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From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Gypsy Stone (TG) [1/5]
Date: 24 Sep 1995 04:59:07 GMT

			   The Gypsy Stone
				  by
			    Robin Douglas

			       FORWARD

	The heavy wooden handled sledge hammer came down on the small
black cube with enormous force. Green sparks flew from the 4 inch
artifact, but not a scar or chip was viable on its surface.

	"Sorry ma'am, I can't touch it with the hammer either. I could
try the saw."

	The dark woman looked at the burly Indian with disgust. "So a
big strong man like you can't even break a little rock, and you call
yourself `Bear"."

	"Let's try the saw. If that doesn't work you'd better take it
over to the University, maybe they'll know what to do with it."

	The husky Pawnee took the inky block of stone in his hand. It
wasn't heavy like it was solid, more like hollow. But not so hollow as
to crush under the hammer blows he had given it. Strange writing and
symbols were inscribed on the surface, but they weren't anything he
had ever seen. How did the maker of this write on it. He hadn't yet
been able to scratch it.

	The saw was made for cutting pipes and small beams. Bear
hadn't found a metal or stone the saw wouldn't cut. It's relentless
band of blade would slowly drive its way thru the cube, a drizzle of
oil cooling the target area. Then the stonefaced lady would pay him
the hundred she had promised.

	Bear lifted up the weighted arm of the saw and set the moving
blade on the ebony object. The saw screamed its distress and a greasy
smoke rose from the area of contact. The woman walked over and bent
over looking at the blade slide across the slick surface. "I think
you're burning the teeth off your saw Mr. Bear," she stated flatly.

			       Football

	Nick kicked off the line with every bit of acceleration he
could muster. The slim wingback looked downfield for the first
defender of the zone but he was preoccupied with the tight end. Nick
sped past the 30 yard line toward the goal. The safety was waiting for
him at the 20. He focused on his move. If he faked right and moved
left that would be what the defender expected. If he moved left
without a fake that might be too simple to follow.

	This was Nick's first chance at wingback and he didn't want to
screw it up. Spring practice was almost over and his first break
hadn't come until the last scrimmage. Now he was under pressure. Beat
Rod Thomas, second string all conference safety, and catch the pass or
live in ignominy on the bench all season this fall. He and quarterback
Bart Maddsen had practiced this timing play several times this spring.
If his timing was good the time to cut was... NOW.

	He faked twice with his head trying to catch Rod off guard.
Rod didn't budge until Nick's body moved left. He was on him like
paint on a shingle.

	Nick could see the ball out of the corner of his eye. It was
coming right at him, but so was Rod. He tried to keep his mind on the
ball, but Rod was almost 175 pounds of rock hard football player and
Nick was a slim 145.

	Speed, thought Nick. Use your speed. He accelerated to the
ball, feeling it on the tips of his fingers. He stretched his arms to
get his hands under the ball. This was it. He was in. He was going to
look great. Then he felt himself hit something akin to a brick wall.
There was instant pain, all the air went out of his lungs and the
world turned into a spinning slow motion dance and his attention
bounced between the ball that had just ricocheted off his hands into
the air and the pain in his right side.

			       Fugitive

	The little truck bounce alone the rough country road. It
wasn't pleasant to travel on such poorly maintained backroads without
shocks, but Madame Naomi knew they were looking for her on the
interstates. She had been setting up her fortune telling booth at
little craft shows and spring festivals for over 700 miles now, hoping
to solve the riddle. If she could open the box her fortune was made,
and the box looked so blamed simple.

	She turned it over in the seat beside her. A simple cube of
obsidian. Or so it looked. It has some arcane characters etched into
the the surface following a decorative banding that created a complex
pattern across all 6 surfaces of the cube. If you sat in a very dark
room with it for long enough, long enough so you were completely
adjust to the dark, you could make out the glow. A faint green glow
inside.

	She was depending on the University to translate the
characters on the box and solve the riddle of how to get in. Of course
they couldn't know what would be inside... they couldn't find out!

	The truck groaned as it turned into Middleburg. A paper on
objects from the orient by Dr. Walter Lang had taken her in this
direction. He would be able to interpret the symbols and tell her how
to use the amulet she was certain was inside. She could see it glowing
from within, the her grandfather had whispered of its existence when
she was a little girl. She had pursued it for a lifetime.

	Inside the office of Walter Lang Naomi waited impatiently for
the small overweight man to get off the phone with a student. They
talked on and on about politics, school policies and a poor grade the
student had apparently received. She tried to catch the mans dull grey
eyes, but he glanced at the ceiling, the floor, the small jade Buddha
on the desk, everywhere but at her! Finally, exasperated Naomi took
out the cube. She set it on the desk and pushed it slowly within his
line of sight.

	Walter Lang looked up. His pudgy face looked shocked, a bead
of sweat trickled down by his ear and disappeared into the folds of
flesh at his neck. "Got to go, I'll get back to you on the grade,
Andy." Lang tried to put the phone back into the cradle still staring
at the cube, missed, then with deliberate attention set the phone into
its resting place. "Where did you get this, Ms., eh, uhh... I didn't
get your name?"

	"Naomi Rankouski, Dr. Lang. Nice to meet you. The object was
passed down in my family. I would like you to translate the
inscription."

	"May I take a closer look?"

	"Of course."

	A thick hand attempted to still itself as it grasped the
block. Walter took a magnifying visor out of his drawer and put it on,
drawing the lenses over his eyes. He turned the cube over and over
very slowly, occasionally grabbing a pencil and scrawling a note.

	"Hmmmm," he said methodically. "What you've got here isn't
oriental, really. It's actually much more recent. It's an object from
Roman times, associated with a Mithraisic Cult. Oriental mystics. It
mentions Fu-hsing, the Chinese God of Happiness. If I can keep it over
night I might be able to tell you more."

	"Sure," Naomi said under her breath, "You'll tell me more, all
right."

			       Friends

	"C'mon Nick. It's not the end of the fucking world. You had it
in your hands and Rod knocked it out. Ya did all right for your first
attempt." Bart gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder pads as they
walked into the locker room.

	`Yeh,' thought Nick, `all right if I ever get another chance
to catch one.'

	They walked thru the back door of the Gym, down a flight of
metal stairs clanging rubber cleats against the metal steps, and into
the boys lockers. Nick opened his locker and sat down on the scruffy
blue wooden bench in front of it and began to undress.

	School was over, the Watertown Festival started tomorrow night
and Nick didn't know what he wanted to do with his life. He stared
down at the green grass stains on this white practice pants with
disgust. If he had just sped past Rod and caught the pass. His one and
only chance to prove that at 145 pounds he wasn't the wimp he appeared
to be.

	"Hey Nick," said a hulking figure with a towel around his
thick waist, "ya can't let a little love tap like that get ya all
rattled. Be tough kid!" Art Sandusky was known as Sandman to the team.
One hit and you were out like a light. However there wasn't much light
in Sandman's head. What he lack in smarts he made up in size, speed
and toughness.

	"Nice try Nickie." Rod Thomas scuffed by with a towel over his
ass. "Try those moves on Dinslage next fall and you'll catch a pass or
two, but you'd better work on your speed during the summer, flyboy."

	Rod was Mr. do everything. He played football, rodeoed in his
spare time and had any girl in the school he wanted. His handsome,
dark features were a sharp contrast to blonde, light complected Nick.
He wished Rod would stop calling him flyboy. He didn't know if he was
referring to Nick's diminutive size, or to his speed. He tossed a
bundle of gear in the locker with a vengeance. The sound reverberated
through the locker. Somewhere in the distance he heard the coach
"Quiet in there you candy asses."

				Flight

	The window of the Oriental Studies building was open.The cool
spring evening made it a pleasant task to walk back onto the
Middleburg University campus and find the window of Dr. Lang's office.
The desk was bathed in light from a green desk lamp and the chubby
professor could be seen working, surrounded by books. On his desk was
a green lump, glowing slightly.

	Six shiny black plates of obsidian lay on the table. The open
sides of the box! Somehow Walter had solved the puzzle of the box and
extracted the legendary stone.

	Naomi silently crawled into the window. She was about 20 feet
from Lang at the other end of the office. She plastered herself
against the wall to the left of Lang and made her way in the shadows
towards the desk. She leapt at the green stone and formulated her
first wish. "I wish... ," she mumbled in a low tone as the Professor
looked on in confusion.

	The Lang started for her, but stumbled and fell on the left
side of the desk. His form wavered and changed, and he was gone.
Something small moved inside the heap of clothes.

	"Naomi gathered up Professor Lang's notes, put the stone in
her pocket, and said, "Come along, Walter, we're about to find our
fortune."

				Family

	"Breakfast, kids," Nick and Julie Summers' mother called.
"Don't be lazyheads. It's a beautiful morning."

	Nick considered his mother to be a well meaning airhead who
lived to serve her family. His sister Julie was a year younger than
Nick, but a good kid.

	"Coming, Mom," Nick heard his sister call. He looked around
his room and thought about the weekend. It was Festival weekend. Lots
to do, a parade, parties, a carnival and some brews to drink if he
could work it out. Nick climbed out of his Green Bay Packers bedcover
and kicked a skateboard across the floor to clear the path to his
closet. He paused and looked at Heather Locklear before he opened the
closet door that the pin up poster covered. What would it feel like to
look like that, he mused? Women were so different from men, so...
sexy. Nick put on his robe and headed to for the bathroom.

	Not fast enough. Julie had beat him to it. What did she do for
so long in there? Girls were unnaturally clean he decided and lumbered
downstairs for breakfast. He was met at the table in the kitchen by a
small blond woman with a cheerful smile.

	"Great day coming, Nick. Do you want scrambled eggs or fried."

	Skip the eggs, Mom, and give me some juice and toast."

	"You've got to have your protein if you want to play football,
Nick. Just look at you. You're not much bigger than your sister."

	"Will Dad be back for the Festival tonight?" Nick changed the
subject.

	"He'll be out of town for two more weeks, Nickie. If he gets
the job wrapped up early be might be back next weekend but I don't
think we should count on that."

	Just then a trim blonde girl of 16 skipped into the breakfast
nook and sat down delicately. "Give me the works Mom, I'm famished."

	Nick looked at his sister. Several of his friends had asked
about dating her recently. She had blossomed into a cute teen with a
slim, but feminine body. As brother and sister and only a year apart,
they had always been close. Nick always admired the ease with which
Julie made decisions. She seemed to make living life look so easy.

	"Eat up big brother," she said, "We've got costumes to pick out
for the parade tonight."

				Found

	Back at the pickup Naomi turned on the radio to pass some
time. She looked at her dark, careworn face, surrounded by jet black
hair in the rearview mirror. Somehow she always looked better in the
rearview mirror than she did in the mirror in her camper. She brushed
back a whisp of black strands and thought about the 5 years with Emily
in San Diego. It was always money that ruined things. Money and the
years that had gone by too fast.

