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Game, Set and MatchGame, Set and Match
by Paul1954
Prologue
"Thank you mother, oh thank you" I whispered aloud as I kissed the old and dusty
book that I had found in my father's trunk, and then put it down.
If my mother hadn't asked me to come here and sort through my father's
belongings then I would never have found it, the means to what I hoped would
prove to be my salvation.
My father had been missing for eighteen months now, after setting off on that
fated polar expedition, and had never been heard of since. We all feared that he
was now gone for good, and had given up hope of seeing him again. Now, there was
to be a tribute to him and his party, due on the occasion of his fiftieth
birthday, and in the form of a Sunday supplement. Mother had suggested that I
looked through some of his family effects, to see whether there were any old
photographs or anything else that the magazine could use for the supplement.
That was how I ended up in our basement sorting through a large wooden trunk and
that was how I found this book, the book of Ahmet.
(authors note - see Dumb Blond and Becoming Blonde, for further adventures with
the book of Ahmet)
Something about it had aroused my curiosity, and I had spent the rest of the
afternoon reading the English translation from its original Turkish writing. I
had dismissed it at first, finding that all it appeared to contain were spells
and ancient herbal remedies, at least that's what I had thought. It wasn't until
later, when I then found a series of diaries dating back hundreds of years,
charting some of the darker moments of my family history, that I realised that
maybe there was more to it than I had first thought. I soon returned to the book
of Ahmet, and read it with renewed interest. Unless it was all fiction then it
might hold some interesting possibilities.
Now, after many hours of studious reading, I had come across a spell, one
particular spell, that might provide the answer to my prayers.
I wrapped the book in some old newspaper and then plastic to protect it, and
returned to my room, a plan to enact the conditions that the spell required to
take effect already forming in my mind.
* * * * * * *
"Hey sis - are you sure that you want to go through with this? You're going to
find it very hard to live this down once I've beaten you - I'll make sure of
it"!
Veronica glared at her brother Ralph momentarily as he sat on his wooden chair,
exactly the same as the one that she was sitting on herself, albeit on the other
side of the tennis court. Her eyes narrowed as she thought about how proud and
arrogant he was - the only St. John male to bear the family name, and how she
had spent all of her life living in his shadow, despite the fact that she was a
year his senior. She cursed the 'proud' traditions of English heritage, and how
it had denied her, the eldest child, of carrying on the family name, just
because she had been born female.
"Oh, don't you worry about me 'bro', I'm ready all right, ready to take you on
and put you in your rightful place once and for all"!
The only response her rejoinder received was a short laugh, her brother being
seemingly amused at the thought that she seriously believed that she could beat
him. Well he could think what he liked. If everything went as she hoped then
'he' would be the one who would find it hard to live down 'his' defeat, for she
would then have everything - everything that he had always been able to claim as
his own, ever since his birth. That had been the terms of the bet they had made.
A secret smile crept over her face as she lowered her head a little, but
continued to watch him through the strands of her long auburn hair that she was
in the process of tying behind her head. He was standing now and performing some
athletic looking stretches, putting his weight onto one knee and then pivoting
his head. Reluctantly, she had to admit that he was remarkably good looking,
even for a brother! Any one of her friends would have paid her for the
opportunity of spending a night with him, but there was no way she'd do anything
that might help them with that. He was insufferable enough already, and she
didn't want to inflate his ego any further.
It was such a shame that she had to feel this way but she had suffered all her
life, with his easy acceptance of his implied male superiority, and the fact
that he seemed to enjoy letting her know it. Last weekend though, had been the
last straw. She had just won the Ladies Single competition at the University
that they both attended, whilst he had only reached the semi's in the Men's
equivalent before being beaten. For the first time she had felt that she was one
up on him, that she had out achieved him, but even that had been spoiled for
her. He had joined her, when she had been celebrating at the victory ball, along
with a group of her friends, and had completely denigrated her victory. His
words still echoed through her ears.
"Well you might think that you've outdone me for once sis, but the day that you
can beat a man over five sets is the day that I'll agree that your victory had
any merit. The three sets that you women play is merely a warm up as far as I
concerned, and I still say that reaching the men's semi's is the greater
achievement".
She could still vividly remember the wave of anger she had felt as he had
belittled her in front of her friends. She just couldn't have let him get away
with such chauvinistic bullshit - not in so public a fashion. She had responded
to his insult before he had even drawn another breath.
"That's crap Ralph, and you know it. You men think you're so strong and
powerful, and maybe muscle wise you are! There is more to power than just brute
strength though, and that's where we women excel. We've got an inner strength
that you'd never even understand"!
