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Strings
by Lisa
Jim had been playing with magic since he was little, but with very
little success. Jim firmly believed in the reality of magic and so did I at one
time. Jim's father had been able to do amazing things and on one occasion he
showed Jim and I some of his abilities. Mr Wynn (Jim's Father) told Jim
and I the world was encircled by strings of magic. If you know how to look
you can grab them and use the strings. Unfortunately Jim's dad died when
we were only 9 before teaching Jim all the secrets of how to use the power.
Jim and I have been friends for over 24 years. Jim and I still talk
about his Dad from time to time, but as the years go by I have less faith in my
memories. I now believe the tricks were part illusion part overactive 9-year-
old imagination. Those rabbit ears on my head weren't real and it was just my
imagination that let me feel Jim's hand stroke the fur. All the tricks were just
that, or so I keep telling myself.
To tell the truth, I haven't given that period of my life much thought
lately. I humored Jim while we were in College helping him with his magic
research and spell casting practice. I still had a shred of belief back then. I
never saw any results, though Jim says there have been minor successes.
The last several years Jim and I have drifted apart. After college Jim went to
Medical school. He got as far as his first year of residency and then quit.
His parents left him the big house where he grew up,the surrounding 20
acres of land and a big chunk of cash. He's living there now doing odd jobs
and doing research. I've been very focused on my computer repair business.
I recently got out of a 4-year relationship that almost ended in a marriage. I
had been spending a lot of time with my ex-fiance, Janine. Janine didn't like
Jim and openly scoffed at his magic research. So Jim and I have gotten
together only sporadically in the last 3 years and not at all in 6 or 7 months.
So, like I said, I haven't really given Jim or his magic much thought
until he called me. He was very excited, very agitated. When I finally got
him to calm down he illuminated the dark spots in my knowledge of his life
for the past 3 years. First of all Jim claimed he had rediscovered the source
of his father's power. The strings of magic were visible to him again for the
first time since the death of his father. And now Jim told me, he was able to
manipulate the strings. All the fantasies of our teenage and college years
came to the forefront of my mind. What we could become, the power and
wealth we could gain. Jim told me to come over and he would open my eyes
to a new magical reality.
I got in my car and began the 20-minute drive to his house. He still
lived in his parent's old house. His mom left it to him when she died. I
don't think Jim's mom ever knew about the magic hobby her husband shared
with Jim. For the millionth time I relived the day Jim's dad told us about
magic.
It was a weekend and Jim and I were playing in the backyard. I liked
his dad he was always nice to me and would take time out to play catch or
take us on hikes.
On this day we were in the basement playing board games. Jim's dad
was watching TV. He kept looking our way like he was about to tell us
something.
"Jim, Mike why don't you come over here, I've got something more
interesting than that board game to show you," he said.
We walked over to him and he started rubbing his hands together.
"I'm gonna do a little magic for you. This isn't pretend magic like you see
that Doug Henning do. It's real. I discovered how to do it about ten years
ago. If you boys are good, I'll teach you."
He ran his hands through the air as if he was trying to grab
something. Then he appeared to find it. It looked like he was pulling on a
string. As he did this a barely noticeable glow emitted from his hands.
"Are you guys ready?" he asked
He had our full attention, we just silently nodded.
He touched his hands to both of our heads and something amazing
happened. On top of Jim's head appeared two ears that looked like they
belonged to Jim's German Shepard , Pete. On top of my head I could feel
two large and floppy ears. I looked in my reflection in the TV screen and
saw two large bunny ears. At this moment it seemed I remember Jim moving
his ears around and both of us commenting on all the new sounds we were
able to distinguish. Jim's father then touched our heads again and we were
back to normal. It was then he told us about the magic strings of power and
began teaching us their secrets. Our second lesson was supposed to be the
very next weekend. Jim and his dad spent every afternoon together that
week. Thursday at school Jim told me he was beginning to see the strings. I
was very excited for my weekend lesson, but it was never to be. Jim's father
died in a car crash on his way to work that Friday morning.
