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Re-designing Jerry. By: Maryann This story is intended for the entertainment of adults only. This story can be archived on Fictionmania. Copyright (C) 2000 by Maryann. All rights reserved. Permission is hereby granted for non-commercial use of this complete and unaltered text. Electronic storage of unaltered copies for personal use is also permitted. Any other use of this text is a violation of copyright. No hardcopies may be made without written permission from the author. ************************************************************************** 'The book' suddenly pulsated from an eternity of dormant sleep and faintly emitted a muted, unearthly glow. With Hellish perception, it could feel the tiny tremblers of an impending earthquake. The ancient book had been entombed in solid granite for centuries. It was surrounded by the stygian blackness characteristic of its impenetrable inky black prison. It had been thrown into the depths of the fiery lava core of an active volcano. The volcano was long dead, but the evil magic of the book's content had preserved it intact. It was waiting! It could feel its impending resurrection! Long ago, the book was created from a Demon's power with the help of a renegade sorcerer. The sorcerer had enlisted the help of a libertine band of warriors. The sorcerer wanted to rule the world and almost succeeded except for a competing tribal faction that wanted the death and torture stopped. A new leader came forward to stop the war and finally end the rule of the 'magic book'. The tribal leader had survived a cataclysmic ancestral war for the possession of that book. It had always been used for destructive purposes. It somehow managed to corrupt every user with its terrible power. The chieftain swore that the 'Necro-Omnichronicon' would not bother mankind again. The leader chanted to the horde of young swordsman. He said, "This 'book of the dead' shall be forever buried in the heart of this volcano!" He heaved the book as hard as he could and smiled as he noticed the splash of molten rock torridly lick at the bindings with hot fire. It was a smile of pleasure quickly converted by the black intuition of impending doom. He gasped in panic as he felt an evil force cast a last desperate ghostly finger of flame in his direction. The warriors and assembled tribe gazed in amazement as they witnessed a fountain of hot fire engulf their leader and incinerate him on the spot! His black smoldering bones quickly turned to ashes. The visual memories were forever imprinted in the brains of the assembled soldiers. Life went on as usual, but it was never the same. Stories were passed on to future generations about the cursed book. ---------------------------- Jerry Kelly suffered in quiet desperation as he went about his job. He felt trapped in the tiny cubicle of the huge building that he worked at. His job was a low-level insurance adjuster for a multi-national company. He trudged to work with the same routine and boredom experienced by a hundred of his fellow workers. Jerry was 27 years old and lonely. He had moved to the big city years ago to get away from his rural living. He often thought that feeding the old pigs might have been better than dealing with the lies and deceit of this insurance business. Jerry wistfully paused and thought about how it all began. ************************************************* I had tried unsuccessfully to meet a woman to share my life. Because of my skinny build and occasional stutter, I could never get past the shy introduction after meeting a new woman. Most of my fellow female workers avoided me in the hallways and cafeteria. They would occasionally get together and whisper while glancing in my direction. I knew that they considered me in contempt! I felt like I had the plague! I needed a vacation and had planned my summer escape with dedication. It would be a two-week rental of a house overlooking the Ocean in the small town of St. Augustine Florida. It was with reserved joy that I noticed that the rental was on a lonely stretch of beach. I realized that I would have plenty of time to think about my solitary existence. Maybe too much! I noticed only a few beach walkers and an old man searching the sand with a metal detector. "Not a bikini in sight?" I moaned to no one. After the third day of lonely beach walks and the final mental escape of a bizarre X-rated movie rental, I decided that I needed to seek a little female diversion. That would mean a trip a few miles down the road to the fabled Daytona Beach. It had the honor of an actual drive-on beach. I figured that I could 'check out the action' from the comfort of my car seat. I was enjoying the 'eye therapy' and decided to stop to relax a little. "Hell, who am I kidding?" I said to myself, "I really only want to piss, and the ocean is the best hiding spot!" On my way back from the surf, I wasn't watching where I was going and stumbled into the most perfect female specimen that all my twenty-seven years of life had ever encountered. She moved with effortless grace and natural female distinctness. She was a perfect 'five foot two, eyes of blue' combination. Incredible tawny skin spoke of no contrast tan lines. I just knew that this incredible body worshiped the sun in it's natural state. This magnificent creature moved her lips and I watched in fascination as an incredibly sexy pink tongue formed some words that I only perceived in delayed slow motion. "Hello, my name is Sandy Peterson! What is your name?" I was having a hard time pulling my gaze up from the most perfect cleavage that I had seen on a woman. "She had exquisite conical tits, erect nipples and smooth skin tone begging to be touched!" I thought. Long soft hair framed her face in angelic portraiture. Her lips were full and curled up in one corner when she smiled. There was just the right twist of a cruel arch that would drive a man to smother those lips with kisses. Her body was perfect! Full hips, long legs and slender attractive ankles split from her tiny bikini bottom. Her toes were meticulously pedicured and adorned in a fiery, fire-engine red nail polish. I had never seen a woman that I wanted to fuck more than this vision before me. I suddenly remembered that she was talking again. "Uh, my name is Jerry. Jerry Kelly!" I said almost stuttering the words. (I was trying real hard not to do it!) She was making me feel like a high school sophomore asking for his first date. "Great! You look a little pale. Is this your first time on this beach?" she said with pure sexual attraction emanating from her every word. I was lost in her gorgeous eyes. They danced with tiny reflections of a distorted picture of me- with my mouth wide open. She looked like she was moving closer to me. "Oh my God!" I thought. "She is actually going to shake my hand for an introduction." She actually did reach over to grab my hand. I felt her soft dainty fingers on my scarcely larger male hand. The sexual difference of that slight touch was starting to give me an obvious erection. I would have to be careful. She glanced at my tumescence growing from my bathing suit and just laughed. The wet bathing trunks outlined my erection in distinct detail. "Oh, I see someone is glad to see me?" she chortled in an easy disarming manner. I was starting to become very embarrassed. No woman had ever talked to me in such an easy manner over such a personal topic! Before he could react once again, she was walking away. "Be sure and come see me! We guarantee you will like the results!" She said in her singsong voice glancing over her feminine shoulder. I looked at her departing figure in wonder. I had the biggest boner in the world and was letting this wonderful woman walk away? It was just then that I looked at my hand and realized that she had palmed a business card and slipped it into my right hand during the handshake. I did not even notice. It read ' Sand & Shore Gym - We guarantee our personal training sessions! ' Previously, I had been approached by many time-share promotions, but never a free trial to a gym! The day turned out to be very uneventful after that wonderful meeting. I watched the sunset. I never got tired of watching the orange sun descend into the vast expanse of the wonderful blue ocean. I was interrupted by some kind of commotion near the pier. I could barely make out a bunch of bleached-blonde surfer guys harassing a lone woman in a skimpy bikini. As I walked closer, I noticed that it was the same beautiful woman that had approached me earlier. It was Sandy! She was trying to get away but they kept following her and jeering out rude comments. I could her say, "Please leave me alone! If you don't, I am going to call the beach patrol!" The crowd of six young males just laughed and started to move closer to her. One of the more muscular types came up and put his arm around her. "Hey Babe, how about you and me back on my blanket?" he said in an unwanted aggressive manner. I could tell she was freaking and becoming afraid. It was weird to see onlookers studying the whole event and not getting involved. I noticed a guy about my age waxing his new red corvette and glancing in our direction. He almost looked like he could care less about the whole episode. "Leave her alone right now!" I said with amazing bravado. "She is just doing her job and does not need to be tormented by a bunch of twerps!" I could not believe I was saying these words. She looked at me in sudden recognition and ran to me. She got wonderfully close and I suddenly realized it would be us against six surfer punks. What have I gotten myself into? But all I could think about is how good she smelled! To make a long story short, there was just too many of them and they started on a pretty good job of knocking the shit out of me! Sandy just screamed for them to stop. As they kicked me in the groin, I could only think of an old commercial about a guy getting sand kicked in his face at the beach with a pretty woman. It was I! I had fallen to the ground in pain and realized that they had stopped. It was then that I noticed the guy with the corvette had grabbed a tire iron and had scared the beach thugs away. I was in pain but could still feel the wonderful thrill of Sandy's right breast pressing into my shoulder as she helped me to my feet. "Are you all right?" the mystery man said. "Yeah, I'll be a little worse for wear, but I'll survive." I said. "My name is John Rollins. Glad to help." He said abruptly and started walking away. "Wait!" I said. " Is there some way to thank you?" He momentarily stopped and turned to look at us and start to say something, but changed his mind. He just kept walking. "Jerry?" I heard from a beautiful angel in front of me. "Promise that you will come to the gym tomorrow?" she pleaded. I thought that was an excellent idea in lieu of the fact that I could use a little muscle building. I reluctantly parted from her and went home to nurse my wounded pride and battered body. ------------------------------ I was sore as hell the next day and wished that I had gone fishing instead of protecting some damsel in distress. I somehow kept fanaticizing about her all day long. I knew that I had to see Sandy again and headed straight for the gym. The 'Sand and Shore Gym' was located in the old beachfront section of A1A. I had visions of sweaty 'Biker' types lifting weights. Boy, was I surprised! The faade of the building looked very elegant amongst the seedy surroundings. I could tell that the building owner had put some money into the outside architecture. I walked in and was met by a gorgeous cheerful woman anxious to help me out. "Could you tell me where to find Sandy?" I muttered. She smiled from ear to ear and said, "You didn't meet her on the beach by chance, did you?" "Why yes I did." I said with curiosity. "Why do you ask?" "Oh, I had to ask just to see if our marketing money is working for us or not." She said with delight. "Sandy has turned out to be one of our Best Persuaders!" I thought the remark sort of odd but did not have time to think about it because a bunch of stunning women coming out of the aerobics class interrupted me. "God, even their sweat smells great!" I thought. They all smiled at me and I felt very comfortable to be there. I was given a tour and presented with the payment options. I thought the tour was fabricated because there was only perfect looking men and young women working out. It was as if a video was about to start filming because everyone had shapely female bodies or hard muscular male versions. The payment options really had me interested. You did not have to pay a penny unless you were completely satisfied. If you did not like the results in one week, it was free! I may have been born naive, but I was no sucker now! I would play their little game if it meant seeing Sandy again! They assigned me a personal trainer. I was disappointed that it was not a woman. A huge man that looked like a NFL defensive back came up to me and said, "Jerry, you are in my hands now and we will sculpt your puny body into woman's dream lover!" Once again my suspicions were up because he did not mention any specialized muscle group training or structured fitness sessions. How would they get my average body to look as good as nearly everyone around me? The workout was very light and almost casual. I found that it was the procedure to finish up in the tanning booth for just a few moments to 'improve the skin tone' as they put it. I played along and lay down in the chamber and had a slight moment of claustrophobia as the lid shut over me. It was almost five minutes and the top lid opened for me to get out. It was amazing! I suddenly felt better than I have for many years. I actually felt a little stronger and more confident than I had in a very long time. It must have relaxed me and calmed my nerves. I put on my T-shirt and half noticed that the washing machine was probably shrinking the cotton because it appeared that it was slightly too small for my upper torso. I went home and slept like a baby. I had strange dreams. Thank God I was on vacation. I had to go out and buy a dozen new T-shirts. The ones that I packed no longer fit very well. I also noticed that my bald spot was disappearing for some reason. And I wanted to run on the beach that morning instead of a leisurely walk. I could hardly wait to go to the gym later that morning. Whatever their formula was, it seemed to agree with me. My trainer was getting out of his car in the parking lot and I happened to notice a very familiar red Corvette parked nearby. When I entered the building, I indeed saw John Rollins in the corner working out. He also had a personal trainer and she looked stunning. Lucky guy! The routine was the same once again- slight repetitions of weights and machines. I ended up in the tanning booth. The results were beyond belief after the session. I lifted the door to the tanning booth. It felt like a feather in my hand. I noticed that my forearm and biceps had definition. I balled my fist and could see my veins stand out in obvious splendid male musculature. When I stood up, I also noticed that my upper torso had expanded again. My stomach had washboard muscle rippling with every move that I made. I suspected that the tanning booth was contributing more to my change than the training sessions? I could not resist looking in the mirror and was startled to see my reflection. I looked like a young professional wrestler! But I had smoother looking muscles that were not deformed by steroids. My jaw was appeared square with a faint resemblance to picture of a bank president from some long lost currency picture. And, I had a lot thicker hair. I could feel the testosterone course through my body like a drug. "Damn, this feels good!" I thought to myself. I was getting lost in the new super male sensations. It seemed like many of the ladies in the room were suddenly stealing glances in my direction. I had never experienced such admiration in my life! I was still shy and avoided their direct lustful gazes. They just smiled. Suddenly I knew to my inner core that something else had changed! The one thing that I was most familiar with and gave daily inspection was different. I casually reached down to my crotch and was rewarded by acute sensitive nerve responses a hundred times greater than before. It always felt good to play 'pocket pool', but this was something different! Incredibly, my cock had increased in diameter and length. I could feel the sensitive glans rub delicately on the elastic seams of my suddenly too small workout shorts. The whole experience was almost overwhelming by the different changes happening to me. A calming voice came out of nowhere. "Jerry? Is that you? I hardly recognize you". It was the voice of John Rollins. He had come over to talk to me. