Destination AzaharChapter 31 The Big Pickup
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Barroom Pickup
By Bill Hart
Norman Gorton strolled into the small out of the way bar on the other
side of town from where he lived. As it was late - only a few minutes
before closing time - he wasn't expecting to find much in the way of
fodder from which to make his selection.
He wasn't disappointed. As he'd entered and glanced about the bar, he
spotted only a single lone woman still sitting at the counter.
Although astonished to see someone like her sitting in a bar as if she
were expecting someone to pick her up, Norm wasn't at all surprised
that the woman was still here. If there were anyone in need of the
mercy fuck he'd planned on bestowing to some lucky girl tonight, she
was definitely it.
Being a thin beanpole without much of a figure, she wasn't much to
look at. Her scrawny arms and legs looked more like sticks than human
appendages. She had small, almost unnoticeable, tits. Her dark hair
was a scraggly oily mess of tangles. She was less than plain in
appearance; Norm had seen ugly dogs that looked good in comparison.
Under normal circumstances, he would have never thought to take that
second look at her. Hell, he would have never taken the first. But
over the past several months, he'd been unable to get a date. One of
the stupid conspiring bitches he'd called had mentioned something
about his attitude problems; however, as far as he was concerned the
only problem he had was getting one of those tight-assed bitches to
spread her legs for him. All these past months had been far too long
for him to be without a woman in that way. Tonight, instead of
waiting at home all alone, he'd decided to do something constructive
to alleviate his aching need.
From the look of her, Norm decided she probably needed sex as badly as
he did. At the same time, he wondered how anyone could stand to be
intimate with her. However, he quickly realized that once he got her
into his bed, completely under the covers, and turned out the lights,
he would no longer give a shit that she was a refugee from a kennel.
After all, unless she was really a man in disguise, she should
certainly have all of the female anatomy necessary to relieve his
persistent itch.
"Hi," smiled Norm as he walked up to the bar. "Can I buy you a
drink?"
The girl appeared surprised by his offer, although not nearly as much
as the bartender. "Are you talking to me?" she asked.
"Do you see anyone else around?"
The bartender, obviously believing neither his eyes nor his ears,
rolled his eyes in simple disgust. Norm just ignored him; he wasn't
important. After all, Norm knew exactly what he was after.
The girl took a quick glance around bar. At that late hour, she noted
that she, this odd guy who was trying to pick her up, and the overly
skeptical bartender were the only three people currently occupying the
bar. "Do you need glasses?" she asked.
"Only for our drinks," he replied. "What would you like?"
"How about a Scotch straight up?"
"An excellent choice." Norm waved his hand at the bartender. "Two
Scotch," he ordered. "Make them both straight up."
"Yes, sir," replied the bartender, wondering if the man might be
blind or possibly mad.
Norm turned back to the girl. "May I join you?"
"I suppose," replied the girl nervously.
As Norm slid onto the stool beside her, the bartender set their drinks
down in front of them. "My name's Norman. Norman Gorton. But almost
everyone calls me Norm." He took out his wallet, then handed the
bartender a crisp new twenty-dollar bill. "Keep the change." Norm
guessed his act would make the girl think he had money, which would
only make her more eager to satisfy his carnal needs.
"Ambrosia," replied the girl, a small cryptic smile appearing on her
face. "Ambrosia Forrester."
Norm forced himself to smile back. He assumed her parents must be
severely disappointed by the appearance of their daughter. In Greek
mythology, ambrosia was the food of that made the gods immortal; this
girl, if she were indeed in some way connected to the gods, could be
nothing more than their excrement. A lump of coal would look good
sitting next to her. But on the other hand, Norm knew she would be
absolutely perfect for relieving his itch. "Are you waiting for
someone else, Ambrosia?"
"Me? Waiting for someone?" she blushed brightly, still unable to
believe that someone was willingly trying to pick her up. "Not at
all."
"I generally don't go around picking up girls I meet in a bar. But
there's just something about you that seems so very intriguing to me."
Norm assumed that the girl would think he meant her mind. "You know,
I've been wondering if you'd like to come over to my place and...
Well, you know."
"Me? You... want me?" she asked with surprise. "Are you sure... you
want me?"
"Of course I'm sure," he replied, even as he watched the bartender
noticeably pale.
"Are you actually trying to tell me you want my body?" she asked,
oddly sounding not only incredulous, but also strangely hopeful.
Norm was certain he had her hooked. "More than anything, Ambrosia."
