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(Author's Note: This one first appeared on femur's wonderful site at
tgcomics.com earlier this year. It was inspired by his lovingly
modified romance comic covers, specifically af.020)
ALTERED FATES: THE EXPERIMENT
By BobH
(c) 2004
Sunday, June 25th:
Just saw Jan off at Penn Station. She's spending a week visiting with
her best friend, Gail. Wish me and Gail got along - I'd like to have
spent some time in the Hamptons - but she doesn't think I'm good enough
for Jan. She'd prefer Jan was with her brother, Fletcher.
Bought a present for Jan on way back to our apt., a medallion someone
on the street was selling. Ugly-looking thing, but she likes that
ethnic stuff. I'll surprise her with it when she gets back next Friday.
Monday, June 26th
Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!
Don't believe what's happened. I put the medallion in Jan's closet -
hung it on the hanger over one of her dresses, where she'd be sure to
see it. Got a small shock when it touched the dress. Thought it was
static. Then I started changing. I turned into a fucking woman, into a
twin of Jan. Even now, writing this in my diary, it's still almost
impossible to believe. But it's her face staring at me from the mirror.
Quickly figured it must be the medallion that did this - some sort of
magic, maybe? - and that touching Jan's dress was what triggered it. So
touching it to my clothes should change me back. Only it doesn't. Kept
trying, but nothing happened. Don't want to be a chick, but looks like
I'm stuck like this.
What the FUCK am I going to do?!!
Tuesday, June 27th
Had the worst few hours sleep of my life, and not just because my tits
kept getting in the way when I tried to sleep on my side. (How do woman
manage that, anyway?) Then had the biggest ever feeling of relief when
I tried using the medallion again in the early hours of the morning and
it finally changed me back to myself. The thing must need a few hours
to recharge.
Didn't do any serious exploration of being a woman yesterday - too
freaked out - but when I knew I could change back I started thinking
maybe I should have done. It's not as if an opportunity like this comes
your way every day, after all. So I decided to change again.
Was able to concentrate on the change as it happened - this time I
wasn't terrified. Weird thing to go through, losing height, seeing and
feeling tits growing from your chest, your hips and ass widening, your
dick shrinking down to nothing and vanishing inside you as you develop
a slit, hair growing and turning from brown to blonde as it flows over
your shoulders. It's one hell of a ride. Clocked the change at 32
minutes from start to finish.
Spent rest of the day playing with myself - used Jan's vibrator at one
point - trying on various outfits, and striking poses in front of the
mirror. Strange, but kinda cool, too. Impressed by female orgasms. Is
this how it is for them every time, or is Jan's body unusually
responsive? Tested the medallion on an hourly basis and discovered it
will work again twelve hours after a transformation. Much to think
about. Now know one of the medallion's parameters, but are there
others? I need to experiment with it, but carefully. This thing is very
powerful. There's stuff I should try as 'Jan', too. Wasn't ready to go
out as her today, but maybe I'll summon the courage to do so tomorrow.
Wednesday, June 28th
Something strange has happened. The previous two times I transformed, I
did so by just touching something of Jan's with the medallion while
holding it. Thinking about this, I wondered if it would make any
difference if I held the clothing to the medallion for the duration of
the change and beyond. And it did. This time, when the change was done,
it didn't feel at all odd to be a woman. Wearing Jan's clothing,
walking around in heels and a skirt, felt natural. I didn't bother with
make-up the first two times, but this time I sat at Jan's vanity and
tried my hand at it. Did a perfect job first time. It felt as if I was
repeating a task I'd performed many times before.
Went outside for a walk in the afternoon, and felt self-conscious at
going out in public as a woman for the first time while feeling quite
comfortable actually being a woman. Enjoyed the feel of the light
breeze on my legs and pussy - I wasn't wearing anything under my dress
- and even the appreciative looks I got from passing men. I'm glad none
of them tried anything on though. I still had the mind of a straight
guy inside Jan's sexy body and I'm not sure how I would have handled
it.
So, all in all an interesting day. When I switched back that night, I
did so by just touching my male clothing to the medallion, not holding
it there. This meant the physical change was reversed but not the
mental one. I had thought a touch would reverse both, but apparently
not. Felt vaguely uncomfortable back in my male body. Found myself
missing the weight of breasts on my chest and hyper-aware of my penis.
I couldn't seem to find a comfortable position for it in my pants.
Moving around felt odd, too, as if my body's centre of gravity was not
where it should be.
Thursday, June 29th
Lots of strange, erotic dreams during the night, and I woke feeling
incredibly horny, though I couldn't remember anything specific about
them when I tried.
