This work is licensed under the Creative Commons
Attribution-NoDerivs-NonCommercial License.
To view a copy of this license, visit:
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd-nc/1.0/
Or send a letter to:
Creative Commons, 559 Nathan Abbott Way, Stanford,
California 94305, USA.
Want To Try Something Really Different?
By Mr. Ram
cc 2003
While waking home from high school Friday, after working out in the gym,
Doug found a strange hippy looking medallion in the brush alongside the
road. He thought that it must have been thrown from a car. It was old and
worn and had a picture of a fairy or an angel on one side, and some
unreadable writing on the other. The medallion was attached to a chain.
Doug put it around his neck, thinking that it looked retro and cool.
When he got home, Doug yelled, "Mom! Dad! I'm home!"
Then he remembered that they had gone back to college with his older
sister, Carmen, for her graduation that weekend. They wouldn't be back
until Monday.
He went to his room to get ready, he had a date with his steady
girlfriend, Sara. She was going to pick him up because her mother let her
use her car that evening.
Doug left the medallion around his neck as he undressed, he opened his
underwear drawer and found it empty.
"Shit," he muttered, "I forgot to do the wash this week."
He sighed and picked up his dirty clothes hamper and carried it to the
laundry room. Opening the washer, he saw that Carmen had started a load
of her underwear and it lay damp in the bottom of the washer.
Shrugging, he gathered the panties and bras up to transfer them to the
dryer. He didn't get a good hold on all of them and some started to slip
and fall. Doug quickly pulled them to his chest to prevent them from
falling to the floor. When he did so, not only did he feel the cold, damp
underwear against his skin, but he felt an electric tingle as the
underwear touched the medallion!
"AAHH!" he yelled, as he tossed the damp clothes into the dryer.
A pair of Carmen's pale blue cotton panties clung to the medallion. Doug
swiftly freed it and threw it into the dryer with the rest of the load.
He started the dryer and turned his attention to his own load of wash.
After starting the washer, he absent-mindedly rubbed his butt as he
walked back to his bedroom to wait for the wash to finish, he had enough
time before his date.
Doug paused in front of the full length mirror, on the back of his
bedroom door, to admire himself. He tried out some body builder poses and
tensed his stomach muscles to show off his 'six pack'. Then turned to
admire his profile. He noticed that his butt seemed rounder than he
remembered. He turned his back to the mirror and looked over his shoulder
at his rear. It looked like he had a girl's ass!
Doug quickly turned around and looked in the mirror. His 'package' looked
like a baby's and it was quickly shrinking. He grabbed his dick, trying
to hold onto it, but it shrunk out of his grip.
"What's happening to me!" he cried out.
Then he had an inspiration. He remembered the shock he received from the
medallion.
"The medallion," he thought. Quickly he took it off and threw it onto his
bed.
He checked himself out in the mirror, the changes seemed to have stopped.
His hips seemed wider, making his legs angle inward as they approached
his knees.
Doug looked at his crotch. His dick was gone! In its place, a vertical
fold obscured by a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. Gingerly, he felt
it and moved the outer lips aside, touching the moist inner lips.
"Damn!" he whispered. "This is too weird!"
He looked at the medallion lying on the bed, thinking that it was
responsible, but how, why?
Doug took a pencil from his desk and carefully picked up the medallion
with it, holding it by the chain. He timidly poked at the medallion with
his finger and looked down at himself, no further changes. Then he took
the medallion in his hand, primed to toss it at the first signs of
changes, nothing happened, no tingling shock, no odd feelings. He set the
medallion down on his desk top.
Again Doug checked out his butt in the mirror. This time he noticed a
butterfly tattoo high on his right butt cheek, just like the one Carmen
had! He remembered the day Carmen came home from a trip with friends
during spring break last year and had proudly shown him this very tattoo
as well as a pierced navel.
"I have Carmen's butt, and pussy!" he whispered in awe.
Doug remembered the panties hanging off of the medallion after he
received the shock.
"Touching the panties to the medallion must have started the changes," he
thought.
Then he inspected his altered anatomy again. He noticed that the edge of
his navel had a hole in it.
"Carmen's piercing!"
The piercing was well above where the top of the low riding panties would
have ended, had he been wearing them. That indicated to Doug that the
changes weren't limited to the area covered by the panties. He looked
carefully at his thighs, and saw that the first few inches below his
crotch was hairless and much softer than the rest of his legs. He thought
that if he hadn't taken the medallion off just then, the changes would
probably have continued, he might have changed into Carmen!
Remembering his date with Sara, Doug considered calling her and making an
excuse to break the date. But changed his mind, thinking that after he
was dressed, no one would know what he did or did not have between his
legs. He had promised Sara that he would go with her to the free concert,
given by their favorite local band, in the park that evening.
Doug shrugged and stepped into the bathroom to take a shower. He showered
quickly, trying to ignore his new genitalia. After drying himself, Doug
modestly wrapped the towel around his waist and went to the laundry room
to check on his wash.
His clothes were clean, though damp and Carmen's clothes were dry. He
took Carmen's clothes out of the dryer and placed them on top of it, and
put his in the dryer.
Thinking that he would have to wait at least a half an hour for his
clothes to dry, Doug looked at Carmen's underwear on the top of the dryer
and thought that her panties would certainly fit him now. Removing the
towel, he took the pale blue pair that had caught on the medallion, and
slipped them on. He was right, they fit as if made for him. They really
didn't feel any different than the cotton briefs that he normally wore,
though the smooth crotch was really strange. Doug shook his head and
tried to put it out of his mind.
Returning to his room, Doug continued to get ready for his date. He chose
some loose cut jeans and a sweatshirt with the logo of the band playing
that night. After tightening his belt a few extra notches, his clothes
concealed his narrowed waist and shapely derriere nicely.
After dressing Doug went to the kitchen to fix himself a snack. He had a
sandwich and a liter bottle of cola. Just as he was finishing, Sara drove
up and honked the horn. Doug quickly cleaned up and ran outside to the
car.
Sara was gorgeous, with long blond hair, large breasts and a perfect hour
glass figure. She was tall, about 5'11," just 3" shorter than Doug. When
she wore heels they were the same height.
As he let himself into the passenger's seat, Sara said, "Hey Hon."
Doug replied, "Hey Sara, you're early," and they kissed.
"Yeah." Sara smiled as she produced a joint. "I thought we'd get high
before the concert."
"Great idea!"
"But not here, in Mom's car, she'll smell it."
"Where then?"
"We could go to Riverbend Beach, that's close enough to the concert that
we could walk there after."
"Sounds good, let's go!"
At the beach, they found a secluded place in the driftwood with a nice
view. Sara handed the joint and a matchbook to Doug. He fired it up, took
a deep drag and holding his breath, handed it back to Sara.
She followed suit and soon they were enjoying a buzz, holding hands and
gazing at the river.
Pot always made Doug introspective. And he could no longer push away
thoughts of the pussy between his legs, instead, he focused on it. His
crotch felt oddly empty and warm, he imagined he could feel every fold,
every detail. It felt really different, definitely hard to ignore. He
hoped that the medallion could undo what it had done. He reasoned that it
could, he'd just have to figure out how to work it.