"Then you must tell me that."
"What must I tell you?"
"Just tell me what you want. Tell me, 'I want your body, Ambrosia.'
You do want my body - don't you, Norm?" she grinned.
Thinking that a horny bowwow like her was always so easy and eager to
please, Norm smiled back at her. "I want your body, Ambrosia."
Ambrosia grinned happily. "Then, just as you want, my body is all
yours, lover," she said, as she leaned towards him, then kissed the
unsuspecting Norm fully on his lips.
Before Norm had time to even consider his response, his whole world
turned suddenly dark.
* * * * * *
As Norm's awareness slowly returned, it was just beginning to get
light outside. Wondering where he was, he sleepily scanned his
surroundings.
He was in a room, sprawled out on a bed, and all alone.
All of a sudden, he recognized this room he was in as his room. The
bed, although it seemed larger then he remembered it being, was also
his bed. He had no idea how he'd managed to return to his room. The
last thing he remembered was that butt ugly broad he'd picked up in
the bar kissing him. After that, everything was a total blank.
"Shit," he muttered.
Norm decided he must have really been out of things last night if he'd
told that repulsive broad where he lived. In the past, he'd always
made it a point never to tell one of his mercy fucks where he actually
lived; it avoided future messy confrontations. And even better, none
of them could come whining to him wanting money, if one of them went
and got herself pregnant while they were having a little fun. What
could he have possibly been thinking about last night? Bringing home
someone that he'd picked up in a bar had always been his numero uno
no-no.
Norm was even more surprised when a man, who looked vaguely familiar
in the dim light, entered his room, walked over to the side of his
bed, and, as he stood beside it, looked him over from head to toe.
"I see you've finally decided to awaken this morning," he said with a
smile.
The man's smile sent shivers through Norm's flesh. Although he'd
lived alone for years, Norm wondered who this man could be was and why
his voice sounded so familiar.
"It sometimes takes a while to adjust the first morning after."
"Adjust? First morning after what?" Puzzled by the odd sound of his
voice, Norm clutched at his throat. How was it possible for his voice
not to sound like his voice? Suddenly, he began worrying that he
might have caught something from that bowwow last night. Talk about
finding some totally ungrateful bitch - he'd probably shown her the
best time of her miserable life and she'd repaid his act of kindness
with something contagious. Once he found her, he'd sue the pants off
that stupid little cow.
"Tell me, Norman. Did you have fun last night?" asked the man.
"What?" muttered Norm.
"I asked you, if you had fun last night." he repeated with a broad
smile. "Although you don't remember what we did, I know I had more
fun than I've had in more years than you'll ever believe. It's been
an awfully long time since I was able to fuck such an eager and
willing bitch as you. I was quite happy to discover I hadn't
forgotten how... after all these years."
"What do you mean calling me a bitch?" snapped Norm. "I'm no bitch.
You need your fucking eyes checked asshole; I'm not even a girl."
"Of course you are, Norman." The man grinned at him. "Don't you
remember what you were thinking last night when you saw me sitting
alone at the bar? You don't recognize me now that I'm no longer the
refugee from the kennel that would make a lump of coal look good
sitting next to me."
"What? How?" Norm looked stunned. "You can't know any of that. I
never said any of those things out loud." Norm sat up in his bed.
"Who the hell are you? You weren't even there. What the hell am I
wearing?" Without thinking about what he was doing, his hands went
straight to his chest. "This isn't possible," he muttered, even as he
felt the two tiny, but unmistakably, female breasts beneath them. One
of his hands shot down to his crotch. Not finding what had always
been there his entire life, a look of frightened disbelief spread
swiftly across his face. "This just can't be possible!"
"Of course it can be happening," replied the man calmly. He slowly
walked over to the light switch. "Sometimes things become clearer in
the full light of day. Perhaps, if you take a really good look at me,
then some of it will come back to you." After switching on the light,
the man turned back to face Norm.
Norm gasped, as he recognized the man. "No, it's not possible."
"You're beginning to sound like an old broken record. What has
happened to you is extremely possible, Norman. Or would you prefer I
call you Miss Gorton now?"
"Even if you look like me, you can't be me," objected Norm. As he
arose from his bed, his eyes stared down at his thin beanpole body
covered by a floor length flannel nightshirt, while his scraggly and
oily dark hair fell across his face. "Am I somehow supposed to be
you?"
"In this day and age, you've caught on quicker than most would in your
situation. You are now the me I was last night, just as I'm now the
you you were last night."
