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SRU: The Good Samaritan
By JDCopyhack
Ryan McGill had it all. Or, so it seemed? He was tall, good
looking, and was one of the most successful businessmen in
Greenbrook. At 35 years old, he was already a millionaire 50
times over. Yet, he would trade it all for one thing: to be a
woman.
He had first experienced this feeling as far back as pre-school
when he often asked his mother why he couldn't wear dresses like
the other girls. The feelings intensified as he grew older,
especially during his teen years, when Ryan watched with envy as
those same girls developed into attractive young women.
Oh, how he wished to be able to wear those clothes and makeup.
How he wished he had breasts and a vagina. Each night he would go
to bed and pray for divine intervention, to somehow awake in the
female body he felt he belonged in. But, his prayers went
unanswered and Ryan tried to manage in a world where he felt all
alone.
Cross-dressing relieved some of his unhappiness. By slipping into
his mother's dress and heels, by applying her lipstick, he was
able to escape his tortured reality, albeit briefly. After all,
what was the point of wearing a bra if you didn't have breasts to
put in one? One day, he caught an episode of "Geraldo" where the
guests were all attractive women who had once been men. They were
called transsexuals, he learned, and suddenly, he didn't seem
quite so alone.
But soon, Ryan's life took another twisted turn as he sprouted to
a height of six-foot, four inches tall. Without ever lifting
weights, he developed broad-shoulders, thick legs, and a solid
build. At 195 pounds, he could no longer fit into any of his
mother's clothing and he was scared to purchase any of his own
for fear of his secret becoming known.
Instead of dating and other social activities, Ryan withdrew and
focused all of his energies on schooling. By the time he
graduated college, he had little trouble finding a job. By the
time he turned 28, he had started his own telecommunications
company that now stood as an industry leader as well as
Greenbrook's top employer.
Life was good, unless, of course, you wished you were the
opposite sex.
***
When he was 32, he made an appointment with a gender counselor,
who explained that hormones could give him a more feminine
figure, but his height and masculine build would make it
difficult for him to pass as a woman and get approved for
surgery. More discouraged than ever, he found another outlet for
his transgender feelings: the Internet.
He adopted a female persona and joined a variety of "straight"
chat rooms as a woman named "Jennifer." And he also discovered a
site that featured stories about a marvelous, magical store
called Spells R Us. The proprietor was a wizard who could change
men into women with a variety of spells.
The idea of Spell R Us consumed Ryan and he went on an exhaustive
search to find the store. Complicating the search was the fact
that the store never stayed in the same place two days in a row.
The wizard and his store would magically appear and disappear
within the same day. Using his vast resources and growing wealth,
Ryan established retail outlets of his telecommunications
business in malls across the country. As part of their
responsibilities, the managers of each store were required to
walk the mall each day and report back to Ryan if Spells R Us was
sighted.
More than two years had passed and Ryan was starting to think
that Spells R Us was just a myth, a product of some creative
writer's active imagination. With each passing day, he slipped
further and further into despair. Cross-dressing provided little
relief now. It wasn't enough to look like a woman; he wanted to
be a woman. He wanted breasts and a vagina. He wanted to have
long hair and makeup. He hated his penis with all his passion.
Thoughts of suicide crossed his mind more than once.
Then, as if by magic, the phone rang. There was a Spells R Us
sighting at the Deltona Beach Mall. Ryan quickly called the
executive airport only to find that his private jet was in for
maintenance. No other charters were available, so Ryan did the
math. Deltona Beach was 300 miles away, making it a six-hour
drive by car. Glancing at the clock on his desk, he realized he
had just enough time to make it before the mall closed.
Traffic, as is usually the case, is not always a cooperative
ally. Ryan was slowed several times due to accidents and bad
weather. He was even stopped for speeding twice. It was a furious
race against time that didn't end until 8:15pm when he pulled
into the mall parking lot. Several minutes later, he spotted the
shop nestled between an Electronics Boutique and a Disney Store.
The familiar wood sign hung out front and the bell tinkled when
he pushed open the door. Inside, everything looked exactly as it
was described in the countless stories that he had read online.
And behind the counter stood the Wizard.
"Ah, Ryan, I see you made it in one piece. You need to be a
little more careful on the freeway, though."
"Um, yes, err..."
"Don't be shy, Ryan. I know you have been looking for me."
"Um, yes, you see..."
"Yes?"
"I, um, have this problem."
"Yes, I know," the Wizard said, moving out from behind the
counter. "And you think I can help you?"
"Yes, I do. I have read the stories on the Internet."
