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This story is intended for the entertainment of adults only. Copyright (C) 1999 by Maryann. All rights reserved. Permission Is hereby granted for non-commercial use of this complete and unaltered text. Electronic storage of unaltered copies for personal use is also permitted. Any other use of this text is a violation of copyright. No hardcopies may be made without written permission from the author. Altered Fates- The girl with the Rose Colored Tattoo. By: Maryann Richard Doherty considered himself very lucky while staring into the innocent eyes of this young lady. All his male friends had fallen into various vices that were dragging their lives into the gutter. They could never explore the delicious beauty of a young woman. Yet here he was, a balding, beer bellied 38year old male interviewing the sweet alluring mystery of an 18-year-old female. His job was to compile her obvious physical traits and act as her agent for the local advertising community here in Atlanta, Georgia. He usually specialized in antique props and costumes necessary for doing realistic commercials for the fledging movie industry in this booming North Georgia City. This female beauty had answered his advertisement and entered his run down office like a ray of sunshine. She exuded natural good looks in her trashy outfit. She was even wearing the outdated fashion of ripped hosiery. As Richard gazed at her shapely knees, he knew in an instant that the most marketable part of her body was her legs. She had smooth feminine legs that were tight like a dancer but attractive like a model. And that would be how he would advertise her. Richard specialized in casting "Body Models" to the local movie industry. He filled the need for high paid actresses that did not have the 'whole package'. It was very common to use fill-in paid body models to create the impression that you were seeing the 'perfect woman'. He knew he had a winner in this client. That was until she opened her mouth. "Like, Uh, Whatever!" she replied in her high nasal voice after I asked her if she would mind providing some portfolio shots? I hadn't seen much action since I had been divorced two years ago. My slut of an ex-wife had run off with my partner and I had not heard from either of them since then. I would occasionally get a come-on from some of the women that were down on their luck. Usually, they would be looking for a 'donation' after a quick blowjob. I had toyed with the idea of putting a move on this woman in front of me but changed my mind as soon as I heard her voice. It triggered some unconscious irritating memory of a long lost aunt living in California. This aunt really got on my nerves as a kid. I just sighed to myself and thought that 'little Rick' would have to wait for another day. "I must be getting senile when I actually allowed my brain to overrule the rest of my body." I regretfully thought. I finished the interview and scheduled her for some local work. She was grateful and even gave me a hug as she left. I knew that my day of inventorying period clothes would be very boring after this episode. One of my old buddies had called this morning and requested some 30's style corsets and lingerie. He was filming a porno movie and wanted the flashback scene to be fairly realistic. I had always found the right props for him in the past and he always paid cash. He was grateful and I got to eat. The only problem this time was that I did not have what he needed. I placed telephone calls to some of my auctioneers and reclaimed salvage operators. The second call hit the jackpot! One of my sources had purchased a very old trunk from an airline company. The trunk had been separated from its owner and had not been reclaimed for over a year. They normally would have donated the clothing to charity but because the articles were of a naughty nature, they auctioned it off. The contents were hundreds of pairs of corsets, bustiers, nylons, silks and various female garments. The authenticity of manufacturer tags showed dates ranging from the 20's through the 60's. I had to have this trunk! I told the auctioneer to secure the trunk at the highest bid and deliver it tomorrow. He agreed. It was everything that he said it would be. Well preserved and lacy was my description. I had to laugh as I imagined a woman strapped into a tight corset and trying to bend over to attach her garter belt to her pretty stockings. It must have been grueling! The interior of the trunk had a pungent smell of mothballs. I immediately noticed the ornate carvings cut in rich mahogany wood. Some of the seams lining the interior were starting to fray from age. The trunk was a treasure trove of feminine 'unmentionables'. It looked like a collector's dream. I fantasized what type of woman would collect these undergarments and forget to pick them up at baggage claim? I was examining a fascinating blue'Baby Doll' combo with a built- in slit through the crotch and noticed a fine silk handkerchief protruding from a secret hiding place behind the exquisite lining. I gently pried apart the loose stitching and reached behind to feel what felt like a photograph wrapped in an elegant white lacy scarf. I momentarily felt a metallic touch and surmised that it was just a metal rivet that had come loose. I pulled the scarf and picture out for examination. I quickly dropped them because something was happening! I looked at my hand. It had changed. It was definitely a woman's hand. I kept comparing both hands for my sanity! I had touched something that forced a magical change in my hand. I reached behind the lining and pulled out an antique looking necklace. It was so plain looking that it could have come from one of my costume jewelry outfitters. There was smudge and dirt covering the details of the medallion. I picked up the scarf and started to rub the medallion for better visualization. I was so amazed by the next changes that I gripped the scarf and medallion in fear. Suddenly, I felt a strange and bizarre tingling sensation pulsate from my fingertips. The description was an 'itching, nerve pin-prick' feeling transversing rapidly from up hands to my upper torso. I was shocked and amazed to suddenly see my other hand ripple and visually blur. My normal cigar stained fingers had morphed into two beautifully manicured female hands. They were much smaller and dainty. My arms were starting to change also. My normal black arm hairs had changed into wonderful blonde fuzz. The musculature was changing from my well-defined biceps to a slender feminine forearm. I could even feel the crunching feeling of my shoulder skeletal anatomy changing to a smaller