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Stoned
by Jennifer Adams
©©Jennifer Adams, 1999
Michael walked briskly in the early morning chill. He was
trying to escape the scene of the crime without trying to look like he was
escaping. He had just thrown a rock and broke the stone statue in the
garden of old lady Winters.
He hadn't meant for the rock to strike the statue. He rather
liked it. It was almost erotic in its dainty, feminine figure. There was
even the subtle hint of anatomical correctness to it in the nipple and
crotch areas. Not to mention the perfect proportioning of the waist, hips
and rear. The breasts appeared to be smooth, taunt and firm. Well,
marble was about as firm as one could get. The face was angelic in its
innocence and beauty. She truly was a sight to behold. To say he was
more than a little disappointed by the recent turn of events would be an
understatement.
He had meant to hit a Blue Jay that had been annoying him all
morning. He didn't even want to do the bird any real harm. He just
wanted to scare it away for good. Its incessant call was striking a nerve
with Michael and interfering with his morning activities. He had chased
it into Winters' garden but there it just flew from tree to tree taunting
him. He could almost sense it laughing at him.
As he fled, he could here the startled cries of the old woman
who was rumored to dabble in the black arts. She surely had noticed that
her precious center piece was rendered garbage. The stone had cut the
beauty's nose clean off. It was truly amazing that such a subtle flaw
could attract so much attention. Michael knew how much it distracted
from the sculpture, he had seen it.
As he headed up his walk, he stole a glance over his shoulder
and almost stopped dead in his tracks. Old Lady Winters was looking
right at him. He tried to turn away nonchalantly as though he had nothing
to hide. He could feel her eyes trained on his back, boring holes into it. It
was as though she were looking into his very soul. He rationalized that it
was impossible for her to do since there was no such thing as magic. He
had already chalked the rumors about her to be just that, rumors. He
continued on into his house and tried to settle back down to his work.
For the rest of the morning, he couldn't shake the feeling of
restlessness. He just couldn't seem to settle down and concentrate on
what he was doing. His mind just kept going back to the beautiful statue
that he had single handedly disfigured. By mid-afternoon, he had given
up on trying to get anything accomplished and decided to go out for a
walk to try to calm himself.
It was much warmer now that the sun at reached its apex, so he
left his coat behind and walked out the door into the lovely May
afternoon. He decided that it would also be best if he avoided the area in
question so he casually walked off in the opposite direction. Soon, he
was deep in thought as he walked not really paying any attention to
where he was going. He thought about the events of that morning and he
thought about how he would miss seeing the beauty standing in the
center of that garden.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by someone talking to
him. " Hello? Michael, isn't it?" He looking in the direction of the voice
and is was Old Lady Winters. He had somehow managed to walk right
passed her yard.
" Uh... Hello." He managed to answer. " Yes it is Michael."
" You know, I made a terrible discovery this morning." She
said.
" You did?" He asked, trying act surprised.
" Yes." She noted. " It seems that some vandal has broken my
statue's nose clean off!"
" Oh, that's terrible!" He acted in stunned surprise. " What
makes you think it was a vandal?"
" Well, I am sure that if someone had done it by accident, they
would have notified me to apologize."
" What if it was an accident and the person realize that there
was any damage?" He asked innocently.
" Oh, I suspect that the person who did it knew that there was
damage to the statue."
" Perhaps the person is afraid of what might happen if they
were to admit to it?" He inquired.
" What might happen over an accident?" She answered with a
question.
" Who knows anymore? People have been know to take
offense and the slightest thing anymore and seek revenge ranging from
harassment to physical violence. All over accidents less that this. I have
heard of two men working together all morning and shooting it out over
a bicycle left in a driveway by mid-afternoon." He said cautiously.
" Well, I am sure that I would not harm anyone over a harmless
accident. Malicious vandalism is another matter all together. That is why
I say that they person who did this must have done it on purpose." She
defended.
" I am only pointing out that it may not have been done
intentionally." He rationalized.
" Do you know anything about this?" She asked directly.
He knew she had seen him this morning so pretending to know
nothing about it at all, might be hanging himself. He replied. " I thought I
heard something this morning when I was outside, but that is all I know."
