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THIS should be a story that is a little bit different. Bear in mind that it
is unedited, so there are stupid mistakes.
Raven
TALES OF DJINNAR: What Is the Essence of True Love?
by Raven
I had just finished eating at my favorite chinese retaurant, The Secret
Chinese Garden. I had eaten at this place about twice a week for the past
5 years. Consequently, I had gotten to know the owners quite well, and
counted Tam Lin, and his wife Xian Lin as two of my closest friends.
Over the past 5 years they had shared my joys and my sorrows, including
two intense love relationships which crashed and burned.
The break up with my last, live-in, girlfriend had been particularly tough.
I thought that she was the one, and I had willingly entered that frame of
mind where I was ready to settle down, have kids, the whole nine yards.
The break up had left me shattered.....disillusioned. I placed myself on the
proverbial relationship shelf. I just couldn't face dating anymore. That
was almost two years ago.
Yet, I yearned for the "embrace." That was my nickname for that state
of being with another, where you exist in bliss. Everything is peaceful, and
wonderful. Even sitting around, doing nothing in particular, locked in a
tangle of arms and legs, was a joy. I did really miss that way of life.
Consequently, the Lins got even closer to me. I had basically isolated
myself socially, going out only to the Lins' chinese restaurant. The
exceptions were my job, and working out. I used the extra time to
develop into a top notch trial attorney. At the age of 37, I was percieved
as an up and coming legal star. Before law schol, I had been training as
a tri-athelete. I used whatever extra time I had left to resume my training.
To be accurate, I threw myself into my training regimen with a religious
zeal. In the two years since the break up, I had pushed my body to the
peak of perfection. At the age of 37, I was not bad looking. That is what
made it harder for everyone to accpt that I wasn't seeing anyone. In fact,
I wasn't even close to seeing anyone. Court reporters, and secretaries,
that new me tried many times to fix me up, to no avail. I just wasn't
interested in anyone.
The Lins were particularly concerned about me. The kept on insisting,
every time I saw them, that I should be with a nice woman. I should be
dating more. They really were nice, caring people. It was no question
that I would go to there restaurant on this, my 38th birthday.
After I had finished, Mr. and Mrs. Lin approached my table. Mrs. Lin
took my hand, and put a chinese fortune cookie into the palm. She then
closed my fingers around the cookie.
She looked me in the eyes, saying, "that for you. It is special fortune
cookie from China. It is the birthday present from Tam and me to you.
Do not open until get home. Use wisely!"
It looked just like an ordinary fortune cookie. True, it didn't have the
cellophane wrapping that you usualy get on fortune cookies in chinese
restaurants. It also looked rougher, and thicker than usual commercial
fortune cookies. Other than that there was nothing to suggest that it was
special in any way.
I didn't know what to say, so I just said, "Thank-you. I promise that I will
use it wisely whatever it is."
Now Tam spoke in place of his wife. "The fortune cookie is from the
ancient temples of china. It is given only to the most deserving of souls.
It have magical properties. It like unwritten fortune, where you can get
heart's desire. Be warned. Your desire must be worded exactly, or else
it is left open for interpretation on how it to be done. You understand."
They were my friends so I decided to humor them with this obvious
chinese wive's tale. "Yes Tam. I understand, and will follow your
instructions."
The rest of the night passed uneventfully. The Lins and I sat at my table
until closing laughing and just talking about everything under the sun. All
in all it was a good time. I put the cookie in my jacket pocket, and
thanked the Lins for their hospitality.
Mrs. Lin, again grasped my hand, and stated, "Stephen, you be careful
with cookie. You nice man. Good friend. Please promise!"
"Xian, yes of course. I promise. Everything will be just fine."
With that we said our good-byes. I tried to pay for my meal, but Tam and
Xian would not hear of it. I left the place feeling happier than I did in
some time. I got into my car, and headed on home.
I had completely forgotten about the fortune cookie until I threw my jacket
upon the back of a chair in my bedroom. The cookie rolled out onto the
floor at my feet. I stooped over to pick it up, and, standing up inspected
it closely. There still was nothing particular thar was special about it. I
decided to crack it open. To my surprise, there was nothing inside, not
even a slip of paper with a fortune upon it. There truly was nothing special
about the cookie. I felt sorry for the Lins, that they had gotten ripped off,
and hoped they didn't pay too much for the thing. I tossed the damned
thing into my mouth and crunched it up. I had to admit it was delicious!
