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Spectacles
By Voodoo Penguin
I had gone to the mall to get a new pair of glasses. My younger brother
had broken my old pair when he jumped out and tackled me while playing touch
football at the family reunion. Yeah, I know it was stupid to be wearing them
while playing sports, but I didn't expect him to actually hit me with his 19-
year-old, 6'4 frame.
My wife, Maggie, drove me home and the next day she dropped me off here so
I could run into Lenscrafters and get a new pair made.
The eye exam was over and now I had about an hour to waste while they
grinded the lenses. I can see all right without my glasses, but it does put a
crimp in window-shopping. I decided to stroll around anyway.
Even in my partially blind state I could tell this store was different.
First of all, it had a door. How many mall shops have a door?!?! I looked above
the door. The sign read "Spells R Us". I walked up close to see what was inside
and squinted real hard, when the door swung open. I wasn't too surprised,
technology being what it is. I decided to take the invitation and walk in.
The shop was small and cluttered. It had the most peculiar smell. Kind of
a musty, attic type odor with hints of spice and, I think, gunpowder? I could
smell a dog, too. There was a person standing behind the counter. I assumed it
was an older man, due to the whitish blur under the chin. He also seemed to have
on a bathrobe, but that must be due to the blurriness.
"Good afternoon, Nick," he said in a voice that was older but full of
life. "How can I help you today?"
I walked towards him. "I'm sorry, I don't have my glasses right now. Do I
know you from somewhere?"
"No."
"Then how.."
He pointed over his shoulder, but stopped midway. "Right, you don't have
your glasses. You see Nick, I'm a wizard."
"Really?" I gave the standard incredulous response.
"Yes, I think I may have something for you."
He rummaged through a pile of boxes and pulled what looked like a glasses
case out.
"I getting my glasses at Lenscrafters just up the way. They already in the
process of being made."
"Trust me, you will be interested in what I have to offer."
With that he unfolded the glasses and positioned them for me to put them
on. Seeing no reason not to, I slipped them on. As I did so, the old man said,
"Tell me what you see."
I was briefly disoriented and when my eyes came into focus I found myself
looking at an attractive older woman. She was wearing the same bathrobe I saw
earlier, but it seemed much more feminine. The woman could have been the old
man's sister.
"Where did he go?"
"I'm right here!" said the woman, but in the old man's voice!
I was, obviously, stunned, and when stunned I have the awful habit of
stuttering. So what came out next was something like, "Bu.., bu.., bu.."
"If you're surprised at this, look down."
Oh God was she right! I had breasts! Not too big, not to small, but
breasts none the less! I was wearing a blouse instead of the polo I had been
wearing. And below that I could see a feminine set of legs enclosed in a pair of
woman's blue jeans and small womanly shoes no doubt on small womanly feet. My
hands moved from my face to my chest, and it was quite odd feeling breasts from
both sides for the first time.
The "Bu.., bu.., bu..," came back, as I looked back up at the old woman.
"The spectacles change the way you view reality," she said in the old
man's voice. "Everyone you see will now appear to be an attractive member of
their opposite sex. Men will appear to be buxom women and women will appear to
be handsome men. This includes you, young man. The clothes will be changed as
needed to make the illusion more convincing."
"But I can feel my breasts!"
"Yes you can, the illusion is so convincing that your tactile sensations,
the way things feel when you touch them, will match your visual impression. In
fact, others can also feel what you see and feel, allowing that they can conquer
their visual stimuli first." With that she put on a dirty leer and gave my left
tit a squeeze.
After composing my from that experience he continued, "To end the
illusion, just take off the spectacles."
He reach up and pulled them off my face and as soon as my eyes cleared the
lens I was back to looking at the old man.
"But why did I still hear your voice?"
"Because the illusion is visual, not auditory. My voice was not affected
by the magic."
I was definitely impressed. And I wanted to have these glasses. I wasn't
entirely sure why, but I wanted them.
"How mu.."
"Seventy-Four Dollars. Plus tax."
"Disc.."
"VISA, MasterCard, or AmEx, sorry."
I looked in my wallet, and was surprised to see four twenties. I thought I
needed to stop at a MAC machine. I guess I will after this. I handed him the
four twenties and he gave me my change.
"Thanks, old man," and I began to put the glasses in their case.
"Why don't you wear them out? Remember, you don't look any different to
the people who see you."
"Really?" I slipped the spectacles back on and found myself gazing at the
old woman again. "Thanks."
The walk through the mall was quite odd. All around me men were walking in
groups and shopping in male lingerie shops. Groups of trendy teenage boys were
giggling in a very unmasculine manner. Some girls in baggy clothes were
loitering at the food court. I could easily see how cute they would look if they
just put on something more form fitting.
I still had some time so I stopped at the food court for a quick snack. I
got myself a pretzel and sat down on a bench. I found myself staring at the
perfect ass of a young woman on the other side of the food court. What I would
like to do to her! I could feel a wetness in my crotch. A couple of her
companions started to pick on her and she turned to look at me.
