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Dream Girl By Phil Stevens Chapter One Michael Curtis relaxed as the plane continued its climb. It was a point when he could sit back and reflect on his life to date. He was thirty-two years old. Until that point, his life had been eventful to say the least, but nothing compared to what was about to happen. Three years previous, he was involved in a car crash. His wife, who he very much loved, was killed instantly and he was seriously injured. At the time, the doctors didn't think he would live and even if he did he would be severely brain damaged. Michael had been in a coma for two weeks, and then suddenly during the night, he woke from his coma and even got out of the hospital bed trying to find out where he was. He nearly scared one of the nurses to death when he walked out of his room. The doctors couldn't believe it. Not only had he regained consciousness, but he also appeared to have most, if not all, of his brainpower intact. They gave him every type of scan and were still astounded. It turned out that the blood flow to parts of his brain had been cut off, but blood flow had increased to other parts to compensate. It was miraculous. That was only the beginning. He became deeply depressed. Although the accident that caused it all wasn't his fault, he had been driving and he kept feeling guilt over the fact that his wife had died and he had survived. Part of him wished that he could have died with her. All the trouble started a few months later. Michael noticed that objects were starting to move around the house, right in front of his eyes. At first, he thought he was going crazy. It was either that or a ghost, and he didn't believe in ghosts, although he did briefly consider the possibly that it was his wife's ghost. After a few more weeks, he began to realize that the objects were moving when he wanted them to move, when he willed them to move. Somehow he had become telekinetic. That absolutely terrified him. He wondered what was going to happen. Would this power eventually kill him? He felt so alone and afraid. He wanted to tell someone, but he felt that he would be treated like a complete freak. His telekinetic powers seemed to settle down after about a year. He never told anyone about them. Michael practiced and refined his powers but he found they were very intermittent and that he could never rely on them. At the best of times, he could create about a quarter of a ton of force in one go; but, at other times, he could only lift a cup, then other times his powers would disappear completely. Sometimes the dry patches could last for days. During these periods, Michael often thought his powers had gone forever. However, he soon discovered was that he was at a complete loss to know what to do with his new powers. They were amazing, but he couldn't work out what to do. He felt like it was a gift, but he simply didn't know how to use it best. He lacked direction. Then, he started playing Robin Hood. It all started when his friends dragged him into a casino in New York. Although he didn't try anything there, he instantly realized the potential for financial gain. After that, he began to visit the casinos in the Las Vegas area. He soon discovered that playing Roulette and Craps became much easier when you have telekinetic powers. It didn't take him long to perfect the technique that could guarantee him success. After a while, he started to go the more dubious casinos used for drug money laundering, and most of the money he won went to help those on drugs, hence the Robin Hood connection. But all the time, he had to be very careful to not get caught. If any of the owners knew or even suspected what Michael was doing, they would kill him, or worse, attempt to somehow extract his power and use it for their own gains. Just like everything else in life, he realized that his powers had as much potential for harm as they did for good uses. In fact, he was afraid that his powers had more harmful uses than helpful ones, so he did absolutely everything to maintain his secret. On the other hand, his powers made him a very formidable opponent, but Michael was quick to realize that he was only one person. He concluded that the best defense was for no one to ever find out about his special gift. As a result, he never told anyone about his new powers, not even his closest friends. A few months ago, for the first time since he gained his powers, he was actually able to do some real good with them. Michael was bored in Vegas so he decided to visit California before returning to his native New Jersey. At the end of his short vacation he was on his way to LAX when there was a car accident in front of him. There was a collision and a car had fallen off the ledge at the side of the road. It was about thirty feet down. The car was leaking fuel. Everyone stopped, including some friends of the people in the car, but no one really knew what to do. Their friends were just standing there in silence. It was one time when Michael really needed his powers. He had often been scared that they would desert him at a time like that, but far from it. He was able to jump the thirty feet down to the car and he made it look genuine. He was then able to punch out the windshield. He later told everyone he was a black belt. Then he dragged the occupants out of the car. They were a family. A woman, who looked very good for being over forty, and her son and daughter, both in their twenties. It was very dramatic. The daughter, Tina, was in the back and was the last person he dragged out. Michael picked her up and jumped clear of the car just as it exploded. It was like something from Hollywood. Afterwards, their friends and family were all over Michael. He was publicly hailed as a hero, which he didn't like. In fact, he felt uncomfortable about it. But he was just glad that no one had a video camera, otherwise they might have noticed just how easily he was able to pick up these people as if they weighed twenty pounds. Later, it was difficult for him because it brought back memories of his own accident. He had been able to get over the death of his wife prior to that point, but now, it all came flooding back to him. All that happened a few months ago. The family and friends had invited Michael to visit them for a few days, and that is exactly where he was heading. Michael was particularly interested in Tina, the daughter. She was twenty-five and Michael thought she looked great. The two had been in constant contact and Michael had grown to really like her. "Who knows what might happen?" he thought to himself as the plane completed its climb and leveled off. ***** Tina sat on the couch in the room. There were five other people in the room. "Well, Mary," Tina said. "Unfortunately, I can't find much out," Mary replied, "He's thirty-two and he used to be an architect. He had an accident about three years ago, which stopped him from working, but since then he's made a full recovery. He's in good financial shape. No other health problems. I'm having trouble finding out what he's been doing ever since his accident, but there's no indication of any problems. Sorry." "There must be something we can do for him. I mean, he saved our lives," Tina stated. "Maybe there is, but I can't find out anything here. Perhaps we can simply give him some body enhancements, a few muscles, more youthful appearance, something like that. He won't be allowed to know how it happened though, so we can make it happen over a period of time." "I don't know," replied Tina. "I joked about that when I spoke to him last time. I asked him what parts of his appearance he didn't like and what would he most like to change. He said he was perfectly happy with his body." "Well then, we'll just have to see. If he doesn't want anything, we can't give it to him." "You're right. In