Sara reached out and ran her fingers around his back, he returned the
favor.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
He leaned over and gave her a long passionate kiss. She responded
enthusiastically.
Instead of the familiar feeling of a growing erection that he was used
to, he felt all hot and moist down there.
He didn't feel the urgent need to get into her pants and get off that he
usually felt. Instead, he felt a different need, a need to be... filled?
They broke their kiss. Doug knew that if they continued, they would soon
be fondling each other and he would have to explain to Sara what she
would, or wouldn't find in his pants and that was a little too much for
him with the high he was enjoying.
He glanced at his watch and said, "We better get going to the concert,
it's stadium seating and we want to get a good seat."
Sara agreed and they walked to the concert, their hands in each other's
back pockets.
Sara patted Doug's butt and said, "Puttin' on a little weight, Fatboy?"
"No, I'll tell you about it later."
"Kay," she replied, just as they reached the natural bowl in which the
concert was to be held.
Soon after finding a good place to sit and watch the concert, they saw
some friends, Jack and Christie.
Jack lived on the same street as Doug, he was the neighborhood daredevil,
always taking chances and pulling crazy stunts. He liked to be the center
of attention. It was entertaining to hang out with him and Doug was glad
to see him at the concert.
Christie was Sara's best friend. Where Sara was a tall statuesque blond,
Christie was smaller, about 5'5" and brunette. She was a gymnast and had
a great body. An only child, she was somewhat spoiled and prone to
pouting if she didn't get what she wanted. She was also very sweet. They
had all grown up together and were all good friends.
"Hey guys!" Doug called.
"Hey!" answered Christie.
"Come and sit over here, there's plenty of room," said Sara.
"Steve's here, you got room for him?" asked Jack.
"Sure, we'll make room," answered Doug.
Stephen, he preferred to be called Steve, was Jack's cousin, he was 22
years old and sometimes bought beer for them, Steve could also get pot as
well as other 'recreational' drugs. He had been in the same class, in
high school, as Carmen. He went to work at his Dad's furniture store
right after high school.
Steve was a ladies man, he seemed to have a different girlfriend every
week. He was a jazz and blues aficionado and he had a small internet
business dealing in old vinyl jazz and blues records, it was little more
than a hobby but it paid for itself. He had a new car and rented a small
but nice house in an upscale neighborhood. They only saw Steve
occasionally, he hung out with his own crowd, but Jack sometimes bummed a
ride from him, like he had today.
"So, I hear that you're on your own this weekend," smiled Jack.
"Yeah," Doug nodded, "Mom and Dad brought Carmen back to school for
graduation, so they're making a weekend of it."
"Hey, we could party at your house!" Jack suggested.
The girls both smiled at the idea.
Just then Steve walked up and said, "Party? I'm in!"
"Wait a second! I promised Mom and Dad that I wouldn't HAVE a party while
they were gone, they were very specific about that!" Doug interrupted
before his friends made the party a done deal.
The looks of disappointment were almost too much to bear, especially
Sara's.
"Well... They did say I could have a few friends over."
"Ok!" said Jack. "Just the five of us, how about tomorrow night?"
"I'll bring beer, if you all chip in," added Steve.
"All right, don't forget to bring a swimsuit if you want to use the pool
and hot tub," Doug relented.
Steve saw some people he knew and excused himself.
Doug and Jack asked the girls if they wanted anything from the concession
stand before the concert started. They were all a little hungry as Jack
and Christie had also caught a buzz before the concert so, of course,
they thought it was a good idea.
On the way to the snack shack, Doug's smaller bladder reminded him of the
liter of soda he had consumed earlier.
He gave Jack some money and said, "Here, could you get us some hot dogs
and a couple of Cokes? I have to pee real bad!
"Sure, no problem!"
Doug made his way to a long row of porta cans, downwind from the concert
area, and stepped into the first unoccupied one he found. At first, he
stood at the fiberglass urinal and fumbled around in his open fly until
he remembered that the urinal wasn't for him. He sighed and undid his
pants, but not before wiping the seat clean and laying toilet paper all
around it. He sat and let go. The feeling of release was the same, though
it seemed to come out faster. When he was finished, he pulled up his
panties and immediately felt a wetness in his crotch.
"Aw shit," he muttered as he grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned
himself up. "Now I gotta wipe when I pee too!"
As he was buckling his belt, he heard what sounded like an argument going
on behind the porta can. Doug stepped up on the seat and looked out the
vent holes along the top of the structure to see what was going on.
He saw Steve talking to a smaller man flanked by two big guys.
The little guy was saying, "So, where's my money?"
"I have most of it, Victor. I'll collect from some customers here at the
concert and I'll have the rest for you tomorrow!"
"Gimme what you got now!"
Steve fumbled in his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a role of cash
and handed it to Victor.
Victor counted it. "This isn't shit! Are you jerkin' me around?"
"N-No, Victor, I'll have the rest for you tomorrow afternoon, really!"
"Don't fuck with me!"
"No, Victor, I'll square up with you tomorrow!"
"Be sure that you do. Here's a taste of what you'll get if you don't."
Victor nodded at the two big guys, one held Steve's arms behind his back
while the other gave him a couple of shots to the stomach.
Without another word the three walked away, leaving Steve on his knees
gasping for breath.
Doug ran back to the snack bar to find Jack. He was just stepping up to
the counter when Doug found him.
"Hey buddy!" Jack smiled.
"Steve's in some kind of trouble!"
"Just a sec."
Jack ordered the snacks and turned back to Doug.
"He's always in some kind of trouble, he'll be fine!"
Jack paid the vendor, took the bag of food and said, "You carry the
drinks. Hey, there's Steve now, he looks OK."
Steve was walking stiffly and held a hand on his stomach.
Jack said, "Hey Steve, you all right?"
Steve smiled. "Never better, why?"
"Doug thought you were in some kind of trouble."
Steve shot a quick frown at Doug.
"Jealous boyfriend," Steve said smoothly. "It's cool now, the girls just
can't stay away from me!"
"See Doug, I told you he'd be fine!"
As they walked back to their spot, Steve put a hand on Doug's shoulder,
leaned close and said, "What'd you see?"
"Just a couple of guys slugging you in the stomach," Doug said.
"Yeah, that was the end of it, but I'm alright. Thanks for your concern,
pal!" He slapped Doug on the shoulder.
They enjoyed the concert. The band did one encore and the concert was
over, too soon, for their tastes. It was about 9 o'clock and the band had
a paying gig to go to.
Steve reminded them about the beer, and they all gave him a few dollars.
"I'll bring the beer tomorrow. Hey Sara, can you give Jack and Christie a
ride? I have some business to do. Thanks!" winked Steve.
While driving back to Doug's house, after dropping off Jack and Christie,
Sara said, "What were you going to tell me later, about your fat butt?"
Doug had decided to tell Sara about the medallion and what it had done to
him, back at the beach, but he didn't want to spoil the buzz answering a
lot of Sara's questions.
