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Moby's Trip
by Miri
This is a story of fiction. It has no relevance to any humans or goldfish
living, dead or stuffed. It contains content that may be considered mildly
sexual or TG in nature. Personally I consider the most obscene thing about it
is its immoral attempt at humor.
It may be re-published on any free site, provided it is attributed to the
author.
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Stacy woke to the gentle buzz of the lawnmower outside her bedroom window.
She stretched luxuriously, the satin sheets slipping off her naked, perfectly
formed body, and opened her eyes. "Hmmm.." she thought. "It's such a nice
day" and she giggled, tossing her long blonde hair back to stroke her smooth
shoulders. She became aroused at the sensation, and gently stroked her erect
nipples with her long, scarlet nails. Her fingers spread over her tight
stomach, reaching down to absently toy with the fine golden hairs below her
navel. Her moist lips formed a half-smile, and a finger stroked the warm
slit, opening it slightly, feeling the juices begin to well up inside her.
"Oooh" she murmured. She hoped the lawnmower had nearly finished his
chores...
She swung her longs legs off the edge of the bed and stood, the round globes
of her breasts bouncing softly on her heaving chest. She plucked a silken
robe off a hanger and wrapped it round her torso, noticing how her nipples
protruded through the sheer fabric. Time for a shower first, she thought, and
headed for the bathroom, glancing briefly at the out of place goldfish bowl
on the bedside table. "What a strange looking fish" she said out loud.
The warm spray shot steaming water between her breasts then ran down her
stomach and trickled between her legs, She rubbed the soap all over her body,
the hot scent making her feel light-headed. Her sex tingled with impatience,
as if it was being teased, and tempted. She hurriedly rinsed off, stepped out
of the shower, and towelled herself down briskly. She pulled the soft
towelling around her body, watching in fascination as it squeezed her breasts
out of the top. Then she walked back into her bedroom to dress.
Stacy pulled a pair of white panties and a white bra from a drawer, a short
skirt and a silk blouse from her dresser, and dropped the towel on the floor.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring what she saw, as if
she did not deserve it. She picked up the panties and slid them up the length
of her legs, fitting them over her cute derriere, and running her fingers
inside the elastic until they were snug.
As she began to put her arms through the bra straps, she had a strange
thought. As if she wasn't a woman at all. Something else. A man? No! But the
thought became stronger. How could she be putting a woman's bra on? Men don't
wear them. She was a man. A man called.... A man called...
Something clicked. She couldn't move. Stopped in mid-thought, all she could
see in front of her eyes were the letters "32UA9" and her last thought was
"What the...?"
"Caught you!" came the shrill voice behind her. "You know, you're just a
little pervert. Watching those grubby pornoflix just proves it. You're just a
sicko lesbian." The voice came from her sister who was standing behind her,
and Teri knew she was in trouble. She had found the disk by the machine, and
once she started playing it, she was just fascinated by it. She wondered why.
After all, she was a girl herself. A bit flat-chested, no way like that bimbo
on the screen, but she knew she would be a "real woman" real soon. She looked
enviously back at the screen, and what might just be her fate. If she really
tried harder. Teri clicked off the monitor. The player was still running. It
could wait.
Her older sister Toni stood over her. Toni was wearing her favorite black
knit dress, that showed off her rapidly developing young breasts to her
advantage. She at least was proud to be a woman, not like this pathetic
little weenie before her, who didn't seem to know whether she liked girls or
boys. She was going to have to modify her "conditioning" some more. Oh, it
would hurt, but she wasn't going to embarrassed by her little sister anymore.
The kids at school were always giggling and whispering about them, and no
boys would go out with her if she had a younger sister "like that!"
"Come on" she ordered. "We need to log on again, and read some more stories."
"Are they about real people?" questioned Teri. "I mean, they're all about
magic, and wishes, and it doesn't seem..."
"Of course they're real" stamped Toni. "Just as real as us. Now get in
there." She grabbed Teri by the back of her dress and pull her into their
room., almost knocking the goldfish bowl off the corner table. The strangely
pale fish swam wildly about for a few moments, watching its little universe
careen across its field of vision.