It was better than any fortune cookie I'd ever had.
No sooner than I had swallowed the cookie then I heard a voice, with a
heavy chinese accent, say from the corner of the room say, "Confusious
say he who eat fortune cookie with no fortune, get one wish to make own
fortune!"
I blinked my eyes to make sure that I was actually seeing what I was
seeing. There on the other side of the room was a small chinese man,
dressed in peasent's clothes and sandals. He even had on one of those
huge hats that you always see chinese workers wear. I rubbed my eyes.
This had to be some type of hallucination, some type of opium in the
cookie. He was still there.
"H-how did you get in here? Who are you?" I asked.
"I am the spirit of the cookie, know as a Djinnee. I am an initite of the
House of the Yellow Djinn. It is written that in order to make the fortune
cookie work it must be a gift from one who is your friend. Otherwise is
just empty cookie. It is within my ability to make your fortune. You have
eaten the cookie, and get one wish. What is your desire?"
"This is unbelievable. I can have whatever I want?"
"There are limits to what I can accomplish. I can not create life. I can not
destroy life. I can not grant more than 1 wish. I can not make another do
something which he or she does not already feel, or would ordinarily.
Other than that, I can do anything you wish."
I replied dejectedly, "you mean you can't make someone fall in love with
me, or fall back into love with me?"
No......not unless they would be inclined to fall in love with you anyway."
That tact obviously would not work. My mind was working very fast, so
fast in fact that I did not remember the warnings given to me by the Lins.
Perhaps if I couldn't make somone specific love me I could hasten the
arrival of my next relationship. I tried to think of a way to word it when
the simple request came out of my mouth: "I wish to know true love!"
"Very well it is done. Know now that true love can take many forms and
guises. You have not stated which form or guise from which to know true
love. It is left for me to choose that guise which will lead you to your
desired fortune. Know that in one day, should you not desire to continue
your fortune, you can recant your wish. I will return you to in this state.
I see you again in one day!"
Before I could say anything the little chinese man disapperared as quickly
as he came. I was left alone to ponder what I had said, and his cryptic
words. It would be just my luck to have some guy, or real old lady fall in
love with me, because I hadn't given enough details. Even an animal
could fall in love with me. Well at the very least I could recant in 24
hours. What could go so drastcally wrong in one day?
My phone didn't ring. No one knocked upon my door. As the minutes
crept by, I reached the conclusion that the fortune cookie must have been
laced with opium, and that I had experienced a very vivid, very real
hallucination. However, it was a hallucination none the less. I smiled to
myself, as I crawled into bed. The Lins had indeed played a very good
birthday joke upon me.
I slept fitfully that night. I was tossing and turning the entire night, and
at times had the sensation that somebody else was in bed with me:
somebody else was in bed touching me all over. I just assumed that I was
dreaming of my time with my ex, Barbara.
When I woke up it was light outside. My senses were immediately
flooded by a wide range of strange feelings. Overall, I just didn't feel
quite right, like I'm used to feeling. I raised my hand to rub the sleep out
of my eyes, and felt my hand and arm obstructed by something big and
soft on my chest. When my forearm came into contact with whatever was
there, it jiggled. I felt the jiggling upon my chest. "What the hell is
going on...........", I thought to myself.
Then I saw my hand. It was small with chubby fingers. The chubby
fingers were each topped by a long nail painted pink. A cold sheer thrill
of fright went up and down my spine. I yanked down the covers, and
received the shock of my life. There were two female breasts, two very
large female breasts. I grasped them in my' hands to make sure I wasn't
imagining things. I squeezed them, and realized this wasn't my
imagination, it wasn't a dream, but it was all too real. Those breasts were
soft and very saggy.
Then I saw my left hand. There was a cheap wedding band upon my left
ring finger. This couldn't be real! What had happened to me. Then I
remembered the fortune cookie, and what had occured last night. I had
thought that it was an elaborate illusion. It was was all too real! The
little chinese man had said true love takes many forms. The little man had
turned me into somone else. He had turned me into a woman.
When I looked down at the rest of my strange body, I discovered why the
breasts were soft and saggy. They were resting on a substantial stomach
bulge. However, it wasn't the bulge of an advanced pregnancy. It was
because I was fat . . . obscenely so. There were rolls of fat sticking all
along my torso. I was so fat that I couldn't see my genital area.
