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Heels: The Ultimatum 9 - Alterations
By Deane Christopher
Copyrighted 2003
Synopsis of Chapter 8: Variations On A Theme
After experiencing an unprecedented unbroken string of
simultaneous orgasms via their nightly use of the double-ended
dildo, Gale and Kelly had to concede that their good fortune could
only be due to some sort of intervention initiated by Dennis'
magical high heels. Several nights after that, Gale asked Kelly
if the dildo felt somehow different to her. Kelly tactfully
sidestepped her wife's inquiry, forcing Gale to step up to the
plate, and say what Kelly was afraid to say. According to Gale,
the artificial phallus no longer felt like a dildo, owing to the
fact that it had increasing begun to feel like a real penis felt
when nestled so snugly up inside of her. Then, after laying that
bombshell on her ultra femmed out husband, Gale continued to add
that it felt to her as if the penis that was up inside of her
climaxed concurrently when they climaxed. To wit, Kelly
concurred, admitting that she had experienced pretty much the same
sort of sensations that her wife had.
Two nights after that, both women freely admitted that
shortly after they had climaxed, the double-ended dildo felt as if
it was actually going flaccid, much the way a normal penis would
in the aftermath of spewing up its guts, there by fulfilling its
part in the procreation process. The night following that,
another new wrinkle was added into the mix. Both young women
admitted that they not only felt as if they had a penis shoved up
inside of them, but also felt as if they also were equipped with a
penis that was nestled up inside of the other's vaginal canal.
Then, as a topper to that, when they climaxed, the two of them
experienced both sides of the sexual equation, save that Gale's
was weighted more to the male side of things, while Kelly felt
more from the female side of the aisle. Also, as an extra-added
bonus, cum put in its first appearance, which in turn caused Kelly
to become concerned about the possibility, no matter how remote,
of her becoming pregnant via their use of the double-ended dong.
In an effort to assuage her lesbian lover-girls concerns,
Gale offered the supposition that the only way the heels would
ever allow Kelly to become pregnant was if that was what her
husband really wanted. Otherwise, the heels' magic would more
than likely ensure that something such as that would never happen.
Kelly, being the logical person that she was, perceived her wife's
supposition as being a sound one.
Chapter 9: Alterations
Though it would remain a supposition on both their parts,
Gale assertion had been right on target. Dennis would not, nor
could not become impregnated without his conscious desire to do
so.
One principle and one principle alone governed everything the
heels did or did not do. They had been created with the expressed
purpose of enriching the life of the man with whom they were
metaphysically bonded, and they accomplished that prime directive
of theirs in a myriad of ways. While they had in no way forced
Gale to adopt a bisexual lifestyle, they had done everything in
their power to remove as many roadblocks as they could in order to
make such a choice a viable one. In like fashion, they had been
instrumental in making it possible for Kelly to acqueasse to her
wife's proposal, in so far as their use of the double-ended dildo
was concerned.
Though it was entirely possible that Dennis would never
become consciously aware of the fact, the heels, via a
metaphysical leaching process had, over time, replicated their
magical potential within Dennis himself. That is to say that were
he to but make a conscious and concerted wish to become a woman,
he would do so, much as he did when he donned those magical high
heels of his. Also, though he was as yet unaware of his ability
to accomplish such, he could reclaim his manhood by simply making
another conscious and concerted wish, negating some, or all of the
residual girl-time he had amassed in the process.
The heels, adhering to their prime directive to enrich
Dennis' life, had taken the metaphysical leaching process a step
further. On the day of Dennis and Gale's marriage, beginning with
the happy couple's first kiss as a wedded couple, the heels, via
the magical potential they had replicated within Dennis himself,
had begun to gradually create a carbon copy of their metaphysical
wherewithal within Gale herself. Though Gale's magical potential
would remain subordinate to the very same prime directive that the
heels themselves operated under, that being to enrich Dennis'
life, it would not, nor could not, act against her own best
interest. That is to say that the magical potential that was
slowly being installed within Gale's intrinsic metaphysical
makeup, while being slaved to the goal of enriching her husband's
lot in life, could not force her into doing something that was not
in her nature to do. Nor, could it cause her to become something
she did not wish to become, or even wear something that she did
not wish to wear. While it might only occur on a subconscious
level of her mental processes, the magical potential that was
slowly being replicated within Gale would require her full
endorsement before any alterations could either be implemented, or
enacted upon.
