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So, yeah, this story contains sex. It contains weird stuff as well. I'm doing my best, though, to make this story very worthwhile. It's going to have likeable characters that will be developed by action instead of discription. I think that it's time that I make a good, well-written story. Keep in mind that this little message is being written before-hand. I'm going to try and collaborate with people to make it a good one. I've been kind of inspired from reading a lot of the "Tails" chapters. I really liked the degree of characterization and satisfaction of curiosity. I'm going to be doing my best to keep the sex scenes erotic, yet under control. That's not as easy as you might think. If you've never written erotic fiction, keep in mind that for us authors, writing about characters and story sometimes becomes difficult when we get excited from writing the erotic bits. Those erotic bits don't always come out right, either. This story will be proof read, though. I've not seriously proof-read any of my stories, so I'm hoping that this one will rock. The Conflicts of Magic, Tradition, and Society: Caught With Breaking the Rules Part 1 by Randomking Chapter 1 American society tends to hold strange ideals these days. We are constantly torn between trying to be a melting pot and a mosaic. Many groups are proud of their heritage and wish to maintain it and celebrate it. Individuals, though, want to find their own place, especially when they are youths. Perhaps they are only the rebels that try to escape, but rebellion can also be seen as a means by which minority groups can resist being overcome by the ever- potent American culture. Is it okay for someone in such a minority who is trying his or her best to find his or her own place in the world to decide that American culture is a better pick over that original minority? We all hold our own opinions, but perhaps this tale can put an interesting light on it. Call it a fairy-tale or a fable, but remember that fairy-tales help to define culture. That, after all, is what this is about. Alice joined her family at the table, eager to tell them the news. Now that she was finally graduating from college, Tim had proposed. They were to be married within three months. She knew that her parents wouldn't take it the best, but she was proud and hopeful. There she sat at the table, her legs twitching in giddiness. She couldn't wait to blurt it out, but she knew that she should wait until everyone had been served. "Alice, I'm proud of you," said her mother. "You will be in the second generation of this family to graduate from a college. You will have a degree and a fine job. You will be able to support a household." She said it with great pride and happiness. "Yes," her grandmother. "I am proud, too. I want you go on and be a successful grand-daughter." Her English wasn't great, but it was much better than when she had arrived on that boat forty years ago. Her husband had been resourceful enough to start his own business and support the education of their children, all of which went off to college to get degrees in fields well-known for their financial opportunity. She still carried that family pride that tended to remain well after the glory was over. "Tell, me, Alice, have the employers come looking for you?" asked her father. While he was obviously proud of her, he also prided in his own ability to look past the present and into the future. At least that was always the way that he put it. "Yes. So far, Oracle and Intel seem to be interested in me. Well, there are smaller companies of course, but those are the two that I'm interested in and have shown interest in me. At any rate, I'll be assisting in designing chips. I'll probably have to go back to school at some time to get much further into the industry." "I see. Well, we'll be happy to pay for it," said Alice's mother. "I guess that you want more work experience before that happens, though. That's quite alright. You take whatever route you think will bring you the most success." Since everyone at the table was well-situated and enjoying their dinner, Alice decided to break the news. "You know what's even better?" Everyone replied with looks of curiosity. "I'm getting married in three months." Her grandmother said, "That's great! Do you have pictures?" "Yeah, his name is Timothy. He'll be graduating with me. He's a brilliant mathematician. Of course, he can't get a job immeadiately with a degree like that, but he loves it, and he'll be going to graduate school at Harvard next year." She pulled out her bill-fold and opened it up to find the picture of Tim. "Here he is. Isn't he handsome?" Alice had anticipated the next reaction, but she was also determined to be steadfast in her convictions. This wasn't going to be an easy battle, but it was going to be a necessary one. Her mother spoke up first. "Alice, I don't think you have the right picture." "Look, I know that he's white, but that doesn't say anything about what he's really like. He's really nice. He's kind, and he's loving. He has interests and dreams. His favorite color is blue! He's a real human being, just like you and me." She felt quite confident that what she said was a high-quality first-remark. "Dear," her mother replied, "he's from a different world than you are. You are Chinese. You came from a Chinese family with Chinese traditions and values. We raised you in the Chinese way. We don't want you marrying this white man who grew up in a white family. He is too different from you." "Ha! You sent me off to the best AMERICAN schools you could find. I spent very little time being raised in the Chinese way! I was raised by educators, most of which were white Americans. I know much more about America than China. I know more about England than China! Don't tell me that I'm Chinese, because I was raised American." Her face was plush with anger. "You're not getting married," said her father. "I won't allow it. He wants to be weak. You will be supporting him, and I don't want your money going toward him. It is to go to you and this family." "I'm marrying him, because I love him dearly. I'll support him, because I love him, too. He's going to be something, even if what he is isn't something with a lot of money. We'll be happy. We won't be poor, and we won't be rich, but we'll be happy." "No!" shouted her father. "I will not allow it. You go and tell him that the wedding won't happen!" "No, dad, I'm getting married to him, even if that means that I'm disowned. You can either accept it and keep a daughter and gain a son, or not accept it and lose a daughter. Which