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This, my first FictionMania story, is based on a real weekend in
October 2003. Just about everything in the first section of the story
is true. Beyond that, well, this is an SRU story after all. (Reno
girlfriends: no attempt has been made to match the characters in this
story to any of you! Your secrets are safe...)
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We had been planning this outing for months. Most of the girls in my
Yahoo Group had never met each other in person, but now we were going
to get together in Reno for a whole weekend together! Friday and
Saturday nights hopping the T-friendly gay bars, a photo shoot and a
wonderful French dinner together were all on the agenda.
But my favorite part of the event would be Saturday morning SHOPPING.
One of our local Reno gals had arranged with a ladies' store at the
mall for us to come in right at the open of business and shop to our
hearts' content. They even had discount coupons for all of us! For a
part-time (but chicken) CD like me, this would be a dream come true.
From several weeks ahead, I started almost obsessing about the weekend.
I ordered a new bright red top (naturally, you have to go shopping
before you go shopping!) and tried on lots of combinations of outfits
before settling on an above-the-knee black skirt and cream-colored
jacket, ankle-strap black heels and dark nylons. (My legs are pretty
shapely, but the dark color makes them look thinner.) In case Reno's
weather suddenly turned cool (October can be fickle), the outfit also
looked great with my black leather boots.
Thursday night was a flurry of packing. I had to have four different
outfits, but I ended up practically emptying the closet! I'd make those
final decisions in my room at the Motel 6.
Friday at work was hell. Although I love my job, this day was mostly
spent watching the little clock at the bottom of my computer screen
advancing minute by minute. I'd come in early every day so I could bug
out at 3:00, but it was the longest short work day I'd ever spent!
Finally it was time to go. I jumped in my truck and headed out over the
Sierra Nevada, the two-hour drive seeming interminable. Twice I caught
myself going 90 and had to thank the goddesses that the CHP hadn't been
nearby. But I made it to my room safely, got made up and dressed, and
met my virtual girlfriends at about 8.
But this story isn't supposed to be about warm TG relationships! You're
waiting for the transformation part, aren't you? Okay, I'll skip past
our fun Friday night of socializing, drinking and dancing and get to
bed.
SATURDAY MORNING
I actually did get to sleep Friday night (prescription sleeping pills
are a wonderful thing), and rose Saturday morning ready to go through
that Oh-so-rare! experience of starting my day as a woman. I showered
and re-shaved my legs, took a half hour to shave my face, and got into
all my body-shaping lingerie. Then came the makeup--always a trial for
me with my 11-o-clock shadow (that shows up at 9), and worse in the
daytime when I can't use heavy drag makeup.
It took over an hour before I thought I looked presentable, but I'm
never really pleased with the results when I do myself. I have a big
nose, over-50 bags under my eyes and an Adam's apple like a golf ball.
Even though body and legs are pretty damn good for a guy over 50, my
face is always a dead giveaway. If only I could really be beautiful on
my days and nights out!
Oh well. This was going to be a wonderful day, and not even my own
doubts were going to mess it up. I got into my new outfit, straightened
my wig (I'm going dark brown today), hung my purse on my shoulder, and
did my confidence-building routine of looking in the mirror, smiling at
the woman there, and telling that woman she looked great! With my
shoulders back and head high, I opened the door and stepped out, got in
my truck and headed to the mall.
I was early. The mall stores opened at 10, and it was just 9:30. But
like many across the country, the building was actually open (fitness-
minded people would go there for their morning power walk). I felt dumb
just sitting in the truck, so I figured I might as well take the plunge
and head in on my own. Besides, I suddenly realized I was hungry! Being
dressed always distracts me from such basic necessities.
So, being very careful to do it in a ladylike way, I climbed out of my
truck and walked into the mall. It was quiet. There were women (mostly
seniors) walking the halls, mostly in small groups and pairs and
concentrating on what they were doing. Nobody noticed me as far as I
could tell (which was, of course both a relief and a disappointment!).
