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Come the Night as the Fox
By Bill Hart
Escape!
That was the one and only thing I had on my mind. There had to be a
way. The word was out on the street. They were looking for me. But I
didn't even know why. I was sure it had to be a mistake, but I couldn't
take the chance. If they caught me, then... well, I didn't really want
to think about that possibility.
I had to hide somewhere. Where could I possibly go that might be safe?
Did I even know anyone who might be willing to help me?
Of course, it wouldn't be easy. Anyone who helped me escape would most
likely suffer the same fate as me. It might even be worse for them.
Everyone knew that was the case. They simply didn't like people messing
around in their business. But just the threat made one hell of a
deterrent. I just wished I knew what I'd done. It wasn't as if I could
ask them.
The only person I could think of that might be willing to help me was
my friend Basil. They never seemed to bother Basil about anything. No
one seemed to know why that was; it just was. Maybe it had something to
do with him being one really quirky oddball.
However, I wasn't altogether sure I wanted to bother Basil about this.
Actually, he wasn't really a friend of mine. I didn't even know his
last name. As far as I knew he might not have had one. But he was very
definitely peculiar... to put it nicely. There was no question about
that. Basil was more of an acquaintance than a friend. Hell, even
acquaintance was too strong a word to describe our relationship.
We weren't all that similar. Basil was a womanizing bastard in his late
twenties. I was at least twenty years his senior. My luck with the
ladies was just as legendary... albeit legendarily bad.
It had been my fortune - or misfortune, depending on your point of view
- to be at the same party at the same time with him one night.
I'd absently handed him a beer. I'd been ogling the busty redhead he'd
been with at the time. He had a thing for busty women. Hell, he had
thing for women period.
He was happy to get the beer. He didn't seem to mind that I was
mentally undressing the hot babe he was with. He told me if I ever
needed anything to look him up.
I certainly needed something now. The only possible problem I could
imagine was whether or not he'd remember me. I wasn't - had never
really been - an overly memorable person. And I wasn't a woman.
Now that I had to find some way to escape them, I hoped Basil was up to
the task of finding me a safe hiding spot.
I nervously knocked on his door. I really didn't really know what I
should expect. However, as his door slowly swung open, I wasn't overly
surprised to find myself staring at an attractive, rather busty, long-
haired brunette.
"Are you here to see Basil?" asked the brunette with the hint of a
French accent. "My name's Yvette," she smiled warmly. "Somehow I doubt
he was expecting you tonight, sir. He's currently occupied in the other
room with Skylar." Her smile suddenly widened. "Won't you come inside?
I could use someone new to talk to. Skylar can be such a totally boring
little twit whenever Basil is away. Besides, they might be at it for a
while."
I wondered what Yvette's problem might be. Even though I thought she
was a little weird, she still seemed to fit in perfectly here.
"Do you think Basil will have the time to see me later tonight?" I
asked. "It's very important I see him."
"He might. Everything simply depends Skylar tonight," replied the
brunette. "On some of their nights together, she wears Basil down right
to the nub. On other nights, she just frustrates him to hell and back
again." Yvette lightly kissed my cheek. "We can go to my room; we won't
be disturbed there," she grinned lustily at me. "I'll let you fuck me
once we get there. I wouldn't do that for just anyone, you know. But
you're a friend of Basil's and I just love getting fucked. Before I met
Basil I didn't like getting fucked at all, you know. I don't exactly
remember why that was. I was so grateful Basil convinced me otherwise.
I've been a different person since I met Basil."
'What a totally weird chick,' I thought.
But then, she fit in perfectly with what I knew of Basil. On the other
hand, I really didn't mind hopping into the sack with this girl since
it might be my very last chance. It wasn't often enough I got a chance
like this to do it with a really hot babe. Why had my bad luck with
women waited so long to turn around?
And yet, tonight wasn't going to be my lucky night either.
"Edgar! It's so nice to see you again," smiled Basil as he entered the
room. I assumed the busty redhead hanging on his arm was Skylar. I
might have thought Yvette was a little over-developed before, but
Skylar made her look like a young boy. "What can I do for you tonight,
Edgar?"
'You could have taken a few more minutes,' I thought. If I hadn't been
worried about antagonizing him, I might have said it aloud.
"You can call me Nick for starters," I replied instead.
I didn't like being called Edgar. It just sounded so wussy to me. Why
had my parents named me Edgar in the first place? I'd preferred to be
called Nick since I was in my teens. Nick Carlin just sounded manlier
than Edgar Carlin ever would.