"I don't understand."
"Although I know you don't remember any of this, you and I swapped
bodies last night in the bar," said the man. "You can't begin to
imagine how completely and utterly astonished I was when you actually
told me you wanted my body. I'd all but given up hope of ever finding
someone like you. As a result of your simple statement, my centuries'
old geas binding my soul and spirit to your powerless woman's frame
has been forever lifted. As my soul was finally freed, it sought to
become male again. As you had wanted my body, it became yours. And
your body became mine in fair exchange."
"But why was my body exchanged for yours?"
"There were only three of us in the bar last night, but even had there
been a hundred patrons present, my geas gave me no other choice. If
we had not exchanged bodies, which was not an option for either of us,
then I would have had to remain Ambrosia until I found another who
wanted my body," replied the man, "In all the centuries I've suffered
with my curse, you were only man to ever tell me 'I want your body'.
It was the requirement absolutely necessary to break my geas forever,
even though I'm fully aware you did not mean what you said in exactly
the manner that old gypsy hag had meant it so long ago.
"If I were not standing here looking at you, who now wears the form
that only yesterday was mine, I still wouldn't believe I'm finally
free. You can't possibly have any idea what it has been like for the
immortal wizard Ambrosius, who can as easily mold the forms and minds
of all I've engaged conjugally, to be bound, seemingly longer than
forever, into that pitiful carcass you now wear."
"You can't leave me like this," objected Norm.
"Why not? It was what you wanted," replied the man who looked as he
once had. "Perhaps, as a woman, you'll learn something useful. That
absurd way you clump all women not meeting your arbitrary physical
requirements as generally undesirable is appalling." The man smiled
at him. "Just wait until you've lived your new life for a while. I'd
be willing to wager that not a single one of your opinions will remain
unchanged."
"But I don't want to be a woman."
"Neither did I, Miss Gorton, but that old gypsy hag thought it was a
fitting punishment for knowing her daughter, who hadn't been a virgin
in years. I endured being this woman... for centuries," replied the
man coldly. "Fortunately for you, you're not an immortal; you won't
live more than a mere fraction of the time I've spent in this woman's
carcass."
"That isn't fair."
"Who told you that life was fair," rebuffed the man. "And yet," he
paused to consider his words, "perhaps there is some little truth in
what you've said. I am in your debt for setting me free again.
Additionally, you've provided me this excellent body with which to
work. I believe I owe you something better than this form I've
saddled you with. And I've always been known for paying my debts
promptly."
"What are you going to do?" asked Norm nervously.
"I think a little creative repackaging is in order." He placed one of
his hands on each of Norm's shoulders, said a few unintelligible
words, waved each hand in front of Norm's face, and stepped back.
"What was that all about?" asked Norm, in both surprise and fright, as
his voice climbed with each to the next higher octave.
As the floor length flannel nightshirt began crawling upwards, it
exposed sleeker and smoother legs than Norm could imagine this body
having.
As the hem of the nightshirt reached the middle of his thigh, his
beanpole frame began filling out. His six-foot height was quickly
reduced by about six inches. The sleeves of the nightshirt vanished.
While his buttocks and hips correspondingly swelled, his waist pulled
in on itself to give Norman a pleasingly curvaceous lower body.
As the nightshirt continued to shrink, the flannel material began to
lighten, in spots becoming almost translucent.
His oily dark and unkempt stringy hair became soft and full bodied
with a lustrous silken texture. As it grew out, finally settling
across the tops of his newly expanded ass cheeks, it became a light
auburn hue.
His tiny twin, nearly invisible, breasts rapidly blossomed into ripe
full mounds of feminine pulchritude barely containable within the
sheer babydoll nightie he now wore.
Norm apprehensively poked at one of his newly expanded breasts. "This
is definitely not what I had in mind," he pouted petulantly, while his
hands traced his body's soft new curves. "I'm still a woman."
"Yes, I know," the man smiled wickedly. "But now, you're beautiful
beyond comparison. Unlike me, you'll never need worry about any man
wanting your body. Any man who sees you from now on will lustfully
want your body."
"But..."
"There's no need to thank me, Miss Gorton. I had an obligation to
fulfill. Just consider this luscious new female form I've given you
as a thank you gift for freeing me from my curse. Besides, I would
have hated to see you suffer in that old carcass of mine."
"I still don't want to be a woman," grumbled Norm.
