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SRU: Honesty
By Heather St. Claire
From the time I was old enough to walk and talk, my mother and father
always taught me the importance of honesty. I listened carefully, and tried to
put their teachings into practice in my life. I usually have, by the way. I'm
not claiming to be a saint, but can say I've lived a basically honest life.
Too bad my principles deserted me when it came to the most important
opportunity of my life. As a result, I almost let the chance to realize my
greatest dream slip through my fingers.
About the time my folks were beginning to teach me that priceless lesson,
an important realization dawned within me: I should have been born a girl. It
was conviction that only grew and intensified in the years that followed. Thanks
to magazines, books and television, I knew that I wasn't alone in the world. But
it wasn't until I got on-line that I learned just how many men there were who
shared my dream.
When I read about that traveling magic store, Spells R Us, I knew the
solution to my yearning was at hand. At the time, I was living on the outskirts
of a large city; there were half a dozen mega-malls within its metropolitan
region.
I figured it was something of a long shot, but I decided that if I spent
enough time in the malls, I would turn the corner one day and find Spells R Us
in place of some pet shop or Orange Julius.
But it wasn't just enough to find the place, I knew; I needed a strategy
for dealing with the Wizard. What troubled me was that I had never found a story
about the Wizard changing a man into a woman simply because he desired it. No,
he only seemed to take delight in transforming poor, unsuspecting fellows, who
were anguished to watch their manhood disappear.
Sometimes, the old man seemed to do it just for the capricious fun of it;
in the other cases, it was clearly meant as punishment for immoral or amoral
behavior.
In real life, despite being a large man with a deep voice, I tended to be
somewhat shy and reserved. I also would call myself clean and well-groomed. I
decided that I would be none of these things if and when I met the Wizard. It
was a risky strategy, as I knew I could very well end up a sex-crazed bimbo, but
I didn't care. As long as I was going to be young, female and beautiful, I
didn't care about my IQ or libido level.
I planned out a route that would carry me to each of the six malls every
Saturday and Sunday. I resolved to be patient; I told myself that if nothing
else, I would end up in a lot better condition with all that walking around.
(Provided, of course, I could avoid Mrs. Fields'...)
After one month, I was still confident in the success of my plan.
After seven months, I was beginning to lose heart. My sense of logic was
telling me that this is a huge country; who knew how long it might be before the
Wizard dropped in on my city? And even if he did, what was there to guarantee I
would be in the right mall at the right moment?
So I skipped the next weekend; spent the whole time inside my apartment,
sleeping or watching television. But I realized I could never meet the Wizard
this way; so I quickly shook off my depression and was back at it the next
weekend. I told myself that this was a test of faith; and indeed, it was.
Another nine weeks passed.
It was a bright, clear Saturday morning. I had just entered the Lone Pine
Mall, made my usual left turn and traveled no more than 100 yards... when I
found myself staring right at the facade of Spells R Us.
I immediately felt my heart beating strong and faster; I think my legs
were trembling, too. I sat down on a bench to catch my breath, and plot my
approach. As I was thinking, I rubbed my chin, and felt my beard stubble... all
part of my plan to alter my appearance and personality. I wanted to seem as
slovenly as possible.
Reaching into the small paper sack I had brought along, I took out the
usual items I had been carrying with me on this journey; a water bottle and a
limburger and onion sandwich. Each trip, I drank the water; but at the end of
the weekend, the sandwich ended up in the trash, untouched. Now, I had to
actually summon up the courage to choke done my concoction.
While I did that, I ran through my self-hypnosis routine one more time.
This was where I was taking my greatest risk. I knew I was foolish to try to
deceive a mind-reader. But from what I had learned, I just had to temporarily
block any conscious thoughts of my true reason for being there; for these
crucial few minutes, I had to convince myself that I truly was the obnoxious
jerk I was pretending to be.
As I finished my sandwich, I tossed the empty sack in the direction of a
nearby trashcan. When it hit the floor, I made no move to pick it up. I watched
people passing by the strange storefront. No one else made a move to go in; no
one else even seemed to notice it. I stood up, and headed toward and door of
Spells R Us, and, I hoped, toward my destiny.
As the door swung open, I heard the familiar tinkle of the bell, and I
smiled.
