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A Close Shave ? Part 3
By Superconductor
This is the third part in a story about Eric, a young executive who
learns how to slow down through use of some special razors from a very
special store. His girlfriend, Sandy is caught up in it all and is
affected in her own way. Comments on the story are welcome and
encouraged. If you haven't read the other two missives, I would
encourage you to go back and read them. It might help bring this into
perspective.
Now, on with the show.
Erica collapsed on the couch as she let the bags she'd collected through
the day fall to her feet. Letting a long breath out as she looked up at
Sandy, she said, "How do you do it? That was exhausting!" Sandy and
Erica had just spent close to 6 hours at the mall, trying new clothes on
Sandy and basically using her as an excuse to buy new wardrobes for both
of them. For Erica it was understandable, as she'd only been a "woman"
for less than 24 hours. But when Sandy started into adding more clothing
to her considerable "collection", Sandy's only comment was that she
wasn't going to let Erica look better than her! At least not in the
wardrobe department. It was also an opportunity to teach Eric, now
Erica, the finer points of being female ? to include flirting, putting
off unwelcome advances (there had been plenty of them at lunch) and
dealing with jealousy from other women. The whole day had been a blur
and utterly exhausting.
Sandy giggled, "That was nothing! You should see me when they have the
after holiday specials!" She held up a new blouse that she had bought
against herself, bit her lower lip and then held it against Erica.
"There's nothing that we got today that wouldn't look better on you than
it does me. It's not fair!"
Erica grinned, "It's not my fault ? blame the razors! After all ? it's
your fault; remember that. If you hadn't shaved my chest, we would have
never ended up here!"
Sandy sighed, "I suppose you're right. Oh well, I'll be the only female
here again someday." She wandered off with a sigh as she grabbed the
bags and headed upstairs.
"Jeez I'm tired," Erica opined as she leaned against the back of the
couch, and let her eyes drift shut. She was exhausted. Unused to "power
shopping" like what she experienced that day with Sandy, every part of
her seemed tired. She kicked off her high heels and slid her legs up on
the couch as she drifted off to a light slumber.
Upstairs, Sandy separated the bags out and sat down on the vanity bench,
surveying the fortune in clothing and accessories that they'd picked up
that day. After a moment she got up and picked up a non-descript bag
that was hidden among the others; a bag from a special store that had
appeared when she sent Eric, now Erica into a jewelry store to get his
(her) ears pierced. The old man seemed more bemused than anything else
when she had wandered in there. It was funny that he'd known her name ?
even funnier that he seemed to know Eric. It had surprised her when he
had exactly what she'd been looking for waiting on the counter when
she'd wandered in, tinkling the bell over the door. Come to think about
it, what other store in the mall had an actual door, much less a
tinkling bell? "Oh well," she sighed as she opened the bag and removed
the contents; a jar of tanning cream.
She hadn't told Erica yet, but she'd already asked for a week off of
work, which she fully intended on making the most of out at the beach.
Erica had simply raised an eyebrow when they'd bought the new bikinis.
Reading the jar of cream, per the instructions from the old man, she
noted that the instructions seemed more geared towards a man than a
woman: "Guaranteed to bronze and amplify your build. Use as often as
necessary to achieve the strength of presence you require for that
perfect look on the beach. Cautions: Use on a small area to ensure no
unexpected reactions. Do not mix with any other products as results may
be unpredictable." Shrugging, Sandy opened the tanning cream and spread
a small amount on her hands, closed up the cream and went downstairs.
Erica was still asleep on the couch. Sandy smirked, "She's great out of
the gate, but not much for stamina." Walking into the kitchen, she
opened the fridge, looking for something to snack on. Not seeing
anything that really appealed, she went to the pantry and spied a new
jar of pickles on the shelf. "Boy, that looks good ? wish I could open
the jar." (Sandy had never had the hand strength to open large jars ?
even with all the working out that she did). She reached for the jar
anyway, hoping that a couple of hard raps against the kitchen counter
would dislodge the lid enough to where she could pry it open. Carrying
it into the kitchen, almost subconsciously, she grabbed the lid and
twisted. The lid popped off so easily that she almost dropped the
pickles. Looking down in surprise, she gasped as she caught sight of her
hands.