do you want?" She was fuming, but she was sticking to her guns, regardless of what her family might say. She was determined. She loved Tim way more than they could possibly know. "You will be disowned," said her grandmother. Then she began chanting something in Mandarin. Alice thought that it was some sort of ritual for disowning a daughter. It was bizarre. Alice's mother started to cry as the matriarch chanted. When the chant was done, she said, "Leave this house. You're marriage will be cursed." After sorrowfully packing her bags and leaving, Alice took a cab to the bus stop. She bought a ticket to New York and went back to see Tim. He wouldn't be happy, since he was very optimistic about getting to know her parents. He was indeed a good human being and always expected the best of people. This would be yet another scar in his long-standing history of being disappointed by people's short-comings. Chapter 2 Alice arrived in New York in the early hours before sunrise. She called a taxi and took it to her dormitory. She unpacked her bags and collapsed on the couch, only to be awoken by the sunlight of the noon-time. She then went to her phone and called Tim. Maybe he could comfort her some. The phone rang four times before he picked it up. "Hello?" he asked. "Hi. It's me," she said weakly. "You okay? How did it go with your parents?" he asked. He was obviously in a decent mood. "Not really. They disowned me!" she blared out as the beginnings of a sob poured out from the depths of her throat. "Oh, my god! Where are you now, then?" he asked, beginning to get into panic mode. He never did like it when Alice cried. "I'm in my room. You can come over if you like." Tears slowly ran down her face as she tried to comprehend what happened. She hadn't cried on the bus or in either of the cabs. Once she had to tell Tim what happened, she just broke down. Tim arrived fifteen minutes later, rather ragged in appearance. He obviously hadn't showered in more than 24 hours, but it was a Sunday, and he wasn't expecting to see her until Tuesday. Alice didn't care. She just wanted him to be by her side. He came in and she embraced him tightly, soaking his shoulder with her tears. "It's going to be alright. My family is just fine with it all. We'll take good care of you, okay? You're going to be alright." He was beginning to cry as well. After all, Tim was a good fellow, quite sensitive where it counted. "If you need anything, money to finish up your education, a place to stay, whatever, I'll get my family to help. I'll take out a loan to help you, okay?" "The money's not what bothers me, Tim. I don't have a family of my own now. My mother and father and brother and sisters and grandma, they're all gone now. I am going to have money in no time. You're all that I have left now as far as love goes." She choaked up at that point, unable to go on. "I know it's not the money. I can offer you my family, though. If you want to, we'll get married next weekend, okay? Then, it will be official. You'll have a new family." "Next weekend? Okay. I guess that I won't be able to have as big a wedding as I wanted, but it wouldn't matter anyway, since my family won't be there." She was beginning to lose control of her thoughts. Her mind was filled with thoughts of ending it all, but Tim was there, right by her side, comforting her, keeping her from going insane. It wasn't easy on Tim by any means, though. He knew that she must be shredded into tiny emotional bits now. He was feeling it, too. He helped her over to her couch, and they sat there, with Alice sobbing loudly into his chest, Tim's face looking at the wall, tears streaming down his face and soaking into his shirt. "If you want to have a big wedding, we can wait. I'm sure that my mom would want us to. She loves weddings, you know?" "Yeah. I know. You've told me. Let's get it done with, though. Waiting seems worthless now. Next weekend, okay?" She looked up into his eyes, wantingly. Her deep black eyes, while reddened by emotions, were still gorgeous to him. He had always loved to look at them. He had always liked to talk with her softly, staring into her gaze and brushing the hair from her face. In fact, he was doing that at that moment. "If you're sure, okay. I'll call my mom tonight, and we'll work things out. In the meantime, let's just hold each other. I don't think that it's the best time to be making important decisions anyway." "Okay, my love. Thank you for coming over." She held him more tightly, gently caressing his chest. "What would you expect me to do? Let's just be quiet now." With that, they silently cuddled for three hours before Alice had to finally get up to go to the restroom. Chapter 3 The wedding had been set for that next Sunday. Both looked forward to it, but both were still depressed over the whole thing. Tim took Alice out on Wednesday for a romantic dinner at an Italian restaurant. That was the only event of the week for the two of them besides studying, labwork, and tests. Their wedding had been arranged to be held at Tim's grandparents' place in up-state New York. They had an old farm with a beautiful cherry-red barn and a matching silo. The wedding was decided to be held within the barn. It wasn't all that bad a thing, since the barn had been converted into a sort of dancing hall, anyway. Everything was arranged quite nicely, despite the event having been planned on a fairly short notice. The place was decorated in flowery quilts and white frills. There was a beautiful alter placed in the front, and candles were arranged along the aisles. There was no need for lighting, though, since the sun shown down into the room in a lovely way. While it couldn't be arranged to have pews, there were rather comfortable chairs brought in. Several of Alice's friends from college came out to be bride's maids. Their dresses were of a flower print that matched the quilts in the room. The maid of honor was named Cathy, one of Alice's old room-mates. She had been one of Alice's biggest supporters when she had her earlier crisis of falling in love with a man that she knew her parents wouldn't approve of. Without Cathy's wisdom, Alice wouldn't be in the predicament. That wasn't how everyone saw it, though. To most, it was her family's fault and no one else's. The groomsmen were all Tim's friends. They were some great gentlemen who all were full of zeal for Tim. For most of the earlier part of college, they watched him fumble again and again at finding women. He'd always fall right on his face with them. He always went after the wrong kind, the really popular women who were only really into the material things. That set him