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Samantha
by Rachel Ann Cooper 1998
This is a short love story with a twist.
When I graduated high school, college was not an option. We just didn't
have the money. But, the local community college did offer 2 year
associate degrees and some professional degrees. I went in and got their
brochure in March of my senior year. They offered a lot of courses, but
I had always wanted to be a dentist. I guess the closest I was going to
get was to be an assistant or a hygienist. I voted for hygienist as
that was very often a deal where you worked in a dentist's office but
were essentially self employed. As I found out from my own DH, she
didn't have to work every day. In fact, the office was closed on
Wednesdays. They only worked four days a week and were very well paid.
So, that's what I enrolled in and came to be very glad I did.
The very first week of classes, I saw this really pretty girl with long
strawberry blond hair in a couple of my classes. And she was also in my
lab class. I couldn't believe my incredible good luck when she was
assigned to be my lab partner. Of course, the school offered very low
cost dentistry so that we could get some practical experience and learn
our technique, but that would come later.
We introduced ourselves and I told her my name was Greg Peterson. Hers
was Samantha Willows. Over the next few months, we became good friends
and began spending some time together outside school. At first, I
wouldn't have called them dates, but along about January of our first
year, I did ask her out on a formal date. One of the things that I
really liked about her besides her beauty and personality was the fact
that she was quite feminine, and shunned the sloppy look of jeans, a T
shirt and sneakers when away from school. No matter when I would see
her, she at least had on a nice blouse, slacks and maybe a low heeled
pump or dressy flats. That was as masculine as she ever got and a lot
of the time, she wore skirts and dresses, even at home. Well, my Mom
had always worn dresses at home too, and I appreciated it. I'd rather
look at pretty clothes any day as opposed to jeans and sneakers on a
girl. Big corporations know the secret. Packaging is very important.
We continued to date. I was seeing her at least three nights a week
besides at school and one day it dawned on me. Greg, you're in LOVE
WITH HER and so I decided to tell her. We had just come back from a
movie to her apartment, which she shared with her Siamese cat, Merlin.
In an atmosphere of candlelight and music, I garnered up the courage to
tell her. She was already in my arms and looking up at me (I'm 5'9" and
she is 5'6"), she said, "Greg, are you really, REALLY sure about that?"
I thought that was a little odd but responded, "yes, absolutely." And
she said, "well, I feel the same way. If you will accept a little gift
from me, I think we could have a beautiful life together."
I had not asked her to marry me and had not given her a ring, but she
went to her bedroom and came back with a ring box and told me to open
it. Inside was a gold ring with the most beautiful opal stone I'd ever
seen. I think they call them 'fire' opals. She said, "this is for you
honey, a symbol of my love," and she placed it on my right ring finger.
It was exactly like the one she wore. It appeared to flash brilliantly
as she put it on me and it seemed a little too large, but by the time I
left for home, I realized I must have been mistaken as it now fit
perfectly. If anything, I might have trouble getting it off.
As we continued to share school and dates, I was falling harder and, in
March of the following year, knowing that graduation was near, asked her
to marry me and gave her an engagement ring. It was a family heirloom
belonging to my grandmother, very ornate with a nice sized center stone.
She accepted and said she loved it. Believe it or not, that was the
first night that I ever slept with her (or any other girl) as I was, at
20, still a virgin. Needless to say, I felt very inadequate but she made
me feel, as always, at ease, and told me what she liked and I pleasured
her. It was wonderful. Her mother had put her on 'the pill' when she
was 16 because she was so attractive and we knew each other was disease
free, so we didn't make any stops along the way. She had a well
developed body, not a skinny model but one that measured 34C-24-35 and
she seemed willing to share all that she had with me.
Between then and graduation, she would occasionally get me so bothered
that we would end up the evening in bed and I was becoming a little more
confident, although she took the lead as often as I. We decided to wait
until we both were established in an office and had a little extra money
before we got married. Again because we were young and frugal, we had a
civil ceremony at the county courthouse with a few of our friends from
school and immediate family as witnesses. We were working and just took
a long weekend as a 'starter' honeymoon. We planned our vacations for
the same time and that would be the real one. I had been living at
home, so I moved into her apartment and there was plenty of space. I
didn't have much really, in the way of life's accumulated 'stuff.' My
wardrobe was a little on the bare side too.
Samantha was always consistent and never changed her style, which told
me that her very feminine dressing nor keeping that beautiful body in
shape was not designed to 'catch a fly.' She did it for herself and I
came to find out, it went right down to the skin. She wore sexy
lingerie too and it was not wasted as I admired her half naked as well.