I didn't quite have the guts yet to head to the food court, so I
wandered down the mall, looking through the closed security gates at
all the usual mall stores. But, distracted as I was, I didn't
immediately notice when I found myself down a corridor I'd never been
in before. Most stores were dark and empty, so I figured it was a new
wing.
Then a store caught my eye. It was obviously in business, and all its
lights were on! Was it open this early? Maybe they had coffee and
Danish as a loss leader. My hunger and caffeine deprivation suddenly
took over, and I took a deep breath and walked inside.
I didn't see anyone, but did smell coffee, so I was hopeful. "Hello?" I
called in my best upper-register voice.
"Hello Dana," came a voice--from behind me! I was startled and turned
on my heel. (I'm good at that.)
"Sorry I scared you!" The voice came from a wizened old man in what
first looked to be a bath robe, but that I recognized as the long
garment of a wizard.
"I... I..." I stammered. And the realization, left over from reading
hundreds of stories on Fictionmaia, came to me. "Have I walked into
Spells R Us?"
The Wizard chuckled. "Indeed you have, Dana! So, of course you're not
wondering how I know your name. I also know you're meeting a group of
other transgendered girls here at the mall today. And I know you'd like
some coffee; here, I've got one poured just for you."
"Thank you." I took a sip, and then shivered. "I... I'll bet you also
know the wish I make every time I do my makeup."
"Yes, and don't worry, I've felt that one come to me from thousands of
crossdressers over the ages. You wish you could be beautiful! And I can
help you with that."
This time, I shivered a LOT. The wizard seemed to be offering me my
greatest desire! But I've read those stories over and over, and was
concerned (no, scared) about what the costs might be.
I tried to regain my composure and act businesslike. "Can you tell me
what you can do for me, and what it will cost, and, well, how much it
might change me and my life? Fact is, I have a great life! I love my
wife, enjoy my job and my home, I've got a 401(k) plan, and really am
happy."
The wizard thought a moment. "Yes, I'm aware of all that. So explain to
me, if you could get exactly what you wanted here at my shop, what
would that be?"
It didn't take me long. "It's simple, really. When I change into Dana,
I just wish I became really beautiful. I wish my hair was real, my face
was feminine and without the shadow, and my throat was slender without
this awful bump in the middle." (I self-consciously touched my "golf
ball," and winced. "And while we're at it, it would be nice to be rid
of these bags under my eyes, too. Then there's other things--my hands
are too big, my arms are so long that nothing fits..."
"Wait! I get the idea," said the wizard. "Fact is, you do a pretty good
job on yourself but it's easy to see what you lack and what you need."
(I blushed at that.) "Fortunately, all that is easy for me to take care
of."
"But, I don't want to completely change into a woman! I know many of
your customers come in here wanting that. More important, many come in
not even dreaming of it, and they walk out of here transformed
forever!" I was getting kind of scared now, not knowing where this was
going to lead, and certainly not wanting to make the wizard angry. Was
I blowing my opportunity?
"Don't worry, Dana. I think we can take care of your problem in a way
you'll like. But I still get to have a little fun, okay? If you've read
those stories about me (which can be pretty exaggerated, by the way),
then you know it's the fun, not the money, that runs my little shop."
I felt my pulse slow a little, and took a couple of deep breaths.
"Okay, Wizard. (May I call you that?)." He nodded. "Please tell me what
you have in mind. My friends will be showing up at the mall soon. I'm
one of the organizers of our meeting today, and they'll be worried if
I'm not around."
"Don't worry about that! Time hasn't been passing for you since you
walked in my door." (I checked my watch and, sure enough, it was still
just 9:45.) "Here's what I'd like to do. Things have been a bit slow
here lately, with the economy going sour and all those tribal casinos
in California keeping folks from coming over here to Reno. I'd like you
to go meet your friends and bring them all over here. I know you were
planning on heading for Lane Bryant first, but remember that time will
stop, so you'll all still be able to go there."