	It was amazing what you could find out on the radio. Most of
the fairs, shows and festivals she'd played we're announced on these
little local stations 20 times a day. "... and that was Perry Como's
big one in 1957. And now for local events. The Watertown Spring Fling
is opening Saturday. After the Masquerade Parade Paul Peters and his
Pipers will be playing at the Cow Palace. Don't miss the fun, the
games, the food or the frolic of the Watertown Spring Fling,
Saturday."

	Naomi drove past the garish "Hideout GoGo," sign on the south
side of the small town of Watertown. Lots of small towns like these
had the sleazy joints more respectable cities like Middleburg wouldn't
allow. This one was a dive with a fancy red and orange exterior paint
job and a sign "topless dancers wanted," posted permanently under the
marque.

	Watertown was nestled in the foothills of the Blue river. Five
thousand people tops with a small city square around which most of the
businesses were located. The river surrounded the town on the north,
west and east while the highway came up from the south. Besides the
mall over the east river bridge and the old monastery in the hills to
the north, Watertown was like any other midwestern town.

			       Festival

	The Watertown Festival. Nick Summers and his sister Julie were
in the attic throwing costumes out of the old trunk looking for just
the right thing.

	"It's not hard to find something rad in all this stuff,"
exclaimed Julie, "Look at all the cool duds in this thing."

	She held an old prom dress up to her slim body and spun around
happily.

	Nick grabbed a tux out of the old brown suitcase and slipped
his arm into the sleeve.

	"Too, small," he complained.

	Julie made a face, "Well this dress is too large, we should
just trade."

	"That could work, ," said Nick, "In fact it could be funny for
you to the the beau and me the prom queen."

	Nick slipped on the pink taffeta gown over his jeans and polo
shirt. It was a bit tight, but it was about right. And the tuxedo fit
Julie perfectly.

	"Wow," Julie smiled "This is going to work. You make a great
girl Nick, we just have to curl your hair a little, put makeup on you
and earrings... "

	"Whoa, sister. You really think I should do all that stuff?
The guys will think I'm queer and stay away from me like I had aids."

	"It's a parade silly. You can get away with anything."

	Nick felt pretty stupid going out the front door of the house
with pink ruffles rustling around his stockinged legs. But he looked
so good in the mirror when his sister had made him up he almost got a
hard-on thinking about fucking himself. Long earrings brushed his
shoulders as he turned his head.

	Nick stumbled down the front porch stairs in his pink high
heeled pumps and wondered why he let his sister talk him into this
costume. Julie, I don't think I can do this. What if my friends
recognized me, I'd never live it done."

	"What if they don't, Nick, You'll be in for the surprise of
your life. You don't know how hot you look tonight... I wish I looked
that good when I dressed up.

	"Don't wish for things you can't have Julie."

	"Nick I'll kill you... "

	Into the darkness ran two figures, a small slim boy in his tux
chasing a tall pretty girl in a pink prom dress.

			       Fortunes

	Naomi Rankouski looked at the slightly glowing stone on the
table as she pondered what to do next. She had wasted her wish on that
stupid Walter Lang. A cackle came from something perched on the
curtain rod behind her as if to answer her thought.

	One wish per person. How she wished she'd known that before
she wished for something as stupid and useless as Walter's bizarre
fate. She pondered how she could get the stone into the right hands
and get them to wish for something for her. She rearranged her crystal
ball so the stone was under it and gave it an eerie green glow, then
she smiled as an idea came to her. She went to the front of the tent
and sat contented in her chair waiting for her patsy to come along.

	Nick was exhausted. He ran along the midway, ignoring the
stares and catcalls of the vendors and game hawkers. He had avoided
the man now following him and looked desperately around for a hiding
place before he caught up. He almost sympathized with pretty women and
the trials they were dealt by passionate men. Both he and his pursuer
were drunk enough they had gone beyond the logical. Nick was sure that
the man wanted to rape him, or at least forcibly make Nick accompany
him somewhere. Nick didn't want to know where that was. He held his
pink high heels in his hands and was panting hard when he saw the tent
on the edge of the carnival. The sign read "Madame Naomi - Fortunes
Told."

	Nick ducked into the tent. A folding chair stood in front of a
curtain. A voice behind the curtain said, "Come in young lady. Our
last fortune of the night is always free."

	Nick opened the curtain and ducked through. A candle burned in
the back of the room giving a waxy smell to the tend. A curtain hid an
area behind. In the middle of the room was a little bar table with a
spherical object in the middle of it. The sphere was glowing green.
The green light lit the face of an old lady so Nick looked directly at
her and missed to coal red eyes staring at him from high in the back
of the tent.

	"Welcome my dear. Sit down and let me divine your future,
loves life and fortune."

	Nick sat, glad to get off his bare feet. He set the heels on
the sawdust floor of the tent and plopped down onto the chair behind
him. He found himself in the sawdust with his feet in the air and
taffeta in his face. A little high pitched clucking laugh came from
somewhere in the tent. Somehow the stiff material of his dress must
have knocked over the chair ahead of his bottom reaching it... He
gingerly picked himself up off the floor and set the chair back in
place. He steadied himself with the back of the chair, then quickly
sat down. He looked around for the eyes and the origin of the clucking
but found himself looking into the eyes of an dark woman with a turban
on her head.

	"Well, well, well. A little tipsy tonight, dear? Better be
careful, the future has much in store for you. I see a man in your
future. One that you have strong passion for. After that children and
a long trip over the ocean."

	"What about tonight? What do you see for me tonight?" Nick
softly, chuckling to himself, the old fraud didn't even know he was a
boy.

	"Tonight you will elude the one chasing you, and a big change
will come in your life."

	"Yeah," thought Nick, "I'll change back into my regular
clothes, not bad!"

	"Now," said Naomi, "Take this stone in your hand and wish me
fortune. It is traditional that the heart of the crystal ball be
evoked for fortune to its master after the day of readings is done."

	As the stone touched his hand he felt its warmth. It glowed
green, like a giant firefly.

	Just then the curtains behind them burst open and a swarthy
face appeared. "There you are you little tease," the face said in a
growl.

	"I wish you'd quit chasing me you bastard," Nick screamed,
"Chase her instead."

	Naomi gasped as the man turned to her with rapture in his
eyes. As Nick ran out of the tent he heard her cry," You little bitch,
you ruined it."

	By that time Nick was long gone. He was well on the way out of
the park when he felt a pinch on his butt.

	"Quit that you bastard, I'm no girl," he said in his most
masculine voice, turning to meet the eyes of the pincher. He was
looking squarely at the laughing face of his sister Julie.

	"Thought you could handle being a girl for a night. Well, look
at you. You've lost your shoes, your makeup is a mess, you'd never
make it a week without cracking up."

	Nick's temper began to flare. "Listen Jul, I had a hard night,
OK? First I get caught be Tom and Rich in this costume and they really
give me the business, then some strange guy starts to follow me around
panting for me, then this weird fortune teller tells me I'm going to
fall in love and have babies. How would you feel."

	"Don't believe you."

	"If you don't believe me just look at this stone. It's the
fortune tellers'. It's from under her crystal ball."

	Julie took the stone in her hand and looked at the glowing
rock. She tossed it up in the air and caught it as if to measure its
weight. ," Well, all that my be true, but I wish you really were a
cute young girl. We girls put up with a lot more than men following us
around. You'll never know!"

				Female

	Nick felt faint for a moment. His vision blurred and his legs
went weak. He tried to catch himself but the next thing he felt was
his body hitting the ground. He looked up and blackness overtook him.

	He awoke to his sister, and mother looking over him. "My," her
heard his mother say "He really looks good as a girl."

	"How do you feel Nick?" Julie fretted, "Are you all right? I'm
sorry I said those terrible things to you. You do make a really good
girl, you hardly even look like my brother. No wonder that man was
chasing you."

	"Get me out of this dress," Nick squeaked in a high little
soprano, "I can't even talk normal any more."

	Nick heard his mother chuckling as she rolled the stockings
down is legs. "Good legs kiddo," she kidded. "Your sister did quite a
job on you."

	"Now the dress," she said matter a factly.

	Nick raised his arms and raised his butt off the floor so they
could pull the pink dress over his head. He still felt tired and weak,
but was not too tired to notice that as he lifted his arms an
unaccustomed large amount of flesh seemed to be pulled out of the
bodice of the dress and toward his chin. It had the spooky effect in
this light of making him look like he had real breasts. Then the dress
came up over his head and he closed his eyes as it passed.

	Before he opened his eyes again he heard two gasps, in unison.
Something was wrong. He opened his eyes and looked. No blood, but
something was wrong. On his once flat masculine chest were two soft
mounds of creamy white skin peaked with conical, dark nipples. Nick
looked fascinated as the tips on the nipples hardened like a pair of
brown beads. The hardening was accompanied with a tingling that move
through his whole body and being.

	"What the... " He grabbed the swelling protrusions and pulled
them closer to his face to look. They looked just like breasts. Small
firm female boobs. The hands wrapped around the boobs didn't look
like his either. They were very slim fingered with pretty rounded
nails extending from the end of each finger. These hands held these
boobs and he felt it all as if it were his hands and his chest. Then
he looked up.

	His mother and sister were staring at him with their jaws open
the full measure. They looked a bit like Mongoloid idiots at this
moment he thought, just looking at him dumbly. He wasn't sure what to
say. In a dream you don't have to think about what to say do you, Nick
thought? He let go the of breasts in a sudden realization that this
might not be all the changes that had taken place. The soft mounds
slid smoothly down and to the side, leaving a free view of Nick's
crotch.

	When his sister had dressed him Nick had insisted on wearing
his own white jockey shorts. They were still reassuringly there
wrapped around his hips. But the usual lump in the crotch was absent.
This was beginning to freak Nick out. The white cotton seemed to have
bunched up in the middle and the elastic band ridden up to above
Nick's normal waist. This made Nick's waist look higher up on his
body, and it emphasized his hips. All in all he looked very
convincingly like a girl.

	"You're a girl, Nick," his sister gasped. "You've changed into
a girl." She started sobbing and wringing her hands. "I'm sorry I did
this to you, I wished it and it came true - right after I wished it.
It's my fault." Then she paused and knelt down next to her brother,
"That's really you in there isn't it Nick?"

	Yeah, it's me. Do I really look like a girl?"

	"A very pretty one, Nick. Exact in every detail. But you still
look like the old Nick, too"

	"Every detail?" gasped Nick, suddenly grabbing for his crotch.
"Aughhhhhhhh, this is horrible."

	"Not really horrible," said Julie trying to calm him down,
"Your anatomy is really similar to mine for example."