back quite a distance from women in general. His friends were always there to support him, though, especially Sean, a rather robust athlete with a soft, empathetic side that blew people away. He wasn't perfect, but a great deal of people really looked up to him. He was also engaged to a woman who was considered one of the most hilarious woman alive. Her sense of humor had saved a good deal many of friends from breaking up a friendship needlessly. Of course, she sat in a chair, causing some of Tim's relatives to laugh histerically at some story, even though they'd never met the young lady before in their lives. As the music began to play, everyone took their seats and smiled that smile only a wedding can bring. Children fidgetted in their seats, straining to get the first view of the bride. First, though, the groom came out and took his place with his parents. Then, Alice came out, looking quite lovely in the light of the barn. Her white dress flowed behind her, catching the eye of everyone in the room. The flower girl before her merrily threw flowers in odd directions, more of them getting into the people than onto the pathway. She joined Tim's aunt and uncle who had kindly decided to play as her missing parents. She looked at them with a sad smile, and they looked back, trying to be as sympathetic as possible. The groomsmen and bride's maids all lined up properly, and the groom moved forward to his next position. As usual, the bride left her "parents" and headed toward the alter. Alice's feelings were incredibly mixed, though. She couldn't stand that her family wasn't there to observe what was happening, but she had principles and love. Perhaps it was rebellion, but she didn't care about that. All she knew was what she felt, and what she felt was love. She wasn't going to let prejudice get in the way of that. The rest of the ceremony went well. The pastor said his sermon. The two were united as Tim and Alice Williams. They then headed off to the reception and did such wonderful traditions as cutting the cake and toasting the wine to a promissing future. It was then that Alice remembered what her grandmother had said, and her face went pale. Could the curse be true, she wondered. She hadn't told Tim about it, but she knew that it might be important. As sensitive as he was, though, he'd never believe her. He was much to logical to believe in superstitions anyway. The festivities continued, though, and she forgot about the curse. As the day rolled on, it became obvious that it was time to let the newlyweds off and have their wedding night. The teenaged boys joked about what would happen and all agreed about how lucky Tim was. He was finally going to get some. The teenaged girls didn't talk about it, of course, but they were thinking it. They just talked about what they wanted at their weddings. The already married men gave advice to Tim as the various misses wished luck to Alice. They threw their items back to determine the next in the family to get married and finally got into Tim's old compact car, which was covered in words written in soap and had cans and such dangling from behind. They sped off down the road ahead of the others who would have to a home further away than others. Chapter 4 They decided to have their honeymoon in Montreal, and they spent most of their time driving there that evening. Finally, they reached the hotel at which they decided to stay. It was somewhat luxurious with a pool, well-decorated interior, adequate room service, and nice rooms. The room in which they stayed was, of course, the newly-wed suite. It was quite a nice room with a large bed and decent furnishings. They dragged their stuff in, exhausted but not too exhausted. It was, after all, their wedding night. Both were looking forward to the event and had been for quite some time. Each had been able to save their virginity for the particular night, so it was going to be extra special. Both were determined to make their first time a good one and so had been reading books on technique. They had flipped a coin earlier to determine who got to pick the style that was to be used such to make it a surprise to one of the members of the couple. Alice had won the coin flip, so she was in charge. "Okay, the first time that we have sex shouldn't be too kinky, you know," she said in as seductive a voice as she could muster. "Whatever you say, my love," Tim replied. "I'm in charge, though, so you'd better do what I say." She really wasn't a dominatrix type, but she was having a lot of fun trying to imitate one. "Now, lay back on the bed." "Yes, Ma'am. The pleasure is all mine," he joked. "Uh huh. I certainly hope that it won't ALL be your pleasure, or I'll be very disappointed!" she said. Tim couldn't help to laugh at that statement. Alice joined in soon after. "Now, then, take off your clothes." He just looked at her and said, "I'm too lazy. Why don't you do it for me?" She put her hands on her hips, gave him one of the cutest looks he had ever seen, and then pounced on him, tickling him relentlessly. As she did so, she would gradually take off his clothes. Catching on to her plan, he tried his best to remove her dress without damaging it. Finally, they were both down to as little as they could go down to without actually stopping and stripping themselves. Alice looked down at Tim's member and said, "It's so big." She then began touching it and feeling it all over. She seemed very happy about it. His dick wasn't all that big; it was actually about average size, but Alice thought that it was big enough and talking about that would at least build Tim's confidence. "Mmmm..." he moaned as she caressed him, moving her hands from his dick to his stomach and chest. "You have a beautiful body, my dear." He reached out to touch her, but she pushed his hands away. "No, you don't. I'm just going to get you too excited to stand it!" She then moved her hands up to his face and pulled her own towards his. She gently kissed him, teasing him with her tongue. He tried to get a full French kiss going, but she would not let him. She then began nibbling on his ears, pulling a rather loud grown from him. He realed, trying to maintain control. The nibbling excited him a great deal. She didn't stop there, though. She stuck her tongue deep within his ear, eliciting even greater reactions from him. She then said, "It's my turn now," and rolled the both of them over. He gently kissed her forehead and began trying the same thing she had on her ears. Alice was in heaven. She squirmed and moaned under the treatment. He then kissed her, teasing her. She looked into his eyes, and he couldn't take it. He