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...I Made It Out Of Clay by Lothvandyr What really bugs me is that, technically, I never actually cheated on my girlfriend. Technically. I suppose one could argue that I thought I was cheating, and that's just as bad.... but I still don't think I deserved what I got. See, I liked my girlfriend, Drew. I really did. She is vivacious and intelligent, and had little use for social conventions. She's fairly short, about 5'2", and not especially skinny, but she's certainly not overweight, either. She's very pretty, with big green eyes and a fair complexion, although I can't say I honestly know what her natural hair colour is. One of her many quirks is that she likes to dye her hair all sorts of strange colours... red, blue, striped, whatever suits her fancy. She keeps it cut fairly short, though, as all that dying tends to damage her hair pretty badly. I always knew she was a little odd -- that's one of the things that initially attracted me to her. She owns a little book shop downtown, specialising in New Age and Occult books. Mostly pretty harmless stuff. She told me she was a witch, too... the fact didn't perticularly bother me (I'm a devout atheist myself), but that's because I assumed that she meant she's a Wiccan. Turns out I was wrong. We had just had a big fight about some stupid triviality -- I can't even remember what it was now -- and I had stormed out of her apartment in a foul mood. I was angry, because things were just starting to get serious between us, and I thought we should be beyond getting into big arguments over trivialities. She had also provoked me into making several nasty comments which I didn't really mean... I insulted her for her religious beliefs, and told her that she was obviously lazy and selfish, or else she would be doing something better than running a flaky little bookshop. Fuming, I went to a bar near the office where I worked as a computer programmer. I didn't particularly like my job, writing low- quality productivity software, but it paid the bills until something better might come along. This particular bar, however, was quite good. Good music, reasonably quiet atmosphere, and pleasant patrons and staff who minded their own business and nobody else's. I sat at the bar and ordered a double scotch. A few minutes later, a breathtakingly gorgeous, tall, well-endowed brunette walked in. I had never seen her there before, and judging by the stares from the other patrons, neither had they. She walked over and sat on the far side of the bar from me. She chatted with the bartender for a while, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. Normally, I wouldn't have tried to listen in, but there was something about her... A few minutes later, the bartender gave me another double scotch. I hadn't ordered one, but just as I opened my mouth to inquire, he said "It's from the lady," hiking his thumb over his shoulder in the brunette's general direction. I looked to see if Drew was sitting at the back somewhere, hoping that she had come to apologise for starting that big, stupid fight, but the only woman I could see in that end of the bar was the tall brunette. The woman made eye contact with me as I was looking in her direction. Being a little shy, I turned my glance down to my drink. When I looked up again, she was sitting down on the empty stool beside me. "Hey, good-looking." she said, "what's a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?" I was speechless. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Now, back then, I wasn't a bad-looking guy, I think, but I was certainly no hunk. I was a bit shorter than average, and not in particularly good shape. I was nearsighted (and I still am), and wore fairly thick glasses. I kept myself neat, and wore nice clothes, but I didn't look like anything special. I could hardly believe that this beautiful woman was coming on to me, let alone imagine why. I probably should have thought things over, but instead I took a big swig of scotch and said "Hi. I'm Mark." "I'm Dana" she replied. Then she leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. Shocked, I took another big swig of scotch. She ordered me another from the bartender, so I drained the one in my hand. She looked at me, then at my third double scotch, and said "Drink up... I have to get going." Not thinking about what she had said, I slammed back the third scotch. She grabbed my hand, tossed some money on the bar, and led me out the doors. I honestly can't say what came over me. I had barely finished my third drink in the last ten minutes, but already I felt quite drunk. I also don't know why I went with her so easily, other than the fact that I was still pretty angry at Drew; somewhere in the recesses of my suddenly- drunken mind, an idea of petty revenge was formulating itself. If only I knew. Dana led me to a nearby hotel, and took me up the elevator. I still didn't know who she was, or why she was staying at a local hotel, or why she was taking me there when she knew almost nothing about me. We went into her room, number 616, and she sat me down on the bed. She closed the door, walked over to me, and started undoing my shirt. My groin began to stir. She