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I am just following a lead. I have suspicions that all is not as it seems at this establishment!" he said. "In fact, I believe that there is a lot of 'hocus-pocus' going on here!" I could only nod my head in silent acceptance. My new appearance spoke volumes without me uttering a word. Jerry said, " have they hit you up yet for the performance bonus?" "I don't know what you are talking about?" I said in slight irritation. Jerry seemed to be the snoopy type all of a sudden. I turned around and almost fell over Sandy. She had quietly walked up behind us and was waiting to talk to me. "I'm almost starting to believe that it is fate, the way you keep bumping into me." she said while her eyes danced over my new muscles. "How do you like the new you? Didn't I say that you would like the results?" she said before I could answer. "I think it is now the time to meet Madam Patel, the owner and person responsible for all the great work on your body." Sandy grabbed my arm and gently walked me toward the executive offices. I could see the reflection of the two of us in the work out mirrors and thought we made a very handsome couple. My contrast of my studly male looks with the sultry feminine allure of my new partner made me appreciate my sudden change. I entered a very unpretentious office devoid of any ostentatious trappings of wealth. The woman behind the desk looked up at me with half frames outlining her marvelous eyes. She was of Indian ancestry and possessed beautiful big eyes slanted in a magnificent exotic quizzical look. She was a small woman of about 52 years of age. She was small of stature and spoke in an accent that placed her somewhere from the depths of India. Sandy assumed a very respectful distance from this woman and I noticed that she felt very uncomfortable in her presence. "My name is Raina Patel. We are very glad that you are here and happy with the results of our training sessions." She said intently watching my reactions. "We take great pride in our work and know that you will agree that the results are fantastic?" She was now smiling and gesturing toward my huge biceps as she did a weak imitation with her smaller female arm. Before I could answer, she said, "We take great satisfaction in our work but we must pay the bills. It has come to my attention that you were not notified about the complete payment details. We love Sandy around here and in her haste to accelerate the 'sessions', she forgot to remind you of your obligation of payment." I was getting very interested where this was going? "Because of this slight error, we will cut in half the normal charge of $ 10,000 dollars. You will only be responsible for $ 5,000 at this time." She glanced at Sandy who was squirming in her chair by now. I gasped at the amount. It was about the same amount of money that I had in my meager savings account! "Let me make it perfectly clear that if you decide not to pay us or change your mind, our 'treatment' will fail to keep permanent changes and you will revert to your former stature." At that moment, the phone rang and Raina started talking and gestured me out the door with imperious command. She had made her point and I was no longer important to her. Sandy quickly grabbed my muscular arm and guided me to the door before I could challenge the offer. I tried to question her, but she closed the door. The first person that I saw was John Rollins waiting for me with obvious interest. "Did you get the ultimatum?" He asked with much too much interest. He took one look at my facial reaction and said, "Meet me at O'Rileys Pub tonight at seven and I will explain all I know to you at that time." I glumly walked out the door to my car and went home. --------------------------------------------------------- I could not resist going to the pub to find out what in the Hell was going on around here! It was a nice experience. I got there early and was amazed about how many times I was getting hit on by the ladies walking in the door. They would scout the room and their eyes would land on me and they would eventually move in my direction. Some of the come-ons were very suggestive with phone numbers written with exact descriptions of sexual acts they would perform on me. By the second beer, I started talking to a very cute blonde that had captured my interest with her tight ass and huge tits. My new masculine looks had dissolved my inner shyness. The blonde girl was gushing about her college courses in a very inane manner while deliberately positioning her warm soft pussy directly on my knee. Her eyes were starting to get softer and softer as she unconsciously started to grind on my knee. I could not believe it! She was actually getting off on my leg! I could not resist grabbing her tiny waist and pulling her full warm body against my huge frame. She was light as a feather! I was about to give her an open mouth kiss. I did, and started working my way south. Crowded bar or not! "Hey buddy! We have a lot to talk about!" John Rollins suddenly interrupted my reverie of the female nipple working its way to my hungry mouth. He rudely pulled me aside and ordered more beers. He shooed the young woman away. I could see her disappointed look turn to amazement as she realized she was practically undressed in room full of people. "Did you know that 'Madam Patel' runs a hugely profitable gym that gets its money from magic?" I couldn't say no to the obvious clue that my body was changed dramatically beyond belief. "And did you know that her so called 'tanning booth' is just a sham for the real sorcery going on? I hid out one late night and actually saw Raina Patel refer to some old jewel encrusted book to recite a strange chant." "That same incantation was used on you and many others before they exited the tanning booth. She is using magic to make her money on you!" John now had a maniacal look in his eyes as he unfolded this story to me. "I am going to get to the bottom of this tonight! Do you want to join me?" he asked in a slight daze. I realized that I was holding my alcohol better in my larger frame. John was becoming a little drunk! "No, I am getting tired and do not want to mess with a good thing at this point!" I reluctantly said. I didn't want to pay $ 5,000 dollars either but I would find the money somehow to keep this new physique. He looked at me in disgust and stomped off. I knew this would not be the last that I would see of John Rollins. I let the pretty blonde seduce me that night. It was a garden of fleshly delight! I had the endurance of a bull and entranced my lover with continuous one-handed push-ups over her waiting love mound all night long. She said she had never been with a man that was as 'well hung' as I was. Little did I know that it would be my last muscular male exhibition for my partner's satisfaction. The next morning I got a phone call from John saying that he had solved the mystery and he needed to see me at the gym as soon as possible! His voice sounded strange but