	"Arrrrrghhhhhhh, nooooooo. They can do this to me. How did
this happen?"

	The stone," said Julie opening her hand. "The damn stone did
it."

	Nick looked at the glowing green stone in Julie's hand. When
he had held it and wished the man who was following he would follow
Madame Naomi instead he did. And when Julie wished he could be a cute
girl and - this happened!

	"Julie, wish me back."

	"I wish my brother was himself again."

	The two waited - nothing.

	"Give me that stone," Nick said desperately, "I'll do it."

	Nick took the stone in a delicate hand... "I wish I was a boy
again."

	Nothing.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Gypsy Stone (TG) [2/5]
Date: 24 Sep 1995 05:00:40 GMT

			   The Gypsy Stone
			       Part Two

			       Feminine

	Nick came reluctantly down to the breakfast table in his
pajamas. He asked his mother the same question he had for 3 days,
"Will you try wishing today, Mom. It's important! I don't like being
like this. I want to go out and enjoy my summer vacation."The kitchen
clock was striking eleven as he pulled up a chair looking down at the
floor.

	"You've been moping around the house ever since your - ehm -
accident. We've told everybody that you have gone to visit your Uncle
in Cleveland and your cousin Nicole was visiting in return. You don't
have to hide out any more Nick, honey," Nick's mother clucked.

	Nick silently looked at the floor some more, avoiding his
mother's hopeful expression. His tragedy was too complete, too gross
for any correction. He has been turned into a freak. He could hardly
touch his body in the shower or when he took a pee. And to make
matters worse he had to pee sitting down. His fine cock had been
replaced by a girls slash, it was there every morning to remind him of
his bondage. His swelling breasts got in the way of every movement of
his arms, it wasn't fair. He had decided to stay in the house until
this matter was resolved. Forever if necessary.

	He and his sister had desperately tried wording wishes to get
her changed back into a boy, but the stone didn't seem to be working.
Now her mother seemed to be studying it with a careful eye.

	"Mom, you haven't wished yet," Nick repeated "You can wish me
back to my old self." He held out the stone for his mother, hoping she
would take it.

	She took the stone carefully, hesitatingly. She seemed to fear
it and yet now have a new, important purpose for it. When the
irregular green object didn't burn her she relaxed. His mother fondled
the stone in her hand absentmindedly and put her other hand on Nick's
back. "Nick, I guess I could use this stone to turn you back right
away to my son again, but you make such a pretty girl, and you'd be so
handy around the house helping me get ready for the picnic on the
4th."

	"Mom, no!"

	"So don't judge me harshly if I wait for your father and have
him turn you back. It's bound to be a broadening experience for you.
And anyway I already told the girls in the club that Nicole would be
staying for a while." She turned the stone in her fingers and said
softly "I wish that if you were going to be a girl anyway you could at
least be a good girl and do what your mother tells you."

	No way, though Nick. That would be the ultimate acceptance of
what he had become. He was not a daughter. He would not help around
the house. He would wait until the stone turned her back into a normal
boy again.

	"Nicole, go upstairs and get yourself something to wear. We've
got wash to do," her mother said.

	Nick felt very guilty all of a sudden. Her poor mother was
going to have to so that wash all alone unless she helped. He rushed
upstairs, around the banister and into his room. He would dress for
the first time in 4 days, but he would wear his own clothes, at least
he wouldn't have to be humiliated while he waited for his dad to get
back and wish him back to normality.

	Nick's bed was a mess, he'd been doing a lot of sleeping in
this week. He mumbled to himself angrily about his mother's stupid
decision, but there was now nothing he could do but wait until the 4th
and do what his mother instructed him to do. He pulled off his cotton
pajamas (red stripe on white) and faced himself in the mirror for the
first time. He looked a lot like the old Nick with some important and
mind blowing differences.

	His medium length hair was a bit longer than he had worn it
and his face had be subtly altered. The chin was less strong and his
nose was smaller. His eyes might have been a bit wider set. The effect
was a very pretty girls face, even with no makeup. The neck was thin
and longer than before, as were his legs. But the thighs widened up to
his hips, which now flared out slightly in feminine fashion. His waist
and chest were smaller than before and two firm well shaped breasts
hung from his pectorals.

	He slipped on a pair of white jockey undershorts, but they fit
so poorly he took them back off and pulled on a pair of red cotton
briefs that pouched unfilled at his crotch but fit the new hips much
better. A sloppy exercise shirt covered the new development of his
chest while jeans still fit OK if the belt was pulled real tight.
However his shoes were much too big for the delicate feet Nick now
sported, so he put on thongs figuring if he needed shoes he'd cross
that bridge when he came to it.

	Another look in his full length mirror revealed a effeminate
boy or a tomboy, but there was no way he could pass for Nick. He would
have to be Nicole,his cousin, the tomboy from Cleveland, Ohio.

			     Frustration

	Naomi huddled by the fire in the old monastery courtyard. She
was angry. Her dark features had taken on tense lines of frustration
as she tried to work out her next move. She had lost the amulet, and
with it her chance at getting out of this vagabond life. She had
looked all over Watertown, waiting around stores, at the Riverview
Mall and even the Hideout GoGo. The girl who had run off with her
stone was nowhere to be seen. No one even seem to know a girl of that
description.

	If the girl was from out of town she was in trouble. But there
was one pair of eyes she hadn't used yet.

	"Walter, I command you to come to me."

	A creature the size of a small owl lit on her shoulder. It was
black, with bat-like wings and a strange distorted head. It looked at
her affectionately and clucked, a low contented "Gluck". Its beady red
eyes glowed like little coals in the starless night.

			 Formula Four-O-Nine

	"This is your ironing board, Nicole," Nick's mother
instructed, "In the basket are all the shirts and slacks we have to do
today. Just turn on the iron, wait for it to get hot and make sure to
get all the creases in the right place. It's not that hard."

	Nick stood in the laundry room a little stunned by the newness
of it all. "Girls work," he whined. "You're going to make me do girls
work until dad gets home."

	"Honey, you are a girl. It's a wonderful opportunity to learn
some new skills and see life from a new perspective, ," his mother
commented cheerfully.

	Somehow she didn't see this thing in the same horrible light
as he did, but he was stuck. If mom wanted ironing, he wanted to do
ironing. He took the iron gingerly and searched for the switch. A
little ruffled apron fluttered in front of his jeans. Embroidered on
the front was "I Love Housework". Nick thought about all the daughters
around town doing this very thing right now. What he was doing wasn't
so unusual - for daughters! But how could his mother do this to him!?

	But Nick took out a pair of pants and slapped the hot iron to
them. Quickly he took another. Then he crushed the sleeve of a shirt
between the hot face of the iron and the board his Mom rushed over
from the morning dishes and grabbed the iron saying "Slow down
Nickie!" She started carefully ironing the shirt, showing the girl how
to get each part smooth and neat. "Do it exactly like that."

	Nick did each garment as his mother had instructed.
Deliberately, and perfectly. He hung up each item on a hanger until a
long row of hangers with crisply ironed shirts and pants dangled from
the rod to his left.

	He ate lunch with his mother and sister while they watched
their favorite soap opera. He ignored the first one, but the second
had a girl about his age. He watched her, how she flirted with
handsome next door neighbor as her mother lay bedridden in the next
room with an incurable disease. Then an ad came on. A pretty young
housewife was solving a family crisis with spray starch.

	He had a spooky feeling suddenly that he had entered another
world, kind of like the twilight zone. Everyone else saw this world as
the same as before, but for him it was different. Now the woman in the
ad was talking to him, to Nicole. He was trapped in a young girls role
and that's the way the rest of this world would react to him.

	In the afternoon they picked 4 cardboard boxes of rhubarb,
cleaned it and canned it in mason jars. Nick was kind of enjoying
working with his mother and sister. At least it was better than laying
in bed depressed. The day went faster than the last three and he was
glad to be doing something useful for his mother, or was it the wish?

	They made a light dinner for themselves, Nick learned to toss
a salad, and Nick's mother gave Nick a large paper bag. "Go put this
on your bed, darling. I think it will look so pretty."

	Inside the sack was a pink, quilted bedspread with ruffled
edge and roses daintily screened around the bottom. Nick look up at
his mother and asked "My bed?"

	"Yes, dear."

	Nick gulped and took the bedspread to its new resting place.
He dutifully pulled off the Green Bay Packers spread and put this one
on, pulling and patting until everything was straight. When he turned
around his mother was in the door smiling. She held a girls nightie.
"For you," she said softly. "Put it on."

			    Finding Nicole

	From the south a speck in the sky enlarged, then circled the
old monastery. It's five foot wingspan was bat like, but its body was
almost reptilian. A simian face with coal red eyes crowned this
outlandish creature. Walter settled on Naomi's shoulder. They seemed
to communicate on a very basic level. She seemed to understand his
grunts and clucks, he stood at rapt attention as she talked.

	"What?" she said, "You haven't found the little bitch yet? She
has to be here. She can't be indoors all the time can she?... Well, OK
if that's the way she wants to play it, we can play, too. Can't
we,Walter?"

	Naomi looked off the Monastery hill into Watertown. The lights
of evening we beginning to sparkle as the sun set. "We can do a little
window peaking. Yes, you'd like that wouldn't you my pet."

	She stroked the bizarre creatures head as it closed its eyes
in pleasure. "You'll check out every window in town until you find
that girl. And don't come back until you've found her!"

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Gypsy Stone (TG) [3/5]
Date: 24 Sep 1995 05:02:11 GMT

			   The Gypsy Stone
			      Part Three

			      Fakin' It

	The radio clicked on. "... the drought continues in Lake
county. Today the highs will be in the high 80's. Skies will be clear
with no chance of precipitation. Long range forecast calls for more of
the same, right up to the big fireworks show celebrating... "

	Nick woke up surrounded by pink sheets and covered by a thin,
clingy light blue camisole. He looked with dismay, as he had for the
last 10 days, at the erect nipples poking through the shiny material.
His hand automatically reached out at hit the off button on the clock
radio. He had been doing housework with his mother and sister for a
week. At least the time had gone fast.

	He got up slowly and put on a pair of blue cotton panties, a
matching blue bra, a pair of girl cut jeans and the light blue tanktop
with ruffles at the shoulders. Glancing quickly in the mirror he ran a
brush through his shoulder long hair until it was smooth. This was as
much of a girl as his mother would ever make out of him! Anyway, his
dad would be back right after the 4th of July weekend, but the whole
deal made him mad.

	Nick didn't usually wake up grumpy, but today he couldn't find
anything to look forward too or something. He felt... off. He trudged
into the hall and saw the bathroom door was closed.

	"Julie!" he screamed,"Get out of there, now!"

	A pretty face looked out of the door, said, "You can wait
`Nicole'" and the door slammed shut.