the end, he's got to want any gift we give him. But even if I can't find a way to thank him, there's something I want from him... his child." Everyone looked shocked at first. Tina's mother, Sarah, spoke, "Are you sure? I mean, you know you're only allowed to bear a maximum of two children." "I'm sure. I've been thinking about this for quite a while. But I'm twenty-five. I want my own baby. I have for some time. And I want it to be his," Tina responded. "You know he can't be allowed to know he's the father," Sarah stated. "I know," Tina replied, "that's the problem. I want to stay in contact with him. I want us to stay friends. But if we sleep together and I have a baby in nine months time, he'll work out he's the father. That means I'll either have to make him forget about making love to me, or do it as someone else." Tina stared straight ahead before continuing, "I'd like to make love to him as Tina. I really do like him. But maybe it's best that I do it as someone else. I don't know. Be happy for me, Mom, you're going to be a grandmother." "Well, if that's what you really want," Sarah answered, the thought of being a grandmother brought mixed emotions to her, but most of them were positive. "Yeah. It is," Tina said before brightening up the mood, "Well, we'd better get going if we're going to pick him up from the airport." ***** Michael dried himself after his shower, then relaxed on the bed in his hotel room. He had gotten up very early and had spent the morning hang gliding. Ever since gaining his powers, he realized he could basically use them to fly. Nothing much, more like floating, but the feeling was incredible. However, it did present a couple of problems. First, the sight of a person floating in the air attracts just a little bit of attention. The second problem was what would happen if his powers deserted him when he was three hundred feet up in the air. The solution to both of these problems was to take up hang gliding. He could fly through the air without all the problems and effort associated with hang gliding and, if his powers did take a break, then he would just glide back to the ground. He had been in San Diego for three days. It was proving to be an interesting diversion. Tina and Sarah met him at the airport, took him to his hotel and, after he had settled in, they took him back to their house to meet the rest of the family, including Tina's grandparents and various other family members. Tina and Andrew's father had died years before in some sort of accident. He had also met Mary, who was a close friend of the family. He remembered her from the car accident. She had been in a separate car and had seen his rescue efforts. She looked to be around thirty-five, but acted older. She seemed to have an air of authority around her. He also got a chance to get to know Andrew a bit better. Andrew was Tina's slightly younger brother who Michael had also rescued from the car. For obvious reasons, Andrew was very keen to meet and talk to Michael, if only to thank him personally for saving his life and that of his family. Andrew was twenty-three, six foot two inches tall, with a very well proportioned muscle-bound body and very good looking. Michael knew his own looks were average and although no average looking guy would ever admit it, he was slightly jealous of Andrew, but he didn't let it show. Andrew had the sort of body that melted women's hearts. After getting to know Andrew for a few days though, Michael actually quite liked him. Andrew knew he had a good body, but he did not have the arrogant "I own the world" attitude that almost always seemed to go along with it. He could have any woman he wanted, but from what Michael saw; Andrew had nothing but the utmost respect for women. The two even went to a bar, shot some pool and generally had a good time. They were both keen pool players. Michael often used his telekinetic powers to completely humiliate pool hustlers who generally had an attitude problem and thought they were invincible. It was one of the few times when he actually used his powers for personal advantage. It felt like a release of tension for him. However, he didn't use them on that occasion, deciding to play fair with Andrew. He won anyway, which was kind of ironic, although he suspected Andrew held back a little, allowing him to win. Andrew did ask a couple of awkward questions, like how Michael had been able to lift him out of the car so easily. Andrew had been half-conscious at the time, so he might have remembered that Michael had lifted him instead of dragging him, or perhaps Mary had told him. Michael brushed it aside, saying that it's amazing what happens when adrenaline takes over. Andrew accepted that explanation. In the end, it really didn't matter to Andrew. Their mother, Sarah, was very pleasant. She was nearly fifty, but didn't look a day over thirty-five and had a good figure to match. Although, by looks alone, Michael and Sarah seemed better matched, Sarah made absolutely no attempt at any kind of pass toward Michael, leaving the way completely free for Tina. However, Michael was getting very mixed signals from Tina. Although he had considered the possibility that he might end up sleeping with Tina before he left and even fantasized about it, now that he was there, it seemed different. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was wrong. He saw the looks from the rest of her family, and it was as though everyone was expecting it to happen. Tina was younger than he was, but only by seven years, which was not all that much, and he had now gotten over the death of his wife. He had even had sex with other women in the past year, but it had just been that -- sex. This would be different. If he did sleep with Tina, it would be something more. But he felt uncomfortable about the general idea that Tina would only want to sleep with him because he saved her life. In the end, would Tina have been the least bit interested in him otherwise? He felt as if he was being paid back. The previous night, Michael had taken Tina out to dinner. She looked very attractive. But, one minute she would almost suggest that they go back to her house and make love, then the next minute she would back off. When he dropped her off at her house, it turned out that the rest of the family were not there and would not be back until tomorrow evening. Just as he suspected, it was as if everyone was expecting it to happen... but it didn't. He was due to go and see her after lunch. Perhaps he would have a talk with her. ***** Tina was feeling bad with herself that same morning. Her feelings were all messed up. Last night, she so badly wanted to make love to Michael, but she was so afraid. She was afraid what would happen because she feared she might be starting to fall in love with Michael, and, if she did the final act with him, she might find that she did not have it within herself to make him forget about the experience. She finally knew how Juliet felt about her Romeo. Juliet loved her Romeo, but her family background did not allow it. Tina realized that it might be a few centuries later, but the feelings are all too similar. She knew that she could not be allowed to fall in love with Michael because he was a "normal." Such Romeo and Juliet comparisons were common in their group. In the past, some had even been taken to the full and brutal conclusion as per the play. Up until now, Tina had been perfectly happy with loving relationships inside their group. However, she had never felt like that way about any "normal" before. She was now finding out just what all the others were complaining about. Tina decided that she could no longer make love with Michael as herself. She had to do it as someone else. At least that way there would still be some separation between them. It would just be a matter of sex, producing a