I wanted to find out more. I entered the building and noticed that there was a commotion in the executive offices. Sure enough, there was John Rollins laughing at a very subdued Raina Patel. She had a look of resignation and defeat. John was shouting to her and she just looked at him in dismay. "It is my time!" John was shouting to her. "It will be my world and you are powerless to stop me!" I thought it very peculiar words to say to the owner of this gym. She had been in such control up to now. John noticed me out of the corner of his eyes and calmed down enough to ask me to sit down. "Close the door!" He said to me in a commanding manner. "Things are going to change around here!" I felt a sudden chill go up my spine at that moment. "Jerry, make yourself comfortable. You need to hear about the book!" ----------------------------------------------------- I heard him drone on about the 'divine intervention' that brought him to this gym and his so called 'lucky find'. It was my opinion that John had stolen something and was gloating about the goods! I came to rapt attention when he recited the childhood of Raina growing up in India. I found it odd that it was John telling this story. Raina groaned as she heard him begin. She had struggled to get into a small university. The only reason that she got accepted was her extraordinary interest in rocks and archeology. The local university was located near ancient burial grounds within a large mountain range. Raina had collected interesting artifacts for the Dean and proved that an unknown civilization existed in the mountains. It was on one of the digs that a tremendous earthquake happened. The earth actually split in many places around their campsite. Raina was unhurt. She saw something that day that changed her life. She found the perfect remains of an old book still garnished with attached granite stone on its bindings. The book was in excellent condition. It took no effort to clean off the debris from the ancient manuscripts. For some reason, the words and very old illustrations burned into her brain as she tried to read the meaning. As if by some magic, the words became perfectly clear! She was reading from a 'Book of the Damned!' She had heard many times of this cursed book from generation to generation. She thought it just a myth. This book only had incantations and spells destined to enslave and entrap humankind. Most dealt with possession, transference and shape-shifting. Some of the spells could actually create reality shifts of all those around the spell caster. The minor spells dealt with invocations of forgetfulness and compulsion. Some spells mentioned Demon intervention for large-scale casting. She immediately knew that this was a dangerous thing and had the power to corrupt the holder with impossible endowment. She hid it away and resisted the urge to use it for years. Raina moved to the United States a few years later and tried to make a living. She was starving from low wages as a clerical worker at a local convenience store when she thought about the book. She got a new job at this gym as a cleaning lady and tried using the book. She quickly was promoted when some of the clients noticed improvements on their bodies when they took the advice of the 'cleaning lady'. Soon she was so successful that she bought out the current owner and used her magic book with fantastic success. Not one customer ever refused to pay the fee for shaping their new bodies. "That is where John enters the picture!" His sudden use of the third person description suddenly brought me back to the present. As John said this, he looked in my direction and I felt chilled by his sudden manifestation of paranoia. "Oh don't worry! I'll take care of my male buddies! You are my buddy, aren't you Jerry?" I wanted to get the Hell out of this place and he just smiled as he saw me moving slightly toward the door. "Stop!" he said and mumbled some unintelligible phrase. I froze instantly and could not move my feet. It was the most amazing sensation to be anchored to that spot against my will. "Jerry, I have great plans for you. But, I'm afraid that you might not want to cooperate in my first few experiments. So, I am taking the bold step to make you the recipient of a new spell that I am trying to learn." At that instant, John pulled out two small toy dolls from under his desk. I could barely see what they were. Then I could see them clearly. He had a Barbie and Ken doll! Raina had been quietly watching and I noticed she had a sad look on her face as she stared at the two dolls. John directed his attention to the two dolls and held one in each hand. He faced them looking at each other and pretended that they were speaking. He even used a falsetto when 'Barbie' was speaking. "Oh Ken, you look so handsome in your new jeans and western shirt! Are you going to the rodeo?" "Barbie, you just like the way my ass fits in these jeans! I bet you wish you could ride the bulls and grip their rawhide backs with strong legs like mine?" "Ken, you are such a brawny masculine man! Just then, John switched hands with the dolls. Barbie was now in the hand that Ken formerly was. He started the dialogue once again. There was now a more assertive tone to Barbie's voice when she spoke. "Barbie, I have suddenly noticed how beautiful you look! I love the gown that you are wearing. It shows off your tiny waist and high pointed breasts." The Ken doll said. "Ken, thank you. Don't you love my long silky blonde hair? You could comb it for hours if it was yours. Doesn't it look exotic? Or maybe you would like to experience the electric sensual contact of fine hosiery hugging long female legs? How about the exquisite thrill of wearing black patent leather high heels?" John had removed the gown off of Barbie's right shoulder and was pantomiming the use of her plastic arms to reach up and fondle each breast. "Ken? You are turning so pale! "And, Oh my! Your skin has become so soft and feminine! Can't you just feel the differences? Just relax!" "Ken, you are now actually tasting the lipstick on your lips and enjoying the exhilaration of new breast buds pulsing in arousal! Aren't you?" The air around the dolls formed a slight fog. As it cleared, I gulped in astonishment! The Ken figurine was now wearing the gown and Barbie was in the cowboy outfit! "Oh My, Ken! You suddenly don't look so masculine all of a sudden. Is your female side getting the best of you?" John was giggling and had trouble keeping up the high pitched false Barbie voice. At that moment, John recited a long phrase and looked expectantly in my direction. I felt dread that something was about to happen to me. But nothing occurred! We all waited with pregnant expectation. Nothing happened. "Damn!" John broke the silence. "I can't get the time differential correct from that stupid book." John was getting distracted and looked in the direction of the gym. I could tell that he was about to leave the room. " What about me? I can't move." I said. "Oops, you are right" I now release you for movement!" He commanded. I could move once again and bolted for the rear door. John just laughed at me. I felt drained! I drove home and kept examining my skin and looking at myself in the rear view mirror. It still was the same old robust me. The whole episode had frightened me. John was turning into an insane power hungry dictator and magic was afoot! I thought that it was a bad combination. I kept thinking back to the Ken and Barbie figures. I am sure that he had some design for me. I was just glad that it did not work! When I got home I wanted to call Sandy to see if she knew if anything was going on? I dialed her number and dropped the phone like a hot ember! The voice that answered back at me in the headset was very familiar! It was my exact deep baritone male voice saying, "Hello, can I help you?" It was me on the other end! I suddenly knew that John had at least completed half the spell. What would happen to