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Tales of Terror
By Paul G Jutras
FRIDAY TERROR
Paul's mother always yelled at him when she caught him trying to shave his legs
or when he went out about town in her hats or jewels; especially her feminine
headbands, ankle bracelets and barrettes. That was when she decided to teach him
a lesson. She said one night as Paul went to bed that she should let him truly
experience womanhood.
When Paul woke up, to his horror he found that he was in his mother's bed and
that he could feel the weight of his mother's breasts pulling on his chest. He
swung her legs over the side of the bed and placed her painted toes on the
floor. His mother's nightgown felt different than the pajamas he was use to
wearing. The lumps on his head were surely his mother's hair rollers.
Feeling his bladder full, he went into his parent's private bathroom and got a
new experience by peeing sitting down. He wiped himself on autopilot and ran his
hands down his mother's legs; they needed to be shaved. Seeing a hair removal
mitten on the counter, he put it on and ran it along his mother's legs. The
massaging effect was wonderful as it removed the hair with no stubbles, nicks or
any of the terror found with wax and chemicals.
Going down to the kitchen, Paul found his sisters Jennifer and Katrina at the
table with his brother Philip. As if by instinct, Paul found himself fixing
cereal, orange juice, milk, toast and eggs; learning why his mother always
complained about each kid never wanting the same thing. This made him wonder
about what happened to his own body.
After Paul got the kids off to school and his father, now husband off to work,
Paul went back to the bedroom, taking the rollers out and fixing his mother's
hair. He drew a bath; so he could soak in a warm tub. He noticed how his
mother's breasts floated above the surface like two islands.
After the bath, he put on some body wash, foundation, eye shadow and lipstick.
He had certainly watched his sisters and mother do it enough times to know how
to do it right. Perhaps it was just something of his mother left behind in her
body.
Paul finished getting dressed in one of his mother's best blouses, skirts,
nylons and heels. He was glad to have the support of a bra. His mother was
always a bit of a tomboy and only dressed up when going out somewhere fancy,
even then it was rare. His mother's legs looked good coated in nylon, he
thought, she looked great dressed up.
Paul went over to his mother's calendar to see what she had planned.
Unfortunately she wasn't going to have her hair, eyebrows done or any of the fun
things he always wanted to try. He thought that if his mother was going to swap
bodies with him, she could at least of picked a day where things were happening.
Paul then remembered that his mother had taken a basket of clothes to the
laundry room, but not starting the machine up. He decided turning on the soap
operas would have to wait till later. Seeing the basket full of shirts, socks,
pantyhose and pants were enough for a full load, he started the machine. Often
when his mother and father went out gambling, he had to do laundry so he knew
just how much soap to use.
As the doorbell rang, Paul saw a young man whose family was moving in next
door. He had chestnut hair and beautiful blue eyes. If only mom had turned him
into a girl his own age instead of her. He found him really cute and charming.
"Good morning, what a surprise."
"My parents are both at work, but mom called and asked me if I could borrow
enough for sandwiches until she can get to the store."
"Oh, yes sure." Paul said, putting a smile on his mother's face. "Why don't you
come in for a minute and I can see if I can help you?"
"I guess."
"Would you like something to drink?" Paul asked. "Soda, bottled water, milk or
orange juice?"
"Please don't bother." He said. "I really have to get back to watch the movers
put things away."
"It's no bother at all," Paul grabbed his arm to keep him from leaving. "You
just said you don't have anything in the fridge until your mother goes shopping.
Why don't you sit down and I'll be right back with something."
Paul didn't come exactly right back as he fixed Sam a sandwich to go with the
orange juice. The two then sat down. Sam took a bite and sip as Paul sat down
cross-legged, smoothing his mother's skirt out.
"I'd better be going," he said. "Thanks for the wonderful lunch."
"That's okay, you come over and visit any time you want." Paul smiled. "I'm
sure that you and my kids will get along just fine."
Being alone, Paul leaped across the couch and landed length way across the
pillows. He picked up the remote control and had just turned it on when a knock
came at the door. He peeped through the peephole and noticed it was the cleaning
lady, Mrs. Knight. She normally was gone when Paul got back from school.
"How are you? What a lovely outfit for going out to lunch in." She smiled as
she started to get to work with some dusting. Paul had to admit that with no
plans for today that going out for lunch did sound like a good idea. Although
he'd like to keep trying on his mother clothes, he was getting hungry. Paul just
wished mom's friends didn't work so he could have gone to a ladies' luncheon
heard some gossip.
Paul went to the local outdoor cafe expecting to have what he always had when
the family went. That was when Paul learned there was more to the transformation
that he had counted on. First he learned how hard it is to drive in high heels.
He ended up tossing them on the seat beside him and working the pedals in his
stocking feet.