For a long time I believed that the magic he showed us in the
basement was real. Recently and under the influence of Janine I began
doubting my memories and wrote the incident off as childish imagination.
Now Jim was telling me he had proof that what we experienced was an actual
event.
I ran those memories through my head as I drove and as I knocked I
Jim's front door I felt my heart skip with a sense of childish excitement and
adventure. What if it's true? I was about to find out. The last time I saw Jim
he was looking a little undernourished and unshaven. He was devoting all
his time to this silly research. But as he opened up the door now he looked
great.
"Mike thanks for coming. This is gonna blow your mind, " he said
matter of factly. He took me to his furnished basement. Some animal cages
were along one wall.
He didn't wait for me to ask what was up he just began talking. "I've
discovered how to transform living things. I discovered it about three
months ago after finding some of my Dad's old notes in my attic. About six
months ago I began to be able to consistently and clearly see the strings of
magic. The clues I found in my Dad's notes were the final pieces I needed to
manipulate the magic. Since then I've been doing animal experiments to test
out what I can do. Changing cats to dogs, birds to rats and all things in
between. Here let me show you what I can do. My dad was able to do more
than just transformational magic, but that is all I have been able to master."
Jim reached into one of his cages and pulled out a white rat. He held
the rat in one had and reached through the air as if grabbing at invisible
strings. Just like his dad, eventually his hands took on a slight glow and then
he touched the rat's feet. Almost instantaneously the feet changed from those
of a normal rat to those of a small duck. He handed me the rat. I examined
the rat from every angle, touching and pulling on the webbed toes. The rat
now had the feet of a duck. After about 5 minutes of my examination he took
the rat and put it back in its cage. It seemed happy enough, though it looked
very strange walking with duck feet. He led me back upstairs and poured me
a drink.
I totally believed that he had magic power. "I'm sorry I said your
quest was silly."
"Don't worry about it, you knew what I was doing and still called me
your friend. Most people would have tried to have me committed. So the
demonstration was convincing?"
"Yes, yes, very convincing," I said.
"Well, now I've got a favor to ask of you."
"What is it, " I asked.
"So Mike, now that you've seen the magic, let me ask you the big
question: Will you be my first human volunteer? Before you answer, let me
give you the facts. I've done extensive testing on these animals and I will be
able to change you back. I promise you. I can , however, only do a change
once every 24 hours or it is too big a shock for the system. So if you agree
to get changed it will be for at least a day. I can't direct the magic toward
myself, which is one of the reasons I want to teach you how to see and use
the strings. So what do you say. We can start with something small if you
like, whatever you want."
"I don't know. Are you sure this is safe?"
"I've done hundreds of tests in the last month and all the subjects,
except for the one I just changed are back to normal. First of all if you agree
to this I'd like to try another human form first, just to be safe."
"I can be anything I want?"
"Yeah, well anything human, animal or combination of both. I
picked a weekend so we could maybe try two different forms, before you
have to go back to work. I can't change you into a plant or a rock or
anything. It has to be human or animal."
"It is very tempting. This is really scary, but I think I'll do it. Do you
want to do it right now?"
"Yeah that's what I was thinking. You have anything planned for this
weekend?"
"No, I'm in between girlfriends and I don't have any repairs I have
to get to until Tuesday," I said.
"Great, great, Let me tell you what you can expect. Based on my
experiments your clothes should change to your new body. I changed dogs
wearing collars to cats and the new cats had kitty sweaters and cat collars.
You should feel fairly comfortable in your new form. The new cats moved
like cats, not like dogs. They were a little hesitant at first, but quickly they
were walking and jumping like cats. It even worked when I changed a cat
into a canary. The new canary was able to fly," he said. "There didn't seem
to be any personality change. Dogs I changed into cats acted like dogs and
vice versa.
It's kind of funny hearing a cat try to bark."