There was no one in sight, so I took a moment to survey the amazing array
of stuff that was packed into the place, piled seemingly everywhere. Under
normal circumstances, I would have waited patiently. So instead, I let out a
loud belch and yelled, "Hey! Anybody around?" Immediately, I then indulged in
another no-no... I started pawing through the merchandise. I had picked up a
large, but lightweight box and started shaking it. It was covered with mystical
pictures and symbols. From behind me, I heard a voice say, "John, please don't
touch that."
I put the box back on the shelf and pivoted around and found myself face-
to-face with the Wizard. Yes, he was wearing the familiar robe covered with the
mystical symbols; I wasn't surprised at all, but knew I had to pretend to be.
"Who are you?" I demanded. "And how the heck did you know my name?"
The old man smiled slightly and said, "I'm a Wizard, John; that's how I
knew your name. Now why are you in my store? What can I do for you?"
"A Wizard?" I laughed as loudly as I could and brought up another
limburger and onion belch. The old man flinched at the odor, and I added a
contemptuous, "Yeah, sure!" I could see a look of annoyance beginning to creep
across his face, but tried not to let any sign of pleasure register with me,
outwardly or inwardly.
"Okay," I said skeptically, "If you're a magician--"
"Wizard," he interrupted.
"Okay, if you're a wizard, I'd really like something that will help me get
into a hot chick's panties!" I hoped my expression appeared as lewd as I wanted
it to be.
"That will be no problem, John," he said, heading to the rear of the shop.
"I've got something that will take care of you nicely." I tried very hard to
contain the joy that was surging inside of me.
Soon, he had returned, holding a dark brown bottle that reminded me of my
father's cough syrup. There was a crude drawing of a beautiful girl on the label
and writing in a language I didn't recognize. The label seemed to be wrinkled,
and the bottle had a light layer of dust on it. "This should take care of you,"
he said with a slight grin.
"What is it, some sort of super-powerful Spanish Fly?"
"Something like that."
I asked him how much he wanted; he told me five dollars; I reached into my
pocket and produced a greasy, tattered bill. I then turned toward the door and
managed to cut a loud fart.
"Mr. Parker," he said. "You might want to make a point of coming back here
tomorrow. I might have something you'll want... or need." He was, I assumed,
referring to the packet that would contain all the identification I would need
for my new female identity. "Okay, man, whatever," I said, as I heard the bell
of the door tinkle behind me.
As soon as I was out of sight of the storefront, I broke into a run... or
maybe a fast trot. I sure didn't want to risk tripping and breaking the bottle.
I simply could not wait to get home, drink the liquid, and complete my
transformation. What would it feel like? How would I look? I could not believe
that a dream of more that two decades was about to be fulfilled, that my life
would be changed forever.
I rushed into my apartment, slammed the door and locked it. I sat down in
a comfortable chair, and took a careful look at the label. As I had guessed, I
couldn't read a word of it. So, throwing caution to the wind, I unscrewed the
top and drank the entire contents.
It had a thin, almost watery kind of taste. I though it might be unusually
bitter, sweet, or thick, but it was none of these things. I was somehow...
disappointed.
I sat for nearly half an hour, waiting for something to happen... but it
didn't. I paced around the apartment, went in the bathroom to check myself in
the mirror several times in case there were changes visible that I couldn't see.
I was beginning to think something was wrong, and wandered into the kitchen to
begin doing the leftover breakfast dishes.
Suddenly, I was hit by intense cramps. I staggered back to my chair and
sat down, rocking back and forth in pain. I had never been so happy to be sick!
I unzipped my jeans and worked my shorts down enough to see my shrinking
penis... my testicles withdrawing inside of me... and new, feminine lips
forming.
There was an intense tingle in my chest as my nipples suddenly became
extremely sensitive. I couldn't help but unbutton my shirt to begin stroking
them... it was so wonderful to play with them as they grew... first from tiny
bumps behind the nipples, to small mounds, to luscious half-globes, all within a
matter of minutes.
I had been concentrating on my breasts and genitals, but now, I became
aware of all the other wonderful changes that had been taking place. The hand
that was stroking those breasts was so much thinner and softer than it had been
just a short time before. The nails on it had gained about half an inch in
length, as well as a coat of bright red polish.
My arms and legs were now slim and wonderfully feminine in shape and
almost free of body hair. My neck--I felt it with such joy! I had had a football
player's build as a man... this neck was thin, long, elegant, almost swan-like.
I could tell my face was profoundly different, and that it was now framed
by a mass of wavy hair, but to know what it looked like; I needed to return to
the mirror.
