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No Turning Back part 1 of 2 By Morpheus I clenched my fists together, staring intently at my wife Evelyn who had a look of fury on her face. Her soft brown hair was swept backwards, though several strands fell across her pretty face. And even from her shorter height of 5 foot 6, she still made quite an intimidating sight. "You fucking bastard." Evelyn screamed, advancing towards me menacingly. "I can't believe you were sleeping with that fucking tramp. How could you?" Stepping backwards, I carefully kept my eyes on Evelyn, grimacing while she continued her violent ranting. Then finally I spat out, "Shut your trap, you stupid bitch." Evelyn's mouth dropped, though this time there was no sound coming out of it. "At least she was a better fuck than you." I sneered, looking over Evelyn's rather attractive figure, "And a hell lot better built too boot." Evelyn looked furious, clenching her own fists. "BASTARD" She screamed out, grabbing the small glass figurine from the table top and throwing it at me. Somehow the figurine missed me and smashed against the wall, sending a small scattering of glass across the floor. "What are you going to do, hit me again? You....you....." "Is that the best you can do?" I taunted her, raising my hand and getting ready to strike. Then suddenly I heard a loud knocking coming from the front door. "What the...?" I asked, glaring towards the door, annoyed at the distraction. For a moment, I just stood there, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath while I tried to calm down. When I opened them up again, I saw that Evelyn had already moved to the door and was opening it up. "Oh, hi." Evelyn said with a grin on her face that showed no sign of the fury on it just a minute before. Then Evelyn stood back while a very pretty 19 year old girl stepped in. She was dressed in jeans and a pastel T-shirt, had short bleach blonde hair and a ring through her nose. "Hi sis." Evelyn's sister Samantha said, giving my wife a quick hug before glancing in my direction. "Hey Sammy." I nodded towards her, using the same nick-name that Evelyn always used for her kid sister. Sammy nodded back towards me, then looked at Evelyn. "Are you all right?" Sammy asked her. With a quick nod of her head and a grin, Evelyn assured Sammy that she was just fine. "Why do you ask?" Giving a faint shrug, Sammy asked, "Have you talked to Mom yet about Dad's birthday party?" I turned away from my wife and sister-in-law with a sigh while they walked into the kitchen to continue their birthday plans. I shrugged and sat down on the cough, grimacing at the shattered glass scattered all over the carpet near the wall. Then glancing back towards the kitchen, trying to hear Evelyn and Sammy talking though it had no good. Absently I thought about my sister-in-law and smiled faintly, wondering just what kind of hair-brained stuff she was up to this time. As long as I'd known her she'd always been a little weird, or as Evelyn preferred to say, eccentric. The fact that last month she'd been arrested for indecent exposure during some sort of new age ritual she was trying always brought a smile to my face. Finally after about ten minutes, Evelyn and Sammy came out of the kitchen, their birthday party plans apparently finished. "See you later Sammy." I called out as she left. "You can count on it Carl." Was all she said in response, grinning at me slightly before walking out the door. Once Sammy had left, Evelyn and I stared at each other for a long moment before I finally said, "Damn. You didn't have to throw that thing at me." Evelyn looked at the dent that she's inadvertently left in the wall and sighed. "I know, I know. I just got a little carried away." "Well try not to get so close next time, all right?" I smiled at Evelyn and then shook my head, chuckling slightly as I picked up the script for the play that we'd just been rehearsing for the local college. "Well, we'll have to practice again later. For now we'd better get this all cleaned up." "Oooh." Evelyn teased me, grabbing my arm tightly and planting a kiss on my cheek. "I so love it when you take charge." Then she started laughing as she walked away to get the broom and dust pan. Shaking my head again, I dropped the script back onto the table and started towards the vacuum cleaner. -------------------- "Hey Carl." I heard someone call my name. I looked up from my desk and saw Smitty McGowen, the office gossip monger. His pudgy frame and balding head were clearly visible as he hurried past the other desks to mine. If anything, he reminded me of nothing more than that short bald guy that they used to have on Seinfeld. "Did you hear the news?" He asked excitedly. I sighed, trying not to show my annoyance as I looked up from stuff I was working on and gave him my attention. "What news this time?" I asked him half heartedly, not really wanting to know but knowing that he'd tell me anyway and the sooner I could find out the sooner I could get rid of him. Smitty looked nervous for a moment, glancing around as if he expected to get in trouble at any moment for what he was about to day. "They're going to cut down on the office staff." "Layoffs." I gasped in spite of myself, suddenly afraid for my job. I'd only been working for the company for a just over a year so I suspected that I'd probably one of the first cut if they did do another round. At that Smitty nodded vigorously. "That's what I heard. Somebody up top thinks it'll save the company some bucks." I groaned at that, but listened as Smitty continued with that and the rest of his gossip. So far in the past he'd had about a 75% accuracy rate so I figured that there had to be at least some truth his what he'd told me. Unfortunately though, what Smitty had said kept me worrying throughout the rest of the day. Every time I thought about it, I had to keep reminding myself that I was only 27 years old and shouldn't have too much trouble finding another job if I had to. Hell, I could probably get one of those cushy ones where I could do all my work from my home PC. However, the thought of having to go through all the trouble of finding another job was what really worried me. As embarrassing as it is to admit, I am a little bit lazy that way. When I finally got sick of worrying about losing my job, I used an old trick of mine that had helped me deal with countless problems before. I closed my eyes and slowly counted to ten while taking slow deep breaths. As soon as I opened my eyes again I smiled, my worries about my job no longer a problem. I'd let them slip away with the reminder that they were unimportant. That I could deal with that problem if it ever occurred but that I had other things to deal with at the moment. It was with a much refreshed mindset that I returned to work. -------------------- I glanced over at the small bundle of roses that were sitting in the passenger seat of my car and smiled to myself. "Evelyn is going to love these." I said aloud, pleased that I'd thought to stop by the florist and pick them up. I was even more pleased with myself since it hadn't been because of any special occasion, but just because I wanted to. I just wanted to see the look on Evelyn's face. Still grinning to myself, I looked into the rear view mirror to make sure that I was presentable. After all, I was about to surprise my wife and wanted to make sure that I looked my best when I did, if only on principle. Once I'd made sure that I was ready to go, I picked the roses off of the seat and started towards the front