"Whatever you want me to call you is fine with me, Nick," replied
Basil. "To be perfectly honest, I never thought Edgar was the proper
name for you anyway. Nick is better. What can I do for you tonight,
Nick?" he asked.
"I need a place to hide where they won't find me."
"A tall order." I wasn't surprised he knew what I was talking about.
"Offhand, I know of no such place."
"Why couldn't he just stay here with us?" asked Skylar. She smiled
after looked me over carefully.
"I think that would be just perfect," grinned Yvette. "Don't you agree,
Basil dear?"
"As much as I might like to stay here, I can't," I told the girls.
I knew I couldn't stay. I couldn't put them at risk. However, I'd have
to be satisfied only imagining what it would have been like bedding
Yvette and possibly even Skylar.
"You would be in great danger if I stayed here, Yvette." I turned
toward Basil. "You must know that."
"There is very little that happens I don't know, Nick."
"We know you can help him find a safe hiding place, Basil," smiled
Skylar. "You can help him just like you've always helped us." As she
abruptly turned and headed out of the room, I wondered just what she'd
meant.
"And you did promise us a new roommate, Basil." Yvette casually swept
her dark hair away from the front of her face. "That was months and
months ago and there's still just the three of us living here. You
can't expect Skylar and me to continue being patient forever. One of us
always gets so lonely whenever the other is with you."
Basil turned slowly to me. "I just might know of a way to hide you from
them, Nick," he said with an odd smile. "I won't be easy, but I'm glad
Yvette reminded me about my unkept promise to them. You'll even be able
to stay right here."
"But how is that possible?"
"Let me worry about that little detail," replied Basil. "All you have
to do is trust me." However, his continuing odd smile made we feel
somewhat uneasy. "You do trust me? Don't you, Nick?"
"Why shouldn't he trust you, Basil?" smiled Yvette. "We do."
'Why should I trust him?' I asked myself and yet I answered to my
surprise, "Of course I trust you, Basil." Why had I told him that?
"Do you want to stay here with the three of us, Nick?" asked Basil.
"You'd be the perfect addition to our little family," said Skylar as
she returned carrying something I couldn't quite identify in her arms.
"I can't wait to be with you," smiled Yvette. "Just tell Basil you want
to stay here with us. Once you've done that, he'll take care of
everything else."
"I want to stay here, Basil." I wondered why I'd been the least bit
hesitant before. I smiled at Yvette. "Why wouldn't I want to stay?"
"You must change into the clothes Skylar has brought you."
Once I removed my clothes and started putting on those that Skylar kept
handing me, I wondered what the hell I was doing. Even though I would
have never worn clothes like these or selected them for myself, I
donned them as if I'd been wearing them or something like them my
entire life. I knew what I was doing should bother me, but somehow it
didn't. I trusted Basil completely now, although I wasn't entirely sure
I knew why. If he said I had to wear these clothes, then I had to wear
these clothes. I wouldn't be able to remain here with Yvette if I
didn't wear these clothes.
Once I was fully clothed again, Yvette kissed me lightly on the lips.
"You look nice," she smiled. Unexpectedly, she placed something on my
head.
I couldn't believe it.
Yvette had put a shoulder-length blonde wig on my head. I knew I should
have been more surprised and upset about the wig, but I wasn't. And
what little surprise I had felt faded quickly. Even before I'd actually
met him, I'd known Basil was a little weird, but I had never actually
expected to find myself in this den of insanity.
"How is this supposed to hide me from anyone, Basil?" I asked more
calmly than I felt. "Were you planning on having them laugh themselves
to death when they came to take me away?"
As I looked down at the ill-fitting skirt I was wearing and the hairy
masculine legs that extended down to the floor, I almost wished I had a
mirror. I could have really used a good laugh.
"I don't know what you were thinking. I'm soon to be a dead man," I
groaned. "It'll take more than some stupid blonde wig and clothes like
these to fool them."
"More was exactly what I had in mind, Nick," smiled Basil, as he put
his hand across my forehead.
Before I could react, my body exploded with a host of sensations that
were unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. What could Basil be
doing to me? But the feelings were just so overwhelming and incredibly
pleasurable. I had trouble thinking. Did I really care what he was
doing to me? Did it make difference? I began to imagine that these
incredible feelings were like having an orgasm... or two... or even
three... maybe a dozen... maybe even more... all at the same time. I
liked these intoxicating feelings. Did I care about anything else
anymore?