stuck his tongue deep into her mouth. Alice took it kindly, and they kissed for a good ten minutes before moving on. He then began tongueing her neck gently, then ravenously. Alice seemed to enjoy it a great deal. She kept telling him how wonderfully it felt. He then worked his way down to her breasts. They were only of B-cup size, but he'd never been too much of a breast man. He gently kissed her nipples and he felt her bared breasts. She groaned in delight as he merrily licked them. After working each nipple for a good five minutes each, he started to work down to her belly button. He stuck his tongue in, only to get a silly giggle from Alice. Since she always liked laughing, he licked around for a little bit of time. He was about to go down further before she stopped him. "Nope, my turn again. Your times up, big boy." She then forced the two to roll over again. She teased his nipples for a few minutes. While he obviously didn't enjoy it as much as she had, he still had fun. She then turned around, her butt facing his face and more or less tackled his well- swollen penis. He could barely stand it. She kissed it a little from the outside and then licked the head a little. Tim, wanting to reciprocate the pleasure, pulled his face toward her vagina. She spread her legs furher, giving him more access. He pulled his hands to the opening to her pussy and opened it up. She moaned in pleasure as she brought his scrotum into her mouth. Barely about to keep up his activities, he brought his tongue into her pussy, slowly exploring her sensuous cavity. She then bound his penis into her mouth, and they exchanged oral pleasure for a few minutes before Tim couldn't take it anymore and rolled her over to insert his cock into the holiest of holies. Alice's eyes rolled back almost immeadiately. She was enjoying the time of her life. Upon penetration, she entered orgasmic bliss. He noticed her coming and was greatly encouraged. He kept going away at it, trying to keep a good rythm. Alice finished coming and began trying to vary the constriction of her vaginal muscles, much to the delight of Tim. He tried making a pattern. He was, after all, a mathematician. She caught on quickly and matched it with her constrictions. Before he could release his semen, though, she came again, screaming in delight. This more than stimulated his orgasm halfway into hers, and they both ended within seconds of each other. Soaked in sweat and exhausted by the physical exertions, they worked their way under the covers and cuddled together, enjoying the silence and satisfaction of sex. "I feel so peaceful," Tim said, feeling the post-sexual hormones settle through his body. He watched the ceiling slowly change colors. He had been to the doctor and been given opiates before various surgeries and such, and he knew that opiates were released into the body after sex, but he didn't realize that they felt that much better than what the doctor could give him. He figured that this was because they were more natural and better tuned to his body. "Yeah," she replied as she gently curled and uncurled Tim's chest hairs. She felt that great satisfaction that women feel after sex. She was so happy. She was glowing brightly. The day had been more perfect than she had ever imagined, despite the absence of her family. She was mad at them anyway, so it would have only complicated the day if they had shown up. She reached over and flicked off the light, figuring that they would be drifting off to sleep. In fact, they started to do just that before Tim started to feel hot. The heat began turning into pin-pricks. He began feeling nausious and shivered. His body became covered in a cold sweat, as he nearly convulsed. Alice jumped out of bed once she noticed him doing that. "What is it?" she asked, scared for his life. "I don't know..." he said. "I feel, oh..." All of a sudden he couldn't speak. A dull pain throbbed through his body. It got worse, until he felt like he was on fire within and without. He tried to scream. The pain was unbearable, but he was paralyzed and made dumb by the tortorous pain. Alice went to the phone, but suddenly, Tim began glowing. The room was filled by the light produced by him. Suddenly, it went dim, and Alice rushed to his side to investigate. The person laying there looked nothing like Tim at all, though. It was a woman. Sure, she was white and could easily have fit into Tim's family, she was not Tim. Alice pulled back the sheets to discover a completely nude woman lying there, unconsious. The woman didn't have a bad body at all. She had the quite noticeable features of the women of the Williams family, the hearty build. She had a rather well toned body, her muscles look quite athletic. Her waist wasn't perfectly thin, but that was natural. It wasn't fatty, either. She had rather large breasts that sat upon her chest. Her body was quite nice, but that was not at all what Alice was thinking about. She wanted her Timmy back. She collapsed, crying onto the womans stomach, only wanting her husband back. She was completely confused and dumb-founded by the situation, and she had no idea of what would happen next. Chapter 5 Tim finally came to. He was lying on the bed. Everything was kind of blurry. He wasn't sure what had happened, and he felt strange. Alice was asleep on his stomach. He could tell that. He was also aware that he was in their hotel room. Things were coming back to him. He started to move to get up when Alice awoke. She looked drearily into his face. "Uh. What happened?" he asked. His voice seemed a little odd, though. Everything seemed weird to him. Something was amiss, but he couldn't tell what was happening. "Who are you?" she asked. That disturbed him. He answered, "I'm Tim, your husband." His voice still seemed weird. It was too high. "Oh, God. You're not serious. What's happening here?" She looked frantic and extremely afraid. Tim looked down trying to figure it all out when he noticed the rather large pair of breasts on his chest. He looked at his hands and noticed their feminine daintiness. He pulled back the covers to look down over his body. It was definitely all female. His face went completely pale. He had no idea what was happening. He looked at Alice who was crying, trying to understand as well. "What's going on?" Tim asked. "I don't know," Alice replied. She then explained what had happened the night before. She was incredibly broken up over it. "What could have caused this?" he asked, not really directing his question at Alice. "I have a good idea. When I told my family, my grandmother cursed our marriage. I didn't really think anything of it all, since