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The Rings of Trust-The Beginning By Allen W. Writer's note: I am hoping to create a new-shared universe and have therefore placed the rules for the Rings of Trust at the end of the story. It is my hope that there are some authors out there who might find the concept of the Rings of Trust to be interesting enough to write a story or stories using them as the plot device. If you are interested in writing a Rings of Trust story and wish to contact me, I can be reached at [email protected]. I would also like to credit two stories that inspired me to write this tale. The first is SRU:Going Through Some Changes written by Morpheus, and the second is The Inheritance written by Xyzzy. I would like to thank Steve Zink for editing the story. I was bored out of my mind one Saturday morning and decided to head down to the mall just for a change of pace. I stopped off at the local video games store, did some widow shopping, checked out the various attractive women who were walking around the mall, but still I was bored. I was about to leave when I spotted a new store call Spells R Us and decided to check it out. "Hello Matt!" an old man wearing what looked like an old bathrobe said as I entered the store. "Hi!" I said, trying to remember if I knew this guy from somewhere, but I couldn't place his face. I was thinking he might have been my friend Tom's grandfather I met last year at Thanksgiving. "I am not Tom's grandfather," the old man said. "This is a magic shop, I'm a wizard and I can read minds." "Really?" I said skeptically. "What number am I thinking of?" "Seven and a half," he replied. Lucky guess, I thought. "What was my third grade teacher's name?" "Mrs. Jones," he said, sounding a little irritated. That was weird. "What was my first pet's name?" "Fishy the fish." This was too cool to believe. "What's my favorite..." I started to say when he interrupted me. "We can keep this up all day, but I have a business to run. You're twenty-five years old for goodness sakes, you're in a magic shop where you can get any number of amazing things and you want me to tell you your favorite color is green." I looked at the guy in utter amazement. "Sorry," I said in awe. The old man smiled warmly. "Look, Matt, I'm really sorry. I've been having a really bad day. I got this huge shipment of rings the other day and... that's not really important. I want to make it up to you and since customer satisfaction is one of my top priorities, I'm going to practically give you a very special set of rings." "What do they do?" I asked, intrigued. "You have friends that you completely trust, don't you?" he asked. "Don't answer, I already know. There's Greg, Linda, and of course, Tom. Others as well, but these rings need to be used with someone whom you trust completely." The old man pulled out two rings from behind the cabinet, one silver and one gold, and placed them in front of me. "What do they do?" I asked, looking down at the two rings. "Okay, I'll make this simple. Think of the gold ring as a transmitter and the silver as receiver. Whoever is wearing the gold ring can transform the body of whoever is wearing the silver ring in whatever way they so desire. Once the silver ring is put on, it cannot be taken off until the gold ring is slipped on the finger of the opposite hand of the person wearing the silver ring, then the silver can be taken off, followed by the gold. And never, never put both rings on the same finger of the same hand." "Why not?" "Any number of a hundred things could happen if that was done. Putting the rings together would be like mixing matter and anti-matter together, but instead of an explosion you get a unique magic release that could have any number of consequences." "What type of consequences?" "Just don't do it and you won't have to worry about it. Consider yourself warned," he said sinisterly. "Can a person who has the silver ring on one hand and the gold on the other, change themselves?" I asked. "No, that would be like the Ring of Change and I am still working out the bugs on that one. With these rings, the one wearing the gold one, decides what happens to the one wearing the silver one, and that is why you have to trust the person who is wearing the gold one. Hence the name of these rings: the rings of trust." "How much?" "For you, Matt, five dollars apiece." "Deal," I replied. * * * I drove home with the two rings in my pocket and wondered who I would call to try them out on. By the time I got home I had decided on Linda. I would have picked Tom, but he had moved and was some three hours away now. And as for Greg, for some reason I just couldn't trust him if I was wearing the silver one. Don't get me wrong, I did complete trust Greg, but having someone have that type of control over you was a whole new level of trust. Linda was an ex- girlfriend of mine from high school. We broke up when we went to different colleges, but we had stayed close friends. And now years later, we were the best of friends, even though her new boyfriend really wasn't too fond of her being close to me. That