She never had a problem with her weight and made sure we ate right and
took supplements because we needed to keep up our immune systems being
around and so close to our patients. As our one year anniversary
approached she said I looked a little tired and starting giving me
another supplement but as she saw me improve, stopped them the day of
our anniversary. She said I didn't need them anymore telling me that
they had done the trick. I was looking much better to her and I do
admit that I felt very well indeed. Our anniversary was a beautiful,
candle light night and as we made love that night, I could swear that
there was actually an aura around us. The darkened room practically
glowed.
It was three weeks later when I said something about it to Samantha.
I'd noticed last week but wasn't sure. "Honey, do I look alright to
you?" "Of course," she said. "Well, I think I'm shrinking." "Really?
You are too young for settling of the spine but just in case, you'd
better go get an x-ray and make sure. That was a good idea and I made
an appointment. A week later, I asked her to measure me. The x-ray had
been normal. Even my clothes were feeling larger, even my shoes. Sure
enough, I was now only 5'8" tall. There was no logical explanation. I
felt just fine, better than usual in fact. Samantha was sympathetic and
she put new hems in my trousers and uniforms for me.
Over the next few weeks, I continued to feel like I was getting not only
smaller but that things about my not very macho body were also taking on
new dimensions. My hands, never overly large, a plus as a hygienist,
now seemed more slender and my nails were growing out some which,
strangely, didn't bother me. In fact, I shaped them in a surprisingly
feminine way. Strangely, the ring she had given me, as well as my
wedding band, remained a perfect fit. I had to crank my stool up
another inch and by the end of February I was having to wear heavy socks
to keep my shoes from slipping off. I always wore white slip-ons. I had
to go out and buy a couple new sets of whites in a 34 shirt and my
pants, once 34 by 32 were now 30 by 30. Whatever this malady was, I
wanted to slow it down.
Samantha suggested lifts in my shoes, an idea I really didn't like.
Then she suggested that I change my style of duty shoes. We went to
Kmart and, rather than look in the men's, she took me over to the
women's department where I found some for only $20 a pair. They had
almost a two inch wedge heel and felt very comfortable. I felt a little
self conscious trying on white nurses shoes but my wife was with me and
besides, I knew guys who were nurses. Since my dress and lounging shoes
were similarly affected, I also chose a couple pairs of women's loafers
and they fit very well also. She advised me to only buy one pair and
see how I liked them. Good advise. So now, with my new sized clothing,
I felt a little better but the staff did notice the change in my duty
shoes. One of the D.A.s just said, "cute" and that was the last of it.
I continued to shrink. For some reason, I had let my nails grow out a
little more and had given myself a decidedly feminine manicure and put
on three coats of Hard As Nails. These were no longer the hands of a
man. They were...pretty! Samantha, sweet thing, brought me home a nice
ladies sized wrist watch in stainless and gold for my now too small
wrist for a men's watch. This was something right out of a science
fiction book. The same D.A., Alice, noticed. "Nice nails Greg. New
watch?" "Uh, yes. Samantha bought it for me." "It looks better on you
than that big one did. You have such pretty hands." "Uh...thanks."
What else could I say?
I had worn a man's size 8D shoe, which would be about a 10C in a
woman's. I was wearing a woman's 8B, which meant that my male size was
now a 6C and hard to find. My hips seemed to stay the same at 36" but
my waist continued to shrink. It was now 27". My rib cage and shoulders
even seemed to be getting smaller. I began to wonder if Merlin was
going to be bigger than me. My mind shot back to a couple of old movies
about incredible shrinking people.
The first week of March, it began to happen. My face, still somewhat
boyish at age 21, seemed to be rearranging. My cheekbones seemed
higher, eyes larger and almond shaped, smile wider and lips fuller, chin
more pointed, neck longer and my ears even seemed smaller. In fact my
whole head seemed smaller and my hair was growing like mad. My Adams
apple had all but disappeared and my voice, never deep, was becoming a
smooth mid range alto. I was beginning to get 'ma'am' on the 'phone.
My feet were still shrinking and I went to thick socks again. And yet,
I didn't panic. I should have been on 2mg. Ativan panic attack medicine
but I didn't need it. Samantha was not in a panic and this had to stop
somewhere. At this point, she suggested that I get my ears pierced and
it just seemed quite an acceptable idea. Having to face the staff at
work, I opted for the plain gold ball studs while they healed. And my
manhood was also shrinking and would only spring to it's former self
when we made love. This in itself was terribly peculiar. As any man
will tell you, a really pretty girl can set them off to a tightening in
their britches. I was having trouble finding it to stand and pee, so I
began sitting down and wiping like a girl. I didn't want to wear my
heavy socks all the time, so Samantha said that I might as well try on
some of her shoes. The ones with open toes like sandals fit fine and so
did her slippers. My appearance, never the epitome of masculinity, was
now very androgynous and leaning the wrong way and then it happened.