door, eagerly anticipating Evelyn's reaction. "Honey, I'm home." I called out as I stepped inside, holding the roses behind my back. Evelyn stepped into view with a big smile on her face. "How'd your day go, hon? "Not bad." I told her, still grinning. "Not bad at all." Then with a flourish, I pulled the roses out and held them out to Evelyn, bowing slightly and saying, "A rose for the lovely lady." "Oh my." Evelyn exclaimed with a look of pleasant surprise on her face. I grinned happily, loving the look and her obvious happiness. "They're gorgeous." She gushed, grabbing the flowers then throwing herself against me for a hug, though she nearly knocked me over while doing so. "Thank you." I just smiled and held Evelyn close, enjoying the warmth of her body and the smell of her hair, both of which were getting me excited. Suddenly Evelyn pulled away from me with an odd look on her face. "What's wrong?" I asked curiously. But instead of answering, Evelyn just continued to look somewhat surprised and curious. Or more precisely, as if trying to figure something out. "Evie?" I asked again. "I...I don't know." she answered hesitantly. Then when she looked at me again, her eyes went wide. "Carl...." she gasped out, pointing at my chest, a look of surprised disbelief on her face. "What?" I looked down, not seeing what she was pointing to at first, but then I did and gasped in surprise myself. "What...?" I gasped again, this time touching my chest, or more precisely the two small bumps that were beginning to push out from my chest. The tissue that met my fingers beneath my shirt was soft but firm at the same time, and undeniably attached to me. It was like I was swollen up from a bee sting but I sure as hell knew that I hadn't been, especially not on both sides of my chest. Hell, it didn't take me too long to realize that the swelling looked almost like I had a small pair of tits or something. As startled as I had been by the two bumps that had somehow appeared on my chest, that was nothing compared to what happened next. Suddenly a wave of absolute pain shot through my entire body. I gasped out in agony, wanting to scream but unable to get enough air into my lungs to do so. All I could do was drop to my knees while Evelyn was crying out my name in panic. Then, just as I thought it couldn't get any worse, I could actually feel my very flesh starting to crawl. Not like the shivers you get when afraid, but actually moving and shifting across my bones. Just as suddenly as it started, the pain stopped, but the completely alien feel of my own flesh moving around on me continued. "Oh my God." Evelyn cried out, panic clearly visible in her eyes. "Carl? What's happening to you?" "I don't know..." I managed to answer weakly. "Keep away" I warned her when she tried touching my shoulder, fearing that whatever was doing this to me might be contagious. Weakly I managed to look down at myself, and when I did I couldn't help but gasping yet again. The two swellings on my chest were bigger now and even more obvious. They were pushing against my shirt, showing two large nipples poking through as well. "Oh shit." I muttered, no longer able to deny that they did indeed now look like a pair of tits. And what was more, I quickly noticed the rest of my clothes weren't fitting right either. "My God Carl," Evelyn whispered, staring at me in disbelief. "You look like....like...like a woman." I winced at her words which so clearly echoed my own fearful thoughts. And the pulling sensation in my crotch seemed to agree with. A quick hand down the front of my loosening pants verified that fact, much to my growing horror. "What's happening to you? What's going on?" Evelyn continued quietly. "I don't know." I whispered again, this time hearing the sound of a woman's voice. "I just don't know." I stared down at myself for a moment, more terrified than I'd ever been in my entire life. The panic was strong and coiled up inside of me like a giant snake, about ready to suddenly snap and lash out of control, though I somehow managed to keep it down, if only barely. Gulping, I saw a similar look of terror and confusion in Evelyn face, but quickly turned my eyes away, unable to face her at the moment. Somehow though It was easier try facing the strange changes that had come over my body than it was to face my own wife. "Shit." I whispered, tearing off my clothes and dropping them to the floor. They no longer even fit me and were somewhat uncomfortable in places. I winced with every inch of skin that was exposed and even more so each inch proved more and more how I'd been changed. When all my clothes were off and piled on the floor, I stared down at myself with my panic once again threatening to overwhelm me. "Oh shit." I whispered, "Oh shit." Now I no longer had any doubt whatsoever that I had indeed, for whatever reason, suddenly turned into a woman. I not only had the breasts on my chest, but a vagina between my legs. A real one as far as I could tell, much to my horror. Finally I looked up again, realizing that I'd almost forgotten about Evelyn while I'd been looking at what had happened to me, whatever the hell that had really been. The look on Evelyn's face shocked me back to my senses, though just barely. She was staring at me in horror, looking almost as if she was the one about to panic. "Evie?" I asked her gently. "Are you all right?" Evelyn giggled almost hysterically as she nodded her head. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" "Uh huh." I gulped, staring down at my very feminine looking hand again. "Shit." I muttered again, looking back at Evelyn who seemed to be still in shock. "I...I..." I stopped, not sure what I could possibly say. I turned away from Evelyn again and stared at my chest...at my crotch, caught in a maelstrom of confused emotions. And when I hesitantly touched my...vagina, I felt my own hysteria start to burst forth. "Carl?" Evelyn whispered while I started to panic. I could see her own beginning to come out as well and wished that I could comfort her, but I couldn't even comfort myself. Somehow, though I wasn't sure how, I managed to raise enough self control to close my eyes and start counting to ten. With every count I took a slow deep breath, and as I let it back out the tension seemed to flow along with the air. Finally, after what seemed a long time, I opened my eyes again and looked at Evelyn, still confused and afraid but no longer allowing those feelings to control me. I was the one in control, not my emotions. "It's all right Evelyn." I lied, slowly putting my arms around my wife and trying to comfort her. Trying to put aside my own fears enough to comfort hers. "It'll be all right." After awhile Evelyn pulled herself away from me and then wiped the tears from her eyes. "What the hell happened to you?" She took a deep breath, "You changed...right before my eyes. This kind of stuff just doesn't happen." "But it did." I told her quietly, knowing that I certainly wouldn't have believed it myself if it hadn't happened to me. I had no clue as to why I'd turned into a girl, but there was no doubting that I had. "Aliens, weird science experiment, God's will, magic.... I just don't know how this happened, " I gestured down, grimacing as I did so, "but it obviously did. Now we have to deal with it." Evelyn smiled weakly and nodded agreement "You're right of course. But you....." She broke off, unable to finish the rest. "I know." I told her quietly, trying not to think about just how uncomfortable I felt. It was almost like I was a stranger in my own body. Hell, I