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From: 8y6y0.labrat@onr.com (Karen Mitchell)
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Subject: Story - Gownshop.txt
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***From FEMINET
BRIDAL GOWN
I was in a major city on a business trip when my
appointments for the day were canceled, so I headed back to
my motel room to practice on my makeup techniques. After
showering I got out my laciest bra and fastened it around my
chest and placed the masectomy pads into place, the weight
pulling on the straps sent shivers through my body and my
male organ started to rise, I knew that by the time that I
would be ready for the panties it would be soft again with
little droplets of pre-come dripping off. I got out my razor
and shaved as close as I could. While waiting for the sting to
go away, I placed my shoulder length wig into place and laid
out the rest of my outfit . Applying the foundation, my beard
shadow started to disappear, and I knew that by the time I was
finished that all traces of it would be gone. Next was the
eye shadow: I selected green and silver for high lighting
followed by mascara. Just a trace of blush and pink lipstick
completed my face, so it was onto the nails. I really prefer
the wet look, so I am still experimenting, trying to find that
polish that is just right. I selected a British Coat Red from
Loreal. After it dried, I put on my waist cincher and pulled
up my Haines stockings and attached the six garters that would
hold them. I had a hard time selecting which of my panties to
wear; finally I picked out a pair of lavender lace bikinis. As
I said earlier, my penis had softened, but it was dripping with
pre-come. Using my finger, I cleaned off the drips and put my
finger to my mouth. It tasted so good, I wished there were a
woman to share it with. Pulling my panties into place held
my penis in place I reached between my legs and fastened the
three clasps on the crotch of the waist cincher. As my
floor-length slip fell into place, every nerve in my body was
awake, knowing that at some point that night, I would put
my hand inside my panties and rub until the satin material was
wet with my come. All that was left for me was to put on my
dress and shoes. My dress was one of three bridal gowns, with a
high collar and long sleeves, and a detachable train . I
reached up behind me and slid the zipper closed, and looked into
the mirror. I never tire of seeing myself this way. As a
matter of fact, this time was a special time, as I could feel some
of my body fluid passing through and getting my panties damp.
I reached out to get my shoes and place them on my feet. As I
stood and started to walk around the room, my pleasure increased
from the fact that I had little difficulty in managing on
the three inch heels.
As I said earlier, I own three bridal gowns, so you can see
what I like about dressing as a woman. It seems as if you
can never have enough, so I decided to try to find a bridal
shop that will allow me try on a new gown. One thing that I
have found is that it is best to call before going into a place
and telling them what you want. It saves embarrassment for
all parties involved.
I got out the yellow pages and started calling dress
shops. After about six calls, I found four that would
allow me to use their dressing rooms on the following day.
I spent the remainder of that day dressed and watched
television. That night, as I got ready for bed it was
difficult not to wrap my hand on my shaft and stroke it until
it issued forth its load of sperm. I even put on my sanitary
belts and panty liner, just in case my emotions got the
best of me during the night. I awoke early in the morning, and
removed my nail polish and put on a pair of slacks and shirt.
After packing my lingerie that I would need in order to try on
bridal gowns, as a last thought I packed a pantie liner.
The first shop that I visited only had one gown that
appealed to me at all, and when I tried it on, it was a little
loose and the seamstress didn't want to alter it. In fact,
she wouldn't even come in the room with me there. So it was
on to Sheri's Bridal Shop where the reception was not only
warmer but the selection of gowns was a lot better. I
picked out three gowns to start with, and went into the
dressing room. After getting changed into my female attire, I
started trying on the gowns that I had selected. The first two
would not fit, as they were too small. The third one fit, but
I didn't like the the way it looked, so the sales lady that
was assisting me offered to return the three to the rack and
bring in a couple more gowns. I heard the door open, so I
turned to see what she was bringing in. I am not sure who
was more shocked - the two new customers, or the sales lady that
was assisting them. We all stood there for a moment and then I
started to move to cover up - I don't know what. The sales lady
made excuses about a costume for a play, and the two new
customers just stood there staring. They closed the door and
I could hear them moving into the next room. My sales lady
returned with three more gowns, and a load of apologies. This
set of gowns was a little better. I picked out two that I
wanted to buy, so they called the seamstress come to do the final
fitting. After she finished, I paid for the two dresses.
The seamstress promised that they will be ready by 8:00 that night,
and I left to get a bite of lunch.
I couldn't believe my luck when I looked up from the menu:
Coming thru the door was one of two girls that walked in on me
back at Sheri's. Maybe she wouldn't see me and I could avoid any
further embarrassment. She started for a table by the front
window, when she spotted me at the back of the room. Smiling,
she turned toward my table and I braced myself for who knows
what. As she approached, I thought I might as well enjoy the view.
She was about 5'- 4", and I would guess about 135 pounds, with
auburn red hair and a really nice pair of lungs. The skirt that
she was wearing was as red as her hair, and the blouse was a
see-thru fabric. I could see the lace of her teddie underneath.
As she stopped at my table, my heart was about to explode because
I just knew she was going to do something to embarrass me...And
I found myself thinking about what I would like to do with her
breasts, and I was trying hard not to think of the mound where
her legs came together and the skin folds in. Her
first words were to introduce herself as Carol, and she wanted
to know if she could join me. I managed to stammer out a yes,
and she slid into the booth opposite me. I must have been
staring pretty hard at her lacey teddy, because her next
question was whether I liked her lingerie as much as my expression
was saying. I apologized, and tried to keep my eyes where
they wouldn't get me in trouble. We quit talking quit for a
couple of minutes, and then the waitress came and took our
orders, so we at least got our lunch ordered. Carol wanted to
know my name, so I give her my male first name, and she commented
to me that it was a strange name for someone buying a bridal
gown. I turned red, and started to make an excuse about a costume
for a play. She started to laugh, and when I asked her what was
so funny, she said, "you". Then she explained that anyone that
looked so good in a slip and heels, combined with the way I
was looking at her clothes, had more than a costume for a play
on "her" mind. It shocked me to hear her refer tome in the
feminine gender, but at the same time it pleased me. I told
her that when I was dressed, I used the name Tammie. By this time,
our food had arrived, so we didn't do a lot of talking as we ate
our lunch. As I reached out to the bill for the lunch, Carol
wanted to know what I had planned for the rest of the
afternoon. I figured I might as well tell her...she already
knew more than most people. So I explained that there were
two more bridal shops that had agreed to let me use their
dressing rooms. As we walked to the front of the restaurant,
she stepped up close and whispered into my ear that she would
like to accompany Tammie on her search for that special gown.
I am not sure if the the other patrons at the restaurant
could see my crimson face, but it sure felt hot. The thought
of of a beautiful women being with me as I tried on gowns
certainly had its appeal, so I said that I was sure that
Tammie would like her assistance. After paying the bill, we
walked out hand in hand, on to the next bridal shop.
The selection at Bridal World was a lot better, so I
picked five gowns to try on. As I started for the dressing room,
Carol started to follow me. I wasn't quite prepared to have
her watch me changing into to my bra and panties yet, so I
suggested that she might want to look at bridesmaid's dresses,
and then join me. She really went for that idea, so I
hurriedly made the change-over. By the time she had selected
a couple of gowns, I was already in the first dress. As
Carol started to undress to try on her first selection, I was
watching with hungry anticipation of what she was wearing
under her skirt. I was really disappointed to see panty hose
and plain old cotton briefs. She must have been reading my
mind, because she commented that she would have dressed sexier
if she had known that she would be showing off for someone
who would appreciate it. After we had tried on all of our
selections, we chose one gown each. I was lucky in that
the one that I wanted fit without any changes. Carol's
would need a little work that she felt she could do.
Now it was on to the last shop before returning to
Sheri's for the final fitting on the two gowns that I had
picked out that morning. Seeing as I had doubled the number of
bridal gowns that I owned, I decided to try on floor-length gowns
at the Bride's Palace, and Carol was going to do the same.
We had made our selection and were headed for the dressing room
when the sales lady, Joan, called Carol back for something.
I went ahead and started to get dressed, and as I pulled up my
panties, I noticed that I was starting to pass some pre-come.
To protect my panties, I put on the pantie liner that I had
brought with me. After snapping the waist cincher into place,
I was pulling the slip over my head when Carol walked in.
She noticed the wrapper from the liner, and asked if it was
my time of the month. I explained that I thought that it
was just too much excitement, and that I should not start for
another week. She showed me what Joan had called her back
for: a very nice lace garter belt, matching panties,
and nylon stockings. As I put on my first dress, Carol
stripped off her hose and cotton panties. I just couldn't
resist sitting down and watching her fasten the garter belt
around her waist and pull up the stockings. As she reached
behind her leg to fasten them, I told her to wait, and got up
and went over and knelt down behind her, taking the garter
from her hand, and fastened it for her. After both of the back
ones were done, I ran my hands up her legs to be sure that all
of the wrinkles were removed. I could feel the pressure
building in my panties and could only hope that the valve
would hold. I was sure glad that I had put on a liner.
Neither of us had heard Joan come in. To say we were
surprised when she said something about what a loving couple
we appeared to be hardly describes the scene correctly. I
assisted Carol into her first gown, and was admiring it when
Joan brought over one for me to put on. As it fell into
place, she walked up behind me and straightened up the back
and pulled up the zipper. Then she reached around and gently
held one of my breasts. I let out a gasp as the sensation of the
bra being pulled tight went thru my nerves. Carol came over
and said that she didn't think it was fair that I had seen
her bush, and she still had not seen what was in my panties.
She then slid down to her knees, running her hands down the
side of my dress until she came to the hem. Taking the hem
in one hand, she started to raise it, while with the other hand
she massaged my nylon covered legs. When she reached my
panties, she unsnapped the waist cincher, and pulled down my
panties. Without any delay, she took my rock-hard cock into
her mouth, annd rolled her tongue around the head while
pumping her mouth back and forth. As my knees got weak, Joan
helped me over to a raised platform. Carol stayed with us,
never missing a beat. Joan lowered me to the platform, and
instructed Carol to help me lay on my back while she got her
panties off, as she wanted her pussy licked. So there I was,
dressed in a bridesmaid's dress with the skirt up around my
waist, getting my cock sucked by a beautiful gal, and about to
get my face buried in pussy. How I managed to hang on without
coming by then is beyond me. Carol wanted a little attention too,
so she swung around, and I start fingering her. Soon she was
pushing harder against my finger, and then I could feel her
tremors building, as I continued to use my mouth to drive Joan
up the scale of passion. All at once Joan was still, and
clamped her legs tighter against my face. Then she pulled away.
At first I was concerned that I had done something wrong,
and then I saw the look on on her face, and could tell that
she was satisfied. Carol took a break from sucking on
me, and mounted me in a flash. She ground her pussy
against me, and I soon filled her insides with my come.
--
Karen Mitchell
labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com
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Date: Sat, 26 Apr 1997 21:39:11 -0500
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Karen Mitchell
***From FEMINET
Hi Babe,
I have been thinking about you these past few days. I haved dreamed
about what my perfect date with you would be like. I woould like the
day to begin early. I would show up around noon to take you shopping.