me next? I was in a panic now. It was becoming evident that the experiment was to switch my gender with Sandy. I had never even considered what it was like to live as a woman. Why was he doing this to me? --------------------------------------- The changes were very subtle. Things were changing around me in a very sneaky manner. I wished that the magic command had not taken so long since I knew the inevitable would happen. What would it be like? Would I still taste, think and feel the same after the change? I could only think of all the negative things about women that made them different from men. But then I thought of all the nice things that made the difference so interesting. Most women in my life had been unattainable and I always studied their every gesture and movement. As a man, some of the things that I lusted for in a woman were fine delicate hands with manicured nails, long sleek athletic legs and a pair of bouncy shapely breasts. I was concentrating on the eventual body changes so much that I did not notice that the room was becoming more feminine inch by inch. Color patterns, picture frames, fabric textures were suddenly not so Spartan or masculine. I realized that the room was conforming to the woman whose body would be eventually mine- Sandy Peterson! All this thinking was making me thirsty and I went to the refrigerator for a cold beer. I opened the door and could only find diet-drinks and bottled water. Not only that, but my favorite glass on the top shelf was too high for me to reach. I looked down and noticed that my pants were bunched around my ankles. I was becoming shorter! I caught my reflection in the black glass of the microwave and gasped by the fact that my hair had turned a blonde color. As I concentrated on each body part for closer inspection, the magic would gather in that region and change me! I stared at my fingertips and watched with fascination, as they became as beautiful as a model's best extremity. I certainly was not ready for the breasts! They began with a rhythmic pleasurable throbbing in my upper torso. My pectoral muscles were itching like crazy! Every breath of inspiration would result in my bosom swelling in size. I could not keep my hands from rubbing the tender protruding nipples. I threw my head back and blushed to discover that I was actually tracing the most sensitive areas in gentle circles. It was exactly the same way that I would formerly try to seduce my female lovers. It seemed like my hands administered hours of tender, charming care to my sensitive nubs. They finally finished their adolescent emergence and I could tell they were a fine combo! No less than a 36D! My T-shirt had changed from a plain cotton piece to an elegant v-neck black top with my midriff completely bare. I looked down at my two very pleasant melon shaped female breasts. I gasped to see just a hint of dark aureoles peeking from the edge of the lacy-edged fabric. They danced with a mind of their own with my every movement. It was just too damn erotic! By now I was breathing hard with anticipation and almost slapped myself because I had the hardest erection in my life. This transformation was affecting my libido and I was really enjoying myself. The erection did not last long because I could visibly see the diminishing size of my tubular member disappear into the intimate female juncture of my groin. Before I could reach in my shorts to grab the vanishing penis, it was gone! My now perfect vision was rewarded by curly pubic hair delicately framed around the gash of a female vagina! It certainly was all mine and I realized that I truly had made the passage of the sexes! It seemed like an hour that I examined myself in front of the mirror. Every movement and facial gesture was reflected back in splendid feminine style. It was too surreal for my male brain to digest. It felt like I was looking at a naked woman at a strip club. But the naked woman was me. The sensations were familiar and strange at the same time. The act of walking felt the same- just that I had a new bounce to my perky breasts that swung in perfect rhythm to my swinging arms. I could actually feel the soft sides of my female breasts graze my arms as I walked. Or, another strange fact was that I constantly seemed to be balancing my new lighter frame on the balls of my feet. I could swear that my Achilles' tendons were shorter in this new body. It seemed like these new legs were built perfectly for wearing high-heeled shoes! Unconsciously, I walked to the closet and grabbed a sexy pair of pumps to test my theory. I bent over and marveled at the sight of my breasts swinging out in full glory as I slipped on the heels. The shoes looked tiny but fit my high arched feet perfectly. I was right! It immediately felt very comfortable to walk around in these heels. I was at the mirror again and couldn't believe that the blonde sexy siren wearing high-heeled shoes was me. "What am I doing?" I thought with guilty feelings. "I am only borrowing this body until I get my male body back!" I quickly threw the shoes in the closet and put on denim jeans and a bulky sweatshirt. On second thought, I grabbed the heels again and stuffed them in a carry bag. I had to get back to the gym to confront John and tell him to reverse the spell! The only problem was it was night-time and everyone was home. It would have to wait until tomorrow. I threw everything into the corner. I did something that night that I had not done since my grandmother died- I cried my self to sleep! The next day, I had no luck calling the gym or finding John Rollins. And it was just plain weird to call my home telephone number. I tried a second time and found out that the 'new' Jerry Kelly had no idea what I tried to explain. He kept saying how glad it was to hear from his good friend- 'Sandy'. It was as if someone had taken over my male body and had the former memories erased. I rushed to get to the gym in the morning. My brain was overloaded with all the feminine objects that I woke up to. Sandy's apartment was my apartment now. Except, I was a stranger to her everyday female things. I saw all the dresses and 'unmentionables' located in the closet, this time by daylight. It would be too much for me to try on a dress at this time, so I opted for generic navy shorts and a white baggy blouse. I tried to put on a pair of sneakers but a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals kept finding their way to my fingertips. I cursed and finally put them on! What was with these high heels? I thought. The spell had done something to my brain! I had to drive her car- a two-year-old Miata convertible. While attaching the shoulder belt, I felt the nylon strap nestle between my breasts like an ammunition bandolier. I kept getting lustful looks from other car drivers when I had to stop at red lights. My bountiful mane of Blonde hair would wave like a flag in the wind. I got many a look! It was very distracting because I could remember doing the same thing when I was a male! It was with hesitation that I entered the gym. I knew that things had been done to me that I never would have considered in my wildest imagination. I certainly did not want things to get worse. All I wanted was to change back to my male body and get the hell out of this town. The gym was crowded. No doubt word had spread about its body enhancing reputation. It seemed that there was three times as many women as men working out. I walked by Raina's office and saw her quietly working on some paperwork. She saw me and gave me that sorrowful look again. I could swear she was trying to say something to me but was prevented by some power. Just then, I got my wish to find John Rollins. He had quietly approached me from behind and made me almost jump out of this pretty female skin when he spoke to me. "Ah, my pretty one has come back! Did you enjoy your little transformation?" He snickered. "I am sorry about the delay, but I have had time to improve on