"Ha! Typical. You're just trying to avoid the issue. I suppose that you'll tell
me next that women are tougher than men because you have periods, and if you're
not having them then you're having babies. That's what you always fall back on!"
he snorted
Veronica had been stunned. He had always been a pain - every brother is a pain -
but he was reaching new lows today. How could he - how dare he?
Her friends were equally outraged, and urged her to prove her brother wrong,
although she would have done it anyway.
"Okay then, Mister superior. Why don't you put your money where your mouth is! I
challenge you to a five set match, and then we can see who is really the better
tennis player, and who is really the stronger".
"You must be joking. Why should I waste my time when there could only be one
outcome? It's just not worth my effort".
"Not worth your effort! Why you arrogant .. okay, then let's make it a little
more interesting and wager something - something that is worth more than just
your effort. Well, here's my offer. If you beat me then I will make a speech to
the whole of the University, admitting your claim that you are far superior to
me, and I will never, ever challenge anything you say, ever again".
She heard her friends gasp at her words, as Ralph's eyebrows furrowed. She knew
that she had piqued his interest.
"And what do you get out of it sis? What's in it for you, in the unlikely event
that you win"?
"What, apart from the satisfaction of putting you in your place and proving that
you're all mouth? Well it's going to have to be something good - something that
will hurt if you lose".
They both went quiet for the moment as Veronica considered what might really
hurt him, and he struggled to think what on Earth she might want him to do, or
give her. Suddenly, Veronica's eyes brightened and she clapped her hands
together with excitement. She was about to tell him but then considered that it
might be better to explain her challenge in private. What she was about to
suggest would surely be too much to expect him to accept otherwise! She pulled
him aside, whilst the ever growing crowd of onlookers watched expectantly.
"I've thought of something, although it's a big deal bro. How about, if I beat
you, I take over what's yours. Your claim to the estate - the title -
everything. You can sign a document that will renege on your lineage and
nominate me to take over all the family responsibilities and titles you have
always expected as your own. We've no other brothers or sisters so it will just
be down to us"!
Ralph looked at her as if she'd gone mad. Did she really expect him to agree to
that - to him losing everything he had been brought up to believe would one day
be his own?
"No way sis! If I agreed to that then I'd have little to win except to see you
publicly humiliated, whilst if you win then you'd have my entire future. That
seems a little one-sided, don't you think".
Just then one of Veronica's friends, a girl called Cathy who had always fancied
Ralph, called over to find out what was going on.
"What's going on Veronica - have you two sorted this out yet"?
"I thought we had Cathy, but it seems as if Ralph is having second thoughts. He
seems to think the stakes I've proposed are too high".
"I'm not having second thoughts at all, I just think what you're asking is too
much" Ralph answered her, now starting to sound a little annoyed.
"But I thought that you had no chance of losing to a 'girl', especially a girl
like me. Of course, if you're not so sure, and you're frightened .." Veronica
goaded him.
Ralph flushed. There was no way that he could back down now. The group of people
surrounding them had swollen in number, and there were now quite a few of his
own friends present, also urging him on.
"Okay then - you're on. A five-set match with competition rules. Name your time
and place".
A smug smile appeared on Veronica's face. She just couldn't believe that she had
gotten him to go along with this. Now all she had to do was win.
"How about a week on Saturday, on our own court. Cathy can umpire the match,
that is if you're not bothered about letting a girl do such a tough task, or
think she might favour me"!
"Choose who you like. You'll need all the help you can get" he snarled, and then
stormed off, leaving her alone with her friends.
Despite them constantly cajoling her, she refused to let them in on what Ralph
had agreed to, just saying that they'd be in for a real surprise once she'd won.
Her recollections were interrupted by a call from the umpire's chair, as Cathy
called them to play.
"Okay guys - time to play. You've got a ten minute warm up period and then it's
game on. Get yourselves ready".
"Come on sis - you heard her. The sooner we start the better. I've got things to
do later so I'd like to get this over with as soon as possible" Ralph called out
to her, taking his position at the far end of the court.
"I'm as ready as I need to be" she retorted, ignoring his jibe as she let her
pony tale settle into place behind her back, and then stood and smoothed her
small skirt down along her thighs.
She felt a small fluttering from within as she experienced the nervous tension
that she always felt before a big match, but it didn't bother her. She knew that
it was exactly this feeling that gave her an edge in the other matches that she
had played. She just hoped that it would work as well for her this time.