I began to grow breasts. There was no mistaking it. This was not sloppy
old gynecomastia. They were perfectly proportioned with increasingly
large aureole. Every morning I would look in the mirror and see new
growth. By the next week, Samantha suggested I start sleeping in a
nightgown and wearing a camisole to work in order to keep down the
abrasion . I had no problem with this and I continued to fill up the
bodice. These were the real thing and it was so fast. I grew three
years worth of bosom in three weeks. The end of the first week, I went
out and got myself a sports bra to hold them in at work. Of course, both
the bra and the camisole showed through my uniform shirt and I got some
really interesting looks from the rest of the staff but they kept their
tongues in check.
My waist was now 24", hips 35" and bust 34C, the same as Samantha. I
bound it at work with the tightest sports bra I could stand and began
wearing a lab coat to hide them. Of course, I couldn't hide the hands,
feet, face and hair. And I was now 5'6", exactly the same size as
Samantha. I could now wear anything she owned and she began to encourage
me to raid her closet at will. What else could I do? It was obvious
that for whatever reason, I was turning into a girl. Never in my life
had I ever heard of someone spontaneously changing sex and yet, here I
was, looking every bit a young, attractive woman. If mom had a girl, I
guessed this was what she would have looked like, a bit like Mom only
prettier. What was this going to do to my job, my relationship with the
dentist and the staff and my client base? What I really couldn't
figure out was how well Samantha was taking all this and why I was not
tearing my now luscious long hair out by it's auburn roots. For
whatever reason, I actually LIKED what was happening even though it was
totally weird and I had never had a thought in my life about consciously
doing something like this.
I was a bit sheepish about this, but Samantha was helpful and patient
with me and I did, after all, think she had great taste and I loved
seeing her in her dresses and heels, especially the 3-4" sexy spikes she
liked so much. She loaned me a bra, garter belt and a slip, had me pick
out a dress and showed me how to put on stockings over which I then
pulled up a pair of satin panties which had virtually no more manhood to
conceal. I gained a new appreciation for sexy lingerie that day and
found I loved the way it felt on me even more than the way it felt on
Samantha. Then she chose a pair of high heeled pumps to go with that
dress and I slipped them on while sitting on the bed with my legs
crossed at the knee. Gazing in wonder at my new self in the mirror, I
ran my hands over this now very female shape and when I got to my bosom,
felt aroused. My nipples sprang to attention and I got a very peculiar
feeling in the pit of my stomach. I began to feel good about myself
again for the first time. From then on I did begin wearing her clothes
at home and out after work as anything else looked ridiculous on me.
Samantha was very sympathetic and helpful and we discussed my ability to
remain in my profession as a male. She convinced me to try a little
lipstick and blush. It looked nice. It tasted good. I liked it.
I asked her if she thought I had stopped shrinking and she said, "yes,"
as if she actually KNEW this to be a fact. I asked her how she knew and
she replied, "I just know." The prognosis was not good and she offered
to show me the proper use of cosmetics and the fundamentals of hair
styling. None of what had happened to me had escaped the attention of
the staff where I worked but there was a new level of friendliness
between me and the technicians and office staff, all women. At first,
they had been taken back. Now, they had become overtly friendly as
though I was now a member of 'the club.' I guess I WAS at that! The
dentist only cared about my abilities as a hygienist and was, therefore,
nonplused, at least, that's what I thought. However, during a time when
neither of us had patients, he called me into his office and closed the
door.
"Greg, your work is good, you have a gracious chair side manner and we
like you and so do your patients but this appearance of yours, well, I
think it's time you changed your uniform style and start wearing a bra
that doesn't choke you. I don't understand all this, but it really
doesn't matter to us here. When you start in next week, you may as well
look like who you seem to be, a woman; earrings, makeup, skirt, white
heels, whatever you like but only clear polish on the nails. A French
manicure would be acceptable also". I was floored, stunned may be a
better term and I couldn't speak for what seemed like at least a half
minute as the tears welled up in my eyes. He said, "please don't cry
dear. Sex changes are not as odd or rare as they once were. Here's a
tissue. Dry your eyes. You and Samantha should probably think of a new
name. Greg isn't going to cut it anymore, is it?" Finally regaining
some composure, I said, "You couldn't be more right, Dr. Johnson and
thank you so very much for being so understanding. My next patient
should be in the waiting room so I'll get back to work." I didn't even
try to explain all this to him. How could I? I didn't have any answers
myself, only questions..