looked down at my crotch, then looked me in the eye, and said "why don't you get yourself a drink while I get ready?" I stumbled over to the mini-bar, where there was an open bottle of red wine. I poured two glasses, and took a long draught from one of them. I unbuttoned my pants to release some of the pressure on my suddenly-throbbing erection. I heard the bathroom door open (I hadn'd conciously heard it shut), and turned towards it. Dana was standing in the doorway, fully clothed, looking at my penis sticking out of my pants. She scowled, and looked up at me. I gasped as her features started to fade, and she began to shrink. In a few seconds, she had transformed into Drew. "You prick," she said calmly, "you should know better than to fuck around with a witch." When everything started to fade to darkness, I realised that there must have been something other than wine in that wine. ---------------------------------------- I awoke wondering where I was. I had a splitting headache, and it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkness around me. I was strapped, spread-eagled, into some kind of strange U-shaped metal thing. My arms were bearing most of my weight, and I noticed that they hurt quite a bit. I must have been like this for a while. My legs were strapped, spread apart, near the bottom of the U. I could feel by the air moving across my skin that I was completely naked. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw that I was in a basement of some kind, with cement walls and bare wood supports. The concrete floor beneath me was painted in some kind of strange pattern, but I couldn't quite make it out without more light. There was a table of some sort near the far wall, and there were a lot of oddly-shaped metallic objects hung about the walls. "Hey!" I shouted. "Help!" I immediately realised that this was probably a stupid thing to do.... obviously, whoever had done this to me wasn't particularly friendly. Before I could really start berating myself, however, I heard footsteps from upstairs. I heard the sound of a door opening behind me, and light poured into the room. Someone flipped a light switch, and a bare bulb hanging above me lit up, blinding me momentarily. I blinked a few times, and heard someone coming down wooden steps behind me. I twisted my head around to look, and was somewhat surprised to see Drew walking around to my front. "I'm disappointed in you, Mark." She frowned and shook her head. "Just when I thought things were getting serious between us, you start a stupid fight and go off to fuck another woman. You're just like all men... a big prick, interested in nothing but meaningless sex." "Hey! Wait a second!" I cried, "I wasn't going to fuck ANY.... OWCH!" When I started speaking, she stepped up close to me, and slapped my balls, hence the "OWCH!". "I don't even want to hear it, you bastard," she said, "I know what I saw." She stepped over to the table on the far wall. I saw that it was covered in a dark blue velvet cloth, and had some kind of dagger on it. "I wanted you to be awake for your punishment" she said menacingly. She took something out of a pouch, and walked over to me. I tried to speak again. "Listen, I....", but she promptly shoved some kind of gray object into my mouth. It tasted like clay. I treid to spit it out, but she held it in my mouth with one hand and grabbed my testicles with the other. "It would be really easy for me to hurt you right now, Mark, so don't spit that out or I'll make you sterile. Now be a good boy and watch while Drew does her work." She began chanting in some bizarre language, and danced around in a step I hadn't even seen on a GAP commercial. She began to pull her clothing off, piece by piece. As the pain in my groin subsided, I started to get turned on. She pulled off her panties last, and I noticed that she had shaved off her pubic hair. I didn't know that would turn me on even more, but it did. Now completely naked, she reached up to her hair and pulled it off, revealing a bald scalp underneath. I knew that she wasn't naturally bald, as I had helped her dye her hair on several occassions, but I couldn't even see any stubble... it was as though she had waxed her head. Still dancing subtly, she picked up the knife from the table and walked over to me. She reached towards my crotch, and I pulled my body back. She looked up at me, frowned, and grabbed my testicles again. I started to squirm, and she said "Don't worry, I'm not going to castrate you. I probably should, but I have something much better planned for you." I tried to relax, but that's not easy to do when someone is holding a knife to your balls. On the other hand, it's not like I had much choice either way. The knife must have been razor-sharp, because she started scraping off my pubic hair. She continued shaving down my legs, and over the course of the next couple of hours, shaved my entire body, head to toe, leaving only my eyebrows and eyelashes untouched. My arms were starting to go numb from a lack of circulation. Drew kept humming tunelessly and swaying slightly through the entire process. She then took another ball of clay, picked up some of my hair from the floor, and kneaded it together. She fashioned