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Sarah's New Roommate
By Bill Hart
"You're very beautiful." Mike pulled the young girl he'd just met in
the bar to him again and kissed her. "But I'll bet you already knew
that," he smiled, even as Sarah blushed. "How could you not know how
beautiful you are, Sarah Jennings?"
Sarah continued blushing. No one other than her grandfather had ever
called her beautiful before. She wasn't entirely certain why she'd
gone to the bar; she wasn't altogether sure why she'd brought Mike
home with her. It was just that both actions had seemed like the
proper thing to do. And even though something about Mike Brundage
excited her, she still felt oddly nervous and somewhat ill at ease in
his presence. After all, he was a boy. And Sarah knew exactly what
he wanted from her. "I'll bet you tell every girl you meet they're
beautiful. But all you're really trying to do is seduce me, Mike
Brundage."
Mike kissed Sarah again, this time even longer than the time before.
He didn't think that the pretty girl could possibly hold out much
longer. No girl could resist his charms for very long and he knew
Sarah's resistance was weakening. "I'm still surprised that you live
in such a large place all alone."
"I had a roommate earlier this year," replied Sarah. "Lauri was about
a month older than me. It's been almost a month since she moved out.
She met this guy, they fell in love, and then they got married.
Sometimes I really miss having Lauri around. We had a lot of great
times together; I had someone my own age I could talk to. But I'm
happy for her. Jim - that's her husband - is a really nice guy. I
think you'd like him."
"Maybe," replied Mike, even though he thought it unlikely. Mike had
no real use for other guys, nice or otherwise. "But this place is so
enormous for just one person. It was probably too big for two people
when Lauri was living with you. It must cost you a fortune to rent
this place and it's still half empty."
"The rent's really not that much," smiled Sarah. "I've never had any
trouble coming up with the rent. I don't know how they do it, but
somehow my grandparents always seem to know exactly when I need a
little help. Whenever I think I'm going to be in trouble I get one
of their little CARE packages from home."
The overly trusting Sarah showed Mike what remained of her latest
"little CARE" package from home. He was impressed. And he wouldn't
have minded getting his fingers on even this small part of one. Mike
quickly concluded that Sarah's grandparents had to be loaded and they
also clearly doted on Sarah, their only granddaughter.
"I still think you could save yourself a bundle by renting a smaller
place."
"But, big as it is, I like this place, Mike. It's hard to explain,
but it's just like being home without really being home."
"If you insist on staying here, then you should think about finding
another roommate." With what he'd already seen, Mike already had
someone in mind. "That would easily cut your costs in half."
"Lately, I have been thinking about putting an ad in the paper for
another roommate," replied Sarah. "But she'd have to be someone
really special to replace Lauri."
"That's good to hear." Mike smiled at her. "But I wasn't exactly
thinking along the lines of you getting another female roommate."
Sarah looked shocked at his suggestion. "You can't seriously be
telling me that you'd apply." She looked at him in disbelief. "But
you can't move in here with me."
"Why not? I think this would be the perfect setup for us." Mike
slid his arm around Sarah's slender waist. "I know we haven't known
each other long, but I'd like it if we could be together all the time.
I'd never have to leave and you'd never be alone." A kiss later,
Mike was certain Sarah would agree to his moving in eventually. All
he had to do was keep up the pressure. "And we'd still have that
spare empty room next to yours to rent, that is, if we needed some
spare cash."
"But you don't understand. You just can't move in here with me," she
frowned. "My grandparents are really old-fashioned. They'd never
understand about you. They'd throw a fit as soon as they found out I
was living with some young man without us being married first."
No one said anything about marriage, thought Mike. "That's an easily
solved problem," smiled Mike. "Don't tell them."
Sarah looked stunned. "Are you saying you want me to lie to my
grandparents? I can't do that to them." A tear trickled down her
cheek. "They took me in after my parents died. I could never lie
to them. How could you even ask me to do something like that?"
