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It was Sunday morning, and I was just getting ready to go to the
gym to workout, looking forward to my date with Shelly that
evening. Actually, it looked like her time was running out; the
great sex was getting to be only good, and she was starting to
get clingy. I thought I'd be able to get laid a couple more times
before it was time to let her go.
So I was surprised when the doorbell rang and it was Rebecca.
Rebecca was another girl I'd dated about a year ago. She was as
hot as they came, short and slender, with curves in all the right
places. She would doll herself up for me extra special. I think
she figured out my special appreciation for a girl wearing a
mini-skirt and a T-shirt. When she fell for me hard, I eventually
had to dump her hard, because it was becoming just too time
consuming. She disappeared after that, and I'd figured she'd
moved to another town, but here she was.
"Rebecca, hi, how are you?"
"Hi Bob, how are you?"
She seemed perky and happy to see me. Was she going to try to
resume the old relationship? That actually might not be a bad
idea; it might even give me a way to clear Shelly out without
having to tell her directly.
"What brings you here?"
"I brought you a present!" she handed me a small wrapped box. I
took it and opened it up.
It was a ring. "Well, I don't want to get married yet," I said,
handing it back to her.
"No dummy, it's not a wedding ring, it's a mood ring! Look at the
big color changing stone!" Sure enough, on closer inspection, it
had a big stone on the front that seemed to change from turquoise
to green and back again.
"Well, thank you, I guess." I said. She had never been into new-
age stuff when I'd known her; I guess breaking up had really
changed her somehow. Maybe fixing back up wasn't going to be such
a great idea.
"Aren't you going to try it on?" she pouted. She still looked
great, and she was wearing a hot pink T-shirt to go with her
denim mini; she still knew how to push my buttons.
"Okay, okay," I agreed. I put it on to amuse her, but I was
thinking that I needed to get to the gym.
"So, invite me in already."
"Sure," I reflexively replied, by mistake. Damn, I thought, now
how am I going to get rid of her? I don't want to skip my
workout.
"Do you have any garbage bags?" she asked.
"Yeah, in the kitchen." I didn't know where this was going, but I
led her to the kitchen and pulled out my box of garbage bags that
I kept stashed under the sink. As I grabbed for them, I noticed
the stone on the ring had changed to a deep ruby red.
"Okay, help me put all your clothes, underwear, shoes,
everything, into these bags, so we can take them to the dump."
What? I thought she had gone out of her mind. But then, maybe it
was me who was out of my mind, because I went right along with
her. Without a complaint I emptied all my drawers and closets
with her, and I even remembered my stash of ski wear in the
storage room in the basement of the apartment building. I
couldn't figure out why I was doing this. Maybe my subconscious
figured I would get some easy sex out of this?
We trundled the bags of clothes downstairs into the back of my
car (why MY car?) and got in. She sat on the passenger side and
told me to drive to the dump. As we were driving she started
explaining.
"You hurt me really badly when you broke up with me, you know. I
thought maybe it was something I'd said, or somehow that we
didn't get along, but you know, it wasn't that. We were perfect
for each other, I think. Well, perfect except for one thing, you
have a cruel streak that makes you want to use and hurt women,
don't you? I was just another notch on the guitar." she started
crying.
"It's not like that," I started.
"Shut up." she gathered her emotions quickly, "I think you need
to take a walk on the wild side, to see how the other side
lives."
I was going to say something, anything, but I couldn't bring
myself to do it. We got to the dump and tossed the bags of my
clothes in to the incinerator. "They're combustible garbage,
right?" she explained. It didn't make any sense to me, but
wearing my last pair of sweats we drove into town. "1340 Third
Avenue." she directed.
When we got there, it was a salon of some sort. We went inside,
and the proprietress met us, "Hi there, what can we do for you?"
"Hey Sal," she replied, "this is my friend, Bobbie. He's a
swimmer and wants to get rid of all the unsightly hair, but he's
embarrassed about asking for it himself, so he brought me along."
"That's fine! We get plenty of swimmers in here from time to
time."
It was a long and fairly painful three hours. I couldn't believe
I was sitting there just letting them burn my hairs off. Rebecca
and the technician were chatting quietly away, but I was worrying
about how I was going to show myself at the gym. I was sure the
other guys there would give me a hard time about it. I thought
maybe I could stop working out until they grew back, when I
caught a snippet of the girls' conversation.
"He's so brave doing this. They never grow back after this, you
know."