My breath was taken away by the beautiful form that was staring back at
me. Long, wavy auburn hair; a heart-shaped face with big brown eyes, a long,
thin nose, big pouty lips, high cheekbones... I was... well, exquisite was the
word that came to mind. I was beautiful, and it was a classy beauty... no bimbo
here!
As I wandered into my bedroom I thought about how I felt. Well, absolutely
gorgeous, for one thing. But I also felt much the same as I had before,
mentally. I hadn't seemed to have lost any IQ points... and while I certainly
felt a greater sexual hunger in this body, my libido wasn't out of control. It
seemed that I had all the advantages of this change... without any of the most
common pitfalls.
In preparation for this glorious day, I had purchased a selection of
panties, shorts and tops in various sizes, in hopes that I would turn out to
have something that fit me. I soon found a black bikini bottom, cutoff jeans,
and a pink T-shirt. I had no bra, and I really needed one, but it was fun to
walk around without one for a while.
I was so eager to parade my new body in public, to start buying a new
wardrobe, but something was holding me back. I thought I would just stay in for
the afternoon and evening, exploring my new body, and getting to know its every
intimate detail. I could go out tomorrow, when I picked up my identification
from the Wizard. After all, I had a lifetime ahead in this body, right?
So I spent the next several hours just playing with my pussy and breasts,
staring at myself in the mirror, and dreaming about the rest of my life. I also
drank half a bottle of white wine.
It was somewhere around midnight, I think, when I fell asleep on top of my
bed. I woke up around 9 a.m. with a strange feeling. Or more properly, I might
call it a familiar feeling.
My feet were too close to the foot of the bed. I didn't feel my hair
brushing against my shoulders anymore. That pleasant new weight on my chest,
that I had gotten used to so quickly, was gone. And between my legs, something
that I thought I would never see or feel again, was back.
"NOOOOOO!" I cried out. I had changed back to my old male self, but why?
The mirror soon confirmed the terrible evidence my hands had discovered.
Soon, I was climbing back into clothes I thought I would never have to
wear again. It was especially painful to pull on cotton briefs, instead of lacy
nylon panties. I got into my car, and drove to the mall. I knew the Wizard
wouldn't have an ID packet for me; so what was he talking about? I pulled into a
parking space near the main entrance, and soon was heading inside the mall.
All the joy had gone out of my step; I was in no particular hurry. But
soon, I was staring at the storefront again, in the same spot it had been
yesterday. With a heavy heart, and more than a little fear of what next awaited
me, I advanced to the door. The tinkle of the bell, which had been such a
harbinger of joy the day before, now seemed tinny and hollow.
"Good morning, John," the Wizard said cheerfully.
"Hello," I replied glumly. There was a long pause, so I went on. "You said
you would have something else for me... what is it?"
"An explanation."
"That's it? An explanation?"
"You might be grateful that I'm giving you that... it's more than I
provide most of my customers."
I nodded, chastened. "Okay, then," I said, taking a deep breath. "Why did
I change back? More than anything, I wanted the transformation to be permanent!"
"I know that."
"You did? Then why did you do this?" I pleaded, pointing at my once-again
male body.
"Because you went about it the wrong way... the dishonest way."
"But all the stories... I always assumed you'd never do it for anyone who
really wanted it..."
"Oh, those stories!" he said with a sigh. "As I've tried to tell other
people, they don't represent a complete picture of me, or my work. Most are the
scribblings of dissatisfied customers; the others are simply the work of men and
women looking for tales to tell with a nice, ironic twist."
He regarded me evenly, and then went on. "But that's not what my work is
all about, by any means. Much of it is rather humdrum, at least by magical
standards. I grant people exactly what they want frequently, including just the
transformation that you sought. All you had to do was ask for it in an honest,
forthright manner, and without any hidden motive."
I couldn't quite take in what I was hearing, at first; but I knew it was
true. "So... that's it... all I had to do was ask?"
"That's all."
"Hmmm," I said. "I know that you often have passes for Bikini Beach... do
you happen to have any today? I would really enjoy a nice, refreshing shower!"
The Wizard smiled, and opened a drawer and withdrew a pass. "There now,"
he said, handing over the pass. "Was that so difficult?"
I can tell you that it wasn't hard at all.
As sure my name is now Joanna Parker, I can tell you it wasn't hard at
all!
The end
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