"I promise you that you are going to get exactly what you've asked for.
Whenever you change your clothes into Dana's, you're going to be the
beautiful woman you've wished for. Take off the clothes, and you'll be
back as you were. No tricks."
That was too good to be true. But a savvy consumer like me knows,
anything that's too good to be true is exactly that. But the Wizard
continued.
"You're waiting for the other shoe to drop, and here it is. I'm not
making that promise for the rest of your group. I promise not to do
anything nasty, I think you know me better than that. But the usual
Spells R Us rules will apply; I may have a little fun. So, what do you
say to that?"
Can you say "Conflicted?" Here I was, ready to have my wildest dream
fulfilled, and at no direct cost to myself. But at what cost to my new
friends? Could I live with myself if perfectly nice people became
mindless bimbos? It took a moment, but I decided I couldn't do that.
"Wizard, I'm sure you know what I was just thinking. Could we add one
condition? That if any of my friends wanted to undo whatever spell you
sold them, they could do that? Call it a '24-hour body-back
guarantee.'"
The Wizard frowned a bit, then looked thoughtful. "Okay Dana, and let
me say I'm impressed. Tell you what, I'm going to modify your request.
I'll grant that 24-hour guarantee, but the person empowered to change
them will be YOU, not me. In that sense, you're going to have wizardly
powers for a day. How does that feel?"
I gulped, and was awed by the responsibility. But that sounded fair
and, I must admit, I was awed by the power it would give me. "OK," I
said. "Let's do it."
The Wizard smiled. "I thought you'd agree. There's something magical in
the coffee, of course. Turn around and take a look at yourself in the
mirror."
I turned, and there, looking back, was an incredibly surprised, but
very beautiful woman. The shadow was gone, my throat was slender, I had
this, well, knockout body. My face still had a trace of how it looked
before; it had just been rearranged a bit--like a dress that's been
altered to fit perfectly. Everything just--well, she just looked like
she was supposed to. I was speechless.
My hands started to move slowly to my breasts (they always do in these
stories, don't they?) when the Wizard interrupted my reverie.
"All right now, off with you! Time will begin to move again when you
walk out my door. When you meet your friends, I'm sure you'll have no
problem convincing them that a stop at my humble shop will be
worthwhile! One look at you will do it."
"Thank You!" I cried, then stopped with my hands over my mouth as I
heard the lovely, almost musical voice that came out. I gave him a huge
hug, the pressure on my breasts telling me immediately that the
silicone and foam things had been replaced. I backed away and looked
him in the eye. "These changes will really go away whenever I change
back to my boy clothes?" He nodded and smiled--a real smile, not a
wizardly grin. He pointed to the door, gave me a friendly pat on my
now-real butt, and sent me out into the mall.
MEETING THE GROUP
When I walked out into the parking lot, seven girls where there.
Although mostly crossdressers, there were a few TS's as well. They were
talking amicably amongst themselves, but all talk stopped as I walked
toward them. I could see it in their faces--there were looks of
admiration, envy and, in a few cases, lust. It might have been the most
thrilling moment of my entire life!
"Dana, you look incredible!" said Kathleen, my friend and fellow
organizer. "What a makeup job! And your outfit looks wonderful!"
I gave her a really big smile. "Thanks! And I'm sorry I'm late. I got
here early to get a special makeover, and they did an unbelievable
job." I turned to the other girls. "Hi everybody! It's wonderful to
meet you all at last!"
The next few minutes were given to names and places, and lots of
compliments to each other. (Fact is, they all looked great to me! I've
been a CD long enough to know the work it takes and how much a little
recognition is appreciated.) Several asked me if we could make our
first stop the makeover salon I had just come from. I readily agreed
and, with a little warning that it wasn't going to look as they might
expect, I led the ladies into the mall.
