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The Envy Skull
By Allison Voorhees
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She found the skull pendant at an antique store, and gave
it to me. I normally dress rather Goth, with a classy
twist, so the simple pendant was just discreet enough to
suit me perfectly.
"This is cool!" I told her.
It was a simple skull, about 2 inches wide and a quarter-
inch thick, with green gems inlaid into the eye sockets.
"Yeah," she replied. "Let's go get a chain for it."
We took off for the mall, and after picking up a simple
silver chain from the Silver Gallery; we decided to check
out the new stuff at Hot Topic.
I couldn't find any new shirts this time, so we wandered
towards the back of the store and she started looking at
the lingerie. She picked up a black bustier, three sizes
too small for her, and complained, "They never have
anything like this in my size."
Candice, who was a "full-figured" girl, always seemed to
have this problem. She's about six feet tall, with long
black hair to her mid-back, green bedroom-eyes, and a sweet
face. No one could call her fat, but she *was* extra-curvy
and very well endowed. Her frame was simply too big for
most of the clothes she wanted to wear, though she would be
VERY attractive if she could find something like that in
her size.
I tried to comfort her, because she's very sensitive about
her size. "You know they generally only stock clothes for
bony little girls in these stores. Perhaps they'll have
your size online."
"It's more fun to actually try it on in the store and buy
it. Why can't I just be one of those girls that wear a 36C?
I wish I would just step into the dressing room, put this
on, and fit into it properly!"
Immediately I was filled with a strange compulsion. I
grabbed the bustier from her and took off for the dressing
room. Oblivious to Candice's attempts to stop me, I entered
a stall, removed my shirt, and slipped the bustier on. I
adjusted it so that it seemed comfortable, and dumbly
stared at my image in the mirror. There was a distant
churning sensation throughout my guts, and I watched as my
waist contracted. A few seconds later, I felt a pressure in
my chest, and waves of tension rippled from my nipples
throughout every nerve in my body. I stared in shock as
breasts grew on my chest, perfectly filling out the
bustier.
In the mirror, I finally registered the sight of Candice
gaping at me in shock.
"What the fuck just happened, Michael?" she whispered, as
dumbfounded as I.
Once I was able to think clearly again, I put two and two
together. "I got your wish. This skull seems to grant
wishes, but it messed up and I got yours."
"How do you think that happened?" she stammered.
"I wish I knew," I replied, hoping the wish would be
granted. Nothing happened, of course.
"Well, let's get home and figure this out," she said,
throwing me my shirt. "Don't take that off, just give me
the tag and I'll pay for it. Just put your shirt on over
it." Feeling the weight of my new chest pulling on the
small of my back, I complied. I didn't need these things
bouncing around too much.
She paid for the bustier and I tried to walk discreetly out
of the dressing rooms. I felt like everyone was staring at
me, and I told Candice I was nervous. Of course, this would
be the perfect time for me to run into someone from school.
No surprise that Aaron, the school bully, was stepping out
of the Electronics Boutique, starting to head this way. He
always gave me a hard time because I'm so small, only five-
foot-six. The last thing I needed was for him to see me
now.
Candice, reading my thoughts, pulled me through a door. I
realized I was in a ladies room, noticing the pink decor,
feminine hygiene product dispensers, and lack of urinals.
We heard the door opening, so she shoved me into a stall.
"Wait here," she whispered. I couldn't see who came in, but
I heard a conversation between two different girls.
"Your new perm looks great! How long did it take?"
"TOO long! I don't like waiting forever like that. I wish
my hair looked like this naturally. It gets so frustrating
to have to find time to get my hair dyed and permed." I
could feel the long wavy tresses sprouting from my head.
"Where did you get that skirt? I love it!"
.. And so on. It seemed that I was in the stall forever,
waiting on the girls to leave. When they finally left the
restroom, Candice opened the stall door and gaped at me.
"Well, now we know a bit about whatever the hell is going
on!" she laughed. "You're getting whatever anyone else
wishes for. I know how to get you out of here safely,
now..." She flashed a mischievous smile at me. "I'm going
to have a little fun with you, now that I think I can fix
this once we get home. I wish I was wearing a black vinyl
miniskirt, black fishnet tights, and black patent leather
Mary Jane's."
I saw my pants and shoes dissolve into the described
clothing, and glared at her. "Why didn't you just change me
back?" I asked her.
"I told you I was going to have a little fun. I'll change
you back later. Those legs don't look right. Too muscular,
and you need to shave. I wish I had perfectly smooth,
womanly legs." She looked at the results, and laughed.