female version. The feeling had reached my chest and I held my breath as I figured what would happen next. As I held my breath, it put pressure on my diaphragm and I had the strange sensation of blowing out my bosom. I now had two enlarged nipples and two vestigial breasts. Taking another breath forced the underdeveloped breasts to swell into mature and magnificent conical specimens. By now, I was breathless and did not notice the hair-tickling feeling on the back of my neck. I reached up and grabbed a lock of natural curly fair female hair falling now well over my long graceful shoulders. I shook my head and my vision was blinded by a swirl of blonde curls. My normal beer belly that I had worked so hard for had disappeared into a shapely wasp shaped waist. It was so small that if I had my former male hands, they would have been able to circumnavigate my whole tummy! While small in my stomach area, the skin flared into full girlish hips and a perfect round tush. The tingling crept down to my legs and converted my stubby male legs into feminine wonders. Both of my legs blurred before my eyes and became longer in proportion to my body. Overall, I had lost about four inches in height. My former male clothes were hanging on me like a giant's suit. I let go a scream as I felt the last vestige of my male identity slowly pulled up into my groin as it reappeared as a delicate woman's vagina. I was now a woman! I felt faint as realization descended upon my senses. Somehow there was magic in this old trunk and it had dispensed its medicine to me! I was in shock looking at my new female body. Looking down at my girlish feet with their perfect pedicured toenails, I saw the photograph that started the whole process. Picking up the photo with trepidation, I gasped as I realized the gorgeous woman portrayed in the picture was my new body! It was a picture at the beach. It looked to be Florida in origin. I recognized Biscayne Boulevard in the background. It was the new me outfitted in a very tiny French black bikini. Her breasts or should I now say, my breasts were overflowing the tiny confines of the spaghetti straps. What really made me take an audible gulp was the suggestive way the tan and muscular man was holding onto my body in a very significant manner. This body certainly had a history somewhere. They were both smiling at each other in a surreal way. I turned the photograph over and searched for some clue about identification. There was nothing to be found. The same went for the trunk. Just clothes and silky garments. My hands started to tremble with the thought of a body switch. How could this happen to me? I never believed in magic. No one would believe that it was Richard Doherty in this curvaceous body. I took off my former male clothes that seemed to be swimming on this small frame. I wanted to examine first hand how I had changed. I went to the bathroom and looked closely at my face. It was angelic in appearance with full lush lips and high cheekbones. Perfect complexion and big doe-shaped eyes. I blinked a couple of times to realize the fact that I now possessed long and natural black eyelashes. They accented my wonderful new female eyes and created a sexy exotic look. My new body was indeed female to the very finest detail. The skin still hurt to pinch. I almost believed that it was not my real skin, but it was. Everything still felt the same. It was strange to feel the sensation of extra epidermis and fatty tissue in some places and the definite absence in others! I felt much lighter and limber. I could now easily touch both palms of my hands to the floor without straining. That was a feat long lost in my former male childhood as I started to beef up. As I was discovering my new body, I became aware of a discoloration on the instep of my right foot. I put the toilet lid down and pulled my delicate foot up as I sat down for inspection. It was a tattoo! It was in the Outline of a small pink rose with the inscription, "With love, to my Teddy!" This really shocked me to think that I now possessed someone else's body, and that it was of the opposite sex, and to top it off- it was dedicated to the love of a stranger called 'Teddy'! I could only imagine what kind of woman would brand herself for another? Who was this Teddy? Why me? The rest of the day was spent trying to figure out what to do. I tried for hours trying to touch the medallion to clothes to see what effect it might have. I finally gave up in despair. I appeared that the magic worked only once. I gently placed the medallion back into its hidden pocket. I called my auctioneer and described myself as temporary help. "Since when is Richard doing well enough to hire staff? The auctioneer sneered and laughed. I explained that I was just hired for the day and could he help explain where the trunk came from? He told me my accent had a bit of French emphasis to it and it sounded nice. "What accent?" I thought to myself. I sounded completely normal except for the higher female octaves. There was a nagging persistence of some kind of memory trying to push through. "That old trunk had been sitting in storage for over a year. Its identification tag was ripped off and it ended up at the Atlanta airport. It was not proven, but the rumor was that it belonged to someone in South Florida. I figured that Richard would like the contents." He said in a hurried humorous tone. I was now puzzled. My auctioneer did not give a clue about any magic or mystical value to this trunk. I knew he would have wanted much more money if he could pass if off as 'haunted'. I was determined to find the answer to my predicament! I closed up shop and grabbed up as much female clothes that I could carry. I would need them! Getting up the next morning proved that I had not been having a dream. I still looked beautiful as only a gorgeous woman blessed with a special body could. I could not fit into any of my male clothes and was thankful to pull up a nice fitting pair of panties. It was even more bizarre to put on a pair of shorts that did not have a zipper in the front. The T-shirt only served to express the sheer magnitude of my breasts rolling around as if they were alive. The simple friction of the cotton material would excite my 'nips' into pencil points of sheer pleasure. I took the T-shirt off and tried to figure out how in the world to put on my first bra. I remembered seeing in a movie about how the woman attaches the catch from the front, then reverses the bra so she can put her arms through the straps. Yep, it worked. I knew that I would have to operate in this world as a woman and was determined not to let it get me down. Make up was another thing! I felt like a