the clay into a long, narrow strip and bound it about her head. Chanting again, she started to dance around, and finally stopped with a loud screech, facing away from me with her arms outstretched. A strange tingling sensation crept over my body, centering from my mouth. Disgusted, I tried spitting out the clay, but suddenly realised that it was no longer there. It hadn't fallen out of my mouth, but I didn't notice it dissolving, either. The taste of clay still hung in my mouth, but the chunk of clay itself was simply gone. Drew slowly turned around and looked at me. "If you're wondering where the clay in your mouth went, it's probably absorbed itself into your body. I just cast a spell which allows me to alter your body like clay until you leave the pattern drawn on the floor." She glanced at the apparatus to which I was strapped. "Looks to me like you won't be leaving any time soon..." She smiled and let out a wicked chuckle. "What do you mean? I always thought you were a bit of a flake... I used to think it was kind of cute!" I said angrily. "You aren't telling me that you actually BELIEVE any of this crap, are you?" I shut up when I saw her reaching towards my groin again. I managed to get out a frantic apology before she grabbed my penis, but it didn't seem to matter to her. She pulled slowly but firmly on my penis. Agonizing pain began to fill me, but stopped sunnedly a few seconds later. She was laughing. I looked at her, and saw she was staring at my crotch. I looked down, and a wave of bile began to travel up my throat. My penis was somehow dangling between my knees. It must have been three feet long, and was as skinny as a pencil in the middle. She was no longer hanging on to it. "You see?" she said, "You're like clay in my hands as long as you stay in the pattern, and I wear this headband. If I take the headband off, you'll feel perfectly... normal... to me, but if you leave the pattern, you'll be stuck as you are when you leave." She lifted her hands and began to remove the headband. Fearing that I would be stuck with a three-foot long pencil-thin cock, I shouted at her to stop. "Don't be a twit," she interjected, "you'll only be stuck if you leave the pattern. I can put on the headband any time I want to manipulate your body until the spell ends. The spell won't end until you step outside of the pattern, or the pattern is damaged." She put the clay headband on the little table, beside the knife, and then walked back to me. She started to caress my penis. She must have grabbed it just below the tip when she stretched it, because the glans was perfectly normal-looking, except that it tapered down into my bizarre organ. I began to get an erection, but it was different from any I had ever had before. My penis stayed limper than usual, sticking out about 45 degrees downwards. It didn't seem to lengthen a lot, either, although it got about twice as thick around. "How interesting" muttered Drew. She turned back to the table and put the headband back on. She walked back to me and grabbed my penis again, squishing it between her fingers. It hurt, but not as much as before. Quickly and deftly, she balled it up like clay and shaped it back into a relatively-normal looking penis again, although a little longer and skinnier than I remembered it. Of course, that might simply have been due to the lack of pubic hair around it... I hadn't seen my penis looking like that since I was twelve. "This could be a lot of fun," Drew said, "don't you think? I didn't actually expect it to work this well... I was just going to scare you a little, but now I'm starting to get some ideas." She reached up to my belly, which was starting to expand those days due to my lack of exercise and my desk job. She massaged it with her hands, and gradually, and gently, pulled a large blob off. It looked like flesh-coloured clay. She dropped the blob on the floor and re-shaped my stomach into a muscular "washboard" stomach, then stood back to admire her work. I noticed that, moments after her hands passed over an area, it gained a slightly more "natural" appearance, closely mimicking the sculpting she had done on it. "You didn't wince that time... didn't it hurt?" she asked. "No, actually," I replied, "it felt like a nice massage... but can I just say I'm sorry, and end this nonsense?" She grinned evilly and responded "No. No, Mark, I'm sorry, but you were going to fuck another woman, and I don't think I can forgive you for that until you've learned your lesson." She picked up the blob of flesh from the floor, pulled off a piece, and started to sculpt something out of it. I watched her, and realised that she was making another penis and scrotum, quite a bit larger than my own. It didn't quite look real -- it was all the same bland flesh-tone, even at the tip. She held it up to her groin and laughed. Then she took it and stuck it in my forehead. I felt all the sensations I normally felt from my penis and testicles emanating from my forehead, as well, suddenly. The scrotum hung in front of my eyes, making it difficult to see unless I tilted my head. Drew laughed loudly, and said "I'm going to unbuckle you now, but you had better stay inside the pattern unless you want to be even more of