Her expression never changed. She still wore the subtle smile
she had greeted him with. She said. " Hmm. That is too bad. I shall have
to replace the statue and I would have liked to make the guilty party pay
for a new one. Perhaps I will catch the them sooner or later."
" Maybe." He said, with a sigh of relief. She bought his story
about knowing very little about it. He was actually feeling pretty
confident about removing suspicion that he even helped her remove the
statue from its pedestal and place it in the garage when she asked him for
help. He figured that it would even help cover his tracks a little better
since the guilty party wouldn't be willing to hang around long enough for
her to get suspicious. By sticking around, her suspicions would be
averted because she would think that if he were guilty that he would not
want to help her out.
It didn't take too long, but the statue weighed a lot more than
he had imagined it would have. He actually broke a sweat moving it.
After it was safely in the garage, she invited him in for a cup of
coffee. He normally wouldn't have accepted a hot drink on a warm day,
but she was offering, and he did want to put her more at ease about his
involvement, and he seemed to suddenly develop a taste for coffee at that
moment so he agreed.
He had just finished the last of the coffee in his cup and stood
up to leave, feeling as though he could now get back to work without his
mind drifting. As he thanked her and made his way to the door, he began
to feel stiff in his joints. With each step, his movements became more
and more restricted until he could barely move at all. He soon realized
that even his restricted movements were slowing to a halt. He had but to
reach out and turn the knob and open the door and he would be free of
this woman. Seconds ticked as his hand slowly moved less than half an
inch. Then the movement slowed to a quiver.
Old Lady Winters sat watching the whole scenario play itself
out. She waited until even the quiver stopped. Then she stood up and
walked to where Michael was standing. " I'm afraid that you won't be
going anywhere, any time soon." She said with a giggle.
She reached into a near by drawer and retrieved a pair of
scissors and began cutting up the sleeve of Michael's shirt. She began
talking to him as she worked. " You see, it wasn't bad enough that you
broke my statue. Then you wouldn't even own up to it. I knew it was an
accident. All I wanted was an apology, perhaps an offer to help replace
it, but an apology would have sufficed. I waited until I saw you later in
the day and again you would not admit to your transgression. Then to
add insult to injury, you boldly denied, not only having anything to do
with it, but even knowing anything about it. This angered me more than
anything else you might have done. It was then that I decided that you
would take her place in the garden." By this time, she had removed his
shirt and undershirt and was now working on cutting his pants off of
him. " Oh, don't worry, I can repair Starlette. It is but a small task. I think
as a reward for being such a faithful guardian of my garden, I will allow
her to live your life. As the female she is, of course. It also a small matter
for me to change everyone's thinking to believe that Michelle, not
Michael was living up the street. Your mother will not remember having
a son, but a daughter. You, on the other hand, will replace Starlette as the
guardian of my garden. There really is nothing for you to guard against
since you would be powerless to prevent anything from happening. You
will just be there to add atmosphere to it."
She had finished removing his underpants as well as his shoes
and socks. She touched his forehead and his body started moving on its
own and followed her down the stairs and into the basement of her home.
When he was where she wanted him, she touched his forehead again and
all movement stopped. Not that it mattered since he had no control over
his movements anyway.
Now he was scared. He was learning the truth in the rumors
and it was not a pleasant lesson. He could only hope that she was just
trying to scare him a little. Surely, she would not want his tall manly self
to dominate her garden. He would tower over everything. " That must be
it." He thought to himself. " She must be trying to frighten me. In a little
while, she'll release me from this spell and warn me not to cross her
again. I will then apologize and be on my merry way. Getting home will
be a little tough since she cut my clothes up, but I'm sure I could manage.
Then! Then, I will move far away from this place and never look back."
If it was fear she wanted to instill in Michael, she was doing an excellent
job. Not being able to move on his own was bad enough, but all her talk
about making him become a statue in her yard was scaring the hell out of
him.
She stood in front of him and raised her hands and began to
speak very softly. He could barely hear that she was speaking let alone
what she was saying. She had moved slightly to the side and he could
still see her out of the corner of his eye. He also noticed that he could see
his reflection in a large mirror on the wall.