child, without the love emotion to get in the way. There was another bonus. If she had sex with Michael as someone else, she wouldn't have to make Michael forget about it. All she had to do was implant the memory that an unknown girl had seduced him. She could leave him with the memory of the actual sex and she would make sure that he thoroughly enjoyed it. That settled it. Tina decided she would use a spell that would turn herself into his ideal sexual fantasy. She would become his dream girl. She went to retrieve her spell book before she realized that it was not in the house. It was at Mary's. She had left it there when going over some spells with her a few days before. "Fuck," she thought, bringing her hands up to her head in disgust at herself, "After all this, how can I forget that?" she thought to herself. She had taken the book to Mary's to go over that exact spell she was planning to use. Although most of their group had used that particular spell frequently, it would be the first time she would be casting it, because up until then, she had never attempted to magically seduce anyone outside her group. She thought about borrowing Andrew or her mother's, but that wasn't a good idea. It wasn't so bad for simple spells, but was extremely inadvisable for such a complex spell. She struggled to recall the spell from memory, but she couldn't remember it exactly. It was a derivative from the main Transformation spell. She could recall that one from memory. She casts that one because she casts it on herself fairly regularly, but casting the full version of spell on "normals" was strictly banned under her group's rules. She pondered what she should do. If she did want to get pregnant, today was her last chance. The Fertility spell that she had cast on herself to guarantee conception would expire after today. It was today or not at all. She didn't have much choice. She would have to adapt the main Transformation spell from memory. "It's not as if I will actually be transforming Michael," she thought. The Transformation spell turns a person into their ideal physical form. All she had to do was cast it on Michael, obtain his ideal sex fantasy and then return the spell to her own body for the actual transformation. After all, no one would know, Tina concluded. The rest of the family would be away until the evening. She set to work on the adaptations she would have to make. Crafting spells is a bit like baking a cake. She would remove some ingredients and add others to change the end result. ***** Tina answered the door. "Hi Michael. Come in," she said smiling and getting generally excited over what was about to happen. Michael smiled and walked in. As soon as Tina had opened the door, he couldn't help noticing the clothes Tina was wearing. They were very loose clothes; nothing like the tight dress she had been wearing the previous night. Even the memory of it got him a little excited. Tina was deliberately wearing loose clothes because she didn't know what Michael's sex fantasy would be like. She had no idea how much she would grow and didn't want to burst out of any clothes. Tina had even taken off her bra. She guessed that her breasts would grow at least a little, but she didn't know if Michael's fantasy was someone with tits the size of basketballs. Michael had just taken off his jacket. Tina took it from him and hung it up. She led Michael into the study and they engaged in brief idle chatter. If she were going to do it, it would have to be quickly. Tina would have to make Michael forget about coming round today and she didn't want to have to remove too much. She concentrated on the spell and began casting it in her mind. She felt the magic build inside her. She didn't move or speak at all. "Are you alright?" Michael asked, seeing the distant look on Tina's face. Tina completed the spell. Michael froze. Tina felt the magic move from her and touch Michael's mind. It would now seek out his ideal sexual fantasy and return to her and transform her into it. She was already getting very excited, even without the boosts she had added as part of the spell. She wondered what Michael's fantasy was. Earlier, she had considered whether she should make herself his ideal all-round woman, or just his pure sex fantasy. She had toyed with it for a while before deciding on the pure sex fantasy. This was to try and make Michael accept it afterwards. Tina wanted Michael to realize that it was a one-time thing. She didn't want him to start looking for a girl who didn't actually exist, which might happen if Tina became his ideal all round woman, but not so likely with his all out sexual fantasy. All she had to hope for was that his fantasy was a woman and he was not gay. Although she didn't mind turning into a man, she could hardly get pregnant like that, so she would have to stop it if that happened. But she would have to stop it quickly. Turning into a man would cause her powers to diminish very quickly indeed, and she would still need some of her powers to adjust his memory. Tina waited patiently, also unable to move. That was part of the adaptations she had made to the spell. The magic would have to return to her exact position. After about twenty seconds she realized something wasn't quite right. The magic wasn't returning. She could sense it swirling around in Michael's mind searching out his fantasy, but it wasn't returning. "What's going on?" she thought. Fear started to set in. Tina then felt the second part of the spell engage, the part that was going to transform her, but the magic had not returned. She couldn't be transformed if the magic was not inside her body. Tina sensed the magic move from Michael's mind as it started to move throughout his entire body. Tina's fear suddenly turned to blind panic. It was going wrong, horribly wrong. She tried to stop it, but she no longer had any control over it. The magic was outside her body. She could do nothing but watch, horrified. Then it started. In an instant, his dark hair suddenly turned blonde and it started to grow out. His brown eyes turned blue. The very slight stubble on his face disappeared almost instantly. Tina immediately realized what was happening. The Transformation part of the spell was unselective. It would transform whichever body it touched. The mere fact that the search of his mind had taken longer than expected was irrelevant to the magic. She searched her mind for any spell, anything that would stop it, but there was nothing she could do. The transformation was happening quickly. By now, Michael's new blonde hair was now past his shoulders. He was growing breasts at a very quick rate and they were already filling out his shirt. His face was becoming feminine. Tina glanced down and, although she couldn't see his legs, they appeared to be longer, and he didn't seem to lose any height at all. She definitely noticed that his hips had widened. Looking up again, Tina saw that his breasts were now very tight around his shirt. If they grew much more than that they would burst the shirt. His hair was now halfway down to his waist. The hair was a light golden shade and appeared slightly wavy and very thick. There had to be something she could do. "How did this happen?" she thought. "How could this happen? What I am going to tell him?" She heard a snap. Tina saw that Michael's shirt had given way under the strain of his new breasts. Tina could see that they were very large. She then noticed that the changes appeared to be slowing down. His hair was now waist length. She looked at his hands. She saw that his fingernails were now very long. One of the rings on his finger simply fell off, as his fingers grew increasingly slender. The transformation had taken about thirty seconds, but to Tina it seemed to be an eternity. She finally sensed the magic begin to dissipate in his body. Tina guessed that Michael