She took the court and then started trading some shots with Ralph by way of
warming up. Five minutes later she was facing him, crouching down on her
haunches, and preparing to receive the first ball. She was determined to ensure
that the toss would be the only thing that Ralph won today.
"All right then - game on!" Ralph called out, and powered his first serve deep
into the far corner of the serving box.
Veronica stretched across and attempted to get her racquet to the ball, but
could only watch as the speed of the shot took the ball out of her reach. An
element of real doubt entered her mind for the first time. Hell, if he kept up
this standard she would be out of it in straight sets!
The next shot took a similar path, although this time she managed to just get an
edge to it. She managed to get a return in next time, and on the fourth attempt
even managed to get a point. Another ace though, finished the first game. They
both retired to their seats, with him confident that he would wrap this up, and
with her looking at how she might change her game plan to account for his power.
She lost the next game, and also the next, before she finally managed to pick up
a game on her serve. Soon though, the first set was over 6-1. She put her head
in her hands momentarily, at a loss as to how she would counter his superior
power. She looked across to Cathy, hoping that maybe the sight of her closest
friend might give her some inspiration, but she was too busy looking at Ralph,
no doubt admiring his body, she thought bitterly. Just then she heard her
brother shout across to her.
"If I was you I'd start working on your speech sis" he taunted her, as she
pulled off her perspiration soaked top, exposing her sports bra, and pulled on a
fresh one.
His goading was intended to undermine her confidence but, in fact, only served
to increase her determination to win. After a drink, she stepped out on the
court again and prepared to make her serve. She was not going to give in to him
without a fight.
This time, things started out a little differently. She moved into the ball with
a new sense of purpose and within the next two minutes had won the first game of
the new set. Ralph won the next game but Veronica won the third, finding that
the accuracy of her serve was forcing him to run around the court more than he
seemed comfortable with. A surge of confidence filled her whilst his suffered,
and on the next game Ralph's own serve started to become erratic. Veronica
finally won the second set 7-5 and the match was level once again.
It wasn't long before the third set started following the same pattern, with
Veronica winning the first game to love. This time though, as they both returned
to their seats for a break, Veronica noticed that something seemed to be
bothering Ralph. He was to be rubbing his right arm as if something was wrong
with it, and then started doing the same with his right leg.
"Hey - I hope you're not going to claim that you're injured or anything!" she
shouted across to him, causing him to look up at her.
She noticed a strange look in his eyes, a look of bemusement - or was it
something else?
"N..no - I'm not crying off. It's just that my arm and leg are aching. Maybe
I've pulled a muscle, or got a strain or something".
Veronica smiled to herself. She was starting to really believe that she could
pull this off now and when she won the next game, on Ralph's serve, she started
to feel a new strength building from somewhere deep within her. Instead of
feeling tired, as she would have usually done at this stage of a match, she was
actually growing stronger.
Veronica's confidence soared again as she returned to the court and then tossed
the ball in the air at the start of her service game. Her racquet described an
arc as it smashed into the ball and it powered past her brother, leaving him
somewhat shaken, although the ball actually went out of play.
"Whew - that was some serve sis! Where did you learn to hit it that hard"?
She didn't answer, instead taking a deep breath to compose herself. Ralph was
right - that ball had burned. She was hitting it harder than ever, but she had
also lost some accuracy in the process. The next serve followed the same
pattern, but by the time she hit her third ball she was starting to compensate
for her extra power and ran out the game a comfortable winner.
As the next game progressed she was really on top of things now, in direct
contrast to her brother, who was visibly struggling to reach her shots in time.
He just couldn't seem to get enough speed to respond to her newly discovered
power. In fact his shoulders were starting to droop in defeat, making him look a
little shorter than he been earlier to Veronica's eyes.
She shook her head in disbelief. Surely, it was just an optical illusion, but
then noticed that she felt different herself. She could swear that her muscles
seemed to have grown and that she seemed to be a little taller. The changes were
almost imperceptible, but still felt real to her, although she shrugged it
aside, convinced that it was just the adrenaline fuelled high she was on, that
was making her feel this way.
The game fell into a pattern at that point with Ralph picking up the odd game,
but Veronica keeping ahead of him all the time. Veronica hadn't noticed anything
else unusual happening and had forgotten about what she had thought she had seen
earlier by now. As she took the third set and sat back in her chair, knowing one
more set would give her victory, the air seemed to shimmer, and she felt a
tingling sensation pass through her body.