You meet me at the door and I almost fall over as my eyes behold the
most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Your hair is flowing down around
your shoulders. You are wearing a sexy white basque that exposes the
soft tanned skin of your breasts. It tapers down to your small waist,
and exposes your tanned bellybutton. Those tight jeans you have on really
acsentuate your softly rounded hips, and OH! What it dose for that tight
ass is beyond imagination. As my eyes move down, looking at the shape of
your beautiful legs, I finally stop as I come to your sexy 4" white pumps.
I try to snap back to reality, and my eyes return to gaze at your beautiful
eyes. The glow in your eyes tells me you want me now. I place my hands on
your hips and draw your body up agianst mine. My arms encircle your waist,
your breasts press agianst my chest. With each hand I gently squeeze your
buns and then lift you till our lips meet. We kiss each other deeply, our
tongues dueling with each other. You smell so good, I never want to let go.
You finally push me away with a giggle, saying I'll mess up your makeup.
You grab my hand saying I'm not getting off that easy, That I promised to
take you shopping.
It seems like we have been in the car forever, but finally we get to the
mall. I jump out of the car and come around and open the door for you, I
just cann't wait to get my hands on your body again. With my arm around
your waist, and your hand in my back pocket we walk into the mall. We spend
all afternoon going from one store to another. It was so much fun seeing
you try on clothes. I really like the nighty you got for tonight. That one
piece swinsuit I bought you shows more skin than a bikini, and makes your
body look so feminine, all the guys in the shop were looking with lust at
you while there ladies looked at you with envy. I feel so good knowing you
are all mine. I really had a good time in the shoe store, watching the
salesman's hand shake as he fitted you with many styles of heels.
And seeing your dainty feet is a real turn on. You start complaining about
your feet so we go into a small bar&grill, find a seat in the back and sit
down. I order us a couple of beers, and we just sit and talk. I place my
hand on your thigh and gently massage it. You give me a little wicked
smile as my hand moves towards your croch. I see your eyes roll up and you
melt into my arms. I begin kissing you, my tongue circles your ear, and
your body begins to squirm. My tongue moves down your sexy long neck, but
when I make a move to your exposed cleavage you giggle and push me away.
I am so hot that we chug our beers and head for home. As soon as we get
through the door you crash out on the couch. I drop the packages and sit
next to you and pull you to me. I run my hands all over your body as we
kiss deeply. I begin to nibble at your neck, taking in the wonderful
smell of your body. You begin to moan as my mouth moves to your breasts.
They tast so good! With my hands I rub your back until I find the clasp
of your basque and undo it. I slowly pull the basque from your body and
your breasts burst from their bondage. The contrast between your tanned
skin and the white creamy flesh of your breasts. I begin sucking and
nibbling at your nipples while they grow larger and harder. You push me
away so you can get up and then tell me to remove my pants. I do so and
then sit on the couch. You slowly move your head down to my croch and
my cock is engulfed by your mouth. You give the best bloww jobs I have
ever had. I quickly explode into your mouth and you take it all down.
You get up and stand over me. I look up at your beautiful breasts
heaving with desire. I see that smile again, only this time with a little
cum dripping from your lips. I reach up and unzip your jeans and then reach
into your panties. Oh, you feel so hot and wet. I wiggle my hand around
until I find your sweet pussy stick. I pull it out of your pants and
begin to lick the tip. My tongue moves up and down your shaft, and then
begins to circle the head. It is so small and soft, delicate, feminine,
I slowly move my lips around the head and then take you all the way in.
I love to suck your sweet juices. I undo your jeans and pull them down.
But you can't get them off so you fall onto the couch. I slowly remove
each shoe, one at a time. Your feet look so dainty, and I love the nail
polish. I lick your feet, suck on your toes, but I want something else.
I finish pulling your jeans off and then put your pumps back on.
I just love to look at your beautiful legs wearing heels. I begin
rubbing your legs, they are so smooth. I begin to lick the inside of your
thighs. My lips move up to your pussy. You spread your legs and swing
them over my shoulders. I push my face into your croch. I part my lips
and begin taking you in slowly. I am finally stoped by my nose running
into that cute little triangle of hair above your pussy stick. I feel
you growing hard in my mouth, you are just going crazy, and begin
thrusting your meat into my face. Your body begins to shake wildly,
grabbing at your own tits. Suddenly while my hands are holding your ass
in the air, I thrust my thumb up your ass. You screem with pleasure as
my thumb expands your tight ass. Your cock begings to quiver and pulsate,
and then I tast the sweetness of the few drops that hit my thoat.
We just lie there trying to regain our energy. It feels nice with my head
on your lap, but we have to move if we are going to make that dinner
reservation.
I stand up, lean over you and then lift you up into my arms. It feels
like you have allways belonged there. I carry you into the bedroom and
then into the master bath. I walk with you into the shower and turn the
water on. As the cold water hits you, you jump from my arms and out of
the way of the water. So now I jump out of the way of the water and press
my body agianst yours. I have you backed into a corner of the shower, you
can't get away. I move my mouth over yours and kiss you, our tongues meet
in wild abandon. The shower is now warmed up and I pull you into it,
our arms locked around each other's body. The warm water flows over our
heads and down our bodies. Your skin feels warm and slippery. You push
me away and get a washcloth and soap it up real good. You begin to
scrub my back, it feels soooooo good! You turn me around and wash my
chest then your hands go dowm to my dick. Oh that feels good, you begin
to kneel down and wash my legs. You playfully take little licks at my
soft dick, its wiped out, but it will be ready for later. I take the
washcloth from you and begin to wash your back. You then stand up facing
me and I wash your neck, breasts, making sure I massage them well. I then
reach for your sweet stick and you jump alittle from the senstivity. I
massage your balls. Now its my turn to tease you. I give each beautiful
leg a complete washing. Next I grab your cock, hold it up while I lick your
sexy balls. I lick you like I was licking a pussy. I love the feel of your
les agianst my body. Hey We have to get dressed now.
We get out and dry each other off, having some more fun in the process.
I love to watch you dress, it really turns me on. First you go to the
mirror to fix up your hair, then you put on your makeup. Your eyes are
so beautiful, and those lips are just plain sexy. You then go to your
dresser and pull out a sexy black bra, garter, and panty set. You slip
into the bra and then slide the panties over your long legs, nearing the top
you gently tuck your little cock back between your legs and then pull the
panties over your round ass. Next you put on the garter and then slide
your sheer stockings over your legs. You attach the stockings to the garter
and then look at your legs in the full length mirror. Next comes the
strapless black dress, tight down to the waist and then a full, flowing
skirt. You finish everything off with a sexy pair of 4" black pumps.
You look good enough to eat, and I will later!
Its off to dinner, and when we get to the resturaunt I slip the waiter
a 20 for a quite booth in the back. We have a nice quiet dinner, talking,
playing, just a wonderful time. I feel so alive when I am with you. After
dinner we go out to dance. We hold each other tightly as the music goes on.
God my dick is so hard, can you feel it pressing agianst your body as we
dance. I love the way your body feels and moves as we dirty dance. Every
one in the place begins to watch us. Like befor, all the guys in the place
are lusting after you, and you find that such a turn on as I do myself, that
we really get dirty. Now the whole place begins to watch us dance. The
noise of the crowd we attracted grows louder. But we are totally locked
together in our own world. All of our communication is through our
undulating and entwined bodies as we move as one. We both begin to breath
harder, but we can't stop, I feel like a runaway express train. The music
stops and we begin to slow down, and as we do you put your arms around my
head and pull my lips to yours. We kiss with lost abandon, and only wake up
as the crowd's applause grows to a thunder. We separate and look at the
crowd around us and both turn red. The clapping continues as we walk out
the door. That was so invigorating that I just want to get you home so I
can make love to you all night.
As we drive home you are sitting next to me, my arm around you, and your
head resting on my shoulder. There is absolute silence, I am just feeling
the rythm of your body as your heart beats, and your chest rises and falls
with each breath. What a lovely creature you are to behold, I am the
luckyest guy around. My lady has every thing I need, I could want no more
We are finally home, I get out of the car and then you slowly slide towards
me and swing your beautiful legs towards me giving me a little glimps of the
tops of your stockings. I take your hands in mine and pull you into my arms
and then wrap my arms around your body. You can't get out of the tight
grip of my arms, your arms are pinned to the sides of your body. I start
to kiss you deeply and you gust begin to melt. You now are pressing your
body against mine. You finally are able to move your arms from under my
grasp and you encircle my head with them, pressing our lips harder together.
We break our embrace and walk, hand in hand, to the door.
I unlock the door, swing it open, and flip on one light. Quickly, I
take you in my arms and lift you to me. You are quite shocked, but your
arms go around my head and you begin licking and nibbling at my neck as
I carry you into the house. I take you over to the couch and lay you down
while not letting go. I kiss you while I begin to move my hands all over
your body. I begin to move my lips down your neck as my hands begin to
massage your tits. I continue to work my tongue down your neck to your soft
exposed shoulder. The smell of your body is intoxicating. I reach the
my destination, the creamy flesh of your exposed cleavage. I push my
face into your tits, my nose in the crack,my tongue darting in and out.
I push the dress from your breasts and suck and nibble at those big, jucy
nipples. I like to make them hard and erect. But I also like to make
something else hard and erect. I lift myself off of you and reach up under
your dress. With one hand on eash thigh, I slide both hands up to your
panties. I begin to rub your pubic mound, it feels so soft, you are moaning
and wiggling your hips around. With one hand on each hip, I slowly pull
your panties down your legs. You lift your legs up so that I can slide
them off your feet, Place the panty to my face and breath deeply. Your
scent turns me into a wild man. I lift your dress and stick my head under
it. My tongue goes right for your prick. You lift your legs higher and
wrap them around my head, your hand pushing my head into your pussy. I
wrap my arms under your legs and around the top so that I can grab ahold
of your cock. My mouth moves to your balls, sucking one, then the other,
into my mouth. Your hand continues to push my head down until I reach your
ass. I lick and dart my tongue in and out of your pussy. I make real
sure that you are good and wet. I then get up, allowing your legs to
remain on my shoulders. Quickly I pull my zipper down and my hard cock
jumps from my pants. I move the tip up to the entrance of your hole, and
gently enter.You are going wild as I pump my meat into you. Your hands
pulling on your nipples. I reach around and start to rub your cock. I
ram my dick into you harder, and stroking your cock faster and faster. I
can't hold it in any longer and explode into your sweet box. The feel of
of my cock comming in you causes you to come. I love to watch your cock
squirt its few tiny drops out. Even your cock is delicate, and feminine
to me. I pull my prick out of your pussy and bend over to lick the tiny
drops of your passion. You then get up and tell me to get undressed and
wait for you in the living room. You leave, go into the bedroom and shut
the door.
