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Here's a story where I managed to combine two hobbies
WARNING: This story contains explicit descriptions of the transformation
of barley into beer. If this offends you, please stop reading now. Also,
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Brewmeister
by Sarah Miller
It was Carl's 40th birthday, and he rushed out of the office
at five, eager to get home to the surprise party he suspected
was planned. He was in a good mood. No, an excellent mood.
His team had just delivered the latest release of his
project's software - 275,000 lines of code on time and under
budget. He'd made history. And to celebrate he had a new
batch of Pale Ale just waiting to be sampled. And it was a
milestone birthday. Not one he'd looked forward to, but he'd
had a good life overall, and it was getting better.
Carl was thus disappointed when he strode through the front
door to an empty house. His wife Janet was just sitting there
watching the news. At least she was wearing clothes suitable
for dining out.
"Hi, honey," she greeted him warmly. "We're meeting Jim and
Lilly at Rusterman's. Put on a suit."
"Oh, man! Why can't those guys make into the 20th century.
Gotta be the only place in town you hafta dress up like that
to get in. Well, what time?"
"Six thirty for drinks. Get dressed, we'll have to leave
soon."
Carl was a rebel. Instead of complying, he pulled a bottle of
his latest creation out of the refrigerator, removed the cap,
and poured it into a glass. "Excellent!" he thought. A
perfect medium amber color and a fragrant hoppy aroma greeted
him. And as usual for his homebrewed beer, it tasted so much
better than store-bought swill that words couldn't describe
it. With two years of practice, Carl was indeed a master
brewer.
And now he was late. He carried the glass up to the bedroom
to change clothes. "Ridiculous," he thought. Most people
come home and change out of a suit and here he was putting one
on. He hated ties, one reason he moved away from big city
life.
******
Carl and Janet arrived at the restaurant only a few minutes
late, and caught the Newton's walking in just ahead of them.
"Hey Jimbo! What's goin' on?" yelled Carl.
"Carl! Not much. Got a new model finished. Wanna come out
Sunday and watch it fly?"
This fascinating conversation continued for the hour in the
bar and throughout dinner. Janet and Lilly had an equally
fascinating conversation going, of course. They all
thoroughly enjoyed the rather pricey dinner, and went back to
Carl's for coffee and birthday cake.
*******
".....Happy birthday to you. [author's note: pretend you heard
them singing]"
Carl closed his eyes and with a mighty breath, slightly laced
with alcohol, managed to extinguish 40 candles. They enjoyed
this rich chocolate cake. It was a once a year treat, since
Carl was always struggling with weight and high cholesterol.
As they enjoyed their coffee, Janet brought out Carl's
presents. From Jim and Lilly there was a box of golf balls.
Jim and Carl hadn't played for several months, so maybe this
was a hint. From Janet there was a cordless screwdriver and
some clothes. From his parents there were some woodworking
chisels. The only actual surprise was a gift from Janet's
parents. Carl was pretty sure they couldn't stand him. They
were always cold and aloof, believing Janet had married
beneath her station with her union to a mere engineer. A son
of one of Daddy's rich stock broker friends would have been
much better. But there it was, a large elegantly wrapped
package. Carl checked for ticking sounds and trip wires, then
opened it.
Inside was a beer ingredient kit from a company he'd never
heard of (that figures, he thought.) It was labeled "Tiresias
Strawberry Blonde Ale" from the Mount Olympus Malt Company,
"Maltsters to the Gods." Opening the box he found no
surprises, just typical ale ingredients. Although he'd long
ago stopped brewing with malt extract, preferring the control
gained by doing his own mashes, he was willing to try this
out. The beer would probably be just as good, there just
wasn't as much control over the color and flavor. He pulled
out a 3 Kg can of liquid light extract, a bag of crystal malt,
several one ounce packets of hop pellets, a four ounce vial of
strawberry extract, and the biggest surprise, a fairly fresh
packet of liquid yeast. There were even some bottle caps and
priming sugar. Although he'd never heard of the company,
everything looked like it would be good quality. Probably
was, since that brand of yeast was the best available. After
checking his supply of empty bottles, he invited Jim over
Sunday for a brewing session. After Jim and Lilly left, he
prepared a starter for the yeast - it should be fine for use
the day after tomorrow.
*****
Saturday morning was a bit unusual. Carl and Janet made love
- something they normally reserved for Friday nights, but
they'd been too tired for last night. Always a stickler for
routine, Carl then had to rush around the rest of the day
trying to catch up with his plans. So when Janet's parents
called that evening to wish him a happy birthday, he was not
in the best of moods. Nevertheless, he tried to be civil.