	"I told you not to call me that in private, no matter what Mom
says. You shouldn't make fun of me. You don't understand. You've
always been a girl." Nick began to feel himself tearing up. That was
girls stuff. Still he sunk to his knees and began to cry.

	Now, though he knew he shouldn't do it, crying felt good. So
he kept doing it until it was all over. The he wandered into his room
and waited for Julie to get out of the bathroom.

	A few minutes later Julies slim form appeared at Nick's door.
She stopped and looked at him with an evil grin on her face."Big Girls
Don't Cry," she sung. And dashed down the hall to the safety of her
room.

	It was Nick's responsibility to scrub the kitchen floor this
morning. The floor needed it, thought Nick. It would feel good to see
it clean. He hauled out a brush, the bucket and the bottle of
cleaner. As he was on his knees scrubbing he suddenly noticed the
phone conversation his mother was having.

	"... but she really is a sweet thing. I think your Art would
just love her... No, I don't think she'd mind at all. But she hasn't
been on many dates so Art would have to take the lead."

	"Mom, who is that?"

	"Emily Sandusky dear... Sorry Emily, it's Nicole... Yes, she's
scrubbing the kitchen floor right now... Ha ha ha... of course not.
She love to help out... "

	Art Sandusky, thought Nick. Could she be inviting Art Sandusky
over to their house to meet Nicole? He wouldn't stand for it if that
was it. He wasn't going to play girl around any boys. Art might
recognize him. Worse yet Art might find him attractive. Nick couldn't
image Art with a girl anyway. The whole idea was absurd. Art was the
proverbial bull in a china shop. He wasn't very clever but he was
strong as an ox.

	Nick's mother had finished her call. She noticed that Nick was
just kneeling in front of the cleaning bucket, his eyes staring into
space. The brush made tiny circles in the same place over and over.
"Nicole, Nicole are you with us?"

	"Mom, did you just invite Art Sandusky over?"

	"No darling, hardly."

	"Whew, am I relieved. I don't think I could handle that!"

	"No, I just set up a date for you with him for this Friday
night for the town fireworks display."

	"A date?" Nick wailed, "A date?"

	Suddenly Nick found himself crying uncontrollably on the
kitchen floor with his Mother's comforting arm around him. Just as the
crying subsided and the sniffles started Nick's mother jumped up. "Is
that the doorbell?"

	Nick watched his mother leave the kitchen for the entryway.
There was muffled sound of voices in the other room and the door
shutting. Someone had entered the house.

	"Honey would you pour a couple cups of coffee and bring them
into the living room?" he heard his mother's voice say.

	Nick poured two cups of coffee, put them on saucers and
considered his predicament. He had been a cleaning girl for over a
week now he was being relegated to maid.

	With the cups of coffee in hand Nick pattered carefully into
the living room being careful not to spill a drop of the coffee. To
his amazement his mother was talking to his football coach, Dan Smith.

	"Ah," his mother brightened, "here's the coffee."

	"You have a lovely daughter," Coach Smith said patronizingly.
Nick's mother didn't notice the way Coach Smith look Nick up and down,
ever so slowly, but Nick did. He felt naked and unconsciously put his
arms over his breasts after he set the coffee done on the table in
front of them.

	"She's Nick's cousin from Ohio."

	"It's very nice to meet you, Nick's cousin from Ohio," Coach
Smith said with molasses on his southern accented voice. He held
Nick's hand a little longer than Nick was used to having his hand held
and patted him on his soft butt. "Thanks for bringing the coffee,
honey. Could you be a good girl and go get me some cream and sugar?"

	He went back into the kitchen thinking about the encounter.
The coach obviously hadn't recognized him. The coach was reacting to
him as if he were a very pretty girl. Nick had mixed feelings about
that. As he brought the cream and sugar into the living room Nick
noticed that the coach and his mother were talking about him. The
coach took no notice as Nick walked into the room and just keep
talking "... so I hope Nick will be able to go to football camp this
year. He's got some talent if he'll work to develop it... "

	Nick nodded furiously and his mother caught the nod out of the
corner of her eye. "We're sure Nick wants to go. He should be back...
Monday next, when his father returns from a business trip."

	"The would you sign this parental release and fill out these
forms?" Coach asked, we'll be leaving a week from Friday.

	Again Nick nodded so his mother would see him.

	Nick watched his mother take the papers into the kitchen to
fill them out. When she was gone Coach Smith grabbed Nick's thigh and
pulled him over until he plopped down on the coaches lap. "Now, if you
ever want to be a cheerleader for the Watertown Muskies, you just come
to Coach Dan. Okie Dokie?" Nick could smell the coaches Aqua Velva
from where he sat, but when part of the lap he sat on started to
harden he jumped up and made himself busy neatening the room.

	Nick hurried out of the room after picking up the morning
paper and straightening the decorations on the coffee table. He sure
wanted to go to that football camp. It was almost two weeks away and
his father would be back in a week. If that happened his father would
wish him back and all would be well. But what, he thought, if his
father got delayed. That had happened, too. Nick would be stuck in
this feminine prison doing housework with his mother for another week.
And he would miss football camp. Just thinking about it made him feel
like crying.

	When the Coach had gone Nick thanked his mother. "Are you sure
that Dad is going to be back next Monday? I need to be sure."

	"You never know about your father but he sounded reasonably
certain the last time I talked to him," his mother said sweetly.

	Nick feel confused and upset for the rest of the day. His
mother want him to go out on a date with a boy, he wasn't sure how
soon he would be turned back into Nick, he might miss the football
camp and the best passes he'd caught lately were thrown by Coach
Smith. Worse yet he started thinking about the stone. While that
damned rock seemed to give everyone who held it one wish, everyone so
far had wasted it. Not a millionaire or a movie star in the lot. What
if his father wasted his wish and didn't made Nick a boy again? The
thought of being a girl forever was unbearable.

	Nick broke down crying a couple more time during the day. It
seemed like events were forcing him to be more and more of a girl. He
hoped he could make it until Monday.

	When he went to bed that night his mother made him put on a
pretty lavender babydoll nighties she had bought that day. He had to
turn around and model them for her. The he went to bed feeling
humiliated and ashamed, close to tears. It had not been a good day.

	Nick didn't know what time it was when he awoke. There was a
rattling at his window so he glanced anxiously around. Coal red eyes
stared at him from the window and a black, indescribable shape could
be seen moving at the window ledge. It wasn't human.

	Nick felt a wetness on his mattress. He threw back the sheet
and saw blood."My god," he screamed "They got me."

	As he screamed the dark shape at the window grew in size as
bat like wings unfolded. For a moment all light from the street was
blocked out be the creature. Then it turned and flew off into the
darkness.

	"It's got me. They got me. I'm bleeding. Help me."

	When his mother and sister arrived Nick was sobbing in the
middle of the bed, blood soaking a spot in the sheet below him. He was
curled up in a little ball, his lavender babydolls all askew. "Who got
you? What's wrong, dear?" Nick's mother said in a comforting voice.

	"It was at the window. It did something to me. I'm bleeding. I
don't want to die."

	Nick's mother looked at the blood and the sobbing girl on the
bed and sat down beside him, putting her hand on his forehead. She
waved Julie out of the room saying "It's all right, Julie. Nicole will
be all right... Honey, I don't think you're dying and I don't think
anyone has done you harm. You just have something every girl gets once
a month. Your period.

	Nick looked down at the bed, then up at his mother. Now he
wanted to die!

				Felony

	Naomi face seldom showed pleasure, but when Walter gurgled and
whispered the new Naomi's face cracked a bizarre smile. "We've got the
bitch now," she cackled. "Walter, tomorrow morning I'm going to get
that stone!"

	Naomi parked a good ways from Nick's house. She walked thru
the neighbor as the first light of dawn peaked over the fences and
trees of central Watertown. Nick's house was just coming awake. Naomi
peered in the window as Nick, Julie and their mother sat down to
breakfast. She wanted to get that little bitch for what she had done.
She waited and listened.

	"... so then your father said the project if behind schedule.
I'm afraid it's going to be at least another week until he can get
home."

	"You don't even encourage him, mom," Nick interjected, "You
haven't even told him what's happened yet. If he knew he'd be home in
a minute. I'm a boy mom. Julie makes a stupid wish and I'm wearing
Kotex mini-pads."

	"It's not my fault, Nicole. I didn't know... "

	"Settle down and eat your breakfast girls. Be patient, Nicole.
Just think, most boys don't get the privilege to be both a boy and a
girl. You'll learn things that will help you the rest of your life.
Besides, it's nice with just us girls around isn't it? Friday night's
the big town fireworks display. That's something to look forward to.
You'll be out with Art. And Julie and I will be helping with... "

	So an errant wish had changed this boy into a girl. How
exciting, Naomi thought. She would take the stone on Friday night,
well before this boys father returned to make his wish. He would never
be returned to his former self. It pleased Naomi to think of this. To
think of a boy trapped as a girl for the rest of his life. And it gave
her an idea. An idea of how to use the stone and build an empire of
power and wealth.

	The whole family would be gone on Friday night. She would
steal in while they were at the celebration and get the stone back for
good. Then she would concentrate on harnessing its power.

			      First Date

	Nick felt better after that terrifying night of the coal red
eyes. His period relieved the depression he was feeling and the
crying jags stopped. He got back into the routine of helping his
mother and sister around the house. He didn't think much about what
lay ahead. That might be too much. He would just have to wait until
his father got home. His period ended Thursday much to his relief.

	"Today, Nicole is your date with Art Sandusky," his mother
announced at Friday breakfast. "I promised Arts mother you were the
prettiest girl in town and would be a good companion for him for the
fireworks tonight."

	Nick thought to himself that the only companion he could
imagine Art with was a six pack.

	The beauty shop in the mall smelled of some strange chemical
that Nick remembered noticing walking by. He didn't know what that
chemical did, but he didn't want it done to him. It wasn't a big
place. An unoccupied desk sat in front of a display of beauty
products. behind the display were two rows of chairs. One row facing
each wall. The walls were lined with mirrors].

	Nick's mother pulled him inside and said, "Sit." He probably
wouldn't have sat without the command. It was one thing being a girl,
it was another thing completely getting gussied up like one. "Marge
come over here and give my niece Nicole the works. She's got a big
date tonight."

	Marge fussed over Nick, washing his shoulder length hair, then
putting some foul smelling goop all over his scalp. A strange plastic
cap was next, with hair being pulled through little holes in the
plastic and treated. Finally came a wash, tiny curlers and setting
lotion of some kind. Nick hated his mother for making him go through
this, but the wish had completely obliterated his ability to say no to
her. She seemed to be having a great time sharing the beauty shop
ritual with her new `niece'.

