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Altered Fates: Domestic Tranquility with The Nanny
By Eric and Caleb Jones
Fran Fine's annoyingly nasal voice hammered at Maxwell's ears
like a sledgehammer. She was sexy and lovable but oh, that voice
of hers. Perhaps he should insist she go to a voice training class,
but every time he hinted at one, she would laugh that horrible
laugh as if he was kidding.
"Nothing wrong with my voice!" she would screech with
that piecing tone. "My Mama told me its like music to the ears
and it sounds just wonderful to me!"
"Don't get me started about your mother, Miss Fine!"
His grocery bill had tripled since Fran's mother had
begun visiting every other day or so. One of these days,
he swore he would lock the refrigerator and see how
often she stopped by after that! He smiled thinking beautiful
thoughts of Mrs. Fine starving to death at his door!
If only her daughter weren't so... so... wonderful, dammit!
The sound of her voice talking to someone on the phone
brought him back to Earth. It was hard to believe, but there
were rare occasions when he was actually able to ignore that voice.
His doctor had already informed him he was losing part
of his hearing because of being exposed to excessive noise!
He had to get her out of the house if possible, if only for a few
hours of peace and quiet! The kids were at school so she
wasn't really needed at this time.
"Miss Fine" he called in his cultured, educated English
voice.
The beautiful and sexy Fran hung up and came over to him.
Her typically sexy outfit, with a very short skirt, high heeled
boots broadcast sex appeal with a capital S on his frequency!
"Yes, Mr. Sheffield?" she whined
He did his best not to wince. The girl wondered why he didn't
marry her -- it was her voice! The thought of living with that
voice forever was a terror too great to bear even the
contemplation of marriage. Marriage was scary enough to a man
but when Maxwell factored in Fran's voice - WHEW!
"I'm giving you the afternoon off, Miss Fine! Why don't you
go shopping?"
Fireworks seemed to go off in her head! Her eyes gleamed!
Next to midnight sex with Mr. Sheffield, Fran Fine loved to go
shopping best. Men had no idea how much time and money
she spent finding just the right outfits to temp her man! If only
Mr. Sheffield would make a relatively honest woman out of
her and marry her! She sighed. What was wrong with him
anyway? One glance in a mirror and she knew it wasn't her
looks that kept him clinging to the single life.
Fran went into the kitchen to say good-bye to her friend Niles,
the English butler. He would have to get Mr. Sheffield anything
he needed while she was out. Of course, he probably already
knew that. The man was almost as good a snoop as she was.
She had to grin impishly, he and that obnoxious snitchy bitch C.C.
Babcock were insulting each other again as usual.
And as usual, CC was beaten verbally by a witty British barrage
of words. Again as usual, the tall, haughty blond woman of
many more years than Fran would ever acknowledge, fell back
on social and economic status to attack the two of them.
"You forget your place, Niles. Remember you are merely a
domestic and I am a rich CO-producer with Mr. Sheffield."
"Oh yes, you've been a big help to him all right - he should
thank you for talking him out of investing in CATS." Niles
said with a superior smile, playing an unbeatable trump card.
Her face got red with fury and she stomped out in her
Faragano shoes, mumbling to herself, "...who could have guessed
people would actually want to see a musical about lowly house pets..."
"Steven Sondheim, I believe..." Niles called out to the woman
as she left the room in a huff.
"Niles, you are so bad!" said Fran, admiringly.
He nodded his head gracefully in acknowledgment of her
praise. "It helps to have such easy prey, Miss Fine." He told
her as she danced out to do some shopping.
Fran wound up shopping at a flea market. Bargains galore!
She bought some used, high heeled boots that looked like new.
Then she found a cute pair of earrings and haggled with the
seller as usual. Of course he pleaded abject poverty. Finally,
he could bear the sound of her voice no more! He agreed on
ten dollars and even threw in a cheap looking medallion as
part of the bargain to insure her swift departure.
~~~
That night when the kids were safely in bed, Max slipped
into her room as usual. She didn't notice in her happiness
that he was wearing flesh colored earplugs. They had a great
time in bed - Fran really knew how to ring his chimes. During a
break she showed him her purchases. He liked the boots and the
earrings, but frowned when he saw the medallion. He secretly
pulled out the ear plugs and slipped them into a pocket on
his dressing down. Miss Fine would want to talk now and he would
have to listen or there might not be another 'midnight rendezvous'.
"God, that thing is ghastly, Fran!"
"It's not so bad! Besides I got it thrown in for free with earrings!"
