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One of the Girls
by Jennifer Adams
©Jennifer Adams
Eric just pulled away from the curb after dropping his date off. As he
drove home, he thought about when they had met. It was a little over two
months ago. He was in a restaurant near campus and she had been sitting
with some girlfriends. She was the only one he'd seen before. They
shared some classes and he knew that her name was Jessica Anderson. He
had also known that she had transferred to Millikin from Kent State and
she was also a sophomore and a music major. He had looked at her and
found her captivating. She was a little shorter than he normally liked,
guessing her about 5'6" but she was slender and had a statuesque look to
her. A man with her build would be called lanky. It gave her the
illusion of height until one stood next to her. Her breasts were small
to average. What did they say? " a more than a handful's a waste". She
also had long flowing hair that fell to the middle of her back in light
brown tresses. Her face was elfin in quality.
He watched her subtly until all the other girls at the table, three
including her, left and she was sitting alone finishing her coffee. Once
she turned and looked at him, he thought she had caught him looking at
her. He didn't want to appear to be staring or even stalking her, so he
got up to leave. He put his coat on as it was getting colder, it
wouldn't much longer until everything was covered in a blanket of white.
He walked past the table where she was sitting and she spoke to him. "
Hi."
He turned and looked at her stunned and thought that she caught him
checking her out and was going to make a scene. ' Nah,' He thought. ' I
was far to subtle and it wasn't like I just sat and stared at her.' He
was still a little apprehensive and quietly replied. " Hi."
Cheerily she said. " My name is Jessie. I know that you are Eric from
class."
" Why yes. I'm pleased to meet you Jessie." He extended his hand and
took the one she offered daintily. He just wanted to get out of there,
usually if a woman initiated the conversation in a situation like this.
It mean she was going to confront him about something.
Just as he thought he was going to get out of there, she said. " Would
you care to join me? My friends went home. They have a long drive ahead
of them." Now he didn't want to be rude so he accepted her invitation
and sat down.
The waitress brought his coffee cup over and asked if he would like a
refill. He nodded. He figured that if things got too spooky he could
just split. He'd been in similar situations before.
After the waitress left she casually said. " I saw you looking at me on
and off since I came in." He turned crimson and prepared to bolt. " I
thought I'd give you the chance to get a better look and get to know me
a little better. Besides, I think you're cute." She smiled warmly. He
studied her face as she did so. It was beautiful, although one wouldn't
notice it at a glance. She looked pretty but not beautiful. Her crystal
blue eyes sparkled. It was incredible.
Still a little apprehensive he replied. " That would be nice." They had
talked until the restaurant closed and then he escorted her home. As
they spent the evening together, he couldn't get over how feminine she
was. It seemed to be becoming a lost art these days. With women trying
to be equal to men, they seemed to be slowly losing their femininity,
but not her. She seemed to embrace her femininity and enjoyed being
different from men. He left with the promise of a date and then couldn't
stop thinking about her until the date came.
Even now, he thought of her almost constantly. As he thought back on
their first meeting he realized that she had controlled the situation as
she did now. She seemed to have a controlling personality, but not
domineering. She just had a way of making people happy to do things her
way and they didn't feel used afterwards. Even though, Eric knew she
controlled their relationship, she did it in a way that he did not find
offensive and actually rather enjoyed. She usually picked where they
went and what they did on dates, even when he chose he still felt like
she had something to do with it.
Now he could hardly wait until Friday. He was going to have dinner at
her apartment and then she was going to let him listen to some tapes she
made. It promised to be a cozy evening. All week he could think of
little else. She brushed against him a little as he walked with her
between classes. Not in a sexual way but with the enticement of intimacy
and closeness of a female body.
Finally, the big night had arrived. This was going to be the first time
he would be in her apartment. She had explained early on that she was an
old fashioned girl and believed that certain things were not acceptable
with in certain periods of time. She would never invite him up to her
apartment because she felt that it wouldn't be right to have a man in
her house until she got to know him a little better. After two months,
he guessed, she finally felt that she knew him well enough. He looked
forward to going to her place for dinner, it would be a real treat to be
alone with her. He knew that there wouldn't be anything sexual, since
she had made that clear with the invitation. He respected that. He was
just looking forward to the intimacy of being alone with no other people
around.
He got ready to go and then realized that he was an hour early. He
decided to go pick up a bottle of wine to go with dinner. He was
uncertain what type of wine to get so he decided to go with a blush that
the clerk had suggested. The clerk said that it was a nice dry wine and
if nothing else, would be an excellent after dinner wine.