	After an hour Nick found himself sitting under a hair dryer in
front of a pile of magazines. None of them were very interesting. Just
hairdos, clothes, makeovers and moviestars. Girl stuff.

	Marge brushed the hair out after the hairdryer had done its
job. She sprayed it with something and turned the chair around for
Nick to see. Nick no longer looked like a young tomboy. He looked into
the mirror in shock. He was a beautiful girl. His hair had been
transformed from a straight brownish blonde helmet to a whispy wreath
of silver blonde froth. His bright blonde hair tumbled along the sides
of his face with a mass of curls.

	His mother lead him to another station and an operator named
Missy. "Nicole," she explained "will be wearing makeup for the first
time tonight. Show her how to apply it and set her up with colors that
complement her skin."

	"Don't worry, Nicole will look darling for tonight. After a
layer of light foundation, a coral lipstick, a touch of eyeshadow,
mascara and shaping of the eyebrows All of a sudden he didn't look
like himself any more. He didn't even look like himself turned into a
girl. Nick was suddenly Nicole. A young lady stared back at him in the
mirror. It was like another transformation complete. At first from
boy to tomboy. Now from tomboy to pretty girl.

	As Nicole rode home in the car she could see at least one good
side of this. Her friends would never in a million year recognize her
now. She didn't even recognize herself! Nicole would be that good
looking girl from Ohio until his father cam back and changed her back.
Then no one would be the wiser... as long as his stupid sister didn't
rat.

	The Nicole got a brilliant idea. She would take the stone
along on the date tonight and get Art Sandusky to change her back. A
postcard with the wish written on it would be the key. She would have
him read the card while holding the stone. Why hadn't she thought of
this before. It was perfect. Suddenly for the rest of the afternoon
Nicole was cheerful, almost joyful at the idea of going out. It
couldn't fail!

	Nick didn't even balk at the clothes his mother had laid out
for him. In place of his accustomed and well worn jeans and tee-top it
was a dress! Beside the dress lay a new pink bra and panties.Nick took
the dress in his hands. It was a black jumper with pleats starting at
the hips falling to smoothness at the knee length hem. Wide black
straps went over the shoulders and a black slide buckle belt circled
the waist. To match it his mother had laid out a black on white
abstract print blouse with dolman sleeves and light shoulder padding.

	Julies eyes grew wide as she looked at the outfit that lay on
Nicole's bed. "You'll look adorable!" she exclaimed.

	Nicole put on the pink panties and bra, then the silky white
blouse and the black skirt and matching black pumps, Julie talked her
into sterling silver clip style earrings and a small silver bracelet
to accessorize the dress. As she looked in the mirror she knew it was
going to be hard for the next week to think of herself as anything but
a girl.

	Nicole looked at the time. She grabbed the small purse Julie
had encouraged her to take and dropped the glowing green stone into
it. Taking a magic marker she quickly dashed off Art's wish on a 3 by
5 card and stuffed that into the clutch bag. She ran to the top of the
stair to see her mother talking to Art Sandusky. He towered over
Nicole's mother and Julie, looking rather civilized for a wild man in
tan slacks and a plaid shirt. Suddenly he looked up at Nicole.He had
an expression on his face Nicole had never seen before. He was
awestruck.

	As they left Nicole mother gave her a peck on the forehead and
said, "Enjoy yourself." Nicole would later reflect on how much power
those two words had.

			       Fallible

	Naomi shuffled once more in the drawers that held the most
promise. She had looked carefully thru the house from top to bottom.
The stone was not to be found. Walter, perched on a china cabinet in
the dining-room, cackled and gurgled. He was telling Naomi "Not here.
Not here." Naomi didn't want to believe that. But after scavenging for
over an hour she knew it was true. Either the stone was lost or one of
the family had it with them.

	She decided her best bet was a family member. Nicole.

				 Fuck

	The inside of Art's van looked like a den of iniquity. The
only two seats were the bucket seats up front. The entire rear was
dedicated to a big pair of stereo speakers, a round wooden table with
holes cut around the edge for glasses and an open expanse of carpet. A
few car magazines and a Playboys were strewn around the floor. There
was a subtle stink of alcohol in the van. Nicole and Art had been
tipping a few.

	"Have another Art. I'm amazed at how much you can drink. I
think you can drink more than my father." Nicole was trying to get Art
as drunk as possible, get him to hold the stone and read the wish,
then escape.

	But Art had surprised Nicole. She had expected a real wild man
and slob. The Sandman football image that Art cultivated. But he had
been a gentleman so far with her, and they had had fun trading jokes
and stories of movies they'd seen recently. Nicole fingered the stone
in her purse to make sure it was there and opened a 3rd beer. Three
was usually the limit. She had managed to get 5 into Art so far, and
it seemed he was feeling it less than her. Perhaps this smaller female
body wouldn't be able to hold as much brew.

	Art stopped the van high above Watertown in the north hills.
The sun was setting and the sky was bright orange. The waves of heat
from the dry soil distorted the scene into surrealistic magic. "We
won't see no better fireworks than that Nicole."

	Nicole agreed. Now that the van was stopped, it was time.
Nicole nervously got out the hand written card and handed it to Art.
"Read this out loud, Art?" Nicole asked.

	"Is this a joke or somethun' ?" Art wondered.

	"Ya, kinda. Here hold this green rock and just read it."

	Nick put the stone in Art's big palm and crossed her fingers.
She began to fantasize about being Nick again.

	"Ya know, you're real pretty... ," Art started.

	No, no read the card thought Nicole

	"... but I sure wish you had a body like one of those
centerfolds back there." Art reached back and grabbed a magazine to
illustrate his point with a stupid grin on his face. "Just kidding
Nicole. Now what's this card say? Something about... I wish Nicole
was... I can't read your writing... Nicole are you all right?"

	Nicole awoke to Art's face over her... and pain. The pain
burned in a circle around her chest and up over her shoulders. It was
her bra. She reached down to loosen it and noticed her blouse had
come open. The top three buttons had popped off revealing cleavage of
centerfold proportion. Nicole reached in and undid the front clasp of
the bra as Art watched. He didn't say anything. She could smell the
beer on his breath this close. She could feel her nipples, out of the
bra cups and against the silky fabric of the blouse harden. Her whole
body melted and his lips touched hers.

	It was partly the alcohol, partly the curvaceous body and
partly her mother's wish that she have a good time she later decided.
But at the time it felt like pure lust. Wordlessly they slid off the
seats and into the back of the van. The radio was playing a slow heavy
metal ballad. Art reverently unbuttoned the remaining buttons on the
blouse and pulled it off her. He removed his shirt and pulled her
close. Her nipples, hard and sensitive, felt the hairy chest and sent
signals of pure desire to every part of Nicole body. She shuddered.
She pushed the wide straps of the dress off her shoulders and
unbuckled the belt. She was naked except for tiny pink panties, soaked
at the crotch.

	Art wriggled out of the rest of his clothes and covered
Nicole's lush body with kisses. Soon they were locked together in
rhythmic embrace. All guilt gave way to satisfaction of the desire
they had released. Nicole was getting fucked by a boy!

	The fireworks lit up the windshield of the van as Nicole and
Art held each other on the floor. The beer was now at full brain fog
and Nicole just went with the sensations of fulfillment, satisfaction
and pleasure. It was nice to be a girl at this moment, hot, sweaty and
satisfied in Art's lust wagon. They could see some of the rockets
explode in colorful bursts in the sky from where they lay. It was
good.

	They waited until the fireworks were finished and then Art
said, "Let's get something to eat."

			       Fortress

	Naomi sat inside her camper at the old monastery in the hills
north of Watertown. She read Walter Lang's notes over and over. The
notes he had made when he translated the figures and script on the
obsidian cube that contained the green stone. It seemed clear. Ying
and Yang. That was the trick, to balance Ying (the female aspect) and
Yang (the male aspect). The Mithraisic Cult used hermaphroditic
priests to control the tricks of Fu-hsing, the Chinese God of
Happiness. First she needed the green stone, then all she needed was a
hermaphrodite.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: part 4a of The Gypsy Stone
Date: 24 Sep 1995 05:08:47 GMT

			   The Gypsy Stone
			      Part Four

			      Fast Food

	The Bucket was on the south side of town. It's main claim to
fame was that it was open almost all night. All the kids hung out
there. Art and Nicole took a booth in the back where they could be
somewhat private, yet see who was coming in. When they got to the
booth Nicole said, "I've got to go to the girls room, OK?"

	"Don't take too long... " Art ordered drunkenly.

	Nicole went to the room and surveyed the damage done by Art's
wish and their unexpected behavior. The mirror said she was stacked.
She was braless under the blouse, but it didn't matter. Her big firm
boobs would have made the blouse impossible to button to the top even
if the buttons were there. She had to tightened the belt a couple more
notches for her slim waist and her hips were wide enough they hiked
her hemline up a full inch. Nicole set the purse on the sink. She
took out a brush and repaired her hair as best she could, then tried
to touch up the makeup. She was new at this and drunk. She wasn't sure
if she had improved things or made them worse, but she used the toilet
and returned to the booth.

	"You're built like a model!" Art exclaimed watching Nicole
return. "You looked so beautiful with the great hair and all I didn't
really notice. How could I miss that?"

	"I'm full of surprises," Nicole said dryly.

	It only takes half an hour to order and eat an hamburger and
fries but Art held court in the back booth for over two. Nicole got
to meet all her school friends over again. "This is Nicole from Ohio,"
Art said to all of them. "Isn't she bitchin?"

	A group of 2 guys and 3 girls made their way thru the tables
on seeing Art and Nicole. Steve Martini, last years outgoing class
president, slapped hands with Art. "Sandman, how'd ya like the
fireworks? Let me introduce Lisa, Lexi and Buff. They're from Deer
Valley. Lisa, Lexi and Buff looked at Nicole like she was a disease
that infected back booths in greasy hamburger joints. Buffs eyes said
that Nicole was too good looking. Then, coming up the rear, a figure
on crutches appeared. He went straight for Nicole ignoring Art and the
rest.

	"Hi," he said staring straight into Nicole's eyes, "I'm Rod
Thomas. Ex football player and once capable walker."

	"Hi Rod... and everybody," she said. "I'm Nicole."

	"Hey, your the one I've been hearing about. The one that never
comes out of the house."

	"I guess that's me."

	"I know why," said Rod, "you're so gorgeous you would be
immediately raped upon entering our atmosphere."

	Nicole blushed at the complement. Still confused and swimming
from the beer and the events of the night she looked into Rod's
handsome face. The way he looked at her sent a shiver up her spine.

	Art and Nicole left The Bucket in the wee hours. The waitress
cleaning up was almost done with her shift. She was tired and hungry.
As she cleaned the table Art Sandusky and that sexy girl had occupied
she found a green stone laying by a plate of unfinished fries. She
picked it up and turned it in her hand. It glowed. She sat in the
booth. "Make me a huge, juicy burger deluxe," she called back to the
kitchen to Sid the owner.