She had to concentrate to regain her focus but as she did so, she noticed her
top felt a little tighter. Before she could investigate any further though, she
heard a muffled cry from the other side of the court, and looked up to see Ralph
running quickly to the locker room, knocking over two chairs as he seemed to be
struggling to keep his balance.
"Hey - what's going on? Is he giving up or something? He .. you looked a little
strange!" Cathy said, as Veronica watched Ralph enter the men's locker room.
"I don't know" Veronica replied abstractly, looking back down at her own body
again, and noticing that her breasts seemed flatter.
She ran her hands across her shoulders and could have sworn that they had grown
in size. A quick glance down at her thighs showed that they seemed different as
well. She lifted her skirt a little and could see that they seemed less rounded
and more muscular. Now that she thought about it, Ralph's shorts had seemed
tighter as she had watched him run, his rear appearing rounder. It was almost as
if ... no! That couldn't be!
"Well is going to come back, 'cause if he's not here in the next then he'll have
to forfeit"!
"Just wait a minute Cathy, and I'll go and see what's going on. I want to beat
him fair and square, not have him surrender the match like this".
Veronica stood up and noticed that she was definitely taller, and also that her
panties actually felt a little loose. She walked slowly towards the locker room
and got there just in time to see Ralph exit.
"Are you going to be okay to carry on?" she asked him, trying to control the
shock she felt when he stood next to her.
They were the same size, definitely, and that wasn't all. His hair seemed to
changing to an auburn colour and slightly longer, and his whole stature seemed
smaller, more slender. She could swear that he also had the beginnings of twin
mounds on his chest, but he had changed into a larger top that disguised the
signs of his change slightly, so it was hard to be sure. She also thought she
could see the outline of a tight bandage wrapped right across where his .. his
breasts would be, if he had them, she caught herself thinking.
"I..I'll carry on sis. I'm as ready as I'll ever be s..so let's get on with it"
he answered, his voice breaking up even as he spoke.
As he walked away Veronica put her hand to her mouth. He was even starting to
walk with a slight swaying motion. There was no doubt about it - Ralph seemed to
be turning into a girl! She then thought about her own changes and reasoned that
if he was turning into a girl then she.. she must be turning into a man! I..it
was impossible.
As she walked back to the court she realised that she had first noticed a
difference in them both when she had gone in front in the match for the first
time. The changes had then become exponential when she had won the third set. If
the match carried on in this vein then she was sure that further big changes
would occur once she had won the total match, changes that she now suspected
sure would leave her as a man, and Ralph a girl!
She briefly turned her thoughts back to the wager she had made with Ralph, where
if she won she would inherit everything that was his. Did this mean that she was
turning into a man, or maybe even Ralph as a way of meeting that condition?
B..but she was happy being a girl - she didn't want to be a man!
"Come on then sis, or h..have you run out of steam now that three sets have
gone?" Ralph taunted her, doing his best to sound as menacing as he could, with
his ever-shifting voice.
That did it - she just couldn't live like this any longer. If it meant becoming
completely male to shut him up for good, then that's what she would do. She
returned to the court once more, and shaped up for his serve, returning it with
ease. The rest of the match followed, with the now weakened and upset Ralph
being no match for his inspired sister. They finally came to match point and
Veronica served an ace to claim the fourth set 6-0. That was it - she had beaten
him three sets to one!
Feeling elated, she ran over to the net, punching the air with her racquet, but
almost fell as she noticed a shimmering in front of her, accompanied by a
feeling that her body was changing. It felt as if her insides were being ripped
out. She was vaguely aware that Ralph seemed to be in some difficulty as well as
she heard Cathy jump down from the umpires chair and run across to them.
"Oh my God! What's happening to you - yo..your skin seems to be crawling"?
"G..get help Cathy. Get help!" Veronica managed to get out, her voice breaking
and getting deeper.
Cathy ran back to the house as quickly as she could manage to, but the tennis
courts were a good five minutes from where anyone else would be. Veronica hoped
that whatever was about to happen would be finished by the time that she could
get anyone. It would be better that way.
She felt a stretching sensation as her bone shifted their configuration and
grew, and then looked at Ralph as she heard him cry in an ever more feminine
voice. She looked on in wonder as he removed his shirt and tore away the
bandages that had been binding his chest. As the bandages fell away a pair of
breast hung free, swaying slightly with his movement. He then screamed again and
tore at his shorts as the fabric strained with the increasing size of his hips.
Veronica's attention turned back to herself as she felt a curious sensation from
her groin, and then grabbed underneath her skirt with her larger hands, to feel
what she knew were the beginnings of a penis. As she groped herself she could
feel that her slit had already closed up, and that two lumps were appearing
where her labia had once been.