In order to facilitate this gradual metaphysical leaching
process, a physical conduit had to be established, no matter how
short lived that physical contact might actually be. The holding
of hands, a hug, or even a simple kiss provided such a conduit.
Sexual intercourse, as well as the couple's ongoing use of the
double-ended dildo, provided a greatly enhanced conduit for the
leaching process, owing to the fact that the process could then
use the accompanying orgasmic rush to mask a massive transfer of
the replicated metaphysical wherewithal.
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Though Gale never made the connection at the time, the marked
increase in compliments she received from her coworkers, friends
and family should have been a dead giveaway that something unusual
was going on. Instead of the occasional, "My, don't you look nice
today," Gale began to receive all sorts of compliments;
compliments that ran the gambit from, "Whatever you're doing with
your hair now, I must say it looks great." to "I must say, married
life sure seems to suit you. You're looking better than you ever
did."
Gale, thinking that people were just being kind, did not
place a lot of credence on all the flattery that was being
lavished on her. However, when one of her co-workers asked her
what tanning spa she was going to, Gale, upon replying that she
was not going to a tan spa, found herself at a complete loss as to
how to explain how she had acquired that gorgeous, California
beach bunny tan of hers.
Then, on top of all that, Gale began to gradually become
aware that her clothes seem to fit her better than they ever had
before. Though she had bought them off the rack, they
increasingly began to look as if they had been tailor-made to
flatter her figure, a figure that even she had to admit was
becoming more striking and curvaceous than it ever had seemed to
her before.
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Having just put the kibosh on what had become their Saturday
morning wakeup ritual of some mutually satisfying heterosexual
sex; Gale excused herself; got out of bed, and headed into the
adjoining bathroom for a quick shower. A few minutes later, even
as Dennis was stepping into those magical high heels of his, he
heard his wife call out to him, "Hey, Den. Can you do me a big
favor? Could you please go downstairs and get me the photo album
that has our wedding pictures in it?"
"Sure, honey. I'd be happy to."
"Oh." Gale called out, adding an amendment to her previous
request as she did so. "And, while you're at it, would you be a
dear, and see if you locate that magnifying glass of yours as
well?"
"Sure... No problem... As long as you didn't put it in that
'special place' of yours, the one where all my stuff seems to
disappear into, I should be able to do that for you..." Dennis
sarcastically added as he began to make his way out of the
bedroom.
Though it was substantially a male Dennis who strode out of
the bedroom, it was, for all practicality, a very female Kelly who
sashayed back into it several minutes later.
"Okay, honey." the voice was still that of her husband's.
"Though it took me awhile to find 'em, I've got both of the items
you requested. So, tell me. What do you want me to do with
them?"
"Bring them in here, will ya'?"
"Sure... I'd be happy to..." Kelly, with a voice that was as
feminine as feminine could be, casually replied.
"Look, since I was nice enough to run downstairs and get this
stuff for you, I think that it's only fair for you to tell me why
you wanted them in the first place." Kelly cheerfully declared, as
she placed the two requested items on the countertop, so as to be
within easy reach of her wife, who was preoccupied with the task
of examining her face in the mirror.
Kelly, curious as all get-out to know what was going on, felt
compelled to inquire, "Is there something wrong?"
Somewhat distractedly, Gale tentatively responded, "I'm not
really sure..."
"Well, for my money, your face looks just fine to me." Kelly,
in an effort on her part to placate any misgivings her wife might
be harboring, pleasantly countered.
"Look, while I freely admit that I'm more than a little bit
bias where you're concerned, I do believe that you're getting
prettier and prettier with each and every passing day."
"Yeah..." Gale, who was still intently scrutinizing herself
in mirror, thoughtfully muttered. "I do believe that you might be
right about that, and that's what really got me bugged."
"Huh. You're serious about that, aren't you?"
"Yes. Yes, I am."