"You wouldn't have to lie to them. All you'd have to do is tell them
you have a new roommate. You just won't need to tell them the whole
truth. Where's the harm in that?" Mike smiled at Sarah's apparent
gullibility. "If they don't ask you about your new roommate's sex,
then you don't need to volunteer any information about me being male."
Mike kissed her once again. "We'll have so much fun living here
together."
"But you can't. That still sounds wrong."
"Don't you love me, Sarah?" Mike tried his best to look hurt.
Sarah looked as if she'd been hit by a load of bricks. "Of course,
I love you, Mike." But did she really? Even Sarah wasn't certain
of her feelings. "Why would you ask me something like that?"
"You say you do," replied Mike, "but your denial makes it seem
otherwise to me."
"You want me to do something that I know isn't right."
"I only want us to be together."
"So do I, Mike. But we can only be together that way after we're
married."
"Married?" Mike chuckled. "Whoever said anything about us ever
getting married?"
"But I thought..."
"That's one of your problems, Sarah. You think too much," snapped
Mike. "I really think your priorities are totally screwed up. Your
damned grandfather's obviously filled you with far too many of his
inanely foolish ideas. It's about time you're ridded of a few of
them."
"Don't talk about my Grampa like that," replied Sara, but her voice
sounded more worried and nervous than angry.
"Why not?" chuckled Mike again.
"He'll hear you," she whispered softly. "He won't like what you've
tried to make me do."
"Don't be so damned ridiculous, Sarah. You and I both know your
grandfather's several miles away from here. How could he possibly
hear me talking about him and his foolish ideas?"
"I don't know how he knows exactly, Mike," replied Sarah quietly.
"But I just know he will."
"That's stupid nonsense." Mike pulled Sarah closer. He had more on
his mind than a simple kiss this time.
But Sarah, wanting no part of what was on Mike's mind, struggled
against his unwanted advances. "No, Mike! Stop!" she screamed,
although she knew he wasn't listening. "Please don't do this!"
"Why not? Why should I stop?" snarled Mike. "I know you want what I
have to give you just as much as I want to give it to you."
Sarah, resigned to her fate, began whimpering.
"I rather doubt she wants anything from you, young man," said a stern
male voice from behind him. "She has already told you 'no', Mister
Brundage. She has also asked you to 'stop'. At this time, I would
suggest you listen to her."
Surprised at being interrupted, Mike slowly turned around. He saw an
old man he'd never seen before staring at him. "Just who the hell
are you?" he asked the white bearded man. "What the hell do you want
here?" His eyes narrowed. "You'd better get the hell out of my
girlfriend's place real quick before I kick your sorry old ass into
the middle of next week."
The old man smiled. "You may not know it yet, but you have a great
deal to learn, Mister Brundage."
"Grampa?" asked Sarah, sounding surprised, as she looked up. "Is
that you?"
"Yes, dear. It's me," replied the old man. "Everything will be all
right, I am here now. I am sorry to be so late."
'Grampa? Just what I didn't need,' thought Mike. But, since he
doesn't look much brighter than Sarah, I should still be able to talk
my way out of this. "This isn't what it seems to be, Mr. Jennings,
sir."
"It never is with people of your ilk and predatory nature," replied
the old man as he continued smiling. "An interesting development.
You are no longer thinking of kicking my ass into the middle of next
week. But you will also soon find I do not butter up easily."
"I'm glad you're here, Grampa." Sarah hugged the old man.
"I know you are, sweetheart." He kissed Sarah's forehead. "Your
grandmother and I always know when you're having a little trouble.
We have always straightened out these little problems for you in the
past. But right now, I think you should go to your room and rest. I
have a need to talk privately with this willful young man."
"Whatever you say, Grampa," replied Sarah, as she walked off towards
her room.
Mike was thoroughly confused by what he'd seen. "What the hell did
you do to her?" he asked, while watching Sarah walk away as if under
the control of someone - or something - else. It almost seemed as if
she was under some inexplicable spell.