I quichly rip the clothes from my body, shut the light off, and sit on
the couch waiting for you. Stairing at the bedroom door it suddenly opens
and I see you in the doorway, with the bright light from the room streams
around your body. I first only see the beautiful outline of your body, as
my eyes begin to adjust, your hair is framing your face and draping over
your shoulder. You have that black lace teddy on, It is straining to
contain those nice big tits of yours. As my eyes move down, I see the
bottom is french cut, which exagerates the sexy curves of your hips. Then
I notice the garter straps hanging from the teddy. Your legs are encased
in very sheer black stockings, and then I see the 5" spike heels. You
slowly walk over to me, swaying your hips and bouncing your tits. Upon
reaching me you kneel down on the floor. Your hands move over my thighs,
massaging them, causing them to move apart. You lower your head down into
my lap and begin to kiss and nibble at my dick. Looking down I see your
silky hair flowing around my lap. I put my hands on your head and lower
your mouth around my cock. Oh, you begin to swallow my cock, it feels so
good. Your hands massage my balls, and the feel of your long nails
agianst my skin makes even more excited. I begin to ramm my dick in and
out of your mouth. I blow my wad into your throat, and you continue to
suck me dry. I take your hands and pull you up on the couch. You sit
facing me and we wrap our arms around each other. We kiss and the feel
of your body agianst mine turns me on. Your hands move down to my soft
cock and begin playing with it. I reach into your teddy and pull your meat
out through the leg hole. I move closer to you so that I can take both
our cocks in my hands and rub them agianst one another. You really like
that, I feel your little prick get hard, the head begining to turn purple.
I then get up, holding on to your cock and lead you into the bedroom, and
then push you onto the bed. I begin to stroke your beautiful legs. As my
hands move up, my tongue begins to lick your feet and slowly move up.
As my lips reach the exposed flesh of your thighs I can feel you quiver.
I take your cock and balls into my mouth, I love the tast and smell of your
pussy. My nose burries its self into the neat triangle of pubic hair.
You are as hard as a rock, but you can't cum yet. I move my tongue down
past your balls and start licking your ass, getting it ready to take my
cock. I roll off you and lay on my back, with my pole sticking straight
up. You straddle my body and slowly lower yourself, while guiding my cock
into your tight hole. You begin to bounce up and down on my prick and your
hands move to your tits. Your hands begin to massage your tits and then
with your long nails, pull on your nipples. My hands are now at work on
your hot little rod. My body goes into convulsions as I cum in your ass.
This is all it takes to get you to cum, and it squirts out on my chest.
You pump on my cock a little longer and them lift your body off mine.
You lick my chest clean, and then lie your head on my chest. we fall
to sleep, our bodies entwined together. What a perfect end to a perfect
day. I hope we can have another!
--
Karen Mitchell
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***From FEMINET
MARK, MELANIE ... or BARBARA
"Please Mark, please. If you won't do it, I'll just die."
That was my sister Melanie speaking, on her knees, begging. Begging, mind
you. How long I'd hoped that might happen. My sister Melanie is pretty. She
is sixteen and she is my twin. She is a budding champion gymnast and she has
a sprained ankle. It is six days before the state team selection finals and
she can't compete, so she wants me to take her place. I'm a gymnast too,
better than her I think. I know her routines by heart, and I could do it
easily, but, I mean, I ask you ... She wants me to pretend to be her. She's
not exactly my friend, my sister. She has been the bane of my existence for
years. A top little bitch. So it's nice to see her begging.
"Melanie, how can I? How can I be you? Look at us. Our hair for a start."
"I could have just had a hair cut."
"You'd have to anyway. It couldn't have grown back to your length before
the first interstates."
"O.K., I'll get my hair cut."
"You?" Melanie was proud of her waist length silky fine blonde hair. Mine
was long, sure, but not that long. At least it was the same color.
"Sure I would. It's that important to me. Coach is always telling me to get
it cut anyway."
"What about my face?"
"Mark, we are identical twins. My makeup will fix the differences."
"You wear too much of that."
"It'll be to your advantage that I do. Besides, I don't think I do. It
makes me look sexy."
"What about your boobs?"
"My boobs are a bit large, but you can wear my sports bra and we can pad
you out to a 38D."
"And the hair on my legs?"
"There's not much, shave them."
"Oh shit Melanie, you're asking too much. Besides, it's cheating."
"Oh, come on Mark. You know I'm a certainty for the team. Same as you are,
I only have to go through the motions. When the interstates start, it'll be
the real me. Come on, I simply must be on the team."
"What did mom say?"
"She said O.K., if you'd go along with it."
I thought about it for a few minutes. Much as I sometimes disliked my
sister, she did deserve to be on the team. She had worked hard for it.
"You reckon you can make me over into a girl in six days?"
"Enough to get through the routines. You'd only have to talk to the coach
and some of the other girls. Judy and Pat maybe. That's about all."
"What about practice?"
"Do you think you need practice at this stage?"
"No."
"Well then, don't go to practices. We can say I've got a slight cold or
something. Oh come on Mark, please say yes. I promise I'll be nice to you."
"O.K.," I finally said, "provided I can pass for looking like you."
Melanie squealed with delight and jumped to her feet. She ran to the
bedroom door and yelled. "Mom, Mom, he said yes."
She came back into the room and flung her arms around me and kissed me.
That was a pleasant change. Our mother came into the room.
"That's very nice of you Mark, thank you for helping out."
"Do you think we can make it work?" I asked, still worried.
"Yes, I think so. But there's no time like the present to find out.
Melanie, get your suit out and your sports bra, oh, and your sports panties."
Melanie rushed off to her room and was back in a flash. "O.K. Mark, strip off
and get into these."
She handed me Melanie's tight little sports panties and the girls left the
room. A little reluctantly, I stripped and pulled on the panties, then called
the girls back.
"You'll probably have to tuck your, er, little fella down a bit. Maybe
between your legs," Mother said. I blushed and turned my back while I tucked
my "little fella" where she said.
"That's better," she said, "Now this."
She helped me into the bra, and closed it in the back. "Melanie, get me
eight pair of your panties so we can fill these cups out," she said.
Melanie returned and Mother packed the panties into the bra cups until I
had twin mounds like Melanie. Then I was helped into Melanie's form fitting
red lycra gym suit. I thought the huge bumps at the front were intriguing.
Mother stood back and examined me.
"O.K., so far so good. Now Melanie, get a large dish of hot water, some
soap and my underarm razor from the bathroom. And when you've brought those,
get stripped yourself and put on your spare gym suit. I want to make some
direct comparisons."
Mother had me stand in the dish and soaped my legs. She shaved off all the
hair from my legs. Because the gym suit was sleeveless, she then insisted
that she had to do under my arms as well. Just as she finished, Melanie
returned to the room in her suit. Mother dried off my legs and stood us
beside one another. She took out a measuring tape and ran it over us.
"Hmmm, it's a good thing Melanie hasn't developed any real hips yet. You're
both almost identical in proportions. Now Mel, brush and tie your hair back
the way you wear it when you're competing and join us in my room."
I followed mother to her room and sat as directed, at her vanity. She took
out her hair brush and brushed my hair straight back and then tied it in a
pony tail at the back. I watched in the mirror. Already I looked remarkably
like Melanie. Then mom turned me towards her, away from the mirror, and
started plucking my eyebrows.
"Hey," I said, "that wasn't part of the deal. People will notice my
eyebrows."
"Rubbish," mother said, "People notice only what they want to." She kept on
plucking and when Melanie joined us again, she kept checking her to get my
eyebrows the same. Finally she put down the tweezers and went to work with
her makeup. Since I couldn't see anything, I could do nothing but sit and
wait, but I was becoming impatient now to see just how alike we would be.
Melanie said "Oh Wow" a couple of times, so I guessed she was impressed. When
it was all done, mother had me stand shoulder to shoulder with Mel while she
compared us. She smiled.
"I can't pick you," she said, "take a look yourselves."
We both turned to the mirror at once. It was startling. I couldn't pick up
either. We looked identical, except for Melanie's longer hair. I must admit I
was impressed. I'd always thought of Melanie as being very pretty. Here I
was, just as pretty.
"Mark," Melanie exclaimed, "you look exactly like me. No one could ever
tell."
"No," I agreed. "I guess they couldn't."
"You'll certainly pass physically," mother said, "but there are a few
things you will have to try to learn to do like a girl, just in case. Like
walking a little differently and sitting. There is no problem with your
voice, but you will have to speak more femininely, Mark."
They started in to teach me such things and since I'd agreed, I
begrudgingly went along. The lessons were planned as a repeat for each night
up to the selection trials, and so the next night, Monday, as soon as I got
home from school, I had to get into Melanie's gym suit again. Mother made up
my face and we went back to work.
On Tuesday, Melanie had her hair cut exactly the same length as mine and so
from that point on, we looked even more alike. By late Tuesday night I was
becoming quite the little fairy, sitting and walking and speaking just like
my sister. On Wednesday night, mother droped a bombshell.
"What are you going to wear," she asked, before I climbed into the gym
suit.
"Wear where?" I asked.
"On Saturday night, to the trials."
"Can't I just wear the gym suit."
"None of the other girls ever does. Melanie never does. You know what they
are like. Always trying to outdo each other."
"Oh no, you mean I'll have to wear a ..."
"... dress? Yes, of course. I thought you must have realized that. And
proper undies and high heels, the lot. We will have to do your fingernails
too."
"Oh mom, I can't. What have I gotten myself into?"
"Don't be silly. Of course you can. You know how much alike you look.
You'll be perfect. But we already know you can handle the gym suit. I think
we should try some other clothes and heels."
"What... now?" I was in anguish.
"Yes. Right now. Remember, you agreed to do this. You simply can't let
Melanie down now."
Melanie came into the room just at that moment. "Who's going to let me
down? Not my lovely sister, Mark?"
"Of course he won't. I was just saying that it was time we tried some other
clothes on. He will have to wear proper clothing to the gym. And for the
party afterwards as much as anything else."
"Oh yes," Melanie agreed. "But listen, pretty sister, I know you are making
a sacrifice to help me get onto the team. But don't forget, I have to wait at
home all alone to find out if you've made it. And I'll miss the party
altogether."
I really felt miserable, "Yeah, I suppose so."
"O.K.," mother said, "here's what we'll do. Mark, you put on the gym
underpants. Keeps you nicely tucked in. Melanie and I will go to her room and
get out the things she'd be wearing on Saturday night. You join us when you
are ready."
Very reluctantly, I stripped and pulled on the gym panties, then strolled
up the hall to Melanie's room. Already the bed was strewn with pretty girl's
things. I had to admit to myself that they looked nice, but I was very
uncertain about wearing them. Melanie sat on the bed and watched as mother
showed me how to roll on a pair of sheer flesh colored panty hose. I was used
to the bra by now so I put that on myself, this one was much prettier than
the sports bra. It was soft pink, with lace trim and little bows at the
front. Mother filled it out with several pair of panties. I pulled on a
matching pair of flair leg panties, just a wisp of material which settled
weightless around my hips. Then the slip in the same material, same color. As
it floated down over my body, I felt a strange tingle. This was the lightest,
most comfortable piece of clothing I had ever had on my body. Over the top,
mother helped me into Melanie's dress. It was a white full skirted number
with lilac flowers all over it, and a high fronted, fitted bodice with
shoestring straps. She closed the rear zipper and the waist tugged in.
