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Aliens Don't Know Women
By Secret Author
Frankly, I don't know if they have women or anything like
women where they came from. I have to believe that they don't-
that somewhere in the cosmos exists a race of beings entirely
male but--as improbable as it may sound--possessing a yearning
for the opposite sex, even if they had not until now encountered
it. I believe this because they arrived here with an obvious
fascination with femininity. As well as a total lack of
understanding of it. It was their desire to learn more about what
they knew nothing of that took my life and turned it inside-out.
My name is Jeremy Franklin. Back home, I wasn't a
particularly ambitious young man, but I was "finding myself" and
that seemed to satisfy most people. I had a couple of classes
going at the local community college and a part time job working
at a nearby grocery store. My life had been fairly uneventful.
Fairly ordinary. That is, until the day I was taken aboard a UFO.
One minute I was walking down the sidewalk, running a
couple of errands, not really paying attention to my
surroundings; the next, I'm surrounded by a penetrating bright
red light as my stomach does back flips inside my body. My eyes
fail me and I clutch them in the deepest burning pain that I can
ever remember feeling. Then I think I blacked out.
Consciousness arrived with me lying down on a cold, metal
grated floor in what had to be some sort of cell. The comforts of
home were noticeably absent as all I could find at my disposal
was a single hole in the floor where it appeared other things
with worse aim than myself had attempted to make use of. I sat
against the cold wall of my new home and just shivered for a
while. I'll admit that I was petrified.
After a couple of excruciatingly long hours, an opening
appeared in the wall farthest from me. I hadn't noticed any door
before that, but nevertheless, light and warmth poured through
the new pathway. Slowly, I got to my feet and stepped through it.
I wonder now if I was really in control of myself at the time.
I slowly paced down a narrow, brightly lit metallic
hallway, making note of the sharp contrast between the immaculate
architectural perfection of my current surroundings and the dingy
cell I had been in moments before. The hallway led to a door. It
looked to me like something from a James Bond film as it opened
like an iris with a whoosh. I stepped in. What I saw next told me
that my worst fears had been dead-on.
Before me stood three perfectly clear cylindrical tanks.
They reached all the way up to the considerably high ceiling of
the room and had tubes and wires protruding in spades from both
their tops and their base. Lights and knobs were visible
everywhere as various machines audibly functioned in the
background. But it was not the tanks themselves that interested
me. I was concerned more with the three captive men that were
inside.
Clearly frightened beyond the point of comprehension, they
banged wildly on the inside of their confines and screamed
muffled unintelligible pleas to our unknown captors. I heard that
same whoosh of the iris door opening behind me and I turned to
see two more men stumble in. Dazed and wary, they took in with
obvious astonishment what I had seen for the first time only
seconds prior. This was not good, I realized. Three of us. Three
of them. Where we next? Before one of us could speak to the
other, the three cylinders powered up and our attention was
fixated upon them.
In horror I watched as the left tube began to glow bright
pink and multicolored lights began to rotate with increasing
speed around the top and bottom. The man inside stopped screaming
and instead clutched his body. He didn't appear to be in pain,
but the confused expression on his face told me that he was aware
of something strange happening to his body. I expected him to be
vaporized or melt into a puddle of ooze, but what happened next I
was totally unprepared for. After a few moments, it seemed as if
he were shrinking! Not substantially mind you, but there was no
doubt that his clothes had become increasingly ill-fitting. It
seemed that his muscle mass had lessened as well.
I watched with morbid curiosity as his features became
softer, more delicate. His slender fingers sprouted long nails
with a bright pink finish that also matched the color on the
toenails of his small bare feet. His lower back arched, jutting
his chest forward. As it moved forward, it ballooned outward
creating a pair of unmistakably sizable breasts juxtaposed
against his new small frame.
He watched, bewildered, at his own faint reflection against
the glass tube as his facial features became decidedly feminine.
His eyes widened, the lashes more prominent. His eyebrows faded
into thin arches. His nose grew smaller and his lips fuller. His
cheekbones became pronounced as his jawline softened. He then
grabbed his scalp as the hair exploded from it. Auburn locks shot
wildly between his fingers and rested atop his shoulders,
partially obscuring his female face. The shimmering mane was
fuller and more luxurious than I had ever seen on a man and stood
out as farther than his own shoulders.