was a stranger to my own body. My crotch felt empty, my hips stuck out, my ass felt huge, and there was the weight hanging off of my chest. I didn't think that I could possibly be more uncomfortable if I'd been turned into a cat. However that thought sent a chill down my spine, making me grateful for the moment that I was at least still human if nothing else. Then suddenly another thought occurred to me. I was still human, but I had no idea what I looked like anymore. At least other than being...well being a girl. By the time I got to the bathroom I was dying of curiosity, though I wasn't quite about to admit it, even to Evelyn who was following close behind me. I paused at the bathroom door, taking a deep breath and then stepping inside to confront my reflection in the mirror. The sight that met me made me gasp, though it was more from the fact at how similar I was to my old self than how much I'd changed. I still had my blonde hair, though now it had grown down to just past my shoulders, which felt quite a bit different from its usual short style. My face looked much softer and definitely more feminine than normal, showing not the slightest trace of my usual faint stubble, but it was still my face. Or at least the face I assumed that I'd have if I'd been born a girl instead of a boy. My breasts were about a B cup, and about the same size as Evelyn's, which was at least what she told me. And I also realized for the first time while standing next to my wife that I seemed to have lost some height, going from 5 foot 11 to around 5 foot 9. All in all, I was fairly pretty, but no supermodel, which was just fine with me. I didn't think that I would have been able to handle that. "What's happened to you Carl?" Evelyn asked me yet again as we left the bathroom, and I once again shook my head, not having a clue and suspecting that there wouldn't be any way back to normal until I at least found that much out. Looking down at my naked body in embarrassment, I coughed. "Um...Evie....um, I don't think that my clothes will exactly fit me right now. You don't suppose....?" Evelyn giggled, actually smiling for the first time since I'd suddenly changed. "Actually, I do think that you might look good in one of my mini skirts." She giggled again, developing a mischievious look in her eye that I wasn't quite sure that I liked. "I don't think so." I told her firmly, then smiling at her. "How about some jeans and a T-shirt for now?" At that, Evelyn was almost pouting. "You're no fun at all." Then smiling again, she started towards our bedroom, this time with me following her. "This should do it." she told me as she set some clothes on the bed, looking a little thoughtful. "At least these should be closest to your size. These pants were always a little big for me." I thanked Evelyn, then bent over to give her a kiss but she stepped back out of my way with an uncomfortable look on her face. "Just get dressed." I nodded and started putting the clothes on, grimacing when Evelyn handed me a bra. "There's no way I'm going to wear this." I told her firmly, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I said so, or at least trying to with the obstructions that were now in the way. "Suit yourself." Evelyn answered with a shrug, absently tossing the bra over her shoulder. "But when your breasts start to hurt you might change your mind." I seriously doubted that but wisely kept my mouth shut. At least she wasn't about to flip out anymore, which was almost more than I could say for myself. It wasn't easy to keep pushing off my fears and focusing on the present. Once I was dressed I felt a little better, or at least not quite as self conscious. Being turned into a girl was hard enough, but being naked.... I wondered why I'd bothered to hurry and get undressed in the first place since I definitely didn't want to stay that way. But with a shrug I pushed it out of my head for the moment and went back into the living room with Evelyn. I sat down on the couch, feeling extremely odd. My butt felt huge, making it almost feel as if I was sitting on a pillow as well. But while I was trying to get comfortable in my seat, Evelyn started picking up my clothes from the floor, and much to my sadness, the roses as well. Somehow they'd been trampled in the middle of the confusion and forgotten on the floor. "My God," I whispered to myself, closing my eyes and trying to stay calm, "what am I going to do? I can't be a girl. I can't...." I gulped as my fears and confusion started to advance again. "No." I snapped at myself, forcing them down again. "Be practical." I was not about to let myself fall all apart, no matter what had happened to me. But still, it wasn't all that easy. When Evelyn sat down on the couch next to me, I scooted over close to her, wanting to hold her...needing to hold her. "How could this happen to me?" I asked her as I tried holding her. Almost as soon as I tried touching Evelyn, I was startled to have her pull away from me. "I can't." she said. "I....I just can't touch you that way right now." "What?" I gasped, feeling hurt by her rejection. Evelyn had a few tears in her eyes and she looked at me sadly. "I'm sorry." she whispered. "But I...." Then shaking her head, she forced herself to look me in the eyes. My heart ached at the look in her eyes. I saw the love that was normally there, but something else as well. Disgust? I wasn't sure. "I love you." she said quietly, "But...I'm not interested in girls. I'm not attracted to you Carl, not now. I can't feel that way about a girl." "Evie...?" I whispered back, feeling tears threatening to come from my own eyes. Oh God, I thought to myself, realizing for the first time that I couldn't be her husband anymore. That things would never be the between us if I couldn't somehow get back to normal. "I'm sorry." was all Evelyn said, though she did reach over and hug me, but not a hug of passion. More of a comforting sisterly hug. "I'm so sorry." I was as well though I didn't let Evelyn see how much. As much as I disliked it, I couldn't blame Evelyn in the least. Then suddenly both Evelyn and I bolted straight up as one of the worst sounds I could have imagined hearing at that moment came. Someone was knocking on the door, and rather insistently at that. "Oh shit!" Evelyn and I exclaimed at the same time, both jumping off the couch and staring at the door, wondering who it could be and knowing that now was definitely not the time for visitors. But before either Evelyn or I could get to the door, it suddenly swung open and in stepped a very familiar figure. Sammy grinned evilly as she looked straight at me. "So Carl, how do like your punishment so far?" "Punishment?" I gasped, shocked that she not only recognized me but seemed to have had something to do with my condition. Sammy just stepped forward, "Now you'll get what you deserve. I can't' believe that I thought you were a cool guy. But now...now you'll never hit Evelyn or cheat on her again." Evelyn looked at me with confusion clearly visible in her eyes. Then turning back to her sister, she suddenly got angry and demanded, "You did this? What did you do?" For a moment Sammy seemed surprised by Evelyn's reaction. "I got even with him for you." she explained a little more hesitantly. "I overheard you arguing yesterday about his...." she glared at me, "his cheating on you, so I used some magic from a book I found and..... If you tell me who she was, I can get her too." Sammy looked at Evelyn hopefully. I just stared at Sammy, too stunned to speak. My own sister-in-law had done this to me. Then