Her hands, although never dainty, were always very attractive. She had
actually done some hand modeling on the side, as her fingers were very
long, tapered very nicely, with well manicured nails. The hands that she
looked at that now sat on the end of her arms did not belong to her.
The thing that struck her first was that they were large. Large and
hairy, with long, thick fingers. The nails, while still well manicured,
were cut short and squared off. As she flexed the fingers, she watched
in fascination as the muscles in the fingers and in the hands bulged as
she clenched the fists. They felt powerful, and while still attractive,
they were very clearly a man's hands. On the end of her arms. On the end
of... The pickle jar made a small explosion as it landed on the floor
next to Sandy as she crumpled to the floor.
Erica sat up with a start when the jar hit the floor. "What the hell was
that?" Calling to Sandy as she stood up, she became alarmed when there
was no answer. She ran into the kitchen and gasped when she saw Sandy on
the floor. Rushing to her side, she called Sandy's name and grabbed her
hand, not really noticing the change which caused her faint. She turned
and grabbed a kitchen chair, lifted Sandy's legs and propped the ankles
up on the seat, and then grabbed the tablecloth off the table, wrapping
it around Sandy, still passed out on the floor. Gently patting her face,
Erica gently called Sandy's name, watching her face intently for any
sign of waking. Before long, Sandy's eyelids fluttered, and then opened
wide, as she contemplated the strange state in which she now found
herself.
"What happened? How did I get down here? What's that smell?"
"First, I think you fainted. When you faint, generally the floor stops
your fall ? that's how you got down here. That smell is a former jar of
pickles, in whose juice your hair is now resting." Erica dodged the
playful swipe at her face that Sandy threw, a smirk on her face as she
began to sit up.
Erica helped her up. "Be careful ? there's glass everywhere. Did you try
to open the pickles again by whacking them against the counter? Did you
cut yourself when the jar broke? Why didn't you bring 'em to me?"
Sandy put her hands on her hips, "No smarty-pants I didn't try to open
them against the counter ? and I don't have any cuts. I didn't bring the
jar to you because your hands are smaller than mine now. I fainted
when... Oh my GOD! That's right! Look at these!" Sandy held her hands up
for inspection.
"Sandy! What the hell happened to your hands?! They're huge!" Erica
grabbed one of Sandy's paws and looked them over carefully. "They look
like mine used to look before we did, well, this," indicating her now
very eye-catching form.
"I know! It was the shock of them that knocked me out. I popped open
that pickle jar almost without thinking about it ? I looked down and
then you found me. What am I going to do? How did this happen? Ohhhhh
wait..." Sandy got a faraway look in her eye.
"What? What are you thinking about?" Erica asked.
"Nothing. I'm going to go take a shower. By the way, pack some things,
especially your new bathing suit. We're going to go to the beach for the
week. It wouldn't do to have your friends looking for you here. I'll
call your work and tell 'em that we have to take you to a doctor out of
town. Ewww. I've got to get this smell out of my hair. I don't think
that I can ever eat another pickle."
Erica looked after her as she left. "Pack for the beach? She's got hands
that rival a bodybuilder's, and she wants to go to the beach. I'll never
understand women, even though I am one, for now." She shrugged and began
cleaning up the mess, hearing the shower come on upstairs.
About a half an hour later Erica heard Sandy start to come down the
steps. Something was different though. The tread was too heavy. Turning
her head, Erica gasped as she glimpsed the first sight of Sandy as
(she?) descended the stairs.
The only thing that was recognizable about Sandy was from the neck up.
The rest of her was, formidable. One thing was for sure, her body
matched her hands. She was very tan, very large and very muscled. She
looked like an anatomy textbook as she descended the stairs. The only
piece of clothing that she was wearing was a pair of thong bikini
underwear. It covered the only place that appeared to still be female.
"Sandy! What did you do? What is this? How? What?" Erica stammered as
she looked Sandy up and down.
