I didn't know if Natasha was 
going to do it because she felt sorry for the kid or 
because she was doing me a favor and I really didn't 
care which it was. Billy stood up hesitantly and, I 
imagine, he was a little scared. "Give her big tits. I 
like women with big tits."

"Oh, shut up," said Natasha, "or I'll give you big 
tits." I shut up. I didn't think Natasha could work her 
magic on a vampire but I didn't want to take a chance. 
Natasha mumbled something in a strange language and 
waved her hands about. "There! It's done. For all 
intents and purposes he is a she. She won't lack for a 
bosom, by the way," she added.

Billy's eyes lit up but she didn't say anything. I 
stood by to watch the change take place rubbing my 
hands in anticipation. I knew I was going to savor a 
gourmet meal from that lovely neck. Nothing seemed to 
be happening after a few minutes though. "Did you get 
the spell right?" I was anxious and so was Billy.

"Of course I got the spell right. The changes are 
already taking place. I can tell."

"How long is this going to take?"

"About ten days to two weeks."

"Ten days to two weeks? I can't wait that long," I 
complained. "I have to leave town tomorrow night. Don't 
you have an instant spell?"

"There is an instant spell but I never bothered to 
learn it. It's so much more fun to watch my victim 
slowly change. He knows something is wrong but he's not 
sure what. When he finally realizes what happening he 
panics and tries to find a way out of it but there's 
nothing he can do." Natasha turned to Billy. "No drugs 
or alcohol, darling. You'll just slow down the process. 
Get plenty of rest, eat right and drink lots of water. 
You'll have your first period soon after the change is 
complete and then you'll be fertile so you better see 
your doctor about birth control if you plan to be 
sexually active."

"Please don't let me wake up if this is a dream," said 
an awestruck Billy. Natasha walked over and took 
Billy's hand. 

"I hope you made the right decision," said Natasha. 
"You won't escape heartache and disappointment by 
becoming a woman. In fact, you'll feel it all the more 
when it comes your way because you're a woman."

"I can take it," said Billy. Tears were glistening in 
her eyes again but this time I'm sure they were tears 
of happiness.

"I'll be back in town next month," said Natasha. "Let's 
do lunch…just us girls." Lunch? That reminded me that I 
hadn't fed yet.

"I'm heading over to the park for a midnight snack. 
I'll have to take a rain check on that meal you owe 
me," I told Billy. She came over and gave me a hug. I 
bade both good night and slipped out into the darkness. 
I left town the next night without seeing Billy or 
Natasha and didn't return for five years.

I wasn't even thinking about Billy when I hit town. As 
usual, I was thinking about my next meal and headed for 
the park. "Count Boris!" someone behind me called. That 
voice! It was familiar. I turned around and one of the 
loveliest women I've met in the last 200 years rushed 
into my arms. "I knew it was you," she gasped. She 
stepped back and curtseyed prettily.

"Billy?"

"Yes, it's me except I spell it with an i-e on the end: 
Billie."

"You look lovely, Billie." I admired her magnificent 
tits. "Are you completely female now?"

"Every last drop of blood in me is female," said the 
beautiful woman standing before me. Ah, she remembered 
our agreement.

"And I see you're married too," I said noting the 
wedding ring on her finger.

"Yes, I met and married a very wonderful man. It was 
love at first sight for both us. I told him everything. 
I'm not sure he believed me but he said he didn't care 
what my past was. Natasha was my maid of honor. We 
wanted to send you an invitation but we didn't know 
where you'd gone. We planned a midnight wedding just in 
case. I was just on my way home. Would you like to meet 
my husband?"

"Not yet," I replied. "I was just going out for a bite. 
Would you care to join me?" Billie nodded and took my 
arm.

"Count Boris?"

"Hmmm?"

"This won't hurt the baby, will it?"

"You're pregnant? That's wonderful, Billie. If it's a 
boy be sure to name him Boris, heh, heh."

"I can't do that. I already have a son named Boris."

"I was just kidding about…what did you say?"

"I named my son after you." She caressed her belly. 
"I'm hoping this one is a girl so I can name her 
Natasha." Well, vampires are a cold-blooded group as a 
whole but at that moment I felt like laughing and 
crying at the same time. I was a proud father. Well, 
not really a father but I might as well have been. You 
know what I mean. I reached over and gave Billie a hug.

"You've made me the happiest vampire in the world," I 
declared. "You're paid in full. I gotta go. See you 
around." Like a fool I transformed right there in 
public and took off like a bat. Well, I guess I'll 
always be a sucker for a pretty woman, heh, heh. Get 
it?

The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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