His birthday really had been yesterday, so he wondered why
they waited until today to call. Usually they didn't even
bother calling or sending a gift. But this year the gift had
been thoughtful. They had no way of knowing how primitive the
kit beers were, but they'd given him something for his
favorite hobby. He tried to be pleasant during the phone
call. He listened to their condescending platitudes and
barely hidden insults for the ten minutes they talked, and he
hung up nursing a severe headache. Time to pop open a
homebrew.
On Sunday, As arranged, Jim showed up around noon. Carl got
out his equipment and began the sanitizing procedures, mainly
soaking his wort chiller and siphoning tubes in bleach. He
then got out the brewpot, dumped in about 3 gallons of water,
poured the crystal malt kernels into a muslin bag, tied it,
and dumped in the water. Twenty minutes later, as it came to
a boil he removed the grain and poured in the malt extract.
He added two ounces of hop pellets as the mixture came back to
a boil, and set the timer for 30 minutes. In spite of their
current activity, it was still too early to be drinking, so
the two friends sat on the porch with some coffee.
As the timer went off, Carl added an ounce of Saaz hops and
set the timer for another ten minutes. When that one went off
he added one more ounce of Saaz and set it for five minutes.
Finally, the boil was done. The brewpot went into the sink,
and the immersion chiller went into the pot. He connected one
end to the faucet, the other end to a short length of hose,
and began running water through it. While the wort was
cooling down, he sanitized the fermenting bucket. When the
wort hit 80 degrees, he started siphoning it into the
fermentor, leaving a couple of inches of gunk at the bottom of
the pot. Filling the fermentor with cool water to the five
gallon mark, he stirred everything up, took the specific
gravity reading, and tossed in the yeast solution. He sealed
the fermentor lid, inserted an airlock, and they were done for
the day. Now it was time for a beer.
****
A week later, the beer was ready for bottling. After soaking
and rinsing 50 bottles, Carl sanitized his bottling bucket and
poured in his priming solution and the bottle of strawberry
extract. He siphoned the beer out of the fermentor (leaving
an inch of inactive yeast) into the other bucket and began
filling the bottles through a tube attached to the spigot on
the bottling bucket. He capped the bottles, marked a batch
number on the caps, and set them in a corner to carbonate for
a week or two. He tasted the flat, unaged beer, and was quite
pleased. To the uninitiated, the beer had a very sharp,
bitter taste, as well as a distinct strawberry taste. His
experience told him it would mellow out quite nicely.
Janet asked him that evening if he'd been out in the sun. She
thought it might be her imagination, but Carl's hair seemed to
have some lighter highlights.
****
Eight days later, Carl decided to crack open a bottle of this
Greek ale. He had one with dinner. He was pleased with the
color, a dark gold, and with the muted strawberry flavor and
pleasant floral bouquet from the Saaz hops. It could stand to
age a bit more, but that didn't stop him from drinking three
of them.
The next day Carl couldn't figure out why people were giving
him odd looks. His fly was up, his shirt was buttoned
properly. He couldn't see anything wrong. But they kept
staring. He went home spooked.
And was spooked even more when Janet gave him an odd look.
"What have you done to your hair?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"Your hair, it looks different. Lighter, almost red. Did you
dye it or something?"
"Why the hell would I do _anything_ to my hair. It looked OK
to me." Carl went over to the hall mirror and took a peek
anyway. And he gasped in shock.
"This is really weird!" he said to himself. His hair had
changed color, from almost black to a dark brunette color.
And it seemed to him that it was a little longer than he
remembered. While puzzling over this oddity, he went to the
refrigerator and grabbed one of his new beers. They were
quite good, and he had a couple more with dinner.
****
Wednesday morning, Carl woke up feeling a bit queasy. He
noted with some distress that his hair was even lighter and
longer than last night. Bleary eyed even after a shower, he
ate a smaller than normal breakfast and drug himself to work.
He didn't last the morning. His stomach was turning
somersaults and his head was spinning as he stumbled through
his front door and into bed. He was sleeping when Janet got
home, and barely managed to get any food into him at dinner.
They both figured it was the summer bug that seemed to be
going around, and Carl just stayed in bed all night.
By the next morning, Carl was doing much better, and went to
work. He was unsettled through the day, however, as his hair
was even lighter and longer, and his beard seemed to be
lighter as well when he'd shaved that morning. But by
quitting time he was his normal chipper self, and felt just
fine when he got home. Dinner was a rather fiery curry, and
he consumed four more of his very tasty ales.
Friday brought the hint of a connection. He felt like crap
once again. There must be something wrong with that Greek
beer. He barely had enough strength to call in sick. In
spite of the great taste, he decided to toss the rest of the
batch, as soon as he could stand up again. He fell into a
fitful slumber, and stayed that way until the next morning.
Janet slept in the guest room.
****
Saturday morning brought little relief to Carl. He was so
light-headed he could scarcely make it to the toilet. When he
arrived, he almost stopped breathing. His hair was now
shoulder length, and it was a strawberry blonde color.