He tried to calm himself down a little by once again
rationalizing his situation and comparing it to the laws of possibilities. "
There is no way she could turn me into a marble statue. I AM human
after all. It's impossible to turn living tissue into stone. Oh sure, I can
move a muscle on my own, but that is because she slipped me a
"Mickey". She must have put some kind of drug into my coffee to cause
temporary paralyses. She must have touched a pressure point to get my
body to respond. Very soon, I will regain control of my body and she
will have to confess that it was all a hoax to frighten me into
apologizing."
As she continued to make chanting sounds. He noticed that he
felt like he was being crushed. No, more like compressed. He focused on
his reflection in the mirror and discovered that he was now about the
same height as the woman standing next to him. It was then that he
noticed that the reflection of the woman next to him appeared to be
extremely old and even looked decrepit. Out of the corner of his eye, he
focused on the woman and she looked just as she had when she first
spoke to him this afternoon. She looked to be in her mid to late fifties
and most, yet the image in the mirror looked ancient. I focused his
attention on his image in the mirror and found that it was now slightly
smaller than that of the woman's. Not only was his stature smaller, but
the rest of his body appeared to have shrunk symmetrically with his
height. He still had the same proportions, they were just smaller in size.
He continued to watch as his reflection continued to shrink. It
soon became apparent his reflection was nearly a foot shorter than the
woman's reflection and the rest of it stayed in proportion. Soon it was
closer to two feet smaller. He guessed that would make it about three
foot tall, about the same height as the statue that the woman called
Starlette.
Finally the woman stopped her chanting and he sense more
than see that she was tired. He heard her step away from him and heard
what he guessed to be a chair legs scrape on the floor.
He heard the chair slightly grown as though it didn't want to be
sat on and he figured that she must have sat down to take a rest. He had
been standing there for quite some time and estimated it to have been
about an hour to an hour and a half. " Funny." He thought again. " What
ever it was should be wearing off by now..." Fear was beginning to grip
him once again.
His thoughts were interrupted by the woman talking. " Well,
we're about half way finished." She was out of breath. " What's the
matter? Nothing to say?" Her breath was coming a little easier now. "
Oh, why would I think you anything to say now? You're more afraid of
me now than you were before... Besides, it's not as though you could
answer me if you wanted to, huh?"
She stood up and walked in front of him. He was finally able to
see her. It was then that he found true terror, because he could now see
that she really was two feet taller than him. Somehow, she had shrunk
him down to the size of the statue he carried from the garden.
" This was really happening to me!" His mind screamed. " She
is really turning me into a statue! Oh no! Now what!... No wait." He tried
to collect himself. " I am still human. This is probably just one of the
influences of the drug she slipped into my coffee. This can't be real...
Can it?"
He continued to stand there frozen. Then again, what else
could he do? She said. " Okay? Ready for the next part?" She waited a
moment and answered for him. " Ready as you'll ever be? Okay then,
let's get started shall we?" She giggled again. She reached out and took
hold of his manhood and whispered something under her breath. He
could feel himself become erect. He could also see it in the mirror. Then
she raised her hands over their heads and once again began to chant.
It began as a burning pain in his lower stomach and quickly
spread to his crotch and then to his stiff member. He wanted to double
over, but was powerless to do so. All he could do to not loose
consciousness was to concentrate on his reflection in the mirror. He
watched in horror as his penis began to loose even more size than it had
when he had shrunk. It was still hard, but continued to get smaller. He
also noticed that his scrotum was shriveling. As his penis continued to
melt away, his scrotum began to take on a different look. It seemed to be
stretching further between his legs and then appeared to be separating as
his penis became only a nub that looked as though it was slipping
between the folds that his scrotum had become. It wasn't long afterwards,
that he began to recognize it.
His mind reeled. " Oh no, not a pussy! I've got a pussy." He
whined in his mind still unable to utter a sound. " This has to be an
illusion." He told himself. The reasoning was beginning to loose its
weight. It was becoming apparent, even to him, that he was becoming a
female the same size and shape as Starlette.
He felt his waist constrict and an expanding feeling shrouded
his hips and buttocks. He felt a sensation that was hard to describe run
through his legs and feet. Then the same sensation traveled up his torso
and was replaced by the feeling of expanding in his chest. He watched in
the mirror as twin mounds began to swell on each half of his chest. As
they swelled, his nipples expanded and took on more definition. They
were also rigid.Finally, the swelling ebbed and there were two smallish,
firm breasts capped with expressive nipples.