it was Evelyn who surprised me next by walking up to Sammy and slapping her across the face, "YOU IDIOT!" Evelyn glared furiously at her sister, while Sammy stepped back, looking completely shocked by that. "We weren't arguing," Evelyn explained in a cold hard tone that nearly sent shivers up MY spine, "you...you." Evelyn paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. "You remember that drama class Carl and I were taking at the college? We were practicing out lines for a play!" Sammy just stood there with her mouth dropped open, staring at Evelyn in disbelief. "No." she said quietly, glancing quickly at me. I just glared back at Sammy, more than just a little angry. But I didn't dare do anything or I knew that I'd lose control. Instead I took a deep breath and continued to stare at her. "Oh no." Sammy said again, this time with a look of horror, guilt and shame appearing on her face. "What have you done?" Evelyn demanded again. But before Sammy could answer, she demanded, "I don't know how you did this to Carl, but you'd better turn him back NOW!" "But I was trying to help you." Sammy whispered staring at the floor, unable to look at either Evelyn or myself. "I thought...." "Help me?" Evelyn snorted. "By turning my husband into a woman?" Sammy nodded again, then Evelyn told her. "Change him back." Sammy looked at Evelyn for a moment, and then me. I just glared at her, trying not to say something that I might possibly regret later. Then the words that came next sent a shiver down my spine that I'd never forget. "I can't." Sammy said quietly, the tears now beginning to flow. "WHAT!?!" Evelyn and I both demanded at once. I stepped over next to Sammy, having nearly every intention of wringing her neck until she changed me back but Evelyn put a hand on my shoulder and stopped me. I glared at her for a moment, then feeling guilty for taking my anger out on Evelyn, even in such a small way, I nodded and stepped back slightly. "And why the hell not?" Evelyn asked. Once again Sammy stared at the floor, until I repeated my wife's demand. Then Sammy looked at me, the guilt on her face obvious. "The book said...." Sammy looked up and met my eyes. "One of the rules is that a spell once cast can not be uncast. It can be added to and sometimes modified, but a spell can never, ever be broken." "You can't break the spell?" I demanded in stunned disbelief. I could feel my heart racing so fast that I was sure it was going to explode. But gulping, I closed my eyes and slowly started counting to ten. "I mean..." Sammy said, "you can put loopholes and stuff in spells when you make them so that they can be turned off, but that's part of the spell, not breaking it. Like having to kiss a frog or something." "Isn't that kissing a princess?" I asked, feeling a bit calmer and more in control again. "Same thing." was Sammy's reply. "It doesn't really matter what it is, it's just a way to have a spell end when a certain thing happens. When some condition is met. The book says that most spells have something like that put in them." "So what's my condition?" I asked hopefully, "Do I have to kiss a frog?" I asked that half jokingly, though I was very serious on finding out what it was and doing it. Even if it was something as gross as kissing a frog. Sammy shook her head. "Speak up." Evelyn told her firmly. "How do we turn Carl back to normal." At that Sammy looked like she was about to burst into tears even more. "I can't." she cried. "When I made the spell I was in a hurry and I didn't think that I'd want to turn him back. I didn't put any loophole." Sammy looked up, her guilt filled eyes pleading with me for forgiveness. "It's permanent. There's no turning back." My mouth dropped open and I stared at Sammy with renewed horror as he words sank in. "No turning back..." The words sent a chill through my very soul and for a moment I thought that my heart had stopped beating. "I'm so sorry...." Sammy cried again, though I no longer paid any attention to her. Instead, I slowly walked over to the couch, too numb with shock to think clearly. I dropped onto the cushions and just stared off into space, my thoughts swirling around and around. "Carl..." Evelyn said, gently touching my shoulder, though I didn't respond. "Oh Carl..." Then, when I looked up and saw the horror stricken look on Evelyn's face I forced a smile. Taking a deep breath, I once again forced my fears and horrors to the side, knowing that in time they would fade. At the moment, it was much more important for me to deal with the problem, to deal with the fact that I was stuck rather than moaning about it. "I'm all right." I told Evelyn quietly. "Just a little shocked is all." That was more than an understatement. For the next several minutes Evelyn and I just held each other, though it was only a comforting embrace. I could tell from my wife's touch that there was no passion involved at all, and I knew that there wouldn't be. When I looked up at Sammy, I tried not to feel too angry with her, but it wasn't easy. What was done was done, and now I had to deal with it. Somehow. However, as I looked at Sammy, the irony of the situation was not lost on me. I was the one that had been cursed by her magic, but her...the one responsible for it, she was the one on the floor, crying hysterically. Finally though the sight got to me and I even started to feel sort of sorry for her. "Come on Sammy." I told her as I gently helped her off the floor and let her to the couch, "This crying isn't going to accomplish anything. You say I'm stuck, well now we've got to figure out what to do. I sure as hell can't go to work like this." I gestured down at myself in distaste. The fact was, I couldn't help but remembering my conversation with Smitty earlier that day and how worried I'd been about my job. Now I no longer had to worry, I knew that I couldn't go back for a fact, though not for any reason that I would have imagined then. "It'll be all right." Evelyn said gently from beside me. "Maybe." I told her, not really convinced of it. Then I started thinking aloud. "Maybe I can work from home and send in my reports. Or maybe I'll have to get some fake I.D. or something." I let out a sigh, knowing that I'd have to think about it more later on when my mind was a little clearer. "Since we're being so practical all of a sudden," Evelyn said firmly, "maybe we should start with getting you a new name." She paused for a moment, almost as if the words hurt to say. "I certainly can't call you Carl in front of other people anymore." I nodded my agreement, grimacing slightly as I did. Change my name? The thought was repugnant. It was who I was, my identity. Perhaps even more so than my face and body. No, I definitely did not want to change my name, but couldn't help agreeing with the need to. "I know." Evelyn suddenly exclaimed proudly. "From now on your new name is Carla. It's close enough to your old one that you shouldn't have any problems." Wincing at Evelyn's proclamation, I snapped, "No thanks. Carla may be the girls version of my name but it sure as hell isn't me. Hell, Carla sounds like someone that should be hanging around a bar or something." I paused, definitely not liking Evelyn's suggestion. Then after thinking about it for a moment, I knew. "Robyn." I said quietly. "That's my new name." "Why Robyn?" Sammy asked, finally looking at me again. I just glared back at her. "Because," I answered firmly but quietly, "that's what my Mom always wanted to name her daughter." I stopped there and gulped, remembering just how much my mother had