I thought that it was all some superstition. I didn't tell you, since I didn't think that you'd be into the whole superstition bit either. This is really weird, though. Put that blanket over your breasts, though. I really don't want to see them." "I'm sorry. This is all weird. How long is this curse supposed to last? I don't want to stay a woman forever." He realized that he would need to relieve himself soon. "Oh, uh, I have to go to the bathroom." He still was really freaked out by the whole voice thing. "Yeah, I guess that I do, too." She got up and looked down at him, or her, or whatever this person was that was trying to get out of bed. Obviously, he was having problems. She thought that he must have been drowsy. He was. What had happened to him had drained him of a lot of his stamina. Wearily, he dragged his strange new body out of bed and stood, desperately trying to keep his balance. His grogginess was making this a difficult task. Alice helped him to the restroom, and he sat down on the toilet a little too fast. The porcelin hit his new, wider ass hard. He carefully tried releasing the urine and felt it flow from a new and bizarre spot. Still too confused and disoriented to think straight, though, he was barely affected. They then lay on the bed for a while, Tim feeling strange and oddly disconnected. Alice said, "I'm going to go and get food and some drinks. You wait her, okay?" Tim answered, "Yes. Do hurry, though." She took off, but when she got back, he was sound asleep. She looked at his new female body with despair and ate some of what she had. She didn't know what to make of it all. Would it wear off? If it did, what would happen next? If it were to last, what would happen to them? She was completely lost in the confusion of the situation. Eventually Tim woke up, feeling much better than before. He looked his body over again, trying to figure out what all had been changed. It was pretty much everything. "Alice, what are we going to do? What if I'm stuck?" "Oh, Tim, I don't know. We have to break the curse somehow, though. I don't know where to start on that, though." "Well, we could always start at a library. I'm sure that there are plenty of books there on what to do. This is so weird. My curiosity of what has happened to me is pretty high, but I'm afraid of checking myself out." "Uh, yeah... I guess I understand. Do you still find me attractive?" she asked. "Yes, I do. I'm trying not to think about sex right now. After all, you're totally strait. I guess that you're trying to figure out what's going to happen to 'us,' aren't you?" She looked at him, her eyes welling up with tears. "I'm strait. I don't find your new body attractive. It's beautiful, but I'm not gay at all. I will stay with you, though, regardless. After all, it's you that I love, not your body." "Okay. Otherwise, where would I go? I'm really scared to try anything with this body anyway. I think that you could still make me horny, though. I would give you a hug, but, well, I don't have any clothes." She hugged him anyway, her clothes keeping skin contact away. "I'll go and get you some clothes. First, let's take some measurements." She eye-balled them all, trying to get a good idea of what he would need. "Let's see, you're about a 42 on the hips. You're a 35 on the waist, and you would be about a 42-D for the bra. I may be a little off, but those would be my guesses. Oh, yeah, and you have what look like size 7 shoes." "Uh, okay. This is so weird. I'm going to have to wear women's clothing?" "Yeah. Don't worry. I won't think of it as cross-dressing. You're going to look really silly if you don't wear it." "You're right." Tim looked down at his new body again, finding it extremely different. What could he do? He felt a bit trapped. He still had his man's mind. He realized that, but this body was going to cause a lot of conflicts. "Okay. I'll be back. In the meantime, I've got sandwiches and stuff on the table. Bon apetite." With that, she drew the initiative to kiss him on the fore-head. Then, she promptly left. She was also hoping that by her being cheerful, Tim wouldn't feel as badly about everything. He was taking it all better than she had expected. Tim just sat there for a while, eating a sandwich and watching television. It was all pretty boring, but he decided that he'd try slowly exploring his body. He started with the legs. It was pretty obvious that they were in desparate need of shaving if he were going to be a woman. He then looked at his lack of male genetilia, briefly lamenting their loss. It was too strange, and sad, to not see them there. He reached his hand down to feel the pubic hair, which was a little different from his old pubic hair. He then stuck his index finger into the opening of his vagina. It was quite strange feeling a warm slip there. He felt around briefly, realizing that he was getting a little wet from this. It was kind of pleasurable rubbing those well-known spots inside. Not exactly wanting to masturbate, he then pulled his finger to his face and took a whiff. It was a different smell, but he had to live with it. Putting his hand on one of his new breasts was equally strange. Their textures were bizarre. His new nipples, now greatly larger than his old male nipples, were signifantly more sensitive. They were hard from his exploration, but he didn't want to stimulate them further. Finally, he cuddled up in the sheets and mindlessly watched television. Chapter 6 Alice returned with some clothes. She had just gotten some fairly loose jeans (for women, anyway), some socks, some boots, some panties, a bra, and a shirt. "I figure that your jacket isn't very gender specific, so you can wear that. I guess that we'll go to the library at the University of Montreal. They might have some information or something." "Okay," said Tim as he tried putting the clothes on. "I hope that the whole thing isn't in French, though." "I hope that you're right. Do you need help with that bra?" "Yeah," he said. "Okay, here you go." She finished getting the bra on him. They packed their stuff up, then headed out the door. They took off in the car, with Alice driving, and headed off to the University and entered into the library. They headed off to a computer terminal to see if they could use it to look stuff up. Unfortunately, it was all in French. They checked the card catalogues, which, of course ended up being in French. Finally, they went to a librarian who showed them the section that they wanted. They started looking about, finding a good number of books in English. Still, though, their search was rather unfruitful. "You ladies seem to have stumbled upon