probably wouldn't have been aware of what happened and, if he did, it would be very fuzzy, so she would have to act quickly. He might not be able to handle what had happened to him. She recalled a spell for knocking a person unconscious, the Stun spell. Hopefully, she could turn him back while asleep and he would never know any of it happened. As soon as the transformation spell released Michael, she cast her Stun spell. She felt the magic shoot to Michael's head. In an instant, she released it wasn't working again. "Shit," she thought, "Why did I do that? If one spell didn't work, what's to say another one won't get screwed up." Instead of remaining in Michael's head, then magic shot back to Tina with a vengeance. Both fell to the ground unconscious. Chapter Two Michael came partially to his senses. He was slumped on the floor and his head was spinning. "What the hell happened?" he thought. One moment he was talking to Tina and then WHACK, he was on the floor. He wondered if someone had hit him. He pushed himself to his feet and stumbled forward. He did not turn around, so he did not see Tina lying behind him. His head was still spinning and his senses had not yet returned to normal, but something felt odd. He felt different. He stumbled into the hallway. His shoes seemed oddly loose fitting, as if he had put on larger shoes. He also felt a weight on his chest and a tightness in his shirt. There was also something light on his head. He looked down at his chest as his eyes came into focus and his jaw dropped at what he saw. One of the buttons on his shirt had burst. The reason nearly sent him into shock. He could see two large female breasts. He was completely astonished. He started to move his hands up to feel them, when he noticed his hands were completely different as well. He saw a mirror beside him and he stumbled in front of it and looked into it. He saw a stunningly beautiful woman staring back at him. He was actually about to ask who she was, until he realized that it was his own reflection. Out of fear, he instinctively took a couple of steps backwards. Because his feet were smaller in his shoes, he stumbled and lost his balance and fell backwards. He tried to cushion his fall by using his telekinetic powers, but they had deserted him. He fell backward, knocking a vase off a small table, and landed on his back. From that position, his new breasts became all the more prominent as far as his view was concerned. He cried out, "HELP. Tina... Andrew... Anyone... HELP." He was even more shocked to hear a female voice coming out of his mouth. He reached up and clutched his throat as if it would make a difference and somehow cure everything. When there was no response to his cry for help, he climbed to his feet. He knew that he had to find someone and get some help. He scrambled out of the front door, instinctively closing it behind him. "Shit," he thought as soon as he heard the door lock behind him. "Now I can't get back inside." With his telekinetic powers he could have easily opened the lock, but since they were gone for the time being, he could be stuck out here. He half-ran down the driveway and along the path. He was looking for somebody, anybody, who could help him. It was in the afternoon and he felt the power of the sun on his new soft face. Michael started to feel a dizziness sweep though him again. He didn't know how far he had gone, but he saw a couple coming out of their house and getting into their car. They both saw him instantly. He struggled to call out to them, but the dizziness finally got the better of him. He collapsed on the sidewalk and fell unconscious once again. ***** Andrew and Sarah arrived back at the house. They saw that Michael's rental car was in the driveway and exchanged knowing smiles. Sarah opened the door with her key and called out. She was a little surprised when there was no response. It was in the afternoon after all. Then they both noticed that one of the vases had been knocked off its table. The smiles turned to concern. They all began checking the rooms one by one. "In here," Andrew called out. Sarah ran into the study. Andrew was crouched over Tina who was lying on the floor. Sarah feared the worst when she saw her daughter lying there. "It's okay. She's alive," Andrew reassured. "Did you find Michael?" Sarah shook their head. Sarah's concern for her daughter quickly started to turn to anger. "That bastard. When I get hold of him... I'll... I'll..." Sarah said, struggling to find words to describe the retribution she was already planning. "Wait a minute. Let's find out what happened. Call Mary," Andrew said trying to calm down the situation, although he, too, was planning an equal punishment for Michael. But any magical punishment on a "normal" would have to be authorized by Mary. Sarah picked up the telephone and dialed Mary's number. When she got her answering machine, she dialed her mobile number. When Mary answered, Sarah identified herself, then said, "Tina's been hurt. That fucking bastard Michael did it." Sarah paused. "Okay. See you in a minute." Sarah replaced the receiver. "She's in the area. She's coming round. Is she gonna be all right?" Sarah said, fighting back the tears. The sight of her daughter lying on the floor was getting to be too much for her. "She'll be fine, Mom," Andrew re-assured his mother. "But I think she's been hit by a Stun spell. I should be able to bring her out of it in about fifteen minutes." "Then he MUST have attacked her. She tried to cast a Stun spell to defend herself, but he hit her before she finished it and she got the full force of it," Sarah was now absolutely convinced that Michael was responsible. It only seemed a few minutes later that Mary came through the door. She called out. "In here," Andrew replied. Mary briskly walked into the study to see Tina lying on the floor with Andrew and Sarah crouched over her. "What happened?" Mary asked. "We don't know," Andrew replied. "Yes we do. HE did this. Michael. If he's... touched her in any way, I'll make sure he's never able to do it again. In fact, I'll do it to him!" Sarah's motherly love for her daughter was blinding her to all other possibilities. She should have known better, but anger had completely taken over. "Well, we need to find out. I'm going to cast a Vision spell," Mary said. As Mary was preparing her spell, Andrew noticed a ring on the floor. He picked it up. It appeared to be one of Michael's rings. He also noticed a strand of hair. It was blonde and very long, much longer than Sarah's, who was the only blonde in the house. Andrew wondered what the hell had happened here and who was responsible. Hopefully, they would soon find out. Mary completed her spell and an image of Tina and Michael appeared in front of them. They were talking. "So it was him. I'm not sure I can watch this," said Sarah, not wanting to see her daughter being beat up. Just as Sarah thought that she had seen enough and was about to leave the room, both of the images froze in place. All three then watched horrified as they saw Michael being transformed. They then saw both fall to the floor. "Oh my God," said Sarah completely astonished. Her jaw was wide open. Mary "fast-forwarded" the vision until there was some movement; which was only a few minutes later. They then observed Michael struggle to his feet and stumble out of the room. Andrew stayed with his sister while Mary and Sarah followed the image of Michael. They saw the sheer terror in Michael's face at his realization of what had happened. As they saw the image of Michael about to go out of the door, Mary stopped the spell. They couldn't go any further because other people would see the effects of the spell. "I'll take a look and see if I can find anything out. Ring round the hospitals," Mary said. She left the house. Sarah ran straight to the phone to do her