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Ryan's Privates
By Debbie L.
Ryan Jeffers had a problem and it was a big one, big in more ways than one,
although he himself wasn't very big at 5'7 and 140 pounds.
The big problems began with the big woman at home, also known as Mrs. Patricia
Jeffers. She'd grown tired of Ryan's refusal to do as she asked and come home
right after work. He preferred stopping at the local bar, having a few brews
with his buds and coming home when he damn well pleased. Since he was the
primary breadwinner in the family, he got away with it.
The next big problem he had was that on this particular night, he'd promised to
take Patricia to see the hot new movie "Saving Private Ryan". At about the time
the movie was to start, he was in the middle of his third beer and another of
his big problems was staring him in the eye. A cute young brunette in a tight
skirt was giving him looks that made him slip the gold wedding band from his
ring finger and stick it into his pants pocket. The last big problem was the big
erection in that same pair of pants.
When the brunette came over and introduced herself, Ryan was enthralled. Her
voice was like honey, sweet and syrupy. He dismissed all thoughts of Patricia
and instead allowed Samantha, his new friend, to choose a place for them to go
to dinner. He thought of using the new cell phone Patricia had purchased for
him, to let her know he'd be late, but the intoxicating aroma of Samantha's
perfume, along with the three beers he'd poured down his throat rapidly
dismissed concerned about Patricia or anything else from his addled brain.
As the couple walked up the driveway to Samantha's house, the pager Ryan wore on
his belt beeped. He switched it off after seeing it was Patricia, giving him a
*911* urgent page.
"Wonder what she wants?"
After he switched off the pager, he followed Samantha inside. Just then his cell
phone rang. He started to answer it, when Samantha put her finger on his chin
and seemed to tug on an invisible rope attached to his jaw to lead him into the
bedroom. He never answered the call.
Patricia Jeffers was holding the phone in her hand, silently urging Ryan to pick
it up. She wanted, needed to reach Ryan before it was too late. Hindsight is
20/20 after all, and reflection had given her food for thought. She had lost all
her anger with Ryan.
'Maybe I've driven him away, maybe the problem is with me, we can work it out.'
She thought, before he had ignored the page and now the frantic call to his cell
phone.
Just then the phone answered. "Hi, this is Ryan and I can't take your call now.
Leave a message and I'll get back to you."
Patricia slumped into the chair and waited for the beep. After it had stopped
beeping, she said, "Ryan, I'm sorry. I hope you get this message in time. If you
meet a woman named Samantha tonight, avoid her at all costs. She will ruin your
life, our life together. I love you."
Ryan didn't get the message. He lay beside Samantha, as she undressed. Her body
was magnificent. Not one ounce of fat on her frame.
"You have an amazing body, love." he said.
"Yes, I know. I've worked hard to get it and I work hard to keep it. You know,
you could have a body like this too."
Ryan giggled. "I'd look kinda silly looking like that. Besides, I'd miss my
private parts!" he finished, fondling his naked penis and testicles.
"Oh don't worry, you won't miss them at all." she said, and then everything
seemed to go black for Ryan.
He awoke hours later. He was alone. "Samantha!" he called, and sat up in shock
at the quality of his voice. It was the voice of a sex machine, a female voice,
breathy and soft. He cleared his throat and called again. "Samantha, where are
you?" He rolled out of bed and suddenly realized things were not as they had
been before.
The baby-doll nightgown and matching panties were a pastel pink and nearly see
through, but they felt surprisingly good against his now smooth and hairless
skin. The firm breasts didn't bounce, but standing made him feel their weight on
his chest. The long brunette hair on his head fell to mid-back and was partially
covering his eyes. He pulled it back, and the motion made him realize just how
sensitive his new nipples were. Rubbing against the fabric of his nightgown made
them erect.
He didn't need any long glance in the full-length mirror to tell him he was now
a she. One grope of his own crotch made that clear to him... to her. Sobbing
softly, she went into the living room. Perhaps this was Samantha's idea of a
joke and it would all be fixed very soon.
The jar was on the coffee table, the note wrapped around it obscuring the
contents of the jar. As Ryan read the note, her heart skipped a beat.
Ryan darling,
You're not Ryan anymore. You wanted a body like mine, now you have one.
Permanently. But don't worry; I saved those privates you were afraid you
would miss. Now that you're a Miss though, you won't need them much.
Consider this a gift from Patricia, for being unfaithful to her once too
often.
Love,
Samantha
P.S. Now your name is Samantha. You'll find the things you'll need for
your new life in your purse.
Ryan tore the note from the jar. Inside, were a perfectly preserved penis, and
the attached balls, soaking in a preservative. A label on the jar read "Ryan's
Privates"
THE END
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