a dickhead for the rest of your life." She bent down and began to unbuckle my feet. She slid her hands up my arms to reach the buckes on my wrists, and I felt my body start to sag as feeling rushed into my arms again. While she was undoing the wrist buckels, my feet touched the ground. I had guessed that they must have been at least a foot above the floor before, but now they were touching the ground. Drew undid the last buckle, and I let my arms drop, moaning at the horrendous pins-and-needles feeling rushing through them. I slapped my arms to help the circulation, and wondered as they felt odd. I looked at them, and realised that they had stretched while she was unbuckling me. They weren't freakishly long, I guess, but they felt much longer than they should to me. Drew pushed me gently to the floor, where I sat, stunned. She removed the headband and put it on the table against the wall. She walked back over to me, and began to fondle the penis sticking out of my forehead. I felt a little dizzy as blood rushed into the organ from my brain. The penis grew to erection quickly, and Drew guided my head up between her legs. I felt the strangest sensation of her moist vagina enveloping my forehead, which was now as sensitive as my penis. I guess it was my penis. My other penis grew hard in response. As she began sliding my head up and down between her legs, I grabbed my own penis and started pumping. In a few minutes, I felt the semen shooting up between my eyes as I felt it splattering onto my legs and stomach from my other cock. The sensations were overwhelming, and I nearly passed out. Drew pulled me out of her pussy and stepped back, sweating. "That was nice," she said, "I may just have to keep you like that." Then she stepped around me, gathered up her clothes, and headed back up the stairs. She left the lights on for me, so I looked around. Before she closed the door, I cought a glimpse of the storage room of her shop. I realised that I must be in a secret sub-basement underneath her shop. The walls were covered with all sorts of occult artifacts, many of them very sexual-looking, like wooden dildos engraved with runes. I saw the clay headband sitting on the table, and headed over to pick it up. Suddenly I stopped, and noticed that the pattern stopped about three feet short of the table itself. I wasn't sure I could reach it without stepping out of the circle (forgetting about my newly-stretched arms), and I certainly didn't want this penis stuck to my forehead for the rest of my life. I decided to wait for Drew to return, thinking that I could talk her into changing me back to my normal self and make up with her. I wasn't sure I wanted to be stuck in a relationship with a witch, but it sounded better than having a penis sticking out of my forehead. While I waited, I explored my bizarrely-changed body. My old penis felt a little longer and thinner than it used to, as I suspected, and my arms were each about three inches longer than they once were. It only took me a few minutes to get used to them. My new stomach was nice and supple; the muscles underneath felt real, and I could flex them easily. I could get used to this. The penis on my head was strange, though... it blocked my view, so I don't think I could have seen it very well even if I'd had a mirror. It felt quite large, maybe half again as big as my old penis in both length and girth. I could make out the tip of it, however, and noticed that it was darker than the scrotum hanging in front of my eyes. Before Drew had attached it to my forehead, it was all the same colour. I realised that, somehow, the flesh attached to me would change into whatever it was supposed to represent. Nothing terribly unusual happened as I was feeling it... it was still tired from its fling inside of Drew's body. Soon, I noticed the blob of flesh Drew had left on the floor. I reached over to it, and touched it. It was a bit cool, but I could feel that it was still warm deeper down. It felt just like skin, my skin, but I didn't get any sensation from it. I pulled my hand back, and it clung to the palm. I tried to shake it off, but nothing happened. I tried to rub it against the ground, and it felt as though my palm were swollen and round, and as though I were rubbing my own hand on the floor. I risked touching it with my other hand, and again it felt like my right palm. It didn't stick to my other hand, fortunately. I suppose there must be some residual magic in the flesh even after Drew took off the headband, although I wasn't quite sure how to take advantage of the fact. Especially now that I had a hand shaped like a grapefruit, with the pattern of my fingers rising in bas-relief from its back. I realised that I was terribly tired, so I got as comfortable as I could on the concrete floor and fell asleep. I woke up looking into Drew's face. She was fully-clothed again, but I was still naked, lying on the floor. "Wake up, sleepy-head!" said Drew cheerfully. I reached up to rub my eyes and accidentally hit myself in the balls. Moaning, I put my head back down on the floor. Drew was laughing. "I brought you some clothes to wear," said Drew, "I hope you like them." I looked at the pile of clothes on the floor. Naturally, it