"Do you think you can do your own makeup yet?" mother asked.
"If you'll help, I'll try." I noticed I was nearly speaking like Melanie.
I sat at the vanity, but the skirt all bunched up under me.
"No, stand again," mother instructed. "You have to smooth the skirt down
under you before you sit."
I did as I was told and took out Melanie's makeup and went to work as I had
seen mother do on the past three evenings. I got it pretty good with just a
little help from mom and very soon, my identical twin sister was staring back
at me from the mirror. It was a strange feeling. I wondered why I was feeling
so good about it ... being pretty I mean.
I stood up and Melanie passed me a pair of high heeled white pumps. I
placed them on the floor and stepped into them. Mother took my hand and
indicated I should walk. It was not easy at first.
"Don't be afraid to put weight on the heel. It won't break ... walk with
shorter steps ... hold yourself straight ... point the toe a little ...
that's it, you're doing fine." And I was. It wasn't so hard. Mother let go of
my hand and I kept walking back and forth.
"I think it's very spooky," Melanie said, "I'm sure I'm watching myself."
"Can I see?" I asked. Mother opened the wardrobe mirror and I walked
confidently across the room to stand in front of it. Melanie was right. It
was spooky. The reflection in the mirror was of her, not me ... and yet it
was me and more importantly I could feel that it was me. I did not quite
understand why I was enjoying it.
"O.K.," mom said finally, "time for supper. Stay dressed like that Mark.
The more time you spend like that, the more proficient you will become."
So I went down to supper in Melanie's dress, pretty undies, nylons and high
heels. I found that I liked the feel of the slip and skirt brushing softly
around my knees. After supper, I had more sitting, walking and moving
lessons. I had well and truly resigned myself now to what I was trying to
achieve and cooperated fully with mom and my sister. When I finally went to
my room that night, I stood for quite a few minutes practicing feminine
movements and smiles. It suddenly occurred to me that I was getting to like
what I was doing. I took off Melanie's clothes and hung them up, then climbed
into bed.
As soon as I arrived home from work the next evening, mother sent me up to
change. "Practice, practice, practice," she said. "Don't wear the Saturday
night clothes, you'll only soil them. Pick out something else from Melanie's
closet. But the lot, you hear. There is no sense being half hearted about
this. Undies, high heels, everything."
In Melanie's room, I put on a clean pair of tight gym panties and dived
into the drawers and closet. I selected a set of pure white underwear and
began to put them on. Pantyhose, panties, bra and slip. And I knew that I was
enjoying what I was doing. Again the soft light panties and slip make my skin
tingle. I took out a feather weight organdy blouse with short puffy sleeves
and put it on and then a mushroom pink straight skirt. Then I sat at the
vanity, smoothing the skirt this time, and carefully did my makeup.
Satisfied, I stood and stepped into a pair of high heeled sandals, the same
color as the skirt. Back at the mirror, I brushed my hair up a little
fluffier than it had been previously, added a pair of earrings, a necklace, a
bracelet, and a couple of rings.
Then I went back to the full length mirror to examine the result. The form
fitting skirt looked good, the makeup too. My slim ankles and calves looked
entirely feminine in the sheer nylons and high heels. I had just finished
when Melanie arrived home.
"Gee, you look just great, little sister," she said when she came into the
room.
"Thank you," I said confidently and then crossed the room and gave her a
light kiss on the cheek. "You're being very sweet."
"It's much easier to be sweet to a sister than it is to a brother," she
said cheekily.
I left her and went down to mom, who simply raved this time.
"Gosh, you look wonderful. You'd pass as a girl anywhere, not just at the
gym."
"Mom," I said "just one thing is still worrying me. How am I going to
change into my gym suit in front of all the other girls?"
She thought for a few moments. "There's no reason why you shouldn't wear
your sports bra and the gym panties under your dress so you don't have to
take them off. Darling, I don't think you'll have any trouble. Nobody will
suspect a thing. Just take care not to be too close to anyone while you are
undressed, that's all."
"Hmmmmm, I guess not."
"Are you sure you know all the girls?" she asked. "Let's go through them.
Debbie, Meg, Judy and Pat, of course." I nodded at each name. "Bonnie, and
Tina. That's all. There's Felicity in the juniors, she is bound to say hello.
Know her?" I nodded again. Yes, I knew them all. I had been watching them
with Melanie for years.
I was standing in my bra and panties, hanging Melanie's clothes that night,
when she came to the door and threw me an item of clothing.
"Here, you might like to wear this to bed, little sister."
It was a pair of soft white baby doll pajamas. I decided it would be rather
nice to wear them, and so when I had finished undressing, I put on the pj's
and removed my makeup and went to bed.
Friday evening I went straight to Melanie's room without having to be asked
and dressed in another outfit of her clothes. This time a soft grey silk
dress with red panty hose, high heels and matching garter belt. I made up,
added the jewelry and skipped down to greet mother.
She smiled as I entered the kitchen. "I think you're enjoying this, aren't
you?"
I blushed a little, but didn't answer. "Listen, your grandmother is coming
for supper tonight," said mom.
I was suddenly crestfallen. "Oh, I didn't know. I'll go and change again."
"No you won't. Don't be silly. She won't mind. In fact, when she comes
we'll ask Melanie to stay in her room for a while and try you out on her."
"Sure, O.K.," I said, pleased that I was able to stay in the girl's
clothes.
When the doorbell rang later, Melanie hurried off to her room and I went
into my big act and greeted grandmother.
"Hi Gran", I said flinging the door wide open and throwing my arms around
her and kissing her cheek, just Melanie had always done. "Lovely to see you."
"Hello Melanie darling. My, you're growing up. How lovely you look."
She came in and I took her hand and escorted her to mother. The three of us
sat in the living room for some time talking and it was obvious that there
was no way she could tell I was not Melanie. Later when she asked about Mark,
mother got up and went to the stairs and called.
"Darling, would you come down now, please."
When Melanie entered, also all dolled up, Gran was sorely puzzled.
"Oh my," she said, "what is happening here, two Melanies?"
Mom and Melanie laughingly explained the whole story. Gran was greatly
amused.
We had a super night. It occurred to me during the evening that Gran was
much nicer to me than she usually was and I guessed it was because I was
being a girl. Gran had always seemed to favor Melanie a little. I guess mom
did too in a way. Most of our family had lived without men for a long time.
I undressed for bed that night and put on my baby dolls just as mom came
in.
"I didn't know you were wearing those." She smiled.
"Melanie gave them to me," I said. "I like them better than my own pj's."
"I'm sure you do, my sweet." She sat on the edge of the bed. "Now listen,
tomorrow morning is your last test. I'm sure everything will go fine tomorrow
night, but I want you to be confident. So, in the morning I want you to come
shopping with me instead of Melanie. It will give you a boost to go out in
public and know that you're accepted as Melanie."
"O.K. mom," I said, excited as hell, but nervous too.
Next morning Melanie actually brought me in some things to choose from. I
wore the white undies again, but chose a pale blue sleeveless linen dress,
with pale blue panty hose and navy heels, belt and handbag. I had breakfast
then did my makeup, added some jewelry and with my heart pumping wildly and
my face flushed, I was ready to go. Melanie kissed me good bye at the door
and Mom and I walked to the car. I had to remember how to get into the front
seat in a ladylike fashion, and then we were off to our local shopping
center. Mom parked the car and walked around to open the door for me. I took
a deep breath and rolled my eyes at her and slid out. In five minutes we were
in the bustle of Saturday shoppers. I soon found that I was enjoying the
click clack of my heels on the pavement and the occasional glimpse of my
reflection in the shop windows. We went through the supermarket first to buy
all our food. We saw about five people we knew, all of who said "Hi Melanie"
or words to that effect. Trying hard to be totally relaxed I waved or called
back. I began to realize that there was no question as to who I was. I was
Melanie Pearce. A little later, mom really laid it on me. She took me into
the dress shop where she and Melanie buy their dresses. The girl who worked
there knew Melanie well. She waved when we first came in and we browsed
around waiting for her to finish with her customer. Finally, she bounced over
to us.
"Hi Melanie, Mrs. Pearce," she said. "Gee Mel, I still think that is one of
the best dresses you ever bought from us."
"Thanks Carol," I said, "I like it too, it's so easy to wear."
"Melanie's got her selection trials tonight," mom said. "I thought we might
get her something glamorous to wear."
"Oh Mom, really. What a lovely surprise," I said, playing Melanie to the
hilt.
"What about Thai silk," Carol asked. "I have a super little dress here,
nicely tailored. What do you think?" She took the dress off the rack. It was
a bit severe I thought, with its square neckline and tailored short sleeves
and straight skirt. Mom looked at me, raising her eyebrows.
"It's just lovely Carol, but I thought about something just a bit more
frivolous."
"Sure," Carol said, and bounced off. Mom smiled at me as if to tell me I
was doing well. This time Carol came back with a scrumptious dress in pale
lime. It had a fitted bodice with a lacy bow sewn in front, sleeveless, with
a short wide skirt.
"Try it on sweetheart," Mom insisted, and suddenly I was in the booth
taking off my dress and climbing into the new one. I barely had it half on
when Carol came barging in and helped me close the zipper. Then I had to
parade it for mom and about six other people in the store.
"I think it looks great," mom said. "Of course it will be better without
the blue nylons."
Carol and I laughed, "Would you like it dear?"
"Oh yes, please Mommy, that would be super," I said. And I meant it. But I
wanted it for me, not for Melanie.
"What color shoes do you think?"
"White I'd say," I answered. "And with super sheer white nylons."
"Yes, that would be sweet. The shoes are OK, but do you have any white
nylons?"
"No I don't think so."
Mom turned to Carol, "Have you any white pantyhose, Carol."
Carol went off to look, and returned in a minute with a package in her
hands.
"No pantyhose, Mrs. Pearce. But I do have these ten denier stockings."
"What a super idea. You can borrow my garter belt Melanie."
"Oh, yes please," I'd seen plenty of copies of Playboy. I knew what a
garter belt was. I went back into the booth and changed back into my own
dress while mom and Carol sorted out the bill. Then Carol packed my new
treasures into a carry bag and we left the shop. At the door I did something
quite instinctive and very feminine. I stopped mom and kissed her on the
cheek.
"Thank you, Mommy," I said.
We went to a coffee lounge and had some coffee and doughnuts before
proceeding home with our parcels. Melanie was ecstatic about the new dress as
I had been.
"Some consolation for not being able to go to the party," she said.
I slept through the afternoon to prepare myself for the hectic evening. At
five, mom woke me.
"Come on, my girl. Bath time for you. And shave your legs and underarms
again while you are in there.
I staggered out of bed and yawned my way to the bathroom where mom was now
running my bath. I was interested that she had said, "my girl".