lead to a little friction between her boyfriend Kevin and myself, but strangely enough, that only seemed to strengthen our friendship. I couldn't think of anyone I trusted more in the world than Linda. When I got home I decided before I called Linda to test the rings. I slid the silver ring on my right hand ring finger and tried to take it right off, but it wouldn't budge. Expecting this, but still slightly surprised, I slid the gold ring on my right hand and then removed the silver ring, followed by the gold ring. It actually worked, at least it being stuck on my finger. I quickly called Linda and asked her to come over. When she got here I told her all about the guy in the mall, the rings, that the silver one would get stuck, and that the other person could change you in whatever way that they wanted. To which she of course said... "You're crazy! That is the strangest story I have ever heard in my life. You really expect me to believe that?" "It's all true," I said defensively, although I knew that is what she was going to say. "And you want to try this thing out on me?" she said with a sarcastic smile. "Matt, that old guy totally scammed you." "Okay, then," I said, slipping the silver ring off my right hand; I still wore the gold on my left. "Here, put this on," I said holding it out to her. "Okay," she answered, reaching for the ring, but I pulled it away from her. "But when you see that it works," I said slyly, "you let me change you in any way I want. And you don't hold a grudge for how I change you." "Deal!" she said, snatching the ring out of my hand. "But when this doesn't work, you'd better be ready to hear about how gullible you are for the rest of your life," she said as she slipped it on her finger. "I can't believe you let a crazy old man persuade you into buying a magic set of rings. Luckily he didn't sell you some magic beans to go with the rings." "Are you finished?" I asked patiently. "Yeah. I feel better now," she said, smiling happily. "Good. Let's see, first test is, let's see if you can take off the ring," I said, glad that I had tested this before I had called her. I watched as she first gently tried to pull the ring off her finger, and then as she roughly began to tug at it. "Hey! This stupid thing is stuck," she said as she continued to try and remove the ring. "I told you that's what would happen. Now, let's see... what to change first," I said as I looked her up and down. "This is ridiculous, there is no way that... ouch," she said, reaching up to her chest. "My bra is pinching me all of a sudden." Which of course was true, as I had just increased her breast size from a lovely 34B to an enormous 36D. I guess I should describe Linda in a little more detail before I tell you what happened next. She's 5'6", has shoulder length brown hair, light hazel eyes, a lovely face and beautiful figure. And of course until a few minutes before she was a 34B. I myself, since I haven't said, am about 6'1", have short brown hair, green eyes and am in pretty good shape. "What the hell just happened?" she said as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, which apparently relieved the pinching sensation she was experiencing. The form fitting tank top that she was wearing was now straining at the seams. "Why don't you go take a look in the mirror," I said with a smile. She was now staring down at her chest in utter disbelief. "Are you saying... hello... what happened to my voice?" she said in a voice that I knew she wouldn't instantly recognize. I watched as she rushed over to the mirror and stared transfixed. "Pretty neat," I said, admiring the other changes I had made to her hair and face. "You made me look like Marilyn Monroe!" she said in Marilyn's voice. "Well, only in the face. I realized when I changed your... uh..." I pointed at her chest. "That your clothes don't change with you, so I just changed your head. Wouldn't want to rip your pants or anything. And Marilyn was a C cup I think, and you're now a little bigger," I said smugly. "So who's gullible now?" "Change me back," she pleaded in Marilyn's sexy voice. "But I thought I would change you into a green love slave from Star Trek," I said with a laugh. "Now." I could tell she was starting to get pissed, and I didn't want the image in my head of an angry Marilyn Monroe screaming at me for the rest of my life, so I changed her back to normal. "Thanks." A note of relief was obvious in her voice as she reached back and hooked her bra into place. "I'm sorry about that. I just wanted to prove to you that it really worked. And after giving me such a hard time, I just wanted to make it a little more fun for me." "Can I have the gold ring now?" I handed her the gold ring and she slipped it on the ring finger of her opposite hand, then took off the silver ring and then the gold one. "Okay, your turn!" she said, handing me the silver ring. "No, I don't think so. I want you to cool down a little before I put that on. Remember, you said I could change you in any way I wanted to prove that it worked and that you wouldn't hold a grudge." "Okay," she said reluctantly. "But