rodeo clown preparing for the onslaught of the bulls. I just could not get it right! I wiped it all off and tried again. A light coating of lipstick and a quick accent to my already beautiful eyes seemed to do the trick! I had a fair amount of money in the bank but it was in my male name. "Name?" I thought. I do not even know my name! A hundred of female names came to my thoughts. I decided that I looked like a former high school homecoming queen. Her name was Jenna. I would be Jenna! I went to the bank with a check made out to Jenna Doherty. I wanted to establish an account to make getting the picture ID's a little easier to obtain. They had me fill out the request and it was routine. That was, until they asked me to give a fingerprint for a new technology used to prevent forgeries. I started to panic but kept my cool. The bank manager came back a few minutes later and said he had a small problem after submitting the fingerprint to the computer database. The fingerprint came back, as saying the person was a Miss Juliet Pierre. And that this individual was killed in a plane crash in the Florida Everglades over a year ago. The palms of my hands started sweating. "Don't worry." He said in a consoling manner as he noticed my anxiety. "This new fingerprint technology has a few bugs in the development and I can override the database set. I'm sure the computer just missed a swirl pattern." It was done. I now had a bank account in my new name. I could not stop thinking about who Juliet Pierre was? And what about her life in South Florida? I got my new life in order and boarded a plane to Miami. I would be taking this strange trunk with me help me find my old body. The trip to the airport was fraught with unexpected experiences. I would catch males in the airport glancing at me once, twice and even from the corner of their eyes. It creeped me out to no end. The weirdest feeling was from a pre-pubescent boy staring at me in wide- eyed wonder as his Dad tried not to look at me also. It was then that I discovered a sense of power. I knew they were looking because I had performed the casual "I am not looking at you, but if you give me a sign, I will jump in bed with you instantly!" look long ago. But that was a different life. I shelved the experience in my memory and figured it was the normal day in the life of a woman. I must admit that I was far from the 'helpless female' but enjoyed a certain reverie from all the doors opening for me. The courteous greetings were a salve for a wounded spirit. It has been said that a beautiful woman can get whatever she wants or requires. I had been placed in that position against my will, but would try to enjoy the perks of the job! The plane trip was uneventful except for the poor college student seated next to me. I was too busy studying maps of Miami to notice that he was very uncomfortable around me. He had an obvious boner and kept trying to hide it. I was curious. My former outward appearance rarely had an affect on anyone except to demand money from me. I wasn't paying attention and all the focus was on me! Merciful for him, the trip was short and he shyly looked at me with a thankful look before leaving the plane. Being an unwilling temptress was not exactly a position that I was used to. I was alone in a big city. I only had so much cash and booked into a moderate Hotel near the Ocean. If you were on the top floor and looked hard, you could see the water. Rip off, but I was thankful for a nice soft bed. My goal was to search every tattoo parlor within a five-mile radius of the coordinates of the picture. It was easy enough to find the exact spot on the sand since the background reeked of Miami South Beach. My second day of detective work revealed a clue for me. I was really enjoying the salty afternoon air and watching the weird assortment of almost naked women and men begin their lustful promenade. You have to be on a South Florida beach at sunset to feel the imperceptible low unconscious beat of the music. The swaying coconut palm trees extended a hypnotic vision of a tropical paradise. I had picked a comfortable pair of beach sandals to do my trek. I had very little luck in most of the tattoo parlors so far. They all wanted to put their mark on my female skin. I heard every come-on that existed. My feet were hurting and I was massaging them while sitting on a bench near the boardwalk. A longhaired young man approached me in a friendly way. "Nice evening!" he said in a cavalier manner. The smell of marijuana was strong. I trusted no one at this point and wondered where this was going. He looked down at my right foot and remarked, "Oh, I see you have been to Big-Huey's place. He has a specialty for finding the right spot to state a message!" He was staring at my rose colored tattoo! I felt very embarrassed, but wanted to learn more. "Could you tell me exactly where Big-Hueys's place might be?" I said, trying to be neutral as possible. "Well, Big Duh!" he said between a short cough. "You must be blind because you are right in front of Big-Hueys!" I had not been paying attention in my search and parked on a bench right in front of a new tattoo parlor. This was the one! I excused myself and wandered into the store. A very drunk, very good-looking woman was shouting about how much pain she was in. A trio of young women my age were laughing about the new tiny flower tattoos that they had just received at the bottom of their neck line. It was positioned exactly where a bathing suit strap might be placed if they wanted to hide it on the beach. It was evident that I was the most beautiful woman in the store and all eyes turned to me again. Big Huey was the store manager. He truly was huge. He might have been pushing over 300 pounds. He had long hair tied into a ponytail and was humming while applying his needle artwork to the tipsy young lady. He spotted me and paused. He then winked at me and said to wait until he finished. "Don't like to talk while being an artist" he grunted. Soon the artwork was finished and the girls all giggled as they exited the door. "Been a long time!" he said with some welcome recognition. "I figured you and your boyfriend had moved away?" "Oh my God!" I thought. "He knows something about me! "I was in a terrible accident and I am suffering from amnesia." I coolly lied into his face. "I would appreciate any help you can give me about my identity?" Big Huey squinted at me for a few seconds trying to determine what angle he was being played for. He asked me to sit down and take off my shoe. I complied. "Yep, that's my work alright! You said you wanted to surprise your boyfriend while you were naked in bed." He exclaimed in too much graphic detail. "Would you happen to still have the receipt?" I asked expectantly. "Nah", he said. "That was over a year ago. I don't like keeping paper that long. But you might find something in that box of pictures in the corner. I always take pictures of 'special' cases." The box of pictures contained some of the most intriguing looking artwork placed on more body parts than I wanted to see. I suddenly recognized the rose tattoo pictured on my foot! A spooky cold chill went over my small body as I realized that I was looking at a photo of my shapely ankle that had been Possessed by the former owner. I held my breath as I turned the photo over to reveal a note- 'Rose tattoo- right instep, Juliet Pierre for her boyfriend- Dr. Collins'. I had it! I was getting closer to solving this puzzle. I would soon have my male body back. I just had to find a certain 'Teddy Collins, M.D.'