So, he told Sara everything. He included his theory about the medallion
turning anyone into a duplicate of whoever had last worn an article of
clothing, the changes starting with the parts covered by the clothing.
"That's quite a tale just to explain a pudgy behind," she laughed.
"You don't believe me?
"Well, you gotta admit, it's a pretty outlandish story! 'Magic
medallion'," she snorted.
They were just pulling into Doug's driveway. Doug said, "Come on in, I'll
show you!"
They got out of the car and went into the house. Sara followed Doug
through the house to his bedroom. She watched him walk and thought that
he DID have a rather feminine gate, could he be telling her the truth or
was he just messing with her?
They entered Doug's room. He pointed to the medallion and said, "There it
is," as he started removing his pants to show Sara that he was telling
the truth.
Sara picked up the medallion and examined it. It certainly didn't look
like much, kind of like old costume jewelry.
Doug said, "Have you seen Carmen's tattoo?"
"Who hasn't?" said Sara dryly.
Carmen had been very generous about showing friends and family her tattoo
when she first got it.
"Then check this out."
Sara looked up as Doug, his back to her, took off his pants and bent
over. There on his right cheek just above the top of the blue panties was
Carmen's butterfly tattoo.
"That's not your butt!"
"That's what I've been telling you!" he said over his shoulder, letting
Sara get a good look.
"Yeah, but... That's not your butt!" Sara repeated.
Sara couldn't believe what she was seeing, she was familiar with Doug's
butt, and this wasn't it! Instead, Carmen's shapely rear had all her
attention.
"That doesn't suit you at all." observed Sara.
"Tell me about it!"
Doug turned to face Sara. She looked at his crotch.
"My god! Your, your dick is gone!"
"I TOLD you..."
"You're wearing girl's underwear."
"Yeah, mine were still in the wash and I figured that these would fit me,
now."
"Do you LIKE wearing girl's underwear?" She smiled.
"Nah, it's just underwear, it doesn't feel any different than my regular
briefs."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm hoping that the medallion will undo it if I can figure out how it
works."
"Let's try now," Sara suggested, eager to do something other than look at
the unbelievable. "You said you were wearing the medallion and that the
changes started happening right after Carmen's panties touched it."
"That's right."
Sara tossed the medallion to Doug.
"Put it on, like you did before."
Doug placed the medallion over his head.
"Where do you keep your underwear?"
"They're all in the dryer."
Doug lead the way to the laundry room and retrieved a pair of his
underwear from the dryer, and touched them to the medallion.
"Nothing's happening. Last time, I felt a funny tingle when the panties
touched the medallion."
He tried hanging the underwear from the medallion, still nothing
happened.
Sara said, "I just can't believe that this thing only works once, maybe
it just works once a day!"
"Then I'll keep trying it until it works," said Doug.
There was a pause in the conversation, both were worried that the
medallion wouldn't work again but neither would say it out loud.
"Are you hungry?" asked Sara, breaking the awkward silence.
"Yeah, we have frozen pizza in the freezer."
"Ok."
They went to the kitchen and prepared the pizza. After it was in the oven
they had about 15 minutes before it would be ready to eat.
"Do you want to catch a buzz again?" asked Doug.
"Sure, but I only had that one joint."
"I bought some weed from Steve last week, let's roll one up!"
Doug went to his room to retrieve his stash, while Sara walked to the
patio by the pool in the back yard. Doug soon returned and rolled a joint
on the glass topped patio table. They lit it up and took turns with it
until they heard the oven beep it's announcement that pizza was ready.
Sara went to the kitchen to get the pie while Doug put his stash back in
his room.
When Doug returned, Sara was setting the sliced pizza and some sodas on
the coffee table in the family room. Doug turned on the television and
checked out MTV, there was a 'Sexiest Videos" show just starting. He sat
on the couch with Sara and grabbed a slice of pie. As he leaned forward
the medallion swung out, Doug frowned in annoyance and removed it,
leaving it on the table top.
"Ahh," Doug sighed. "Sex, drugs and rock and roll"
"And Pizza," giggled Sara.
They finished the pizza in short order as stoned people usually do.
The sexy visuals of the rock videos plus the pleasant high combined to
make them feel very aroused.
Doug put his arm around Sara and gently massaged her left breast, Sara
leaned into Doug and turned her head to kiss him. Their lips met in a
passionate kiss.
Both of them were wet with anticipation. Doug's crotch never felt so hot
and his panties were very damp. With one hand, he undid the button on
Sara's jeans and pulled the zipper down. Between the two of them they
managed to pull her jeans off with out breaking their kiss.
Doug slipped his hand down the front of her panties and fingered her
femininity. Sara did likewise and was momentarily startled to find a
vagina as wet and ready as her own, when she, in her passion, was
expecting to find an erect penis.
Sara saw an opportunity to educate Doug in the finer points of female
genital massage and broke the kiss.
She said, "Here, do it like this..."
She gently stroked his clitoris. Doug moaned at the pleasant feeling she
was inducing in him.
"You're not stirring pudding," she continued.
Doug followed her example and was rewarded with a gasp from Sara.
"That's right!" She gasped again. "You've got it!"
Soon, Sara's gentle ministrations resulted in Doug's first feminine
orgasm. The feeling overwhelmed him, causing him to cease his efforts on
Sara's behalf.
Sara, however, was not finished, she continued her gentle manipulation of
Doug's pussy, he had another orgasm, and another. Shouting with pleasure,
he squeezed his legs together forcing Sara to stop.
"Oh, so now you're a screamer." She smiled.
"Wow!" gasped Doug, still squeezing his legs together and pressing his
hands into his crotch, protecting it from further stimulation.
"After the first one, I thought you'd stop, but you didn't. I kept
coming, again and again, until I was so sensitive, down there, that I
couldn't stand it!"
"I thought you'd like it, now it's my turn," smiled Sara.
"Gladly, but first, I have to go to the bathroom," said Doug as he stood
up, still holding his crotch.
After Doug headed for the bathroom, Sara smiled and thought about Doug's
situation. She really wanted him inside her. She could tell that he
wanted it too, he was certainly well lubricated and ready for it. Then
she was struck with an idea, she could give him what he wanted and
satisfy herself albeit in an unusual way. She considered the medallion.
Acting impulsively, she placed the medallion over her head and walked to
the laundry room. She took a pair of Doug's underwear from the dryer and
touched it to the medallion. She felt the tingle that Doug had described.
"It's working!" she said to herself.
Her whole middle, around her hips felt strange, like it was moving, but
it was very subtle. She took off her panties to see what was happening.
She watched, fascinated, as her hips narrowed and her clitoris swelled
and protruded from the lips of her pussy. It kept getting larger and
larger. The odd feeling got her very aroused. She wondered when it was
going to stop growing.
Soon she was sporting a respectable erection. She swung her hips and
waggled it back and forth. She giggled at the sight. Something else was
moving down there, she reached down and felt her crotch.
"Wow, balls too, oh, of course there'd be balls!"
She looked at her belly and saw that body hair was slowly creeping up
towards her navel, she removed the medallion and set it on top the
washer.
The changes stopped.
She regarded her dick and said, "That seems bigger than I remember it on
Doug. Maybe it's because it's on me instead of him."