"He knows, but not having to shave his legs, arms and face
repeatedly will be a big time savings for him."
Actually, I didn't know that. I did swim at the gym, but
certainly not competitively -- I wouldn't beat anyone in a race,
and everyone there knew it! Maybe I could go to another gym and
fake it. I was brought out of my reverie by the job being
finished.
"Okay, that's done! Remember, you need to rub oil in your skin
daily because it is used to having hair there to protect it. Do
you want the unscented or flowers?"
"Flowers, of course, he wants to smell nice for me." Rebecca
interjected before I could say anything.
"Okay, here you go."
"Pay the nice lady, Bobbie," Rebecca said. I couldn't believe I
had to pay for this indignity, but I pulled out my credit card
and signed the receipt without a complaint.
"Off to the next stop!" Rebecca cheerfully said, pulling me out
of the salon by hand.
"Rebecca, I think there's something wrong with me."
"Really?" she said, looking more happy than concerned.
"Yeah, I can't understand why I'm doing this."
"I'm sure it's just because of your long lost love for me, and
the magic ring that makes you obey my commands." I stared in
horror at the ring, still a deep red. But I couldn't even form
the thought of taking it off. How could this even be possible,
magic doesn't exist, does it?
I didn't have time to dwell on it, because we'd arrived at
another salon, "Becca, hi, right on time!" said the proprietress.
"Hey Sal, this is my friend Bobby. He's just gotten his hair
removed, and he needs some sexy permanent makeup to help him be
the girl he's always wanted to be!"
What??
"Well, you've come to the right place."
I spent another two hours having my face pushed and prodded with
tattoo needles, while I sat there unable to resist. This was
going too far, with the hair I could get by wearing long-sleeved
shirts, but with this, I'd be the laughing stock of the office! I
was trying to formulate a plan where I could avoid undue
humiliation. The best idea I had was to take the day off tomorrow
and find a different place to take off the permanent makeup. At
least, I hoped there was such a place. I had no idea where to
start looking, but I'd heard that tattoos were removable
nowadays. If it left a scar I could always make a story up about
getting into a fight.
Soon the treatment was over, and I saw myself in the mirror. It
was as though my face was perfect for a cute co-ed, but stuck
between my hair and sweats, the effect was just weird.
The next stop on my day of horrors was a beauty salon. "I know
you had a haircut scheduled for Tuesday, but you can always
cancel it," Rebecca laughed.
I normally kept my hair fairly short, but it had grown out a bit,
and I did, in fact have an appointment. Even though my hair
wasn't that long, the hair stylist had, at Rebecca's insistence,
found a way to make it look flirty and feminine, and now my
entire head and face looked like a woman's. Once again I had to
pay for my own degradation. I almost hoped that my credit card
would be over its limit, but there wasn't much chance of that
since I'd just paid it off last week.
Outside again, I tried to reason with Rebecca, "Look, don't you
think this has gone far enough?"
"Shush, pretend like you're enjoying this," she said, and now
suddenly, as much as my mind raged against the whole experience,
I could feel a spring in my step and a smile on my face. Our next
stop was Victoria's Secret, and I was told to find the sexiest
bra and panty I could and to buy five of them in my size. I was
at least spared the embarrassment of having to ask what my size
was, because she told me ("38C" and "medium").
Inside, I went straight for a white satin lacy thong bikini that
one of my old girlfriends (Stacy, I think it was) had that I
loved. I always thought the thong riding up between her butt
cheeks was a little degrading, strangely suggestive of other
things being inserted between two bits of flesh, and I think
that's why I loved it on her. For that reason, I would never wear
a thong myself, of course, so it was with a feeling of dread that
I inexorably made the purchase.
We continued our shopping exercise in the mall with a series of
dresses, three pairs of high-heel shoes, stockings, skirts, and
blouses. "This will be a starter set for you, but you can always
come and buy more later." Rebecca explained. Fat chance of that,
I thought, if I could ever get out of the magic ring's influence!
It was starting to get late, and our final stop for the day was
to a sex shop out on Sixth Avenue. It was here that Rebecca made
me purchase a pair of realistic prosthetic breasts (C cups, just
like I told you!) and glue to hold them on. She also made me buy
a sexy teddie "for night time" there.
We drove back to my house, and she told me to put my new clothes
away while she got something from her own car. When she came
back, she showed me a chastity belt.