"Hips! You need hips! I wish I had feminine hips and a
really great ass! I wish my arms and hands were feminine
and dainty."
She looked me up and down again. I blushed as I saw my new
figure in the mirror. "Take that shirt off. The bustier is
enough. Now we can walk out of here without a problem."
"But why don't you just change me back?" I asked, getting
frustrated.
"I wish my voice was feminine and sexy. I wish my face were
sweet, angelic, and perfectly girlish. I'm having some fun.
Go with it, or I'll leave you this way. It's up to you."
Looking like a woman was frustrating, but I could deal with
it. Trying to survive with no identity would be my greatest
problem, I realized, so I just said, "Whatever." in my
newly feminized voice and meekly followed her out of the
restroom and out to the car.
While walking, I noticed the new sway in my hips, the
jiggling in my chest area, and my new smooth legs encased
in fishnets. I couldn't help but get aroused. I've always
been fascinated by the feminine form, but I never imagined
how it would feel. It was incredibly erotic.
In the car, she noticed my erection straining against the
fishnets and skirt, and giggled. Laying a hand on it, she
whispered, "I see you want to have fun with this, too." I
didn't really consider the sexual possibilities of this
until that moment. I blushed, and Candice giggled some
more. "I wish I were wearing a garter belt, and that the
fishnets were attached to it," she whispered. Immediately,
my dick was freed from its fishnet prison, and it pushed
the miniskirt out of the way. "Now, just wait until we get
home."
When we arrived, we ran into the house and up to my
bedroom. I'm just glad my mother was working second shift
now, or it could have been disastrous.
As soon was we got into the bedroom, she threw me onto the
bed. She climbed beside me, and kissed me. I got even
hotter, listening to her aroused, heavy breathing combined
with my own. She started caressing my neck and back,
sending tingles all over my body. While gently removing the
bustier, she ran her fingers through my long, wavy blonde
hair and I moaned in anticipation. I pulled her shirt off
of her and unclasped her bra. Once her luscious, DD breasts
were freed, I started sucking her left nipple and playing
with her right breast. She pushed me away, and started
kissing my breasts. Ripples of pleasure combined with
wonderful tingles shot from my nipples throughout my body.
I shuddered in passionate arousal.
"Now you know why I like them," she whispered.
She kissed me more, and caressed my side from hip to ribs.
It was the most erotic feeling I'd ever experienced, and I
loved every second of it. Within minutes, she was
completely naked and on top of me, my engorged member
pushing out from under my skirt. She climbed over me, and
slid me deep into her. We made love for only a few minutes,
when we orgasmed together magnificently.
"That was the most amazing sex we've ever had!" she
exclaimed, both of us still twitching and basking in the
afterglow. "Are you sure I have to change you back?"
"Tempting as it is, and as pleasurable as it is, we don't
know how long this thing will work. We need more
information or we could end up in a bad situation." I
responded, still amazed at my new, sexy, breathy, feminine
voice.
"I wish I knew how this thing worked." she said, and my
head tingled as information poured into my brain.
I sat up, my bare breasts jiggling erotically. "It's called
the Envy Skull. It grants the wearer any wishes made around
them. A wizard named 'Breandos' in what is now Iceland in
the year 1264 B.C created it. He made it both
indestructible and unalterable, even by the power of the
wishes made around it. He created it to teach his King a
lesson about coveting other people's belongings. After some
unusual events, the queen wished she were never born.
Therefore, the king ceased to have ever existed, creating a
paradox about the creation of the skull. It was found in
Iceland in 1998, and found its way here. No one realized
how old it was because it cannot be destroyed or even show
signs of wear and it was assumed to be someone's dropped
belongings. It cannot be removed except by external magic,
such as a true wizard.
"Which means I cannot take it off, but at least we can
unwish any wishes."
"This will be more fun than I thought. Can I try
something?" she asked.
"Sure, why not?" I replied.
"I wish your breasts were three times as sensitive." She
reached down, and flicked my nipple. I moaned a little, but
it was no different than before.
"No change." I told her.
I reached over and cupped her breast, and she started
shuddering. "Oh my GOD!" she moaned. Apparently, by wishing
for something for me, she got it. She started touching me
all over, trying to get me aroused, but I was still spent.
"I'm sorry, I still haven't recovered, Sweetie."
"Damnit! Oh, yeah, no problem. I wish I was hornier than
I'd ever been in my life, and no matter how many times I
orgasmed, I wouldn't be satisfied until you were."
I was instantly horny. Yes, more than I'd ever been in my
life. It felt fantastic. We made love for over three hours
before she was truly satiated. I'd never experienced
satisfaction like that before. Truly amazing, it was.