wanted a daughter. She'd already had the name planned, but after 3 boys, the girl she wanted still hadn't arrived and she'd had to give up trying. I frowned, sadly remembering how she had passed away several years ago. But now, for some reason, using that name felt right. Besides, it was a hell of a lot better than being called Carla, even if that was closer to my real name. After a long moment of silence, Evelyn nodded. "It's nice. I like it." She smiled sadly, but when I tried to put my hand on hers, partly to comfort her and partly for my own comfort, she pulled back. I felt disappointed and a little hurt, but I didn't say anything. However, the look in Evelyn's eyes seemed to say "I'm sorry." Once again we all sat there for a long time, Evelyn and I on opposite sides of the couch. I could tell that she wanted to comfort me, but at the same time my change had freaked her out, almost as much, if not more, than it freaked me out. I looked over at Evelyn and she turned her head, unable to look me in the eyes again. "We can't keep this up." she finally said, turning to look at me again. "If this is....permanent..." She gulped, then continued, "If you're like that for good, then what about our marriage? I can't be married to another woman." I winced at the question, having thought of it myself but dreading the answer. My suddenly changing meant more than just losing my body, my name and my job, but losing Evelyn as well. I glared down at the breasts that were poking out from my chest and felt disgusted at their presence, knowing that they were keeping me from the woman I loved. But at the same time, I also realized that I had to go to the bathroom, much to my embarrassment. "Just great." I grumbled to myself as I got up. "Where are you going?" Sammy asked me in a quiet fearful voice. "None of your damn business." I snapped at her, feeling more than a little humiliated as I stormed towards the bathroom. As soon as I was inside the bathroom, I locked the door behind me and then turned and faced myself in the mirror again. The pretty blonde girl that looked back almost made me think that there was someone else in the bathroom. My own face was a stranger to me and I grimaced, slowly undoing my pants and sitting down on the toilet, reminding myself that I was going to have to get used to this. My empty crotch met my eyes and my fingers, but I tried not to dwell on that, only doing my business and then wiping myself dry. When I returned to the living room, I heard Sammy talking to Evelyn, explaining how she'd stumbled onto some sort of magic book in an old used book store several weeks earlier and had practiced with some of the spells that she'd found within. I listened to this all silently, wondering if there might possibly something else in the book to help us out. "I don't know." Sammy answered when I'd asked her, "I don't think so, but I can look." She smiled faintly at that, looking almost as if she felt a little more hope. I just snorted, still more than a little annoyed with her self righteous spell casting. "I'll look." she promised me. Evelyn looked thoughtful, and somewhat nervous. Then finally she spoke up. "I want my marriage back." Evelyn gulped, glancing between Sammy and me. "If I can't have my Carl back to normal...." she paused again, staring intently at Sammy, "I still love him and that won't change, but we can't stay together like this." Then taking a deep breath, Evelyn asked Sammy, "Can you turn me into a guy so that Carl....Robyn and I can still be together?" "Evie." I gasped, surprised at her request. Sammy paled intensely. "But sis...." "Can you?" Evelyn demanded again. "Yes." Sammy answered quietly, her eyes staring down at the floor. "I can do that." "The hell you can." I finally said, standing up as I did so. I looked at Evelyn and then Sammy, putting my hands on my now much larger hips and glaring at them. "I appreciate the offer Evelyn, but it won't do any good. We'd still have the same problem." I paused for a moment and looked her right in the eyes. "I may have a girls body, but I've still got a guy's mind. I sure as hell don't want any guy, even if it is you. I like you just the way you are now." "Carl." Evelyn whispered, tears beginning to come down her cheeks. "I guess I should say Robyn." She sniffed and then gave me a weak smile. "I just thought..." "I know honey." I told her, walking over and giving her a hug. She nearly pulled back for a moment, but then she started hugging me back. Sammy stood up, still looking pretty guilty but more self composed now. "I'm sorry." she said again. "I'll go try and find some way to help, but I don't know if I'll be able to. The book's not in great shape and......" She stopped, then said, "I'd better be going." And with that, Sammy hurried out the door, leaving Evelyn and I alone. No Turning Back part 2 of 2 By Morpheus That night, neither Evelyn or I were very comfortable, for obvious reasons. My own body felt completely alien to me, though oddly enough, not nearly as alien as I would have expected in some ways. My chest had the extra weight and pushed out, my butt was big, my hips were wide and then of course there was the odd feelings from my crotch. But as uncomfortable as my own body had become, the fact that Evelyn was uncomfortable just looking at me was even worse. I sat on the other side of the couch from Evelyn, and though I desperately wanted to embrace her, to absorb what comfort I could from her touch, I couldn't do so again. Every time we touched, I could feel Evelyn pull away from me, even if she didn't seem to realize that she was doing it. And each time, I could feel a stabbing pain shoot through my heart. As I stared at Evelyn, sadly remembering how my plans from earlier had fallen through, and knowing that now they'd never happen. There would be no more romance, and that hurt me more than I could say. And what was more, while I stared at my wife, imagining what should have happened, I was slightly started to realize that I could feel my nipples getting harder. At first I was confused, then remembering that this was normal for women, which I now was physically, I blushed in embarrassment. Even more so as I noticed an unfamiliar warmth beginning to form between my legs. For a long time I just sat where I was, half tempted to start playing with my nipples. Only the fact that I was completely embarrassed to even have them, much less touch them in front of Evelyn kept me from doing so. Finally though I couldn't take it any more and got up, leaving Evelyn in the living room while I went to the bedroom. It was with a strong feeling of self conscious embarrassment that I closed the door and started stripping out of my clothes. "God this is weird." I told myself when I finally stood there naked. I'd never felt quite so strange in my entire life. When I looked between my legs, I gulped, seeing that I had indeed started to get wet. Nervously touching myself there, I shivered at the unbelievable sensitivity. "Oh God." I muttered, gasping for breath. Then, I hesitated for a moment before nervously touching my nipples. God, they were incredibly sensitive. More so than any part of my body used to be. Without even consciously thinking about it I found myself rubbing my nipples and my breasts, quietly moaning as I did so. I won't go into details, but over the next half hour I masturbated intensely, orgasming not just once, but three times. The experience was absolutely amazing and unlike anything I'd ever felt before. But as good as it had felt, that didn't mean I still didn't want my own