some of the incantations now. Would you like another demonstration?" I was going to angrily confront him and demand that he change my body back but his words sent a chill down to my new shapely bones. "Please!" I spurted out in a high feminine squeak. I was embarrassed to only get out one word when I wanted to speak volumes of the terrible thing he had done. "No, I don't think so!" He said in a sinister manner. "Now that you are here, I have another surprise for you. I have performed a few other body swaps and found out that many are just as unhappy as you are with the gender change. I have a cure with a new 'adjustment' spell that I found in the book." I was exactly in the predicament that I wanted to avoid. He was insane and would not listen to anyone. I looked at Raina for help and she just sat at her desk staring very somberly at the both of us. My heart was beating rapidly and my palms started to perspire as I realized that John had his eyes closed and was quietly reciting some unintelligible phrases. His voice was rising and he finished the incantation and pointed his finger at me! I swear a tiny flash of light jumped from his fingertips to me at that instant. I felt a momentary feeling of dread, then a quiet calm started to take over me in a strange way. He started to laugh and asked me, "Do you feel any different, Girl? I was startled by his question because it was still the same me inside this beautiful female body. John got very close to me and said; "I get very turned on by this part of the spell, would you answer some simple questions for me?" Without waiting for me to answer, he questioned, "If I were to introduce you to someone, how would you answer your name?" I thought this a ridiculous question because he knew who I really was. "Damn it John, you know I have always been called Sandy!" I said in a very assured tone. I gulped when I realized what I had said. "I mean my name is really Sandy!!" This time I felt a shiver run down my spine when realization came to me that I could not repeat my former male name. "And how long have you been a woman?" John said with an evil look. Another preposterous question I thought. I knew darned well that I was only changed into a woman since yesterday. He wasn't going to trap me this time and I said," I have been a female all my life!" I smiled back at him with realization that I fooled him. It didn't occur to me that my words were not portraying my thoughts. Things were getting a little confusing. John was becoming excited and I was beginning to feel a little timid with these questions. "Sandy, you are going to make a fine girl, matter of fact you are going to like the feminine existence more than you ever imagined. By the way, have you noticed anything different on you now? Why don't you come over here with me to this mirror." As in a trance, I felt the electrifying touch of his obvious strong male hand grasp my slim female fingers as he led me to the full-length mirror on the wall. I looked at my reflection and it was with nothing less than pure astonishment. I put aside the leering look from a very animated John Rollins looking at my new female embodiment. Looking back me through my eyes was not a foreign female body. It was not the 'Sandy' body with 'Jerry' trapped inside. I realized that this image was all me. I had suddenly accepted this image as mine. I studied the fine blonde hairs above the suggestively pouting lips with detail. There would be no more daily face shaving for sure. My hair was perfect and framed a beautiful girlish face that was more suited for a model. My neck was smooth and sloped down to small shoulders that were pulled back in perfect posture to support a pair of gorgeous well proportions breasts! I was astounded by the luscious weight and jiggle of those breasts as I moved and studied my shapely outline. And the nipples! I was immediately aware of the super sensitive feeling of this newly discovered erogenous zone. They would forever remind me of their existence by the erotic stimulation of lacy fabric touching them or just the delight of cool air exciting the nerve ends. Just thinking about them caused them to swell up at attention. My eyes were speckled with delightful emerald colors in an erotic feminine combination. Natural dark coloration of the lower lids contrasted to the big round eyes. I looked deep into the irises to my soul and concluded that something deep in me had changed about my perception of myself. John's spell was forcing an irresistible constant nudge to my womanly acceptance. It was strange that I was beginning not to care. I could have stared at myself for hours if not for John breaking my new reverie by saying, "Sandy, I think you might be more comfortable in a change of clothes?" It was then that I realized that the only outward reminder of femininity on me was the pair of high-heeled sandals that I had put on that morning. The shorts and baggy blouse did nothing to show off this fabulous body. As if on cue, John had a gorgeous female assistant that only looked to be barely twenty years old bring me a garment bag. She patiently removed a complete outfit that I knew was destined for me. The young coed carefully and lovingly arranged exquisite feminine clothing on the table. I would be expected to strip and get into these expressive female garments. Strangely, I felt no shame to remove my clothes and stand completely nude in front of everyone. I was going to savor my display of loveliness. I noticed that all this stimulation was starting to make me lubricate. I was actually starting to get very hot. It was electrifying to feel the soft texture of dark colored hosiery caress my toes and shapely ankles as the willing assistant suggestively applied them. It was a slow and sensual dance of each of her fingers casually touching my sensitive female flesh. She reached around my tiny waist and snapped on a garter belt. I could feel the intense pleasurable feeling of long feminine fingernails reaching around to snap the fine nylon fastener scandalously close to my quivering vagina. Next she picked up a lacy thin red thong panty. I almost fainted to think that this uniquely feminine undergarment would be worn by me. It was a slow and agonizingly erotic manipulation by her wonderful touch. She whispered to me, " A real woman always puts her panties over her garter in case she has to quickly remove it for her lover!" She could not resist a playful middle finger exploration of my new labia. My eyes got wide in silent acceptance of her ministrations. The contrast of hot red panties to lacy black stockings was impressive. A new sexual longing was forming. The next item was something wispy light and sexy. She called it a camisole and it was to be worn under the dress. I raised my eyebrows that she curiously did not produce a bra. As if reading my mind she said, "Darling, if you haven't noticed, your new breasts are perfect. They have a natural youthful uplift that should not be constrained in some bra!" The dress was next. It was a designer outfit. It was a simple black and elegant design. As I wriggled my torso through the narrow opening, I could feel my tight buttocks shape themselves into the natural curvature of the short dress. The front was a scoop neck that plunged devastatingly enough to reveal my perfect cleavage. Before I could react, she was putting on a pair of stiletto heels on my dainty feet and gold jewelry around my soft neck. Dangle earrings finished off the ensemble. The assistant was obviously prepared and opened a huge suitcase with a full range of cosmetics and hairstyle tools. It only took a few minutes to apply enough lipstick and eye shadow to produce a dramatic effect. A quick brush of my lustrous hair created a sigh of admiration from this young beauty. I stood up and teetered a little on the unfamiliar heels. I soon got my natural bearings and walked to the mirror once again. It was surreal! I could feel the tender stretch of the elastic