We napped for a couple hours, awakened by the sound of the
front door opening. "Michael, are you home?" Mom yelled
from downstairs.
"Oh shit! Change me back before mom finds out!" I implored
her.
"I wish my mother would never notice anything was unusual,
no matter what happens with us," she said, grinning at me.
Oh well, better than nothing.
Mom knocked on the bedroom door lightly, and walked in.
"What would you two like for dinner?"
"Uh, it doesn't matter," I told her, amazed she didn't even
seem shocked at the sight of her feminized son lying
topless on the bed, beside a completely nude Candice, while
wearing a miniskirt, fishnets, and Mary Janes.
"I'll order a pizza. You two get dressed," she said,
walking back down the stairs.
"I wish you were the same size I am," Candice said. I
watched in amazement as she shrunk down to my height and
size.
"I'll never get used to that kind of thing," I sighed.
"Let's see," she said. "Oh yes, here we go. I wish I was
wearing a black fine-mesh fitted shirt with a low cut black
vinyl purple laced bustier over it, a dark-purple knee-
length straight skirt with black lace overlay, very sheer
black stockings and garter belt, black thong panties, and
knee high black vinyl boots with pointed toes and purple
sparkled laces. I wish you were wearing low-slung vinyl
jeans with silver sparkles, a black fishnet shirt, a
midriff-length black slashed-up shirt with a silver anarchy
symbol on the chest, held together with safety pins, and
black combat boots with silver sparkled laces. Oh yeah, I
wish your hair was dark red."
It felt strange when my clothes appeared and morphed, and
seeing hers do the same was odd. You'd think I'd be used to
it, but no.
"These thong panties are uncomfortable," I told her. "I
don't have enough room."
"I wish my panties fit comfortably," she said, and my
discomfort vanished as the fabric expanded in front to
cover me properly.
We went downstairs, and sat on the sofa in front of the
television to wait on the pizza. Mom came in and sat on the
recliner. "It's been a long day," she sighed. "I want to go
to bed, but I can't relax. I wish I was drunk."
The room started spinning, and I was lightheaded, giddy,
and aroused. "Let's go upstairs, Candice," I whispered, way
too loudly. I leaned into her and kissed her clumsily,
drunkenly groping various parts of her anatomy. She smacked
my hands, and laughed a little.
"I think this could get dangerous," she said. "I won't be
able to leave you for an instant, until we know how to get
that pendant off. I wish I was sober."
My head cleared immediately. "I'm sorry, Candice. I don't
know what came over me."
"It's not your fault. I wish my mother was able to relax,"
she said, and my mother instantly dozed off. We half-
dragged, half-carried Mom to her bed, where she snored
happily.
"We have to figure out a way to get this damned thing off.
It's got its fun side, but when we go back to school
Monday, I'm in deep shit," I said. "The first time someone
makes a fucked up wish, there's no telling what'll happen."
"Why don't we wish it off? I wish the pendant would come
off," she said, and tried to take the pendant off my neck.
She couldn't touch it. Her hand slipped around and over it,
but she couldn't grasp it.
"I already told you it could only be removed with another
source of magic, so let's get to work."
We went up to the bedroom and I went straight for the
Internet. I searched, and the only thing I could find was a
collection of short stories about a place called "Spells 'R
Us," so we figured that was our only option.
The doorbell rang. Pizza! We went downstairs, opened the
door, and a zit-faced pizza boy looked me up and down,
obviously drooling. I felt violated, being looked at like
that.
"Nineteen-eighty-nine," he said. I handed him a twenty and
shut the door.
"I wish you'd have given me a decent tip," he said under
his breath as he walked away.
The doorbell rang again. I opened it, and the pizza boy
handed me five dollars. "I forgot to tip you. I'm sorry."
"Thanks," I said, snatching it and slamming the door. We
both burst out laughing.
"Yeah, that was cool, but he could've made a more fucked up
wish. I got lucky."
We took the pizza up to the bedroom to keep searching.
Still nothing. We figured our only option was hoping Spells
'R Us was real and would show up in our mall.
Candice spent the night, so it wasn't long before things
heated up again. While basking in yet another afterglow,
she asked me a question. "You know, tomorrow, this pendant
could be out of our lives forever. Would you like to be a
woman all the way first?"
I thought about it for a while. So far, I've really enjoyed
this whole experience. I still really can't believe I'm
lying in bed with my girlfriend, both of us nude, both of
us feminine, sharing clothes, sharing everything. Sure, why
not go all the way.
"Let's go for it," I replied.
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