She waggled it again, smiled and walked back to the family room. On her
way, as her balls slapped against her inner thighs, she wondered how guys
could stand having all that stuff hanging between their legs all the
time, not even noticing her moving breasts.
She entered the family room, her penis pointing at the ceiling and her
nipples pushing through her blouse. She saw Doug and wanted him badly.
Doug said, "I wondered where you'd gone... WHAT DID YOU DO!"
"I thought we'd be more compatible this way," she explained.
She sat next to him. He looked at her lap, her dick was throbbing with
her heartbeat.
"Aren't you worried that..."
She pressed her finger against his lips and shook her head. "No, I'm sure
it will work for both of us tomorrow."
She put her arms around him and kissed him deeply, thrusting her tongue
into his mouth.
Doug returned the kiss. He unbuttoned her blouse and reached around and
undid her bra with one hand. He reached under her loose bra and rubbed
her nipples, cupping her breast in his palm. She inhaled with a
shuddering breath. The head of her penis swelled in anticipation, pre-cum
dripping from it's eye.
They pulled apart gasping. She took her blouse and bra off while he
removed his shirt and panties. Then they embraced again, her breasts
crushed into his chest. They kissed, Doug's pussy was wet and ready.
During a pause, Sara had a thought, "Do you have any condoms?"
"Huh?"
"Condoms, that's your sister's pussy and this is your dick," she
gestured, "you don't want to get pregnant with a pointy headed retard
with fourteen fingers and toes, DO YOU?"
"Pregnant, ME!?"
"You're the one with the vagina, Sheesh! Leave it too the woman to
remember the birth control!"
"I didn't think..." Doug finally grasped the concept, HE could get
pregnant!
"I have some in my room."
He rushed to his room and searched around in his dresser drawers. He
found some condoms and rushed back to Sara.
While Doug was looking for condoms, Sara stroked her penis. She
shuddered, the tension was delicious. She could feel it throbbing. It
felt unlike anything she had ever experienced, she wanted, no, needed to
put it in Doug's pussy.
Doug returned with the condom. He showed her how to roll it on. It felt
strange to Doug to hold a dick in his hand like that.
Their passion, though damped by the delay, still burned hotly. They
resumed their embrace, kissing and fondling each other until they reached
their previous level of passion.
They lay on the couch with Doug on the bottom and Sara on top. Doug
wrapped his legs behind her back, as Sara had done in previous trysts.
Sara inexpertly thrust at Doug's waiting pussy and nearly stuck it in his
ass. As she pulled back for a second try, Doug reached down and guided
Sara's penis into himself.
The thorough fingering that Sara had given him was great, but this was
what he'd wanted. He felt filled and content.
Doug rocked his hips back and forth in time to Sara's thrusting, besides
the pleasant feelings from his pussy, Doug enjoyed watching Sara's lovely
breasts swing back and forth with each movement she made.
Sara made about a dozen thrusts and had a toe curling orgasm. Too soon,
it was over. Sara continued thrusting, hoping for more, as she was used
too getting, but it was not to be. Her dick started to soften and she
slipped out of Doug.
Doug, his pussy still sensitized by Sara's digital manipulations could
feel he was on the verge of another orgasm when Sara's softening dick
came out of his pussy. The feeling of having her inside him was very
pleasant, but just missing out on the orgasm was disappointing.
Sara sat up and swung her feet to the floor. Holding the condom on her
spent dick, she reached into her purse, on the coffee table, and got a
tissue to wrap the condom in and wiped off her penis.
Doug sat up and leaned against the armrest of the couch and pulled his
feet up to his shapely butt.
"Well that was certainly different," observed Sara.
"Did you like it?" asked Doug.
"Yeah, it was great, so intense and focused, but in a few seconds it was
over. I wanted more but I started to get soft. How about you?"
"The fingering you gave me was incredible, but what I really wanted was
to have you in me. Having you inside of me made me feel really close to
you. I was almost ready to cum again when you stopped. It was real nice
but it just missed the target."
Sara nodded in understanding. "I'd say the experience is different but
equal."
"I think so too," Doug agreed. "Do you want to go again in a few
minutes?"
"I'd like to, but I have mom's car and I shouldn't stay all night,
especially if I'm going to spend the night here after the party."
"You OK to drive?"
"I'm all right."
As she got up from the couch, Doug chuckled at the incongruity of Sara
with balls and a penis.
"What's so funny?"
"A chick with a dick."
Sara smiled and pointed at his crotch. "A man with a clam."
She turned and bent over to pick up her pants. He thought that his
masculine butt on her wasn't appealing as her own large, shapely ass.
Doug got up from the couch and helped her find all of her clothes.
She found her panties in the laundry room along with the medallion.
"You better keep this in a safe place, it's our only chance of getting
back to normal," Sara said, handing Doug the medallion.
"I'll put it with my stash."
Sara put on her panties. They looked odd with the outline of her dick and
balls in the cloth.
She tried on her jeans and the waist was too tight, the ass was baggy and
the tight crotch squeezed her nuts.
"These jeans just aren't going to work," she gasped as she took them off.
"Try my jeans," said Doug, he got her the jeans he had worn that day.
She put them on. "That's better," she said with a sigh. "Now I've got
some ballroom." She smiled as she jiggled her hips.
She gathered the rest of her things together and walked to the front
door. They embraced and kissed each other goodbye.
"See you in the morning?" asked Doug.
"You bet! We'll try the medallion again."
Doug watched her until she drove out of sight.
Doug sighed. "What a strange day this has been."
He cleaned up the kitchen and family room, put the medallion away and
went to bed.
Doug, an early riser, woke up around 7:00 and shuffled into the bathroom.
He stood in front of the toilet and lifted the seat and scratched around
at his crotch for a few seconds before memories of yesterday surfaced. He
groaned, put the seat back down, pulled down his underwear and sat.
Finished, he pulled them up as he stood and stepped to the sink to wash
his hands and splash some water on his face. He felt a wetness and looked
down. There was a wet spot right between his legs. He rolled his eyes,
groaned and thought that pussies were higher maintenance than penises.
Doug decided to try the medallion again, he really wanted his body back
to normal. He went to the laundry room and gathered up his clean clothes
and brought them back to his room. He got the medallion, placed it around
his neck and touched it to a clean pair of briefs. He felt the electric
tingle of the medallion immediately.
Doug laughed with relief as he removed his underwear and watched his
middle magically restore to normal. He could feel when the changes were
complete.
He cupped his cock and balls in his hand and said, smiling, "Welcome
back, I missed you."
Doug put the medallion away and with much higher spirits, showered and
dressed.
He was reading the sports section of the paper and finishing breakfast
around 8:30 when the phone rang, it was Sara.
"I just woke up and I have a 'piss hard on' what do I do? I can't walk
through the house like this! How would I explain it!? What do I DO!"
Doug laughed, "A what!"
"A piss hard on, morning wood, you know... a morning erection!"
"I know what you mean, I'm just surprised that you know what it's called,
that's all!"
"Hey, I don't live in a cave! I've heard about it, I just never dreamed
I'd experience it. What do I do?"