garters pull on my stockings on each step. Each step reminding me of pure sensations reserved for enviable females. The short hem of the dress tickled my thighs and displayed my ultra feminine legs perfectly. The black dress hugged my every curve and I detected the push of my bosom and the tight stricture of my waspish waist. The taste of lipstick and expensive perfume brought sensory images of an expensive hooker that I once met on a business trip to Las Vegas. My tiny arched feet felt wonderful as I wiggled my toes in the sexy shoes. I had to bend quite a bit forward in order to see my shoes because of the fullness of my breasts. As I did that, I unconsciously swept the hair from my face in an absolutely feminine gesture. I felt totally different than any sensation I had ever encountered. I was in lust with myself. I was all female and wanted to experience life from the other side! "Ah, I see that you approve of your transformation?" John said as his words made me jump in surprise. "I have one more revelation that you may not have noticed." The words were said in a manner that made me very curious all of a sudden. "Take a look at your left hand!" He said with a glint in his eye. I looked at my sculpted fingers and painted nails. All of a sudden I noticed that there was a huge engagement diamond on my ring finger! "Yes, my dear." He said with authority. "How do you like the prospect of becoming a Doctor's wife? You are engaged to a new Orthopedic Surgeon that suddenly finds you incredibly desirable. I have twisted reality with a nice spell that will have you at the wedding chapel within the week!" His words brought full realization that this wasn't just a fantasy for my own benefit. It was plainly evident that John Rollins considered me to be a virgin and had some demented dream. He had some mysterious intention that I would soon be part of. ******** Meanwhile, across town in a fancy Lawyers office, Roger Smith Esq. grabbed his tummy and said to no one, "I really am getting flabby. Maybe I will take Brenda's suggestion to work out at that new gym!" Roger never trusted Brenda Higgins very much. She was a team leader from the paralegal support staff. She always brought up the fact that her family was not rich enough to have sent her to law school like his family had. Her lot in life was to control the bitchy secretarial pool and keep him supplied with the tedious background information for his cases. But, she was a creature of style and fashion. She would always note if he was wearing a new tie or suit. She dressed well and knew what looked good on a man. She must have been correct to notice his increasing girth around his waist. Brenda harbored acid resentment to Rogers's privileged male position at this firm. She knew better than to speak her mind in fear of losing her job. She suffered in quiet resignation until she researched the gossip concerning the 'Sea and shore Gym'. Many stories were passed around about men never returning from that place. More interesting was that fact that many families could not remember some of the missing relatives. Brenda saw for herself the effect of some of the tanning booths. She was interested and hid in a nearby janitor closet to watch. It was only by accident that she spied upon a session where the man was feminized in front of some casual female customers. Then, a strange man suddenly came out and chanted some subdued words to the watching crowd. It was as if a visual distortion wave emanated from his fingertips throughout the crowd. It only had a circle of power for fifty yards. Just enough to touch all the watchers except her. Brenda noticed that one tall beautiful woman moved differently from everyone else. That woman had a strange gold ring with a beautiful blue stone on her finger. She moved with purpose to the 'new' woman. Everyone else suddenly forgot what they were seeing and continued on their own business- Totally oblivious to the fact that a man had just been changed into a woman! Brenda was certain that Roger would be a great candidate for a little of 'body toning'. The next day at the office, Roger called his secretary and asked for an appointment at the Gym. "Damn that Brenda!" He thought. She sure can nag. She had been making comments all through the morning about how he should better look after himself and buff up! She said it would help in some of the tightly litigated cases in which body language helped to persuade some of the women jurors. Roger cancelled his afternoon appointments and proceeded to the gym. A bubbly blonde haired receptionist met him with huge breasts stuffed in a much too small spandex outfit. "Oh Mr. Smith, thanks for joining our gym. I am sure you are going to like the improvements that we guarantee! But before you go any further, let me introduce you to the owner, Mr. John Rollins!" I thought it kind of strange to be introduced to the owner on the initial sign up but maybe he just wanted some free legal advice. The meeting with John Rollins was very brief and I could only remember an incredible busy office. John shook my hand and mumbled something about "be sure and try the tanning booth, it will add some bounce to your walk!" It was evident that Brenda was right. I was out of shape and had a lot of trouble with some of the weight machines. My trainer said that I should go easy and try to change muscle groups in a slow deliberate manner! Since it was getting late, I almost decided to pass on the tanning booth and just take a quick shower. But, I was going to do a speech to the environmentalist group in two days. It wouldn't hurt to look healthy with a nice tan. Another airhead bimbo got very excited to see me at the booth. She gushed about her new female friends and how they changed their outlook after a little exercise here. The warm interior was soothing to my sore muscles and I admitted that lying down felt pretty good. I could not believe that they only set the timer for the minimum. I asked why and she said it was because someone in the front office decided that slow changes were less evident to those around you. It must have been my imagination, but I swear I saw someone that resembled Brenda leave from John Rollins office. She was gone before I could establish for sure if it was she. I went home that night and decided to get a nice bottle of wine to sip on while I immersed myself in my built in spa. It would be a quiet night. That night, I dreamt of a long lost girlfriend in high school. I remember hurting her feelings at a dance one night. I had made fun of her wanting to become a veterinarian's assistant. Why she would want to help defenseless animals when there was a corporate world of money to conquer was beyond me. She said I lacked sensitivity. I remember her saying to me, "Roger, you only see the world in hard sharp edges, there is another soft side to things. Maybe it would help to walk in my shoes sometimes!" Time went on. The next day I woke up late. I never wake up late! I rushed to the office and noticed that they had changed the logo on the outside sign. My name was actually replaced in a much smaller font with all the partners! I didn't have a lot of time to think about it because Brenda was in my face about the secretarial pool demanding an across the board pay raise. It must have been my increased stress level because either Brenda looked taller or I needed my wingtips adjusted! Looking down at my shoes I noticed that indeed, my wingtips were gone. What was I doing wearing these Italian loafers? They were low to the ground and almost feminine in their design. I don't remember owing anything like them. Not only that, but Brenda had decided to wear the tallest pair of pumps I had ever seen. Very inappropriate for the office, I thought. She must have read my mind because she looked at me with a sneer and said, "Roger, it's a nice touch to replace your tie with that rich looking gold necklace, but this isn't casual Friday!" Sure enough, looking