equipment back. And more importantly, even though I had definitely enjoyed the powerful new sexual feeling, there was still something missing. Something vitally important. Evelyn. It was with tears of loneliness filling my eyes that I fell asleep on the bed. -------------------- "Are you all right....Robyn?" Evelyn asked me, the concern evident in her voice as well as her face. She put a hand on my shoulder and gave a weak smile. "I know this is hard on you." "I'm fine." I told Evelyn with a faint smile of my own. It wasn't exactly true, but I wasn't about to go all weak in the knees and cry my eyes out. Damn it, I may have had the body of a woman but I sure as hell still had as Evelyn would call it, my "macho pride." I looked at Evelyn and then out the living room window, wondering how long until Sammy arrived, yawning as I did so. My first night as a woman hadn't given me the greatest sleep. I'd tossed and turned too much, my unfamiliar curves waking me up every time I rolled onto my stomach to sleep. Fortunately though I did manage to get enough to keep going, even if I would have liked a little more. Then finally she came. Sammy's car pulled into the driveway and a minute later she was inside the house with us. "Here it is." Sammy said hesitantly, holding a very worn looking book up that seemed to be something out of a movie. It was only an inch thick, not counting the faded and cracked leather cover, and the pages all seemed somewhat yellowed with age, though that was only what I could see of the edges. Sammy frowned, refusing to look me in the eyes as we went and sat down in the living room. Once we were all seated, Evelyn demanded, "Well? Did you find any way to turn Carl back to normal?" The guilty look in Sammy's eyes was all the answer I needed, but she said it anyway. "No. There's no turning back." I winced at that, even though it was already what I'd expected. Letting out a sigh of disappointment anyway, I knew that I'd have to get used to being a woman. To being Robyn. "Isn't there anything you can do?" Evelyn asked, the disappointment clear in her voice. Sammy gulped, then opened the ancient looking book and set it down on the coffee table in front of us. Curious, no...more than curious, I looked at the pages. They seemed to have been hand written but were very clearly written. At least what I could see was. It was also quite obvious that the entire book wasn't all there. Nearly a third of the pages seemed to have been damaged from a fire at some point, and other bits were faded with age. However obviously enough of it had still been readable for Sammy to learn to do magic and cause the whole mess. "I know it's in pretty bad shape," Sammy apologized, "but it's not quite as useless as you'd guess." She gave a weak smile. "Mostly that part is just other types of spells, at least from what little I can see. Most of the stuff about transforming people is still there, it's just the turning people into animals and lead into gold stuff that's missing." I grunted at that, thinking that being able to turn lead into gold would definitely come in useful right about now, but I didn't say anything about that. "Well?" I asked, gesturing towards the book. With a nervous smile, Sammy flipped through some pages. "I can't help you very much," Sammy admitted sadly, "but I did find something that might be a little useful. It's a curse." "A curse?" I growled skeptically. "What the hell good is another curse?" At that, Sammy smiled a bit more confidently, almost mischieviously. For a minute all the guilt almost seemed to have been replaced with excitement. "A curse is no different from any other spell. It's just the point of view that makes it into a curse." Sammy looked straight at me then added, "I hear that there are lots of guys that would actually kill to be in your position right now." I grunted, kind of doubting that. "Well, what is this new curse that you found?" Sammy looked rather proud as she admitted, "Partly found, partly modified." For a moment she just stared at the book, then continued, "Everybody has both male and female essence mixed in their bodies. It's just the percentages that change from person to person. The spell...." Sammy gulped, looking apologetic once again, "The spell I cast on you before reversed it in your body, turning you from male to female. But like all women, you still have some male essence in your body." "So?" I interrupted. Then Evelyn put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a look that warned me to pay attention. Continuing as if I hadn't said anything, Sammy said, "I can't do anything to fix that now. It's permanent. But what I can do is cast another spell that lets you take all of your male essence in your body and focus it. That's about all I can do." I looked at Sammy for a moment, considering what she'd just said, then finally asked, "Just what does that mean exactly?" Sammy blushed, then admitted that she wasn't completely sure herself. Just that it was the only thing she could think of that might help me at all. I grunted at that, wondering just what another one of her spells would do to me. I was definitely worried about it, hell I was even terrified, but I sure as hell wasn't going to admit that to them. Apparently noticing my...discomfort with the idea, Sammy beamed proudly, "I can modify the spell. I can fix it so that you can turn it off if you don't like it. It'll be easy." She paused for a second and a slightly less confident look appeared on her face. "I think." "But that still won't help our marriage, will it?" Evelyn asked quietly, looking at me with tears once again threatening to come. I could see the love in her eyes and didn't doubt that I still loved her just as much as always. I still wanted her just as much as always as well, which was the problem. Sammy shook her head. "No. But it might help a little." Then Sammy looked very embarrassed all of a sudden and leaned over, whispering something in Evelyn's ear. Evelyn's eyes widened and she looked right at me for a moment, blushing a little herself. "I'll think about it." Evelyn promised Sammy, making me wonder just what the hell they were talking about. "Well?" Sammy asked me hopefully. "Do you want me to try the spell on you? I mean, there won't be anything to lose since I'll put in the clause so we can turn it off again." I stared at Sammy, wondering if I should trust her...if I could trust her. After what she'd done to me I wasn't sure that I could forgive her so quickly, but almost in spite of myself I realized that I was already beginning to. It had been a misunderstanding, at least in part. Taking a deep breath, I glanced over at Evelyn nervously and then back at Sammy. "All right." I told her finally. "Just be careful. I don't want anymore...accidents." "Are you sure about this?" Evelyn asked me nervously. I could tell that she was worried about me and I felt better for knowing that she still cared. I told her no, but that I didn't think I really had much other choice at the moment. She nodded understandingly. Since I'd made up my mind, Sammy picked up the book and flipped it through some pages. She quietly read the page, intently studying the spell I assumed. Then she looked up and gave a weak smile. "So, what should we use as a switch?" I frowned at her, realizing almost immediately that she was referring to the loophole that she'd mentioned earlier. "Well I sure as hell don't want to have to kiss a frog." I told her intently, half smiling as I said it. Evelyn giggled from beside me, causing me to actually smile for real. "I