	Sid looked out at his restaurant. "What did you say?" It was
completely empty. Sid looked at the clock. Shari had 15 more minutes
left on her shift but she had apparently gone home. He went out to
investigate. One table remained to be cleaned off, so Sid did it. The
empty plates he pushed onto the cart. There was a green stone lying on
the table which he slipped into his pocket.

	The he spied a fresh burger deluxe on the seat of the booth.
It was still warm. He absentmindedly took a bite of it and locked up
the restaurant.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: 4b of The Gypsy Stone
Date: 24 Sep 1995 05:10:42 GMT

			   The Gypsy Stone
			Part Four (continued)

	Nicole woke up with a fuzzy tongue. In fact her whole body
felt fuzzy. She had never felt this way on just three for four beers
before, but she had never consumed beer as a girl before. She pulled
on a floor-length pink chenille robe and went downstairs to get a
glass of orange juice.

	"Nicole, are you wearing a padded bra?" Julie asked as she
entered the kitchen.

	"No, it's all me."

	"Can't be"

	"It is," Nicole answered. "I took the stone with me last
night. Dad isn't coming home for another week and I wanted to get back
to being Nick again. I wrote the wish out on a post card. Instead of
reading it Art wished I had a body like a centerfold."

	"That's weird, Nicole. Good thing it's only for a week."

	"Well if anyone who's seen me asks, I had an breast
augmentation in Middleburg."

	"That damn stone," said her sister with characteristic fervor.

	"The stone!" Nicole cried "I can't remember where the stone
is. I don't know if I put it back in my purse... we had a few beers...
I just don't remember." She rushed upstairs to get the clutch bag she
and carried last night. Her big breasts bobbled heavily as she rushed
to find the bag.

	Gone. The stone was gone. Nicole, her mother and sister all
spent the next two hours looking thru the house for the stone.
"Someone's been here while we were away, girls. Things are just thrown
into the drawers. Nothings quite in its right place. Someone's been
here." Nicole's mother's voice rose as she spoke. "I'm calling the
police."

	"You don't have to call, Mom. I know who did this."

	"Who."

	"It's that Gypsy. The one that I got the stone from. She came
looking for it. I can feel it. It was her at my window the other
night."

	"Then she has the stone?" her mother asked, confused.

	"No, Mom." I took the stone last night. I got myself
centerfolded by Art Sandusky."

	Nicole opened the robe for her mother and sister to see.

	"Wow, nice jugs sis!" gasped Julie.

	"Nick, I mean Nicole," her mother said sharply, "What is
everyone going to say when they see you like that. You look like one
of those... those... "

	"Centerfolds!" Julie finished.

	"The thing is I can't sit around here," Nicole said with
concern. "Either Art has the stone or we dropped it somewhere. If I
don't find it I'll be like this forever!"

	Nicole called up Art. Art sounded hung over, "Stone. What
stone?... Oh, that jade thing. Yeh I remember it... No I ain't got it.
Really!!... OK... I'll go look."

	Nicole waited nervously. "It's not in my pants, it's not in
the van. Nicole, I don't have the rock. You must have it."

	"Art, that thing is valuable. You don't know how valuable.
We've got to find it. You've got to help me!"

	Art picked up Nicole with the van. They looked everywhere.
They retraced their steps around town. They looked in every crevice of
the van. They looked on the street at every stop they made. Finally
they ended up on the hill north of Watertown.

	"I can't find it anywhere, Art."

	"Remember what we did up here last night?" said Art, moving
closer.

	"I'd rather forget."

	Art put his arm around Nicole. It was warm, but she shivered.
"I don't want to do that again Art. It was wrong. Just forget it."

	"There's this story about this guy that asked this girl at a
bar to fuck him for 10,000 dollars. She thought about it and said yes.
He asked if she'd do it for five dollars and she said, I'm not that
kind of girl. He said, yes you are. We're just haggling over the
price."

	"Are you implying that I'm that kind of girl?" Nicole rankled.

	"If something feels that good, Nicole, you should do it a lot.
So let's get in the van."

	"No."

	"Get in the van or walk!"

	Nicole didn't hesitate. She walked down the dirt road toward
the highway.

			 Following The Stone

	Sunday morning the sun burned into the clear horizon and up
into a cloudless sky. A haze of evaporating moisture distorted it as
it rose, huge and orange, a quivering ball of heat and drought. As it
had been for the last week it was going to be another scorcher of a
day. Corn leaves curled in discomfort, tomato plants withered and lawn
sprinklers chunked on as the heat wave continued.

	Inside the air conditioned house Nicole lay on the couch
lazily as Julie encouraged her to get out and do something.

	"Come on, Nicole. Let's go out to the lake. If you could get
Art to take us to the lake I could go out with Barry."

	"Who's Barry?" Nicole asked.

	"Oh I met him at the festival Friday night. He's cool."

	"Well, your idea has just one little glitch in it, Julie. Art
told me to put out of get out last night and I got out. I had to walk
4 miles back into Waterville from the hills up north. It felt more
like 40 miles in those pumps. Julie, I'm sore all over."

	"Well, I know someone who'd like to go out with you Nicole.
I'll call him and we'll go out together."

	Julie, no. Don't touch that phone. Julie. Julieeeee."

	The shiny black Wagoneer pulled up in front of the house as
Nicole looked out of the window.

	"Ok, Julie, what have you done? Who is it?"

	"It's a guy who likes you Nicole. He's really neat. You like
him, too."

	"There is no boy that I like, too. Julie!"

	"I mean somebody you like as a friend, I promise."

	"Great! Julie why are you and mom trying to set me up with
someone? I'm going to be a boy next week. If this guy ever finds out,
if Art ever finds out they'd kill me."

	"They're not going to find out, Nicole, and I need a ride to
the lake."

	"Ok, Julie, it's a deal with one requirement. We've got to
stop at The Bucket for about 10 minutes. That's the last place on my
list. If the stone isn't there I don't know where to look next."

	Julie nodded ascent as an energetic blonde 15 year old boy
came bounding up the steps to the door. "Yo, Julie, babe. Is this,
Nicole? Radical. She's a babe!"

	As they walked outside the heat hit. "Whew," said Julie, "It's
hot out today."

	Nicole was wearing a pair of white shorts and an extra large
powder blue tee shirt that read "Life's a Beach," she had borrowed
from her sister. The thongs on her feet were comfortably familiar,
much like the ones she had worn as Nick. In her tote bag she carried a
swimsuit loaned to her by her Mother The few other clothes she had
accumulated as Nicole no longer fit.

	They climbed into the Wagoneer where Rod waited in the drivers
seat. His elastic bandaged left ankle was tucked under the seat, the
crutch lay in the space between the two front seats, sticking into the
back of the vehicle. Rod looked at her casually. Nicole knew from
experience as a boy that he was trying hard not to stare at her
impressive breasts.

	"Sorry I couldn't open the door for you, Nicole. This ankle is
giving me fits. But enough self pity, let's get out of this heat and
hit the lake!"

	"Sounds good to me, but first Julie promised me we'd all stop
at the bucket to see if a piece of jewelry I left is still there,"
Nicole tried to say casually but she wondered what she would do if it
wasn't.

	The Bucket was nearly abandoned on a hot Sunday afternoon.
Sid, the burly tee-shirted owner and chief chef extraordinare, was
looking out of the service window that connected the kitchen with the
dining area. "Hi kids," he said cheerfully. "It's a hot one today. How
about a cold shake?"

	"We're on a mission today, Sid. Nicole here says she lost a
piece of jewelry here," Rod said leaning on his crutch.

	Nicole wondered why she had let this boy take the lead. It was
her lost item, and she should have been the one to speak up. She was
taking the female role in more and more ways. She shuddered. She had
to get that stone back for her father to wish on.

	"Nope. Sid answered, "Nothing like that. There was a rock,
though. Kinda like a green agate I think."

	"That's it!" cried Nicole. "That's what I'm looking for.
Where is it?"

	"Well, right now I'd say it was under a counter at the A1 pawn
shop. That's where I sold it. Got five dollars. Here honey, here's the
five dollars." Sid reached into his wallet and had it in his hand.
Nicole waved it back into his pocket.

	"That stone is valuable. A lot more valuable than five
dollars."

	"Sweetie, I remember thinkin', I wish I knew what to do with
this, and it came to me. Sell it to the pawn shop. I thought it was
something someone pulled out of one of the lakes or something." Sid
looked genuinely concerned he had done the wrong thing. Nicole knew it
wasn't his fault.

	"Thanks," she said and turned to Julie, Barry and Rod who were
waiting by the door.

	"Hey, little lady. If you want a waitressing job just let me
know. That lazy Shari snuck out early on me Friday shift and hasn't
been back since."

	Nicole shook her pretty head. "No thanks."

	Everyone in the car cheered when they drove by A1 pawn Shop
and saw the red CLOSED sign in the window. "To the lake... ," shouted
Barry with enthusiasm.

	Nicole sat on a rock about 20 feet from the shoreline of lake
Okakanope in her mother's tank-style bathing suit. She felt naked.
Every time she went into the water the wet material seemed to reveal
every feature of her lush body straining at the nylon. Rod was polite
an tried not to stare but she still felt extremely self conscious. If
she had been in Rod shoes (and she wished she was) she would have
stared and probably gotten a raging hardon looking.

	Her thoughts drifted to the stone again. She would have to get
some money together to buy the stone back. But finally even that
thought dissolved into the summer heat on an idle summer afternoon at
a beautiful woodlands lake.

	It seemed like a long time that she had had this much fun just
idly playing among comfortable friends. Her sister as usual was
confident and witty, Rod was polite and Barry, well Barry was
terminally cool.

	On their way home Nicole hoped Monday's trip to the Pawn Shop
would yield the Stone.

	As Nicole helped her Mother dust on Monday her mind was on the
stone. She phoned early in the morning, but the shop wasn't open yet.
She phoned in the afternoon.

	"Stoned... You can't get drugs her young lady, you can forget
that... what... Eh?... a bone, what would we want with a bone...
what... eh?"

	Nicole couldn't make the man understand that she wanted to buy
back her stone. She finally hung up in frustration.

	Rod picked her up at four o'clock after work and took Nicole
out to the A1 Pawn Shop. The shop was on the rough south side of
Watertown in a 1920 brick building with big storefront windows.
Pealing gold leaf applied to the inside of the windows said A1 Pawn
Shop. Buy - Sell - Pawn. Established 1921. Down the street on the
same side was the Hideout GoGo with its brightly painted exterior
contrasting this musty old business.