remember, they're called the rings of trust, so you'll have to trust me some time." "So what should we do with these rings?" I asked. * * * After waiting for a full hour, Linda and I decided to try the rings again. We flipped a coin, which seemed the only fair way to see who went first and I reluctantly put on the ring, now anticipating the worst. Linda looked at me and smiled, then I felt a strange tingle run through my body and I felt changed. "Cool! I'm Brad Pitt now," I said, looking at the reflection in the mirror. The tingling sensation then ran through my body again and I was now looking at Johnny Depp from the movie Pirates of the Caribbean. "I'm Captain Jack something or other," I said. "Sparrow," Linda interjected. "Whatever. My turn." After swapping the rings around, I turned Linda first into a young Jennifer Connell and then Claudia Black from the show Farscape. As the day went on we began calling the person wearing the silver ring 'the victim'. I ended up as William Shatner one time, so I paid her back by making her Rosie O'Donnell. I know, it was really mean and I changed her right back. We then made idealized versions of ourselves per the victim's requests. She gave me the body of a swimmer, with a killer washboard stomach, tanned body and blonde hair. I gave her a lean body, which was very tone, but still had plenty of curves. She wanted a really short haircut, which I gave her, but I didn't really care for it that much and told her so. "Hey, I want to try something," Linda said, giving me the silver ring, which I slid on my finger and then felt the strange tingling centralized just around my head. "What did you do?" I asked as I headed for the mirror. "I just wanted to see how the haircut looked from the back." I gasped in surprise as I saw Linda's head in place of my own. "I look weird with your head on my body," I said, touching my face in wonder. "But I still sound like myself." "Yeah, I only changed your head, so your vocal cords are still the same." I felt another tingle around my head. I still had Linda's face, but now had a blonde, curly Marilyn Monroe hairstyle. "Hey," I said, turning to Linda. "This is looking a bit like payback from when I changed your head into Marilyn's earlier." "I just wanted to see what I would look like with her hair," she said innocently, and then I felt my hair change again and I had long flowing red hair. "And now I can see what I would look like with red hair." "This still seems like payback." "Well, if you want payback," she said with a wicked smile, "I could change you into a perfect copy of me and then I could look at a hundred different hairstyles." "Don't you dare!" I said in a panic. Linda laughed, then said, "You should see the look on your... I mean my face. Like I would really castrate you." "Well, thanks for that. Now just change me back to normal," I said nervously. "In a few minutes. I wanted to see how I looked with some different hairstyles first." Linda started to drive me crazy as we went from one hairstyle to another. Different lengths, different colors, let's just say I got bored quickly, but I was at least grateful I wasn't a girl. After about ten minutes she changed me back to normal and gave me the gold ring. We called it a night after that and she went home, although we were going to continue playing around with the rings at her house tomorrow. * * * In the morning when I was driving over to her house, I stopped off at a swimwear store and had a sales girl there help me pick out a special item for Linda. When I got to Linda's I gave it to her as a gift. "What do you want me to do with this?" she said, looking at the little black string bikini I had bought. "I don't think I would wear that in the house, let alone out on to the beach." "I'm sorry," I said apologetically. "I guess I should have got it in red." We both laughed. "Besides, I gave the sales girl some pretty killer measurements for this bikini, so I think it would probably drive me crazy to see the girl who would fill it, but I was thinking that since I modeled all those hairstyles for you yesterday, that you could model that for me today." "In your dreams, Matt," she said playfully, and tossed the bikini on the kitchen table. Forgetting about the bikini, we spent the next several hours playing around changing into various people on television. Partway through the day Linda asked me if I had considered using the rings to change our genders. She had just been kidding yesterday about her turning me in to a copy of her, but she was now talking about seriously doing it. This was something I hadn't even thought about until then, and after that I wouldn't put on the silver ring for several hours until she promised that she wouldn't change me into a girl. That just sounded too freaky. I asked her if she wanted to be turned into a guy and she said she probably would, but just not today. I was glad that her looser boyfriend Kevin was out of town for few days, but all good things come to and end and he was coming home tomorrow afternoon. They had only been going out for about a month, but he had already