I decided to try taking the mental changes a bit further when I
switched forms today. Since I hadn't undone yesterday's mental
adjustments, I figured I was starting from a new baseline and that
holding Jan's clothing against the medallion for the maybe a half-hour
beyond the duration of the physical change would take things that bit
further. I knew I needed to be careful, but extrapolating from
yesterday I calculated any mental change would be incremental and
within what I could safely cope with. After some thought, I decided to
put the medallion on, and to pull a tight T-shirt of Jan's on over it
to hold it against my chest while the change took place, slipping the
medallion off when it was done.
I'd transformed into Jan often enough now that the change no longer
felt at all strange. In fact, as my mental readjustment progressed
along with the physical changes, it felt almost like coming home, as if
this was right and natural, how I was meant to be. When the physical
transformation slowed and then stopped, I went to remove the
medallion....and paused. Part of my mind was screaming at me to take it
off, but another, stronger part was arguing otherwise. What harm could
it do to leave it on a while longer, after all? So I'd be even more
comfortable as a woman, find myself growing more feminine, but so what?
Since I'd taken on female form, were these such bad things to have
happen? However far I let this go, I could always reverse those changes
later, after all. So I left the medallion there, pressed against my
breasts and working its magic, for several more hours.
That afternoon I went clothes shopping. I didn't buy anything, though I
tried on lots of pretty dresses. I was particularly taken with the shoe
stores I visited. I never really 'got' the female fascination with
footwear before, but I did now. All those glorious, beautiful shoes -
wonderful, strappy creations that made my calves look fabulous - even
as a man, how could I not have understood their attraction before?
On the street, I drew the same admiring looks from men as I did
yesterday, but today I found myself checking them out, too. There was
this one guy working a jack-hammer on a road crew, wearing a hard-hat
but stripped to the waist, his muscular torso glistening with sweat. He
gave me a dazzling smile and made me tingle from head to toe. I
blushed, but I was pleased. Thinking about him later, I found myself
getting aroused. The mental changes were definitely more extensive this
time.
It's now time for bed, and I've decided to stay as I am and not change
back to Ed tonight. I'm wearing my favourite of Jan's silk night-
dresses. I love how it feels against my skin.
Friday, June 30th
Another night of erotic dreams, but this time I remembered them
clearly. In one, that hot guy from the road crew swept me off my feet
and had his way with me. I remember the sensation when he slid his
member inside me, how every thrust felt as he pumped away, and I know
without doubt this is what the real thing is like. But how is that
possible? I haven't yet had sex as a woman, so how could I know what it
felt like?
As I wandered around the apartment during the morning, showering,
eating breakfast, fixing my hair, I kept forgetting that this wasn't my
usual form, that I hadn't always been a woman, and it kept coming as a
small shock to me when I did remember.
After using the vibrator to bring myself to orgasm while fantasising
about the road crew guy taking me doggy-style, I thought back to the
last few times I'd had sex as a guy. I could remember the details
clearly enough, but the memories carried no emotional or erotic charge.
When I recalled the last time I made love to Jan, less than a week ago,
I found the memories twisting about; found myself remembering as Jan,
being on the receiving end as Ed penetrated me. Viewed that way the
memory carried all the emotional and erotic connections it should have.
I knew I probably ought to be worried by this but I wasn't. I was
strangely calm about the whole situation I found myself in.
That afternoon, I took careful stock of all the clothing and lingerie,
all the cosmetics and jewellery, available to me. I tried on lots of
different outfits, all with a view to making the maximum impact when I
went out tonight. I'd decided that dreams and another person's memories
were not enough. I needed to experience actual sex as a woman for
myself.
Later, after a long, luxurious bubble bath, I sat at the vanity and
carefully applied my make-up. Then I donned the sexiest underwear I
owned, really enjoying the feel of the sheer nylon against my smooth
thighs as I rolled the stockings up my legs and attached them to the
garter belt. My favourite little black dress, three-inch heels, and
understated jewellery completed the ensemble. I spent a good ten
minutes admiring myself in the mirror from every side. Damn, I was hot!
And that's enough for the diary for now. I'm about to head out to our
local singles bar. I'll write about how I get on tomorrow.
Saturday, July 1st
It's 3pm, and I only just got back to the apt. Last night... where to
start? Looking like I do, I attracted a lot of attention at the bar. I
knew who I was interested in within minutes of entering and checking
out the talent. His name was Brett, and after one dance he suggested we
go back to his place. I didn't need to be asked twice. We started
making out in his car, and had barely got through his front door before
we were tearing each other's clothes off. When he entered me, it felt
exactly the way it did in my dream. We made love all night until we
were both totally exhausted. It was a one-night stand, but we both knew
that going in, and it may have been the most exciting night of my life.