She slipped it over head and it dangled between her sexy
breasts. "Doesn't that make it look better?" she asked as she
pushed her cleavage around the edges of the ornament
"Miss Fine, that's not fair! Anything would look fantastic
between your magnificent breasts, even a lump of coal!"
She giggled with satisfaction. "Oh, Mr. Sheffield!" She
walked over to kiss him and a heel of her new used boots
broke. She staggered into his firm naked chest.
Both felt a strange tingle throughout their bodies but after the
recent sex it almost went unnoticed.
"Damn, I paid five bucks for these boots!" She pulled the
boots off furiously and threw them across the room.
He said "Don't worry, Miss Fine, I will give you the money
back. Unless its the principle of the thing?"
"No, it's the money!" she said frankly. "You don't know how
it was to grow up and have to count every nickel!"
"No, I suppose I don't." He agreed. He stared at her.
Impossible - was Fran getting five o'clock shadow?
Impossible! And either she was standing on something
or Miss Fine seemed to be getting taller...
She stared at him. Was Mr. Sheffield shrinking? His hair
looked like it was getting longer - and his nose - why his
whole face was changing - She recognized the new
changes almost immediately, as did Mr. Sheffield.
They both spoke at the same time - "Oh, my God,
you're changing into me!"
Horrified, they watched in fascination as the changes
accelerated. Max soon clutched soft breasts that began
swelling on his now hairless chest. Fran felt powerful muscles
and poked at a dick that began to sprout from her pubic area
It was real, all right. No mistake there!
Soon they stared at each other, and saw themselves as if
in a mirror! Then with wordless consent, they walked in front
of an actual mirror. Wide eyed, they stared at their new
bodies. They were each other down to the smallest detail.
"How did this happen, Fran?" asked Max. He noticed that
his voice was high pitched and sweet sounding, quite an
improvement over Fran's voice, though still obviously a
feminine voice emitting from his now female body.
Fran winced. God, her voice really was horrible she thought!
She'd assumed everyone was kidding when they told her!
"How the hell do I know?" she answered, and her voice was
that of a cultured English gentleman, though mixed with
her whining Bronx accent.
Maxwell looked at the cheap medallion with a figure of an
angel around her neck. It was the only thing that hadn't
been exchanged.
"Could it be this medallion?"
"Maybe?" Fran answered. "When I fell, it did touch both of
us."
Desperately they embraced again hoping the change back!
No tingle.
"Maybe we need to hold each other longer?" suggested Fran.
Max nodded his now lovely head with long black hair and
complied. Nothing happened - well at least nothing as far as
switching back was concerned. To Max's horror, but yet
extreme fascination he noticed Fran in his old body was
getting a hard-on. His old face smirked at him as Fran
wrapped her manly arms around his slim, now female form.
"I knew I was sexy, but wowzers, Max! You feel great!" Fran
began stroking Max's new acquired breasts. "And so does
'Little Maxwell' down below!" she added as it poked into his
trim stomach area looking for a place to visit. She kissed
his swelling nipples!
Max caught his breath. "No, don't... Yes... " God did that
felt good. He was getting wet below! Did that ever feel strange?
And oh, so wonderful...!
"Miss Fine!" he opened his new mouth to protest but was
silenced by an insistent kiss. Before he knew it, he was
kissing Fran back with an eagerness that surprised them
both! To his shock, Fran picked him up and carried him
back to her bed! It felt strange to be the woman, but his
new body loved being handled by the man Fran Fine had
become!
God, he was no reserved English gentleman now, but a red
hot American mamma, Max realized as his - no, - her fires
flamed up. He became lost within a newfound femininity!
Max found herself gasping and rolled over on top of her
lover. Max giggled and rubbed her new bosom over her old
muscular flat chest. 'Did that ever feel great!' both of them
thought. Then Fran rolled them back over and Max found her
beautiful new legs wrapping themselves around her former
waist, and then she was entered. Double wow! Fran really
knew how to make her former body squeal with joy!
They screamed together as they climaxed for the first time
as each other.
Each thought sex was better in their new bodies! Everything
was fresh and new - besides their former bodies were really
hot, even if they did say so themselves! Which they both did
prior to making love two more times that night.
~~~
In the morning they tried the medallion again with a bit of reluctance.
No go.
"Look, it's only been eight or so hours since it worked. Let's try
it again tonight, and every night - maybe it needs to wait a week?"
said Fran, his new brain seemed quicker somehow. He just
hoped it WAS the medallion that had done the exchange. If
it were an act of God, they might be this way forever!
"We can only hope it works soon!" answered Max.