know." Evelyn said with a mischievious look on her face, "How about making it so that he has to say something. Something like..." And then Evelyn leaned over and whispered something into her sister's ears, making me incredibly nervous in the process. "Cut that out." I told her firmly. "This is bad enough as it is." Evelyn snorted at that, then gave me a grin saying, "You're no fun." But still, she didn't tell me what she'd whispered to Sammy and I could see from the look on her face that she wasn't about to tell me. Sammy nodded, grinning somewhat mischieviously herself as she went back to looking at the book. Several moments later, she looked up and took a piece of chalk out of her pocket. "I'll need a piece of your hair." she told me. After I'd gone to the kitchen for the scissors and then cut off a couple strands, I returned to the living room and saw that Sammy had already drawn a circle right on our coffee table with the chalk, and put several weird symbols around it. Without saying a word, Sammy took the hair and set it into the circle, sprinkled some powder that she'd pulled out of her pocket on top of that, and then she started reciting something from the book. "Espeeldra magapha oulis." Sammy said, reading straight from the book, as well as a number of other words from some language I'd never heard before. And then Sammy looked at me with the mischievious look in her eye and finished by whispering something too quietly for me to hear from the other side of the room where I'd been standing for safetys sake. "Done." Sammy announced proudly as everything inside the circle burst into flame and then vanished. "My table." Evelyn gasped. I gasped as well, but for a completely different reason. At the very moment the circle had burst into flame, I felt a cold sensation rippling through my body. Then I realized it wasn't just cold, but warmth as well. Both were swirling around inside of me, making me feel extremely odd. "Oh shit." I gasped as my shirt suddenly started to feel tight across my chest. But at the same time, the rest of my clothes were starting to feel extremely uncomfortable again as well. "Oh shit." I repeated, grimacing in pain from the tightness. Then ignoring the fact that both Evelyn and Sammy were watching me, I started tearing off the clothes I'd borrowed from Evelyn, not caring about the embarrassment, only the painful discomfort of my clothes. The sensations continued to swirl around inside of me and I could feel my body still changing, though thankfully nowhere near as painful as my first transformation had been. In fact, the transformation itself wasn't painful, just disorienting and uncomfortable. "CARL?" Evelyn gasped, then repeated, "Robyn?" I just stood there, feeling dazed as I looked down at my naked body. My tits were huge. They were much bigger than before and when I looked at my hands, I saw that my fingernails had grown longer and looked more feminine. In fact, I quickly scanned my body and found that everything about my body had gotten more feminine, and from what I could see, a whole lot sexier as well. Well, everything with one exception. I had my cock again. Instead of the vagina that I'd had just minutes before, I once again had my male genitals, though I couldn't help noticing that I was....well bigger. My penis was a little bigger than before. And since I was already beginning to get turned on from seeing my incredibly sexy body, I was developing a hard on as well, making the size different a little more obvious. "Oh my God." Evelyn whispered, echoing my thoughts exactly. "What happened?" I asked, hearing a very sexy sounding woman's voice. "Did it work?" "Wow!" was all that Sammy said, staring at me with undisguised surprise. "I kind of wondered if something like this might happen, but....wow." She shook her head in disbelief. I turned around staring at myself, realizing that I could feel my hair tickling my ass. And when I carefully grabbed my hair and held it up for inspection, I saw that it definitely looked a more golden blonde, but also very wavy and full. Very sexy. Unable to bear the curiosity any more, I turned and ran straight to the bathroom mirror. When I stared at my reflection, I was stunned beyond imagining. "God, I'm gorgeous" My previously plain features had become ultra feminine and sexy. My whole body had. My waist was very thin and my tits were huge. I looked almost like some kind of cartoon caricature or some teenage boy's wet dream. All except for my penis that is. It didn't take me long to figure out that this was what the spell meant. It had taken all the 'maleness' of my body and focused it all in one place, leaving the rest to be super feminized. "Totally unbelievable." I whispered to myself, nearly cumming from the sound of my own voice and my pouty lips moving in the mirror. "Wow." When I hurried back to the living room, I noticed that both Sammy and Evelyn were staring at me, and I couldn't blame them in the least. And even though I was feeling a little self conscious, I was also thinking clearly enough to realize that none of Evelyn's clothes would fit me now either. "You know," I said half jokingly, "this isn't really a whole lot better." Sammy shook her head then gulped. "You can turn it off." she offered. But when I asked how, she grinned mischieviously. "All you have to do is say I'm a naughty nympho." "WHAT?" I demanded, sure that my mouth was wide open. Both my wife and sister-in-law were laughing. "It was her idea." Sammy pointed at Evelyn defensively. "Besides, it's too late to change that one now." "All right, all right." I grumbled to myself. Then deciding since it was too late to do anything about that I might as well have some fun, I posed as seductively as I could and said "I'm a naughty nympho." as sexily as I could. Both girl's mouths nearly dropped open, almost making it worth it. But a moment later, I found myself back to the same girl I'd been before Sammy had cast her most recent spell. "That was definitely...interesting." Evelyn said, blushing furiously. Sammy looked proud of herself as she said "And you can change back again just by saying do I make you horny baby?" Sammy finished the last in her best Austin Powers accent. "Just great." I grumble to myself. "A witch sister-in-law who loves to throw around jokes as much as curses. Just what every guy needs." Sammy giggled at that. Then, much to Evelyn and Sammy's obvious amusement, I tested the curse out. "Do I make you horny baby?" Within seconds I'd changed again, and I continued to test the spell by changing back and forth again several times. And even though I wasn't going to admit it to the girls, I was sort of getting excited by the ability to do so. It was almost like I suddenly had a super power or something. I just thought, now if I could only turn back to myself again. However I knew that wasn't going to happen so tried not to dwell on it. After I'd finished testing out the curse, I stayed in what I later learned was called she-male form, partly to enjoy having my equipment back, even at the loss of the rest of my body, and party because it made Evelyn and Sammy somewhat uncomfortable. However, I looked down at myself, feeling embarrassed but refusing to show it, I definitely needed to get some clothes. But then again, I sure as hell couldn't exactly go out like I now was. Sure, I might have had my cock back but the rest of me was a magnet for any guy within miles, and I definitely didn't want that kind of attention. Sadly, when I looked at Evelyn, I couldn't help but noticing that she was still very shaken by