	Two grungy glass display cases lined the north and south walls
of the stone. At the back were a rack of guns with price tags hanging
from their triggers. In the corner was a pile of stereo speakers.

	"So, you're the young lady who called about the bone. Well...
"

	"Stone, sir, a green stone. I want to buy it."

	"Green stone you say. Yes we have some green stones. A ring, a
pendant, a broach. What would you like. I've just happen to have a
special sale on green today. Such a deal!"

	"The stone I'm looking for is large and irregular. You bought
it from Sid, you know the guy who owns the Bucket, on Saturday."

	"Oh, that one's gone. Nothing but bad luck, that one. I
mounted it on a chain. Made a necklace out of it. Made a special deal
on it for a promotion. It's gone. How about a pretty tourmaline ring?"
The old proprietor shuffled over to a case and took out a tiny ring.
"See, a real deal I'll give you." He tried to shove it on her finger.

	Nicole stepped back from the shopkeeper, numb. "Gone? Where?"
was all she could get out. This stone seemed to be running away from
her.

	"The naked lady place next door. They've got it." The old man
looked Nicole up and down, "You don't work there do you?"

	"You mean the Hideout? The Hideout has the stone?" Nicole was
embarrassed that old man thought she might be a topless dancer.

	"It's a promotion," he continued to ramble. "A contest. A1
gets mentioned. We have a lot of customers who like the naked lady
place. I figured it was good business. You want this ring. Only fifty
dollars. You'd have to pay two hundred in the store... "

	The old man pursued them, ring in hand, as Rod opened the door
for Nicole and followed her out into the summer heat.

	"Wow. What a character. You want to go to the Hideout?" Rod
commented.

	"We have to. I wonder who they sold it to?"

	Rod hobbled over on one crutch and opened the passenger door
for Nicole. She hadn't been treated like this before, doors being
opened for her and all. There might be a few things she would miss
when she was turned back into Nick. One would be the glances of
admiration she seemed to get as she went by. The other would be the
polite amenities, like the opening of doors.

	"Your ankle's feeling better," she smiled at him.

	"I'm a fast healer, have to be to get to football camp. We
leave on Saturday."

	The Hideout Go Go was next door to the A1 Pawn Shop. It was
painted bright red with white stars painted right over the original
concrete block of the building. There were no front windows and just
one door with a sign painted on it "PLEASE KNOCK FOR ADMITTANCE."

	Nicole knocked as Rod stood by balancing on his crutch.

	A door opened and Rod an Nicole entered a cool dark interior
that smelled of booze and cigarettes. The dancers hadn't started
dancing yet so they asked a waitress dressed in a black miniskirt and
low cut blouse if they could see the manager. "He's in the back room,"
they were told. "His name is Rex."

	As they navigated through the tables they saw it. A sign on a
special back-lit box with a glass front panel. The lettering was in a
paint that glowed as the light hit it. It said Wednesday Night Tee-
Shirt O'Rama. Wet Tee-shirts galore. Prizes, fun. Amateurs welcome.
If you don't have the bod to enter, bring your bod and watch." In
smaller lettering at the bottom it said, "Prizes contributed by
Ralph's Fairview Grocery, A1 Pawn Shop, Hers for Pleasure, Daryl's
AutoBody and $50 cash from the Hideout."

	Rod looked at Nicole, looked at sign and looked back at
Nicole.

	Rex was an obese man. He wore jeans and a sweaty tee-shirt
even though the bar was over air-conditioned and uncomfortably cool.
He spoke in a high, horse lisping voice. "Green sthone? You mean the
prizth we got from the A1?"

	Rex looked Nicole up and down with expert eyes. "Shure, I've
got it. Why"

	"I'd be willing to buy it back from you, sir?" Nicole asked
hopefully.

	"Shure, you can have it... All you've got to do ith win it
Wethday night in the big wet tee-thirt conthet. You look like a winner
to me honey." He didn't look up from Nicole breasts. He licked his
lips.

	"Ok, Ok, Maybe." Nicole was flustered and wanted to get away
from this fat man's gaze.

	"Thee you Wethday night," said Rex. He didn't have to say what
part he wanted to see.

	As they young couple left the sleazy joint Rex turned to the
miniskirted waitress across the room and said, "Funny, that'th the
thecond one today who'th come in athking about that necklath."

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: 4c of The Gypsy Stone
Date: 24 Sep 1995 05:13:08 GMT

			   The Gypsy Stone
			Part Four (continued)

			      Floorshow

	Nicole's Mother had changed since the stone had been lost.
That was certain. She apologized again and again for treating Nick
like a daughter. She told her she didn't mean to embarrass her, it had
just been so pleasant to have two daughters. Nicole decided not to
tell her about the tee-shirt contest. She just said she had to go out
looking for the stone Wednesday night and her mother accepted it.

	Julie begged to go along, but Nicole said, "You're too young,
Julie." Nicole thought, too young is an understatement.

	She'd decided to go to the wet tee-shirt contest. She would
just watch. She had put fifty dollars in her wallet, all she could get
together from her sisters savings and Rod. She would offer as much of
that as necessary to the winner to get the green stone. She figured
the winner wouldn't really be dancing to win the green stone necklace
anyway. Fifty dollars would seem like a lot... As soon as the winners
prizes were in hand, Nicole would approach her and make the offer...

	When Rod picked up Nicole the sun was low but the air hadn't
cooled much. It was a sultry, humid night. Nicole didn't feel the need
to dress up so she wore a pair of jeans that fit her a bit tightly and
the "Life is a Beach," tee- shirt she had worn to the lake Sunday. She
wasn't going to the Hideout to show off. She was going to get the
stone and get out.

	"I've got ID in case we need it, Nicole, but I've heard Rex
never cards unless he knows their's going to be a raid."

	The Hideout was a different scene tonight than on a deserted
Monday afternoon. People were packed around the bar,there were people
crowded at almost every table, the place was packed. Most were guys.
Nicole looked around, looked at the little stage and runway in front.
She was glad not to be dancing tonight.

	They sat down at a table and Rod ordered two beers for them.
Nicole remembered that she was a girl now and had different limits for
alcohol. She decided that this one would last her all night. That
would be safest. She sipped delicately on the beer.

	"Rod, I have to go back out to the Wagoneer. I left my purse
on the seat," she said.

	"Sure."

	The moon shown down in the parking lot behind a thin gauze of
clouds. Two people were talking by a little truck with a camper body.
Nicole recognized the face. Somebody she'd seen before. The Gypsy. The
Gypsy she'd gotten the stone from at the festival. It seemed like a
hundred years ago.

	The woman was talking to a gorgeous blonde. This girl was
stacked. Her mini skirt and high heels told Nicole that this girl had
entered wet tee-shirt contests before. Nicole turned away and got her
purse.

	When she was back inside the cool of The Hideaway it suddenly
hit her. The Gypsy was after the stone. She'd hired a ringer to win
the contest.

	"Rod," Nicole said to the handsome boy beside her. "What...
will I do. I... I... just saw someone I know out in the parking lot.
Someone who knows about the stone and wants it for herself. She's
hired a girl to enter the contest for her and from the looks of her,
she could win."

	"What is it about this stone that's so blamed important
anyway? Ever since we started seeing each other it was always the
stone, the stone. Nicole, it's just a rock. Why would anyone else want
it?"

	Nicole hadn't really thought about it. She had been "seeing,"
Rod. Three times in the last four days. She was just using Rod's help
to get the stone, but Rod saw it as "seeing" each other. What could
she tell him to get him to help her get it back?

	"Rod," she said looking right into his eyes. She noticed they
were a deep blue. They were attractive eyes, really. "That stone is
an old family heirloom given to me by my grandmother before she died.
It's very valuable and it's a family treasure. I must get it. Please
help me." Nicole drew her face close to Rod's. She could feel the heat
of his skin, smell the light beer smell of the beer he had been
drinking.

	He suddenly brushed her lips with his, drew back and looked
into her face. Nicole thought No, No don't let him do this. But it was
happening. Rod took Nicole's upper lip between his lips and kissed it
gently. Then he kissed her again, hard. Nick's body felt funny,
aroused. Her nipples felt sensitive. A tingle began between her legs.

	Nicole pulled away, breathing heavily, "Could you steal the
stone? We've got to do something. Wait until you see this girl."

	Just then the girl walked in and Rod's jaw dropped. She was
even sexier than Nicole had thought in the parking lot. Long teased
blonde hair hung down to the middle of her back. She had huge firm
breasts and a dark California style tan. Her face was a cross between
angelic and "let's party". If she entered the wet tee-shirt contest
she would win and the Gypsy fortune teller would have the stone.

	"What should we do?" wailed Nicole.

	"There's only one thing we can do," Rod answered. "You've got
to enter the wet tee-shirt contest. You're the only girl in the room
better looking than that California beach bunny there."

	Nicole paused for a long, long... long time. How could she get
up in front of a room full of guys and dance in a wet tee-shirt
showing off her body. It would be humiliating. It would be bad enough
if she were a girl, but she was a guy, she was Nick. But if she didn't
do it the Gypsy would get away with the stone and she would never see
it again. So it was a choice between humiliating the "Nick," inside
her and never being Nick again. She chose the humiliation.

	The dressing room was overflowing with girls in various states
of undress. Perfume and makeup odors filled the air. Nicole had never
seen so many smooth, well rounded bodies in one place before. It was
dizzying. Blondes, brunettes, redheads. A lady was passing out french
cut bottoms from a shoebox at the other end of the room. If Nicole had
been Nick, she would have been in heaven.

	"My God, they're little," she heard a voice say. Nicole looked
around to see a short haired blonde holding up a pair of bottoms.

	A slim brunette with high, firm boobs was studying herself in
the mirror. She wore only a high cut bikini bottom. She put both hands
under her boobs and cupped them as if to fluff them up for the
competition.

	Nicole turned to the little brunette and asked, "Why do you do
this?"

	"I think it's a turn on. Don't you? I mean all those studs out
there just hurting for me. It's better than sex! You're embarrassed,
but it feels good, you know?" She flashed Nicole a vacuous smile and
started doing stretching exercises.

	Nicole was handed a tiny pink cotton bottom and a white,
highcut tee-shirt with "The Hideout," silk screened across the front.
She watched the other girls cut their tee-shirts into various sexy
shapes and wondered if she was over her depth. She left hers as it
was. She put the revealing garments on and looked in the mirror.

	She looked from her bare feet up smooth slender legs to
widening upper thighs and broad curved hips. Her waist was dainty but
impressive breasts strained against the thin fabric of the tee-shirt.
Nicole knew from the mirror she had the raw material to win. But as a
boy she couldn't even dance.