"But what are we going to do in the meantime?" A big smile
appeared on Fran's masculine face. "I don't mean that, Miss Fine!"
"We pretend to be each other, of course, Max. Nobody would
believe us if we told them otherwise, besides, imagine how
embarrassed you would be if it came out that the famous
Broadway producer Maxwell Sheffield was now a Jewish Nanny!"
Max shuddered. "Too bloody right!"
So Maxwell allowed Fran to dress the Fran Fine body, and then
helped Max to put make-up on. Max was surprised. She seemed
to be learning the feminine skill almost instinctively. And she
liked it! Soon she gazed in the mirror and Miss Fran Fine stared
back, with too much make up, a tight skirt, a tight blouse, and
high heeled shoes. Max had to admit that as long as she had to
be a woman, she might as well look fantastic! And she did!
Already her new feet were protesting the heels, but they made
these sexy long legs of hers look great! She smiled a satisfied,
slow sexy smile and undid another button on her blouse. Then
a thought spoiled Max's pleasure in looking so sexy. She just
remembered that this Saturday there was a super important
with her bankers! Max groaned.
"I'll be ruined, I have to meet my money men at noon!
They'll eat you alive!"
"Hardly, don't worry! Now you have to keep my promise to
take the younger kids to Zoo and then later take your oldest daughter
shopping for panties and bras."
"I don't want to!" He sounded very whiny.
"Lighten up, you are always complaining you don't get to
spend more time with them. Now here's your chance. Now
remember - only grapefruit for breakfast. You've got to
keep my figure trim. You don't want to end up looking like my
mother do you?"
Max's new eyes grew wide with horror. She shook Fran's
head violently. They hid the medallion in Fran's panty drawer
and went downstairs.
Max found the kids eagerly talking to him and then running
around the house like wild things. She tried to keep up.
It was agony though in her heels. Fran in Max's best
power suit soon left in the limo. For the visit to the zoo Max
changed into low heels. She was surprised how much fun it
was to chat with her own kids. Of course they didn't dream
who she really was - who could? What she didn't enjoy was
hearing them running her real self down - calling her a
pompous, unfeeling father was too much. But Max kept
Fran's smile on her lovely face. Later she had to brush
off a few admirers.
That afternoon, Max had to listen as her oldest girl talked over
how to seduce men and what clothes and underwear was best to get
them thinking with their peters. Max had never been so
embarrassed! She was even more embarrassed when she
herself bought some sexy panties thinking how sexy they would make
her look.
Niles let them in. "Enjoy your shopping, ladies?" he asked
indulgently.
"Did we ever Niles!" said the girl gushing. "Men will be
putty in my hands!"
"I don't understand why Mr. Sheffield refuses to see what
is right in front of him and doesn't even think about
marrying you, Miss Fine!" said Niles.
Max fought to keep a frown from her pretty face. How dare
Niles discuss his affairs with others! That was a clear breach
of Butler ethics, but she remembered who she was supposed
to be for now. Still, Max had to say something to defend her
male identity!
"Niles, Mr. Sheffield isn't as bad as you make him sound. I know
for a fact that he appreciates Miss...um... me, he just doesn't
know how to work out the many differences between us. I'm
sure he thinks that there is just too great a social gap between
us to move too quickly towards that goal."
"That's just stupid and silly, Fran!" said her loving daughter.
Max was surprised. She spoke in a very familiar manner that
she would never dare to use while talking to Max as her father.
Niles echoed the sentiments. "I'm afraid she's right, Miss Fine."
"It couldn't be my voice then, could it?" said the former Maxwell
honestly, if a bit desperately to explain her concerns about another
marriage.
There was a long, pregnant silence.
It was broken when C.C. and Max's body with Fran inside got
back from the business meeting with the financial backers.
Max's jaw dropped. C.C. was praising Fran's business
acumen! If she knew she was praising the woman who had
stolen Max's heart, she would have a fit!
"My God, Maxwell, what in the world got into you? You drove
those flint hearted bankers to the wall. You chewed them up
and spit them out! These are the best terms we've ever gotten!"
she embraced a very unwilling Fran in Maxwell's body.
"It's like you are a new man! Let's go out and celebrate - just
the two of us!" she said suggestively.
Fran felt celebrating the way C.C. obviously wanted to
celebrate would make her lose her cookies. Fran couldn't
stand the bitch that was after her man! And now that she was
the man, Fran could tolerate her even less. It was a good
thing C.C. was a skilled businesswoman or her butt would have
been out the door as fast as Maxwell's powerful, male body
could toss her!
