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The Phantom of the Cinema
By
Simon
It was Saturday night, and George was in the ?Dog and Duck? bar with
his two best friends from his University days, Paul and John. It was
a number of years since they had left education, and they were all
now fairly successful in their jobs. It meant that they were unable to
get together as often as they would have liked, but once every couple
of months they cleared their diaries, had a few drinks and went out
clubbing.
Up to this point, there was nothing unusual about this night. When they
met up, they always came to the ?Dog? and spent a few hours getting tanked
up on beer, since it was a lot cheaper getting drunk there than it was in
the night club. The club they went to was ?The Zone?, it was an old
cinema building, and on Saturday nights they played disco music from the
70`s and 80`s.
As they entered the club, the three of them were feeling suitably
merry, and they headed straight for the dance floor. Since the place
had only just opened, there was still plenty of room for them to run
around and make complete fools of themselves. They loved dancing to disco
music, and enjoyed nothing more than performing outlandish moves in the
gaze of the multitude of lights which flashed around them.
Within an hour, the club was packed, and by this time it was more
difficult for them to get the space on the floor which they required
for their more outrageous dances. George was starting to get a bit tired
anyway so he left the other two chatting up a couple of women while he
headed up the stairs to a large balcony which looked down on to the dance
floor. There was also a bar up there, and he was beginning to feel a bit
thirsty again. Having bought his pint, he headed for a seat at the front
of the balcony and leaned against the railing to watch the heaving mass
of people moving below him.
After a short while, George began to feel slightly light-headed. Then
all of a sudden he reached the edge of climaxing, it was an amazing
feeling, and it didn`t go away, lasting for a few minutes. When it finally
stopped George leaned back in his seat and wondered what on earth had
happened. He shook his head, just to clear his mind a little, then, as he
crossed his legs, he noticed something incredibly weird. He was wearing
white pantyhose.
He shook his head once more, unable to believe his eyes, but it was real.
He was wearing white pantyhose, and what was more, his legs looked smooth,
soft and hairless, they were ?.. stunning! He leaned forward to get a better
look, and to his utter amazement, it wasn`t just pantyhose that he was wearing.
The lower part of his legs were encased in white platform boots, and around his
waist was a light blue mini-skirt which was a few inches the wrong side of
discreet.
Something didn`t look right about the way the skirt was laying on his
groin (aside from the fact that it was a skirt laying on his groin!). He
moved his hand down, and found nothing there. At least to his mind it was
nothing, to anyone else it was plainly a vagina. From the waist down, he
was now entirely female.
He looked around in a panic, hoping that no one else was aware of
his situation. Fortunately, most people were downstairs on the dance floor,
and the few that had wandered up to the balcony were all clustered around
the bar.
It was then that the dizziness hit him again, followed once more by the
pre-climax buzz. When this subsided he looked down once more, and hoped that
the effects of the first session had been reversed. Unfortunately, this was
not the case.
His eyes came upon the biggest set of breasts in the whole world. At least
this is what they looked like from his angle, in reality, they were little
more than C-cups. His breasts were covered by a small white T-shirt which
left his perfectly toned waist exposed, but was also tight enough to reveal
the outline of his newly enlarged nipples. He moved his delicate new hands
upwards to touch his breasts, hoping that it was all an illusion, it had to be,
someone must have spiked his drink with some weird drug.
He noticed that his finger nails had grown and had a shiny pink gloss on them.
As his tiny fingers came into contact with his nipples, he shuddered, and
became dizzy once more. This time the feeling didn`t last as long, but as he
moved his head, he was aware of a long strand of blonde hair which brushed in
front of his face. Since his hair was normally short and brown, he realised
that the changes which had been affecting him, were now complete.
He touched his face, being careful not to scratch himself with his newly
acquired nails. If felt very different, softer, less angular. He ran his
fingers through his hair, it now fell just below his shoulder blades.
This was all too weird for George, he had to get out of this place. He stood
up, but being unaccustomed to the platforms on his boots he lost his balance
and began to plunge forward over the railings of the balcony. A feeling of
d?j? vu overwhelmed him as he looked down at the people below, he was about
to fall to his doom, but then gravity seemed to become obsolete, and he found
himself standing upright next to the railings once more.
He raised a hand to his neck, it felt a little sore, but after a minute, this
began to fade. A wave of dizziness overcame him once more, though his balance
remained steady this time.