When the feelings began fading, I was suddenly devastated. I never
wanted to stop feeling so wonderful. How could I make it continue?
I was not even the least bit prepared for their abrupt cessation that
followed Basil removing his hand from my forehead. I hadn't even
realized his hand was still there.
Feeling confused and dizzy, as well as possibly just a bit withdrawn, I
swept my blonde hair away from the front of my face. A heartbeat later,
I realized just what I'd done. That wasn't my blonde hair. My hair
wasn't that long. Nor was I a blonde. It was just that stupid blonde
wig Yvette had placed on my head. And yet, I felt somewhat strange.
I'd had enough of their strange stupid games that weren't helping me in
the slightest. I grabbed a handful of hair. As I gave it a swift yank,
I winced from the unexpected pain. It wasn't possible; it was firmly
attached to my head. I really was a blonde now. How could that have
possibly happened?
After turning loose the strands of hair in my hand, I couldn't keep
from staring at the hand that had been holding them. It simply wasn't
my hand. It was too small. The fingers were far too slender. I'd never
had fingernails that long before. And I'd definitely never painted them
dark red.
When I looked down past my skirt - it fit far better now - I saw two
sleek and sexy, very definitely female, legs extending down to the
floor.
And I also quickly discovered I now had tits. I filled out the top I
was wearing just as well, if not even better, than Yvette and Skylar
filled out theirs.
"What the hell is going on? What have you done to me?" Even as I stared
at Basil, I was completely astounded at the higher sounding pitch of my
voice. I no longer sounded like me at all.
"She turned out a little skinnier than I thought she would," remarked
Yvette, as if she'd been expecting my impossible transformation. Skylar
simply nodded her agreement.
"I've only done what you've asked of me. Call it a gift, my dear,"
replied Basil. "I've now hidden you from them forever. No one who ever
looks at you will think that you were - could have ever been - Nick
Carlin, Nikki."
"Nikki?" Somehow I liked the sound of that. I didn't know why I did. I
didn't really think I should, but I did. And yet, even though I hadn't
seen what I looked like yet, I certainly could no longer look like any
Nick I'd ever known.
"It's your name now," replied Basil.
"I think it's a pretty name, Nikki," said Skylar.
"So do I," added Yvette. "I'm sure you must love your name, Nikki."
I shook my head slowly. "Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"
What was wrong with me now? My head was suddenly swimming in circles.
Of course, I loved my name. Why would they ever think of saying
anything as stupid as that? What guy wouldn't like having a hot sexy
name like Nikki?
There was a rapping at the door.
"Very odd. I wonder who that might be," mused Basil. "I wasn't
expecting anyone else tonight."
'Anyone else?' I thought. 'Had Basil actually been expecting me all
along?'
"Wait here and be quiet until I get back, girls. I'll get rid of
whoever it is as quickly as I can." Basil turned and headed toward the
door.
I wanted to object to him calling me a girl so casually, but somehow I
couldn't speak a word. What was Basil doing to me now? How was he doing
it? In spite of my altered appearance, I knew I wasn't a girl. And
since he'd somehow done this to me, Basil knew that Nikki Carlin wasn't
a girl. I shook my head slowly. I just didn't know what to think any
more. I felt confused. At the same time, Nikki did sound more like a
girl's name.
"What's going on here, Basil?" I asked him as he returned to the room.
It was only at that moment that I realized he'd told us to be quiet
until he returned. And I hadn't been able to utter sound until then.
Basil just smiled at me. Given how I must appear, I didn't like the way
that womanizing bastard was smiling at me one little bit.
"They aren't looking for you, Nikki. They never were." His smile
widened, which made me feel even uneasier. "That was Jacob at the door.
He wanted to know if I'd seen someone named Mick Castin. It's him
they've been looking for today, not you."
"That's great!" I suddenly felt very relieved. "That means you can
change me back now." I feel much better once I was the old me again.
"Change you back?" Basil looked puzzled. "I'm not sure I know what you
mean, Nikki."
"Of course you do. You must," I replied. "You just turned me into a
girl. If they aren't looking for me, then you can turn me back into my
old self now." I turned and smiled at Yvette. "If the offer is still
open, I'd still like to move in here with you."
"Of course you can still move in with us, Nikki dear," grinned Yvette.