"Those kids" sighed Jackie. "They'll be the death of me. I thought I had
brought them up to be perfectly normal, but they are always fighting. I don't
know." She threw down the book she had been trying to read for the last two
weeks in disgust. It was called "Sexual Identification in Twins". Jackie
hoped it would give her some answers, ever since the twins had started to ask
her questions. She knew she was more liberal than most mothers, allowing them
to wear what they liked. If they wanted to wear dresses instead of trousers,
then it was okay to her. They would soon find out for themselves that other
people might not be a free-thinking as their mother. After all, she was a boy
once, too.
Oh, she was born a girl, and she knew she had always been a woman. But inside
her there was always a man called Jack, who had always wanted to be a woman
but didn't realise he was just asleep. Then he wished so hard that he woke up
and realised he was a woman called Jackie. He was really happy now, although
he couldn't remember giving birth to twins. Jack remembered his life as a
man. He used to steal his mother's clothes and dress up in them, and
sometimes he would wear girl's underwear he had stolen from washing lines
under his street clothes. He thought he would never be a real woman, until he
read stories that made him believe in magic. So he just wished and wished.
Until he woke up. Inside Jackie. Jackie was very beautiful, he thought. She
had long auburn hair, small but firm breasts, and a stomach and hips that
were not too affected by giving birth. He was grateful for that. She looked
very similar to the faint ghostly image of the woman he sometimes thought he
saw in the mirror when he was shaving in the morning. And he would touch his
bare chest, just to check if magically, he had become her.
And now Jackie felt the very real weight of her own bosom with one hand,
while she sprinkled a few flakes of food into the goldfish bowl. She wondered
where that ugly fish had come from. Maybe the twins had brought it home.
The fish wasn't interested in food. It was playing in its castle, pretending
to be Quasimodo, preparing the boiling oil to pour on the unsuspecting rabble
beneath. They had hated Quasimodo because he was different. Just like Moby
was. Moby the great white goldfish. Terror of the bowl. Devourer of fish
flakes.
Moby's fantasy was interrupted by a brief sensation of flight, followed by a
rapid rushing past of watery scenery. "I'm just taking the fish for a walk"
said the old man, to nobody in particular, opening the front door.
"You're not going to that bar again, are you Dad" called Jackie. "Last time
you didn't come home until two, and you stank of cheap scent."
"What should you care" he called back over his shoulder. "And anyway, they're
a helluva lot less weird down there than you lot are. I dunno..." and he
muttered to himself as he staggered off down the pavement, clutching the bowl
under one arm. "You and me, Moby, you and me, we're the only normal people
left in the world". Then he looked at the albino goldfish, staring back at
him with wide lidless eyes, and added "And I'm not too sure about you,
sometimes"
"What'll it be, grandad?" asked the barman, as he wiped down the chair
recently vacated by his last customer. It was a quiet night, and he was
hoping the old man would stay as long as he did last time. He was one of the
regulars, and he always paid in cash, even though he could have gone to that
new place in the mall, all chrome and plastic. This was much more comfortable
for the old feller. Almost like a second home.
The old man gently laid the goldfish bowl on the table, and slid into the
seat, nestling into the moulded contours until he felt like he would stay
there for the evening. He looked up at the barman, nodding. "That last one I
had was nice. I wouldn't mind trying that one again" he said, licking his
dry, wrinkled lips.
"Now, just refresh my memory, grandad. Which one was that?" said the barman,
as he fitted the helmet onto the mottled, bald head, and activated the
cerebral pattern overlay scanner. He already had the module ready to insert
into the interface, but he wanted to see the look on the old man's face.
"Stacy" dribbled the old man. "Stacy"
EPILOG
Moby gazed at the out-of-focus world outside of his bowl. He knew it would
always look like this, despite the occasional changes of blurriness. His
universe was a continuity of "bumping up against an invisible wall" and a
small gray castle that didn't have a roof. He accepted that. He just knew
that something important was missing from his life. Even since he had been
named. As if who he was as the Great White something was somehow incomplete.
He would never get to read Herman Melville. And he would never know that what
was missing was his Dick.
The End
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