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You Are The Woman Well You Are
By Cabinessence
I have always had strange luck with the girls in my life. Oh I've
had dates, but they all seem to develop spontaneous headaches before the
night was over. At first I thought it was the air freshener in my car so I
got rid of it, then I started carrying a large bottle of Tylenol in my
glove compartment, but nothing helped.
I soon realized that the true reason was that they just didn't want to have
sex with me, spending money on them was fine, maybe a little reckless
necking, but no slash in the old gash if you catch my drift. One day I
rented the porno movie "Love Potion Number Ten (It's More Powerful Than
Nine)" starring Victoria Paris. It was about this geeky guy who was a
failure with women like me who goes down to this gypsy and gets this potion
that makes women open up to him in ways he never thought imaginable. He
also falls in lust, well there really is no love in these kind of films,
with the aforementioned Ms. Paris. With her long blonde hair, large
breasts on top on an impossibly slim waistline, she could be anyone's dream
girl. But with this potion she winds up with a guy like me, well a guy like
me with a much larger dick. Hell these kind of things only happen in the
movies right?
I always had strange luck with roommates too. Freshman year there was
John, brilliant but very strange. He liked to impress women by rapping in
Latin. If you wanted to know what Ice-T would have sounded like in ancient
Rome, if you catch my drift. Sophomore year, there was Steve. He wasn't the
greatest looking guy, but boy could he attract girls. But there something
weird there too. He would bring all these girls into his bedroom, but they
would seem different in the morning. Their hair would be a different color,
their breasts would be bigger, they'd be slimmer, or cuter, or a
combination of all of the above. Since neither Steve nor the girl noticed
anything different in the morning, I attributed this to a late night memory
shrouded by too much Budwiser.
My current roommate in sophomore year is Jeff. We met the year
before in COBOL class and hit it off right away. We had the same viewpoints
on life, the same interests, the same musical tastes (ABBA and Eric Carmen),
it was if we were somehow cut from the same psychic cloth. The only thing
we didn't share was an interest in girls. I could never seem to interest
him in going out to bars. He'd rather stay at home and chat on the
Internet. One night I came home from a frustrating night where all I
managed to pick up was a round of Heinikins and found him sitting in the
dark with only light the glow from the computer monitor. The soft glow
seemed to make his face look angelic, almost feminine, as he smiled at me.
"So I take it, it didn't go well tonight?"
"No. These bars are useless, the music is so loud you can't even speak.
How can you meet anybody in that kind of atmosphere? "
"Hey come on let's do something to get your spirits back up. How about
we pick up MYST where we left off the other night. Let me get the CD."
I don't know if it was the beer, or seeing Jeff in that strange light
that made me just blurt it out.
"It's too bad you aren't a girl. We get along so well, we'd make one hell
of a couple. Hell, you can't be happy spending all these nights in front of
a keyboard. And I sure as hell ain't happy getting all dressed up for
another round of rejection."
Jeff, who had the MYST compact disc in his hand, dropped it and ran into
his room, locked the door and started crying. I ran to the door and
yelled:
"What did I say? Jeff, I'm sorry guy. Hey I wasn't calling you a girl. It
was just a stupid fantasy brought on by too much beer and not enough sex.
Maybe I should buy domestic next time, I never have these kind of thoughts
with Bud or Miller. Hey guy, calm down."
His cries slowed down to a whimper, but he still kept the door locked.
In the morning neither of us mentioned what had happened. I figured it was
all forgotten until two weeks later when Jeff told me to go away for about
an hour . That when I came back there would be someone special he wanted me
to meet. When I arrived back, the door was ajar and I opened it to reveal
a vision in white. There was a tall girl with long blonde hair wearing a
long red striped dress with a high collar. She wasn't too big in the bust,
but her face was pretty and well made up with bright red lips. She also
looked somehow familiar.
"Hi, I'm Jennifer, Jeff's sister."
" Jeff never said he had a sister."
"Jeff is very protective of me. He only let's me meet guys he really
likes and trusts. He really likes you. "
"Well I like him too. Wow you are very beautiful."
"Thank you."
"Where's my manner's. Do you want anything? Soda, a beer. "
"A Rolling Rock."
"You're in luck, that's Jeff's favorite too." I went and got her a beer.
"You'll find that Jeff and I are a lot alike." And she started to come
closer to me. I figured it was to take the beer, but she put the beer down
and grabbed me instead.