"Why would you ever think we'd turn you away?" added Skylar with a
wicked grin of her own.
I turned back to Basil. "So when do we get started."
"Started?" replied Basil. "With what?"
"With turning me back into a man. What did you think I meant?"
"I'm afraid that I can't."
"What do you mean you can't?"
"Exactly what it sounded like. I can't," replied Basil calmly. "You
wanted a safe haven from them. Didn't I tell you earlier that I'd
hidden you from them forever? Think about it, Nikki. Your former self
is gone. There's a certain air of permanence about the word 'forever'.
Wouldn't you agree with that assessment, Nikki?"
"You didn't say anything about this being permanent."
"You didn't ask," replied Basil. "It wouldn't have worked otherwise."
"But I don't want to be a girl."
"Just what's wrong with being a girl?" snapped Skylar.
"We're girls," smiled Yvette. "We like being girls."
"Think about it, Nikki." I didn't like the way Basil kept staring at
me. That bastard was up to something. "You're a sexy, twenty-two year
old girl now," he smiled. "I can't imagine why you'd ever want to be a
man older than my father."
I shook my head again. Things in my head had started swimming around
again. Even if just to myself, I had to admit I felt really sexy all of
a sudden. I just didn't know why. I knew it wasn't right. But at the
same time, I couldn't figure out what was wrong about feeling sexy
either. Even being a girl didn't seem that strange any more. It just
wasn't right; it just didn't feel altogether wrong anymore either.
Basil had also made a real good point about my age. I hadn't known I
was only twenty-two before he'd told me. Given a choice between being
my previous age and being twenty-two, clearly being twenty-two would
win hands down every time. Just who in their right mind would want to
be old - funny I had never thought of myself as old before - when they
could be young?
"I think Nikki will feel much better about being a girl once Basil has
fucked her," smiled Yvette. "Don't you agree with me, Skylar."
"I agree wholeheartedly," replied Skylar. "A good fucking will do her a
world of good. Once he's done her a few times, I'm sure that pretty
Nikki will enjoy having men in her bed just as much as we do."
'Men? In my bed? Were they insane? I just couldn't possibly do
something like that.' I shook my head once again.
Why did my mind always seem to be swimming in circles? Somehow, they
were playing with my head. That explained everything. I just didn't how
they were doing it. I wouldn't be able to stop them until I found out.
And yet, there was suddenly something inexplicably intriguing about the
idea of Basil - or some other man for that matter - fucking me.
When Basil looked into my eyes, I wanted to turn away from him. But I
couldn't. And yet, that wasn't exactly true. I didn't really want to
turn away from him. I wanted to see the lust building in his eyes. I
was so confused by everything that was happening to me. I really wanted
to cry. But I really liked the idea of Basil lusting over me.
When his hand caressed my cheek, I felt tingly all over. It also made
me feel even more confused than ever. Why was this happening to me?
At the same time, did I really care?
"Are you ready now, Nikki?"
I had no need to ask him what he meant. I knew exactly what he wanted
from me. He was just such a silly boy. If only he wasn't always so
obvious.
"I don't know exactly."
"Why not?" asked Basil. "Do you still have problems with me making love
to you?"
"Some," I reluctantly answered. I wasn't sure how he'd take it. "Part
of me wants to take you to my room, rip off your clothes, and have wild
animal sex with you." I shook my head. Why had I said something like
that? I felt so embarrassed; even though I knew what I said had been
the absolute truth. "And part of me knows this all wrong. It's that
part of me that wants to fight what you're doing to me, Basil."
"I see. It seems we need to work on that small part of you that thinks
it needs to fight. I'm a lover, not a fighter, Nikki." He leaned over
and kissed me lightly.
Suddenly, I didn't to fight with him at all. There were other, more
important and more interesting, things that needed being done. I let
Basil sweep me up into his powerful arms. I'd never imagined he was so
strong before. He then carried me from the room with great ease. I
didn't know where we were heading, but I had real good idea.
***
"Basil lied to her, Yvette."
"Does that surprise you? You can't possibly believe Basil would have
told her the truth."
"Not really, I suppose," replied Skylar. "I know he had to deal with
Nikki within the hour she remained suggestible. It just kind of seems
so unkind to tell her that her transformation into such a pretty girl
was permanent, when it wasn't."
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. All he really needs to do his convince her she'd
be happier female and the change will be as good as permanent. Not
fighting against the change enforces it. That's why he lied."