? I wondered if he practiced the voodoo arts? I was as easy as finding the first phone book and looking under his name. Sure enough, Dr. Collins was a plastic surgeon here in Miami and by the look of the yellow page advertisement, he catered to high class people looking to rework their bodies. I had to laugh because of the rework my body had gone through! I was tired and decided to find the clinic tomorrow. They say hindsight is 20/20 vision. In retrospect I should have planned my entrance a little more carefully. I did not think with enough analysis about the ramifications of the previous relationship. I had no idea what would happen when I walked into his office. The office was located in a high rise overlooking Biscayne Bay. The view was breathtaking. The decorations were very stylish. The office reeked of money. A couple of well-dressed Cuban men kept smiling at me in the lobby. I opted to wear a simple colorful sundress. As much as I wanted to wear jeans and a T-shirt, I felt that it would inappropriate. The dress was very flimsy and the cold air conditioning was making my nipples harden and protrude through the low cut dress. I wanted to keep my sunglasses on for some reason until the very last moment. I suddenly became aware that my life had changed too much in a short period of time. I was more different than I ever could imagine. Why did this have to happen to me? I took a deep breath and ambled into the waiting room. I walked up to the receptionist and she asked, "Could I help you?" I took my sunglasses off and said "May I talk to Dr. Collins?" The entire office paused. I heard a gasp in the background as someone was saying "Its Her! She's alive!" The receptionist's desk was starting to fill up with bug eyed people with their mouths wide open. I felt like I was suddenly under a microscope! A tall beautiful woman about my age came out from one of the adjacent offices. This woman had one of the most perfect female faces that I had ever seen. Her face was framed with brunette hair, accenting every wonderful trait. It was as if you were gazing upon an angel. She carried herself with authority and simply said "Juliet, we have missed you very much. Please make yourself at home!" I could not help but notice a slight cruel smile as she said that! I accepted a diet coke and learned that the office manager was called Torri Jackson. She could not stop staring at me and continued to question me like a lawyer. "Juliet, you cannot estimate the shock that your appearance is causing. Where have you been?" she asked with cat eyed curiosity. I went on to explain that during that fateful day I had missed my plane and had a car crash. (Hoping to substantiate the amnesia theory.) I explained that I ended up in Atlanta and had recently developed a slight memory reversal in order to find my way back to Miami. Torri only smiled and kept nodding her head. I learned that my scheduled plane had been destined to arrive in Miami. The plane crashed into the Everglades and many bodies were never recovered. It was assumed that I had died and been consumed by alligators. I looked at her in horror to realize that the real Juliet had indeed perished. By some freak of fate, the trunk had missed the plane and landed in my office. It still did not explain my mysterious transformation into this lovely female replica. She went on to say that I had been engaged to Dr. Theodore Collins. He went into mourning for a year and only a short while ago began to comfort himself with female companionship. Torri was very consoling and I felt as if she could be my best friend. She told me to wait in the lounge for awhile. She wanted to tell Dr. Collins the good news. I felt very uncomfortable waiting by myself in the back lounge. Office people kept walking by and glancing in my direction with awe. I had not learned a clue about why I had been turned into a woman. I was about to slip out the door quietly when I saw Theodore Collins M.D. through the slit in the half-closed door. It must have been my insertion into this womanly frame, but normally I don't judge men by their looks. But this man created a weakness in my knees. I swore it must be some remnant memory of this body. He was tall with wide shoulders. He had slight graying temples in a mature fashionable way. His white lab coat portrayed a professional appearance. Brilliant white teeth flashed with a dazzling smile. He had large hands with long fingers. The fingers were those of a surgeon. I wonder how many bodies he sculptured with those talented fingers? I could see him smile and kiss Torri hello in a more than friendly manner. She snuggled close to him and whispered something in his ear. His face suddenly became pale in color as all the blood drained from reacting on her comments. She was pointing to my direction. He turned in slow motion and walked slowly towards my room. I was wishing that I had not created this situation. I wanted to be anywhere except here. The door opened and his eyes became wide with the evident shock of seeing me. I demurely stood up and straightened my dress and brushed a lock of hair out of my face. "Sweet Mother of God! It's you! You are alive!" he said in a strong voice. Before I could utter a sentence, he swept me into his huge arms and hugged me so hard that I was unable to speak. I could smell a faint familiar smell of cologne and a fresh musky fragrance in his hair. My full breasts were smashed into his lab coat and I could feel my feet dangling off the floor by his embrace. He put me down and looked me eye to eye. I felt very embarrassed and wondered if he could see through my masquerade? His eyes were tearing up from emotion and I could do nothing except avoid his glance. "Juliet, I have dreamed about you and prayed that I could touch you, kiss you and be with you