"Well, you could just take care of it yourself, as I recall you give a
pretty good hand job, or you can just wait it out, it'll go down." Doug
stifled a laugh.
Sara heard him snickering. "You think this is funny!"
"I do! I think it's funny as hell!"
"You would! How are you coping?"
"Great! The medallion worked this morning!"
"I'll be over as soon as I can! Penises are too much trouble!" and she
hung up.
About a half an hour later, Sara drove up in her dad's old pickup truck.
She walked around to the back and came in the sliding glass door carrying
a department store shopping bag. Doug was still at the kitchen table,
reading the comics.
Doug got up and gave her a hug and a kiss. Their embrace lingered, she
slipped him her tongue, they kissed until he felt he was getting wood,
then he noticed that so was she.
He broke the embrace and said, "Oh, this is just too gay!"
She looked down at both their pants tented out, and said, "You didn't
think so when we both had pussies, or when you were the one taking my
dick!"
"That was different!"
"Oh yeah, real different! Where's the medallion?"
"In my room, come on." He turned and walked to his room.
In Doug's room, he asked Sara, "Did you bring something you wore before,
to change back with?"
"Yeah, in the bag." She produced some panties from the bag. "I brought a
change of clothes too, so you can have your pants back."
Doug took the medallion from its hiding place and tossed it to Sara. She
missed it and it landed on the bed.
"Hey! A little warning before you throw something!"
She put the medallion over her head and touched the panties to it.
"I don't feel any tingle like last time. Did you feel something when you
used it this morning?"
"Yes, definitely."
Sara took the medallion off and put it on the bed. Then she sat down next
to it, thinking. Doug pulled out the chair from under his desk and sat
also.
"What time did you change the first time?" she asked.
"I got home about 5:00, it was soon after that."
"And when did you try it this morning?"
"Just after 7:00."
"That's about 14 hours," she figured.
"What time did we get here last night?" she asked.
"Almost nine thirty."
"So I changed around 10:00, What time is it now?."
Doug looked at his watch. "9:27"
"That's about 11 1/2 hours, and the medallion didn't work yet. So, there
must be a time limit of between 11 1/2 and 14 hours before you can use
the medallion again. We can try again around 10:00."
Sara sighed. "As long as we're waiting, there's something I'd like to
see. Will you take off your pants?"
"Take off your own pants, you've got one just like it!"
Sara started to take her pants off. "That's not what I meant, exactly.
It's just that this thing feels so huge in my pants I wanted to see if it
was the same size as yours."
Doug shrugged and took off his pants and underwear.
They stood, naked from the waist down, side by side, in front of Doug's
big mirror. Their 'packages' looked exactly the same. Sara reached down
and held her's in her hand. Then she reached over and gently grabbed
Doug's.
"Hey!" he protested.
"They ARE the same!" exclaimed Sara. "Then why does it SEEM so big?"
"Because it IS big!" Doug waggled his eyebrows at her.
Sara laughed. "No, I mean... It's always THERE, flopping around getting
in the way... Have you ever sat on your balls? I did and let me tell you,
it wasn't pleasant!"
"Sat on your balls? Ooohh, that DOES hurt! You know, I think it's because
you didn't grow up with it, you're just not used to having that 'tackle'
between your legs. Your breasts jiggle and move around all the time and
you don't seem bothered, are you?"
"No, well, if I run with no support then yes, but otherwise no, I don't
notice them."
"There you go!"
"You're right, I suppose that if you had breasts, all of a sudden, they
would be in the way and annoying also."
"Oh, I don't know," said Doug thoughtfully, thinking about having his own
breasts to play with whenever he wanted.
"GUYS!" said Sara in mock exasperation. "Breasts are just fun bags to you
aren't they?"
"Pretty much!"
She rolled her eyes and said, "Let's try that medallion again."
Sara put the medallion back on and touched her panties to it. She felt
the tingle she was hoping for.
"It's working!"
Doug watched as her hips spread out slightly, her butt plumped into that
lovely form that he liked so much. Her penis and testicles seemingly
regressed in age until they disappeared and her pussy formed from what
was left. It was fascinating to watch.
When the changes were finished, Sara put her hand over her pussy and
said, "Welcome back missy!"
Doug laughed. Sara said, "Now what?!"
"I did virtually the same thing when I got my dick back!"
Sara grinned and asked, "What do you want to do with this thing now?" she
said as she removed the medallion and placed it on the desk.
"Put it away, and be very careful about using it again?" Doug answered,
knowing that wasn't what Sara thought.
Sara sat on the bed and said, "Now that we're sure that the changes
caused by the medallion are reversible, I think we should have fun with
it!"
Doug sat next to her and said, "What exactly do you mean?"
"I mean we can see what else this can do! Of course we have to be
careful, after all, whatever changes we make in ourselves, we're stuck
with for, what, 12 hours?"
"Yeah, about 12 hours, but I don't know..."
"Think about it, are there any changes in yourself that you'd like to
make, knowing that you can undo it 12 hours later? What would you like to
try? You could be taller, shorter, fatter, thinner, male, female, there
may be no limit to the changes you can make, you could try out any form!
I wonder what would happen if you touched brand new clothes, that have
never been worn, to the medallion?"
Doug was catching Sara's enthusiasm.
"I'd guess that if you used brand new clothes, your form would change to
fit the clothes, but you'd still look like yourself instead of someone
else," Doug conjectured.
"Do you mean that if I touched some new men's underwear to the medallion,
I'd change into a male version of myself, who fit the underwear
perfectly?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I mean! But, we won't be able to test it until
this evening. Me at about 7:00 and you around 10:00."
"That will be during the party," observed Sara.
"It's not a party! I'm just having some friends over!"
"OK!, OK! it's not a party!" Sara laughed.
"Do you really think we should show the medallion to the others?" asked
Doug.
"We've known them all our lives, I think we can trust them. Besides, they
should be able to have fun with it also. The more people who try it, the
more different uses for the medallion we will see. And now that we know
that the changes can be undone, there won't be worries like we had last
night," said Sara enthusiastically.
"I guess," conceded Doug.
"Just think, the ultimate party game, 'What do you want to be tonight?!'"
"So, what DO you want to be tonight? You have all day to decide," said
Doug, warming to the idea.
Sara mulled it over. "Hmmm, I think I'd like to be petite."
"Huh?"
"You know, small framed. I've been tall all of my life. In the summer
before seventh grade I shot up to almost as tall as I am now! I was
taller than all of the boys and many of the teachers! I hated it, the
teasing, you can't imagine how many times I heard 'how's the weather up
there?'"
"I know what petite means, it's just that your answer surprised me. I
hear girls say they wish they were taller all the time."
"Oh, I like being tall, now. I like being able to reach things on the top
shelf without asking for help. I'd just like to see what it was like to
be small. How about you? What do you want to be?"
"I don't know, I don't think that want a pussy again!"
"Now, was it really so bad? I like mine!"
"No, it wasn't terrible, the sex was fun, I just couldn't get used to a
pussy. Having to almost undress in the porta-can just to take a pee
wasn't fun, I'm used to just whipping it out shake it off and done! And I
kept forgetting to clean myself after peeing!"