Bathed, shaved, and powdered, I put on my gym panties and sports bra with
its panty padding. Then mom's garter belt and the white stockings which
looked superb. Then Melanie's "best" white lacy underwear, the marvelous new
dress, and the white high heeled sandals. Mom came in then. "Nails, nails,
nails," she said. "We forgot your nails."
She proceeded to file my nails and then gave them two coats of red polish.
I knew I would not be allowed to wear my jewelry on my hands during the
exercises so the color was compensation. Melanie did my face for me while the
nail polish dried. I thought she over did it a bit, as always, but then, it
was HER face, not mine, if you see what I mean. Finally with a single strand
of pearls at my neck and a tiny white clutch bag in my hands, I was ready.
"Don't I look terrific, Mother?" Melanie asked, as mom came in also looking
terrific.
"Barbara, would you go down to the corner store and get me some milk?"
I looked at Melanie and she grinned.
"Sure Mom, love to," I said. I took the money, put it in my purse, and left
the house. It was really fun strolling down to the shop in my skirt and
little heels. One of our neighbors called out to me.
"Hi Melanie," she said.
"Hello, Mrs. Green," I called back.
The store keeper knew Melanie as well. "Hi Melanie," he said, "what can I
do for you?"
I bought the milk and strolled home again, only to be confronted with a
huge surprise. Debbie was visiting Melanie. By the time I arrived home, they
had already told her the story and she had promised to keep our secret. Mom
told me all this at the door. I went into the living room and Debbie stood
up.
"Hello Barbara," she grinned. "Nice to meet you."
"Hi Deb. You don't mind then?"
"Mind? Of course not. I think you look just super."
"Thanks," I said. "Are you coming to practice with me this afternoon?"
"Would you like me to?"
"Yes please, but you'll have to remember to call me Melanie."
"Oh sure, I can remember that all right. But what am I going to call you
after that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I might have trouble calling you Mark. I much prefer Barbara."
I laughed. "I think I do too. You can call me Barbara as long as it's not
in front of the guys.
"Actually, you've got a bit of a problem with names," mother said.
"How's that?" I asked.
"Well, you are Melanie's identical twin. But everybody knows she has a
brother, not a sister. If you go out, you have to be Melanie. So you can
NEVER go out with Melanie. You can only be Barbara at home ... or Mark of
course."
"But I only have to be Melanie once more this afternoon."
"Why were you dressed in Melanie's clothes this morning then?"
I blushed, "Well because ... I ... er ... thought I might as well stay in
character."
"And when you get home this afternoon, you'll never put on Melanie's
clothes again?"
"Well, ... I ... er ..." I couldn't answer.
"I thought as much," mom said. "Oh come on Barbara. You're enjoying being a
girl. Last night you loved it. You dressed in Melanie's clothes this morning
because you wanted to. You like what you see and feel, don't you?"
I was still blushing. "Yes, ... yes I do."
"Well then, we were responsible for all this. Having started it, I don't
see that we have any right to stop it. I guess you can be Mark and Barbara
and Melanie if you don't get too confused. As I said before, Melanie and
Barbara can never be seen together except by Gran and Debbie. But if
Melanie's not going anywhere and you want to, you can go out as Melanie."
I looked at Melanie. "It's fine with me, I like my new sister."
"I don't mind," said Debbie, 'I like the both of you. I don't mind which
Melanie I'm with. You are both perfect girls. Maybe we should go to a movie
tonight, Barbara?"
"Sure," said Melanie "I'm not going anywhere at all until this ankle is
fixed. I reckon that means you've got tonight, tomorrow and probably through
till Wednesday evening to be me. In fact you'll probably have to go to
practice on Wednesday for me anyway."
I turned to mom, "And you don't mind Mother?"
"Not at all. As I said, we're responsible for all this."
An hour later, Debbie and I were strolling hand in hand to the gym. I wore
Melanie's practice suit under her pink track suit. When the practice was
over, we each went to our own homes, with the arrangement that mom would
drive me over to pick her up later to go to the movies. We discussed what we
would wear and decided to go glamorous.
"This is terrific. I can go out with my girlfriend and my boyfriend in one.
And mom will never object, because I'm with Melanie," Debbie giggled.
At home, Melanie helped me select something to wear. "Does this mean I have
to keep my hair like this forever?" she asked.
"Oh, I hadn't thought of that, is it a problem?"
"Not at the moment. I quite like it shorter for the time being, but I'd
hate to think I had to keep it this way forever!"
"Well then," I said, "I suppose we will have to worry about that when the
time comes."
"What are you going to do when Debbie decides she wants to screw you."
"MELANIE, how vulgar! I'll worry about that when the time comes too. Mark
hasn't gone completely you know."
"You could have fooled me, looking at you for a moment. But then I do
understand, little sister. It seems you're going to have the best of each
world from now on."
I put on Melanie's dress and closed the tight zipper. I slipped my feet
into her black high heels and once more fixed my makeup. With Debbie being so
agreeable, I wondered how she would feel about living with another girl as we
got older. Maybe Mark could disappear completely and Melanie could have a
full time twin sister ... forever.
--
Karen Mitchell
labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com
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***From FEMINET
***FLIGHT***
The open sky was an ugly bruised purple that cast a strange warm
light over the cloisters of the ruined monastery. Two figures stood in
the center of the overgrown grounds, surrounded by silent arches and
deep shadows. A short dark woman and a tall blonde girl were studying a
long written script on a yellow legal style tablet of paper.
The coal red eyes watched the scene curiously. "What were they up
to?" the creature thought through it's pain and confusion. Naomi had her
damned stone back, but she couldn't use it herself. And she would still
get only one clean wish out of this two-sexed one. What was she planning
with that wish? Walter-beast's devotion to Naomi was in direct conflict
with the deep feelings of resentment for being relegated to slave-beast
to this woman. He had constant flashbacks to the moment in his office at
the university when she had grasped the stone and said 'Now I wish you'd
be a good little slave and fly away...'
His reptilian head cocked itself to the side to get the couple into
better view. He jumped off of his cupola perch and glided to the top of
a broken column, straining to hear their voices. When he had tried to
land on Naomi-goddess's shoulder earlier she had rejected him. Now he
flew nervously from perch to perch trying to see what was happening.
". . . so that's the wish, dear." Naomi was saying with a voice that
dripped with calculated sincerity. "Do you think you can read it exactly
as I've written it? If it's read inaccurately it would be dangerous for
both of us."
The blonde said something softly that Walter-beast couldn't hear. Her
face was frowning. Maybe she didn't like what the goddess was saying to
her. If she threatened the goddess he was here to protect her. He
tensed, thinking about attack angles.
". . .it's a little confusing I said, Naomi." The girl said, raising
her voice. "You said you'd give me my wish, but there's nothing on this
paper that would make me fully female. I did what you wanted, it's not
my fault that jerk screwed it up. Please, please, pretty please."
"Practice the wish, Cat. If all goes well you'll get what you want.
Isn't it worth it? You saw that boy dance in the contest. You saw what
the stone can do."
The blonde looked at the goddess as if to say something but Walter-
beast relaxed as she read the paper over and mumbled the wish out loud.
She did that 5 more times, each time with increasing confidence and
clarity.
"You're ready, hold this stone and recite carefully at the count of
three. The timing of a wish this complex is very important. If you make
any wish but the one of the paper my pet watching us from the column
will deal with you."
Walter tensed again was the blonde girl looked up at him with a
nervous glance. He spread his wings threateningly and the girl shivered
and took the stone out of Naomi's hand.
The Goddess looked at her watch and started counting, "One, Two,
Three!"
Walter hurtled himself into the sky and circled as the blonde read
the paper, a faint glow of green in her right palm. He watched as the
sun disappeared in the western horizon in a blaze of reddish purple and
just as dramatically a soft green glow engulfed one of the archways
surrounding the cloisters.
***FOREVER***
Nick's room was lit by the warm light of the sun rising through his
east window. Julie could see the small collection of girls clothes hung
in his closet and the box of "Nick's" clothes neatly put away in boxes
on the shelf above. Nick's bed was empty. The pink bed cover was pulled
up over the sheets and pillows. The Quilters poster above his bed glowed
with color.
Neatly folder over a chair by the bed was a bright pink cotton bikini
bottom and a tee-shirt emblazoned THE HIDEOUT.
Julie stool over to the look over Nick's shoulder at the desk where
he sat. He was writing a letter. Then, in disgust, his delicate hands
crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed in the direction of the
wastepaper basket.
"Damn, I can't even hit the basket any more!" he growled in a sweet
voice. He figured the new body would take a little more compensating on
the next toss. He'd been playing basketball since he was a kid, he'd
adjust.
"What ya doin', Nick?" Julie asked her voluptuous brother.
"None of your business."
"You got home pretty late last night." Nick was silent.
"Did you get the stone back? Tell me what happened."
Nick turned around and faced his younger sister. There were tears in
his big blue eyes. "It's over, Julie. The stone is gone." he choked.
"I'm gonna be like this forever."
"Not forever, Nick." Julie replied sympathetically. "Just until you
die." Then she grinned and jumped back like she expected Nick to lunge
at her.
"It's not funny. It's not! You were born and raised a girl. You can
joke about it."
"OK, it's not funny. But it's not hopeless either. If the winner of
the wet tee-shirt contest wouldn't take the $50 for the stone it doesn't
mean we can't get it. I'll just call Rod and Barry and we'll go over and
convince this babe, whoever she is, to give up the stone for a few
minutes. That's all it would take. All you gotta do Nickie is tell me
who she is and I'll handle it. What kinda girl wins a wet tee-shirt
contest anyway?" Julie was getting worked up in defense of her
"brother". Her rosy cheeks we're flush with excitement. She looked so
hopeful, so determined. Nick hated to deflate her. "Well," she said,
"You've got to tell me for us to help you. Who is this wet tee-shirt
bimbo?"
"Julie. . ., I'm the wet tee-shirt bimbo."
Julie looked at her brother, shocked.
"I'm a guy, yet last night I was dancing half naked in front of a
hundred horny sleazeballs. Julie, I can't even dance and I won a wet
tee-shirt contest. The prizes are right over there."
As Julie looked through her brother's booty as Nick continued. "I
can't believe I did it! But the stone was one of the prizes and I had
the right equipment." Nick cupped the well shaped breasts under his
nightie.
"So you won the stone, where is it? And while I'm asking big brother,
what's this secret letter you're writing?"
Nick told Julie what he could about the events of the previous night.
The dance, winning the contest over the hardbody blonde ringer hired by
the Gypsy fortuneteller and the fight between Rod and Art. As Nick
related the details Julie was edging toward the wastebasket. As Nick
finished the story he suddenly realized what she was up to and dove to
push the basket away but she snatched the balled up wad of paper out of
the basket and scampered to the doorway where she was safely out of
Nicks range. She started to unwad the paper when she paused in thought.
"Nick, did anybody get any pictures?"
"I thought of that. It doesn't matter. . .wait, it does matter. If
Dad doesn't change me back then it matters a whole bunch. My God, I'll
be known as the topless slut of Watertown."