?I need to dance.? Thought George. With that he sauntered down the stairs to
the dance floor, moving perfectly naturally in his new heels, and with a
graceful swaying of his hips.
Once he was downstairs he began to move with the music, nothing too outlandish,
just gentle, but overtly sexual movements. Every man in the place had his eyes
on George`s new body, but he was blissfully unaware until one of the men came
up to him and asked him for a dance. It was Paul. George became dizzy once more,
just for a second, and although he couldn`t understand why, he found himself
agreeing to Paul`s proposition.
?My name`s Paul?, said his friend, ?What`s yours?? he enquired.
?My name is Epiphany,? replied George, unsure where the name had come from,
?Epiphany White.?
They danced together for a few songs, Paul would occasionally brush his body
against George`s, but physical contact remained fleeting. Then it came to the
point where the DJ put on a slow song and Paul reeled George in and pulled him
close against his body. George felt very uncomfortable, especially as he could
feel Paul`s penis begin to grow as it ground against him. He began to feel
trapped, and was about to make a run for it when he became dizzy again. This
time, it felt like his brain had been surrounded by cushions, he was still
vaguely aware, but not entirely in control of his body as he continued to
dance with Paul. Eventually he blacked out completely.
George was wakened by the sound of a man snoring. His head was pounding
as he opened his eyes. He looked up at the ceiling and it was immediately
clear that this was not his room. He became aware of a slight pressure on his
chest, and as he looked down, he saw an unmistakably masculine arm lying
across his body. He looked to his left, and there beside him was his friend Paul,
still sleeping off the effects of last nights alcohol. George gently grabbed Paul`s
arm by the wrist, lifted it up and then slid out from the bed before laying the
arm back down on the mattress.
George shook his body, ?Euurrghh!? he called under his breath, dreading to think
how he had found himself in this position. It was then that he remembered that
last night, he had been female!
?Oh hell!? Thought George, as he slowly peered downwards. To his utter relief
he found that he was now back in his own body. His hands clasped his penis
and testicles, ?Thank you God!? he whispered.
Now his thoughts moved to getting out of Paul`s house without being noticed.
He looked around the floor for his clothes, but to his dismay, all he found was
the female attire, which he had been wearing last night.
?No problem,? he thought, managing to pull himself together, ?I`ll just use
some of Pauls clothes, he won`t miss them.? With that, George pulled on a pair
of jeans, an old black T-shirt and some running shoes. He then realised that he
had no money, and was no longer in possession of his house keys. He quickly
scoured the floor once more and noticed a small white purse lying next to bed.
He opened it up, and inside found enough money for a cab, and much to his
relief, his front door keys. He crept out of the room, finally able to relax as he
marched off down the road.
2 months later ??.
George was back in the Dog and Duck with his two friends, never having
mentioned the events of their last meeting. ?I tell you what guys,? said
Paul, ?I hope I get as lucky as I did last time we went to The Zone. I pulled
a right stunner. She was incredible, had a great body, and wouldn`t say no to
anything once I got her back to my place.?
George went white and tried to hide himself in his pint. Paul continued,
?Strange thing was though, in the morning, she`d just disappeared. She didn`t
even bother to take any of her clothes with her. I hope she`s there again tonight,
I`d love to meet her again. If nothing else I`d like to know why she left her
clothes behind, and how she got home naked!?
?She sounds superb.? Commented John. ?So did you manage to get a name out of
her, or didn`t you bother with the formalities?? He smiled as he raised his pint
to his lips.
?Yes, I got her name.? Replied Paul. ?It was a real strange name, so it sticks
in the mind. Epiphany White.?
In shock, John spat beer all over Paul. ?What the hell is that all about??
Asked Paul angrily.
?You aren`t going to believe this.? John responded. ?You know that place used
to be a cinema??
Paul nodded, still clearly seething about having beer dripping down his face.
?Well back then, there was a girl who used to be a regular. She was always on
the back row with some guy, a different one every week from what I`ve heard.
One day, she was on her way out when she tripped and fell over the balcony. She
landed awkwardly on one of the chairs below, it snapped her neck, killing her
instantly. Her name was Epiphany White. I`d heard that the place was haunted,
but I never believed it before.?
Paul had been in the process of taking a drink from his pint. He spat beer
all over John in shock. His face was drained of colour and a shiver ran down
his spine. George smiled.
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