There was no doubt what I would find there. My mind raced, and my
hands shook wildly. Eased up into more of a siting position, and, as I did
so, felt both tits flop to either side, and the rolls of fat shift. I reached
down beyond that tubby gut, between my legs.
I almost began to cry when I felt big fat legs swollen with cellulite. All of
the hours that I had spent in the gym honing my body to perfection was
down the drain with one slip of the tongue. Even the genital mound, which
housed my new sex was fat. Not only had the Djinnee turned me into a
woman, but he had turned me into a married, grossly obese woman!
I wondered who I was? However, no sooner I had posed my mental
question than the name Linda jumped into my mind. It was like having a
conversation with yourself. Linda? Linda who? The full name of Linda
Ellen Campbell leapt into my mind.
This was starting to scare me. I looked around the room for something,
anything to help me out of this mess. The room, a bedroom, looked both
unfamiliar, and familiar at the same time. The more I looked around the
more I seemed to know that outside the bedroom door I would find a
living room. I also knew that just down the hall was a small bathroom, just
as I seemed to know that I was in a . . . trailer!
I looked in the bed next to where I had been laying. There was a small
note of folded scrap paper, along with a wild flower that looked like it had
been picked from a field somwhere.
I picked up the note, unfolding it. The note read:
Linda:
Words can't express how much I love you. The
day that I found you was the luckiest day of my
life. I don't know how I can show you other than
to love you all of the days of your life. I want to
grow old with you, have children with you, everything.
I only wish that I was a poet or somwthing to show
you how I feel. This flower that I picked outside
can only begin to show how beautiful I think you
are. Thank you for a fantastic night last night.
Ed.
Who's Ed, I wondered? Almost instantly the image of a tall slender man,
perhaps in his late thirties sprang into my head. He had a well worn face,
which I wouldn't exactly call handsome, and his blondish hair was
receding rapidly. Not the type of guy that I would choose if I were a
woman. That last thought made me stop. I didn't choose. This Linda did,
and I knew intuitively that Ed was my . . . husband?
What did he mean by a fantastic time last night? A second later, scenes
of being in bed with this man, and making love to him, no less, ran across
my minds eye.
"Oh my God," I said aloud, hearing my new voice for the first time. It was
much higher, and softer, than my real voice. If I had to categorize it, I
would say that I was definitely a soprano.
I moved to get of of the bed, feeling every part of Linda's body jiggle as
I did. When I stood up, I felt a thick gooey substance leak from my
genital area down my upper thighs. I bent down to see what it was,
praying that it wasn't the start of a period. There was no way that I could
handle that.
I felt totally humiliated as my fat belly bulged out when I bent over, and
thos huge boobs hung heavily from my chest. No it wasn't blood, it was
something much, much worse. It was spent semen leaking from the vagina
between my legs.
Now I really felt like crying. I hurried to where I knew the bathroom
could be found. My entire body jiggled like jello every step of the way,
and sticky cum continued to run down mt legs. I was so ashamed that I
barely had time to notice how much higher and bigger things were now.
As soon I opened the bathroom door, I was confronte by the reflection
of my new self in a full length mirror. She . . . was very short, no more
than 5'3" or 5'4", but was extremely fat for her size. It was a shame
because otherwise she had a relatively pretty face. Granted, that face was
round, with double or triple chins, but it was still pretty. She . . . I had
shoulder length mousey brown hair.
I just couldn't get over how short and fat I now was. Cellulite and rolls
of fat stuck out hideously everywhere. My hips flared impossibly wide,
and when I turned to the side, I could see that my ass was positively huge.
I wanted out of this body, and I wanted out now!
Suddenly, I got an intense feeling of pressure in my bladder. Instinctively,
I knew that this body had to urinate, or otherwise void the other bodily
fluids within it. The pressure felt so alien as it wasn't centered upon my
genitals, but came from deeper within. A quick scan of the room located
the toilet.
I plopped down on the toilet, my huge flabby butt flowing over the edges.
The thought of it made me ill. No sooner had I sat down, then a felt warm
liquid spray out of me. That too was strange because it was not in a
steady stream as I was used to. Several loud plops into the toilet water
indicated that something other than piss also came out of my cunny.
I spread my short fat legs, and looked down between them into the toilet
bowl beyond. There, mixed with the golden liquid were lumps of
congealed white stuff, which I knew to be sperm. It was all that I could
do to hold down the bile rising in my throat.
(to be continued)
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