"Jeeze, Nick, that's tough. We'll have to think about what to do
about that one, but it isn't worth worrying about until we find out
someone's got pictures. There's still the fifty dollars."
"A hundred dollars. I won fifty last night. And a shopping spree at
the Quickshop."
"Well,I guess it's not all bad." Julie said reassuringly. She
straighten out the paper in her hand and started to read.
"Hey, that's private." Nick said moving towards her.
"Dear Dad," Julie started.
"Don't!"
"I hear from Mom that you're home now. I hope you had a nice trip."
Julie continued from the paper, "I'm having a great time in Ohio with
Aunt Marie and Uncle Frank. They're really treating me well. I'm making
lots of bucks at a Burger Best here in town, and Uncle Frank said it
would be OK if I stayed for a while longer.
I hate to miss you, but I'll be thinking about you every day. Give my
love to Nicole..."
Julie turned to Nick, "You'll never get away with this. You've got to
tell him. The sooner he knows, the better."
"He's my Dad, Julie. I'm his son. I can't be his daughter. I can't
play football as his daughter. I can't go hunting with him as his
daughter. He won't buy it."
"He loves you, Nick."
"He loves Nick."
"He loves me. I'm a girl. He can love you, too. You've got to tell
him and give him a little time to accept it. Boys are so dumb!" With
that Julie darted out into the hall. The called back into the room." If
you want me to go after that Gypsy with you, just holler."
**********
Nick sat down at the breakfast table across from his mother. Her
usual pert face as serious as she stared across her coffee.
"Here's a letter I want you to give to Dad when he gets home
tomorrow. It's from Nick, staying in Ohio."
"He can make the wish tomorrow, Nick. There's no need for this." his
mother stated quietly.
"There's not going to be a wish, Mom. The stone is gone."
"How could the stone be gone, Nick. You were going to get it last
night. Weren't you?"
"The stone was a prize in a wet tee-shirt contest, Mom. I thought I
could buy it from the winner. That's what I was going to do, really."
"But you didn't." Nicks Mother said with a serious look on her face.
"I didn't, because the Gypsy was there. And she sent this girl to
dance for her and win the stone, but the girl wasn't a girl and I won
instead. . ."
"You what?"
"I danced in the wet tee-shirt contest and won."
"Nicole, uh, Nick." Nick's Mother said in a hard voice.
"But I lost the stone when some giant bat stole it off my neck. . ."
Nick continued, "I guess this is all hard to believe."
Nick's mother paused, looking at the floor and shaking her tiny head
from side to side. Then she stopped and looked Nick straight in the
eyes. "I forgot to ell you, Art's mother called. She told me about the
HIDEOUT last night." she stated quietly, "You know what a gossip she is.
I can't believe my own child did a strip-tease on a stage and the whole
town knows about it."
Nick felt flush. "I. . .You see. . .It was for the stone. And it
wasn't a strip-tease, well... not exactly. The stone was a prize and the
Gypsy would have gotten it. I tried so hard. It was so embarrassing, but
I had to do it to try to get the stone. And I won it. I had it around my
neck and this . . .I mean the Gypsy stole it from me." Nick's pretty
face was bright red.
"It's hard for me to believe you danced in a wet t-shirt contest
young lady!" Tears welled up in Nick's mothers eyes, "It's all my fault.
You're just a boy, you don't know how to handle these things. I should
have wished to change you back when I had the chance. I don't know what
came over me. I'm really sorry, Nick. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Mom, I love you. It's not your fault."
"But it will be my fault if you go out in that tight tee-shirt
without a bra." His Mother said, brightly, trying to change the subject.
"I bought you one yesterday. Walking around with a bustline like that
could get painful without some support." Mrs. Burford got up from the
table to retrieve a purple sack. She pulled out a large beige bra and
held it out to Nick. "Put it on. With your figure you're going to need
it."
Nick took the big harness and studied it. A little white tag sewed
into the strap said it was a 36C. "You really think I should?"
"I'm not going to order you to, honey, but you really should. What
kind of reputation will you have after last night? This will protect
your modesty and be more comfortable, too. Just put it on and try it."
Nick pulled off the tee-shirt, letting the soft white globes fall
free in front of his mother. She helped him hook the bra and adjust the
shoulder straps until it was comfortable. He put the tee-shirt back on
and looked in the mirror. "OK, I'll wear it."
"I've got to go now."
"Your father will be home late tomorrow night. You should really tell
him everything."
"I can't, Mom. It's not the same now. I'm not the same. I need time
to understand, to get used to this. If I ever do."
"I feel so badly for you, Nick. I want to help. . ."
"There's nothing you can do. Please give Dad the letter. Tell him you
got it from me in the mail. I'll tell him when I'm ready. . .Please?"
Nick got up from the table and hugged his mother from behind. "It's
not your fault, Mom. I'll get used to it. I'll try." He left the house
and sighed loudly. He had a lot of thinking to do.
******
The weather had cooled and birds sang cheerfully to celebrate the end
of the heat. Fluffy clouds drifted over the sun occasionally,
increasing the cooling effect. Nick took a lung full of aromatic summer
air and watched as his full breasts straining against his light cotton
tee-shirt. He could only see the word "LIFE'S". The rest of the graphic
on the shirt "A BEACH" was hidden by his ample endowment.
As he headed down the street he thought about how it was all still so
new, so odd. A man across the street stopped mowing and watched Nick as
he walked by. 'You think I don't see you there leering at me?' thought
Nick. The man's eyes followed him until he turned the corner, then Nick
heard the lawnmower rev up and grind into gear.
Nick had lots to think about. He was a girl. People reacted to him as
a girl. Yet his past, his training, his experience was that of a boy. He
felt torn, confused. It was easy to ignore the feminine dilemma for a
few days, but a lifetime as a woman. The prospect was strange and
frightening.
Relationships had changed, too. Julie was OK. He felt closer to her
now than ever before, and his Mom seemed to open up to him more now. But
his Dad was lost. What would he think then his football player went out
for cheerleader? Nick wasn't sure he had the courage to tell his Dad
what had happened to him.
His friendships had changed, that was for sure. Already Art Sandusky
was jealous and Rod seemed a lot more interested in him than before. A
lot more! He thought about the kiss at the table in the HIDEOUT,
shivered and put it out of his mind. Too confusing!
Nick looked up. He was surrounded by the green space of Edgerton
Park. He'd walked all the way across town without realizing it or
sensing the passage of time. He sat on a park bench in front of the pond
and watched joggers plod around on an asphalt surface circling the
water. A group of children played at the edge of his vision. Boys
throwing a baseball, girls jumping rope and giggling every time someone
missed. He'd never jumped rope. He'd never giggled. He'd grown up
throwing the ball, hitting the ball, shooting the ball. He leaned back
on the wooden seat feeling the July sun warm his hair, putting all
thought out of his mind.
"Nicole."
Nick jumped. Only the hand on his shoulder held him on the park
bench.
"Daydreaming?" Rod Thomas's face was close to his, a gentle smile on
his lips.
"Oh. . .Rod. It's you."
"Ever play any basketball back in Ohio, Nicole?"
"A little." Nick said cautiously, thinking about his 19 point reserve
game for the Muskies last winter.
"Want to meet some guys?" Rod grabbed Nick's slim hand in his. Nick
felt the hard muscle of his fingers grip him gently as he tugged him off
the bench."
"Hey, no crutches. I thought you'd gotten it pretty bad last night."
Nick observed as he was pulled across the park toward a group of boys
playing basketball in a wire enclosed court.
"It's getting better. I can almost put my full weight on it. In fact
I've been trying to play a little b-ball on it, but it's not quite
ready."
They headed inside the high wire fence that enclosed the basketball
court. Three boys, all familiar faces, watched them from the court as
they approached. Rod put his arm around Nick, pressing him forward in
front of the group. "Nicole, meet Mits."
A short oriental boy threw the basketball he was holding to another
player and put out his hand to greet Nick. Nick remembered him from
school last spring. He had transferred from Minneapolis mid-year, had
trouble making friends at first, but his quiet intensity had won him a
small group by the end of the spring quarter. "It's nice to meet you,
Mits ." Nick said politely. The boy stared in his eyes wordlessly for
what seemed like an unusually long time, then offered, "Wow, you're a
knockout. You comin' to Watertown this fall?"
"Maybe." Nick answered. He looked over at Rod who raised his eyebrows
hopefully.
"This is Jazz Johnson, Nicole." A lean black smiled broadly and
bowed. "Pleased to meet you, ma'am. Any friend of Rods is a friend of
mine. . .anyway!"
Nick giggled and said "Hi, Jazz. Boy you're tall!"
"And growing," The smile broadened as if there was more meaning to
that intended than Nick understood, but he let it go and smiled back.
"And last but also least, this is Mike Voss."
Voss had played football with Rod and Nick, so he shook hands
nervously looking for recognition in his eyes but only saw the
nervousness returned. Why was this blonde farmboy nervous? Then he
remembered. Mike Voss had always been nervous around girls. Nick tried
to put him at ease. "How's the game going Mike?" he asked innocently.
Mike hesitated and looked around for some kind of escape. "Uh, fine."
"What's the score."
"It's Rod and me, 24, and Jazz and Mits, 28. Rod's been havin' a
little trouble with that ankle." Mike said, gaining confidence that Nick
wasn't going to bite.
"Yah," interjected Rod "I've had it. Want to finish the game up for
me, Nicole? You're dressed for it."
The three players looked at Rod and Nicole in surprise. Nick wasn't
sure what to say. . .The players regained their composure and apparently
decided that basketball with a gorgeous girl might be a lot of fun.
"Come on, Nicole." Said Jazz, Mike needs a player, not a cripple."
"I haven't played for a while," apologized Nick.
The other three quickly agreed that that was quite alright. "Your
ball." said Jazz as he threw the ball to Nick at the top of the circle.
"Half court. We're playing to thirty so you shouldn't have to get too
sweaty."
Nick watched Mikes husky body bull it's way into towards the basket
tried a pass over Mit's head. The pass went right into the wiry
Oriental's hands.
Got to adjust for this body thought Nick. The arms aren't as strong,
and I'm shorter. "It's OK, Nicole." shouted Mike.
Mits dribbled the ball out to the top of the key and charged back in
towards the bucket, but Nicole had placed herself in his path. As he
charged at her his eyes left the basket and lit on Nick's generous
chest. Distracted for a moment, Mits let the ball hit his foot and Nick
snatched it, taking it to the top of the key again. This time he bounced
a pass off the asphalt surface to Mike under the basket.
Mike grabbed it and threw a clumsy hook over Jazz who was closing in
fast. "Two" shouted Rod and the ball rolled around the hoop and in.
"Damn," said Jazz with feeling.
"Very lucky shot." added Mits and grinned at Nick. "But a good pass."
Jazz took the ball to the top of the key and tried a long jump shot.
the ball bounced off the rim and into Nick's hands off to the right side
of the free-throw line.
"26 to 28" Rod stated, "With a chance to tie."