again!" he said in a very emotionally charged tone. I could say nothing. I noticed that Torri had entered the room and was watching us closely. "Juliet, please tell me what happened? How have you come back from the dead?" he implored. I finally steeled up my courage and said the simple words, "I don't remember!" Torri mercifully interrupted and said " Theodore, she was in a terrible accident, missed her plane and lost her memory. She has complete amnesia. I checked!" "Don't worry!" he said as he tenderly grabbed my hand. "I will make you love me again!" I was completely taken aback by his statement. I had not come looking for love. I only wanted some answers! I felt as if I was getting caught up on some intrigue beyond my control. "Where are you staying?" he said. "You must stay at my beach house. I still have your old room ready. I have not changed a thing." Before I could answer, he was at the front desk canceling all his patients and asking the staff to take the day off. They cheerfully complied. I was whisked out of the office by 'Teddy' and noticed that Torri was not invited to go with us. She painted a funny look on her face and excused herself. I guess I was a little selfish. I wanted to decline the temptation after seeing his magnificent beach house. But after drinking a Rum Punch and enjoying the Florida sun by the pool, I accepted his invitation for just a little longer. "It can't hurt." I thought to myself. "Besides, I am almost out of money!" My room was perfect! I could feel the harmony of colors and the rich selection of fabrics. My new eyes were in wonder about all the feminine clothes that fit me so perfectly. Everything was as I imagined a wealthy young woman would like. The days turned into weeks. Teddy had a fresh set of flowers at my door every day. He constantly called and asked about my well being. He would join me for dinner and meals as much as I allowed. He respected my privacy and my inner torment. He was the most sincere kind individual that I had ever met. He was in anguish about my unreturned advances. I just said that I wanted to go slow on the romance bit. He just nodded and smiled that smile! His favorite pastime was just watching me as I lay by the pool. I was fond of the tiniest bikinis I could find. I was even losing my inhibition about sunbathing naked in his presence. It was killing him to have me so close and yet unattainable. I was not ready for any sex at this time. I found many papers written by my former Juliet self. She was very organized and wrote everything down. One day I found reference to go out to the Business Supply store to replace her current Diary that was filled up. I became very excited to think that a diary existed. It would explain everything! Constant searching turned up nothing. I had been in this wonderful house for almost a month and enjoyed the company of Theodore Collins. He had really been deeply in love with the former Juliet persona. I felt I could never match that strong personality but was becoming strangely like her the more I stayed near him. He constantly gave me more money than I could use. "Go shopping! Have fun!" he said. He even let me have exclusive use of his expensive Mercedes convertible. Not a week would go by without an expensive present arriving at my door. I was overwhelmed. No one in my entire life had ever cared as much about me. It was by my favorite place at the pool when I heard the phone ring. It was Teddy. He said that he had a big surprise for me. He asked if I could meet him tonight. He was going to be late and would be happy if I would have dinner with him at the nearby luxury oceanfront hotel. I agreed. It might be interesting. For some reason, I selected the most revealing black dress I could find. It looked absolutely fabulous on me. I wanted black silk stockings and the highest heels I could find. After spending a lot of time on my make up and on my hair, I gasped at the ravishing blonde beauty staring back at me in the mirror. He met me at the appointed time and his jaw actually dropped in admiration when he saw me. I secretly glowed. Dinner was extraordinary. He was strangely silent and let me do most of the talking. He just smiled when I ordered another glass of wine. He knew that I could not hold my liquor. I grabbed his arm for support when we departed the restaurant. I was feeling Very light headed. I didn't even realize that he had punched the wrong button on the elevator. We were on the penthouse restaurant floor and I figured we were getting off on the ground floor. I giggled and said "Silly, this is not the right floor!" "Oh but it is. And it is the right time." He replied. He suddenly pulled out a Hotel key and looked deep into my eyes. I silently grinned. That was the signal he needed to seduce me into his hotel room. I could tell he planned this! He was gallant and actually picked me up in his arms before crossing the threshold. I was losing all restraints. Matter of fact, I was getting very moist between my legs. "One last sip of wine to celebrate our passion!" he said with a cute smile. The last thing that I needed or wanted was more alcohol, but I complied. I took two big gulps and gave him my best 'come hither' look. I found myself kissing him deeply and he returning the favor. Our lips were locked as we struggled to remove our clothes while heading for the king size bed. "Wait!" he said. "I want to unwrap you slowly like a fine present!" His strong manly words were really turning me on! His slow delicate action of removing my dress, panties and shoes was creating a lustful need in my groin. I was naked except for my black stockings. I slowly rubbed my hard nipples gently along his back. Feeling his hard muscles made me wild with desire. I reached around and gently stroked his hard cock. It was standing at attention and jerked in spasmodic need as I caressed the hard veins with only my fingernails. He turned me around and threw me on my back. He grasped my legs in a hard manner and started to inexpertly thrust his hard cock between my legs. "Whoa partner!" I said. "Go easy. We have all night long!" "No! I want you now!" he loudly stated in a very uncharacteristic tone. He was starting to create a bruise on my thighs from gripping too hard. I was beginning to feel very woozy. My vision was becoming blurry and I felt myself falling asleep. His thrusting was insistent as I could actually feel his cockhead pound against my cervix. The last thing I remember was, "No,No, I mustn't fall asleep now!" The return to consciousness was very abrupt. It was exactly like coming out of forced anesthesia. My mouth felt dry and metallic. Worse than that, some of my teeth were missing! I used my