Seeking clarification, Kelly asked, "And, that's why you
wanted the photo album and the magnifying glass? You want to do a
stare and compare?"
"Yes..."
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Kelly, aware that it was no time for her to kibitz from the
sidelines, stood silently in the doorjamb. From that
vantagepoint, Kelly watched intently as her wife continued to
scrutinize herself in the medicine cabinet's mirrored door. Gale,
having opened the photo album to two opposing eight by ten close-
ups of herself, one a full face, and the other, a profile,
alternated between looking at the two of them, via the use of
Dennis' magnifying glass, and the reflection of her own visage in
the mirror.
Back and forth she went, slowly at first, but accelerating to
a frenzied pace as her examination began to focus in on various
aspects of her countenance.
"Oh, my God!" Gale gasped. "This is crazy! Absolutely
crazy..."
Unable to contain herself, Kelly felt compelled to ask, "What
is? What's crazy?"
"My face. That's what's crazy. It's... It's... It's..."
Gale stammered. "It's changed."
"Yeah. Right." Kelly, with a mere hint of a giggle infesting
that ever so sexy voice of hers, dubiously quipped. "Like
something like that could ever happen.
"I tell you what's crazy. You, and your saying something as
farfetched as that."
"No." Gale energetically registered an objection. "You don't
understand, Kell.
"My face isn't my face any more. It's your face, the one you
have when you do me.
"In other words, Kell, my face is now the new, improved, and
damn near flawless face that you have concocted for yourself,
whenever you use those heels of yours to do me."
"That's ridiculous." Kelly, who had begun to gaze into the
mirror as intently as her wife was, brusquely countered. "You
don't know what you're talking about, honey."
"I most certainly do." Gale brashly countered. "For your
information, I'll have you know that I know exactly what I'm
talking about.
"Do you recall that birthmark I had on my face, that little
teardrop shaped patch of lighter skin that was situated just below
my right eye?"
"Yeah... Sure... Why?"
"Well, if you take a good look, Kell, you'll see that it
isn't there anymore."
"Wow. I hadn't noticed that before, but you're right. It
sure isn't..."
"And, neither is that hardly noticeable scar that I got when
I was learning to ride my first two wheeler after my dad removed
the training wheels. If you recall, it ran along the underside of
my left jaw.
"Go ahead. Take a look. You'll see that it's gone too."
Kelly, having done as her wife suggested, had to concede that
Gale's assertion was indeed correct, "Well, I'll be. You're
right, honey. There's absolutely no indication that you ever had
a scare there."
"That's right." Gale triumphantly exclaimed. "And, do you
want to know why that's right?" Then, before Kelly could get a
word in edgewise, her wife continued on to bombastically quip,
"Well, I tell ya'. My complexion is damn near flawless. My face,
damn near perfect.
"I mean, take a good look at my nose. See. It no longer has
that ugly little bump along its ridge. Nor, I might add, is its
tip as turned up as it used to be.
"Okay. Now look at my dimples." Gale insisted, as she forced
a smile to form on her face. "Remember, they weren't anywhere
near even? The right one was a little longer, and a tad bit
deeper than the left one was."
"Yeah... You're right. Your dimples weren't even. One was
slightly larger than the other one was."
"That's right. But, guess what? They're the same now,
aren't they?"
"Yes..." Kelly found herself forced to agree. "They most
certainly are..."
"Basically, you could say that my face is, for all practical
purposes, about as symmetrical as yours is, Kell?"
"Oh, yeah... It's symmetrical all right. Symmetrical, and
without a doubt, about as beautiful as beautiful can be..."
"You mean that, don't you?" Gale felt compelled to ask.
"Oh, yeah. Make no never mind about it, honey, I think that
you look absolutely fantastic."
"Well, considering that I now look exactly like that
upgraded, sanitized version of the me that resides up there in
that head of yours, it more or less goes without saying that you
would feel that way."
Not sure if she really wanted to hear her wife's answer,
Kelly nevertheless felt compelled to inquire, "Is that going to
present a problem for you?"
"Actually... no. Given that I really like the way the new
and improved me looks, it's not going to present a problem for me
at all."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure, I'm sure.