Finally, after killing a little time. Eric was ready to head over to
Jessie's apartment. He glanced up at the full moon and thought that it
would add a romantic air to the evening. She smiled wide as she opened
the door for him and he could tell that she was as excited as he was, if
not more. " Eric, Come in." She beamed, her eyes sparkling like the dew
in early morning light. She was wearing a short puffed sleeve pale pink
blouse and a tan skirt that came to mid-thigh. The blouse was
translucent and he could make out a lace camisole underneath. Her bangs
were teased up and the rest of her hair fell free. Unlike she wore for
class. In the three months he had known her, she had never worn pants or
slacks. It was always dresses or skirt and blouse combinations. He
wondered if she even owned sneakers. She always wore either high heeled
sandals until the weather got too cold, or pumps, or dress flats.
She took his coat and hung it in the closet. He glanced down the hall
and noticed that two of the three doors were closed as he knew they
would be. It wouldn't be proper for her to let a man see her bedroom at
this point. He looked around the rest of her small apartment. It
consisted of a kitchen, a livingroom/ diningroom combo, a bathroom and
either had one bedroom and a closet or two bedrooms. She left him
standing there while she took the wine into the kitchen and offered him
a glass of iced tea, while the wine chilled in the refrigerator. He
said. " That sounds good."
She returned with two glasses of tea and offered him a seat on the sofa
while they waited for dinner to finish cooking. She sat down beside him
with her nyloned knee touching his and they chatted about school and
about their career hopes and dreams. She would get up occasionally and
check dinner. When it was ready, she motioned him to the table and
brought dinner to the waiting table.
They continued to talk while they ate a nice meal of roasted beef with
potatoes and carrots. After dinner she brought out the wine, a
corkscrew, and two glasses. She handed the bottle and the corkscrew to
him and set the glasses down on the coffee table. He pulled the cork out
and poured the wine and sat next to her on the sofa. Again she let her
knee drift over to touch his.
" Oh, I forgot." She said, as she got up and put a tape in the stereo
and turned it on. She sat back down and said. " I hope you like it. I
have a real surprise for you afterward."
She gently put his arm around her shoulders before the music began and
sipped her wine. His hand rested on her bare arm, he liked that. The
music was soft and relaxing. He found he could easily get lost in its
sweet melody. As it played he felt an urge to close his eyes and enjoy
it. It made him think of feminine colors like silk fabrics of pastels in
pinks, yellows, and reds.
He suddenly became aware of a feeling in the back of his mind that
something wasn't right here. He tried to push it out of his mind, but it
just wouldn't go. He opened his eyes and looked around. When he tried to
move his head he found that he couldn't. He looked as far toward Jessica
as his eyes would allow and she seemed to be unable to move or talk
either. He tried to look straight ahead and found that he could no
longer move his eyes. He couldn't even close them.
He slowly became aware of a feeling like something was being pulled out
of his body through the hand that touched Jessie's bare skin. He also
could feel something returning into that hand as though two things were
passing each other through the point where his and Jessie's bodies met.
As he felt it climb his arm, he could feel other things as well. his
whole arm felt itchy like all the hair on his arm was falling out. It
climbed into his shoulder and began to spread through his chest. That
same itchy feeling was then accompanied by another feeling.
His right nipple, the one closest to Jessie, began to feel as though it
was being tickled and he thought he could feel swelling under it. Soon
in his peripheral vision, he could see that his right breast was in fact
swelling. The other nipple began to tickle.
He focused his eyes on Jessie and her right breast was getting smaller
at about the same rate his was growing. Her right side was also closest
to the point their bodies connected. He also notice that her arm was now
much larger and covered in course dark hair. The obvious was becoming
clear to him, but he was powerless to move or do anything about it.
Somehow, this music was causing them to switch genders.
Even though, he secretly wanted to become a woman, this was scaring him
a lot. Like so many in his shoes. Wanting a thing and receiving a thing
can be two different things all together. This was so sudden. He had no
time to plan. What would he do as a woman? What about all those who knew
him as Eric? Certainly, he could no longer be Eric, looking like a
woman. Could he? As he pondered these things, his breasts continued to
develop as he felt this odd feeling spread to other parts of his body.
It began to climb his neck. He felt his neck constrict slightly and then
it felt normal. Then he felt his chin recede and soften. His lips
swelled ever so slightly and his cheek bones pushed out slightly. This
was mildly painful.
A glance at Jessie, revealed a five o'clock shadow. Now her breasts were
nonexistent. He watched as her hair shortened. It was as if it was being
pulled back into her head. Or was it his head. Eric just wasn't sure at
this point. He looked at the now rugged face and couldn't conceive how
it could have been Jessie.