tongue to confirm the fact that something was very wrong. I opened my eyes and saw black stringy hair cloud my vision. They were clumped together in dirty long tangles. Instantly I knew that by body was not the same. I was on the same bed and still female. My new frame was of a young Hispanic woman of the age of eighteen. Her skin was an attractive mocha color. I grimaced to find tiny scars on my forearm that looked suspiciously like the tracks left by an intravenous drug user. I was getting very scared when I actually saw a real syringe on the dresser. I could also feel an uncomfortable cold wet ooze seeping from my new vagina. It was disgusting. I stood up and almost collapsed from the lack of weight. My new body was extremely skinny with tiny mosquito bites for breasts. I looked into the dresser mirror and was shocked. I was now a young Latin woman that looked as if she had lived like a street urchin! What happened to me? Where was Teddy? At that moment, Teddy probably heard me moving around and opened the door. He was in good spirits and was taking glee in my misfortune. "How do you like your new look?" he said in a Machiavellian voice. "What have you done to me?" I pleaded. "Sit down, let me tell you the facts. Please believe me that I have planned this for a long time and you are powerless to fight me!" I collapsed into a dirty heap on the floor and looked up at him. "Look closely at me! Do you see anyone you know lurking behind these handsome male eyes?" I did not know what he was leading to, but just stared in fascination. "Ah, you don't have a clue! Do you? Let me go on." He said. "I am really Torri inside this body of Dr. Collins!" I almost screamed to think out the tale I was about to hear. "I was Dr. Collins most trusted friend. I admired him and guided him through many failed romances. He could not see the forest for the trees. I loved him and did not want to interfere for fear he did not want me. You suddenly showed up on your alleged 'vacation' and stole his heart from me. You were pure of heart like him and he gravitated to you like a magnet. I only looked on with heartbreak. Your plane crash almost killed him. It was my chance to try to win him back for good. I was always there for him and consoled him through his grief. He drank too much liquor one night and begged me to stay in your room overnight. I didn't want to, but agreed. It was there that I found your 'Diary'. It explained everything in detail. I discovered that you really were a Plain-Jane farm girl from the Midwest. You found the trunk and medallion stored in the attic. One of your uncles fought in the First World War in France. He had a penchant for girdles and bras. Actually collected them from the dancers at the 'Moulin-Rouge'. That was the first and true 'Juliet Pierre'. She was a wild and beautiful courtesan. You found the medallion and the instructions. YOU became Juliet and traveled to Florida for a short vacation. Somehow my Theodore found you and cast me aside. I shouldn't have felt that way, but I saw new hope for us when your death was announced. I knew the truth about you and the medallion but thought that it was lost forever. They never recovered it from the crash site. Your reappearance came at the worst possible moment. He was about to announce our engagement. He completely forgot about me when you came back. Damn you! Why did you come back? I questioned you thoroughly and determined that you had forgotten about the importance of the medallion. It will transform anyone if they hold the necklace and a piece of clothing to it at the same time. The person is transformed into the individual last wearing it. It takes twelve hours before it can be used again. And it will not work with a woman on her period or a woman pregnant. I saw my opportunity." Torri paused. All of a sudden I inwardly gasped at the thought of the solution being right in front of me the whole time. I had given up too soon! She went on to say, "I plotted and schemed for this moment. I cursed you for your reluctance to bed together. You were delaying my plan. I decided to seduce you in his persona. Your new body is from the county detention center. You are a very bad girl for shop lifting and prostitution. You have a history of drug use and have no redeeming qualities to society. Your name is now Juanita Gonzalez. I contacted her in the prison and she jumped at the chance to transform into another woman for a new life. I used one of the lingerie pieces to magically convert her into a beautiful dancer. Did it right in the visitation room. They still cannot figure how you escaped. I am sorry to tell you about the nasty part. Being in the medical profession it was easy to steal some very special drugs. Your last glass of wine was laced with 'VerSed'. It is used as a powerful hypnotic amnesiac anesthesia agent during surgical operations. It has the wonderful ability to make the user wide-awake and completely pliable to any commands. You were very willing to be used. But you can't remember can you? I transformed you in our bed. I wanted to screw you literally and symbolically! I had arranged for the transformation of the real Juanita to occur just before her menstruation. I wanted you fertile for the next act. My second drug in the syringe is a special drug to start ovulation! You will soon be pregnant with my sperm and your new egg descending by my actions. Sperm will live 2 to 4 days before dying. Theodore's' sperm is inside of you now. It has the added effect to render harmless the medallion. It would not do to have you interfere for the next few months." "Why you conniving Bitch!" I said with new venom. "You know nothing about me and do this to me? All I have to do is scream 'Rape' and they will arrest you too!" "My sweet darling, I have that figured out too!" I have called the authorities and they should be coming to the door to arrest you momentarily! Watch me closely!" At that moment, Theodore touched my former dress and donned the medallion. I watched in fascination as he changed to my 'Juliet' shape before my very eyes. The new Juliet wasted no time changing into female clothes and disposing of evidence. I just stood in shock. All of a sudden, I heard knocking at the door, "Police, open up Now!" I heard in fear. The new Juliet opened the door and said, "Arrest her! I caught her in my apartment trying to steal some clothes!" For the first time I heard the chilling realization of a French accent from her words. The cops jumped at me before I could flee. They put handcuffs on me and unceremoniously escorted me to the waiting police cruiser. I tried to explain that I was really a man and that this woman had transformed my body. They