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A Case of Mistaken Identity.
By Morpheus
I was really looking forward to staying at home for a little while and
taking a break from college. Don't get me wrong, I like college and being on my
own, but I can't help but missing my folks every once in a while. Dad told me
that I could stay with them again, in my old room for a week while the schools
on vacation, and I thought that was a pretty good idea. Since I'm 23 and have
already proven my independence. Over the last few years, I didn't have any of
the emotional problems with staying back that I would have earlier. My parents
both knew that I could take care of myself and left me to do so. It certainly
made living at home for these brief periods much easier and more comfortable.
Walking through the front door, I put my bags down and gave my Mom a big
hug. I patiently smiled at my Dad while Mom made a fuss over me. Though it made
me feel a little embarrassed, I knew that it made her feel better so I just
grinned and put up with it. After all, a person's got to make some small
sacrifices for their family, and standing there while she fussed over me wasn't
too much to bear.
Once Mom was done, I gave Dad a quick handshake and told him hi. People
always tell me that I look just like my Dad, especially my Mom. She loves to go
on about how much I look liked he did when he was my age. I guess we do look a
little bit alike, which doesn't bother me since he isn't bad looking and has
aged rather well. We're both 6 foot 1 and except for a bit of gray forming
around his temples, his hair is still the same full brown that it always was.
The same shade as mine. At least I know that if I keep following his lead that I
won't be going prematurely bald. That's actually pretty relieving when I think
about it since I had a room mate for a while who was only 22 and already
beginning to bald.
After I'd finished greeting my parents, my Dad picked up one of my bags
and started carrying it towards my room. Following his lead, I picked up my
other bag and went after him.
The next two days went by fairly quickly. I spent part of the days running
around and saying hi to a few old friends, and seeing some old places that I
hadn't been to in a while. Having been out of state, I kind of lost touch with
most of my childhood friends and had to find out how they were doing.
Like I said, a couple days after I got back home, I was really starting to
get comfortable again. Of course I would have preferred to have a place by
myself, but my folks were both pretty cool about respecting my privacy and not
treating my like a kid. I guess they were proud to have their only son about to
graduate from college with a degree in computer programming. After eating lunch,
I went into the living room to sit down for a while, with both of my parents
still in the kitchen finishing up. Getting comfortable on the couch, I smiled to
myself and started to wonder where I should get a job once I got my degree.
While I was thinking to myself, there was a sudden flash of green light
from the middle of the living room, which shocked me out of my thoughts,
bringing my attention to some strange woman, which had just appeared, in the
middle of the room. All I could do was stare at her in confusion and surprise,
wondering who the hell she was and where did she just come from. She had long
raven black hair, and was dressed in some sort of green and white dress. She
seemed to be in her mid to late twenties, though by looking in her eyes I got an
impression that she could be a bit older than that.
I stood up, about to demand that she tell me who she was and how she got
into the house. I thought that she might be one of my parents' friends that I've
never met before, but somehow I didn't think that this was really the case. She
turned and started staring at me, making me almost wince with the intensity of
her gaze. With a swift movement, she pulled what looked like a green glass ball
out from behind her back, holding it out to me.
"Carlyne" She says, staring right at me, "I've found you. The council has
finally relented and repealed their decision." I started at her confused,
wondering what the hell she was talking about. "You've been ordered free from
your curse, but are still exiled. If the council sees you, they will kill you on
sight" I gulped, not liking the sound of that one bit.
"Who..." I started to ask her who she was, but she interrupted me, almost
shoving that green glass ball into my hands.
"Take this," she told me, and I felt the smooth glass between my fingers
as the weight settled into my palms, "This will return your true form and power
to you."
Suddenly the glass ball started to glow green, and I would have dropped it
I think except that my hands wouldn't obey me. I couldn't move and felt a sharp
stabbing sensation run through my hands. My whole body ached and felt as if I
were on fire. But not just my skin, it was my entire body that hurt, all the way
down to the bones. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. A green glow seemed
to come and surround me, letting everything in my vision seem to be covered in a
green tint. As quickly as it started, it stopped. I gasped for breath, trying to
get my balance. I felt that the ball was no longer in my hands, and looked up to
see that the strange woman who had entered our house was gone as well. Without
any trace of her ever having been there.