"Ok, staying human is not a problem." In fact I was thinking of
staying human.
"Well then, whose it gonna be. Fat or skinny, tall or short, and the
big question male or female?" he asked.
I had given this very question much thought as I drove to Jim's
house. Since High School, every time we talked about the magic I would
think about who or what I could become. One of my fantasies was to
become a girl. I liked being a guy and had no desire to cross-dress or
permanently become a women. The makeup, periods, grooming everything
seemed like a chore to have to deal with it day in, day out. But it was a
fantasy that I really wanted to try on. I didn't know if I would have the
courage to go through with the fantasy if given the choice. Now Jim was
giving me the choice.
"Um, female," I mumbled, scared of what his reaction might be
Jim looked at me and raised his eyebrows. I just shrugged my shoulders
trying to be non-chalant and said, "I think it might be fun to give it a try."
"Ok," he said seemingly unconcerned. "I was kind of hoping you'd
say that. It's easier to observe how you take to the changes the more
different you become. Are you ready to do this now?" he asked.
I just nodded my head.
"I'm gonna need some guidelines," he said.
"What do you mean," I asked a little confused.
"Well, like a general height, build, hair color, that sort of thing. I
need to have this template in my head, and then the magic has a way of filling
in the details. So, tall or short?"
In for a penny in for a pound I figured, "short."
"Busty, medium, flat, what do you want?"
"Medium I guess. I never really liked huge breasts on women," I
said.
"Hair color," he asked as he began grasping through the air as I had
seen his Dad do so many years ago.
"Brunette, brown eyes, and can you make me a little younger?" I
asked.
"Yeah sure, how young?" he wondered.
"Around eighteen."
"Ok, here goes," he said as he touched his hands to my head.
I saw an explosion of colors. Kind pressing your hands against
closed eyelids. Then the world seemed to rush back into my head. I was
standing in the same spot staring up at Jim. Then I started realizing things
had changed. The last time I checked Jim was 6 foot and I was 6 foot 2. I
started taking inventory. I was definitely shorter. Probably by about a foot.
I looked at my hands and arms. Instead the hairy muscular ones I was used
to seeing I saw practically hairless arms ending in slim delicate fingers with
long french manicured fingernails. The rest of the sensations sort of hit me at
once. The feeling of the bra straps on my shoulders holding up my breasts,
the long hair brushing my neck and the skirt I was now wearing brushing my
hairless legs.
"Wow," I said aloud surprised at my new girlish voice. "Do you
have a mirror," I asked very unsure of the sounds coming from my lips.
Jim just nodded and pointed to a wall mirror on the other side of the
room. I looked at the image staring back at me. The magic is real, I'm a girl,
I thought. I looked to be about 5'2'' I had firm B cup breasts, My straight
brown hair fell about 5 inches below my shoulders. I looked kind of like
Alyssa Milano, with some of my Irish heritage apparent in my face. I was
now wearing a short black skirt and a short sleeved t-shirt showing off my
thin arms. I flexed my bicep as I sometimes did and practically nothing
happened. One thing that really surprised me was my new age. Instead of
the 30 something man I normally saw in the mirror I was looking at a woman
of no more that 22 or 23.
"Wow, " Jim said, "You turned out really cute. I'd ask you out if you
weren't just my best friend."
I took my eyes from my new reflection to give Jim a dirty look and
my new perspective started sinking in. I lost about a foot in height and
everything seemed larger.
"I'm a little older than I asked aren't I?" I asked.
"Yeah I've done very little experimentation with age transformations
and it's hard to tell with cats and dogs."
"It changed my clothes and everything. " I said.
"Yeah, like I said filling in the details. So how does it feel? I've
never been able to ask my subjects that before. Well, actually I have, but they
didn't really give a clear answer."
"Unsettled. I feel small," I said thinking and starting to move around.
"I feel almost like myself. I don't seem to have trouble walking around. I
mean, I don't feel totally alien. I feel almost like this is how I should be."