"Yeah, having a penis WAS convenient for peeing in a public toilet.
Speaking about sex, do you know that we've been sitting on a bed, naked
from the waist down and the subject hasn't come up until just now?" She
removed her top and bra.
Doug smiled and pulled his tee-shirt over his head and pulled her over on
top of himself. She squealed and noticing his rapidly firming member, sat
up on top of him, pressing her pussy to the base of his rigid dick and
said, "Condom?"
"In the nightstand drawer."
She turned her upper body while keeping her pussy pressed against his
dick and reached for the drawer. This gave Doug a great profile view of
her magnificent breasts. His penis pulsed even harder.
She turned back with the condom, unwrapped it and said, "Let's see if
I've got this right," and expertly rolled it down his shaft.
"Taa-Daa! Easy as pie."
Doug laughed and he entered her for the first time that weekend.
Afterwards they showered together and dressed. Sara producing a light
summer dress from the bag she had brought in with her.
Sitting in the kitchen, having sodas, Sara said, "We should get some
snacks for tonight."
?We have plenty of frozen pizzas and such, and there's soda pop in the
garage. We don't have chips and dips though."
"Ok, let's get going."
They drove to a nearby supermarket and picked up the snacks. In the strip
mall that shared the parking lot with the supermarket, there was a 'Dress
for Less' discount store. Sara suggested that they pick up a few
inexpensive items for their guests to choose from, if they wanted to try
the medallion.
"I don't know what I want to be yet," complained Doug.
Sara went straight to the Junior's section and started looking at the
small sized clothes.
"You're serious about this petite thing, aren't you?"
"Sure, it'll be fun!"
Doug looked around, he wasn't sure that he wanted to be a woman, or a
child, he just didn't see anything to pique his interest.
After a while, it seemed like ages to Doug, Sara happily carried a
selection of clothes to the front of the store. Besides the small women's
clothes she had picked out, there were some swimming suits, bikinis and
one piece suits in various sizes, and some children's clothes.
"What is all this stuff?" asked Doug.
"Party favors!" smiled Sara.
"It's not a..."
"Party!" Sara finished for him. "I know, I know!" she laughed.
When they arrived back at Doug's house, they put things away and Doug
went to the back yard to turn up the heat for the pool and hot tub, while
Sara busied herself putting snacks, dips and salsa in bowls. On the patio
by the sliding door were three cases of beer and a note:
Here's your beer, I have some business to take care of.
I may be by later.
Steve
"Wow, SARA!" he called.
"Yeah?'
"Steve dropped off THREE cases of beer! I figured we only had enough
money for two!"
"Is it cold?"
Doug opened a case and felt the beer.
"No, just cool!"
"We better get it on ice, then."
Doug walked over to the pool house and turned up the heat for the pool
and tub. There was an ice chest there, he grabbed it and brought it back
to the patio. He decided that it wasn't going to be big enough for all
that beer and the soda also, so he went to the garage and up some stairs
to the large storage area above the garage.
The space was full of camping gear, old sports equipment and much of his
and Carmen's childhood toys and things. Doug saw Carmen's old Barbie
playhouse and smiled at the memory of Sara coming over to play with it
when she was eight and Carmen twelve. Carmen had generously let the
younger girl play with it as her interest in Barbie was waning.
He grabbed a large ice chest and carried it to the patio, stopping at the
freezer in the garage to get a few bags of ice. After icing up the beer
and sodas, Doug returned to the storage area and brought the playhouse
down to the family room.
"Hey Sara!"
"Yes?"
"Do you remember this?" he asked as he set the playhouse on a side table.
Sara saw the Barbie house and squealed in delight.
"Remember! I spent hours here playing with it."
"You used to come here and ask to play with me, you'd end up playing with
the Barbies and forget about me completely. Your mom used to call and
tell my mom to send you home when it got late." He smiled.
"Didn't you have your own Barbie dolls?" he asked.
"Oh yes! But I didn't have all the clothes and accessories like Carmen
did."
She pulled up a chair, sat and opened the play house.
She said, "I'd bet I was the last one to play with this. Oh look, here's
Barbie and Ken and all her clothes and shoes and everything!"
"Where are Ken's other clothes?" asked Doug.
"Carmen didn't have any other clothes for him, he was only a prop in
Barbie's fashion world. Thank you for bringing this down!"
She stood up and gave Doug a big thank you hug and kiss.
The kiss and hug turned into a passionate embrace and soon they were
making out on the couch. This went on for a little while, but they were
interrupted by the doorbell.
Doug sighed and stood to answer the door, but his erection was obvious.
He sat back down and said, "You better answer it."
Sara straightened herself out and opened the door. Jack and Christie came
in.
Jack asked, "Are we early?"
"A little," admitted Doug.
"It's a hot day and we thought that we'd have a swim," said Christie.
"I turned up the heat on the pool and hot tub a little while ago," said
Doug. "But it IS a hot day and a cool pool will feel good."
"OOOO, a Barbie playhouse, just like mine!" said Christie.
"You have one?" asked Sara.
"Yeah, but I don't have so many clothes!" Christie knelt in front of the
toy, looking enviously at the selection of outfits.
Jack rolled his eyes and turned to Doug. "Did Steve bring the beer? I saw
him in town and he said he was on his way over to drop it off."
"Yeah, out on the patio, I've got it on ice along with some soda,"
answered Doug.
"Great!" said Jack as stripped down to his swim trunks and headed out to
the pool.
"EEEHAAAA!!" Jack screamed as he ran off of the diving board.
"CANNONBALL!" he yelled as he curled his body for maximum splash.
Surfacing, Jack hollered, "HEY, THIS IS FANTASTIC! C'MON IN!"
Turning to the door, Doug yelled, "I'll be right out!"
"I'll get my swimsuit," Doug excused himself and went to his bedroom.
"Help me bring this out to the patio table?" Sara asked Christie,
gesturing at the snacks.
"Ok," she replied.
Soon the four of them were laying around the pool, in the sun, drinking
beer. The girls looked stunning in their bikinis. The guys, well muscled
and tan. They could have been swim suit models in a beer commercial photo
shoot.
Christie said, "This feels like summer, it's hard to believe that we have
to be in school Monday!"
"Aww, did you have to remind us!" jeered Jack.
Christie smiled and shrugged, "Sorry!"
"It's only three more weeks 'til graduation, then we will have all
summer," said Sara.
"And after that, college and then the rest of our lives. We all grow up,"
added Doug.
"I don't want to grow up," Christie pouted.
"You and Peter Pan," said Jack.
"Does anyone want to catch a buzz?" asked Doug.
They all did. Doug got his stash, brought it to the patio table and
rolled a doobie. The rest of the group sat around the table. Doug lit up
and took a long drag and passed it over to Sara. The joint made almost
four circuits. Jack finished the roach by holding it in a split match
stick.
They swam some more, smoked weed and drank beer. Jack asked about the hot
tub and Doug checked it out. When he announced it was ready, everyone
moved from the pool to the hot tub.
After a time, Jack asked, "Want to try something different?"