As the pain started to recede, both brother and sister sat up and stared at each
other, the changes they were undergoing virtually completed. It was difficult to
know where to begin but eventually, Veronica was the first to speak.
"R..Ralph! Is .. was that really you? You..you look just like.."
"Me! Is that what you were going to say sis, because you sure as hell look just
like me"?
Veronica shivered. It was quite creepy hearing someone else speak with what had
moments ago, been her own voice. It was true though - Ralph did look just like
she did - had! The terms of their wager had somehow changed them into to each
other to satisfy its conditions. But that was crazy! A bet, or wager, was not a
living thing and couldn't change reality - could it?
"Look, I don't know what's happened here but we'd better get this sorted out
quickly before Cathy returns with help. Have you any idea what caused this?"
Veronica asked him, still amazed at the deeper voice that was now emanating from
her throat.
The pretty girl, once Ralph, shook her head, her long auburn hair swirling as
she did so.
"N..no, but I'll never live it down if this gets out" she cried, "we've got to
keep this a secret"!
Suddenly, Veronica had a moment of inspiration.
"Okay - then we will for now. Get out of your clothes quickly, and I'll do the
same, and then we can swap things. Nobody will know anything's happened then,
and it'll give us some time to try and sort this out".
The both quickly stripped, Ralph as if on autopilot, and winced as they put on
the damp and sweat stained clothes they had each had been wearing. They were
just in time as Cathy returned along with their mother.
"Are you two all right?" she said as she ran towards them, full of motherly
concern.
Veronica, now Ralph, put his large arm across his mother's shoulder.
"Sure mother - I think it was just the excitement and the heat. It must have
overwhelmed us".
"B..but I saw you. Y..your bodies were moving - changing!" Cathy exclaimed.
"Well, it was a long time for you also Cathy, sitting up there in that chair for
two hours. The heat must have got to you as well. Anyway, I think its time that
we showered and changed into something fresh - don't you sis?" the new Ralph
said looking at Veronica, his arm remaining around his mothers shoulders as they
walked towards the locker room.
Ralph had to remind his new sister that the women's locker room was in the
opposite direction from that she had changed in originally, and was then just
about to enter the men's room when his mother stopped him.
"Oh, by the way. Who actually won that stupid bet in the end"?
Ralph paused and thought for a moment.
"Well you could say that Cathy did, but you could also say that we both lost
something".
"Oh! Well I don't know what you're talking about but I hope that's the end of
this stupid bickering between the two of you. It's about time you grew up and
started seeing things from the others point of view" she said, walking back
towards the house as Ralph stood in the door.
He looked across to see the pretty girl he had once been stand at her locker
room door and look back at him.
"I think that maybe we will now mother. Maybe we will".
* * * * * * *
Epilogue
I could hardly wait to return back to the locker room and pull off the dampened
clothes I had had to put on. I felt elated. The spell had worked perfectly, just
as I had hoped, and now I would have everything that I had always envied in my
sibling. The hardest part had been trying to act as if I hadn't known what was
going on! Well it was all over now, and I had prevailed.
I reached behind the locker and pulled out the book of Ahmet, still wrapped and
where I had hidden it earlier. I would have to hide this now, and hide it for
good. There was no way that I wanted anyone else to find it and possibly undo
what I had achieved. I put in the bottom of the bag that was now mine and then
stepped into the shower, marvelling at the difference between this new body and
the one I had previously owned.
I lathered up my hands and stood underneath the steaming spray and then rubbed
the soap into .. into my breasts. Yes MY breasts now, and how good they felt as
well. My small and delicate hands travelled down my smooth and flattened groin
and then crept between my legs, discovering the glorious negativity that now
belonged there. I hadn't really been sure that I wanted to become a girl to
achieve my goal, but as I felt myself responding to my own touch, I knew that I
would get used to it.
All my life I had envied Veronica. She had never had to shoulder the burden of
being the heir elect; to be expected to be Lord St. John one day, like I had
since birth. She had even always claimed that it should have been hers by right,
since she was the eldest. Well she could have it now - she could have it all.
She had always been the stronger one. Instead I would be the one to be courted,
having someone look after me and best of all, having no expectations made upon
me at all, and still be a wealthy woman, like all my ancestors had been. I could
live my life just however I liked.
I stepped out of the shower and admired my curvy body in the full-length mirror
and smiled to myself.
I might have lost the battle, but I had won the war.
Game, Set and Match!
The End
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