Finally, he shivered as if a tingle ran up his spine and
then his delicate hands shot down to his crotch. I didn't see it,
but I realized exactly what had changed down there. The absence
of a bulge in his crotch, those womanly hips, and round ass told
me that the whimpering, sobbing person in the tube was now a she.
The remaining tubes lit up. Their horrified occupants,
having just witnessed what I had, knew exactly what they were in
for. In a short time, I stood staring at three gorgeous women,
frightened and trapped, before me. Then, all of a sudden, the
crying stopped and they seemed to stare blankly forward. It was
at this moment that the transformations hit a bizarre turn.
Once again, the occupant of the left tube was the first to
change. Her T-shirt and jeans seemed to fuse into one indistinct
garment. Slowly, it became clear that it was a shiny pink satiny
material. It flowed outward becoming larger and more ornate.
Several petticoats formed beneath a floor-length hoop skirt that
must have stood out with at least four-foot radius from the
glittery pink high-heeled shoes that had also materialized on the
woman. At her waist a white ribbon tied itself from behind with
an excessively large bow. Her ample cleavage was accented by the
corset she now wore beneath the tight top of her glistening pink
outfit and was clearly visible through the lace-trimmed square
cut at the top. The sleeves were short but amazingly puffy,
ending halfway to her elbow.
An invisible hand seemed to apply make up to her unmoving
face and soon she had pink cheeks, ruby red lips, and light blue
eye shadow. Her hair styled itself nicely as bangs became evident
and the rest of it was brushed and flipped outward at the bottom.
No longer unkempt, her fluffed up hair was ridiculously big.
The final touch made me realize exactly what I was staring
at. A sequined silver wand with a star at the tip appeared in her
right hand and a very tall intricately-carved silver crown rested
atop her new large hair. I was now looking at something that had
stepped out of a children's fairytale. She reminded me of Glinda
the Good Witch from The Wizard of Oz only much more attractive.
Still, the feminine quality she possessed seemed to stem from the
same innocence that gave birth to those children's stories. Her
womanhood was extremely apparent to be sure, but hardly sexual.
Through it all, she continued to stand there, without shame
or embarrassment. She remained frozen as if a living mannequin as
the next tube began light up.
The inhabitant of tube number two underwent a decidedly
different change. She now sported a tight leopard print halter-
top and skin-tight aqua pants. She wore six-inch black stiletto
heels and an incredible amount of jewelry-from tons of bracelets
and rings to large hoop earrings. Though still in a zombie-like
trance, she started chewing gum. Her nails became long and
painted and her face was soon made up, though it was considerably
more exaggerated and trashy that the woman before her. The eye
shadow was dark blue and the lipstick blood red. Underneath the
overdone make-up, her facial expression seemed to take on a
vaguely less intelligent quality. Finally, after can after
invisible can of hairspray applied itself to her bleached blonde
hair, this woman looked like a real tramp. Sexy, but utterly
classless.
The woman in the last tube soon wore a flowered apron,
dishwashing gloves, a sensible light blue dress, and flats. She
wore some make up and jewelry including a nice heart-shaped
locket around her neck but it all appeared within reason. Her
dark black hair was made into a very retro sort of 1960's style
that ended at mid-neck but was still very large and clearly very
time-consuming. By the end, I saw what appeared to be a very
pretty housewife that managed to be charming at alluring at the
same time.
As soon as the third transformation had run its course, the
three women suddenly came alive and stood there as if nothing was
amiss. Indeed, they all appeared more than comfortable in their
current forms. Moments later, they disappeared in a sort of Star
Trek transporter type display. All three. The fairy queen as she
smoothed out her large skirt. The hooker as she fluffed her hair
and snapped her gum. And the housewife as she hummed softly and
looked for streaks in the glass. They all were gone. I assumed
that they had been whisked off to whatever time or place or even
dimension that would find their new forms and identities
appropriate.
Looking to my right, I could see the panic on my fellow
prisoners' faces, but before any of us could react, unseen tubes
dropped from above and soon had us trapped exactly as the other
three had been. With an idea of what fate held in store but
without any acceptance of the inevitability of it, we too began
to pound and shout within our clear cages as the others had
before us. Soon, three other men stumbled through the door we had
walked through and gazed up in shock at us.
We begged and pleaded and shouted for them to help, but
they simply watched in silent horror as our tubes began to hum. I
could only imagine what bizarre stereotypical female forms and
minds awaited us. I became grimly aware that there was no hope
for escape as my tube was the first to light up...
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