my...condition. That hurt me, but I couldn't blame her. I was pretty shaken up too, but I could have used a little more support from her. The thing that I'd miss the most after my change, wasn't my job, it wasn't even my body. It was the relationship I had with Evelyn. Our marriage. Our love. Suddenly Evelyn turned to Sammy with a determined look on her face. "Do it." she ordered. Sammy looked confused for a moment, then asked Evelyn, "Are you sure?" "No." Evelyn answered quietly, "But I really don't think I have much choice. Do it." I watched their exchange, feeling sort of confused and left out. Sammy picked up the book again, nodded hesitantly as she flipped through the pages and stopped at the one she apparently was looking for. When she'd found it, she looked up at Evelyn, and then started drawing another circle on the table. "What are you doing?" I asked, beginning to get nervous while Sammy made the obvious preparations for another spell. "Evie?" I looked at her. Evelyn took a deep breath, the determination in her eyes hardening as she looked at me. "And Sammy," she said to her sister, "don't put any loopholes." Evelyn gave me an intent look and added, "I want there to be no turning back." Sammy's eyes widened but she said nothing for a moment, then began the spell. "What's going on?" I demanded, but the only answer I received was a "You'll see" from Evelyn. That did NOT make me feel any better. When the spell was finished and the circle had burst into flame, I jumped, looking to see what would happen next but much to my relief I didn't notice anything. Everything seemed to be the same. However, just as I let out a sigh of relief, deciding that the spell must have been a flop, Evelyn did something that surprised me. She stepped forward and gave me a tentative kiss. "Evie?" I asked, wondering why she did that. But then to my even greater surprise, Evelyn smiled then grabbed me passionately and kissed me on the lips, just as passionately as she used to when I was normal. But even though I absently wondered why she did that, I didn't question it. I only kissed her back, thankful that she was willing to touch me again for whatever reason. When we finally pulled apart, I gasped for breath then let out a whistle. "I don't know what came over you, but I like it." Evelyn smiled, then glanced over at Sammy who sat on the couch, running a hand through her short hair and looking thoughtful. "Sammy said it's sort of a lust spell." I gaped at Evelyn, sure that my mouth was hanging open but not caring. Sammy looked at me and smiled weakly. "I didn't turn her into a lesbian if that's what you're wondering. It just lets her be attracted to you in your new form....forms." I stared at Sammy, and then Evelyn in wonder. "You had her do that to you? For me?" "For us." Evelyn answered quietly. "I still love you, and that will never change." At that, I felt tears threatening to come to my eyes. "Oh Evie." I whispered, smiling in pure happiness. I didn't say anything else as I reached for her and held her in my arms, loving the feel of her against me. Evelyn and I were so wrapped up in each other, we barely noticed when Sammy stood up until she said, "I guess that's my cue to go." I pulled away from Evelyn and looked at Sammy, who had picked up her book and started towards the door. "Unless of course there's anything else." "Yes there is." I told her firmly, my eyes going to the magic book in her hand. "You have to destroy that book." "Like hell!" Sammy gasped in surprise, clutching the book more tightly to her. I stepped forward and stared at Sammy so hard that she stepped back away from me, which was almost surprising considering the height I'd lost in my transformation. "If you don't," I warned her in my coldest voice, "then I will. You've already caused too much trouble with that damn thing and I'm not about to let you go and turn someone else into a girl the next time you get angry or misunderstand something." "But..." Sammy protested, "It's mine." Seeing the look of hesitation and even slight fear in Sammy's eyes, I hated to pull my next card but I didn't have much choice. "You owe me." I told her, playing on her guilt. "You ran off without knowing what was going on and destroying my life on a whim. I'm not going to let that happen again." "I'm sorry." Sammy whimpered, but she handed the book over to me, looking ashamed. I felt ashamed myself for the way I'd messed with Sammy's emotions, but it needed to be done. Then with all three of us standing around the fireplace, I unceremoniously threw the book inside and lit one of the pages. The flame was slow to start, but it kept burning until the whole thing went up in a burst of fire, leaving nothing but a pile of ash when it was finally through. The whole time the book was burning, Sammy watched it closely, tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry." Sammy kept saying, "I won't do it again. I promise." Of that I had no doubt, especially not since the book was gone. Afterwards, I almost felt sorry for Sammy again. I couldn't help but thinking of the way she had been hysterically crying the day before after she realized her error. I knew that she'd made a mistake, a very horrible one at my expense, but that didn't change the fact that she felt just as horrible about it. Finally I gave my sister-in-law a hug, surprising her and myself as I did so. "It's all right." I told her gently. "I forgive you." With that she started crying again, though she clutched me tightly and hugged me back. When she left our house a short while later, she seemed to be a little more relaxed, though I suspected her own conscience would continue to haunt her for some time to come. -------------------- The next several weeks were a rather confusing blur as Evelyn and I adjusted to my...our new lifestyle. The fact that Evelyn was attracted to me again made for a very interesting first night as we both discovered the world of lesbian sex, and even more so as I could change to she-male form for even more enjoyment, especially since I discovered that I could still have multiple orgasms, even with my cock. But as fun as having my manhood back was in the bedroom, I also knew that it just wasn't practical for everyday use. The few times I went out in public like that I drew much more attention than I was comfortable with, so I got used to just being a pretty girl most of the time, or at least when I was out in public. Around the house things were a whole different matter. Evelyn's job continued to pay the bills until I managed to acquire some fake I.D. with the help of some of Sammy's friends, and got a new job myself, this time working from my home computer and setting my own hours. I wasn't going to be paid as much as my old job, at least not at first, but I sure enjoyed it a hell of a lot more. It hadn't been easy to adjust to being a woman, and without Evelyn's help I don't think I would have. But I was lucky to have to teach me what I needed to know. To stand by me, in good times and bad. And though it might no longer be recognized officially, we were truly still married and even more devoted to each other than before. No, it wasn't easy, but with Evelyn's help I was able to slowly manage. Not only to adjust, but to truly be happy. But there is one thing that I've learned more than any other. Sometimes in life, things change without rhyme or reason. You have the choice of going along with the changes and adapting, or becoming miserable. All I had to do was ask myself which I would rather have. After all, there is no going back. THE END