It was then that I looked down at my hands, afraid that the ball had
somehow burned them. As I looked for burn marks or blisters, I gasped in shock,
not recognizing my hands in the least. And then I realized that my hands weren't
the only things to have changed. It only took a second after seeing myself to
realize that I'd turned into a woman. Somehow I'd changed into a girl. I had
boobs. My hips felt huge, and I had a skinny waist. My fingernails were longer
and my fingers were thinner.
"OH MY GOD!" I said, unable to believe this. And on top if it all, I
seemed to be wearing some sort of green and white dress like that strange woman.
Unable to help myself, I screamed.
Seconds later, both my Mom and Dad came bursting through the door to see
what was going on. My Mom looked at me in surprise and anger, demanding suddenly
"Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my house?"
"Mom" I cried out, grabbing hold of my new breasts in disgust, "It's me.
Jerry. What the hell happened to me?" I squeezed my breasts, wincing at the
discomfort, and then letting them go. I stared at my Mom who was looking at me
as if I were crazy. Glancing over to my Dad, the look on his face was quite
different. It was surprise and horror, but not disbelief.
"Oh no," he said quietly. "Jerry?" He gestured for my Mom to calm down and
stop her yelling at me. "Jerry, what happened? Tell me everything that just
happened." He sounded as if he were forcing himself to be calm and in control.
He looked at me thoughtfully, and I told him about just sitting there when the
strange woman had popped in, called me Carlyne and changed me before
disappearing.
"You don't believe that ridiculous story?" My Mom snarled, looking at me
in anger and suspicion.
"But it's true Mom." I protested, tears forming in my eyes, "Please
believe me."
My Dad took my hand and calmly said, "I believe you Jerry." My Mom looked
shocked at that and started to yell again, but Dad gave her one of his glares
that made her shut up. "What else did this woman say? Remember carefully"
I nodded, relieved that my Dad at least believed me. I couldn't believe
how scared and confused I was. How strange I felt. And how hostile my Mom was to
me. Forcing myself to be as calm as I could, I repeated everything that the
woman had said. At least to the best of my memory, which I'm fairly sure was
accurate. My Dad listened quietly and then sat silent for a few moments, leaving
me to my Mom's disapproving and suspicious glare. I just fidgeted in my seat,
unable to feel comfortable.
Finally Dad stood up and said "I know what happened," Then he turned to
Mom, adding "and unfortunately, it's very real."
"What's going on?" I asked hesitantly, "And who's Carlyne?"
He looked down at the floor, then back at me. Finally my Dad said, "I am,"
I stared at him confused, "Or at least I used to be." he added, making my Mom
look at him as if he were crazy too. Sighing, he sat down on the couch next to
me, gesturing for Mom to do the same. He gave me a quick hug, and then held my
hand to comfort me. He seemed so much bigger than me now. Not the same size like
I knew we were. Or had been at least.
Sighing again, he said "I never told either of you this, and never thought
I'd have to." Mom looked at him in confusion, and he took one of her hands in
his other hand, while looking very sad himself. "I wasn't always like this," he
said quietly. "I was born a girl." My Mom gasped, and so did I. That certainly
didn't make any sense. He gestured for both of us to be quiet and patient for
him to finish. "I was named Carlyne, and was... what you would call... a...
witch."
"Why are you telling me these stories?" Mom asked sounding very upset. I
could see tears in her eyes, and the quivering in her voice. And I suspected
that she didn't disbelieve Dad's story as much as she said she did. It would
explain why he was good at helping her choose clothes and was always considerate
and understanding of her. Almost as if he knew what it was like to be a woman. I
shook my head. It just wasn't possible. My Dad was a woman? When I looked down
at myself, I thought that maybe I shouldn't jump to conclusions.
"No stories," he said quietly, "I had magic, and I broke some of the rules
of our ruling council." he looked very regretful, and continued, "They decided
to punish me by robbing me of my powers. And to give me one of their worst
curses at the same time." He gestured to himself. "To a witch, being a man is
one of the worst curses possible. Only women can use a witch's powers, so they
not only robbed me of mine, but cursed me to turn into a man." He started at his
hands.
Mom gasped, "You were a woman?" I gasped as well, staring at my Dad as if
he were a stranger that I'd never seen before.
He smiled nervously, saying, "I learned to deal with it, and found that it
wasn't all bad." He smiled more, "In fact there are some good things. I had to
learn to accept who I became and go on with my life. I never expected to go back
to being Carlyne." He looked at me, and then frowned, tears were visible in his
eyes. "Apparently though, the council decided to change their punishment.