was a wide selection of women's clothing, ranging from bras and panties to bicycle shorts and swimsuits. Nothing more substantial than the general range we call "underwear", however. I noticed that Drew was wearing the headband again. She picked up a pair of panties, and started sliding them up my legs. When I started to resist, she gave me a quick slap in the forehead. I yelped and fell back onto the floor. "Why the fuck do you always have to slap me in the balls?!?!" I said. Drew looked at me, but didn't say anything. I reached up to feel my extra penis, and noticed that the scrotum was now smushed flat against my forehead. At least my balls weren't hanging in my eyes anymore. I also remembered the blob stuck to my hand. Drew laughed when she saw that, and let go of the panties, now around my knees. She took both of my hands, and slapped them together. I pulled, but I couldn't separate them. Drew then helped me stand up, pulling me up by my forearms. As I struggled to pull my hands apart, she walked around behind me and yanked the panties all the way up. I shouted in pain as I felt the crotch of the panties pinch my manhood. Drew reached around in front of me, and put her hands inside the panties. "Is this getting in the way?" she asked, as she grabbed my cock and balls with both hands. "I'll take care of that for you." Drew yanked at my crotch. It seems that, although my body was like putty in her hands, literally, that my nerve connections were all perfectly functional. It felt like someone was ripping my penis and testicles off, which is exactly what Drew was doing. As soon as they were pulled off, however, the pain ceased. I reached towards my crotch, but my hands were still stuck together. She pulled the penis and scrotum off of my forehead while I was doing this, and the pain caused me to fall to my knees. I now know that the idea of "fainting from pain" is based more in myth than in truth. Pain wakes you up terribly. Drew mashed my former sex organs into a big ball of flesh, then helped me to separate my hands, adding the blob between them to the other blob she held. I pulled down the panties to see what was there; a little flap of skin was sticking out from where my penis and balls were once attached. Drew reached down and smoothed the spot out; my crotch looked like it belonged on a Barbie doll or something. The sensation of her hand moving across my blank crotch was nice, but not arousing at all, as it should have been. Drew smiled at me, still holding a large blob of flesh in her hands. "You know, you would make a cute woman", she said. She divided the blob into two roughly equal-sized lumps, and pressed them against my chest. I stared, dumbfounded, at the two shapeless blobs sticking out of my chest, while Drew found a bra from the pile of clothing. She told me to hold out my hands; realising that this was probably the only way I was ever going to get my manhood back, I complied. She put the brassiere on me, and began to adjust the lumps on my chest to fill it. She soon realised that there wasn't enough there for much breast at all. She stepped back, and told me to take the bra and panties off. She laughed as I struggled with the bra. I'd taken them off of women before, but never off of myself. I pulled down the panties, wincing at the stretch of featureless flesh that awaited me down there. Drew stepped up to me and started sculpting my body. She was shortening my legs, arms, and torso by pressing down on them and re-sculpting them completely. I silently thanked her for taking those sculpting classes. Soon, she had gathered enough felsh to give me two very large blobs of flesh on my chest; my whole body was shorter and slimmer now, and I had more feminine proportions than I used to. Although Drew's sculpting was somewhat messy, my body parts smoothed themselves out after she sculpted them, and gained a somewhat normal appearance. I say somewhat normal, because they ceased to look like the parts of my body that I was familiar with. Drew also moved a LOT of flesh down to my ass, making it big and round. She sculpted the blobs on my chest into large, high, heavy breasts, although she didn't bother sculpting any nipples on. I watched in amazement as large, dark nipples grew and protruded from the breasts soon after Drew had removed her hands. It seemed that, somehow, her imagination was guiding my physical changes at least as much as her hands were. She then told me to put the panties back on while she replaced the bra. Fearing that she would leave me like this permanently, I did as she said. The breasts were too big for the bra now, so Drew scooped off a bit of flesh from each, leaving a blob of flesh on the floor by the metal U. She circled around in front of me again, and commented that something wasn't quite right. She pulled a little more flesh down off of my stomach, and shaped a little mound over my crotch. A slit started to form at the bottom, but Drew smoothed it out again, leaving a smooth blankness. "That's better," she said, "so now all we have to do is your face." I sighed, wondering how long it was going to take before she thought we were even. Drew spent at least a couple of hours on my face, pinching, pushing, and pulling. None