" Tits! I have tits!" He cried to no one but himself. " Will this
humiliation never end?!"
The odd sensation returned, moving up his chest and down
each arm, leaving feminine smoothness in its wake, his limbs became
delicate and fingernails took on a slightly longer feminine shape. Then it
slithered up his neck and he could feel it spread out over his face as he
felt and watched his facial features soften and become finer. They could
even be described as dainty. He looked at the reflection and saw that he
was not a copy of Starlette. His features were different. If he had to
compare them, he would say that they were even more alluring than
Starlette's. He felt an itching in his scalp and felt a slight tickling on his
back and shoulders. He checked the mirror to confirm what he already
knew. His hair was growing out. He thought it would have been blonde,
but it remained the same dark brown it had been when ordeal began. It
cascaded down his small shoulders and stopped just short of the middle
of his back.
If he was still able to move, he would be paralyzed in shock.
He couldn't believe he had become the beautiful creature reflected in the
mirror. As things settled down, he felt his hips shift a little to change his
center of balance as they tilted slightly forward.
The woman once again stepped away from him and found her
seat. He could hear her breathing hard without her talking to him this
time. While she rested, he studied himself in the mirror.
" This is unbelievable! I have become a vision of loveliness."
He thought as he took it all in, from his long wavy hair to his dainty feet.
He was now the epitome of femininity. He was now a she with an
innocent looking beauty. He was a little frantic seeing that she had not
only shrunk him, but changed his sex as well. He tried not to think about
it. He knew that they had been there quite some time during his gender
change.
Finally, she stood up and touched his forehead. " Come my
child. It is time for you to take your place in the garden." He followed
her up the stairs and out the back door of her house. Night had fallen and
it was under the cover of darkness that she led him to the pedestal and
directed him to stand on it. She touched his forehead again and he stood
still.
She posed him the way she wanted and stepped back and
waved her hand toward the wall of the house and a mirror appeared. He
wanted to die when he saw that she had arranged him in the same
feminine pose as his predecessor for all the world to see. She raised her
hands and chanted again, only shorter this time. Then she lowered her
hands and said. " In the morning we'll see who is the kook my little
marble beauty. Oh, you are right, you're not marble now, but
tomorrow..." She turned and walked back into the house.
It was a long night for Michael. By the light of the moon, he
could see his complexion becoming lighter and lighter. Soon his skin
began to take on a polished sheen. The sun was coming up when he
realized that the mirror on the house reflected a marble statue of female
sensuality. He was now a she and she was made of stone. If she could
have cried, she would have. There was no denying it now with her sex on
display for the world.
A short time later, Old Lady Winters came out to admire her
new center piece. She walked around the small statue a couple of times
and finally said. " Well, well. You sure did turn out nice. I am really
pleased with my sculpting this time... Oh don't worry, it won't be so bad.
You'll get used to it after a while and who knows, my anger with you
may dissipate in a year or two, you never know..."
She turned and walked into the garage. By late afternoon, she
emerged and went into the house for a few minutes and went back to the
garage. Several minutes later, two women exited the garage and walked
over to the statue on the pedestal. " Mrs. Winters, I am so sorry for what
I did all those years ago. I am just glad it is over and thank you for my
new life."
The young woman, who strongly resembled the statue Michael
had broken, looked up at her replacement and said to the older woman.
"She really is lovely. I agree, you really out did yourself on this one."
She seemed to think for a moment and added. " You know, I remember
who this was. He couldn't seem to get enough of looking at me. I'm sure
she'll enjoy looking at herself in the mirror for a while. What have you
named her?"
The older woman thought a moment and said. " She is so
beautiful I'd like to name her something very pretty to match her looks...
I know! She's as pretty as a Lilly. Her name is Lilly."
The young woman smiled and curtsied. " Pleased to meet you
Lilly. I hope you will not only have a pleasant stay in the garden, but a
short one as well." On that note, the women went into the house and a
short time later, the young woman known as Michelle left and Lilly
watched her walk to her new home.