my favorite section and seem lost," said a rather short and pudgy man who looked to be in his fifties. "Uh, if the supernatural is you favorite topic, yes," Alice answered. Tim, not really wanting to risk saying something stupid in the female form, remained silent. "It is indeed. Now, then, what sort of information are you looking for?" he asked. "I'm looking for stuff on transformation magic, particular that of Chinese tradition." "Okay," the man said. "That's pretty specific, but sure. Have you been cursed or something?" "Uh, well... You could say that. You don't actually believe in this interest of yours, do you?" Being in Montreal, Alice figured that it wouldn't really matter if the man thought that they were crazy or anything. After all, any lead is a good lead. "I do. I've seen a few rare cases of supernatural workings. The spirit world is far greater than you think. I won't think you insane if you tell me." The look in the man's eye was quite intense. He seemed honest enough. "Uh... This one's pretty weird. I doubt that you'll believe it," Alice said quite carefully. Was he a man who could be trusted? Would it matter if he wasn't? Well, Alice thought to herself, he may be of some assistance. "Okay, I'll tell you. Just please, don't laugh." She then told him the story from the beginning. Not once did the man laugh. "That wasn't so weird except that it happened in modern times. I'm afraid that the spirit world isn't usually as brave as that, but there have to be exceptions. I'm not sure that I believe you just yet, but it's not because your story is far-fetched. It's just that it's not provable. I'll tell you what, though. I'll give you a chance to prove it." The look on his face was most serious, not sparing an ounce of sincerity. "Well, we've got nothing else to go on. How can we prove it to you?" Alice asked. She knew that at the very most, the man would only take their time. It wouldn't be too much trouble to follow any lead at this point. "We could go to a particular gypsy that I know. She has a very good sense of what happens in the spirit world. Plus, she owes me a favor." He winked at the last statement, a light smile on his face. "Okay, then, let's go. We have nothing better to go on." With that, they went back out to the car and headed off to see the gypsy. As they traveled, the man told them of the spirit world. "You'd be surprised at just how big and bizarre the spirit world is. It's driven by those families that have carried their ancient religious traditions onward with them. The spirits that rest in those traditions are quite powerful and are intent on showing that power on occasion. After all, they're constantly at war." "How so?" Tim asked. "Ah, well, they fight each other, and they fight modern culture. These spirits had never had contact with other spirits from other cultures until modern times. This has made them a little more militant toward the other spirits. They also fight modern society. A couple of millenia ago, monotheism really started to take off. It pretty well ended up ruining much of the spirits' power. They learned from that and now fight the newest threat, a general nearly religious belief in science. They really don't care that we understand what happens in the physical world. What bothers them is that society has been relying on science to expain everything. Everyone these days uses a strict logical understanding of beliefs that no one will really believe in spirits. These are strange times of spirits, and they are intent on making it strange for mankind as well." "Earlier you said that it was unusual that the spirits weren't usually as brave as that," Tim said, still using his old view of rationality. "Well, that has nothing to do with science. That has to do with exposure to other spirits. They don't tend to want to fall prey to another spiritual group's ambush. Giving away positions and such is dangerous. That is why this is so interesting. It could even mean that the spirits that afflicted you are on the offensive, having gathered significant power. If that's the case, there will be trouble. Madaam Gericia should be able to determine at least part of the story." "What happens if the spirits get on the offensive?" Tim asked, now wary that the man talking to them was either very knowledgeble or the best bull-shitter that he had ever talked to. "I don't know. It's never happened with this many spiritual forces. The only time they've ever really been in a limited war, so to speak, was when we were in an extremely violent world-wide war called World War II. Total wars in the past involved complete destruction of tribes and peoples. If this pattern holds, which I'm not sure that it will, we're in a world of shit." Silently, they trekked the rest of the way to the gypsy's house. It was a nice house, a little old, but of solid construction and good keeping. The three walked up the cobble-stone pathway, through what would be a beautiful garden in a warmer time of the year, and then reached the doorway. The man rang the doorbell, and eventually it was opened. "Hi, Francis! It's been a time since I've last seen you. I'm not at all surprised, though. The spirits have been speaking of you arriving today." "I'm not at all surprised of that. I have a couple of friends that you may be interested in meeting." "They are cursed. Come in, and let's see what's been done." She held her smile but took up quite a serious look on her face. While her nature was quite perky and happy, she obviously knew that something bad was afoot. Quite surprised at the rate that Madaam Gericia had guessed their pridicament, Alice and Tim headed into the house. It was beautifully decorated, paintings and sculptures sat about where such things should sit about. They went to a bookshelf where Madaam Gericia pulled a book. It opened curiously, as if it were something from a cheesey spy or horror movie. They went down into a room that was full of candles and statuettes of strange beings. A table sat in the middle. The four of them gathered around the table and took their seats. "This is the room in which I speak with the spirits. I've specially given them access to anything in the room. They will be able to determine if yu are telling the truth or not." She gave them a reassuring look, letting them relax. "Now, all that you have to do is tell your story." They told it then, making sure not to leave out important parts. "Excellent. The spirits tell me that what you say is the truth. Unfortunately, all that they can tell is that the spirits that have inflicted you are Chinese in origin. They must have taken up some sort of technique to avoid being