Mike moved in the backcourt underneath the basket and Nick remembered
that he liked to alley-oop. A play where a ball was thrown in the air
near the basket and tipped in by a nearby player. Nick put the ball up
towards the basket out of reach of Jazz who was on the other side of
Mike, giving it a little extra omph to compensate for the weaker muscles
in his feminine arms. Mike tipped the ball. It bounced against the metal
backboard, hitting the front of the rim, rolled around and in."
"All tied up." called Rod.
"We knew that, man." said Jazz. He looked at Mits and said, "let's
put this one away."
Suddenly Nick wanted to win more than anything in the world. To prove
to these boys, to prove to himself, that a girl could be whatever she
wanted to be. Play basketball if she wanted. To prove to himself that
maybe he hadn't changed as much as it seemed.
Mits took that ball to the top of the circle and dribbled around to
the right, protecting the ball with his wiry body. He looked at Jazz,
towering over Mike, near the basket and Nick saw his eyes look to
exactly where the ball would be passed. He went for the ball as the pass
was thrown, deflecting it. He ran nimbly after it and caught it with a
quick dribble. This isn't bad he thought, I'm more coordinated than I
used to be. Nick crossed over the top of the circle as the rules of
half court say you must do before shooting a stolen ball. Without
thinking he dribbled toward the basket, big breasts bouncing. Jazz went
into the air to block Nick's shot, so he ducked under him continuing for
the basket instead of stopping to shoot where Jazz blocked his path.
He took a short jumper about 5 feet from the basket, but the ball it
the rim and bounced away. Just like the wastepaper basket, thought Nick.
Mike grabbed the rebound in a struggle with Jazz who had been
watching Nick dribble toward the basket with flatfooted awe. He threw
the ball out to Nick.
Nick ran toward the corner, then turned and tore down the baseline
under the basket, turning at about seven feet from the basket for a jump
shot. Don't forget to compensate, Nick, he thought to himself. You're
not as tall or as strong as you used to be. Nick imagined the path the
ball would take to the basket and put a little extra oomph on the ball
to make sure it followed that path.
He wondered if he had shot too hard. It went in cleanly without
hitting the rim.
The three boys and Rod converged on Nick, who was panting from the
exertion by the basket. They all congratulated him and Mike gave him a
big hug. "Hey, you're good." he offered. "You can play with me any
time."
Nick caught his breath and looked around. The warm sun still lit the
afternoon scene. He felt the exhilaration of the moment. Maybe this
wouldn't be so bad he thought. He could still do all the same things he
had done before. Some things he could do even better. This whole thing
would be OK.
Rod and Nick joined Mike, Mits and Jazz at the edge of the pond to
skip stones and talk.
They spent the rest of the afternoon trying to teach Mike to make a
flat stone skip and falling into convulsive laughter every time he tried
and the stone dove like a submarine instead of flying off the water in
neat little hops.
The group walked to the exit of the park together and chatted about
the football camp to start tomorrow and Watertown's chances in the in
the conference next fall. Nick had never felt so close to any of his
friends as he felt right now to these four boys.
As they parted Rod caught him and took him aside. "Want to go out
tomorrow night? I have a surprise. A favorite place I'd like to show
you, but we've got to leave before dark. Maybe four o'clock."
"If my Mom lets me, she's pretty mad about the HIDEOUT."
"Unless she says no, we've got a date then."
"Unless she says no, I say yes." Nick said smiling.
He walked across town and thought about the day, the last two weeks
and his life ahead. Everything was going to be fine.
***FORM FOLLOWS FUNCTION***
Nick turned over in the cool sheets. A bright spot of light caught
her in the eye and she had to scoot over on the mattress to avoid it.
She drifted back to sleep feeling like her veins were filled with warm
molasses. Sweet and warm. She straightened the powder blue babydolls she
had worn to bed last night and turned again to get more comfortable. She
hugged herself and felt her soft breasts yield to her arms below them.
Her hands wandered to her nipples. Slim fingers played delicately on
their surface and they jutted out like tiny mountains during the
formation of the earth. Out of the lavaflows rose the mountains thought
Nick. Nick spread her legs to get more comfortable. The bottoms of
nightie seemed damp so she slid them down to her knees and pulled her
right foot up to catch it in the leghole of the panties. She grinned to
herself as she pulled the panties down to her feet with her toes. She
felt the new place between her legs with her fingers. It was wet and
soft and very sensitive. Just a finger lightly brushing the edges of the
moist portion sent shivers up and down her body. Her beautiful body she
thought.
She grabbed the ruffled bottom edge of her babydolls and pulled them
over her head. She decided to check out this body that boys had found so
interesting for two weeks.
She pulled her foot up close to examine it, bending her knee. Nicole
was amazed at how close she could get it. She had never looked closely
at her foot before the change, but this foot was obviously very
different. The toes were long and slim, like her new fingers, and the
foot was short. She wiggled the little toes in delight at the delicate
feminine appendage before her. Her hands slid on either side of the
smooth slim leg she held and felt the firm calf. As a boy her calves had
bulged out but this one was almost a cylinder with no obvious muscular
definition. In fact Nicole noticed no real muscular definition anywhere
on her body. It all seemed hidden beneath smooth, soft poreless skin.
Nicole continued running her hands up her leg, feeling the buttery
skin yield under her fingers. Her thighs were tight, but not hard as
before. They seemed to grow larger as her hands neared the juncture of
thigh and hips. Her hands would have run into a male organ by now, but
instead she could feel increasing warmth and dampness.
Nick's shop teacher had always said "Form follows function." She
thought about that. What function did this form follow. Her hips were
wide compared to her thin tapering legs. Why? Her cock and balls had
been replaced with a moist slit, for what purpose? She put her hands at
her narrow waist and asked herself what a tiny waist had to do with
being female? Was it all fucking and babies? Or were their other talents
women were meant to have? Somehow Nicole felt she had more talents, and
more options than she ever had as a boy.
Like never before, Nicole felt she could do and be anything she
wanted to be. She could still be the athlete her father wanted, she had
proven that to herself yesterday. She had made close new friendships
that had eluded her as a boy and her special friendship with Rod was
like nothing she had experienced. It scared and excited her. She hoped
it would continue and grow because it made her feel so good! Life itself
seemed filled with promise. She didn't have to live up to someone else's
role for her any more. She could define her own role. If she wanted to
be passive and lean on Rod, it was alright, but she could be assertive,
too.
Nicole got up and looked at herself in the mirror attached to the
inside of her closet door. Her naked body was indeed of Playboy caliber.
Blonde shoulder-length hair framed a round, pretty face that only
faintly resembled the old Nick. Nick was gone. That was OK. Nicole's
life would be much better than Nick's, she was certain of that. She put
her hands under the grapefruit sized globes of soft flesh on her chest
and brought the nipples close to her face. They were a bright rose color
sharply contrasting the pale skin of her breasts. At the end of each
nipple she could see a tiny depression. She turned the nipple in her
fingers and they hardened, sending little shivers through her body
again. She watched the colored area around the nipples grow bumpy and
wrinkled. Through her fog of pleasure and concentration she suddenly her
a knocking at her bedroom door. A cold rush of guilt ran through her
body as she hurriedly grabbed her nightly top off the bed and pulled it
over her head. She was fishing the bottoms out of the sheets when the
door swung open.
Nicole saw Julie's silhouette in the door. She was saying "Boom baba
Boom Baba Boom," and swinging her slim hips.
As Nicole's eyes adjusted she saw Julie in the tiny pink cotton
bikini and "Go-Go" tee-shirt that Nicole had worn at the wet tee-shirt
contest.
"Julie what are you doing?"
"You've been a bad influence on me, Nick. I want to be a wet tee-
shirt contestant when I grow up, just like my big sister."
"You. . . you, twerp! I'll show you wet!" Nicole grabbed Julie's arm,
pulling it behind her back. She pushed Julie in front of her and lead
her to the shower.
"No, No. You'll mess up my hair." she squealed.
"You should have thought of that before your new career choice.
Nicole turned on the shower and pushed Julie in, but as she fell into
the stream of ice cold water, laughing, she grabbed Nicole who lost his
balance and inadvertently joined her.
They both charged out of the shower, giggling uncontrollably, Julie
running, Nick chasing.
"Nick, no," Julie screamed as she ran.
Nicole stopped and sat down on the top of the step that went down to
the front hallway. "Julie, call me Nicole. I think I like that name
better now."
Julie looked up the steps at her beautiful sister, sitting at the top
step in a soaking wet pair of powder blue baby dolls. She looked very
lovely and at peace with herself.
"OK, Nicole," she said, "You got it!"
END
EPILOG
***FUZZBUSTER***
Earl Theigpin looked over at his partner Marv Simpson as he turned
the Watertown patrol car onto the county road that lead to the old
monastery. He grabbed the microphone of his radio and hit the talk
button.
"Car to base. Turning onto county road 167 to check out the apparent
firelight seen in the local of the old monastery. Base. Base are you
there?"
Damn it, Marge, are you on coffee break?"
"If she's on coffee break, how can she hear you, stupid?" said Marv
riding shotgun.
"She keeps doing that when we got important business, I'm hirin' a
new secretary."
"Hell, you'll never do that. Where'll you find a doll like Marge to
work for $4.50 an hour?"
"Ya," Earl sighed, "That's the problem alright. Hey look, there's
still a light comin' from the buildings. Looks kinda green."
"Could be one of those camp lights, they're kinda' a weird color."
Earl pulled up close to the ruined east wall of the old complex. he
opened the door, got out of the door and pulled his gun.
"You're gonna carry that gun?"
"Police Journal's full of obituaries of officers who didn't." Earl
said seriously.
Earl and Marv peeked around the arched entry into the outer walls of
the monastery and slid through the doorway into the inner gardens. The
silhouette of the old chapel loomed to the west as then kept low and
silently scampered across the open gardens area to the archways of the
cloisters.
"There, look." Marv pointed at the green glow that seemed to come
from an archway just across the cloisters, 20 yards away.
"You see anybody?" Earl whispered.
"Nope." Answered Marv.
"What the hell is that?" Marv cried to Earl.
A huge batlike shape beat it wings as it flew down towards the entire
2 man Watertown Police force.
"Damn." said Marv and the two ran toward the center of the cloisters
to avoid the strange creature. Earl fired a warning shot into the night
air, turning around looking for the creature in the night sky. It
appeared flying at them from the archway they had entered the cloisters
from. He drove them closer to the glowing green light of the arch across
the yard. The two now had their guns drawn and stood back to back just
ten yards from the glowing light. The beast came at them again.
Marv turned to Earl as the ducked and shouted, "Let's run for cover."
Earl and Marv dashed through the arch towards the safety of the building
walls .
As he hit the plane of the arch, Earl heard a sharp crackling and
felt an warm shrinking sensation. He looked over in surprise to see
Marv's blue Police uniform grow loose as the body inside seemed to
change in shape. Marv's prominent beer belly shrink and disappeared as
his bald head sprouted hair. Marv's new slim figure allowed no purchase
for his huge pants and Earl watched in wonder as the pants fell down. He
looked at what was underneath and fainted dead away.