Sandy giggled ? which sounded more like a chortle. "What, you don't like
my new look? I can't compete with you as woman now. How about as a man?"
Sandy grinned. "Look, I think I found that store that you got the razors
at. I wanted to take you to the beach next week, and I wanted some
bronzing lotion. Well, it had some interesting 'side effects'. Wouldn't
you agree?"
"Well, yeah. But is this what you expected?"
"Of course not, silly. But after what happened to my hands, I was
curious. According to the bottle, the effects last a week or so and then
begin to fade." Sandy began turning this way and that, flexing her
muscles. "It feels so weird ? being this big. I'm also taller ? did you
notice?"
"How could I not? I'm getting a stiff neck looking up at you. You
decided to keep your 'femininity' I see," nodding towards the bikini
underwear.
"Well, umm," Sandy bit her bottom lip, "not really. I didn't want to hit
you with too much at once."
"What do you mean? You're still 'flat' down there."
"Well, not really. Better sit down honey." Erica actually did, as Sandy
grabbed the underwear with her thumbs and pushed them down to her
ankles. As she stepped out of them, something very NOT Sandy popped out
from between her legs. "I tucked it under, just to see your initial
reaction. I needed to see that you still love me." Sandy chest began to
hitch as she fought back tears.
"Well of course I still love you! If you can love me like I am now, I
can love you like that ? especially if we know the effects are
temporary. Are you going to do your face and hair too?"
"I don't know ? I suppose so. My head on this body is kind of
incongruous don't you think? I just didn't want you to panic when you
saw Schwartzenegger's twin walk down the stairs."
"Yeah. I see what you mean. So, what do we do now? By the way, in case
my reaction wasn't enough, you look, well, incredible. In fact, I have
to admit, looking at you the way that you look is making me more than a
little, 'excited'." Erica grinned as she stood up and sauntered over to
Sandy, walked behind her and ran a fingernail down the middle of "her"
back. "You missed a spot."
A buzz of electricity ran down Sandy's back at Erica's touch. "Yeah, I
figured. When my arms and shoulders began to grow, I couldn't reach that
far behind my back any more. I uh, oh, what are you doing?" Erica had
begun to gently stroke her fingernails down Sandy's back, along her
buttocks and around the front of his thighs.
"Why, am I making you uncomfortable? I can stop..." Erica fairly
breathed the words into Sandy's ear, as she pulled her hands away,
teasing him.
"No. Please. Don't stop. It feels really good."
"Really? How about this?" Erica moved around the front of Sandy, her
fingernails tracing circles lower and lower on Sandy's chest and
abdomen. Sandy moaned, "Oh yeah, that feels great."
By this time, of course, Sandy's newest addition to his anatomy was
fully engorged, pulsing with his ever increasing heartbeat. Involuntary
moans escaped his open lips as he closed his eyes and rested his hands
on Sandy's arms. Sandy continued to move lower, tracing her fingers down
further and further until her hands finally came to Sandy's member. As
soon as she touched it however, Sandy gave a cry out and jettisoned her
spunk, hitting the wall behind Erica.
"Oh my, we were excited, weren't we?" Erica giggled as she stood up, and
gave Sandy a hug, resting her head on Sandy's chest.
"Oh God, I'm sorry. I tried so hard to hold back ? is it like that for
you guys all the time? I gotta sit down ? feeling weak in the knees."
"I've got a better idea, why don't you take me upstairs and see how long
you can last up there? With this body, and your body, I've got to see
what it's like on the receiving end." Erica grinned mischievously as she
grabbed hold of Sandy's new handle and began gently squeezing the life
back into it.
"That's the best thing I've heard all day." Sandy bent down and Erica
squealed as Sandy picked her up in her arms and headed for the stairs.
"This is incredible ? you feel as light as a feather. I feel like I
could carry you forever."
"That would be fine with me," Erica said as she began tracing circles on
Sandy's chest again. "Just be gentle."
Sandy smiled, "Every way that I can babe," as he ascended the stairs
with Erica in his arms.
Coming soon ? part 4.
Dottie
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