"I mean, who wouldn't want to look better than they do, or in
my case, did?"
"So, do you think that these heels of mine had something to
do with this?"
"Well, of course I do. Don't you?"
"Yeah... Sure... I just wanted to get your take on the
matter. That's all..."
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A few minutes later, acting on her wife's request, Kelly
dutifully changed herself into Gale's twin.
"So, what do you think?" Kelly asked. "Can you see any
difference?"
"Yes... But, it's only a slight one, and I'd be willing to
bet you that in a week or so, I won't be able to detect any."
"So, I take it that what you're saying is: you think that my
heels haven't finished with you yet?"
"Yes. That would be my guess."
"Okay." Kelly curiously prompted. "So, tell me. What leads
you to that conclusion of yours?"
"Two things. One, your complexion is, shall we say, a
smidgen or two more bronze than mine is. And secondly, our tan
lines. Or, I really should have said, my tan lines, given the
fact that you, my dear, have nary a one, while if you look real
close, I still do."
"You know something, honey? You're right. While I never
gave it any thought before, I don't have any tan lines. Fact is,
now that you mention it, I don't believe I ever did..."
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That very afternoon, while making their way along the lower
concourse of a near by mall, Gale, upon coming abreast of a
Victoria's Secret, cheerfully declared, "If it's okay with you, I
liked to go in here for a few minutes."
"Sure..." Kelly replied, as her wife grasped her hand, and
began to lead her into the previously mentioned establishment.
Several minutes later, having asked one of the salesgirls to
double-check not only her bust measurements, but also her waits
and hip measurements as well, Gale pleasantly quipped, "Can you
believe that, Kell. Ever since I turned seventeen, I've been a
34B. Now though, thanks to those magical high heels of yours, I'm
a 36C. Plus, my waist has lost a good two inches. Instead of
being the solid twenty-five inches that it's been for years, it's
shrunk down to a very trim twenty-three inches. Likewise my hips,
which, if I remember correctly, were somewhere in the neighborhood
of thirty-two inches, have expanded to very shapely thirty-four
inches..."
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An hour or so later, as they sat waiting for one of the shoe
store's salesgirls to return to showroom with the several pair of
shoes that Gale had asked to try on, a somewhat curious Kelly felt
compelled to inquiry, "Hey. What gives here? I thought you hated
wearing heels?"
"I do."
"Okay... Well, if that's the case, what's going on? I mean,
you do realize that both the boots and shoes that you asked to see
all have heels, don't you?"
"Well, of course I do, Kell. That's exactly why I picked
them."
"Oh. Now I'm really confused. Why on earth are you even
considering getting anything with heels, given the fact that
you've made it perfectly clear to me that you hate anything with a
heel over an inch or so?"
With a clear sense of consternation ringing in her voice,
Gale countered, "Because..."
Not to be daunted, Kelly snapped, "That 'because' of yours
ain't going to cut it, Gale. Come on. You've got me intrigued.
So, fess up. Why the change of heart?"
"Well... if you must know, Kell, I guess you could say that I
guess I'm a little envious of you, and how well you manage getting
around in those stiletto heel bad boys of yours, not to mention
how down right sexy they make you look."
"Yeah... You're right. They do add something to the overall
package, now don't they? Plus, you could say that they give me
that little bounce to the ounce that tends to turn guys' heads."
"They most certainly do." Gale concurred, as the salesgirl
reappeared with several shoeboxes stacked up in her arms.
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"So, how do those new boots of yours feel?" Kelly inquired as
she and Gale exited the shoe store.
"Oddly enough, they feel fine."
"Are your toes all scrunched together?"
"No. My toes don't feel pinched at all. Actually, these
boots are very comfortable."
"And, the heels aren't giving you any trouble?"
"No. Why, does it look like I'm having trouble?"
"No." Kelly replied. "You seem to be handling them just
fine."
"Good. I'm glad to hear that.
"Tell you what, Kell, if I find that I can handle these
chunky three inch heels, maybe in a month or so, I'll go whole hog
and purchase a pair of four inchers, something more along the
lines of those spike heels of yours..."
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Arriving home from work the following Wednesday, Gale
gleefully called out as she entered their house, "Hey Dennis.