"Yeah as I said I found that to be the case. The animals never seemed
to freak out. Sometimes curious, but always accepting. Walk around a little
more. Yeah, yeah, you walk like you were born a girl. "
"This is just too much," sitting down on the couch.
"You even cross you legs like a girl," he pointed out.
I hadn't even notice, it just seemed the natural way to sit. I then
noticed that there was a purse strapped to the back of the chair I was standing
next to. "Toss me that purse," I asked Jim.
He did and I began to look through the contents. It contained
everything the had been in my pockets and my wallet. The keys to my van,
my credit cards, drivers license, all with one difference. The name on all my
id read Michelle O'Neil instead of Michael. "This is amazing it changed my
name and everything."
"I wasn't sure if that would work, but I'm glad it did. You should
also be recognized by anyone who knew you before. The animals I changed
were recognized by their companions, no matter what form they took. The
only reason the change would be noticed is if another animal was within 4
feet of the transformed creature when the change occurred. I am really
curious to see how some interpersonal stuff turns out. For instance will
Janine remember you as a lover?" Jim wondered.
"I didn't think the changes would go this deep, " I said.
"It was a lot harder to change you than the animals, maybe that's
why, because so many other people have to change a little as well. I don't
think I could transform more than two people in a day and I could have done
a dozen animals. Well anyway, do you think you'd mind going out in your
new form. I wouldn't mind finding out how people who knew you react."
"What do you mean by out? Walking down the street, the movies,
food shopping, what?" I asked.
"No, I was thinking maybe The Pub," Jim said looking to me for a
reaction, "A lot of people that graduated from high school with us still go
there. We don't have to stay long, but I'd like to find out who they think you
are. What do you think?"
I was a little hesitant, but I said, "Sure, It's not everyday I get to be a
woman. I might as well try it out in the world. Do you want to go now?"
"No, it's only 7 let's wait a little while, do you want a beer or
something?" he asked.
"Yeah, that's a good idea," I said thinking a little buzz might take the
edge off the fear that was growing inside me. I picked up his remote control
and started flipping through the channels. My longs nails really weren't
getting in the way and I noticed I was easily keeping my long brown hair out
of my eyes.
We drank a couple of beers and talked about old times. It was great to
be hanging out with Jim again. Eventually I excused myself having to go to
the bathroom. I was slightly buzzed. Once there I had another good look at
myself. I wasn't a drop dead gorgeous girl, but I was really pretty in a cute
way. I stepped on the scale in Jim's bathroom noticing for the first time I
was wearing sandles with a slight heel. I was stunned to see I only weighed
108 pounds. I had lost over 100 pounds since this morning. I then lifted up
my shirt to have a look at my breasts. I was now wearing a lacy white bra
and I saw my breasts for the first time. Not too huge, but very nice. I then
pulled down my panties and started to pee. I was examining my new vagina
when Jim yelled, "Are you ready to go?" I quickly finished up straightened
my clothes and we soon off to the bar.
We were hanging out at the bar and I was drinking in all the new
sensations. The bartender called me honey, guys were checking me out and
my sense of smell seemed more acute. I felt a little vulnerable, especially
wearing this short skirt. I was very glad Jim was here with me and it
appeared we were together. It would be very strange to be hit on by a guy.
Then the strangest thing happened Janine walked in with another guy. Janine
was looking good. She was 5'9" blond, blue eyed and kept herself in great
shape. She was 35 a little older than me, but she looked closer to 30. She
saw us sitting there She tried to turn away, but her boyfriend sort of led her
over to us.
I was a bit intimidated by her, both by her size and by what she
might say. Our relationship ended amicably, but this was the first time I had
seen her since our breakup. Now here she was towering over me.
"Michelle, Jim this is my friend Carl," Janine said. "I didn't want to
come over, but Carl thought we should make up. I'm sorry for being such a
bitch, we shouldn't let a 4-year friendship go to pot," she said glancing at the
floor. "Do you forgive me?" she asked.