"What have you got?" asked Sara.
"Shrooms, but I don't have many, we can divide what I have four ways and
we can all get a little mushroom buzz," Jack answered.
"Ok," said Doug.
The girls agreed.
Jack portioned out the mushrooms and said, "Swallow them with a lot of
beer, they don't taste very good."
They followed Jack's instructions.
"How long before we feel anything?" asked Doug.
"Maybe half an hour or so," answered Jack.
Soon the mushrooms did their work and the small group became a little
more animated, compared with their pot high. They all found the silliest
things terribly funny.
After more soaking in the hot tub, the girls thought that they were
pruning up, and went into the house to apply some moisturizing cream. The
guys moved to the pool and competed over who could make the biggest
splash from the diving board. Missing the girls, they went to the house
to see what was keeping them. They found Christie and Sara dressing the
Barbie dolls and giggling like a couple of little girls.
Jack said, "Hey, let's hot tub some more!"
Christie answered, "No this is fun, and besides, the hot tub was getting
us all wrinkly."
Noticing that it was almost eight o'clock Doug had an idea.
Doug cleared his throat and asked, "Want to try something REALLY
different?"
Sara smiled knowingly, the other two looked interested.
Jack said, "What have you got, Acid, Ecstasy?"
Christie looked concerned at the mention of the other drugs. "I don't
know."
"No, not drugs, this is magic, real magic, not slight of hand or tricks!"
Christie again looked interested, Jack though was skeptical.
"You mean magic, like Hocus Pocus?" scoffed Jack.
"Exactly," smiled Doug.
He went on to tell them all about his and Sara's experiences of
yesterday, glossing over the intimate details. Starting with his finding
the medallion and finishing with Sara changing back to normal.
"That's a pretty tall tale, you're saying that yesterday at the concert,
you had a pussy, and Sara had a dick?!" said Jack.
"No, I had a pussy, I hadn't told Sara yet."
"Ok," Jack smirked, "let's see you change into Sara."
Sara liked the idea of having a twin. "Great idea! Having a twin would be
cool and you'd have your own breasts to play with any time you wanted!"
she said, thinking about how she had pushed Doug's hand away in the hot
tub when he tried to cop a feel in front of everyone.
"All right, I will!" said Doug and he turned and walked back to his
bedroom to get the medallion.
On his way to the bedroom, Doug took a detour to the bathroom for a pee.
Remembering the hassles of peeing with a pussy, he had second thoughts
about changing into Sara's duplicate. After all, he thought, he would be
drinking a lot more beer tonight. Then he had an idea.
Upon entering his bedroom, Doug rummaged through his closet until he
found his plastic athletic cup. He put on the medallion and picked up the
dress that Sara had worn that day. Touching the dress and the cup to the
medallion at the same time, Doug felt the, now expected, tingle.
"I hope this works like I think it will," said Doug to himself.
With the medallion around his neck, Doug strode back to the family room
and sat on the couch.
"Well, when are you going to change?" Jack asked skeptically.
"It takes some time," said Sara.
"How long?" Jack sneered.
"I don't know, exactly, we only changed partially before," answered Doug.
In a few minutes, they noticed that Doug was losing muscle definition,
muscle and bulk were being replaced by subcutaneous fat. His nipples grew
in diameter and his breasts started to bud, like an adolescent girl's.
Jack stared, open mouthed, at Doug's changing body.
Smiling, Christie gasped and clapped her hands together and held them to
her chest, she had always believed in magic, here was proof!
Doug said, "Do you believe me now?"
Soon Doug's body had the same wide hips, big rounded butt and large, full
breasts that Sara did. His face and head, though, still looked like Doug.
Sara, knowing what to look for, saw an area of change moving down Doug's
legs, above were her smooth legs and soft skin. Below was Doug's slightly
hairy legs and big feet.
Doug, looking down at a breast, reached up and hefted it with Sara's slim
hand.
"Wow, these are HUGE!" he exclaimed, his voice rising into Sara's sweet
voice.
"Can I touch 'em?" asked Jack, as he reached out a hand.
Christie frowned and slapped his hand down.
Sara, realizing that those were her breasts that Jack was gawking at,
quickly grabbed a towel and put it over Doug's shoulders, draping the
ends over his breasts.
Finally Doug's face softened into Sara's features as his eyes changed
from hazel to blue and his short brown hair lengthened and turned to
Sara's light blond color. At about the same time, the area of change
overtook Doug's feet, leaving him with Sara's smaller prettier feet.
Doug could feel that he'd stopped changing. He looked at the clock and
said, in Sara's voice, "About half an hour for the changes to be
completed."
"Well, what would you like to be today?" he asked the others, as he
removed the medallion and put it on the coffee table.
Christie said, "Sara, you go next!"
"I can't, I didn't change back until about 10:00 this morning. Once you
change, you can't change back for twelve hours."
"Do you change back automatically?" asked Jack.
"No," answered Doug. "To change back, you have to use the medallion and
touch it to some clothes that you wore before you changed. If you loose
the medallion, you're stuck."
Sara sat next to Doug, put an arm around his shoulder and said, "Look at
us, identical twins!"
"No, not identical," smiled Doug.
He pulled out the top of his swim trunks and allowed Sara a peek.
"NO WAY! Stand up!"
Doug obliged her and did a slow turn around.
Sara saw that his butt was just as shapely as her own.
"How did you do that?!" she demanded.
"What? What did he do?" both Christie and Jack asked.
"He's got a penis and testicles!"
"No shit!" exclaimed Jack. "How DID you do that?"
"I touched the dress Sara wore today and my athletic cup to the medallion
at the same time. The cup just covers your jewels and is held in place by
other clothes. I hoped that it would only affect that area so I wouldn't
have a man's ass, like Sara did yesterday. And it worked!" explained
Doug.
"Why?" asked Sara.
"To see if I could touch two different things to the medallion and get
both, and I have some more beer drinking to do and it's more convenient
to pee standing."
"You're sick," laughed Jack. "I don't know what I want to be yet, how
about you, Christie?"
Sara interrupted, "I bought some different clothes at the store today."
She got up and got her shopping bags.
"See if there is anything here that interests you." Sara laid the clothes
out on the kitchen table, setting one shopping bag aside for herself.
"I just touch the medallion to the clothes, and I'll change into whoever
last wore the clothes?" asked Christie.
"Yes," answered Sara. "These clothes are new," she gestured at the
clothes on the table, "we haven't tried it yet, but we think that if you
touch the medallion to new clothes, that haven't been worn, you'll change
into a version of yourself who fits the clothes. Though these clothes are
new, they may have been tried on by someone. In that case, you would
transform into whoever last tried on the clothes."
Christie stepped to the table and examined the clothes. There were
various swim suits, men's, women's, children's, as well as some outfits.
She picked up a very large women's one piece suit.
"Jeeze, look at this! Can you imagine what it would be like to be fat
enough to fit into this?" She set it down.
"Ooo this is cute." She held up a small child's dress.
"There's matching tights for that," said Sara, pointing at a package with
colored tights inside.
"What about shoes?" asked Christie.