"I have done nothing to her I have not done for her own good several
times before now," answered the old man. "But you need not worry
about my granddaughter, she shall be fine once her new roommate
finally arrives."
"What new roommate? Sarah hasn't even placed an ad in the paper yet.
We were just talking about her getting a new roommate."
"I know all about that," smiled the old man. "I heard every word
spoken between you and Sarah on that subject."
"Every word?" Mark swallowed nervously. "But how?"
"How is unimportant. But, if it interests you, I find the idea of a
new roommate for Sarah an excellent idea." The old man smiled. "But
finding one who is suitable might prove difficult. Tell me, Michael.
Are you still interested in moving in here with Sarah?"
Mike looked at Sarah's grandfather with pure disbelief. "Is that
some kind of joke, sir?"
"I never joke, young man; I am always perfectly serious," said the
old man sharply. "As I told you before, I find this idea of a new
roommate for my granddaughter an excellent one. I have never had
problems with someone moving in with Sarah to share her expenses."
The old man made a quick sweep of the room with his eyes. "Do not
tell Sarah I told you any of this. Her grandmother worries about her
endlessly. My wife would prefer Sarah not live here alone.
"I liked her last roommate, Lauri Grant. She was a good influence on
my granddaughter. But as you know, Lauri moved out about a month ago
to get married. And the truth of the matter is I too have been
somewhat worried about my Sarah ever since."
What a stupid old fool, thought Mike. "But Sarah said... Wait one
damn minute... Are you trying to tell me it doesn't bother you that
I'm male, Mr. Jennings."
"Not particularly. Actually, I find your maleness rather irrelevant
at the moment," he replied with a smile. "But are you telling me
your maleness troubles you, young Michael?"
"Of course not," snapped Mike angrily. "It's just that Sarah said you
and your wife were a little old-fashioned about some things. Sarah
said you wouldn't understand about the two of us living together
without being married first. But here you are offering me exactly
that."
The old man's eyes softened. "Perhaps my wife and I are somewhat
old-fashioned about certain things where Sarah is concerned. But I
swore on my son's grave that his child would never experience the
pain and anguish he suffered throughout his life. If protecting her
is old-fashioned, so be it.
"Years ago, I might not have clearly understood the musings of those
young people who thought themselves in love. But, over more years
than you might believe possible, I have learned a great deal on the
subject. Is it not better for two people to live together for a spell
in order to find out if they are truly compatible?
"Did you know that Lauri once lusted after another before she finally
moved in with Sarah. But Lauri's feelings were never returned in
kind. When she first moved in with Sarah, she was very disillusioned
about a great many things. But Sarah learned a great deal from her,
just as Lauri learned a great deal from my granddaughter."
"I'm glad I never met her," snarled Mike. "She sounds like one
totally boring little bitch."
"Actually, she was a lot like you, Mike. At the time she first moved
in, her thoughts about marriage mirrored your very own on the subject.
She could not have been less interested about her prospects of getting
married. But that obviously changed; she is happily married."
"That's one thing you will never have to worry about with me,
Mr. Jennings," replied Mike. "There's no way I'm ever going feel any
different about this getting married shit. I've always had far too
much fun being single, if you know what I mean."
"Perhaps you will marry. And perhaps you will not," replied the old
man. "All that any person can realistically expect about the future
is its continued uncertainty. No one ever knows what the future has
in store for them." Mr. Jennings smiled. "But we have digressed far
from our original subject. Now tell me truthfully - I will know if
you lie - would you still like to become Sarah's new roommate?"
"What's the catch?"
"There is no catch; there are no strings. If you agree, then you
will become Sarah's roommate and be treated accordingly. You'll be
free to come and go whenever and wherever you please. And if you so
desire, you will be able to see whomever else you wish whenever you
wish to see them."