That night, we did discuss this and since this all took place like
magic, I thought that Genie, might be cute and appropriate. We both got
a good girlish giggle out of that as I once again noticed that my voice
had seemed to have slipped up just another notch, and that night I
became Genie Louise Peterson, taking my mother's name for my middle one.
We would have to get an attorney and petition the court. She said it
wouldn't be a problem. I brought up the issue of my parents. She said
it wouldn't be a problem! She always had such self assurance. How
could she possibly know that with such certainty?
My hair pattern had become totally female as my forehead advanced and my
pubic region was a man's worst nightmare. It sported a mere nub and
really looking more like Samantha's, and had been surrounded by folds
of labia, for want of a better word and the scrotum seemed to have
become part of this while the jewels had been sucked up into my body.
There was an opening there now and it was getting bigger, deeper, moist.
I pointed this out to Samantha and she said, "honey, don't worry, you
will always be able to be my husband when you want to be but by Monday,
your female organs will be complete and you will need to go the
gynecologist and be examined. "You mean complete as in able to
conceive?" "Exactly." "How do you know all this?" Again, all I got
was, "I just know. The doctor's statement will insure that you will get
your name change with no problem." And still I did not panic because
when we made love, Greg's love muscle returned to normal for the
duration and then became my clitoris again. Finally I asked Samantha if
she knew what this was that was turning me into a woman and why she, and
I , for that matter, was remaining so calm about all this.
"And how do you know that my organs will be complete by Monday? Are you
a witch or something?" "Or something", she replied coyly! "Then you
cast a spell on me?" "Yes." "For heaven's sake, why?" "Remember when
you told me you loved me and I gave you the opal after asking you if you
were really, really sure?" "Yes." "The ring holds the spell. You
cannot take it off and I know you don't want to so its a moot point."
"This is what you've always wanted and I love you and had the power to
make your dream come true." Just like that! She was a white witch!
"But, how did you know? I didn't even know. Did you read my mind?"
"Of course, silly. I always knew that you really appreciated my style of
dress and one day, before you told me you loved me, which I had nothing
to do with by the way, I reached into your mind when I noticed you
admiring my dress and as I recall, my 3 ? " red patina heels and heard,
and I quote, "Man, I've wanted to look like that since I can ever
remember. She's so pretty and sexy. I'm a lucky guy. I shouldn't be
complaining. (You then let out a sigh and said) well Greg, you may as
well stop dreaming. This is as good as it gets. It isn't in the cards.
Besides, you're too tall."
"Well, darling, I shuffled the cards for you. Now we have identical
bodies and you can wear all the pretty things you always wanted to and I
can still be made love to with Greg's male member or not, if you wish.
It will return on demand." "When you return to work as Genie, I want
you to be complete. I want to give you all the experiences you missed
growing up a boy and all the knowledge you would have acquired as you
became a woman. Would you like that?" "Will they really seem like my
own experiences?" "Absolutely. The face in the mental pictures will be
a version of you as you are now."
"Please Samantha. How do we do it?" "Let me get something." She
returned with an orb and placed it between us on the dining room table
then lit two candles and turned off the lights.
"Now Genie, hold my hands and close your eyes and believe it or not,
this will only take five minutes. When we are done, you won't have to
give a second thought to any of your words or actions. They will all be
completely female. There are a few quirks built into the spell. The
ring insures your fidelity to me. You cannot even think of being
otherwise. However, I want you to experience lovemaking as woman,
because you deserve the full experience. I have a handsome single friend
who has never seen you this way and he will take you out on a date and
you may sleep with him and fully experience our joy of womanhood.
However, you cannot get pregnant unless I will it and who knows, I just
may do that. Also, after this next experience, the next time you open
your mouth to speak, it will be with an unmistakable female voice. Your
singing range will be soprano to E above high C, a little higher than
mine, and I know that you would like to sing in the church choir and now
you will be able to and be a soloist." I gratefully took her hands in
mine without saying a word and closed my eyes. I guess it was something
like dying. Thousands upon thousands of words and images flashed by at
light speed and yet I felt them all and that I actually had those
experiences; school, girlfriends, boys, clothes and hair, cosmetics,
family relationships as a girl, all of it seemed real. Each picture had
a book of text with it and I archived it. And then, it was over. I
opened my eyes and they saw with a woman's eyes this lovely witch that I
had the good fortune to marry. I arose, walked in a perfect female gait
in my dress and pumps around the table, took her in my arms and kissed
her with great tenderness. I could feel her reading my mind and in my
mind I heard, "you're welcome darling."
The End.
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