It was funny seeing the kids act so formal around him, Fran
decided later, but it was still kinda good being their biological
parent instead of being just someone who could be fired in a
minute. It made Fran feel more secure. Still, the kids were
used to their father as a strict but loving man. Not that she
had his body, it was time to bring the love to the forefront of
their relationship in a way that had never been possible as
their Nanny despite her best efforts!
"Congratulations... Mr. Sheffield!" said the real Maxwell.
She was so proud of Fran.
Fran frowned. Couldn't the woman say anything soft and
smooth the way she used to when she had that voice?
They all had an enjoyable dinner. Afterwards, Maggie's date
came and picked her up, and the two youngest spent the night
with some friends. 'Mr. Sheffield' gave Niles the night off.
Max found the heart in her bosom fluttering as she put on Fran's
sexiest negligee and her best perfume. She slowly and
seductively descended the staircase. She was glad to see
her man's eyes light up when he took her in.
"Alone at last!" said Fran with a warm, deep voice that Max
found irresistible.
"Shall we try and swap back now?" Max managed to say as
Fran wrapped his arms around her slender waist and drew
them close together so their lips were inches apart as they
sat on the couch and cuddled. Max's breasts pressed into Fran
and his new manhood sprang up, ready for action!
"Later!" Fran took Max into her strong arms and kissed her
soundly.
Max found herself melting in his arms.
Fran picked Max up and carried her upstairs into her
bedroom. God the woman was like a fire in his arms. What
a great lay from either end of the stick!
"I suppose we should try and swap back now" he said later,
reluctantly. Fran found he liked being the boss, being the
rich and respected Mr. Sheffield instead of a mere nanny.
But it wouldn't be fair to Max to keep his body and life -
even though it meant getting away from his mother more
often!
Max nodded. As much as she enjoyed so many aspects
of this new body and life it was hardly a fair trade with her
real, powerful male body with its luxurious life. Still there
was much about being a female she knew he would miss...
They opened the drawer.
NO MEDALLION!
Frantically, Max and Fran tore the room apart.
It was GONE! They looked at each other bewildered.
Who could have taken it?
"I'll ask the kids and Niles" screeched Max in panic,
forgetting the kids and Niles had left them alone,
and Fran closed her eyes in agony at the frantic sound of
her former voice. Not yet completely used to her high
heels, Max tripped half way down the stairs and fell with
a loud thump.
Lying at the bottom of stairs in an untidy heap she
asked dazedly. "Anybody get the number of that taxi?"
as Fran called for an ambulance.
When she was being checked out in the hospital, she
had to endure a LONG, perhaps endless visit from
Fran's mother, who had rushed over to help when Fran
had called her up after calling 911. Didn't the woman
ever shut up? How could the real Fran put up with it?
Finally Maxwell had all she could stand of the woman.
After all, she was Fran's mother, not hers!
"Shut up!" she said at the top of Fan's impressive range.
"Just shut up already! Enough is enough!"
"Well, I never" said Mrs. Fine purpling with shock.
"I know you never - you never shut up!"
Offended she left, vowing never to speak to her daughter
again. "I should be so lucky..." murmured Max to herself.
Soon Fran came in with bad news. Neither the kids or
Niles had seen the Medallion.
"You mean we are stuck this way?" asked Max, crying
freely, her emotions running rampant.
Fran patted her little hand. "It certainly appears so...
Miss Fine."
Max gulped. "Fran! You called me - Miss Fine,"
"Yes, dear, that's who you are to the world from now on.
And you'd better get used to calling me Mr. Sheffield."
The new Fran cried anew. What a ghastly fate - she
was Fran Fine! Not that being a woman was unpleasant
so far, quite the contrary. Her body was marvelous! But
their old lives were over now and that was good reason
to cry!
"It won't be so bad - you'll get used to periods in time."
"Periods!" Max screeched and several people in the
hospital went into cardiac arrest.
~~~
A few months and periods later
The new Fran Fine's annoying voice smote the new
'Maxwell's' ears like a sledgehammer. She was sexy
and loving, but oh, that voice. Maybe he should insist
she go to that voice training class C.C. had once
suggested? They had quickly adjusted to each other's
bodies just fine. It had taken a few months but they
were now very comfortable in the roles the amulet
had thrust upon them.
"Miss Fine!" he called out in his cultured, educated
English voice.
The beautiful and sexy Fran Fine came in, in her
typically sexy outfit, with a short skirt, high heeled
boots and bursting with sex appeal with a capital S.