Unfortunately, that was not all that was wrong. His face was
virtually devoid of hair - he should have a fairly heavy
growth this morning. He seemed thinner. Of course he'd been
rather ill the last few days, but he thought his arms and legs
looked a bit more frail than they should have.
"Carl! Are you all right?" Yelled Janet. She'd heard him
stumble around and was worried he'd hurt himself.
"Yeah!" he yelled, voice cracking strangely. "I just feel
kind of dizzy." he said in a lower voice.
"Well, just get back in bed when you're done. I'll bring you
something to eat."
Carl finally managed to get back in bed, and sat up slightly
as Janet came back in.
"My god!" she gasped. "Your hair! It looks like a woman's,
it's so long. And it is so light, a reddish blonde." She
paused. "Shit. Strawberry blonde. That's the color. And
it's the name of that damned beer. How in the hell did they
do it?"
Carl was in no mood to debate the point. He sipped a bit of
tea and tried to eat the toast Janet had brought him. It
wasn't long before he was obviously not going to eat or drink
any more, and he fell asleep as she left the room.
Carl felt somewhat better Sunday morning as Janet brought in
some breakfast. In spite of not having eaten since yesterday
morning, he felt well enough to make it to the bathroom.
After relieving his bladder, he looked at his bleary image in
the mirror. His body hair was gone, his facial hair was gone,
he thought his face even looked a little softer. Just to make
sure, he felt up his crotch. Vulgar, but necessary, he
thought. He also thought his masculine parts were shrinking.
Not much, but some, maybe. It worried him, but he didn't tell
Janet.
As he was eating a somewhat hardier breakfast, Janet told him
she'd talked to her parents yesterday, and they'd wished him a
speedy recovery. They were actually trying to be nice, she
told him as he gave her a skeptical look. He went back to
sleep.
Monday Carl felt even better, but he was still shrinking.
He'd lost 30 pounds. And it did not seem to be just fat. As
he got dressed to go to a doctor's appointment, he found his
shirts to be too large. Not grossly so, but disquieting. He
swore his penis and balls were smaller than they were
yesterday.
Janet drove Carl to the doctor, who took blood and urine
samples and sent him home without any clue to what was going
on. It was just as he'd suspected. They took his money, but
couldn't help him. He was still slightly dizzy and tired, so
he went back to bed.
Tuesday started off much the same. Carl was feeling well
enough to get breakfast in the dining area. While he ate,
Janet answered the doorbell. It was an overnight package
addressed to Carl with no return address. Curious, Janet
opened it and began pulling out clothes. There was a size 8
dress, panties, a size 34B bra, a pair of hose, and some size
7 sandals. They couldn't understand why anyone would send
these things to Carl. It was all very odd.
Janet had not forgotten her primary task for the day, one
she'd decided on yesterday. She made an overseas phone call
to the Mount Olympus Malt Company in Athens. After hanging
up, she entered the bedroom looking very pale, and woke Carl
up.
"Now I know what's going on," she told him, on the verge of
tears. I called the company that made your beer kit. It was
a very special batch, they said. I didn't believe what they
told me, at first, but looking at you, it makes sense. The
strawberry blonde in the name of the beer wasn't just from the
fruit extract. Your hair is strawberry blonde, did you know
that?"
When Carl nodded, she continued on. "My mother ordered it,
for her son, she said. Well, you know I'm an only child. It
was for you. She lied to them. Its turning you into a woman.
That's obvious now. And that's what they said. They're quite
pissed about this. They have a policy about non-volunteers -
they're just not allowed.
"So." she went on. "There is an antidote. But," she
continued as Carl gave her a hopeful look, "You can't have it
for about 18 months. Too much of a shock, they said. It
would kill you. And I'd rather have a live girlfriend than a
dead husband. So, in a month or so, you'll be my girlfriend."
Carl buried his face in his hands, ignoring his smooth skin
for the moment.
"The company was willing to help out though. They're sending
you a new identity. It is normally extra, but they're gonna
charge it to my mother's card. They're also gonna send
another kit, for me. We'll make the beer, and if I decide to
become your husband, I'll drink it. I think mother did this
because we can't be married if you're a woman. I really
didn't realize she hated you so much. Regardless, they just
lost a daughter. I bet she sent that package, just as a
taunt. For now, we'll just let them stew.
"Oh, the company said to drink one or two of the beers every
day. It will move things along a bit faster. Then finish it
off, if you like it. It won't hurt you. Everyone else just
needs to stay away from it."
Carl just sat there in the bed, stunned. He couldn't say
anything. Janet looked at him, tears beginning to streak down
her cheeks. It was an end to things, of sorts, but it was
also a new beginning. She was sure Carl would learn to enjoy
being a woman. Not that he had much choice.
****
For both of them, it was a painful transition. As the days
passed, Carl's masculine parts diminished in size, until he
was left with an asexual crotch. He had a clitoris and labia,
but nothing else. At the same time, his size grew smaller.