just looked at me and laughed. "It'll be the psych ward for her when she gets back to the detention center!" one of guards stated. I spent the night confined to a plain room with my arms tied to the bedposts 'for my own protection'. I wanted to desperately wash myself from the semen that was surely fertilizing me each second. My next experience of prison was actually worse than a nightmare. I saw more disfiguring tattoos on women than anywhere in my life. The prison officials treated me in special confinement until I could be worked back to the general prison population. Because of my actions, I was considered a 'hard' case. My arrest record was very long. They feared I would be released to deal drugs on the street. My new mental work-up was confusing the officials about my release. So I stayed. My new body was in terrible condition. I wanted to throw up after every meal and I could not keep down a terrible compulsion to constantly have sex. It soon became evident about the 'pecking order' of authority. Rewards and privileges were given to women that 'satisfied' the male guards on the late shift. It would be soon before I had to make some decisions. There was a sense of 'sisterhood' and commonality among some of the prison population. I was approached many times for sex. My cravings were starting to become stronger. The beautiful curves of the female body in close quarters were confusing my brain. I couldn't remember if I wanted to be on top or bottom. I had resigned myself to my terrible fate. I would be a young unmarried mother and end up on state welfare. My life was going to be miserable after the wonderful experience of someone loving you. I promised myself that I would not allow myself to crawl in self-pity! Three weeks later I actually cried for the first time in years. I saw a television newscast about the upcoming wedding of Dr. Theodore Collins and Miss Juliet Pierre. All of Miami was aflutter with the pomp and circumstance of this special social event. Torri had crafted her vengeance with too much skill. I felt defeated. I stopped eating and felt like dying. The next day I started to feel very ill. I was starting to cramp up and feel nauseated. I knew that lack of food was probably affecting my body. They sent me to medical for a work up. After a few tests, they came back and said I was losing weight and starting my menstrual period as normal. They said my history of venereal diseases had scarred up my fallopian tubes and prevented me from ever having a baby. This was my chance! I suffered from the bloating and blood flow as every woman does. I was ill tempered and felt what PMS really was like. The best news was that the evil plot for getting me pregnant did not work! I had a chance to recover my body. I paused for a moment to think about which body I wanted to return. My period was finished and I read that the wedding would be this weekend. I had to escape! It was ridiculously easy to trade some sex for a pass to the vegetable farm that the prison maintained. I must admit that my second experience with sex as a woman was not what it was cracked up to be. I had to do all the work and pretend that I was enjoying it. The guard zipped up his trousers and said "get lost for awhile, I don't want to anyone see you with me!" And I did! I stripped out of my uniform after crawling to the nearby road. It was my good luck to have a Biker guy on a Harley motorcycle stop and inspect my naked body. He acted as if it happened every day! "Going my way?" he said. "I've got some extra leathers for travelling only if you are a very bad girl!" I accepted and headed back to Miami. He was actually a gentleman about the whole thing. He was really a computer salesman pretending to be a bad dude for the weekend! He obligingly bought me some clothes only after I promised to return the expensive leather suit. I kissed him on the cheek and said I would never forget his generosity. I used the last ten dollars he gave me for a taxi to the hotel of the wedding guests. They would not let me into the Hotel because I looked like I did not belong and I did not have the invitation. I slipped into a maid's closet and changed into the Hotel's uniform. I blended in perfectly as I pushed my cart down the corridor in search of the wedding party. I was practically invisible as a hotel maid. I could come and go anywhere. My heart skipped a beat as I spotted Teddy. He was not my target at the moment. He was laughing at the bar with some of his cronies. They were all complimenting him on 'the catch of the century'. I cringed when I heard that. I must hurry. It was as easy as waiting around in the lobby pretending to do some dusting and cleaning. I finally saw one of the bridesmaids come down on an errand. I followed her back to suite. I peeked into the door and choked on the vision that I saw. A multitude of friends and servants were working on 'Juliet'. They were in the process of fixing her dress, applying final makeup and doing minor adjustments to the flowers. She looked radiant! But I noticed she was still imperiously ordering around people in a careless style. "Couldn't they figure out that she wasn't me?" I thought without an ounce of logic. I heard her say "If I don't get this dress off and pee right now, I am going to burst!" Everyone laughed as she quickly removed the wedding dress and made a quick exit to her private suite. I gasped as I realized that she had been doing some 'body sculpting'. Her breasts were much larger in relation to her tiny waist. She had been doing some subtle exaggerations of the already perfect figure. I timed her exit and entered the room pretending to pick up dirty drink glasses and cleaning ashtrays. No one looked twice at me. I was just the maid. I worked my way to her door and looked around to make sure no one was looking at me. My heart was racing! I felt so inferior in my maid's uniform and was starting to slip into the wrong attitude. I slithered silently into her room. She had finished her bathroom duties and I could hear her talking to herself. She was holding the medallion and saying "thank you for your power! You have given me the ability to crush those that 'get in my way' and to give back what was rightfully mine." I almost saw her giving a prayer as if it was some type of shrine? It was just a necklace! Check that! Magical necklace! I patiently waited until she was finished, but it seemed like that was an eternity because of all the primping she was doing in the mirror. She literally bumped into me as I was barring the way out of the room. I never saw such a surprised look on anyone's face. "It's You?" She said in disbelief. "Yes, it's me." I said. "Someone that you