"Hey whoa, baby."
"You don't know how long I have wanted to do this." And with that she
pressed her lips next to mine and we kissed. Some part of me felt this was
a wish come true. Too good to be true. But something about it felt odd.
As may face brushed against her chin. Razor stubble. Razor stubble??? I
pulled myself quickly away from her er him.
"Jeff, what the hell are you doing?" He looked at me in shock and then
sorted of collapsed into a chair in tears.
"Gosh, I am so ashamed. I thought you wanted it like I did, that time
when you said that you wished I was a girl. You don't know how long I
wanted to be in your arms."
" That was just the wish of a drunken fool, besides you aren't a girl."
"My body isn't, not yet anyway. But my soul is female, I have always
felt like a woman inside. You don't know how many nights I lie awake crying
because my mind and my body aren't in harmony with each other. That's why I
don't go out, I don't like the image I project to the world. Then when you
said we could be happy as a couple, if I was really a girl, well part of me
has always felt that way. The part of me that is Jennifer. I thought that
you would understand, if you met Jennifer. "
"I'll admit I was really fooled at first and even turned on a little. But
I'm not gay."
"Neither am I. I'm transsexual."
"But you are a guy and you are saying that you care for another guy like
a girl does."
"You just don't get it. I am not a guy inside. The part that cares for
you is female. Besides true love is soul deep anyway. You cannot change
the soul, but you can change the body that houses it. I have been in
counseling for six months and hopefully I can start on hormones by next
semester. Maybe then you could think about me as a woman if I looked the
part. Is a woman just tits and a vagina?"
"That's a good start. Besides, I don't know if I could ever wipe out the
memory of Jeff even if you made the complete change. "
"When I make the change, Jeff will be dead and I will always treasure his
memory and his friendship with you. But all I ask is for you to give
Jennifer a chance. She could make you very happy. Sometimes drunks are
known to blurt out the truth."
"Okay, stop, I am so confused right now. Until I sort this all out keep
Jennifer locked in the closet."
"I understand. But I can't keep her locked away forever. She is my
future, Jeff is only here for a short while longer. As soon as I get the
okay to start the hormones, Jennifer is out for good."
I spent the next few days confused. The one girl who wants me is really
a guy. I never had any thoughts before about Jeff in that way, but seeing
him as Jennifer that was different somehow. Was I reacting to the woman
underneath the male exterior, or was I so sexually frustrated that I was
willing to go for anything even remotely female? I needed to know more
about this transsexualism thing, so one night while we were studying I
asked him.
"So how long is it going to take for you to become a girl?"
"I don't know. If I were to start hormones tomorrow, it'd probably take
six months to a year before my body looks reasonably female. Then I'll need
electrolysis for the beard, a tracheal shave to remove the Adam's Apple,
and couple more years of living as a woman before I can be approved for the
final surgery. Of course all this will happen if I can afford it. I am
going to need at least twenty thousand dollars. "
"So I'd say about four to five years at least before you can become this
sexy surgical creation."
"No, I will be just an ordinary real woman. Granted a woman without
ovaries and a uterus, but a woman none the less. If you had met Jennifer
after I had the surgery you wouldn't been able to tell. The doctors have
gotten that good. But you are right, it won't happen for at least four or
five years."
"I hate to break the bad news to the part of you that is a babe, but I
am a growing boy with huge hormonal concerns. I don't know if I can hold
out that long for you to get a pussy."
"Hey you have already been waiting twenty years to get some pussy,
what's a few more? Oh I am being bad. Besides there are other ways to
please your partner without putting Willy into Jilly."
"Oh that's real cute."
"My mom came up with that. She's cool with what I want to do, and even
taught me some tricks of the trade so to speak. Besides wouldn't you want a
sex partner that would understand what you want in a way no other woman
could. A transsexual partner does have it's advantages."
"This is too weird."
"No, this is my future, and you can come along for the ride if you want.
Don't take this the wrong way, but I love you."
I couldn't say anything after that. I don't think Jeff expected a reply
either. I had finally found a woman to fall in love with me, but she
wouldn't really be a woman for at least another five years. Well that's my
strange luck for you. I could never bring myself to have sex with a man,
but there was something drawing me to the woman in his soul. Maybe love and
sex have different boundaries after all. If only there was some way to get
him/her to change in less time. Then I thought about all those weird
transformations that went on when Steve was my roommate. Maybe he knew
something that could help hasten Jeff's change into Jennifer. He'd moved to
his own place off campus, but I was able to track him down after Chemistry
class.