Lilly did learn to enjoy her new lot in life, at least until the day
that she too could leave the garden. Even if she had to leave as a female
it would be blessing enough. Day in and day out, she watched Mrs.
Winters putter around in her garden. She was grateful that the annoying
blue jay that had led to her demise had chosen to move on. That was a
small blessing in itself.
She watched as spring turned into summer and the garden
came into full bloom. She enjoyed the smells of all the different flowers.
After a time, the mirror had been removed. She thought it was nice not to
have to look at herself all the time. Of course, it didn't really matter at
that point since her new image was burned into her mind. She knew what
she looked like and although she had gotten used to it, she still found it
embarrassing to be a man in female stone body and the fact that she was
now just a thing that didn't even have human worth.
Michelle was still a frequent visitor to the garden and she
would chatter away to Lilly for hours. Poor Lilly viewed it with mixed
emotions. She really enjoyed the company, but she hated hearing about
how her life was being lived by someone else. Soon, summer turned into
fall and that was soon followed by winter. Both of those seasons were
very lonely because as the weather grew colder, both Mrs. Winters' and
Michelle's visits grew shorter and less frequent until they were almost
non-existent through the winter.
Finally, the weather broke and snow faded to be replaced by
the greens of spring once again. Michelle and Mrs. Winters began to
return to the garden. During one of Michelle's visits, she told Lilly that
Mrs. Winters had ordered a carved statue to take her place and that she
would soon be free of her pedestal. Of course, she wouldn't be able to
return to her old life, but one would be provided for her.
After such a long time, Lilly finally had something to look
forward to. She waited and watched. A couple of weeks later a large van
pulled into the driveway and unloaded a large crate and took into the
garage. It was still rather cold outside so visits by either Michelle or Mrs.
Winters were still occasional. So it hadn't surprised her when no one
came to help her down. It was a few weeks later, when she heard a lot of
commotion in the front of the house, but she couldn't see around it to
find out what was happening.
Several weeks passed and spring had given away to summer
once again. She wondered if she had been forgotten since she hadn't
heard from anyone in such a long time. She knew that it was much
warmer now and Michelle or Mrs. Winters should have been out in the
garden by now. The flowers had come up on their own and the garden
still looked pretty good for not being tended to. She was actually starting
to worry that something had happened to one of them more than getting
freed.
Summer was in full swing when Michelle finally appeared.
Her eyes were red. It was obvious that she had been crying. She
explained that father time had finally caught up with Mrs. Winters and
that she had died about a month before. She had many things to do as she
was the executor for the estate so she hadn't been able to come to the
garden. She also explained that she did not have the power Mrs. Winters
had so Lilly was therefore stuck as a female nude statue.
She said that she had even more bad news. It seemed that a
great nephew had inherited the house and garden and was planning to
move in with his family with in the week. The nephew's wife had seen
Lilly from the window and took an instant dislike to her full frontal
nudity. Michelle tried to obtain Lilly, but the wife would have none of
that. She didn't want that statue in the same neighborhood that her
children were going to live in so the nephew had sold Lilly to a museum
of art.
As soon as Michelle had finished laying all that out onto poor
Lilly, a truck backed into the driveway and two men got out and came
over to where Lilly stood.
" Excuse me, Miss." One of them said to Michelle. " Is the
statue?"
Michelle said that it was and the younger man said. " Whoa,
what a babe! Too bad she's not real."
The other one said. " Never mind! Let's get this thing out of
here and to the museum. I got a date with a real woman."
They picked Lilly up and carried her to the van. The younger
man didn't miss the chance to cop a feel. To him it was just smooth
marble. To Lilly it was a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. She
loaded into the van where the younger man had as much of his way with
her as he could.
At the museum, she was unloaded and placed on a pedestal in
a small garden outside. As the van drove away, Lilly could hear the call
of a blue jay. It got louder and louder until she felt it perch on her
upturned hand. She looked at it and recognized its markings as the one
she chased over a year ago. It looked her in the eye and then made a
sound like it was laughing. She realized that somehow, it seemed to
know who she was, or who she had been and it was now mocking her.
She looked past that infernal bird, only to see her own naked reflection in
the mirrored glass of the museum. She thought. " Now I know Hell had
come early for me." The jay continued its taunting laugh...
FIN
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