Mike grinned, unable to believe what the old man was offering. It
was a lot more than he would have ever believed possible. Sarah had
told him that her grandfather was old-fashioned, but that wasn't the
word Mike would have used to describe him. Clearly, the old man was
more than just old-fashioned - he was downright stupid. Not only
would this deal give him Sarah with her grandfather's blessings, but
he'd also be able to see any other girl he wanted whenever he wanted.
And what could the old man say? The whole thing had been his idea.
"How can I possibly say no to such an extremely generous deal?"
"How indeed?" smiled the old man, as he extended his hand towards
Mike. "Am I now to understand that we have concluded a deal, Michael
James Brundage?"
Mike smiled as he took the old man's hand. "We certainly have
concluded a deal, Mr. Jennings."
But once Mike and Sarah's grandfather had shaken hands to close their
deal, Mike began feeling quite peculiar. Feeling suddenly dizzy, he
shook his head. But even as he did, he felt his hair brush across
the tips of his ears. That was very odd. Mike knew his hair had
never been overly long and it couldn't possibly be long enough to
tickle the tops of his ears. But within a few additional minutes,
his ears had become completely covered. And after a few more minutes,
his initial surprise turned to shock as he felt his hair brushing
back and forth across the tops of his shoulders.
Suddenly, his waist began contracting. It felt as if two large hands
had encircled his waist and begun squeezing him like a fresh tube of
toothpaste. But once that odd sensation ceased, his now waspishly
thin waist showed no indications of ever returning to its previous
shape.
But that wasn't all. His ass felt really strange; it felt sort of
bloated. Mike could almost imagine that someone had stashed two huge
pillows in his pants as some weird practical joke. And then he had
the strangest thought. If a tube were squeezed in the middle, what
was inside would have to be redistributed. Could several of those
inches that had been squeezed from his waist been relocated to his
ass? His pants were now tight in several places they'd never been
tight before. Even worse, they were also loose in several other
places - one place in particular greatly disturbed him - they'd never
been loose before.
When his shirt began getting tighter, Mike couldn't imagine what was
causing it. That is, until all the buttons suddenly exploded from the
front of his shirt and sailed clear across the room. As the two sides
of his shirt spread apart, an impressive pair of firm female breasts
was exposed. A good part of whatever had been squeezed from his waist
had wound up on his chest.
"What the hell have you done to me?" Mike's voice broke and crackled
with every word he spoke. The only thing of any consistency was the
constant increase in the pitch of his voice.
"You agreed to be my granddaughter's roommate," replied the old man.
"We shook hands on our deal. Or did you forget?"
"I didn't forget anything. But what the hell has that to do with any
of this shit?" Although his voice no longer cracked as he spoke,
Mike was nevertheless surprised at the new lilting soprano voice now
coming out of his mouth.
"Is it not obvious? Our agreement has everything to do with your
current state, of course," smiled the old man. "I certainly could not
have allowed you to move into this place with my granddaughter as you
were. Could I?"
"You crazy old man!" exclaimed Mike. "You told me my being male
didn't bother you."
"It didn't; it still doesn't," replied the old man. "But if you
remember, I told you I found your maleness irrelevant," he grinned.
"Now, it is even less relevant. However, the situation as it now
unfolds will no longer cause Sarah's grandmother the loss of any
sleep."
Mike absently fondled his new breasts. He sought out his crotch and
found there the additional confirmation of his transformation he'd
dreaded. "This isn't possible. This can't be happening to me."
"It is very possible. And how can you possibly deny what has
happened?" smiled the old man. "Come take a look at yourself
in the mirror."
"What fucking mirror?" Mike knew there was no mirror in this room.
"The full-length mirror standing over there, of course." Sarah's
grandfather pointed to a full-length mirror standing in the corner
that Mike was absolutely certain hadn't been there before.
"Where the hell did that come from?"
"It is mine, of course. I almost never leave home without one."