"Hey Steve can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure what's up? You miss all that wild action huh? I hear your new
roomie is a real wuss. Don't beg me to come back because I am having to
much fun on my own."
" No, I am not going to ask you to come back. Jeff and I are getting
along real good, maybe even too good. What I wanted to ask is about those
women you brought into your bedroom, I could swear that they looked
different from the night before."
"Ah, so you are finally admitting you noticed something. I thought that
the spell exclusion didn't work."
"Spell exclusion?"
"Yeah I bought this potion from an old gypsy woman that would make any
woman my sex slave for twelve hours. Not only that, but I could manipulate
her body in any way I wanted . Change hair color, bust size, even race.
Best of all she was unaware that any changes had taken place. I could take
the straightest plain Jane and in a matter of minutes change her into my
own personal sexy harlot and she wouldn't know the difference. And when it
was over she wouldn't remember anything. Of course I allowed you to notice,
a guy like me needs a witness to prove he's a stud and also someone whom he
can feel better than. But you never said anything about it til now, why?"
"I always thought it was the alcohol clouding my brain, but why only
twelve hours? Couldn't you have made it permanent?"
"Oh yeah, but it would have cost more and hey with my part time job, I
can only afford so much. Then you'd have to pay even more to have everyone
think that the changes were always the way things were. Besides I like
variety, I'm only twenty and I don't want to be tied to one woman yet."
"But you could do it. have a permanent change and it would seem
completely natural. No one would suspect there was anything different."
"Sure, you know what they say money can change anything."
"Did you ever change a guy into a girl and make with him/her?"
"Only once and it was a total accident. You see my biggest thrill is
making sex slaves out of other guys dates. I'll hang around until the guy
goes away for a minute and slip the potion in the girl's drink while I
distracted her with some dumb request. Then after she took a drink I'd say
the magic words "Wanna Fuck?" and she'd be mine. Then I'd quickly disguise
her so that if her boyfriend showed up he wouldn't even realize what happened.
Hell I had this tall thin blonde changed into a busty black girl before her date
even flushed the toilet. But there was this one time I saw this beautiful girl at the
bar, but her date wouldn't leave her alone for a second. She looked a lot
like Jennifer Stewart from the Passages porno series. So I saw the
bartender fixing their drinks and I distracted him for a minute while a
poured the potion into both of them. Hell I couldn't tell which drink would
be hers. Then when I said "Wanna Fuck ", they both became my sex slaves. I
turned him into a duplicate of Christy Canyon and we played out the
threeway scene from Passages Five, all night. Hell I figured there is no
way you could look at Christy Canyon and imagine that she was ever a guy.
The next day they were both back to normal and remembered nothing. That was
the only time I did something like that, why?"
"Oh nothing, could you tell me how I could reach this gypsy woman?"
"Sure anything for an old roomie, especially one who could use some
assistance. She's in the Far Oaks Mall, right between the J.C. Penny and
the B. Daltons. She used to be in an old cottage in the woods, but she
wasn't getting enough foot traffic there to stay in business so she moved."
That evening I drove to Far Oaks Mall and saw the sign "The Gypsy's
Cottage - Magic Potions, Fortunes Told, and Expresso Bar" . That had to be
the place.
"Hello Mike, looking for something in a love potion?"
"How did you know my name and what I want?"
"I am a fortune teller, it's my business. And you have come to the
right place. I offer personalized service. I have to with all those Magic
superstores trying to drive us small business owners out of business. Sure
that new Magic Depot store on route 9 is cheaper but they also have all
this cheap help minimum wage snot nosed kids working there who couldn't
tell an eye of newt from an eye of salamander. That alone could cause you a
hell of lot of trouble if you were trying to change someone into an
aardvark. Who in the hell do you know buys witches brew by the vat, but
that is the only way you will ever save a lot of money with them. And
would you want to trust a generic love potion. I carry only name brand
potions. Matter of fact I carry the entire "Merlin" line, that's a name you
can trust. Hell, "Merlin" has been synonymous with magic products for
centuries."
"Well I want a love potion for this woman, but she's not exactly a woman
yet. She's a guy, but don't get me wrong he wants to be a woman. "
"A love and a transformation potion. Permanent?"