Now I've been on the receiving end, having sex as a woman, I want more.
Lots more.
The other Jan returns tomorrow. Only one of us can be her, and it's
going to be me. This is who I am now, and this is who I'm staying.
Sunday 2nd July
I changed back to Ed last night for the first time in days. It felt
really odd, both unpleasant and uncomfortable, but it had to be done. I
have to meet the other Jan as Ed, and I needed to allow twelve hours to
elapse before doing so if my plan was going to work. The most difficult
part was pretending to be male - hiding my feminine mannerisms and
vocal intonation - when I'm not, not any more.
To my great relief, my plan worked perfectly. Jan didn't notice
anything odd about me at the airport, though the hug I gave her was the
sisterly hug I'd give another woman now rather than the passionate hug
of a lover. Back at the apt., I gave her her present, expecting to
touch my clothing to it as I did so, but the instant both our hands
were in contact with the medallion we both felt a shock - I saw it
startle the other Jan. That's when I realized the medallion had another
mode of operation I hadn't known of. It didn't take long for the change
to start, and not long for her to notice what was happening. She
screamed while I, immensely relieved to have my body shifting into its
true, female form for what would be the final time, tried to calm her
down while hiding my own delight. Within a half-hour it was done. I was
Jan and she - he - was Ed. And that's how we're staying.
Not knowing about the 12 hour limit, Ed tried to get the medallion to
change us back. Panicking when it wouldn't. I managed to calm him down,
said we'd figure out how it worked, and told him how I was freaked out
too, and how I really, really needed to feel his arms around me. He
took me in his arms, but awkwardly, unfamiliar with being the one
giving the hug rather than receiving it. I managed to talk him into
climbing into bed with me but we did nothing more intimate than cuddle.
My few tentative attempts to initiate sex were rebuffed.
Monday 3rd July
I woke first, made sure I substituted the fake medallion I'd cast for
the real thing, then tossed it into the garbage. With the medallion
gone, there's no chance of any accidents. I couldn't bear it if we
somehow got switched back.
As soon as he woke, Ed wanted to try the medallion on us again. When it
didn't work, I suggested that maybe it only worked once, that maybe it
carried a single 'charge' and had used this up when it switched us. I
had to pretend to be appalled by this idea, of course.
It was a lovely day, and I managed to talk Ed into going for a walk in
Central Park. As we strolled around, my arm in his, I hoped being male
was something he could get used to, that we had a future together like
this, but now I'm not so sure. Ed wasn't interested in anything beyond
cuddling again tonight, and that's when I realized he still thinks of
himself as a woman - a straight woman - and that he may never be
interested in me in that way. I couldn't think of a way of exposing him
to the medallion long enough for his mind to change along with his
body, and now it's too late. What do I do now?
Wednesday 15th November
It's been months since I last wrote in this diary, and my life has
changed out of all recognition. So much has happened since then I'm not
sure where to begin? Let's see...
I only stayed with Ed for a few weeks after we switched. I had hoped he
would come to terms with being a guy, but he never did. I even got rid
of the fake medallion and claimed I'd lost in the hope he'd accept his
lot and start acting like a man. That final night, as we strolled in
the park, he even told me to keep my chin up, said it was sure to turn
up eventually. He still wanted to switch back, to become me again, and
I couldn't allow that.
After my night with Brett, I knew what sex could be like, knew what I
wanted it to be, but Ed remained uninterested in me sexually. He cried
when I said I was leaving him but, really, what did he expect? I was a
young woman with a young woman's needs and if he couldn't satisfy them
I had to find someone who would.
It wasn't long after our split that Gail set me up on a date with her
brother. She had always said Fletcher was the man for me, and she was
right. Within two weeks I had moved in with him. A month later we were
engaged.
I don't think about Ed much anymore. Wherever he is and whoever he's
with I wish him well and hope he's made peace with who he is. Rereading
this diary here in the present it's strange to think I was ever him.
Those events last summer feel like some distant, half-remembered dream
rather than something that actually happened to me, and that's how I
prefer to think of them when I think of them at all.
I don't intend to think of them often from now on, if at all. In the
near future, I will become Mrs Fletcher Martin. The near future. The
past may have made me who I am but it's time I laid it, and this diary
to rest.
Only the future matters.
The End
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