As he looked at her, his vision blurred for a moment and cleared. He
figured that was his eyes changing. He also felt his hair growing and
start to flow past his shoulders, which felt smaller. He wished he could
look in a mirror and see what was happening. He could feel his stomach
contract as what ever it was moved downward. He felt momentarily queasy
and then normal again. He felt his hips flare and then a tickling in his
genitals. He reached out with his mind and felt them the best he could.
They were shrinking. This came as now surprise since that was the next
logical thing after feeling his upper body become female. As they
withered and shrank, he began to feel something that was foreign to him.
It felt like the infamous slit. By now his hair had stopped growing and
if Jessie was any indication, it was now down to his feminine waist.
Another look at Jessie, indicated why she had opted on an elastic waist
skirt and a blousy blouse. He figured that everything she was wearing
was stretchy. There was no mistake now, she was a he. He had even grown
a couple of inches from the look of it. Of course, Eric surmised that he
must have also shrunk a couple of inches. He next felt it moving into
his legs like running syrup. The tickling and then compression as they
shrunk.
Finally, the music stopped and Eric could feel movement next to him, but
still could not move himself. Jessie stood up, still a little wobbly,
and turned to look at him. He thought she looked ridiculous, a man in
drag. As he exhibited the only movement he could and looked her over the
best he could. She now had short brown hair and a beard shadow. Her make
up was still more than evident. Her body stretched her skirt and blouse
to their limits. The course dark hair was clearly visible through her
nylons. He could see several runs in them. She had kicked her shoes off
at some point. Either before she was rendered immobile or she was never
immobile. She or rather he, walked away in the direction of the hallway.
Eric, still unable to move, tried to explore the female body he now had
with his senses. It was hard to get a visual picture this way, but he
could double check what he had felt earlier.
As Jessica returned to the living room, Eric noticed that some mobility
was returning. He was able to turn his head enough to get a good look at
the man that was once Jessica. He would guess him to be about 5'9 and
210 lb.. Brown hair with hazel eyes. Eric was also a little surprised to
see that, although this man had been a woman just moments ago, he now
moved with a masculine walk and exhibited manly mannerisms. That was
easy to tell in just the few moments he could observe him.
Suddenly, the man spoke to him. " Ah, I see your able to move a little.
Don't worry, it will soon pass. It takes longer the first time." Eric
just looked at him, He could not move his mouth enough to speak yet. The
man continued. " You are, undoubtedly wondering just what the hell is
going on here. Am I correct?" Eric nodded slightly. Again he continued.
" Well, I am obviously not Jessica. My name is... Well, my name is not
important, since you might not know it anyway. The name you do know me
by is Jennifer Adams, from the tgs-talk list. This is how I normally
look. I would have liked to join you in feminine finery, but I do have a
family and I miss them very much. You see? I am giving you the tape with
the ritual on it that turned you into a woman. It's yours. Cleo Kraft
gave it to me and Jennifer Rose gave it to her. I don't know how Jenn
came on to it. I think she got it from someone else on the list."
Eric tried to talk and ask why but all that came out was a pretty
feminine gasp. Jenny looked at her and said. " Don't try to talk yet. It
will be a little while before you can. Anyway, you are now a woman in
every sense of the word. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. The tape
takes care of all that. Remember how I was? Well, that's how you'll be,
just the sweetest little thing. You are encouraged to pass it on. You
can keep your female body by not touching the recipient. I don't know
the mechanics of the ritual on the tape as in how it works or why, I
just know it does the same way you do. When Cleo gave it to me, she
didn't touch me when I transformed so she stayed a woman and so did Jenn
Rose. I'm sorry I couldn't be straight forward with you, but I couldn't
take a chance that you'd say no. The tape is only effective on the night
when the moon is the fullest and you only have three before you can no
longer return to being a man. This was my third."
Eric's paralysis was wearing off a little more as he shifted and felt a
slight movement of his breasts. He looked questioningly at them.
" Don't worry. You'll get used to them. Like I said. Everything you do
will be completely feminine. The tape does something with your thinking
as well. The two women at the restaurant with me were Cleo and Jenn, by
the way. You now look close enough to Jessica that you could transfer
back to Kent State and no one would know. Cleo and Jenn can help you
assume that identity. You can also have everything here. I sure can't
use it. I never really went to K.S.U. or any college until I came here.
Until you decide what you are going to do about being a woman, I'll call
you Emily. I think I told you everything. I have to go now. My plane
leaves in an hour. Oh, E-mail me and let me know how everything goes. I
picked you because I thought you'd really like to try out being a
woman." Emily nodded a little better that time.
" Good luck." Jenny said and kissed Emily on the cheek. " Wow! You're so
soft now. I had gotten use to kissing you with beard stubble." He
snickered at that. Then he picked up his suitcase and walked out the
door. Leaving Emily to her thoughts.
Fin.
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