"Are you positive about that, Miss Gorton?" He playfully ran his hand
through Norm's long silky hair. "You're so beautiful now. I know -
why don't we play a little game?"
Norm began tapping his cute little feminine toes in annoyance with the
man. "What kind of game are you thinking about?" he snapped.
"Something quite simple." He grinned in that annoying manner he had.
"I'll ask you a few simple questions. In return, you'll supply me
their equally simple answers. After we've finished, if I'm completely
satisfied with your answers, I will grant you one, and only one, of
your desires - whatever it may be."
Norm wondered what playing this silly game could possibly hurt. "Ask
your stupid questions," he replied, knowing full well he'd ask for the
return of his mind to its rightful male body once they were through.
"Do you remember any of what happened between us after we exchanged
bodies last night?"
"No."
"Would you like to remember what happened?
"What do you mean?"
"While you slept, I blocked those memories from your consciousness. I
didn't think you'd be emotionally capable of understanding them." He
gazed deeply into Norm's eyes. "I can remove that block, if you'd
like those memories restored. Would you like them returned to you?"
Norm slowly shook his head, but was surprised to hear himself answer,
"I suppose." He could have sworn his response was going to be a
simple 'no'. "I'd like to know what happened between us last night."
Within moments, Norm's mind began filling with memories and images he
didn't want to believe. He had, as the ugly girl he'd met in the bar,
kissed his former body several times. And the man he'd once been had
responded fervently. He had actually brought himself home, where his
now female body had eagerly and enthusiastically made love with his
former male body over and over again. Even worse, he'd enjoyed each
new time he'd been penetrated by his former body more than the time
before.
"What is my name?"
Norm, feeling peculiar and somewhat dizzy, stared at the man who wore
the body that had been his before last night. "You're trying to trick
me!" he exclaimed.
"No, I'm not. I told you my name last night - just before you told me
yours. Don't you remember?"
"Yes, I do remember... now." Norm felt relieved, although he vaguely
recalled telling her his name first. However, there was still
something inexplicable about how he felt being so close to him in this
female body that made him feel edgy. It had been bad enough before,
but after all those memories, if that were what they truly were, of
their time together had been restored to his consciousness, things had
worsened. He wished now he'd paid more attention to everything the
girl had told him last night, but past being able to get everything
he'd wanted from her, he had never considered waking up in her body
this morning. All he had to do now was remember the name the girl had
given him. Norm looked at the man. "Do you mean the name you have
now or the name you had before?" Norm shook his head, wondering why
he'd just asked such a strange and obviously dumb question.
"Is there a difference between then and now?"
Norm returned the man's steady gaze with a momentary look of complete
bewilderment. "I guess not." He wondered again why he'd asked such a
stupid question.
"Then what is my name?" asked the man again.
Norm smiled back at the man. All of a sudden, he had remembered the
name the man standing in front of him had given him last night. With
a confidence he hadn't felt since discovering he'd been transformed
into a woman, he replied, "Norman Gorton." But no sooner had he
spoken the man's name, then his confidence sagged again. For some
unknown reason, he couldn't shake the feeling of something being amiss
with this man being named Norman Gorton. However, after what seemed
like an eternity lost in thought, Norm was unable to identify whatever
bothered him. As a result, he decided to ignore his misgivings,
since, if he couldn't identify them, they must be inconsequential.
The man he now identified as Norman Gorton once again ran his fingers
slowly through his silky long auburn hair. With a small grin, he
asked, "And what is your name?"
"Ambrosia Forrester," he replied with a smug smile. For a moment he
felt uncertain about his name, but Ambrosia was the only name he could
ever remember having. "You can't trick me, Norman Gorton. If there's
one thing I know with absolute certainty, and could never ever forget,
it's my own name."
"Of course that's your name, Ambrosia," replied Norm with a widening
grin. "But as I've already explained to you, I've never meant you any
trickery." Norm gazed into Ambrosia's eyes once again. "I can tell
you've answered my questions as honestly as you can. Next question,
Ambrosia - how long have you been a girl?"
Ambrosia frowned. He didn't like thinking about being a girl. And he
was beginning to wonder just how many additional questions Norm was
going to ask him. In the meantime, he was uncertain how he should
answer the question. With a long sigh that surprised him, he calmly
answered, "Not all that long really, just since last night at the
bar."
Norm seemed pleased by Ambrosia's reply. "Now that you've been one
for a few hours, do you enjoy being a girl, Ambrosia?"