pin- pointed. That is most powerful if the spirits that I'm in tune with cannot break past that." "What do you mean? Are your spirits really powerful?" Alice asked. "In some respects, yes. They are the gypsy spirits of old. They're best at spying and stealing. They're a little sneaky, but that's what makes them really useful for our purposes. Unfortunately for you, though, your curse will not be removeable. There are ways to make it less annoying, but for the time being, you're not going to be able to get it removed, especially since it's unknown as to which spirits have been used to curse you." "Oh, no!" cried Tim. "You mean that I'm going to be stuck like this!" "Yes, but like I said, there are ways of making this less painful for you." The gypsy looked quite serious about what she was saying. "I'm going to spread the word about this. I have allies, you know. At any rate, there will probably be trouble much greater than your own, no offense." "None take," Alice said, a tear forming beneath her left eye. "Good, now how about finding those other solutions?" "Okay," Tim said, unsure as to what the other solutions could be. "Well, for starters, you two are going to have to go on living life. We can change the records and stuff to make sure that you're not completely screwed by today's great book-keeping system. You should finish school, Alice, but Tim, I'm afraid that you are going to have problems with that. You could start over on it, but that's going to be really obnoxious. It should be easier the second time around, though." "Okay. I understand that, but our biggest problem is the marriage. How can we save that?" Tim asked. "There isn't anything that we can do to you for a while, Tim, but we can change Alice. Changing her into a man would really complicate matters for you two, and you would both be unable to carry your accomplishments. Instead, it will have to be a change of mind for Alice." "What?" Alice nearly screamed. "What kind of change of mind?" "Well," answered Madaam Gericia, "we can make sure that you are willing to love Tim's new body as much as his mind and heart. Don't jump to conclusions, yet, though. Once you've been altered, you will be able to change back." "Um..." Alice was caught. It made sense, she was sure of that, but becoming a lesbian was not a great idea to her. She realized, though, that the gypsy woman was right. If she really wanted to be there for Tim, she'd need to love all of him. "Okay... I guess." Besides, she thought to herself, if it didn't work as she was half expecting it not to do, there wouldn't be a great problem. "The spirits that I have with me are not powerful enough in this area to accomplish this unless you're willing. Don't worry, though. Once it's been done to you, you won't feel as you do now about how sick it would be to make love to another woman. Are you willing?" "Is this going to make me into a lesbian?" she asked, quite afraid of the answer. "No, we're not taking anything away. Think of it as becoming bisexual." "Uh, okay, then. I'll do anything to stay with Tim." "Honey, are you sure of this?" asked Tim. "Yes, dear. I want you to stay with me, and it will be really frustrating not to be able to share our love to its fullest. Besides, I feel kind of responsible for this." Just as he was going to say something, Alice put her finger to his lips. "Okay. Now, I'm going to call the spirits to do their magic. Stand over there, within that pentagram. Don't worry. Satan won't get in. He's quite over-rated as it is, anyway," the gypsy quipped. Alice stepped into the pentagram and waited. Ten seconds later, the gypsy said, "Okay, done. Now, I can give you access to some of my allies." She wrote down a list of names and addresses and gave it to them. Happily taking it, they made their way out the door. Francis needed to get back to the library. They determined that they would meet again the next day. Chapter 7 The couple arrived at their hotel room later, feeling significantly more confident. They had at least made a breakthrough, even though it was by chance. They were disappointed that things weren't perfect, but now they knew that they could possibly find someone who could truly help. "Alice, do you find me attractive now?" Tim asked, feeling a little stupid about asking that sort of question. These were desparate times, though. She looked at him, his new body sitting on the bed. She had been trying to avoid thinking of that just yet, but now she new that she'd have to face it. He sat there, his hands in his lap. She looked up and down him. Finding his new face quite beautiful and attractive, she started to feel more at ease. She worked her way down to the breasts. They were large. All of a sudden, she could barely take her eyes off of them. They were so big and inviting that she really wanted to have a further peak. She wanted to touch them. She wanted to play with them and suck them. It was confusing but pleasant to her. She forced herself to look further down. The feminine curving of the hips now became attractive. The jeans obviously hid treasures beneath them. Everything looked good and well. "From the drool dripping down your chin and your nipping out, I will take that as a yes," Tim suddenly said. "I... er, I... Kiss me," Alice said, suddenly overcome with desire. Tim stood up and started to kiss her. Feeling confident, Alice wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling his rather large breasts compress against her. For some odd reason, it felt really good. She dropped her hands down to his ass, feeling the feminine plumpness. She then pushed him to the bed. "Wow! Those spirits were pretty good. I guess that's a very definite yes!" Tim felt a little odd about his wife liking women now, but he wasn't exactly in any position to complain. "Mmm... I think that you're beautiful. I don't understand why I feel this way, but you are really turning me on as a woman now. You're even more attractive now as a woman! I hope that you're not offended..." "I don't know. I don't really care about that at this point. I'm quite curious about everything, though, so let's move on." His nipples were really hardening now, almost painfully. His pussy was feeling a little more than moist. These sensations were frightening him, even though they felt pretty good. He was writhing in the new feelings that were overcoming him. It seemed to be too much. "Do you know what you're doing?" he asked her. "No, but we're going to learn!" she said as she lifted the bottom of Tim's shirt up, trying to get it over his head. "Good deal," he replied as he tried lifing his arms. They did get the shirt off, even though it got