"Yes, Mr. Sheffield?"
He did his best not to wince. The girl wondered why he
didn't marry her - it was her voice. The thought of living
with that voice forever was a terror too great to bear. But
so was the thought of NOT living with the woman who
spoke with that voice! They were literally fated to be
together! They understood each other like no man and
woman had ever understood each other before.
"I've been thinking, Fran - we should get married."
"Married!" Happy tears gushed out her lovely eyes.
"Yes, under one condition. You go to a voice training
school and get your voice changed. I don't care if it takes
surgery. I'll pay for it out of my pocket if insurance won't
cover it! I won't marry you unless you do. I can't believe I
talked like that for all my old life and no one ever told me
how I sounded."
Fran agreed. She remembered how the former Fran
used to sound. If she spoke like that at all, then voice
training had to be a good thing! Of course, she would
have agreed to anything to be married to Mr. Sheffield.
If she could no longer be Maxwell Sheffield, then the next
best thing would be to become Mrs. Maxwell Sheffield.
In fact, it was even better! Now she could relax all day
long and let her former body do all the providing! It was
a dream come true. Now, if she could just keep her
inherited mother from never talking to her again! Or at
least for no more than a few minutes at a time. Well,
she could always keep 'Ma's' mouth filled with food, her
favorite hobby!
The kids were so happy to hear about the marriage
proposal, AND the vocal training school! The school
had to hire the best speech therapists in the world but
they had a reputation to protect so it was worth the extra
cost! In less than two months Fran was speaking in a
bearable fashion. The school considered it their finest
hour! Henry Higgins move over.
When Niles was told they were getting married, he seemed
so happy he actually cried. C.C. shrugged her creamy
shoulders and laughed at the little man. "What a baby
you are, Niles! Act like a man!"
"Like you, Miss Babcock?" Niles replied.
"Well, I would make a better man than you, Niles." C.C.
stalked out of the room as Nile began the preparations
for the wedding of the year!
~~~
(Wait! What happened to the Medallion you ask?
Can you guess?)
The formerly overworked and poor butler laid back on satin
sheets in an expensive Park Ave. apartment. Niles was very
happy. Things had worked out exactly as expected. He was
so thrilled with the end result, he praised himself out loud...
"I am so glad I had bugged Fran's bedroom! At first it was
just for entertainment value, but then I found out about the
medallion! What a break for yours truly. Of course I felt a
little guilty about stranding Miss Fine and Mr. Sheffield in the
wrong bodies but I knew it would take something major to
rattle them enough to do something about getting together
for good. If ever a couple was meant to be, it was those two!
I would change them back now that they have married, but
leaving them as they are is irresistible!"
A silvery chuckle escaped Niles' painted lips. "Poor C.C., I
can still see how shocked she was after I swapped bodies
with her! Now she is the underpaid domestic servant she
always went on and on about me being, while I am the rich,
sociality connected, famous Broadway producer." Niles
laughed again. This new life and young pretty body was so
pleasant after decades of obeying stuffy British Ladies
and gentlemen. How he loved telling the former C.C. -
"You forget yourself, Niles! Remember your place!
You are merely a domestic now and I am the rich
co-producer with Mr. Sheffield."
Niles looked down over the firm breasts protruding from
his chest. What a difference a quality implant can make!
He wondered why C.C. hadn't done it before the swap. She
certainly had enough money saved up. I can't wait to see
the look on her face when she sees my new and
improved bosom! She will just die!
Life was good! Becoming a sexy. rich women was a wonderful
change of pace from the life of a poor British Butler. I wonder
if C.C. thinks its as good about becoming me? Again Niles
laughed. It was great seeing CC's agony. How 'he' begged
and pleaded for his body and life back. Niles had led him
on saying that if CC behaved and acted like Niles they
would be switched back. And CC was fool enough and desperate
enough to believe it! What an idiot! Niles liked things just
as they were! And it was amusing to see the formerly
so refined Maxwell falling into Fran's Brooklyn persona.
"How the mighty have fallen" she thought, laughing!
Life could be great sometimes - especially if you find a
magical medallion and use it wisely. Taking no chances,
she had mailed it far away, C/O Jennifer Adams, general
delivery Brisbane, Australia. She had picked the name at
Random out of a phone book.
It seemed a nice safe distance way, on the other side
of the world! Of course no Jennifer Adams would claim it.
The new C.C. Babcock fell asleep wondering if the new
Niles would take her job offer and work for her instead
of the Sheffield's! Now wouldn't that be amusing.
All was right with the world.
The End
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