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labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com
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***From FEMINET
August 22, 1993
"Half a Loaf"
by
Olivia Evans
"Mike, why are you looking at me like that?" Pamala asked her husband
of two years. She had been in the process of pulling on her panties and
had suddenly felt her husband's eyes on her.
Mike glanced away, obviously embarrassed. "No reason," he shook his
head. He started toward the door.
"Wait!" Pamala commanded. "There was a reason for that strange look,
now tell me what it was," she softened her tone a little. "Please,
Mike, what was it?"
"Your panties," Mike mumbled growing red in the face.
Pamala involuntary looked down at the bright pink nylon panty briefs
she had put on. They looked alright to her, then what was bothering
Mike? She sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the area beside
her. "Mike, please sit down. We need to talk."
Mike nodded and sat down. Other than the two words he had just
spoken, he hadn't said a thing.
"Mike, please tell me, what is it about my panties that's gotten you
so upset." Mike remained silent and turned his head away. Just before
he did, Pamala thought she caught sight of tears forming in his eyes.
"Mike, honey, you're beginning to scare me. Please tell me what's
bothering you."
Mike turn back to face his wife. There were tears in his eyes! The
confirmation of the tears caused Pamala's fears to increase. "Mike, I'm
your wife. I love you, very much and you can trust me. I won't get mad
or upset if you would just please tell me what is bothering you."
Mike looked into his wife's eyes and saw nothing but compassion and
love. Pamala waited while he made up his mind to tell her.
"Pam, I love you, you know that, don't you?" Mike said slowly.
Pamala stiffened and leaned back slightly. Conversations that
started like this usually ended up with a "but, I want a divorce."!
Well, no matter what, she would not give him the satisfaction of
granting it.
"And I love you too, honey," Pamala said a little slower than Mike
had. She, like Mike had a few minutes earlier, searched his eyes. All
she could see was pain, anxiety and worry.
"Mike honey, please."
Mike took a deep breath and sighed slowly. "It's your panties. I
want to wear them."
"What!" Pamala exclaimed in great relief. "Is that all?"
"What do you mean is that all?" Mike asked a little stunned by his
wife's reaction.
"Honey, compared to what I'd been thinking, wearing my panties is
insignificant. If you want to try them on, go right ahead. I don't
mind, really I don't."
Mike's dark look lighten. "Then you really don't mind."
Pamala leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Of
course not, honey, if that's what will make you happy. Here, I'll even
select a very pretty pair for you to wear right now, if you would like."
Mike watched in open mouthed amazement as Pamala rose and started to
dig through her dresser. A few seconds later she pulled a pair of
string bikinis out and handed them to Mike.
Mike looked at the garment in his hand then back up at his wife.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" he asked.
"I thought that you wanted to wear them?" Pamala said, growing
confused.
Mike looked down at the bikinis then back up at his wife. "Well, I
do, but I want to be you when I wear them."
"Be me? You mean pretend to be me? Why honey, that's the sweetest
thing you've ever said to me," Pamala moved back to the bed and sat down
on her husband's lap. They naturally fell into an embrace and kissed.
"I think that you don't quite understand what I'm saying. Maybe I
worded it wrong. It's not that I want to BE you as much as I want to
BECOME you." Mike began to run his hands over Pamala's half naked body.
He paid particular attention to her breasts and the swell of her hips
and rear.
"Mike, what is it that you're trying to tell me, that you're a
transsexual?" Pamala's fears suddenly returned.
"A what? No, no. It's just that I want to be a woman for a change.
Nothing permanent you understand, just temporary."
Pamala stood up and shook her head. "Nothing permanent! And just
how do you plan to do that? Take female hormones grow your own breasts,
live you life as a woman for a while then just stop? And just what am I
to do while you're being a woman just 'temporarily'?"
Mike smiled. "Why I thought it would be rather obvious, you would be
me."
"That's the biggest bunch of bull shit I've ever heard. I couldn't
just become you. Besides, what makes you think that I would even want
to?" Pamala said angrily.
"Yes, you can. The how is really quite simple, we use the equipment
I've been working on in the basement. As for the why should you,
haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be a man?"
Pamala looked thoughtfully at her husband. He was right, she had
wondered on occasion what it would be like being a male. What girl, or
boy for that matter, didn't at one time or another wonder what it would
be like to be the other sex?
"You say you have a machine down in the basement that will do this?
Make us into one another?"
Mike nodded. "Sure, I've already tried it out on some laboratory
rats. Immediately after I pushed the button, they started to behave
just like the other."
"And you can change us back?"
Mike nodded. Pamala abruptly turned and began to dig a bra out of
her dresser. When she fastened it around her chest she turned back to
face her husband again. "Let me think about it for a while, okay?"
Mike nodded and began to rise from the bed. "Uh, honey?"
"Yes," Pamala asked, not bothering to interrupt pulling on her
shorts.
"About those panties, can I really wear them?"
"Of course, dear, that's what I got them out for."
-0-0-0-
Pamala thought about Mike's proposal for nearly a month before
finally giving in.
"I can't tell you how excited this makes me," Mike said as he
adjusted some dials on a large console. Pamala was already laying on
the table, holding two metal electrodes in her hands. Covering her nude
body was a wire mesh like cloth that was attached to still another
electrode.
"So, I can see," Pamala giggled as she watched her husband. He too
was as naked as the day he was born. In a few minutes, he would be
laying next to Pamala covered by an identical wire mesh cloth and
holding identical electrodes. Pamala pulled the mesh cloth over her
head as she had been instructed to. The weave of the cloth was lose
enough to allow her to see most of what Mike was doing.
There was a muffled clap of thunder faintly heard in the semi dark
basement. Pamala looked worriedly up at the light hanging over her head
as it flickered. "Mike how much longer?"
"Just a few more seconds, beloved. Then I'll set the timer and get
up there beside you and then zip, we're each other."
The sound of the thunder came a little closer. "Hurry up, Mike,"
Pamala hissed.
"There! Last one!" Mike pushed a red button and hurried to the
table. A few seconds later, he had covered himself completely with the
mesh and was gripping the electrodes.
"Only a few seconds more, Pamala, my darling."
"It had better be fast, I don't wnt to be down here when the
lightening gets here." No sooner than Pamala said that then the lights
went out.
"What the hell?" Mike said. Through the loose threads of the mesh
cloth, Pamala saw her husband rise up. The mesh cloth slid down to just
above his waist as he groped for a flashlight.
"Be careful, honey," Pamala called. In the light of another
lightening strike, Pamala saw her husband nod.
Just as he nodded, she the lights came back on. Pamala was bathed in
a warm golden glow as the wire mesh cloth lit up. Although she knew
what would happen, the light frightened her. She tried to push it off,
but found that she was paralyzed. Knowing that there was nothing she
could do, she relaxed and waited.
After what seemed like hours, the machine's timer turned itself off
and the glow suddenly disappeared. Pamala whipped the mesh covering off
and was astonished to see that she was still in her own body.
It hadn't worked! In a strange sort of way she was disappointed and
yet greatly relieved. While she had been curious about what it felt
like to be a man, it had only been on rare occasions. Usually when she
started her period and was having a particularly bad time of it. She
had only agreed to the experiment because Mike seem to want it so badly.
Poor Mike, she thought, he will really be disappointed. Mike?
Pamala suddenly realized she hadn't heard anything from him. She turned
to look at him, not knowing what to expect.
Almost every conceivable thing had raced through her mind as she
turned to look at Mike, but nothing had prepared her for what she
actually saw. Nothing. Mike's side of the table was bare, not even the
electrodes or mesh cloth was apparent.
Ignoring her nakedness, Pamala slid off the table and ran around to
the other side. As she passed the machine, she thought she smelled
burning insulation, but dismissed it, Mike needed her! Tears formed in
her eyes as she saw her husband laying on the floor. Wrapped around his
waist and legs was the mesh cloth. He was holding both electrodes in
one hand and in the other, the flashlight, broken in the fall from the
bed.
Quickly checking for a pulse in the vein in his neck, Pamala was
relieved to discover that he was still alive.
She then she noticed something she hadn't before, something very
strange. Mike had needed a shave when he had laid down on the table,
now he didn't. His faces as soft and as smooth as a new born baby's or
as her own!
She quickly checked his exposed chest. It too, was hairless and soft
to the touch.
"You don't think, do you?" she asked herself softly as she tried to
pull the mesh cloth from Mike's body. She found that he was too tangled
up in it to just pull it off. She would have to unwrap him like a
present, or peel him like a banana.
Carefully peeling the cloth away from her husband, Pamala became
aware that Mike's body was almost totally hairless. Gone was the hair
on his chest and arms, gone was the hair on his stomach between his
navel and his little blonde patch of pubic hair and gone were his
genitals!
Pamala was so surprised that she sat down on the floor and just
stared at her husband's groin. From the waist down the exchange had
worked, the lower half of his body was an exact duplicate of her own.
Above, except for the loss of body hair and beard, he was still himself.
She knew that she wouldn't be enjoying sex with Mike in the normal
manner anytime soon. Not until he fixed the machine, and maybe not even
then. That was a shame, he was actually pretty good in bed, in spite of
everything else.
Now, if they had BOTH changed..., Pamala pushed the thought out of
her mind. Sex would be a secondary consideration anyway once he
realized what had actually happened to him.
"Well, at least you got half your wish anyway, darling. I do so hope
you'll enjoy it," Pamala sighed.
Perhaps it was better this way, she thought, Mike would learn what it
was like to be a woman in all the important things. Like when he
discovered that they both were a month over due, and most likely
pregnant.
She covered Mike with the wire mesh cloth, rose and started to walk
up the stairs.
"Pamala? Pamala?" Pamala was half way up the stairs when she heard
her name called. Mike had regained consciousness.
She stopped. "I'm here, Mike. I'll be right back. Just lay back
down and I'll bring you something of mine to wear," Pamala said starting
up the stairs again.
"But, it didn't work!" Mike exclaimed still groggy from the blow to
his head.
Pamala hesitated for a second, then smiled. "Better check again,
darling." she called out over her shoulder.
Her smile broadened as a long drawn out wail of despair came from
below.
--
Karen Mitchell
labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com
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Subject: Re: TGC off the air
Date: Sat, 26 Apr 1997 22:33:14 -0500
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On 20 Apr 1997 00:45:41 GMT,
marcfp@aol.com (Marc F P) wrote this about TGC off the air:
>
>It looks like that TGC has ended airing. I noticed in this morning's TV
>listings (WABC-TV) that the 11:30am (EDT) block says "Darkwing Duck"
>I went to a Web site that has TV listings and checked April 26 - The 11:30
>time block again says "Darkwing Duck".
I don't know where you're located, but they're showing Ducktales
(yuck) here in Austin.
>I checked the other time blocks and none of them say "TGC" which
>indicates that the action cartoon was cancelled by ABC.
>(At least I got to see all 13 episodes)
Does anyone know whether the TGC episodes will be aired along with the
regular Gargoyles episodes? I managed to tape 12 of the 13 eps
(missing And Justice for All.)
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