a little stretched in the process. Alice impatiently unsnapped the bra, desperately trying to get to the large mummaries within its cups. Discarding the brassier with a flourish, he stared wide-eyed at Tim's rather large breasts. She backed off far enough to get her hands on them and watch Tim's face as she did. He seemed fascinated, yet nervous. "Timmy, are you okay?" she asked, realizing that he have been a little uncomfortable. "Baby, I'm just a little confused. Go on, though. This is fun." No sooner had he said that than Alice grabbed his nipples and pinched fairly hard but not violently. He shuddered in delight as she rubbed them between her thumb and fore-finger. "Oh, my God, that feels good!" he screamed in his new feminine voice. Encouraged, Alice dipped her face down onto his breasts and took his left nipple into her mouth, again getting a pleasant reaction out of Tim. She sucked and licked, spreading her saliva over it. She then left that one alone, and moved on to the next one. Tim writhed again, feeling Alice's tongue tease his right nipple. He reached up and grabbed her head, carressing Alice's neck and scalp. She continued, despite his want to move on to something else. Finally, she stopped suckling and blew across each nipple, eliciting a loud moan out of Tim. "Okay, it's my turn now," Alice said as she peeled away her shirt to reveal her breasts, both hidden away within her bra. Tim obliged and unsnapped her bra and tried his best to repeat what Alice had done to him. While his efforts weren't too bad, he knew that he couldn't match those of Alice. Finally, he gave up, wanting to try some new and exciting things. He tried unzipping Alice's jeans with his teeth and was moderately successful. She, thinking that it was a cute effort, pushed him away. "No, not yet. Let's go for something really kinky!" "Like what?" he asked. He was having a hard time maintaining control over the waves of hormones that kept hitting him. "Well, I think that it would be fun if we tried riding an object with our pants on." The look in her eye was deadly. "Umm... Okay... What do you want to ride?" he asked. "I want to ride the bed-post. You get the other one. First one to come wins." She was already trying to get on top of the post, carefully positioning herself. "This is odd, but okay, let's try." He mounted the other bed-post, trying to maintain an odd balance. "You ready?" she asked. "Yeah." "Let's go, then." Off, the two took, rocking around and watching each other. Tim had no idea what he was doing or what he was supposed to feel, but it seemed as if Alice would think that he'd like it. He started rocking around on the post. He knew that he was horny and all, but it just didn't seem to work for him. Alice, though, was moving quickly. "I don't think that I like this..." he said. Alice, who was fondling her breasts and gyrating atop the bedpost, slowed to a stop. "Okay. What do you want to try, then?" she asked. "I, uh... Well, I want to hold you and stuff... You know, I want to get you off, and I want you to get me off... Do you get what, uh, I mean?" He was a little embarrassed. He didn't quite know why. Everything seemed to be spinning around his head. "Sure," she said, realized that he was a bit confused. "Get naked, and we'll see what we can do. You have to realize that I'm still a little scared of touching another pussy. I was able to handle your breasts, but this is still not going to be easy trying the other stuff." "Okay. I think that you'll like it once you try, though." He wasn't completely sure that she would, but he certainly hoped so. "You may be right. That gypsy had some powerful spirits. You could seduce me at any time quite easily!" Both of them had their pants off now, and Alice let her eyes trail down to Tim's crotch. She could see the fairly dense forrest of pubic hairs patched around his pussy. For some reason, this got her quite excited. With an odd feeling of curiosity, she reached down for it, wrapping her hand around the mound. She really wanted to go ahead and finger Tim into bliss, but she decided that it would be a lot more fun just to tease him for now. She massaged his inner thigh around the crotch, getting a bit of sharp moaning from Tim. She then moved her head over to where his vagina lay open, obviously out of instinct. She then gently insert her index finger into the opening, carefully touching the tender parts. She lightly massaged to quite moist cunt, gathering a large number of moans from Tim. "You like it?" she asked. "I, uh... It feels good. Mmm... It's just so slow that I..." She immediately sped up, pressing all of the parts more roughly. "Oh, my God!" Tim nearly shouted. "Yeah, that's what I thought. If you're not going to have no dick, you're going to have to learn this." She was greatly enjoying her new position, but she had needs as well. "Now, it's my turn." She laid back on the bed to allow Tim access. He tried sticking his finger in and found those same places that Alice had and started mimicking her finger movements. "Like this?" he asked. "Oh, yeah," she said circling her hips. "Keep going. We'll try and finish this off in 69, though." He continued doing what he was doing. He moved his fingers in a pattern, trying to see if she would pick up on it. She did and almost came then and there. "Oh, my God, Tim! You're sick, you know that!" 'Yeah. Isn't it great to be a nerd?" he said, keeping the pattern. "I guess, but if you keep that up, I'm going to come." She wasn't going to stop him from doing what he was doing, though. She was enjoying it way too much. "Well, you can come twice. Besides, I want you to make me do that." He then kept up the pattern and watched her slowly lose resistance. Shortly there-after, she came, moaning and thrashing about. "Good, now I really want to see what this is like." "Okay," Alice said as she shook off the remainder of the orgasm. She moved around to get a finger into Tim's cunt. She then did her best to get him off. Eventually, he did. He was nearly blown away by the full-body effect of it all. He screamed and yelled, trying to get every bit out of it. "That was really good. I'm not completely exhausted, either. I could do it again!" He then pounced on Alice, ramming his tongue into her pussy. Not wanting him to get all of the control, she forced the situation into sixty-nine. Both licked away furiously at eachother, trying to get the other to come first. Alice did that. She could barely maintain control over her tongue. Eventually, Tim orgasmed, too, and both were happy. They snuggled up to each other and slept the rest of the night in each others' arms. (to be continued)