of this was terribly comfortable, but it seemed quite pleasant compared to her yanking my balls off. Finally she stopped, and admired her handywork. "You're very pretty now... it's a good thing you're a little man, because otherwise you'd be a pretty big girl." I don't know how long I had been trapped in this sub-basement, but if you recall, I had a fair bit of alcohol before I got there. I had been dimly aware of the slowly-increasing pressure in my bladder, but suddenly I really needed to go. Really badly. "Ummm... Drew, I really have to pee" I said. Drew laughed. "How are you going to pee? I didn't give you a hole to pee out of." She was enjoying this way too much. I began to get angry, and demanded that she turn me back to normal. Drew frowned at me, removed the headband, and placed it on the table. "Fuck you" she said, and stormed up the stairs. I waited for her to return, but she didn't seem to be coming. Finally, I said "fuck it", and let go of my bladder. Nothing happened. I couldn't urinate. The pressure in my bladder continued to build, and I couldn't do anything about it. It must have been an hour later when Drew came back downstairs. I was rolling on the floor in agony. Drew ran over and asked if I was okay. "No, I'm not okay, you bitch!" I shouted. "My fucking bladder is about to explode and I can't pee! Help me you fuck!" Drew wasn't really impressed with my manner of addressing her, but she must have felt bad about leaving me in agony for so long. She put on the headband, pulled down my panties, and began to sculpt. She said "If you piss on me, asshole, I'm going to make you pay for it!" I concentrated on holding onto my bladder, the pain of which was blocking any sensations from the sculpting she was doing on my crotch. I looked down, and saw she had made a tiny penis out of my mons veneris. It was pathetic, perhaps 2" long, and lacked testicles. She stood up, and said "I'll get you a bucket. If you piss on the pattern, you'll erase part of it, it'll end the spell, and you'll be stuck." She ran upstairs as I tried desperately to hold my bladder. A few drips of urine dribbled out of my tiny penis anyhow, but I caught them in my delicate feminine hands for fear of what they would do to the pattern. It seemed like an age before Drew brought the bucket down for me. I held it up to my crotch with my left hand and tried to direct my tiny penis with my right. I managed to spray all over my hand, but all of the urine got into the bucket. I sighed with the release, but my bladder continued to hurt for several minutes afterwards. Drew, disgusted, took the bucket upstairs to empty it, leaving me sitting on the floor. There was a strip of clay sitting on the floor by my waist. I immediately recognised it as Drew's headband! She must have dropped it while helping me pee in the bucket. I laughed as I reached for it. A few minutes, and I would be back to my old self. I put the headband on, and felt a slight tingling go through my body. I remembered what had happened when I picked up the blob of flesh earlier, and wondered if I would stick to myself any time I touched my body. Cautiously, I clenched my left hand ito a fist. I opened it again, and found that nothing was sticking. I touched my side, and nothing happened. I reached down and picked up the blob of flesh from the floor with my left hand. I dropped it a few inches off the ground, just to see if I could. The blob of flesh fell with a slight squishing sound. I picked up the blob of flesh again, this time with my right hand, and stuck it to my side. It remained there, dangling and shapeless. I grabbed it again and pulled it off, smoothing the skin underneath. It seemed to confirm my earlier theory -- that my own imagination manipulated my body, not my physical act of sculpting. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my own penis. I looked down, and was disappointed to see the pathetic member Drew had given me still dangling there. Apparently, I still needed to sculpt physically in order to achieve any change. I took the blob of flesh and shaped it into a penis, testicles, and scrotum. It didn't look quite right, because of the uniform colour, but I stuck it onto my crotch anyways. It almost immediately gained the colours, and feelings, of a normal penis. It was a bit bigger than the one I'd had previously, but I figured that, if I were to sculpt myself back to normal, I might as well make a few improvements on the way. I also hoped that my pubic hair would grow back... completely bald, my body looked ridiculous. I wished for a mirror as I began to contemplate how I would start sculpting myself back to normal. I decided to start with my breasts, since I could see those. As I started reaching for the fastener at the back, I remembered how difficult it was to reach it last time I tried removing the bra. To my surprise, I had no trouble reaching it at all. I undid it, and slipped it off my arms, noticing that my forearms were slightly bent. I bent them back straight... then I bent my left forearm into a circle. As long as I went slowly, it didn't hurt at all, and my arm bent like rubber. I smiled, and started bending it back. Suddenly, I heard footsteps on the stairs behind me. My heart snak to the pit of my stomach as I realised that Drew had come back almost immediately aafter emptying the bucket. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked. I turned around and looked at her, then smiled and said "I'm putting myself back to normal, Drew. This silliness has gone on long enough." Drew looked at me and started to smile. "You know, all I have to do is scuff my foot across this pattern, and you'll be stuck like that for the rest of your life, headband or no. Why don't you just take it off slowly, and maybe I'll put you back to normal in a day or two?" I looked at her and pondered the situation. I didn't want to be stuck looking like a woman with a big penis, I knew that. Realising that Drew still had the upper hand, I reached up and removed the headband. "That's a good... boy?" Drew said, her voice rising in amusement. "I see you've endowed yourself rather well..." She stepped over to me and took the headband from my hand. She put it on, and reached for my recently-restored penis. I tried to push her away, but my arms just smushed against her as if they were clay. She grabbed my cock and balls with both hands and twisted them off, leaving me on the floor, rolling in agony. Thankfully, the pain started to dissipate as soon as they were removed completely, and my vision started to clear. Drew dropped my manhood on the floor, and reached towards my crotch again. She smoothed it out, and jammed a finger up between my legs. The feeling started out as pain, but immediately changed into something pleasant that I had never felt before. She pulled out her finger, and I looked down in time to see a woman's vagina form itself in my crotch. Drew smoothed my arms out, back to the way they were before I tried pushing her away. She then took a tiny nub fron the end of the penis on the floor, and stuck it in my crotch, near the top of the slit of my pussy. Immediately, feelings of pleasure rushed through me as I felt her hands on my new clitoris. Drew stood up, picking up the remains of the penis with her. She paused a moment to restore the organ to its former appearance, and removed the headband. She started back towards the stairs, and deliberately scuffed her foot across the edge of the pattern. "NO!" I shouted, and rushed towards her. She ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind her, just as I reached the foot of the stairs. I sat down, stunned. I was going to be like this for the rest of my life. Tears started to well up in my eyes, and I fell asleep on the stairs a few minutes later. I woke up terribly thirsty. I didn't know how long I'd been down here, but I hadn't had anything to drnk in all that time. I crawled up the stairs, and knocked on the door. A few minutes later, Drew opened it up and reached her hand out towards me. I took it, and she led me up into the storage room below her shop. She closed the door, and it seemed to become part of the wall behind it. She then led me, naked, up the stairs from the storage room to her office at the back of the shop, then up to her apartment above. She handed me some clothes -- panties, a bra, jeans, and a t-shirt. She also handed me a blonde wig. She spoke to me distantly, as though I were someone she had just met on the street, explaining that she had gotten me a fake ID, driving permit, and college diploma -- in computer programming, the same diploma as I had before. She told me she never wanted to see me again, but that she would serve as a job reference for me if I wanted, saying that I had worked in the shop part-time for two years while I went to school. I looked at the driving permit she gave me, and saw that I was named Marcia Wermann, 20 years old, fresh out of a 2-year college degree. I got dressed, took the things she had given me, and walked out the door. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't bitter about the experience, but I have to admit that my new life as a woman is slightly better than my old life. I got a job programming computer games -- with precious few women in the business, I was a hot catch for a company pursuing an "affirmative action" employment policy. I work much longer hours than I used to, but I'm making a lot more money, as well. I had to bleach my brown hair blonde as it grew back in, but no hair ever grew back in the placed where I had been "sculpted". This was fine for the most part -- I only had to shave my armpits -- but I've never gotten used to my bald crotch. I expect that I'm sterile, too... I haven't had a period in the two years since I was transformed. I had sex with one man, and I orgasmed, but I couldn't get rid of the dirty feeling for weeks afterwards. I suppose I'm still a heterosexual male inside, but I haven't worked up the nerve to find any lesbians who might be interested in me. I haven't been in touch with Drew, either, but I suppose that's for the best. When I went missing, the police investigated. They discovered my fingerprints in a hotel room near my office, but never found my body, so I was declared dead. I can't go back to my old life anyhow, and I've gotten used to this one, so I guess I should stop living in the past. I've also gained a new interest in the occult, particularly magic.... (the end)