"I had it specially made in your size! It won't do to go to all
this trouble to make you look like a girl if Mr. Troublemaker
starts getting in the way, right?"
"Um."
"Say 'right'"
"Right."
"So, I got this! See, it looks just like the real female on the
front."
I saw.
"So take of your clothes and put it on!"
I quickly took of my last male clothes, the ones I'd worn all
day, which I suspected I'd never see again, and pulled the metal
contraption over my waist. I stuck Mr. T into the tube designed
for it, and pulled the straps closed, which pulled it up into my
body. She even made me lock the lock myself. Sure enough, if you
ignored the fact that it was solid steel, the front had the shape
of a woman's tender area. In fact, when she made me put on the
hated panties, I looked exactly like a woman from the front.
She helped me apply the breasts, saying "Remember this carefully,
you'll have to do it on your own from now on!" and helped me put
on one of my new bras. It definitely improved the sag from the
false breasts, but I figured I wouldn't be needing it for so
long. At least, once I made it back to the sex shop to buy the
solvent. She made me put on one of my new dresses and a pair of
4-inch heels. She made me pose for a few photos with my own
digital camera, and made me mail them to all my friends with the
subject "the new me!"
"Now, one last thing, Bobbie. I need you to call the credit card
company and cancel your credit card." What? How was I going to
buy all the new clothes I'd need without it? But the magic still
had effect, and I called the card company and told them to cancel
it. She then took my ATM card and cut it in two, "So I'd have to
go to the bank in person to get more money".
Finally, she told me to lay down in my bed.
"Now, I want you to know that the ring is only effective for
around 15 hours or so, so sometime tonight it will wear off."
So, I would be free soon, to get my revenge!
"Hopefully, you will learn to live your new life as 'Bobbie'.
You've already mailed all your friends, and I know your office
mates are looking forward to seeing you tomorrow."
Hah, I'd already planned to call in sick to try to undo her evil
changes.
"Somehow, I know your one of your company's clients is going to
call with an emergency, and your boss is going to tell you to
come in or be fired, sick or not.
"You'll be free of my magic, of course, but although we've seen
that it's possible to become a woman in 12 short hours, I don't
think you'll have enough time to turn yourself back into a man. I
recommend you pretend you'd decided to change to live as a woman.
Soon enough, you'll forget ever having lived life as a man.
"If you're a good girl, then in a month I will release your new
little clitoris for some stimulation. The belt will go right back
on, of course. Actually, I recommend you start taking estrogen.
If I know you, you'll be hornier than a horned toad in a few
days, but taking estrogen will cool down your dirty masculine
urges. And it will help you grow some real breasts so you don't
have to use these fake, cold things.
"It's up to you, of course. You can always choose to tell
everyone that it's a big mistake that you waltzed into the office
looking like you've been a woman all your life, and that somebody
with a 'magic ring' forced you to do this. Speaking of that, the
ring will grow brittle and crumble quickly once the magic wears
off.
"But, you won't know exactly when the magic wears off until you
can disobey a command, right? Well, for now, I give you the
freedom to get up off the bed, but if you do, you will feel
painful stomach cramps. All you have to do is wait until the
magic wears off to get up. Do you know exactly when that will be?
I don't. Just that it'll be sometime tonight. Nightie night,
now."
With that, she closed the blinds, unplugged my clock, and turned
off the lights. She walked out of the bedroom and closed the
door, saying "and don't ever think this was undeserved, you
bastard."
I heard her walk out of the apartment, and presumably away. I
tried to sit up, but true to her word, I felt horrible stomach
cramps and quickly lied back down.
Laying there in the bed I tried to come up with plans to get out
of going to the office the next day. I didn't think she was
bluffing about the emergency. All of my plans involved me rushing
into action as soon as the magic had worn off, but it was hard to
keep track of time with the clock turned off. With the lights
off, and the white noise of traffic outside, it was very peaceful
lying there, and I tried counting the seconds in my head...
RRRIIINNNGGG!! The phone rang and I bolted upright. Without
thinking I picked it up, "Bob! We need you in the office, now!"
it was my boss.
Shit! I'd fallen asleep and it was the next morning! I had to
think quickly. "Hey, sorry, but I'm feeling a little ill"
"If you're good enough to talk on the phone, you're good enough
to help out. This could cost us millions if we don't fix this! We
really need you here. I hate to do this to you, but if you can't
get here in 30 minutes, you might as well never come again."
To be continued??
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