totally monopolized all of her time. He had the whole bad boy thing going for him, with tattoos down his arms and on his back, a muscular build and the unwashed dress sense of a cross between a biker and a musician. I know he even had some troubles with the law. It really made no sense unless you knew about Linda's life growing up. Her mother died when she was very young and so her father raised her single handedly. He'd had run-ins with the law and had a serious drinking problem that Linda couldn't deal with, so on her eighteen birthday she finally washed her hands of him. A few years later her father died while driving home from the bar drunk and Linda blamed herself for not being there for him. It was shortly after that that Linda just started dating troubled young guys who seemed on a course of self-destruction. I was sure she was trying to make up for not being able to save her father, by saving some deadbeat's life, the only problem was that none of the guys she dated ever wanted to be saved and she usually ended up getting hurt. And Kevin was her biggest challenge so far. Over the last month I hadn't really gotten to see much of her at all, and I was having so much fun with her now. I was sorry to see that it was going to have to come to an end for a while. He was such a hothead and was really jealous. I'm sure he would flip if he knew I spent the last few days hanging out with 'his woman'. We went out to dinner that night in our idealized forms and got a lot of admiring stares from people. I think if either of us had been alone, we could have picked up anyone we wanted from the bar. We had a couple of margaritas with dinner and were both feeling a little tipsy by the time we were ready to go. I guess my idealized body didn't hold its alcohol as well as my normal one. We decided to play it safe and call a cab to take us to Linda's so we could change back. We had left the rings in a secret hiding place at Linda's apartment. It was a fake hollowed out book where she hid her birth certificate, extra credit cards and other things of importance. After we got the rings, she put on the silver one and I changed her back to normal. As I looked at her I couldn't help but realize how beautiful she was, just her normal self. It might have been the alcohol or that I now realized that I truly trusted her more than anyone else on the planet, but I knew that I loved her. "What?" Linda said hesitantly. I realized that I was now just staring at her. "I..." started to say, but didn't know what how to continue. I could tell by the look on her face that she had an idea of what I might be saying, and she cut me off before I could say something that both of us might regret in the morning. "Here, give me that," she said, sliding the gold ring off my finger and within a moment she was handing me the silver ring. "Here, put this on." I did. She led me into the bedroom. Once in there, she had me take off my socks and pull my shirt over my head. She next undid my pants and slid them off me as I lay down in her bed wearing just my boxers. "I can go sleep on the couch," I said, still slightly buzzed, but trying to get up. "I'll sleep on the couch, you just go to sleep," she replied, and then I felt the familiar tingle again and knew that I must be back to my normal body. Within seconds I was asleep. * * * I was having a nice dream in which Linda and I were running along the beach in Hawaii, when I heard what sounded like a crash in the other room, which instantly woke me up. "Who the fuck have you been seeing?" I heard a man's voice shouting. "Johnny said some fucker's car was parked here all day yesterday and that you came home last night with some guy." "Kevin, please just calm down and let me explain," I could hear Linda say in a raised voice that held a hint of fear in it. I sat frozen in the bed. I scanned the floor for my clothes, but didn't see them anywhere. Linda must have put them up somewhere and I here I was, wearing nothing but my boxers in her bed. If Kevin came into the room now he would flip out and probably try to kill me. I slowly started to get up, planning to hide in the bathroom. "Don't you dare tell me to calm down! You have some guy in here, and when I find him, he is dead," I heard him shout from the other room. "Kevin, don't go in there. Let me explain first," I heard from just on the other side of the door. "Get the fuck out of my way, or so help me God..." At first I was afraid and was planning to run, but it sounded like Kevin might be about to hurt Linda, so I froze in my tracks. I was just about to got out into the living room and confront him when I heard Linda's voice from the other side of the door. "All right, go in, but you're going to feel really foolish in a minute," she said, but there was still a hint of fear in her voice. I felt that strange, but now familiar tingling spreading across my body again. It instantly occurred to me what Linda must be doing. She was giving me back my idealized body or probably something even better, maybe the body of a professional wrestler or a linebacker. I would easily wipe the floor