task. Immediately she began to feel a little guilty. Five minutes earlier she would have happily strung Michael up by his balls. Now she realized he was not the attacker, but the victim. She also realized that if they could not find him, her wish of Michael never being able to rape someone could very easily come true. ***** "Hello Miss," came the voice. "Miss, can you hear me? Can you tell me your name?" Michael struggled to open his eyes. He blinked them open slowly and looked up. He could see that he was lying down in a bed. Some people were standing over him. A man on his right, who appeared to be a doctor, and two women on his left, who appeared to be another doctor and a nurse. "That must mean I'm in hospital," he guessed. "Welcome back. We were beginning to wonder what to do with you. I'm Doctor Hughes. Can you tell me your name?" the male doctor asked. Michael almost spoke his own name out of instinct, but stopped himself. The doctor had referred to him as "Miss." He thought back. Then he remembered. He recalled looking at himself in the mirror and seeing a woman staring back at him. If the doctor called him "Miss" then they must think he's a woman. If he answered "Michael" they would ship him straight to the nearest mental home. But, on the other hand, what if he was imagining it all or hallucinating. Then if he answered with a female name and he was still a man, the same thing would happen. "Can you tell me your name?" the doctor asked again. He needed to make a decision and quickly. An answer came to him. "Mickey... Mickey Curtis," he replied with surprise at the sound of his own apparent female voice. The name Mickey covered both eventualities. Mickey could be short for Michael, Michaela, Michelle, etc. "What happened? Where am I?" asked Michael, thinking that asking a question might deflect further questioning. "Well, I was hoping you could help me with that. You're a bit of a mystery. You were brought in several hours ago and well... we couldn't find anything wrong with you. You collapsed in a street and you were wearing the wrong size clothes. At first, we thought it was drugs, but we couldn't find any needle marks. We took some blood anyway. I just got the results and they came up negative. We couldn't find any other injuries. What's the last thing you remember?" "I-I'm not sure. I just remember walking down the street and the next thing I know, I'm here," Michael said. Actually, he did remember more, but he could hardly tell the doctor that. He just wanted the doctor to leave him alone. His senses finally returned to him in full. He could now feel the weight of his new breasts on his chest. It was one of the strangest feelings he had ever felt. "How long have I been here?" asked Michael, trying his best to hide the distress in his new feminine voice. "You've been in here for about over two hours, but add on the ambulance time and you've been unconscious for nearly three hours," the doctor replied. "Doctor Hughes," a woman's voice called. The doctor turned round; "I've got a phone call here I think you will want to take." The doctor nodded and turned back to face Michael again and said, "I'll be right back. Get a little rest. Press the buzzer if you need anything." The two doctors left the room first. The nurse did a few duties and then left the room as well. Michael was then left lying on the hospital bed to consider what had happened to him. ***** "Hello, this is Doctor Hughes." "Hello, this is Sarah Adams. I understand you might have a friend of mine there. Young woman, tall, long blonde hair, blue eyes, err... well endowed" "Yes, I was just talking to her. Can you tell me her name?" asked the doctor. He was not completely convinced that his patient was telling the truth when she had spoken her name. It was not unusual for people to give false names for a variety of reasons. These included insurance fraud, wanted criminal, etc. But he suspected that this young girl was suffering from mild amnesia and had made up a name on the spot rather than admit to the doctor that she couldn't even remember her own name. Sarah immediately found herself in the position that Michael had been a few minutes earlier. She didn't know how to answer. In the end, she decided to answer with the female version of Michael and hope for the best. "Michelle... Michelle Curtis," she replied, crossing her fingers. "Yes. That's the name she gave me," Doctor Hughes replied, making the assumption that Mickey meant Michelle. Sarah breathed a sign of relief, "Oh, good. Is she all right? What has she said?" Sarah inwardly cringed at the way she had phrased the last part of that question. Although she wanted to make sure Michael was unharmed, she also wanted to know if he had told anyone what had happened. The doctor didn't seem to pick up on it, though. "She seems fine. She only woke up a few minutes ago. Up until then, we really couldn't find anything wrong with her. We'd like to run some more tests to find out. Do you know if she has insurance?" the doctor asked. That was one part of healthcare that he did not like. Although they would still treat the woman anyway, if she had the proper insurance, she would get the treatment much quicker and without any of the usual problems. Sarah was about to say, "Don't worry about that, we'll cover it," but stopped herself. She knew why the doctor had asked that question so she just answered, "I couldn't say." Sarah didn't want Michael to undergo any more tests at all and that might be one way of making the doctor at least pause for thought. The doctor asked a few more questions about Michael and explained that "she" appeared to have troubled remembering what had happened to her. Sarah said that a friend of theirs would go to the hospital straight away. Then the doctor said something troubling. He stated that Michelle had a "strange" body. Sarah couldn't work out what he was trying to say but she didn't want to try and put extra significance on the point. Mary burst back into the room at that instant. "He's been taken to a hospital, but..." Sarah silenced Mary with a hand motion. Sarah hoped the doctor had not heard Mary say the word "he." Sarah scribbled down the name of the hospital on a piece of paper and showed it to Mary. Just then, the doctor was called away and had to go. Sarah put down the phone and turned to Mary. "Okay, according to the doctor, a Doctor Hughes, she's fine. I mean he's fine," Sarah said, stumbling over the words. "He gave the name Michelle Curtis. The doctor said that 'she' had trouble remembering what had happened, but we can't be sure of that. He might remember everything, he just can't tell the doctor that." "Right. I'm going there straight away. Call round the group and tell them what happened. Put everyone on standby. Call Richard first. Tell him to meet me at the hospital and that it's an emergency. I might need him if things don't turn out right." "What are you going to tell him? Michael, that is," Sarah asked. "I don't know. Hopefully turning him back should be fairly simple, but we're going to need his basic co-operation and we need to get him out of that hospital without causing too much of a disturbance. When Tina wakes up, see if you can find out anything useful. Anything at all." "Err... Mary?" Sarah said hesitantly, calling her back. "Yes?" Mary replied. "There's something else. Just before he had to go, the doctor said something about 'her' having a strange body. He didn't go into specifics, but you don't think that he could be a... she- male?" Mary stopped for a minute. They couldn't tell from the vision what change, if any, were applied to Michael's genitals, which caused her to pause and ask a few more questions. "Is Tina like that? Does she... prefer she-males?" Mary asked. She thought she knew Tina fairly well, but clearly after what had just happened, she didn't know her