"Ah, the stories," the Wizard chuckled, stroking his long white
beard. "I see my fame precedes me. Tell me, what is it about
those stories that you like."
"Well, um..."
"Go on, don't be embarrassed."
"Well, it's that you have the power to change men into women."
"And is that what you want, Ryan? To be changed into a woman?"
"Yes, sir. More than anything it's what I want. It's what I have
always wanted."
"I see. You do know that most of my customers are changed into
sex-starved bimbos. Is that what you want?"
"Not exactly, I just want to be female. I don't need to be pretty
or sexy. I just want my mind and body to finally match."
"I see. You mean, if I could just wave my hands and turn you into
a woman, you'd be happy?"
"Yes, that would make me happy."
"What if she were fat?"
"I wouldn't mind."
"What if she were unattractive?"
"I still wouldn't mind."
"What if she were older?"
"As long as she wasn't too old I would still be happy. I mean, I
don't want to be 70."
"Fair enough. That's an honest answer."
A slight smile started to cross Ryan's face.
"Sadly, though, it's not quite that easy."
"But, but... the stories." Tears started to stream down Ryan's
face as he stammered. "I have looked so long and so hard..."
"Now, now. I didn't say I couldn't help you. I just said it
wasn't going to be easy. Wait here, I'll be right back."
Ryan wiped away the tears with his shirtsleeve as the Wizard
disappeared into the back storeroom. A few minutes later, he re-
emerged holding a white glove in his hand.
"Take this glove and put it on your right hand."
Ryan did as he was instructed and felt a strange, electric
sensation as his fingers and hand became covered by the material.
"Ah, a perfect fit. Am I good or what?" the Wizard crowed.
"What will this do?" Ryan asked, still tugging at the material.
"You hold in your hand incredible power. This glove will allow
you to trade bodies with whatever woman you desire simply by
placing your gloved hand on that person."
"But, what if she yells at me or screams? I mean, I can't be
walking around the mall touching strange women."
"Trust me, the change will happen instantaneously. By the time
the woman knows she has been touched, you will be in her body and
she will be in yours."
"What if she wants her body back"?
"That's the beauty of my magic. In her mind, she will have always
been Ryan McGill. She will probably excuse herself for bumping
into you and walk away. Without the burden of your gender
identity crisis, she, or I should probably say "he" will assume
your life lock, stock, and barrel. Maybe even get married and
become a father."
"And what about me?"
"You will assume her life, of course. You will live where she
lives, work where she works. If she is married, then you will be
married too. Remember, you are not just choosing a body to
occupy, you are choosing an entirely new life for yourself. Of
course, you will still retain all your old memories."
"So, I will only have one chance at this?"
"Yes, that is the best I can do. And I must say, you have to act
quickly. The magic in that glove lasts only until closing time.
So, if my clock is right, you have about 15 minutes left."
"I see. Um, how much?"
"So, you want to go through with this?"
"Yes, very much so."
"Okay, then. I think $12.99 will cover it. You see, they're
having this Shrimp and Lobster special at down at the Seafood
Shack and I am a little short on cash."
Ryan reached into his wallet and pulled out a $20 bill and handed
it to the Wizard.
"Please, keep the change."
"Well, that's mighty generous of you. But before you go, I need
to go over a few rules."
"Rules?"
"Yes, just a couple. First, You cannot trade bodies with anyone
under 18 years old. And you cannot change bodies with anyone who
is pregnant. Other than that, everyone else is fair game.
Remember the magic ends when the mall closes, which is about 10
minutes now."
"Yes, I'll remember. Thank you. May I go now?"
"Yes, of course. Pick a good one."
The Wizard chuckled to himself as Ryan dashed out the door,
leaving a tinkling bell in his wake.
***
The mall wasn't very crowded, especially at this late hour, but
Ryan was sure he could find a woman he would be happy to swap
bodies with before time expired. The rules complicated things a
little bit, though, as many of the saleswomen who worked in the
stores were under 18. He figured the best place to start would be
the women's clothing section of a trendy department store like
Macy's or Burdines, or maybe a bookstore or restaurant.
Time was ticking and he hurried through the mall, keeping his
eyes peeled for any acceptable woman that might cross his path.
With about seven minutes remaining, he spied a pretty blonde
sipping a soda near the food court. He walked closer, cautiously
examining her with every step. She was young, about 22, with full
lips, a slender figure, and perky breasts. Her hair was long and
lustrous, and very blonde.
As he drew closer, he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume
and hear her playful giggle as she chatted with a friend. But,
just when he was about to pat her on the shoulder, he heard a
woman scream. The sound came from behind him and he turned
quickly. Had someone noticed him approaching the young woman?