Where are you? I've got something I really want you to see."
"I'm upstairs, honey. Be down in a sec."
"Well hurry up." Gale enthusiastically encouraged. "This is
something that you really need to see."
A few minutes later, as Dennis reached the bottom of the
steps, he casually said, "Okay. So, go ahead. Show me whatever
it is you want to show me."
"Take a look at my heels." Gale giddily directed, as she
stepped into the center of their living room.
"Oh. So, I take it that you went out and bought yourself a
pair of stiletto heels while you where at lunch today."
"You'd think that, wouldn't you? But, the truth of the
matter is I didn't buy them today."
"Alright, so I guess one of your co-workers either gave them
to you, or lent them to you?"
"Wrong again."
"Okay. I'll bite. So, where and when did you get them?"
Instead of answering her husband's question, Gale coyly
replied, "Now, I know you're not going to believe this, but you
were with me when I purchased them."
"Bullshit! Contrary to what you might believe, I'll have you
know that I was never with you when you bought those shoes."
"Oh, yes you were." Gale was enjoying the game.
"Oh, no I wasn't." Dennis aggressively countered. Then, in
move to cover himself in the remote chance he was wrong, Dennis
continued on to add, "And, if I was there, like you claim I was,
would you please tell me when, exactly, did you buy 'em?"
"Just last Saturday, when the two of us were over at the
mall."
"That's crazy. I mean, while it is true that you bought a
couple pairs of chunky, moderately heeled pumps, plus that pair of
boots, you never purchased a pair of stiletto heels."
"What can I say, Den? When you're right, you're right. I
didn't buy a pair of stiletto heels.
"Now, before you go getting your shorts all in a wad over
this, how 'bout I explain what's going on here." Gale offered.
"Please do."
"You see dear, I really did buy these shoes last Saturday,
only they don't look the same now as they did then."
"Huh. What are you saying, Gale? Are you trying to tell me
that they've up and changed the way they look?"
"Yes. That's exactly what I am trying to tell you.
"You see, Den, as crazy as it might sound, this morning these
high heels were the black pair of chunky heeled pumps that I
bought last Saturday."
"So, what you're saying is: they somehow changed during the
course of the day?"
"Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying."
"How's that possible?"
Throwing the question right back at her husband, Gale
demanded, "How's anything that 's been happening to the two of us
possible? How can you, a guy, turn yourself into a woman? How
can you not only assume the appearance of any reasonably
attractive woman you want, but also attire your feminine form in
anything that over-sexed, lecherous male mind of yours can
concoct? How can I, a fairly attractive woman, end up looking as
terrific as I do now? How can a dildo not only feel, but also
function just like a real guy's 'thing'? How can you and I
experience both male and female orgasms concurrently? How can you
explain the massive amounts of cum that gets shot up inside of the
two of us?"
"Okay. Okay." a somewhat browbeaten Dennis stammered. "I
get your point. Basically, what you're saying is that my heels'
magic has to be at the root of all of this?"
"Well, if it's not that, how else are you going to explain
it?"
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A short while later, as the two of them sat at the kitchen
table eating dinner, Dennis' curiosity got the best of him, "So,
tell me, honey. When did you first become aware that your shoes
had up and changed on you?"
"Some time around ten o'clock, or there abouts. I had just
refilled my coffee cup and was on my way back to my desk when a
co-worker of mine called me into her cubicle. So anyhow, after we
talked for a could of minutes, she proceeds to ask me where I
purchased my high heels, intimating that she would like to get a
pair just like them. Well, even as I'm telling her, for some
reason or another, I look down, only to come to the stark
realization that shoes I'm wearing look nothing like the shoes
that I put on this morning."
"I bet that threw you for a loop," Dennis chuckled.
"Oh, yeah. It most certainly did."
"So, since you haven't as yet taken them off, I would suspect
that they're fairly comfortable."
"The truth is, dear, they are the most comfortable shoes I've
even worn, bar none."
"So, I gather that there's a good chance that you'll be
wearing high heels quite a bit from here on out."
"I hadn't thought of it until you just now mentioned it. But
yeah, I probably will at that..."
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