never took the time to get to know. Someone that never had an intention of hurting anyone! Someone that just wanted some answers." I noticed that she was gripping the medallion very hard with white knuckled determination. "You can't possibly believe that I am going to let you get your life back?" she stated in arrogance. "You just won't be able to waltz back into his life and think everything will be o.k.? Do you?" I sighed. This was becoming an awful scene. I only wanted her apology and the clear path back to a sane life. I was very naive. Just then, I noticed she was working her way to her purse. What was on her mind? She was babbling about 'her new life' and how 'I wasn't going to get another chance'. All the while she craftily moved to her purse before I could get to her. Amazingly, she pulled a simple little leather collar out of the purse. As soon as she grabbed that item, I felt a sense of dread. Her tone changed to victory as she said, "Ah Juanita, I underestimated your will. Never did I think I would see you again. You see, I trust no one! I secured this animal collar from a friend of mine that has the most adorable Persian Cat! You will make a perfect 'Pussy'! I'll be able to stroke you all day long and you won't be able to do anything except 'purr'!" She started towards me with the medallion in one hand and the leather collar in the other. I carefully gauged the situation. I had gone through two body changes without my permission, but I was Damned if I would allow another! It would be fight! My skinny female body had the advantage of speed and agility. I knew that I could move quicker than she could on the first move. It would have to be perfect. Of all the memories that I had, I pulled out my famous 'chop block' from my high school football days. Torri was so surprised by my actions that she lost both items from her hands as she fell to the carpet. I was trying to get by breath because I had the wind knocked out of me because of my slight build. I watched in surrealistic slow motion as the medallion and leather collar flew into the air and descended to the floor. Torri was also watching intently and we both reached for the medallion at the same time. We grabbed it together and rolled on the floor trying to wretch it from the other's death grasp. The medallion had made contact with both of us at the same time. We were too busy trying to save our lives to notice the change of form into each other's body. It was complete very quickly this time. I could feel the press of larger full breasts and noticed the familiar wild blonde hair getting into my vision. She had changed into the 'Juanita' figure to the complete detail. She looked funny in her half-slip and me in the maid's clothes. I couldn't believe that she was still struggling so hard for the medallion. We fought hard and ended up by the open window. She suddenly let go of the medallion and unexpectedly punched me in the stomach. I doubled over instantly. But at the same time, I lost the grip on the medallion and saw it sail through the air out of the window! As if choreographed, we both looked out of the window in wide- eyed wonder as the medallion had the ironic misfortune to land right in the middle of a passing dump truck. It would take years, if at all, to find that medallion after it was deposited at the transfer station. We both looked at each other and knew that our fate was sealed. She screamed as loud as she could. I could feel the intensity of her grief. I could do nothing except look at her with pity. There was a sudden knock at the door. People were starting to worry about the commotion. The new Juanita became silent. She grabbed an overcoat hanging in the closet and dashed past the crowd through the door. Everyone was more worried about the new me! I looked down and quickly started stripping out of the much too small maid's uniform. I looked at the crowd in the open door and quickly moved to shut the door again. "It'll be alright! Just a difference of opinion with the maid!" I said in the melodious familiar female voice. The adrenaline of all that action drained from me like an open faucet. I had a passing feeling of nausea. "Now what was I to do?" I thought in exasperation. I had always thought that it might be possible to go back to a normal life. It seemed the only thing normal about me was change and lots of it. Now I was about to me married. I made my decision! The wedding reception was magnificent. Everyone was so happy. People were eating and drinking and having a wonderful time. I had never seen Teddy look so handsome. He looked the perfect gentleman. All of the women in the building were wishing they were marrying him! He caught me staring at him and winked at me with his rugged good looks. His new bride saw him staring at me and quickly moved him towards the wedding cake. My wedding day transformation with Juanita was now over a year ago. Many things had happened since then. I could not go through with the wedding after the body exchange. I realized that Teddy with in love with only an idealized version of this body. He had never overcome his real grief of losing the real Juliet. He was very sweet to me. I just never loved him as much as he loved 'Juliet'. I met with him soon after and told him the truth. He was shocked and more than suspicious that I had lost my sanity. I proved every detail and finally convinced him. We even spent many weekends at the county dump searching for the medallion. We never did see it again. He eventually came to terms with his grieving. He let me stay in the guest quarters and even helped me get my own business again. We became the best of friends. There was no let up in the parade of eligible women worming their way into his life when they found out the marriage was off. I helped him find the right person. She turned out to be beautiful young nurse. I knew they would be happy. I never heard from Juanita again. The authorities questioned us about her disappearance from the detention center. I figured she must have gone to Mexico. My new business is a modeling business for major clothing catalog companies. They are always looking for a fresh face. I can find a wealth of talent in the Miami area. I am staying away from ' props and novelties'! I have adjusted to my new life as a woman. It is a lot better existence than my former male life. Not a day goes by when someone doesn't compliment me or do small favors for me. I have even been dating. It was a lot of fun. I know that my fate will be determined by how I want it to go and not by the magic of some medallion. I always look at my tattoo and smile. I wish as much good luck to the next holder of 'The Medallion of Zulu'! Fin.