"Yeah, I want it to be as if she never was a guy. That she was always a
girl. I want us to be totally in love, as if we were always just a normal
man and a woman. But I don't want anything else to change. I want her to be
the same person, just as intelligent, just as much fun, only a woman. "
"Changing a complete history will cost you extra, but I can see why you'd
want it in this case. Have you decided how much of a woman you want her to
be? Someone built like Victoria Paris perhaps?"
"How'd you know?"
"I told you, I'm a licensed professional. It's my job. Just wait a minute
while I go in the back and mix up your potion."
A few minutes later the old lady returned.
"Here it is, that will be two hundred dollars. There was an extra
forty dollar charge for custom blending, but you can't get a potion like
this right off the shelf. Will that be cash, check, or charge?"
"Charge." And I handed her my Visa card. It sounded like a lot for a
small jar of clear liquid, but it would be a small price to pay for a
lifetime of happiness.
"Be sure to read the directions. And remember our big sale on bat's
wings next week."
I took the potion home and told Jeff I needed to see Jennifer. He told
me that Jennifer had some big news for me too. While he went into his room
to change into Jennifer, I read the directions to prepare the potion. For
the love potion it said to write down the name of the beloved on a piece of
paper and dissolve it in the potion. I wrote down "Jeff" since I wasn't
sure when in the process he'd actually be Jennifer for good. After the
paper dissolved I poured it in into a glass of wine I would use to toast
our happiness. Soon Jeff as Jennifer came back into the room.
"Sorry I rushed, are my boobs even ?"
"It doesn't really matter. "
"You are right, it doesn't because pretty soon these breasts will be
real. I just got back from the doctor. I get to start on hormones next
week. Isn't that great?"
"Fantastic let's toast to that."
I handed her the glass with the potion and I took the other glass of
wine in my hand and raised it to a toast.
"To your everlasting womanhood."
"Hey let's do this real romantic. Like in the movies."
Before I could finish the toast, Jennifer came up and linked our arms
together so that her drink in her hand was in front of my lips and mine was
in front of hers.
"Drink only to me with thine eyes." She said.
Before I realized what she/he was doing, she began pouring her drink in
my mouth and it was headed down my throat. I started to panic and in my
panic I swallowed. Suddenly the world around me started to shift as
different realities started to merge. The room seemed to be changing. On
the chair where my baseball equipment was, was now some needlepoint and two
teddy bears. Ohh they looked sooo cute. Why were there suddenly all those
bras in my laundry basket? I looked down at myself and saw my athletic tee
shirt turn into a halter top as my breasts expanded to fill it. My shorts
became a short skirt showing off my great legs. Legs? Breasts? I was a guy.
I'm Mike Weaver. No wait a minute, how could a be a guy? Guys don't have
measurements like 38C-22-37. Guys don't get their panties this wet thinking
about their man. Mike? Who's that? No, I am Melissa and over there is my
boyfriend Jeff. Gosh I love him heaps. I know he looks silly in that
dress, but it is so great to have a boyfriend who can make himself look
like a girl so that he can sneak into the girls dorm after hours so that we
can make love.
Soon the room seemed to stabilize and I ran over to Jeff. I wanted to
kiss him so much. Soon he had moved his mouth down from my lips to my
breasts as he slowly undid my halter top. Gosh I wanted him inside me so
much, but first I had to get him out of his dress. Those ridiculous clothes
that were hiding the real man underneath My lips were filled with passion
as I took hold of his cock. I knew he was enjoying it as he started to
moan.
"Melissa, you have an innate way of knowing exactly what a man wants."
I took a break from my sucking and said " Yeah, I don't know where it
comes from."
"Well it's Willy into Jilly time."
I knew what that meant as I laid down on the bed and spread my legs for
him to enter me. It was at that moment I realized how glorious it was to be
a woman. I wouldn't want it any other way. Once our passion was spent he
took me in his arms. I felt so secure, so safe, I wanted to stay that way
forever.
"I love you." He said.
"I love you heaps. " I replied.
"Heaps, that is so precious. Melissa you are the most incredible woman
I have ever known."
We were married right after graduation. I knew that somehow we were
truly made for each other. And I can't wait to bear his children. Sometimes
though I get these flashes, bit of memory that say that I was once a man.
It was like I was zapped by that memory erase thingie in "The Men In
Black". But those kind of things only happen in the movies don't they?
Dottie
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