Since stores were now open, there were a few other customers around. We
got some looks, but I think it was mainly because we were all dressed
better than their Saturday-morning shorts and sneakers.
I headed straight for the location of Spells R Us, but when we got
there, it had somehow changed into a brightly lit ladies' apparel shop.
The coffee aroma was coming out the open door, so I knew it had to be
the right place. And there was the wizard--he hadn't changed a bit.
"Good morning, ladies! I'm so happy to see Dana has brought you all
here. What can I do for you?"
One of the girls answered for all, "We want the same makeover Dana
got!" "We all want to look like her!" exclaimed another. They were all
nodding and saying "Yes!" and "You bet!"
The wizard smiled. "Okay! I can do that. Tell you what, it will take me
a few minutes to prepare the salon. Why don't you all have some coffee
(he winked at me) and browse around my shop? I'm sure you'll see things
you like. Dana, I leave you to the hostess duties."
He went in the back, I poured coffee for everyone and we all began
looking at what had (I knew) magically appeared in the few minutes I
was gone. All the best names in fashion were there, but the prices were
all $19.95 and under. The girls were amazed, and ready for some serious
shopping.
I think it was Stephanie, a gal from the Bay Area, who first noticed
something changing. At any rate, a delighted little shriek came from
back in the lingerie. "My breasts! They feel--REAL!!" The others
suddenly began to touch themselves and started talking fast. "Dana,
what's going on?"
I took a breath, not knowing if I was going to be hugged or scratched
to death with the beautiful nails everyone suddenly had. "Girls, you're
all going to be gorgeous in just a few minutes! Our host, the wizard
who owns this shop, has cast a spell--the magic is in the coffee."
(Several cup-holding hands that had been moving towards mouths suddenly
froze in mid-motion.) "Trust me on this one, you're going to look
fantastic."
There was a lot of looking at each other and feeling of hair, throat
and--Yes--breasts. And some anxious smiles, but things seemed to be
looking good. At least, the coffee sipping began again.
Suddenly, Stephanie, one of our shorter girls, exclaimed "Hey, I'm
getting taller!" Sure enough, a few minutes before I hadn't been able
to see her behind the dress racks, and now she was peeking over the
top. "And I'm getting shorter!" screamed Alyssa (we were all in girl-
voice register now), who was 3 inches taller than my 5'-10".
"And your face is changing, too!" exclaimed Lisa at Alyssa. "You're,
well, starting to look more like Dana!"
There was a rush to the large mirror on the wall. It was true!
Stephanie, and Lisa, and Alyssa, and ALL the girls were gradually
changing to look more and more like me. Hair color was darkening to my
dark brown, eyes were enlarging, noses were getting a bit more angular,
cheekbones were becoming higher and more pronounced. (Remember, I
looked terrific.) The large girls were dropping down to my new size 8.
There was silence.
Five minutes later, the "Dana Octoplets" were staring fixated at the
mirror--eight identical, beautiful women. Our clothes had changed sizes
right with us, so we could see that everything from head to toe was the
same.
"So, how is everyone?" came a voice from behind the counter. "Oh my,
aren't you all lovely! Dana, where are your manners? Would you mind
introducing us?"
I tried to shake off the shock of the past few minutes. "Ladies, this
is the Wizard, the owner of this shop, 'Spells R Us.' And Wizard, these
are... my friends!" I stopped short, realizing that there was no way I
could now introduce each of them by name. I'd forgotten what clothes
each was wearing when we came in, and they all looked identical!
Suddenly, Lisa (who I knew because she always wears sweats when she's
out in the daytime; that girl always passes perfectly!) yelled out,
"What have you done to us?" The others, still not quite out of their
shock, nodded their heads in agreement.
The Wizard gave that sly smile that SRU fans have all seen before.
"Ladies, if I remember correctly, here's what you asked me just a few
minutes ago." He waved a hand towards a Muzak speaker on the wall, and
out came all their voices shouting "We want the same makeover Dana got!