"You know, I didn't think about shoes for that outfit," said Sara.
Doug, in Sara's voice, said, "We have gobs of old shoes and clothes and
stuff in the attic, over the garage. Mom never throws away anything that
has any use left in it. I'm sure we could find some of Carmen's shoes
from when she was little that would go with that outfit. So, you want to
be a kid?"
"I think it would be fun," said Christie.
Only Doug noticed a look of disappointment flash quickly over Jack's
face. "No nookie for Jack tonight," thought Doug.
Christie put the medallion over her head. Sara handed the package of
tights to Christie. "Use these, they haven't been worn."
Christie took the package and opened it. She touched the tights to the
medallion.
"It shocked me, kind of," said Christie.
"That means it's working," she heard someone say. "Was it Sara or Doug?"
Christie thought.
"Now we wait and watch," said Doug.
"My legs feel funny," Christie said as she sat down on a kitchen chair.
They watched as Christie's feet slowly moved farther from the floor as
her legs became shorter and her feet got smaller. After a few minutes,
she scooted back on the seat, her legs stuck straight out in front of
her.
"Hey look!" she said as she easily reached out and touched her feet.
"Why don't you stand up, let's see how short you're getting," suggested
Jack.
Christie jumped off of the chair. She appeared to be about four feet tall
and shrinking, her bikini bottom almost fell off but she caught it just
in time.
From the waist down, she was a little kid, the rest of her was still a
normal adult woman. Her long arms nearly touched the floor.
Doug said, "If you took the medallion off now, you would stop changing
and have those short, kid legs for at least 12 hours."
"No thanks," said Christie.
They could see the changes moving up her torso now. Soon her pert breasts
seemingly melted into her chest, her bikini top fell to her waist as her
shoulders narrowed. She was still holding up the now much too large
bikini bottoms. The changes seemed to pause at her neck as her arms and
hands became smaller. For a few minutes she looked very strange, a
child's body with an adult head on it. Finally, her face and head became
more and more childlike until the changes stopped.
"I think it's done," said Christie in a high child's voice.
"Oh m'god!" giggled Christie. "My voice is sooo high!"
She looked like a six year old, caught trying on her mom's bikini. The
swimsuit was all gathered around her waist, and didn't cover much of
anything.
"Let's get you dressed," said Sara.
Christie looked down at herself and blushed. Then she turned and ran into
the bathroom, her little bare feet slapping on the floor.
Sara gathered up Christi's outfit and followed her to the bathroom.
Jack looked at Doug and said, "So, what's it like, having breasts?"
"Gee, I haven't thought that much about it yet, I've been so caught up in
watching the changes in Christie, I haven't had time to dwell on it.
Let's see."
Doug removed the towel that Sara had draped over him, to preserve her
modesty. He looked at his breasts and shrugged his shoulders, causing his
breasts to jiggle. Enjoying the result, Doug shrugged a few more times,
each time a little more energetically. Soon he had his breasts really
bouncing and jiggling. He started jumping up and down enjoying the
feeling and the different perspective. His long blond hair kept falling
in his face, he pulled it back into a pony tail and secured it with a
rubber band. Returning to his breast exploration, he swung his upper body
back and forth, marveling at the momentum that his breasts had as they
seemed to move from side to side opposite to the way he was turning his
body. He tried to get them to swing in clockwise circles, it was
difficult, they were very firm, but by moving his shoulders and upper
body quickly in a circle he finally got his breasts to follow suit, his
nipples making little circles in the air. Then he got them to go the
other way. He tried, but he just couldn't get each nipple to go in
opposite directions. Doug stopped jumping and squeezed his breasts
together with his forearms, rolling his shoulders forward. Then he
grabbed one breast in each hand and squeezed and kneaded them, it was
very interesting to feel up a boob, and be felt up, at the same time.
"They seem so BIG," Doug said, cupping his breasts in his hands and
pinching his nipples into erection. He looked up at Jack.
Jack was standing across the room staring blankly, with his mouth open,
his swim trunks tented out, a wet spot at the peak of the tent.
Momentarily puzzled at Jack's state, Doug got a glance at their
reflections in the sliding glass door, then he looked down at his breasts
cupped in his hands and immediately understood. He decided to mess with
his friend.
Walking seductively over to Jack, Doug said, in a breathy voice, "Would
you like to... touch them?"
Jack nodded dumbly.
It was strange for Doug to look slightly up into his friends eyes, they
normally looked eye to eye.
Doug rubbed one knee up and down the inside of Jack's thigh and said in a
breathy voice, "Go ahead... touch them."
He slowly stroked the front of Jack's swim trunks with one hand, the tips
of his thin woman's fingers tracing the outline of Jack's dick, the other
hand cupping a breast, as if offering it to his friend.
Jack got a surprised look on his face and the wet spot on his trunks
suddenly spread.
Jack turned, ran outside, and jumped into the pool.
Doug laughed after Jack left. "Payback's a bitch," he said to himself,
thinking of all the practical jokes Jack had played on him.
Walking over to the kitchen table, Doug looked through the bikini tops
for one that would fit. He found one that was small but matched the color
of his swim trunks. After a couple of false starts, he managed to tie it
on. He took a couple of beers from one of the coolers and sat on the
couch. Jack came in drying himself with a towel.
"You bitch!" yelled Jack.
"Bitch?!"
"Ok, SOB, but, you look like a bitch!"
"Years of unanswered for practical jokes finally come 'round and bite you
in the ass, or should I say crotch?" laughed Doug.
"What!"
"Oh don't act so innocent, you remember, muscle liniment in my jock,
spreading a rumor about my having a Sexually Transmitted Disease just
before the homecoming dance last year? Girls wouldn't talk to me let
alone go with me to the dance. The school nurse was even involved, I had
to go to the doctor to prove I was healthy."
Jack smiled, then laughed at the memory. "I still can't believe that you
asked the nurse to announce on the school public address, that you didn't
have a STD, and she did it!"
"She felt sorry for me. I still didn't get a date for home coming that
year. I thought I'd never get laid while I was in high school."
"Well tonight, my guard was down, you took unfair advantage of your
assets," said Jack.
"And you jizzed up my pool cleaning your shorts," Doug laughed, "I wish I
had a picture of the dumb look on your face."
"And I wish I had a video of what you were doing with your tits! Guys
would pay to see that! You look just like Sara, and she's hot!" Jack
laughed.
Doug threw Jack a beer and said, "Sit down, have you decided what you
want to be tonight?"
"Not yet, I was thinking of something to complement whatever choice
Christie made, so we could have some hot sex, but now, that's no longer
an option," he said as he caught the beer and sat down.
Just then the girls came out of the bathroom. Christie looked cute in her
little dress and tights. They had braided her hair in pigtails. She was
adorable.
"Doug, let's find her some shoes," Sara said.
"All right," he replied as he got up, quickly finishing the beer, and led
the way to the garage attic.
"Well, what do you think?" said Christie in her child's voice, as she did
a pirouette that flared out the hem of her dress.
"Very cute, I can't believe it's really you, and not the little sister
you never had! Why a kid?" said Jack.
"I suppose it's a combin