His proportions became more feminine as his torso shrank.
His hips also shrank, but not as much, making it appear as
though they were flaring out. He grew a small pair of boobs.
There was nothing he could do. He printed up a letter of
resignation, citing a family emergency of indeterminate length
(if becoming a woman didn't qualify for that, what could?)
At this stage, Janet decided to give him an introduction to
lesbian love. He was accepting his changes with surprising
grace and equanimity. But she didn't think he was prepared
for living in a woman's body. For women it was a sexual world
out there. Carl had to learn this, and it would be easier
with this introduction.
So one evening as Carl climbed into bed, Janet snuggled up
next to him and began fondling his breasts. Startled, he
tried to sit up, but Janet pushed him back down. She gently
massaged his budding boobs, finally taking one into her mouth.
As Carl lay there moaning in pleasure, she reached down with
one hand and started playing with Carl's clitoris. In seconds
he had a major orgasm. Not content with that, Janet moved her
face into his crotch and began using her tongue to good
effect. Carl had a large number of orgasms before Janet
finally laid quietly beside him.
"Jesus!" he whispered. "What have I been missing all these
years?"
"Well," Janet replied, "I just wanted to give you a brief
introduction to sex as a woman. Just wait until you get a
dick inside of you! Then you'll really know what you've been
missing!"
That brought Carl up short. This was all still too new. What
Janet had done was fun, but he could not yet imagine sex with
a man. With those thoughts raging in his head, he drifted off
to sleep.
*****
Carl, now going by the name of Cindy, drained the last drops
of her beer before returning to the chore of filling bottles.
Janet was taking the bottles of brown ale as Cindy was filling
them, and crimping the caps on them. This was, of course, the
special brown ale from the Mount Olympus Malt Company, and it
was intended for Janet's consumption only. They'd already
come to a mutual agreement that Janet would drink it, as soon
as it was ready.
Cindy was strikingly beautiful now. She was down to 125
pounds, 5'5" tall, with a very nice size 8 figure. She'd also
acquired a vagina and medium sized breasts. At least this
stuff hadn't made her into an ugly woman. She attracted male
glances wherever she went now. It made her uncomfortable, but
it was something she'd have to get used to. She and Janet did
a lot of shopping together, and Cindy was learning how to cook
and shop for groceries. In a week, it would all be up to her.
A week later, Janet was pouring her second glass of brown ale
when the doorbell rang. Cindy was in the kitchen getting
dinner ready, so Janet set the bottle down and opened the
door. Lydia and Howard, Janet's parents stood on the porch.
Janet stared at them for a moment before inviting them in.
"Been a long time since we've talked," Janet opened.
"Well, I guess it has. We've tried to call, but you never
answer, and never returned our calls."
"What the hell did you expect! You turn my husband into a
woman, and expect me to be thrilled?"
"We neve..."
"Don't lie to me!" Janet spit. "I called the company you
bought that kit from. They told me everything. How could
you?"
"Janet, dear, it was for your own good. We kept telling you
that Carl just wasn't good enough for you. He couldn't
provide for you the way you're used to."
"You couldn't keep us from getting married, so you do the next
best thing - if he's a woman then we can't stay married. That
right?"
"Well, yes." admitted Lydia. "By the way, where did he go?
We're willing to help him get started in a new life."
"Well, that's damn generous of you. He, she is in the other
room. It never crossed your mind that I love him, and don't
want him to get a _new_ life?"
"Now, Janet, we know what's best for you. You'll find someone
else, your own kind."
"My own kind? Carl was my own kind. I _am_ an adult, I guess
you forgot. Anyway, see this beer? I've already had one.
It's from the Mount Olympus Malt Company. They weren't happy
with you, so they sent this for me, at your expense, by the
way. In another month, Janet won't exist any more."
This announcement was greeted by gasps of disbelief. Lydia
just stared at her.
"Well, Mom," Janet said, " I guess you lose. You've lost a
fine son-in-law, now you've lost a daughter. And just so you
know, you haven't gained a son. I never want to see either of
you ever again."
"Janet, no!" Lydia cried. "You can't mean that. You can't
have drunk anything like that! I don't believe you."
"I don't care, and it doesn't matter. Please leave."
After several more futile attempts at telling Janet she didn't
drink the beer, they left. It was obvious that they would
make further attempts to bring Janet back home, but for now,
Cindy and Janet were relieved to get the confrontation over
with. They retired to the bedroom, where Cindy received one
more lesson in female sexuality, even if it was a lesbian
experience. She was looking forward to the appearance of Jack
in a few weeks. In fact, they'd begun using a dildo on each
other. Cindy was looking forward to the real thing. She
would always be a woman, so she'd decided to embrace her
womanhood, in all its glory.
The End
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