"What are you starting at, you frickin' queer?" The voice was not
feminine. That shook me out of my daze, when I realized that I was just staring
at the butt of a teenage boy. I left in an embarrassed rush.
I took off the glasses at the world changed. All the men became women the
lovely girls returned to their natural, masculine forms. "I had better be
careful what I do when I'm wearing these."
I got the glasses from Lenscrafters. Once I left the store, I took the
glasses off and put the spectacles back on. I was then off to meet my wife. It
should be interesting to see what she looks like as a man.
I almost didn't recognize her. I heard her voice calling my name and then
I saw a man waiving at me. Well more than just a man. She was a now a 6'1" stud.
She had great biceps and a definite package in her pants. I'm not a bad looking
man, but her body would put me to shame.
"Hi Maggie!"
She came over and gave me a hug. She quickly let go though, and stepped
back looking confused.
"What's wrong, Hon?"
"You felt...smaller?"
So she could feel my illusion, too. This could be interesting.
"I don't know. Nothing seems wrong though. I've got the glasses so why
don't we just get home and have some dinner."
"OK"
The ride home was distracting. My breasts seemed to jiggle every time we
hit a bump.
Once home she started on dinner. I claimed to have some work to do in my
upstairs workroom and asked her to call me once dinner was ready.
I ran into my room and locked the door. The room was subtly different;
just a little more feminine than I remembered it. But right now I had more
important things to explore.
I took the glasses off and set them on my desk. The room immediately
returned to what I remembered. I then stripped. I pick up the glasses and walked
over to the mirror. I then slipped the spectacles over my eyes.
A goddess looked back at me through the mirror. She could have been my
sister. I could see the same nose, eyes, and hair. My cavities seemed to be in
the same place. But everything else was different. My face was now soft and
enticing, not hard and rugged. No sign of the five o'clock shadow; just smooth,
flawless skin. The Adam's apple was gone and now my ears were even pierced!
The aforementioned breasts were spectacular. Not too big, not too small. I
would guess a C-cup. They felt wonderful. I love few things more than laying
back and caressing Maggie's B-cup boobs, and I cannot for the life of me
understand why she doesn't enjoy it as much as I am enjoying mine right now. I
rubbed the nipples a couple of times and I felt that wetness I felt in the mall
coming back. And that diverted my attention from my breasts to my crotch.
The familiar penis was gone. It was replaced by the mystical feminine
charms. I sat on the floor and spread my legs far apart. I had to bend myself a
bit, but I found myself looking at the very thing that had enticed me for so
many years from a different angle.
At first my fingers moved slowly, but I quickly learned what felt right
and what didn't. I didn't take long at all until I had positively identified my
clitoris. It was like a penis, yes, but not quite. It was much more subtle, and
new. I was entranced. I took some lubrication from my dripping vagina and began
to rub back and forth over my pleasure button. I made sounds like my wife as she
was nearing climax, but in my own deep timbre.
The feelings built and built and built until the orgasmic release hit me
like a wall of feeling. It was if I could feel every cell in my body screaming
out in joy! Now I am sure I am exaggerating, but it is much better than anything
I ever experienced as a man.
I lay on my back and continued to lightly caress myself. I wasn't long
before I came to know the joys of multiple orgasms.
As I lay on the floor in the glow of three (or was it four) blissful
climaxes, I heard my wife knocking on the door.
"Nick! Is everything all right in there? I thought I heard something odd
and the door is locked!?!?"
"Everything's fine Maggie. I was just talking out loud to myself."
"Are you sure? Can you please unlock the door?"
"One second!" I scrambled to get dressed. I kicked my shoes under the desk
and took the spectacles off and put them on top of the desk. I unlocked the
door.
"Are you OK honey? The noises I heard, they didn't sound quite right. What
were you..." she trailed off. "Oh God Nick! With me just downstairs! How could
you?!?!"
At this point I was totally dumbfounded. "What are you talking about?"
"Where is she? Who is she? Don't lie to me Nick. I can smell her. She
smells close and ripe and ready. Where is she you bastard?"
She can smell me! And with the disheveled clothing and the strange noises,
She thinks I'm having an affair.
So that you can understand, Maggie is the best thing in my life. I love
her to the fullest and I trust her more than I trust myself. I may look every so
often, but I would never cheat on her. Ever! Why would I want to? Besides being
my soul mate, she had a knockout figure with the cutest little ass you ever did
see. And her breasts! Yum! But none of this explains why you could smell horny
woman in the room.
"Maggie, there is no woman here. What you smell is me?"
All that statement earned me is a slap to the head and the beginning of
the tears.
"Really it is. You see, I got these magic glasses from a shop in the
mall..." She looked at me as if I had two heads. In reality, two heads may make
more sense. "Mags, here, put these spectacles on."
I took a little convincing, but soon they were on her face. Her eyes
widened as she looked at me. I explained the meeting in the mall and the way I
knew the glasses worked. She as incredulous, but couldn't deny her own eyes. She
was also quite impressed with her new body. In fact she stripped naked and
started playing with herself then and there.