down at my chest, I was wearing a thick gold braided necklace. But before I could register the shock, Brenda said, "Hmmm.. such a nice gold necklace, don't you think it matches the pretty design on my new ring? I got it from a friend." I looked at her ring and the gold design matched my necklace for certain. Very odd! I could not take my eyes off the stone. It was a huge blue stone with a tiny flicker of light inside. Brenda kept saying, "That's it Roger, take a deep look at this stone, it is your future!" Suddenly I was alone. I remember looking at the ring and now I was in my office by myself. It was time to get down to some law work. I searched the phone buttons to call my secretary and could not find the marked call button. I pressed the switchboard operator and said, "This is Mr. Smith. Someone has altered my phone, could you please page my secretary?" "Mr. Smith?" the operator asked with a question." Don't you remember? Jr. Partners don't have personal secretaries! They have to use the pool services under Miss Higgins supervision!" I was in shock. How could they have demoted me down to Jr. Partner and taken my personal secretary from me? I was going to go directly to the Executive Penthouse and ask the committee why this was happening to me. But before I could act, the phone rang with my trembling hands still on the receiver. It was Brenda Higgins! "Roger, I hear you need some typing assistance. I'll send one of the girls directly to your office. Stay put!" I stayed in the office until the 'dictation specialist' arrived. But not until I stewed about it the whole time. The 'girl' turned out to be a fifty-year-old typist working part time. She took one look at me and said, "Mr. Smith, I know it is the fashion for men to wear one gold earring but I salute you for your courage to wear two at the same time. Especially in such a stodgy old law firm." I could only reach up and feel both earrings that were suddenly hanging from my ear lobes. Things were not adding up and I felt bewildered! One thing led to another and the phone kept ringing so that I never made it to the executive offices. In fact, I was almost timid to walk outside my office looking like this. The day ended and the security guard at the door just looked at me and smirked. I could have strangled him on the spot! The next day came before I knew it and I made sure to get to work on time. Someone must have adjusted the car seat because I had to pull it all the way forward to reach the brake pedals. I saw Brenda at the coffee area and made a detour to avoid her. Just as I reached my office, she popped in with a fake cheerful demeanor. "Hey Roger, sleep ok last night? Got any sore muscles? They say I am the best at shoulder massages." With a forceful push, I landed in the chair. She aggressively started to rub my neck and shoulders. I should have recoiled and demanded that she stop, but it unexpectedly felt warm and soothing. "That's it Roger, just relax. Let Mamma take care of you! Her hands were like magic. I had no idea why I was allowing this to happen. "Me and some of my girlfriends are going shopping at Lord and Taylor tonight. Want to come? I bet you would like to find a nice blouse or something!" I opened my one eye to look at her to determine if she really said 'blouse'? She just kept talking. "Oh Roger, you are so tense. I can feel your muscle groups starting to change. Do you still like my ring?" She stopped the massage to show me the ring directly in front of my face. The tiny light was still shining deep within the jewel. I felt that it was drawing me into it again. Just as yesterday. I was abruptly alone in the room. Brenda was gone and everything was eerily quiet. I could hear the outside bustle of the workplace and ringing phones on the other side of the door. Roger had no idea that his Italian loafers started to morf and change physical shape. They became shiny patent leather stylish shoes with a modest block heel. His normal argyle socks slowly faded to sheer tan color and crept up his knees. Also, his hair started to fade to a dirty blonde color and lengthen to touch his earrings. His shoulder blades still tingled from where Brenda had rubbed them. He did not notice that his normally broad masculine shoulders were now rounded and much smoother looking. He also unconsciously cinched in his belt to accommodate his much tinier waist. The sharply pressed trousers and become baggier and gender neutral looking. He thought for a moment that he should call for someone to take dictation but thought that was silly since he had his own computer on the desk. Without hesitation, his shapely thin fingers flew over the keyboard with accuracy and precision. No one would know that he had applied clear lacquer to his fingernails. He did not want to damage his manicure that he got yesterday. Strange, he could not remember exactly where and how that happened. The day passed quickly. He learned that he was given the charge of researching the facts of a sensitive sexual harassment lawsuit. The more he read, the more he felt sympathy for the female in this case. Most of the senior partners avoided him at lunch. A group of them were sitting nearby and looking in his direction. He overheard one of them talking about new law schools allowing graduates to become 'gay' lawyers. Roger straightened up his desk in precise piles of 'to do' paperwork and 'discard paperwork' groups. He put all the pencils in a line and picked up all the balled up papers that missed the trashcan. While walking out the door, Brenda grabbed him and said, "Hey I promised you some help at the mall!" She forcefully guided him to a car full of half drunk secretaries. There had been a birthday party shortly before and someone had 'spiked' the punch. "Roger, do you want to go or not?" Brenda said. "Um, I don't know?" I said with sheepish overtones. "I have never been one to do much shopping by myself." Plus, I thought to myself, I felt that a car full of giddy females might intimidate me at this time. "Oh silly, you have all of us to help you tonight, right girls?" Brenda said as a chorus of women said "Yeah Baby! Shop till you drop!" We stopped at the food court and I decided to eat just a figure preserving salad for some reason. I looked at the burgers and remembered how I would have devoured them on the spot. Brenda then took me to a jewelry store and used it as an excuse to have me stare at the ring again. A strange sensation passed over me and I realized that my legs were getting chilly. Somehow my baggy trousers had transformed into a cute pair of Capri pants. My shoes were red high-heeled Nine West specials that accented the stylish high cut, form fitting pants. It was so natural to cross my legs and dangle one of the shoes off my toes. I had a momentary rush of panic to think I was sitting in girlish clothes in the middle of the mall. I hoped no one was staring at me? I reached down between my legs and discovered in alarm that there was not a zipper on this female garment. My fingernails were now painted in a lovely opal color. Those same fingers were valiantly searching for my trusty cock. I found the much smaller member and rubbed the tiny outline through the material. "Don't get yourself too excited, Hon!" Brenda suddenly exclaimed. Some of the mall crowd might not take it nicely to see a young lady rubbing her crotch in the middle of this store!" I stood up and noticed that my hair was very blonde and hanging down the middle of my back. Strangely, my chest was still flat. I had many curves and contrasts of body shape to suggest that I really looked like a girl but no mammaries. Only when you were up close did I look like a boyish girl dressed to compensate for the deficiencies. I picked up my enormous assortment of bags and said in a new high octave, "Brenda, please take me home!" Here I was, in a throng of women shoppers, dressed very much like them and carrying expensive looking bags from the stores. I could not