	The start of the contest was to be a lineup of all the
entrants. Nicole stood in a line with about 6 other girls. On the ramp
that jutted out from the stage Rex stood to announce the show. His
bulbous body was shoehorned into a tux jacket but he still wore his
sweat stained jeans and tee shirt. All in all he made a strange figure
on the stage. "Welcome to the Hide out Ladith and Gentlemen. It's
amateur night and tonight is the Wednesday Wet tee-thirt contetht. Are
you ready to thee your next door neighbor up here wet, tonight?" The
audience cheered loudly. "Then letth get on with the thow. Now let's
here it for Thandi from right here in Watertown."

	Sandi came forward and the rest waited in line behind her for
their turn. Nicole waited nervously trying to remember what the other
girls did that got an audience reaction. The little bikini bottoms
they had all been given exposed all of their buns as they danced. Some
of the girls turned and wiggled their fannies at the audience much to
the delight of the almost all male audience. Several times the water
dribbled down into the panties and got them wet, clearly showing pubic
hair underneath.

	Then it was time. Nicole's knees went weak. "Now fellas, leth
hear it for Nicole."

			 Fluid Entertainment

	Rod took a deep breath as they called Nicole's name. He knew
she hated this. She wanted that stupid stone. They picked a drunken
little snot from the audience and gave him a pitcher of water to pour
over Nicole's tee-shirt. He poured it right between her jutting
breasts and across the front of her shirt. It ran across her exposed
navel to soak the pink cotton panties she wore. He watched she took a
deep breath and gave a little yelp as the cold water hit her skin. Her
nipples came erect and so did Rod. She looked so totally beautiful and
innocent up there trying to win what was rightfully hers.

	"Go Nicole!" he yelled at the top of his lungs over the
catcalls and din of the crowd." His eyes met hers. He tried to nod and
give her confidence. Her read a moment of pure terror in those eyes,
but she flashed him a big smile. The music started.

	Nicole started moving to the music. She put her hands up
behind her head and swung her hips like she had seen the other girls
do. The sound from the crowd grew louder. She heard guys in the crowd
yelling at her. And she had to egg them on if she was to win this
contest. "Take it off." someone yelled. Nicole raised the bottom edge
of her tee- shirt to allow the audience to see the lower half of her
breasts. The crowd went wild. She felt a rush of exhilaration. She
turned around and threw her hips from side to side showing off her
velvety buns. Whistles and hoots met that maneuver. Again she heard,
"Take it off!".

	As Nick, she had gone to dances several times. The guys stood
together in a corner of the room and talked and the girls danced with
each other, mostly. Nick had never learned. He had been invited out
onto the dance floor once on a ladies choice, but his movement was so
clumsy he finally stopped trying and let the girl dance in front of
him as he stood and watched. This body seemed to dance easily. His
hips swung naturally and the wiring made dancing seem almost
instinctive. She was almost enjoying this when her eyes came in
contact with leering gawk of Art Sandusky. He gave her a fiendish
smile. Goosebumps raised on her swaying body. The son of a bitch!

	She shook her head and forced a smile again. She had to focus
and win. All her attention was on the music and turning on the crowd,
she forgot Art, she forgot Nick, she thought of... football. Of the
catch, the last catch of the practice season. Reaching for the ball in
slow motion while the world seemed to stop for a instant.

	She crossed her arms in front of her, still dancing, and
pulled the shirt up to the level of her breasts again. The crowd
reached a fever pitch. Nicole felt high from all the attention, the
concentration. She pulled the tee-shirt all the way off. Nicole turned
all the way around moving her hips to the music. Then the music
stopped.

	"All right, leth hear it one more time for Nicole from Ohio."

	Nicole stood frozen in front of this crowd of men. She was
wet, she was naked and Art and Rod were looking at her. Her cotton
bottoms had turned transparent from the water. She blushed and covered
her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other. Now she had to
get back into the line. She wanted to put her shirt back on but she
had thrown it somewhere off the stage.

	The California blonde was last in line. "Now leth welcome Cat
Mandu from Chicago." Finally she was called. Nicole stood dripping,
trying to hide her exposed body while she watched her primary
competition. She was great. She could dance. She was sexy. The
audience loved her. The were at least as loud as for Nicole. She took
off her tee-shirt almost right away. Her breasts were firm and
perfectly shaped. As good as Nicole's. She shook her long blond hair
and bent to show her perfect tush to the crowded room. Nicole's
chances didn't look good, but she had done the best she could.

	Each girl was now to walk the ramp to the music one more time
while the audience applause and cheers would determine the winner. Rod
heard a tall dark fellow crowded in between the tables say to his
friend, "I've seen that last blonde before. She dances in Chicago.
Only she's not a she, she's a he. A sex change. She's got a dick. I've
seen it."

	Rod wondered if this guy knew what he was talking about. The
judging was taking place and Nicole was strutting up the ramp, trying
not to to look embarrassed. The crowd cheered loudly. She was the
winner so far. Rod got out of his seat and made his way to the front
of the stage. Rex was to the side of the stage with the microphone
saying "Now letth hear your vote for Cat Mandu." The gorgeous
California blonde danced onto the runway. As the crowd noise built to
a fever pitch Rod run up on stage and grabbed the blonde's bikini
bottom by the hip strap and pulled it down. A big cock flopped out
from under some sort of g-string that Cat had used to hide it. She'd
carefully hidden it while she danced but there was no hiding it now.

	The cheering stopped and pandemonium reigned. Boos mingled
with cat calls as the crowd milled out of control. Rex came to the
center stage holding up Hammy's arm and grabbed Nicole's hand with the
other. "The winner! Isthn't Nicole great? Give the little lady a big
hand."

			       Flare-Up

	The stone was now on a cheap gold chain. She put it around her
neck as she pushed her way out of the club with Rod's help. She was
flush with elation and flooded with relief. She had won the stone. Her
father would be home in a week and she would be Nick again. Men
pressed in close to congratulate her as she pressed towards the door.
Every guy in the place seemed to want to hit on the hot broad from
Ohio who was staying with Nick's folks. They reached the door and the
warm night replaced the clammy atmosphere of the club.

	An arm flew out in front of Nicole from the left side of the
entrance and grabbed Rod's shirt. Nicole staggered back against the
wall of the Hideout as Art Sandusky pulled Rod closer.

	"What are you doin' with my girl, peckerhead?" Art growled,
his face a twisted mask of anger.

	"Jeez, hi Sandy. Settle down big guy. Nicole goes with who she
chooses."

	Art took a few tentative swings at Rod with his right, holding
on with his left. Rod fended them off with his left arm. "C'mon
cocksucker, let's see go at it. Winner gets Nicole," Art challenged.

	"You're drunk, Sandusky. This is crazy. You're drunk!" Rod
said as he defended himself with his left arm and hung onto his crutch
for balance.

	Nicole looked on with horror. Guys were fighting over her.
Over her! She would be a guy herself in less than a week, but she was
cowering against the wall like a little female while these boys she
knew battled for her hand. "No," she screamed, "You can't do this. I'm
not anybodies... " They weren't listening to her or anybody in the
crowd gathering to watch.

	A sound of blows and men grunting was interspersed with the
sound of a supporting crowd. Nicole could hear Rod say something about
"almost healed," and "should have broken it over your head," A crutch
hit the pavement with a crash.

	A crowd continued to congregate around the boys as the scuffle
started to escalate into full battle. Nicole couldn't see Rod and Art
anymore as they moved toward the center of the parking lot and the
crowd followed. She was alone. Suddenly the crowd parted and Rod
limped toward Nicole. "Come on, let's go."

	Art parted the crowd and dived after him "Look out, Rod."
Nicole shouted. Art grabbed Rod's wrapped ankle and tackled him, the
ankle in his grasp. Nicole could see Rod's face contorted in pain as
he hit the ground. She took one step toward him when a huge shadow
covered the full moon that lit the scene.

	An instant later something blocked her vision completely. She
felt little paws grasp the necklace at her throat, the impact pushed
her back into the block building again. Then she was watching a bat-
like pair of wings fly into the night. She looked around anxiously.
No one else had even seen it. They were all watching Rod and Art.

	Rod was laying on the concrete holding his ankle. "Well,
`least I won't have to put up with scum like you at football camp
now!" she heard Arts voice say as he walked away.

	A hand touched Nicole's shoulder and she looked to her left.
In the shadows of the building, right beside her was Cat Mandu, the
young transsexual. She seemed hesitant as Nicole turned toward her,
keeping her distance. "I'm sorry." she said, "I'm really sorry. Naomi
told me what happened to you. I'd give anything for that to happen to
me. Anything. I didn't know until now you'd be trapped, but Naomi
promised I'd get something I've wanted for as long as I can remember.
She said the stone could change me into a genetic girl."

	Nicole studied the boy/girl. There was earnestness in the
pretty face as she looked pleadingly at her. "Tell me, Nicole, is
it... " She was interrupted by a push that caused her to skip toward
the wall and use her right hand to catch her balance. It was Naomi.

	"I've got the stone,now. No thanks to you," the Gypsy said
matter a factly, Cat cowering behind her. "You'll never see it again,
little girl." She put a taunting emphasis on the word girl. "I guess
that means you'll be female forever. How nice for you. You can dance
for the boys every Wednesday night, now."

	"You bitch! Your infernal stone got me into this. Help me get
out, damn it! I can't stay like this any longer. I just can't!"

	Naomi flicked one of Nicole's nipples thru the thin cotton
tee-shirt she wore. "Don't you dare confront me again, honey. Accept
your fate. Soon, I'll have the power to do anything. If I get any
more trouble from you, you'll wish with all your might you were a girl
again."

	Naomi and the blonde dancer walked briskly away but Cat
stopped to look down at Rod, still on the ground holding his ankle.
"You go what you deserved!" she said curtly and ran to catch up with
the Gypsy.

	Nicole looked blankly at Rod on the ground and Nicole and Cat
disappearing into the shadows of the parked cars. She began to
understand the enormity of what had just happened. Her mind was a
swirl of confusion.

	She was trapped... forever.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: part 5a of The Gypsy Stone
Date: 24 Sep 1995 05:15:30 GMT

			   The Gypsy Stone
			      Part Five

				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 its 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 folded over a chair by the bed
was a bright pink cotton bikini bottom and a tee-shirt emblazoned THE
HIDEOUT.

	Julie strolled 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 waste paper 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 fortune teller 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 Nick's 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. She 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," Nick's 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 tell 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 mother's 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 36D. "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 Rod's 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 all right.
"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 Mike's husky body bull it's way into towards the
basket tried a pass over Mits'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.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: part 5b of The Gypsy Stone
Date: 24 Sep 1995 05:17:33 GMT

			   The Gypsy Stone
			Part Five (continued)

	"26 to 28," Rod stated, "With a chance to tie."

	Mike moved in the back court 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 lava
flows 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 leg
hole 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 all right,
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 heard 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!"

			       The End