Parking in front of the cafe, he opened the door and dropped the shoes to the
ground. He then swung his feet out and stepped into them before getting out of
the car. He hobbled up to a table.
"What may I get you ma'am?" The waiter asked.
"Just a small salad." Paul said, his eyes widening in shock when he realized
what he had just said. He wanted to change the order to a burger and fries, but
it was like his vocal cords had frozen and wouldn't utter those words. He
realized in terror that his mother was going to make him learn just what it was
like to be her.
When Paul got home, he heard Mrs. Knight hanging up the phone. Mrs. Knight
explained that Paul's father, now husband. His boss had invited himself to
dinner and now it was up to Paul to make dinner at the last minute.
"The chauvinist pig." Paul muttered.
"All men are." Mrs. Knight agreed. "My old male boss would always complain
about my face. I would put on a ton of make-up when I got up and it just seeped
into my skin by the time I got to his place to work. Don't worry, I'll help
you."
"You're one terrific lady." Paul said as he took a deep breath. "Where should
we start?"
"You don't have much in the fridge." Mrs. Knight said. "I can work on the
salads while you go down to the deli on the corner."
"Good idea." Paul said, kicking off his mother's shoes. After trying to drive
the last time, he decided it was better to risk making hole in the nylons while
walking in the store than trying to drive and walk in heels.
In the deli, Paul took a number and saw a bench in the market. His mom's feet
were still sore from wearing the heels earlier and so he sat with her legs
folded under him in a yoga style, hands downward on her knees.
When his number was called, Paul surprised everyone when they watched a middle
age woman jump to her feet. She quickly got the order and rushed back to the car
and drove back home. Paul felt sorry for having Mrs. Knight doing all the pre-
work arrangements. Since Mrs. Knight was helping with the dinner, Paul pitched
in with the housework. Somehow, Paul couldn't help but wonder if his mother had
known this would be the case when the switch happened.
After dinner was near ready, Mrs. Knight worked on the finishing touches as
Paul changed into his mother's best velvet evening gown and another pair of the
dreaded heels. He knew it would be a bad impression to go about in front of
company in his mothers stocking feet and the evening didn't call for being
barefooted.
Wearily when the dinner was over, Paul took off his mothers make up and changed
back into her nightgown. He was sick of the whole think and was hoping to have
his mother back in her own body, when he awoke in the morning. Before he could
cry himself to sleep, his father grabbed his mother's body and penetrated it
with his penis. Now, he really felt like he would be sick, he wished he had worn
the foot length nightgown he had woken in instead of the hip length baby doll
nightie.
The two were at it until, Paul blackouted from exhaustion. That night he
dreamed of a hand putting a butt plug in him and lifting him up on a rod. He
watched helplessly as a pair of breasts forms was glued on his chest and a
corset was put on, to give him an hourglass figure that made him feel like a
prisoner in bondage. The hands with no body attached then pushed his penis up
inside him and formed a pussy in a strange castration process.
The dream suddenly had him in the Middle Ages with his long fingernails going
over the petticoats of an old fashion dress, a wedding dress. The young man from
next door appeared beside him in a tuxedo. Before either could say their 'I
do's, the dream shifted to a hospital, where Paul found himself pregnant and
being wheeled into the O.R.
When Paul woke up from his dream, he found he wasn't in his mother's bed or his
own. He was in a pink room, lying on a canopied bed. Wearing only a bra and a
pair of pantyhose he realized that he was still 100% girl. His mother stood in
the doorway.
"You and our neighbor will make a cute couple, Paula." Paula's mother smiled.
Paula couldn't help but smiling back.
COMIC STRIP
Katrina Beaudrion was a model that had just returned to New York after doing a
series of magazine shots down in the Florida Keys. She entered her apartment,
kicked off her heels and tossed one of her suitcases on the dinning room table.
"Welcome back." Her transsexual roommate, Paul said as he came over and gave
her a hug. They gave each other butterfly kisses on the check as they went and
sat down in the kitchen. Paul had known roughly the time that Katrina would be
home and had lunch fixed for her.
"Good to be back." Katrina smiled as she crossed her legs and rubbed her sore,
stocking encased feet several times. "Working in front of those hot lights and
cameras is quite different from being a living mannequin for Apollo's department
store."
"We've missed you down there." Paul said. His tall nearly six-foot frame, wide
shoulders, long dark hair and big nose made him look like his Aunt Kathy.
"Though I'll be leaving the store myself for a while."
"Got something special lined up?"
"This new comic book company is trying to get off the ground and they want
women of all shapes and sizes to come and pose for them. I guess our images will
be sketched and used in the first strip."
"That's wonderful." Katrina smiled as she finished eating and then stripped
down to her birthday suit. She climbed naked under the bed covers with Paul who
climbed in wearing a white night gown. He knew she always liked to cozy up to
someone and she didn't have to worry about him trying anything.