Well I guess that answers Jim's question about us still being lovers.
"Sure I forgive you," I managed to squeak out.
She then opened her arms for a hug. I went in and received a large
hug.
I felt so tiny wrapped in her arms.
"Do you mind if we join you, You weren't spending some sort of
romantic evening out were you?" Janine asked and then turned to Carl, "Jim
and Michelle have been dating off and on for 6 years and they still aren't
married."
Jim and I were both a little stunned, Dating? Us? I managed to
recover a little quicker, "Sure it's ok with me," I said and decided to have a
little fun, "is it allright with you honey," I said to Jim.
He gave me a dirty look and then said, "sure It's fine with me Cutey."
We drank and talked with Carl and Janine all night learning just how
encompassing the changes were. Mostly it seemed things were the same, I
was still a computer repairman, James was still thought of as weird. We
went to the same high school, though I was several years behind. Most big
things hadn't changed, but the details were all muddled. All in all it was one
of the most interesting evenings I've had in a long time.
The drive home was very quiet, bot Jim and I were lost in thought.
Jim summed it all up as we were pulling into his driveway.
"Wow," he said.
"That about sums it up," I added.
Jim and I made plans to meet back at his house in the morning. Then
I drove myself home. I checked my license just to be sure home was still
home, then I began my drive. The house looked the same from the outside,
but when I entered things were different. Mostly little things, like the picture
of my family and I at Christmas. The place was still decorated the same. I
went straight to my bedroom and found some bigger changes. All my clothes
had been replaced and my main bathroom had many different gels and
shampoos I didn't recognize. I was really tired so I decided to go to bed. I
stripped out of my clothes, having a little trouble disengaging myself from the
bra and then looked for some pj's. I had some plain pink ones as well as
some slinkier negligee's. I was feeling a little horny so I decided for a sexy
silk camisole. It felt so silky and smooth on my hairless skin. Soon I was
exploring the pleasures of this female body. It was great. It was a lot like
masturbating in my male body and at the same time totally alien. I don't
really know how to describe it, but it was almost good enough to make me
want to stay a woman.
The next day after a hell of a time getting ready, trying to dry my hair,
fasten my bra, pick out clothes, it was all so strange. After an hour and a half
I managed to get myself out of the house looking halfway normal. I made
my way over to Jim's. On the way I stopped for bagels and was astounded
that the bagel guy asked me out. As a guy people didn't just approach me
like that and I had no idea it happened to woman. When I finally made it to
Jim's. He just looked me up and down.
"I would be a lucky man if we were really dating. You're beautiful
Michelle," Jim said.
I blushed a little, embarrassed by his comment, but I wanted to move
on to business.
"Can you change me back to myself before I pick a new form? I want
to make arrangements to have to whole week off."
"Yeah it's no problem. While you are walking around transformed
it's like you have a spell on you. The strings of magic are connected to you.
It's those strings that alter other people's perception of who you and changes
your stuff when you touch it for the first minute after the spell. All I have to
do is remove the magic strings and you revert to normal. So it's not really a
transformation, but your body still needs 24 hours to recover. The other
thing is if you remain transformed for too long. I've noticed in my
experiments that after a month in a new form the magic strings fall off and
that is now your default form. But, I don't have to change you back,
everyone recognizes you as Michelle." he explained.
"So if I stayed Michelle for a month you would have to transform me
back to Michael?" I asked.
"Yeah. But it wouldn't exactly be the same old you. It's almost
impossible to recreate an exact form. I could make you look somewhat like
the old Michael and everyone would now you as Michael, but there would be
changes. That's why I can't change you into a exact copy of a celebrity."
"Can I use your phone," I asked. So I called up my employees and
clients and made arrangements to have the week off. I felt I was being treated
differently on the phone, like I was getting less respect. But, now I was
ready for a week of new forms.
"Are you ready for an animal form," Jim asked.
. . . To be continued.
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