Perhaps they thought it was too strong for my infraction." He patted my hand
trying to comfort me, and himself at the same time I think. "They came to change
me back, and mistook you for me." He let go of my hand, and then stared in my
eyes. "I'm so sorry Jerry. I never wanted anything like this to happen to you. I
thought I would live a normal human life. Not get my family caught up in my old
one."
I could see how sad Dad was. I think he was overcome with guilt over what
had happened to me, and perhaps even disappointed that he hadn't been changed
back. Leaning over, I gave Dad a hug. I normally wasn't in for that kind of
stuff, but Dad looked like he could really use one, and I have to admit that I
needed one too. Mom just stared at us, then hugged us both, with tears coming
down her cheeks.
After a few minutes, I finally got up and left my folks on the couch. I
just had to know what I looked like now. Dad told me that I seemed to be
identical to what he used to look like as Carlyne. Jeez, that idea is scary.
It's weird enough suddenly changing like this, having these boobs on my chest
and a sort of void between my legs, but then to find out that my Dad used to be
a woman too. It's all too weird.
When I went to look in the mirror, I told my parents that I needed to that
alone. Gulping, I nervously took my first peak at my new self in the mirror,
seeing the woman reflected back at me. She had long brown hair, the same shade
as my Dad's and mine, but a bit softer and shinier. I was surprised to see that
I looked like I was somewhere between my mid to late twenties. I'd gotten older.
She... I, also now had green eyes. They were a bright clear green that I
probably would have found attractive normally, but for right now they just
emphasized that nothing seemed to be safe from this change. My boobs (I wince at
the thought) seemed to be a small C cup, or at least that's what my Mom told me,
and Dad agreed.
He wasn't talking to me too much at the moment, seeming to be feeling
pretty guilty. I guess those accusing glares that Mom's been sending his way
whenever she sees him haven't been helping much. Overall, the woman in the
mirror... me I guess, seemed to be kind of pretty. Not the Playboy centerfold
pretty, but still very pretty. Sort of a girl next door type, though with
something else about her... me... that draws the eyes.
I thought about pulling off the dress and examining my new body a little
closer, but I don't think I was ready for that just yet. Dad told me that it
would probably be easier to take it slow and easy. I guess that he'd know since
he had to go through the exact same thing once before, though somewhat reversed.
Dinner was definitely an unusual one for once. We all were completely
quiet at the table, rather than talking non-stop as was the usual custom. We
were all taking silent looks at each other, wondering what the others were
thinking about this. Though Dad felt pretty guilty about what happened to me, I
couldn't help thinking as I looked at him eating, if maybe he wasn't also
relieved that he hadn't been changed back. Maybe he'd not only gotten used to
his life, but preferred it. I don't know, but I couldn't help thinking that
maybe this was so.
After dinner we all went back to the living room, sitting down again. Dad
was the one who broke the silence, saying, "There's no way I can change you
back."
"But what about that council?" I asked, thinking about the people that had
done this to me. I was sure they could change me back. After all, they'd not
only changed me but my Dad as well.
He shook his head reluctantly, and then told me "If they see you, they're
more likely to kill you immediately." I gasped, definitely not liking that. He
continued, "They'd just think you were me. And even so, I don't have any idea
where I could find them. None." He looked apologetically at me saying, "I'm
sorry. You're going to have to remain like that." I sat back feeling somewhat
stunned, already having feared as much. But to have it confirmed by someone
else, that I would spend the rest of my life like this... To spend the rest of
my life as a woman. That was definitely going to take some getting used to, and
I didn't know if I would be able to. I just didn't know.
Mom came over and gave me a hug, trying to make me feel better while Dad
just took hold of my hand and repeated that he was sorry.
For the longest time I sat in the living room by myself. Both of my
parents had left the room to give me space to think. To give me some privacy
while I tried to come to some sort of terms with what had happened to me. I
couldn't believe it. How would I live like this? What could I do? Going back to
school and finishing my degree was certainly out of the question.
I felt strange too, though not as much as I would have thought. In a way,
I felt sort of normal. I still had two legs, two arms and a head, all in the
same places. It was just that my chest stuck out too far and the empty space
between my legs that seemed the most alien. And when I was sitting still, I was
even able to forget about them for a while. Somehow, I knew that if I stayed
like this, which it looked like I would, that I would get used to this. It
wasn't easy to imagine, but what else could I do. My Dad had gotten used to his
change long ago. And I was sure that I would eventually get used to being a
girl. I wouldn't like it, but I knew that I would eventually get used to it.