Oddly, Mike felt a sudden need - more of a compulsion - to see what
he looked like. To say Mike was stunned by his new appearance would
have been a gross understatement.
He was now a good six or seven inches shorter than he'd been.
His short dark hair had grown out to shoulder length and turned a
light golden blonde. His brown eyes were now a sparkling blue that
went well with his new blonde hair.
He had a pair of large sensitive tits. He had a pussy that grew moist
as he looked at himself and thought thoughts he quickly realized he
shouldn't. He was also quite a looker. He'd become someone he'd want
to date, but this girl in the mirror was not someone he'd ever wanted
to be.
And, as strange as it might seem, Mike appeared to have lost at least
a half-dozen years in the impossible process he'd been put through.
Although he didn't want to believe his eyes, he knew he couldn't be
any older than Sarah.
Mike turned angrily back towards Sarah's grandfather. "I'm a girl,"
he spat the words out. "Why in hell did you change me into a girl?"
"Call it my grandfather's prerogative, my dear. My wife and I have
looked after Sarah since that tragic day her parents died." He
looked Mike over carefully. "I most definitely did not like what
you were thinking of doing to my granddaughter, when Sarah told you
'no'. As you have become, you will be far superior company for her
in this large apartment. I expect you to teach her many things. And
I expect you to learn things from her in return."
"But how did you do this to me?" Mark held his arms out to his sides,
which caused the two sides of his buttonless shirt to part farther and
bare a little more flesh of his amply endowed new breasts.
"That is not important."
"What the hell do you mean it's not important!" exclaimed Mark. "You
just turned me into a freaking girl somehow! Just how the hell can
something like that not be important?"
"Perhaps I misspoke," replied Sarah's grandfather. "I can easily see
how this might be somewhat important to you at this moment. On the
other hand, it is just not real important to me."
Mike tugged at his ill-fitting pants. Without having much success,
he tried pulling the sides of his shirt together. But he only had
two hands. Mike wasn't sure what to do. Being dressed as he was,
even though they were still his clothes, made him feel so damned
uncomfortable.
"Please forgive me," said the old man. "I should have noticed your
discomfort earlier. "But do not worry. "I can fix that quickly
enough."
"What?" exclaimed Mark. But before he could react further, his pants
suddenly fit his altered frame perfectly. Nothing about them was too
tight; nothing about them was too loose. But he definitely found
their new pink color disgusting.
The two sides of his shirt pulled together and seamlessly fused. Its
sleeves vanished leaving only two straps encircling his neck. The
material of his shirt crept upwards, slowly reshaped into a form far
more comfortable and supportive of his new breasts. His new halter
top, the same pink color as his pants, clung tightly to the contours
of his new form. Mike stared at his exposed hourglass figure in the
mirror.
"This just can't be possible."
Sarah's grandfather slowly shook his head. "After everything you've
been through, you still have one remarkably closed mind. Of course,
this is possible, my dear. If it were not, then how could you begin
to explain your current appearance? You are now who you are." The
old man looked Mark over carefully. "I'm sure you will feel better
if you just keep looking at yourself in the mirror."
Mike stood in front of the mirror gawking at his reflection. But
knowing he couldn't look away - Mike wasn't completely certain he
would if he could - he wasted no effort making an attempt.
"How old are you?"
Mike was stunned to be questioned about his age. Although he had
expected to be asked a few questions before he'd struck his deal with
Sarah's grandfather, he hadn't been expecting to be questioned now.
But even though Mike knew he was twenty-seven - he'd just had a
birthday last week - his answer to the question came as a great
surprise. "I'm twenty-one, the same age as Sarah. But she's just a
little older than me, because I just had my birthday last week. Mike
felt a little confused by his answer; he knew it was wrong. But
within a seconds his confused feeling of wrongness passed. After all
Mike knew how old he was - he'd just turned twenty-one last week.
The old man smiled. His subject might have a closed mind, but he was
certainly very receptive. "What is your name?"