The next day, Paul went down to the address for his assignment and was told to
go into a dressing room. There he put on a stretchy body suit that looked like
rubber on the outside and felt like his body was covered in nylon on the inside.
He looked in the mirror, amazed at how feminine he looked. "Is this alright?" he
asked; surprised not to see anyone else in the studio to posing. "Is it just the
two of us?"
"I'm expecting some more girls later." Tom smiled as Paul held a sexy pose
while Tom seemed to start sketching. His pencil merely pretended to travel over
the paper as he suddenly looked up with anger and walked over to him. "No. No.
I'm not feeling inspired."
"Let us see now." Tom said wickedly as he set his pencil down and picked up a
paintbrush. Paul wasn't sure what he was going to do, but as the paintbrush
touched him, his body became stiff. The paint seemed to wash over his body as he
went from looking human to looking like a three-dimensional cartoon version of
himself. "Much better."
With but a stroke of the brush, Paul vanished from the workroom and found
himself being transported to the inside of the comic panels. His flat image was
copied in different poses throughout the comic strip. "Welcome to the comic
book, Paula."
When her roommate didn't show up that evening, Katrina went down to the address
that Paul had left. The place was empty, except for a table vase filled with
brushes and a comic strip
Lying beside it. She noticed the image in the panel did look a lot like Paul
and knew he had been there.
"You must be Paula's roommate." Tom said as he stepped from the back room,
whipping his hands with a rag. "I did a full research profile on her from the
time she was kicked out of the house by her parents. I think she came out well."
"What are you doing?" Katrina asked as she started to feel sleepy. Going into a
trance, she went into the bedroom and striped down to her pantyhose. She put on
a sleek, tight black and hot pink tube swimsuit.
"With the size differences you two will make a great super heroine and kid
sidekick team." Tom said as he touched her with the paintbrush. The paint washed
over her, making her look surreal and cartoonish in appearance. Like Paul, she
was then transported into the comic strip as Tom waited for other girls to show
so he could create bad girls and finish the book.
When a knock came at the door, he knew it was time for the next subject to pose
for him. When she came in, he knew what suit to put her in.
9-MONTH MANNEQUIN
"Home at last." Joe Snow sighed, it seemed like days since he finished his work
at the office. It was hard to believe he was only stuck in rush hour traffic for
a couple of hours. Of course it was harder to believe his wife had gotten
custody of the kids when he went on hormones. He certainly lost all rights when
he was done being a she-male after operation.
"I've waited a long time for this!" A voice came from out of the darkness as
Joe opened the front door. Before he could act, a woman with short blonde hair
ran up and hugged him. "Hiya Roommate! It's Eden now isn't it?"
"Hi good-looking." Someone else said. He slapped the former Joe on the
shoulder. "Surprised to see us, huh?"
"You could say that." Eden chuckled.
Since most of our graduation class was back here, we decided to come back for
the big announcement." The woman glowed. "We'd hope you'd throw me a surprise
baby shower. Not too much of a surprise though, since I want to look good."
"You got a point there." Joe smiled.
He made the arrangements, calling the girls her knew, treating all baby shower
guests to the hairdresser. It was tough for them to pick out their nail polish
color and hairstyles. They all then went shopping for gifts to surprise Denise
with when they returned to Eden's house.
"Though I had two kids," Eden thought, "it wasn't like being pregnant myself."
Eden, like the other women, couldn't decide on the first thing she saw. As the
former Joe stepped in front of a pregnant mannequin, he moved his flat palm to
his own hard abs that he worked so hard to keep trim and feminine.
A salesman saw Eden looking at maternity gifts and the mannequin when he walked
over to her. "May I help you?" he asked with a weird smile. "If you can't find
anything here we just got a shipment of supplies in the back. Would you like to
see?"
"That you very much." Eden smiled as he stepped out in front of him. As
Eden/Joe headed through the stockroom doors, the salesman pulled out a device
the size of an electric razor from his pocket. Before Eden/Joe could ask where
the supplies where, the device touched the back of his neck and he passed out.
When he come to, Eden/Joe found himself standing upright with his hands at his
sides. Looking in a full-length mirror, he was reminded of the tin soldiers him
and his brother played with as kids. He also noticed that a tube was placed into
his feminine sex and he could feel a butt plug up his ass. He tried to speak but
no sound emerged from his mouth.
"You'll be ready to begin in a moment." The man smiled as he pried open Eden's
mouth and put another hose down Eden/Joe's throat. He then went and started a
machine that sent a warm buttermilk tasting liquid into him. It didn't take long
before Eden felt like he had a very form-fitting dildo in her sex. "This liquid
will turn your body into plastic from the inside out. Pregnant mannequins are
both rare and expensive to buy. Since I'm not cold hearted enough to use real
pregnant women, I turn real women into one."