We all want to look like her!" He looked at us. "Isn't this exactly
what you all asked for?"
What could they do? All their identical heads moved up and down in
unison; I felt like I was standing in a carnival Hall of Mirrors. (In
fact, I couldn't help moving my own head right along with them! After
all, all those "mirror images" couldn't move unless I did, could they?)
Dana #5 (counting left to right) came out of it first. "But, what do we
do now? Are we stuck like this forever?" She paused and looked at me.
"No offense Dana; looking like you is, well, like a dream come true."
(More head-nodding all around.) "But it's just weird, you know?" (I
decided that was Denise; she had been one of our larger-figured girls.)
They were all looking at me now, and I knew it was time to let them
know about the Out Clause. "Girls, it's OK, really. I've been familiar
with the Wizard's ways for a long time, although I always thought he
was just a fictional character in a TG-stories Website I've visited for
years."
"Fictionmania!" cried Lisa. "That site started as a BBS here in Reno
even before the Internet existed. I know the T-girl that built it." I
smiled; I knew Mindy too, all those years ago.
"Right, Sis. And I didn't know what the Wiz was going to do to you all,
but whatever it was, I wanted to make sure you didn't get stuck
forever." There were sighs of relief from several of the girls. "Here's
what you have to do. Let's get out and have a fantastic time! All of
Reno is at our beautiful size 7 feet, and we're going to hit it ALL.
And anytime within the next 24 hours, anyone that wants to go back to
the way they were, just has to tell me. The Wizard promised me I have
the power to remove the spell," (all eyes turned to him, and he nodded
affirmatively) "and you'll be right back to the way you were when you
walked in here."
"And if we don't?" asked Lisa.
"Then, as I understand it, you'll be this lovely copy of me for the
rest of your life."
Dead silence. I could hear the espresso machine down in the Food Court;
nothing else. Finally, Lauren spoke up. "OK Girls, let's not let this
day get away from us! We've got 24 hours, and I'm tired of standing
here. There's a whole mall here waiting for us! Macy's, anyone?"
"Wait!" shouted Michelle (I was starting to get them straight), and I
was afraid she had something heavy to say. But she just made a big
smile and said "I see some awesome dresses right here, and the prices
are great!"
Well, that broke the tension, and the girls just started pawing through
the racks. Somehow we made two rules--no two girls could buy the same
outfit, and no swapping! There had to be a way to tell us apart, and
the clothes were it.
THE EMPTY HOLE IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS BAGEL
I'm going to leave the activities of the day to the reader's
imagination, or to another story. Take all the things you've always
dreamed of doing with a group of T-girls, throw in the excitement of
Reno, Nevada, and multiply it a few times by the magic of 8 identical
gals. Of course, throughout the day, the girls made changes in their
makeup and hair--Macy's cosmetics counters broke all records for
makeovers and sales--so by Saturday night, we didn't look quite as
alike as we did that morning. But it was still obvious; these were 8
sisters that didn't come from a mocked-up photo in Weekly World News;
they were for real!
SUNDAY MORNING
I woke up Sunday pretty groggy, but happy. I'd kept my pantyhose on, so
I figured I wouldn't change back. Getting up and looking in the mirror,
I smiled at the pretty, but certainly not ready for public view, lady
who looked back at me. I showered and dressed, threw on a little
lipstick and blush (it's all I needed now), brushed my hair and headed
over to the mall parking lot--right where we'd met the day before.
All the other girls were there. It was 9:30, and we knew the 24 hour
clock was going to run out about 10:00. They were talking, but turned
to me as I approached.
"Hey Dana!" said Lisa, and I smiled back. She stopped and looked at me
funny for a minute. "You know, you never told us what happens to YOU in
a half hour."
I felt kind of funny standing there, knowing I'd got them all into this
with a different deal than I got. But I laid it out for them just like
it was. Fact is, I had everything I wanted, and it was something that
several of them had always wanted, too. A couple of the girls started
looking really angry; their fists were clenching and I was afraid
they'd be poking holes in their palms with their nails.