"Basil's always had great persuasive skills with women of all ages."
Skylar smiled weakly. "I'm sure you must remember how persuasive he can
be as well as I do?"
"How could I ever forget?"
Suddenly, they heard muffled, yet unmistakable, female screams from
behind the door Basil had taken Nikki. They weren't overly concerned by
her screams. They were clearly those of pleasure. Both Yvette and
Skylar knew Basil could no more physically harm a woman, then he might
consider passing by an attractive one without inviting her to his bed.
"It would seem our Nikki is a screamer," smiled Yvette.
"It certainly seems that way," replied Skylar. "I'm sure Basil is quite
pleased with her. He's always wanted a screamer and now he has one."
"From what we've heard, it won't be long before she decides being a
female is better than being a male."
"He could have still told her the truth. In that way, she could have
made an informed choice and not an emotional one."
"You're assuming Basil wanted her to make an informed choice," said
Yvette calmly. "Even you must admit that her emotional choice better
served his purposes. Tell me, Skylar. What would you have chosen had
you been allowed an informed choice?"
"That's an easy question to answer, Yvette. I would have chosen to
remain female, of course. There's simply no other viable choice. Why
would anyone choose to become male again?"
"An interesting question, Skylar. I can't help but think the answer
might have been different had we known permanence wasn't our only
option before it was and became a non-issue."
"I can't believe you're saying this." Skylar stared at Yvette. "Are you
really trying to tell me you'd rather be the old male you instead of
the real female you?"
"Of course not. I'm as happy with my womanhood as you are. I could
never go back to being a man," smiled Yvette. "I'm sure it will be the
same for Nikki."
"Then what you were you saying?" asked Skylar. "If you were trying to
make some kind of a point, I fail to see what it might have been."
"Do you really?" asked Yvette in reply. "Didn't you hear Nikki when she
said she didn't want to be a girl? Weren't you watching when Basil used
his mind tricks to make her think differently?"
"Yeah. So what?"
"She wouldn't have chosen to become girl permanently," replied Yvette.
"And soon she won't that decision to make. Were we like Nikki once?
Would we have objected to remaining girls if we'd known we didn't have
to."
"I don't know. I'm not sure it really matters anymore," said Skylar.
"We are who are now, Yvette. We aren't who we were. We'll never be
those men again."
"I suppose you're right," sighed Yvette. "I wonder how long they're
going to be."
"I don't know what you're complaining about," snapped Skylar. "This was
supposed to be my night with Basil. I was already hornier than hell
when we were interrupted."
"I probably won't get my night with Basil tomorrow either," snarled
Yvette. "He'll probably want to spend another night with Nikki. You
know how Basil is when he gets a new plaything."
"I know." Skylar slid her arm around Yvette's waist. "At least, we're
alone... together."
***
"You were just wonderful, Basil," I gushed, lying naked on the bed
looking up into my lover's eyes. I felt so sexy. "I've never had sex
like that in my entire life."
"I'd be surprised if you had, Nikki dear."
"I must have been under a spell," I smiled warmly. "It's the only way I
can possibly explain it."
"A spell?" queried Basil, wondering if I had somehow been able to
resist. "Whatever do you mean?"
"You know." I blushed brightly; my face felt so warm.
"Do I?"
"Of course, you do."
"Why don't you just tell me?"
"Okay?" I finally smiled. "I don't know when it could have happened,
but someone really evil must have cast a spell on me that turned me
into a man. It's the only things that makes any sense." I slowly rose
up and kissed Basil lightly on the lips. "If I were really a man, how
could I have enjoyed what we did so much." I kissed him again. "I mean
I remember being Nicole Carlisle, as well as Edgar Carlin. How could
that foul evil person that turned me into a man ever give me a name
like Edgar?"
"Would you prefer to be called Nicole now?"
"Why should I? My friends have always called me Nikki." I smiled
lustily at Basil. I wanted him again. "And you are my friend. Aren't
you, Basil dear?"
"Why would you ever think otherwise?"
"Good. I have a favor to ask."
"Name it."
I smiled mischievously at him. "Would you mind fucking me again, Basil
dear? I want to compare this time with the last time and determine
which time was the better."
"Not at all, Nikki. I'd be happy to oblige," grinned Basil. "For
comparison purposes, we can do it as many times as you want."
"Then let's quit wasting any more time, tiger," I growled Nikki, even
as I pulled Basil down on top of me again.
THE END
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