Maybe they thought he was about to attack her? Then she screamed
again.
"My purse, my purse. That man just stole my purse."
Ryan looked in the distance and saw a blurry figure moving
through the crowd, heading toward the exit. Instinct took over
and Ryan sprinted after the thief. With his long legs, he gained
with every step and soon had the man within arm's reach. With a
daring leap straight out of a James Bond movie, he tackled the
man to the ground. With his size and weight, Ryan quickly subdued
the smaller purse-snatcher and wrestled the purse from his grip.
Soon, several mall security officers, who took the man into
custody, joined him.
Exhausted, Ryan rose to his feet and handed the purse over to
another officer. As he smoothed out his clothing, he realized his
time was quickly expiring. He had to get back to the blonde, but
the swirl of activity around him was too chaotic. Where was he?
More importantly, where was she?
Just then, he heard a voice.
"Oh, thank you. Thank you."
The voice sounded like the woman whose purse had been stolen. But
before he could locate the actual source, he felt someone grab
his hand. His right hand!
The next thing Ryan knew, he was shaking hands with himself. Or,
more appropriately, his former self.
"I'm glad I could help," he heard his former body say.
"Um, err, yes... thank you," he replied, hearing for the first
time his new, softer voice.
"Are you sure you're okay, ma'am?" his former body continued.
"Yes, yes. Thank you."
The magic glove had worked. But who was he? What did he look
like? He needed to find a restroom. He turned and looked
frantically, feeling the swish of long hair against his neck.
"Ma'am, here's your purse."
This time it was a different voice, it was one of the security
guards, who handed him the purse that he had just moments ago
rescued from the thief. When he reached out to take the purse, he
noticed a thin, feminine hand tipped with red nails. He examined
them slowly, closely, looking for any hint about how old he might
be.
"Ma'am, are you all right?" the security guard asked. "Do you
need me to call the paramedics?"
"No, no. I'm fine. Thank you."
"You sure, ma'am?"
"Yes, yes. Never better. Say, do you know where that man went?
You know, the one who helped me?"
"He left ma'am. Gave us a brief statement and headed for the
parking lot. Said something about a long drive home."
"Yes, a long drive..."
"Ma'am?"
"Oh, nothing. Nevermind. Thank you."
As the security guard walked away and the commotion died down,
Ryan continued his search for the restrooms. With each step, he
realized how differently his life now was. At first he wobbled a
bit in the heels he now wore, but grew quickly accustomed to his
new stride. His breasts bounced and swayed with the exaggerated
steps as he hurried for the restrooms. He felt a bit chilly and
realized he was wearing a skirt. When he found the restrooms, he
had to remind himself to use the ladies room. Once inside, he
found a mirror and looked.
The vision that stared back at him was average looking at best.
With creases and crow's-feet around the eyes and lips, Ryan could
tell she was older. The face wore very little makeup with only a
hint of pink lipstick to accentuate somewhat thin lips. The hair
was shoulder length and blonde with a slight wave and dark roots.
Well, at least he was a blonde, sort of.
Then he examined his body, which appeared to be on the heavy
side. Not fat, but definitely plump. Reaching up with his two
hands, he clutched at his breasts and guessed at their fullness.
Then, he slipped his hands toward his crotch where he felt the
smoothness that he had always wished for.
Now, with trembling hands, he placed the purse on the sink
counter and opened it. Wading through a sea of feminine
paraphernalia, he searched for anything that would give him a
clue as to his new identity. He pulled out cosmetics and a
hairbrush, assorted perfumes and lotions. There was a package of
tampons and a spare pair of pantyhose. Finally, he found the
wallet.
Inside he found a variety of credit cards and bankcards, all with
the name Cathy Hawkins. The driver's license confirmed the name
and said he was born in 1957, making him 43 years old. There were
also photographs of three children. There was a girl who appeared
to be in her mid-teens, a boy in his early teens, and another boy
of about nine or 10.
"I'm a mom," he muttered to himself, looking for further evidence
of family. Earlier, he had checked his left hand and did not find
a wedding ring. After sifting through several more photos, he
came to the conclusion that he was probably divorced.
Carefully, he tucked the photos away and closed the wallet, and
then he re-filled the purse with its original contents. Only one
item remained, a tube of pink lipstick. He opened it slowly, then
leaned toward the mirror to apply a fresh coat to his lips.
Once done, he looked at himself in the mirror, then started to
cry. This time, they were tears of joy that streamed down his
cheeks.
Then, with a deep breath, he slung the purse over his shoulder,
turned on his heel, and confidently walked out the door.
And into his new life...
The End!
Jane
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