Now this is one of the more interesting sights in my life. Standing by
while my wife plays with her invisible penis for the first time. We've
masturbated together before, but never like this. I saw her boobs jiggle with
each stroke. I could see love juices dripping down her thigh as she climbed
higher and higher. But the look on her face as she came as a man was priceless.
It was a half-grunt/half joy look, but I was surprised when a glob of white goo
flew out of nowhere and splattered on the floor in my workroom.
"That was unreal!" Maggie exclaimed as she sat down at the desk. "God, I'm
a stud! What do you think honey? Wanna go for a ride on my love stick?"
"Mags, you forget that I don't see what you see. From my angle, I'm the
one with a love stick."
The spectacles came off in one smooth motion. "Then lets fuck, cowboy!"
And we did. "Cowboy?"
Over the next few weeks we each experimented individually with the
spectacles. We've both become better lovers for it. I know where to touch Maggie
and she can now do things that make my head spin.
One of the side benefits is to watch TV while wearing the spectacles.
Seeing 22 big-breasted women playing in the NFL playoffs is a sight to behold. I
would strongly recommend ESPN2. Do you realize how many men go without shirts on
that channel? Do you realize how many incredible topless babes that leads to?
One night Maggie was asleep and I decided to use the spectacles. I slipped
them on and began to play with myself. After a few orgasms I cleaned up and
turned off the light. We had the blinds drawn and the room was very dark. I
couldn't see a thing. I took off the spectacles, and I realized I was still a
woman! I went over to Maggie and I quickly felt her penis standing at attention.
A devilish thought spread over me and I began to suck.
I loved it when Maggie gave me a BJ. I would just lay back and go along
for the ride. And she would do this thing with her tongue that made me almost
instantaneously orgasmic.
I apparently knew the trick well, because after I tried it I was rewarded
with a mouthful of Maggie's own making. I knew what she had done with me in the
past, so I swallowed heartily.
Maggie stirred and turned on the light. At the moment I could see, I
reverted back to being a man and Maggie was a woman again.
After some experimentation, we discovered that if you kept your eyes shut
before removing the spectacles, the spectacle's effects would remain in place.
And anyone who touched you while all eyes were closed would feel you to be
person you were while wearing the spectacles. Meaning: If neither of us could
see, then Maggie would remain a man and I would remain a woman. The next day I
went out and bought two blindfolds from an adult lingerie shop.
That night I put the spectacles on. Maggie's huge cock was standing at
attention and my pussy was as wet as the Atlantic Ocean. I then clamped my eyes
shut and removed the spectacles. Maggie took the spectacles and put them in
their case. She then tied the blindfold onto me. She then sat in front of me and
I tied the second blindfold onto her.
That night I swear Maggie played with my boobs for hours on end. I can now
see why she gets tired of me flicking her nipples. Her cock seemed to be
constantly hard and always near my mouth!
But soon she was inside of me. The initial penetration was exhilarating
and scary. To be a man and be entered by your wife's penis is an unsettling
moment. However, she was soon thrusting evenly into me as I lay on my back. Each
motion increased my desire. I was on fire. I came once and she was still
thrusting, evenly and non-stop. As I came a second time I felt her shudder and I
felt a hot liquid fill my pussy. Maggie collapsed on top of me and was soon
asleep. I was not far behind.
I awoke still possessing tits and a vagina. My vagina was still filled
with my lover's cock. I enjoyed the sensation of that for a few moments before
waking her up. I felt her slide out of me and my passion was renewed, but alas,
hers was not. I took off the blindfold and looked upon the form of my sleeping
wife.
I nudged her and whispered, "We will have to do that much more often." She
giggled in response.
I got out of bed, put on the spectacles and washed up. While in the shower
I came three come times, despite some fogged lenses.
Over the next few months Maggie and I fucked as man and woman, and woman
and man more times than I can count. When she wasn't around I masturbated as
much as I could stand, in front of a mirror whenever possible. I think Mags did
the same.
February 3rd was the end of our fun. While coming home from work that day
a huge snowstorm hit. I was wearing the spectacles, because evening rush-hour
had so many men and the women the spectacles provided were much more fun to look
at. I must have hit a patch of ice, because I remember spinning around, and then
blackness.
"Nick. Can you hear me Nickie?" It was my wife's voice.
"Mags! Where are you?"
"Oh Nick!" I felt strong masculine arms grab me tight. "You're in the
hospital. You had a nasty accident."
"Where are you? Why can't I see you?" Another voice spoke up. "Nick, I am
Dr. Peterson. I am afraid that in the accident you received very serious head
trauma. Both of your eyes were severely damaged. I'm afraid that you are now
blind."
I did a quick mental inventory and whispered to Maggie, "I was wearing the
spectacles when the accident happened."
I could hear her gasp and I felt her cup my breast. "That means your a..."
"Yes. I'm a man, stuck in a woman's body, who looks like a man. I think I
have a headache."
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