Ambrosia's face suddenly brightened, her sullen frown turning into a
cheery smile. "Oh yes!" he exclaimed, a full measure of surprise
evident in his voice. "I'll never be able to thank you enough for
changing me into a girl or for making me so very pretty." He swept
his hair out from in front of his face with practiced ease. "How
did you ever know I've always wanted to be a girl?" For some
indescribable reason, Ambrosia felt troubled by these strange new
thoughts. Regardless of what he'd just told Norm, he couldn't
actually remember wanting to be a girl before; however, just as he'd
done before, what he couldn't readily explain, he passed off as
unimportant.
"It was just a lucky guess," smiled Norm.
Thinking Norm's smile made him look incredibly sexy - a thought he
never once considered in any way unusual - Ambrosia returned his
smile.
"If I were to ask you to have another rampant and wildly passionate
evening of lustful sex with me - would you, dearest Ambrosia?" Norm
stared more deeply into Ambrosia's eyes.
Ambrosia's smile broadened. "Of course I would, silly. Why wouldn't
I want to have as much sex with you as I possibly could, Normie? I
had so much fun being with you last night." As he spoke, his recently
restored memories of the night before swiftly swirled and rearranged
within his mind. In the briefest of moments it took to revise them,
his memories of being with Norm no longer reflected his being the ugly
misshapen girl he'd been at the time; instead, his own memories told
him he'd been the sultry, nubile nymph he'd since become.
"And after our night of passion together, would it bother you if we
never saw each other again?"
Ambrosia looked at him with surprise. "I suppose I'd be hurt... but
just for a little while," he replied calmly. "But I imagine I'd get
over the hurt of your leaving me soon enough. As I'm sure you're well
aware by now, I've never been one for making any long term or lasting
commitments."
Norm smiled, as he now considered allowing Ambrosia the privilege of
becoming the first of his new stable of harem girls. He wondered if
the old gypsy hag had more descendants worthy of such a great honor.
However, as he'd told the now sultry Ambrosia earlier, he must first
grant him one of his fondest desires. Although he had a good idea
what that one desire might be - the final selection, of necessity,
needed to be Ambrosia's choice alone - Norm wondered what Ambrosia
would choose. "For playing my little game so honestly, which of your
fondest desires would you have me turn into reality?" Once again, but
without any ulterior motive, he ran his hand gently through Ambrosia's
silky auburn locks.
Ambrosia looked at him with a sheepish grin. "I have a very simple
desire, Normie," he replied, while his own hands traced the gentle
feminine curves of his exciting new body. "It's always been my
greatest desire that I would have been born female instead of male."
Ambrosia couldn't believe what he was telling Norm, but, even though
he'd been planning to ask Norm to restore him to his true and natural
female form, he could think of no good reason to retract the statement
he'd made. The female form he now possessed was far superior to the
one he'd had before. "And if it's at all possible, could you block
some of my old memories, as you did before? It would be very
confusing to think of myself as both a boy and a girl. I only want to
remember being this pretty girl you've made me; I never want to
remember anything about being a boy or how it felt being one ever
again."
Once again, Norm smiled. Although the final choice had been totally
Ambrosia's to make, all of his earlier mental influencing of his
answers had led that choice down the path Norm had previously selected
for him. It had always been his gift to influence, both mentally and
physically, anyone with whom he'd engaged in a conjugal relationship.
Even after all the centuries of its disuse, Ambrosia had been as
easily manipulated by his gift as that matronly gypsy woman, whose
maidenhood he'd restored, had been those many centuries ago. Once
he'd re-made Ambrosia's desire into reality, Norm knew that the soon
to be sultry forever Ambrosia would soon tread eagerly down that path
he'd chosen for him after he'd so foolishly rejected his thank you
gift.
Norm pulled the unresisting and enthusiastic Ambrosia to him. "If
that is what you desire, then that is what you shall have." He lifted
Ambrosia's chin, then kissed his lips. As Norm's lips met Ambrosia's,
a lifetime of his memories altered into a lifetime of hers alone.
As Norm stepped back, Ambrosia, feeling flushed and slightly dizzy,
sat down on the corner of her bed. She smiled up at Norm coyly. "If
it's at all possible, might I conceivably have another more of my
desires fulfilled?" she asked with a sultry suggestiveness.
"And what desire might that be, young lady?"
Slowly shifting into a prone position, her head coming to rest on one
of her soft bulky pillows, Ambrosia, patting the large vacant space on
the bed beside her, replied with a mischievous grin, "You!"
THE END
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