That thought actually scared me some.
Eventually my Dad came into the living room and sat down next to me. "You
know" he said, "They made you look just like me. They wouldn't rely on just
looks to find me, though I guess they never considered that I might have a son."
he smiled a little at that. I couldn't help but smile back. "The funny thing is
though," he said carefully, "is that they used magic to locate me. And they got
you instead." Holding my hand, he looked at me thoughtfully, and then said "I
want you to try something for me." I nodded, wondering what he meant. He got up
and left the room for a moment, then came back with a candle in his hand. I
looked at it, wondering what he was up to. "Try to stare at the wick," he
instructed me, "And let yourself relax." I did as he instructed. "Feel a warmth
flowing within you" I was a little startled to realize that I did feel a sort of
warmth within me. He told me to stay relaxed, and I managed to keep calm. "All
right, now I want you to picture this candle lighting." That sounded rather
stupid, but I did as he asked, and was surprised when suddenly the candle lit. I
gasped in surprise, and he just smiled. "It worked!" he told me, smiling wider.
"What happened?" I asked him, staring at the candle he put on the table.
"What happened was that we were so much alike, that they not only mistook
you for me, but you also turned into Carlyne. Or at least an exact copy." He
touched my hand gently, and then said "Including my old magic talent." I gasped,
realizing what he was saying. I had turned into a witch.
Nervously I asked him "Does this mean I can't touch water?" He laughed and
assured me that it was perfectly safe. His smile and laughter was infectious,
and unable to help myself, I was smiling with him.
When we both calmed down, he told me that it would take some practice to
learn to control it, but once I did it would be worth it. The idea of having
magic powers did seem rather tempting. And interesting. "You could even use
magic to help set up a new identity for yourself." he assured me. After I
learned to control it all though.
For the next several hours I listened to my Dad telling me as much as he
could remember about magic and trying little things he asked me to. I could
light and put the candle out just by concentrating and willing it, as well
making a quarter land on its side when I tossed it. That wasn't easy, though Dad
assured me that it would get a lot easier.
Mom was surprised when she came in and saw what Dad was teaching me, but I
guess her curiosity won out because she sat down and quietly watched us both,
seeming to be very interested. Eventually though I was getting tired and wanted
to get to bed. Though I wouldn't admit it to either of my folks, I also wanted
so get a closer look at my new body. Without this dress on.
After telling my folks good night, I went to my room and shut the door.
Slowly I peeled the dress off, revealing my naked body underneath. The bra I
hadn't realized I'd been wearing fell to the floor next to the panties as I
pulled those off as well. Gently cupping my breasts in my hands, I thought that
they actually felt kind of nice. Strange, but nice.
Taking my time, I slowly looked over my entire body; seeing that my waist
had gotten thinner and finding that all of my old scars and moles were gone. My
butt was bigger and my hips were wider, which I'd already noticed. It was my
crotch that I took the longest time examining. There it was, looking so much
different from normal since it was missing the most obvious part. Instead here
was a gentle mound with a slit and folds of pink flesh. All surrounded by soft
brown hair.
Remembering what I'd heard about women being more sensitive then men, I
decided that I had to find out for myself. Slowly I started to masturbate,
rubbing my groin with one hand, and a breast with the other.
My nipples quickly hardened and started poking out, feeling sort of like
little erections. My crotch started to get wet, and a little slippery under my
fingers. Gently I kept rubbing myself, slowly even inserting a finger inside
myself. It all felt so good that I kept at it, wanting to see how much better it
could get.
After bringing myself to an explosive orgasm, I lay in bed panting and
trying to catch my breath. That had felt awesome. And I still felt great. All
warm and tingly with that afterglow that I'd heard so much about. If I hadn't
felt it for myself, I wouldn't have believed how nice that could have been.
Smiling to myself, I thought that maybe I could get used to this. That
maybe I could even get to like my new life. As I called up the warmth inside me,
I looked at the light switch and suddenly the lights turned off. The warm tingle
of the magic inside me was just as pleasurable as the afterglow, making me think
how nicely they went together.
"Yes." I said aloud, "I could definitely get used to this."
The End
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