well enough. "I thought she only liked full men. But you know she wanted to get pregnant by Michael. She certainly couldn't get pregnant if she had turned Michael into a full woman, so maybe she did turn him into a she-male." "Great. That's all we need," Mary said in frustration. "At least if he's been turned into a full woman, he won't get so much attention at the hospital." Mary paused again before asking a question that they had all been wondering. "But why did she do it? She didn't even ask him. She just did it to him without his permission. Not that she should have revealed her magic to him anyway." "I know. None of it makes sense," Sarah stated. "Well, whatever happens, I'll call," Mary said. Mary left the room. Sarah went back into the study and briefly explained things to Andrew who was continuing to tend to Tina. Sarah thought that it was strange that Michael had been the first to emerge from the Stun spell. Had it not been for Andrew's intervention, Tina would have been knocked out for several more hours. But then, there were a lot of things that were strange, like why did Tina apparently transform Michael into such a beautiful woman? Hopefully, Tina would have some answers. ***** Michael continued to lie in the hospital bed. A thousand thoughts had been racing through his mind. His memory had now returned in full. He remembered talking to Tina. He then remembered being frozen in place and then somehow being transformed while Tina watched. He got the feeling that Tina was responsible, but he had no idea how or why she did it, but he had to find out. He tried to lift his head up, but something was pulling his head back down. He reached up to his head and realized he was lying on top of his long hair. He remembered the image he had briefly seen in front of the mirror. That person had long blonde hair. He reached back and twisted his body slightly, which caused the large breasts to jiggle on his chest as he pulled the hair out from under him. As he smoothed his hair out, he realized just how long and thick it was. It easily reached down to his waist... his now thinner and feminine waist. He still couldn't believe it was his own hair. He thought it had to be a wig, so he pulled and tugged at it, trying to pull the wig off his head. Of course, it didn't come off. Eventually, he realized that his hair wasn't coming off, so he just left it draping down beside the bed. He attempted to ignore it as he sought to explain how he could possibly be a woman now. At that instant, a sudden thought occurred to him. Without thinking, both his hands moved quickly down to his crotch and he grasped the area. He gave a soft cry when his hand found nothing there. He continued to clutch the area, hoping to find his penis hidden away somewhere. That was the final straw. He wasn't even a man where it mattered anymore. He was now a full woman. He flopped back onto the hospital bed and his tits bounced and jiggled on his chest as he did so. He felt his emotions build up. For some strange reason he wanted to cry. He fought these feelings as strongly as he could. He needed to try to think clearly about what was going on. He eventually calmed down, relaxed, and then continued to lie there and ponder over the various possibilities of what had happened. Possibility number one was that he still was a man and that he was somehow imagining it all. If so, he thought that it was one hell of a hallucination. He could feel the weight of his new breasts and, every time he moved, they would ever so slightly move in a different direction. He spread his legs slightly and he still couldn't feel anything between them. He put his hand back down there again and he still felt nothing. Also, the doctor had referred to him as a woman. Surely he couldn't be imagining all that. Possibility number two was that he is a woman and always has been a woman. It's his memory of being a man that's wrong. If that was true, then it meant that everything he remembered was a complete illusion. His whole life as he knows it is incorrect. He remembered his telekinetic powers and he tried to use them but nothing happened. That didn't prove anything though, because it could be just a dry period. The final possibility was that he was a man earlier today and somehow, by some means, he was transformed into a beautiful woman. That seemed to be the most far-fetched of the three options, but it was the only option, which meant his sanity was still intact, at least for now. A few years ago, Michael would have gone for options one or two without hesitation because he didn't believe in anything remotely mystical. But since he gained he telekinetic powers, he found it much harder to automatically dismiss any possibility out of hand. But Michael thought that creating a force by using his mind was one thing. It was even half-plausible, but to transform a person, possibly every cell and organ in their body... even he found that difficult to believe. But even if he had been turned into a woman, the burning question was why. Assuming Tina did do it to him, then why, for what purpose? In the brief few seconds that he looked in the mirror, he had seen a very beautiful woman. Why turn him into this? A brief image on being turned into a harem sex slave flashed through his mind. He couldn't help but shudder at that thought. Michael realized that he had to get out of here. He couldn't face any more awkward questions from the doctor. Giving his name was bad enough. When they asked for more details, he didn't know how to answer. ***** "Tina. Tina, wake up," Sarah called. Tina slowly opened her eyes. What had happened to her? She was lying on the floor in the study. Her brother and mother were standing over her. She thought back. She immediately remembered transforming Michael into a woman. "Michael. Where's Michael?" she said, scrambling to her feet. "Easy. Easy. Calm down now," Sarah reassured her. They helped her up and into a chair. "No. It's Michael. I... I... " Tina started. "We know. When we found you on the floor, we cast a Vision spell. We saw what happened," Sarah said. "Where is he?" asked Tina, looking around, hoping to see Michael back in his male form, or in any form, for that matter. Sarah took a deep breath before explaining. "He wasn't knocked out for as long as you. He ran outside, probably to get some help and he collapsed. He's been taken to a hospital. Mary's gone there to get him back right now. Everything will be okay." "We need to get to him now, Mom. He's been transformed," Tina said, appearing to get more anxious. Should she tell them everything? "We know he's been transformed. Listen, I don't why you did it, but right now it doesn't matter. As soon as we get to him, we can turn him back." "NO. I... I... used the... Transformation spell," Tina stated. "We know, dear," Sarah reassured her again. "NO. I used the FULL Transformation spell," Tine re-stated. "YOU DID WHAT? WHY?" Sarah's eyes widened in shock. "I didn't want to transform him. I was transforming myself, but it got messed up. He got transformed instead. Mom, listen to me. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't." Tina was now speaking at a very fast pace. "You have to understand. I just couldn't stop it from happening." Tina started crying. Andrew interjected, "If Tina used the full Transformation spell, and then that means... if we don't turn him back before... then... Tina, why did you use the full version? You know you can never use that on normals." Tina was still crying. "I didn't have my books here. I wanted to turn myself into his ideal partner. Since I was the one being transformed, not him, I used the full version of the spell. Oh my God, if we don't turn him back in time, he's going to be stuck like that, isn't he?" she said as she looked up at her mother, who in turn just looked at Andrew. She was hoping they would say she was wrong, but they just looked blank. "Oh God. What have I done?" Tina said as she buried her head in her hands. Sarah was going over what her daughter had just told her. The situation was getting more serious. Then Tina remembered about the additions she had included as part of her spell, "Oh, Mom. There's something else..." ***** Mary walked up to the reception with Richard, a male colleague. She had made the journey in record time. "Hello, my name's Mary Williams. I'm looking for Dr. Hughes regarding Michelle Curtis, who was brought in a few hours ago." Dr. Hughes was already standing right beside her, looking over some results. "I'm Doctor Hughes. You're the friend of Sarah Adams, right?" "Yes. She couldn't get down here. Is Michelle all right?" Mary replied. "Yes. I was just about to go back and see her. Follow me," he said as they started walking. "As I said to Ms Adams, Michelle seems physically fine. We couldn't find anything wrong with her, but I'm a little concerned about her mental state. What's your relationship to her?" "Oh, no direct relationship," Mary replied, "Michelle is staying with Sarah for a few weeks. I'm a friend of the family." "Do you know how she came to be found in the middle of the street wearing the wrong size clothes?" asked the doctor. "The wrong size clothes?" asked Mary, feigning ignorance. "Yes. It was very strange. She was basically wearing men's clothes, even down to the boxer shorts and shoes that she wore, and those shoes were too big for her. Also, she was wearing a man's style watch that didn't fit properly around her wrist. She had a man's style ring on her finger, which again didn't seem to fit. And her shirt was far too small for her breasts. One of the buttons had come off. She even appeared to be wearing a male fragrance. It was almost as if she was a guy," the doctor finished. The doctor's last sentence was of a joking nature, but Mary and Richard were not the least bit amused. "If only you knew," was Mary's thought. The doctor was very curious, she concluded. She would have to arrange for his memory to be altered before the day was over. They had the power to alter someone's memory, but only their short-term memory. As soon as a person went to sleep, their brain would move the day's events into long-term memories, which couldn't easily be touched by their magic. It could still be done, but the results became very unreliable. They wouldn't make the doctor forget about the girl, just cause his brain to treat the memories of "Michelle" far less significantly. He would remember "her" as just one of many patients with no extra significance. "So there's physically no problem with her, then?" Mary asked. She wanted to find out if Michael still had a cock. She couldn't just ask the question straight out, but she hoped she could tell from the doctor's responses. "Oh, yes. In fact, if anything, she's perfect," he replied. "Perfect?" Mary repeated. "Yes. That's what was so strange about her," the doctor replied, pausing, "She has no spots, no birth marks, no tan lines, no cellulite. Her hair is like silk. This girl has the most perfect body I've ever seen. Even models don't have a body that good." Dr. Hughes was feeling slightly embarrassed. During his examination of "Michelle," he found himself getting sexually aroused. He was a very professional doctor and had seen many naked women before, but there was something different about this girl. He had found it difficult to stop himself from fondling her breasts when he examined them. At the time, one of the two nurses in the room had given him a look of complete disgust. Mary noted the doctor's description of Michael. She assumed he was not a she-male, but she still couldn't be sure. She also noted the doctor's description of Michael having a perfect body. It was consistent with transformations intended for short-term use, usually for sexual purposes. Whenever they transform themselves or others for extended periods, they make sure the new body contains nature's imperfections to avoid the very attention Michael was receiving from the doctor. So if Michael's body is so perfect, it would mean that Tina only intended the transformation to be for a short period of time. But it still didn't explain why Tina did it to Michael. Mary still couldn't work out why did Tina turn him into a woman. They finally stopped at a door. "Anyway, she's in here." The doctor opened the door. The hospital bed lay empty. "Damn. Where is she?" the doctor said. He called over to some of the nurses; "I'll be right back." Mary and Richard exchanged glances. It was not going to be as simple as they first thought. Mary's mobile phone rang. She answered it. Richard saw Mary's face turn white and she finished her call. "What's wrong?" Richard asked. "Tina's recovered. This is worse than we thought. Ring round everyone. Get them at the meeting place ASAP. Tell them it's an emergency." Chapter Three Michael got into his hotel room. Although the hotel used a card swipe system, it carried a key lock as backup. His telekinetic powers had returned slightly, not by much, but just enough to open the lock on the door. After he closed and locked the door behind him, he just walked over to the bed and collapsed on it, remaining there for several minutes, trying to compose his thoughts once more. The journey from the hospital to the hotel had proved difficult for him. First of all, getting dressed was not easy. One of the buttons on his shirt had come off and it was obvious how tight it was. But the biggest problem was his shoes; they were simply far too big for his new slender feet. Being inventive, he decided to stuff a sock down each shoe to make them smaller. It worked partially, at least enough to walk. As soon as he walked out of the hospital, he noticed that everyone seemed to be staring at him. He realized quickly that it must be because he was now a very good-looking young woman. Clearly he couldn't be imagining that he was a woman because, if he were hallucinating, then these people would not have stared so intently. They would have seen a man dressed in men's clothes. Instead, everyone, men and women, but especially the men, seemed to be staring at his chest, which indicated that they saw exactly what he saw... a pair of fantastic boobs in a very tight shirt, which had given under the strain. As he was leaving the hospital, he did see Mary go in another entrance with a man whom he had not seen before. He thought about going after her, but he was instantly suspicious. "What was Mary doing here?" he thought. "Were they looking for me?" He decided against meeting them until he had more information. As he started walking, he became aware very quickly just what it was like to have large breasts. Every step, every movement, seemed to send them bouncing and jiggling in all different directions, which caused a lot of attention. He tried to speed up his walking a little, but that just caused his boobs to bounce even more, which started to hurt. Added to the fact that his shoes were very uncomfortable, he was drawing far too much attention to himself. He also had trouble controlling his hair. The wind had picked up a bit and his waist length hair seemed to be blowing everywhere. Eventually, he decided to take a cab. He only had ten bucks in his pocket. He hoped that would be enough. His wallet, credit card and everything else had been in his jacket, which was still at Tina's. He was lucky that he had put the ten bucks in his pants by mistake. He walked up to a waiting cab. As soon as he was close enough he saw the driver's eyes drift down to his chest before returning to meet his own eyes. Michael told him the name of his hotel and asked the driver roughly how much. The driver said it was a fair distance and it would cost just over ten dollars. Michael told him he only had ten dollars on