"How will he make me look pregnant?" Eden/Joe thought as his body was already
starting to feel very full due to the liquid pumping into him. He noticed that
his breasts were becoming very erect and growing larger. Like they were filled
with a mother's milk.
Eden/Joe soon learn how he was to look pregnant. As the liquid filled his
intestine and bladder, he noticed the bulge in his stomach. It was already
starting to stretch to give a pregnant look. The man walked around him with a
smile. "The only question is do I want to make you a full mannequin or to bisect
you into model maternity pantyhose and blouse."
Hearing a buzzing sound, Eden/Joe watched the man who stole his life leave the
range of sight. It was obvious that he was talking on the phone. Silence came
for a time. Eden/Joe then watched as he wheeled another naked mannequin into
sight on a dolly. Eden almost didn't recognize the surreal face as being her
fellow shopper, Betty."
"Don't worry about your friend, Eden." The man grinned as he put Betty's blonde
hair into a ponytail. It was a sure thing that Betty's hair was nothing more
than a wig now. "She's perfect for our sportswear department, so I won't make
her pregnant like you."
Eden/Joe watched the salesman dress Betty in a sleeveless white knit shirt and
red mini skirt. He then lifted her up and planted her ass on a steel rod so to
put bobby socks and sneakers on her feet. Posing her arms and legs; he set a
tennis racket in her hand before taking her to the sports department.
When the man returned, Eden was a full nine months pregnant. Not only did she
look it, but she felt it too. Her feet were swollen, her back ached and it felt
like she had a baby crushing her bladder. Worst, she felt like she needed to pee
but no longer had the equipment to do so.
"Don't worry about the physical pain." The salesman grinned as he poked
Eden/Joe's swollen breast. They had become more sensitive and sent waves of
arousal through her stiff body. "As you can see, only the slightest movement
sends you over the edge now."
To add to her embarrassment, he put Eden/Joe's naked form on a dolly and
wheeled her to the maternity section. It was then that she was put in a pair of
pink maternity pantyhose and a matching blouse. Eden though she saw him pull out
a pair of carpenters pants. When it was on her, she noticed it had a skirt
bottom instead of legs. He finished up by getting down and putting on a pair of
specially made tongs on her feet. Since her toes were fused now, she needed
shoes where the strap didn't have to fit between her toes. Eden/Joe didn't care,
since the rod that went from the display to under her skirt and up her ass, sent
her wild.
"There you go." The man smiled as he put her in an angle so that she could see
Betty over in sportswear through the corner of her eye. Behind her, she suddenly
felt a cool breeze that made her orgasm and mentally cry for release that
couldn't come. "The electronics department's fan display should keep you
stimulated."
"Do you think Denise will like this?" Raye said as she held up a lacy trim bra
and panty set to Lita.
"She'll love it." Lita smiled as she held up a hat and bib for a baby. "Don't
you think she'll think this design will be adorable?"
"We'll have to show it to Eden and Betty." Raye smiled as she looked around.
"Where'd they go?"
"Are you looking for your friends?" The salesman turned away from Eden and
walked over to her friends with a weird smile. "They were checking some products
that were just brought off the truck in back. Would you like to see?"
"We think we found what we want for our friend." Raye said as she looked at
Lita. "But no harm can come from looking."
"This way." The man said, taking the girls to the back.
"Not them too." Eden/Joe thought as the cool fan breeze blew on the side of her
breasts. If her pussy wasn't plastic it would of been very wet. "What will poor
Denise think when we don't return for the baby shower?"
A couple of hours and several orgasms later, Eden watched as her two friends
joined her on platforms on either side. While the fan continued to glow across
her side, it also blew against Raye's back and hit Lita directly in front.
Eden/Joe couldn't help but think about how aroused Lita must be with the breeze
hitting both her breasts and her sex.
Near the time for the store to close, the phone in the maternity section rang.
The salesman picked it up and chuckled a friendly, "Good evening..." As he
expected, it was Denise, worried about her friends that hadn't come back for the
party. Like women in the past, he had already taken steps to deal with any
police problems.
"I'm so sorry." The man said with a smile as he looked at the surreal faces on
the mannequins. "Nobody by those names or descriptions have been in the store
today. You know how bad the city has gotten in the last couple of years. As much
as I hate to say so, I fear something might have happened to them on the way
here."
Denise hung up the phone and called the police. Within twenty-four hours,
Denise and her husband was taken to the morgue where they were shown bodies
burned beyond recognition. They'd never know that the mysterious salesman had
taken a tooth from the back of each of the girls mouth and put it with their
things for identification next to some dead, homeless people. People he himself
burned and left for the police to find.
The salesman himself just went about his normal job. Always ready encase the
boss has him order another mannequin for some department. He so much loved his
work. The happy faces forever frozen on his customer's surreal faces brings him
such joy.
THE END
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