Mike was surprised and definitely caught off guard by this question.
Although he had never told the old man his name, he'd already called
him Michael and Mister Brundage. But he wasn't overly worried that
this old man knew his name. Clearly, he'd known his names because
he'd admitted to eavesdropping - even if he hadn't explained how it
was possible - on his conversation with Sarah. On the other hand, he
had no idea how the old man had known his middle name was James,
since he'd never mentioned it to Sarah.
"My name's Michelle Janine Brundage," he answered the old man's last
question. But something about his name rang a little odd in his
ears. He didn't know why it should. Nor could he place what might
possibly be wrong with the sound of his own name. He'd never had
another one; he'd certainly know if he had. But he'd been Michelle
Janine Brundage from day his parents had first named him.
"Are you male or female?"
Michelle wondered what kind of weird game Sarah's very peculiar
grandfather was playing with him now. He was certain the old man
couldn't possibly have forgotten that Michelle was the male he'd
transformed into a female so he could be Sarah's roommate. And yet,
he couldn't stop looking at his reflection. That girl in the mirror
is so pretty, thought Michelle. But after a sudden shudder wracked
his body and his mind, Michelle, feeling inexplicably light headed
and confused, shook his head sending his blonde hair swirling about
his head. After taking another long deep look into the mirror,
Michelle began smiling. "Isn't it obvious, old man?" she replied,
while casually wiping several loose strands of blonde hair away from
the front of her face.
"I'm a girl." She posed sexily before the mirror. "I'm one really hot
babe."
"You certainly are, Michelle," smiled the old man. "I have one final
question. Who would you prefer for your next bed partner - a male or
a female?"
"That's a very simple question to answer, Mr. Jennings." Michelle
smiled as she thought about the myriad of ways she might reply to
that question. But Michelle actually needed very little time to
consider her response; she already knew the answer. "Given a choice,
I'll take a handsome virile hunk to my bed any day."
"Very good, Michelle," answered Sarah's grandfather, as he looked the
new girl over. "I think you need to rest for a couple of hours."
"I do feel a little tired." Michelle studied her reflection. "And
yet, there is something about me that seems wrong somehow."
"Do not worry about that. This sense of wrongness you sense is
fleeting. It will pass once you have rested," explained the old man.
"You will grow stronger as the gaps fill in. You will also feel
increasingly better, as the new replaces the old."
"What does that mean, Mr. Jennings?"
"It is unimportant. You need not worry yourself needlessly,
Michelle."
"If you say so, Mr. Jennings."
The old man studied her carefully. "But you are in need of rest now.
You should go right to your room, Michelle."
"My room?" asked Michelle.
Sarah's grandfather pointed to the door next to Sarah's.
"But that room's empty."
"Of course, it is not empty," smiled the old man. "The room was
vacant this morning, but you have just recently finished moving all
your things inside. Don't you remember, Michelle."
"Of course, I remember. I don't know how or why I could have thought
differently." Michelle stretched her arms and yawned. "I'm really
tired now. I think I'd better go lie down on my bed for a while."
Michelle then turned and slowly made her way towards her new room.
Sarah's grandfather watched Michelle's every move as she strolled
casually towards her room. Her movements were so sensual that he was
convinced the new girl would be quite popular among the boys her own
age. He was also pleased that the former boy had been so receptive
to his spells.
The old man was also certain Michelle would prove to be just as good a
roommate as Lauri had been before she had decided to leave and marry
that fine young man she'd found. Lauri had been an excellent teacher;
she had taught Sarah many things she needed to know. And Michelle
would very likely teach her many more useful things.
And as he began fading away, his work completed for the time being,
Sarah's grandfather wondered who could possibly be better teachers
for his granddaughter Sarah than Lauri, who had once been Larry
Grant, and Michelle, who had been Mike Brundage until this afternoon.
After all, the three of them had so much in common.
The End
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