him. The driver smiled, glanced down at his boobs again and said that would be enough. During the trip, he saw that the cab driver kept looking in the mirror at him. It was a look of pure lust in the driver's eyes which Michael did not like one bit. When he eventually arrived at the hotel, it was only too soon. Michael finally decided that he had better find out just how far these changes in his body had gone. There was a full-length mirror in his room. He nervously approached it and looked straight into it. He just stood there for a minute. It was still difficult to believe that the reflection staring back was really him. There wasn't a trace of his former self. He hadn't simply been turned into a woman; he had been turned into a different person as well. There wasn't a single feature on his face that resembled the way he was. Even his eyes were a different color. They were now a piercing blue. The woman staring back at him looked more of a girl than a woman. She seemed no older than twenty. He found it odd that he was still the same height as before. He had been an average five foot ten. He was still roughly the same height now, maybe just a fraction smaller, but he was still tall for a woman. He guessed that maybe whatever caused him to be female could not adjust his height. His attention was drawn to his new chest. First, he looked at the reflection in the mirror, and then looked down at them first hand. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and then discarded it. Cautiously, he moved his hands up to his new bust. He cupped them, feeling their weight. He had never felt breasts as large or as heavy as these. He then squeezed them slightly. He even pulled at them as if they were false breasts and they could be pulled off. He wasn't an expert on breasts, but they were perfectly round and they seemed incredibly firm. They seemed to sit very high on his chest. Michael could see that they weren't obscenely overlarge, but they were big and well above average size. He wasn't an expert on breast sizes, but he guessed they must be at least DD cup size, maybe even more. He squeezed the nipples slightly. Although they felt pretty much the same as before, the sensation he received was much more intense. His attention was then drawn to the void between his legs. He felt a very strange feeling down there. He unbuttoned his pants and let them drop. He slowly pulled off his boxer shorts. He looked back at the mirror. He was now standing completely naked in front of the mirror. He noticed that his pubic hair was now blonde as well, which told him that he was now a natural blonde. He hadn't really had a chance to look over his body in the hospital. Getting dressed had been the first priority. He noticed that his legs were long, slender, and very feminine. They were hairless and silky smooth. He noticed how much wider his hips were now. He tried to visualize what he looked like now. The name Barbie immediately popped in his head. He didn't really look a lot like Barbie, though. "Barbie doesn't look as sexy as this," he thought. But he looked a lot more like Barbie now than he did four hours ago. Michael turned to his side to get a profile look. From that position he could see just how stunning his figure was. He could also see just how far his hair went down his back. It just touched his buttocks. His attention was now drawn to his hair. For a start, there was just so much of it. To say it was a mane of hair would be an understatement. There was no fringe. It was all the same length and ran all the way down his back. Michael had never had his hair longer than two inches. Now it was at least three feet long. There must be at least a dozen different distinct shades of blonde, some more striking than others. Michael's was about as striking as it could possibly get. Its bright color, with just a hint of gold just stood out as it shinned brilliantly in the light. There were no streaks of color in his hair, just one brilliant mass. He turned to look straight in the mirror again. His body was just so sexy. He couldn't think how he could possibly be even sexier. The harem sex girl image flashed through his mind again. Whenever he looked at that girl, his first thought was how could he find a way to have sex with her. The subject of sex drew his attention once again to the blonde patch between his legs. He looked down, but it was difficult to get a good view of it, partly because of his large breasts, so he looked at the mirror again. He could see the hair was perfectly trimmed into a small triangle. He moved his hand cautiously down. He rested his new feminine fingers on his new feminine crotch. He applied a little pressure and stroked the area ever so gently and closed his eyes. That caused him to feel very strange sensations all over his body that he had never felt before. These feelings were so alien to him. Without realizing it, his other hand had found his breasts and had started to lightly caress his nipples, causing them to get very erect. After a few minutes, he slid his middle finger down his slit and slightly parted the lips. That action sent a wave of pleasure throughout his entire body. He could feel a heat emanating from his pussy. His breathing had altered. He opened his eyes again and he looked in the mirror and watched himself slide a finger into his now hot pussy. He watched the girl in the mirror. What he saw should have caused him disgust or at least some concern, but it only served to turn him on even more. He watched the girl in the mirror start to finger herself. He felt somehow detached by it all. He was watching a girl jerk herself off and he was getting thoroughly aroused. It was as if he were watching a porno movie. Part of his brain didn't seem to realize that the girl he was watching was really him and that the pleasure he was feeling was the pleasure "she" was feeling. The feeling of penetration down there was so completely alien to Michael and yet it felt so good. He quickly found his clitoris. He gently stroked it. The pleasure he experienced finally broke any inhibitions he might have had. He inserted another finger in his vagina and began to thrust in and out. By now, his mind was no longer in control of the situation; his body was firmly in command. He just wasn't aware of it. He just went along with it all. He was now playing vigorously with his nipples, which was causing him immense pleasure. He heard the woman in the mirror groan in a very feminine way. He now fully realized what he was doing. He was masturbating as a female. But it was far too late. He no longer had any direct control over what he was doing. His new clitoris was in control. But even if his mind had been in control, he doubted that he could have stopped. In the end, he now wanted to do it. He wanted to masturbate. He wanted to come. There was no stopping now. His hand was still playing with his nipples. They were so erect now. He could feel something build inside him. It was so strange and yet he knew what was happening. It was the build to an orgasm. He could feel it coming closer. He wanted it. He needed it. He threw his head back as the orgasm hit. His whole body tensed and shuddered. His new vaginal muscles clamped down on his fingers, increasing the pleasure further. He heard himself make a groaning sound, a sound that he recognized as one that a woman makes when she comes. A wave of pleasure crashed throughout his whole body, a type of pleasure that he had never felt before. Finally, his legs went weak and gave way. He fell to his knees as the pleasure continued. But his hands refused to stop. They continued to work his nipples and his cunt, determined to milk every last bit of pleasure they could. Slowly, he felt the pleasure die away. It did not feel the same as it did when he jerked off as a man. The pleasure died away much slower and it