But Michelle stepped forward, put her arms out and drew me into a warm
hug. "Dana, this is the best thing that ever happened to me. The last
24 hours has let the real me come out, and she's here to stay. I'm a
real woman, with real working parts! You don't have those, do you?" She
leaned back so she could see my face, and she saw tears starting to
form in my eyes. "You don't get to have those parts, do you, Dana?" I
shook my head. Although I was thoroughly female "down below," I knew
the changing genders back and forth meant that real womanstuff wasn't
going to happen for me. I got the outward appearance, but they got
everything.
Michelle looked around. "So girls, who's going to go back, and who's
going forward with me?"
Stephanie stepped forward from the group. "I have to go back. I don't
know what this change will do to the rest of my life, but I've got a
family, and a job, and this isn't exactly the same as telling them I've
just changed my toothpaste." She wiped a tear away, and so did I.
Lisa stepped up next. "Yes, I'm with Stephanie. There's just too much
the other me wants to do, and its guy stuff. Besides, I pass when I go
out anyway, and if it bothers anybody, to heck with'em." There were
chuckles all around at that.
"So, are you ready to change back?" I asked. "No, not yet" Stephanie
responded. I think any of us who are changing back should wait until
we're all ready, and then, Dana, you do it to all of us at the same
time. We'll all hold hands in a circle and we'll feel each other
changing, or not changing. I want to remember that as long as I live."
So, we continued. In the end, only Denise also decided to change back.
Alyssa, Lauren and Kathleen felt like Michelle--this hadn't been a
weekend that they had spent as somebody else; rather it was the first
time they had ever felt like themselves. Although their outward
appearance wasn't what they were used to, their inner souls suddenly
felt at peace.
And, as all T-girls know, hairstylists and makeup artists are amazing
people. Even though they were each still my twin, they (actually, all
the girls) no longer looked that much alike. Alyssa and Lauren, both
leaning towards transexualism before, had taken on conservative,
businesslike appearances very unlike my own. Michelle and Kathleen,
both coming in as, I thought, pretty typical crossdressers had let
their hairdressers go a little more wild, and were obviously pushing
their new-found fashion envelope with shorter skirts (my favorite) and
boots.
It was getting close to ten o'clock, and I figured we'd better form
that circle. I don't know how I knew what I had to do--the Wizard had
never really told me--but, with all our hands clasped, I just looked at
each of the girls in turn. "Michelle, you will continue. Lisa, you will
return. Alyssa, you will continue. Stephanie, you will return.
Kathleen, you will continue. Denise, you will return. Lauren, you will
continue."
I closed my eyes, and we did feel an energy moving through us. It
wasn't unpleasant; rather it was warm, and it felt like it was flowing
through our hands. It lasted only a few seconds, and then it stopped,
and I opened my eyes.
I was still looking at my other seven girls, but now three of them no
longer looked like me. They were different sizes, had different faces,
and different hair colors. They were the girls I'd met here just 24
hours before, for a weekend of shopping and partying.
And the other four; well, they hadn't changed at all! They appeared
exactly as they had a few moments ago. Even though they, in reality,
had just experienced the biggest change since birth.
There were a few seconds of silence, and then 16 hands reached skyward
in unison, and then came down, and then we came together in a massive,
female group hug. And Kathleen (always the practical one) asked, "Okay
girls, we planned for the lunch buffet at the Hilton, and I'm starved.
Dana, would you care to walk me to my car?"
And our eight girls, including my four new twin sisters, headed out
towards our new lives. Because, whether we looked different than the
day before, looked the same, or got to switch back and forth from time
to time, none of us would ever be the same again.
And the Wizard, who had been watching all of this on his plasma screen
(crystal balls are SO 5th Century), smiled and put some coffee on,
because it was almost time to open.
Gigi
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