with Kevin in just a second. The tingling continued, but it somehow felt different than before. I felt as if I were shrinking and I got the strangest sensation as I felt the hair on my head rapidly grow and fall well below my naked shoulders. I instantly looked down and saw two large breasts just finish expanding out of my chest. In a panic I slid my hand down the front of my boxers and grabbed for my cock but felt it instantly shrivel and retract within me, leaving me with what was now obviously a vagina. Just then the door kicked open and either out of fear or shock, I screamed a shrill, and very obviously female, scream. "Oh, Jesus!" Kevin said in surprise when he saw me. I wasn't sure if he was surprised by the scream or by the sight of a half naked woman where he thought he was going to find a man, but he stopped and just stared. It only took me a second to realized that A, he no longer had any intention of beating the crap out of me, and that B, I was now a woman who was mostly naked standing in front of a leering 6'3", muscular, tattooed man of questionable morality. "Get out!" I screamed as I snatched a blanket up off the bed and held it in front of myself. "Sorry," Kevin said, but continued to stare at me with his cold, hazel eyes in an uncomfortable way for a few more seconds and then he closed the door. I couldn't hear what was being said in the other room and at that moment didn't really care. I slowly slid my hand up under the blanket to my chest. Breasts. Soft and slightly yielding to the touch, but very firm at the same time. Unmistakable. I had breasts. My feet led me over to the mirror on their own volition. I stood looking at the 'woman' staring back at me. She was gorgeous. No wonder Kevin just stared at me. She was... I was breathtaking. She stood about 5'4", had long, golden blonde hair that spilled over her shoulders. Her face was almost angelic in its beauty. She had crystal sky blue eyes that seemed to sparkle and beautiful pouting lips that were made for kissing. Her nose was absolutely lovely, and her complexion was flawless. I let the blanket that I had covered myself with drop to the floor and I gasped at what I saw in the mirror. She had a beautiful figure, very hourglass in its shape, but toned and defined. The smooth, silky white skin was flawless. I was mesmerized by her perfect breasts, they were absolute magnificent. They had to have been 36D's. They seemed to float in the air above her thin rib cage, which tapered down to her ridiculously thin waist, and then flared out to her round, sexy, childbearing hips. Her thighs looked supple and her legs were breathtakingly beautiful. "Oh my god," I whispered in an unfamiliar feminine voice. "That's me?" I picked up the blanket and wrapped it around myself again. I was officially freaked out, but I was starting to get a handle on it. I had changed a number of times in the last couple of days and this was just another form, like William Shatner or Brad Pitt, only with breasts, and a body and face that would drive most men wild. Okay, so not like either of them, but still just another body and I could change back when Linda had a chance to change me. "Matt?" Linda whispered, and I jumped. I hadn't even noticed that she had come into the room and closed the door. "Are you okay?" "I think so," I answered, looking up at her. "I'm sorry I had to do that, but I didn't know what else to do. I thought Kevin might kill you if he found you in here as yourself." "I understand. Is he gone?" I asked, but could hear the noise from a television turning on in the other room. "No. He's going to watch television, so we're going to have to leave to get you changed back." "Okay, where are my clothes?" "Matt... uh..." Linda started to say. "Right," I whispered. "I mean, what do you have that I can wear?" "Well, I sort of told Kevin that we were going to the beach, so all I have that will fit you is this," she said, handing me the black string bikini that I had bought her the day before. "What?!" I replied, looking at her wide-eyed. "Why?" "Well, when he was about to come in here and I knew I had to change you into someone he wouldn't be threatened by, I saw the bikini on the table and remembered you wanted an idealized woman to fill it, so I concentrated on what I thought you would think was the perfect woman." "But why are we going to the beach?" I asked. "I was explaining to Kevin that you are my friend Karen, and that you stayed the night last night so we could go out today and when he saw the bikini on the table, the destination just sort of turned into going to the beach." "But you have to have something else that I can wear besides this," I said, holding up the two seemingly ridiculously small pieces of cloth. "Look, I have your house keys. We'll walk out the front door, get in my car and drive straight to your place, where I'll change you back to normal. You'll be you again in less than half an hour. So just put this on and we'll get going. I even have some flip-flops that you can wear." "Great. You have shoes," I sulked. "Come on, let's get you dressed and get you home." I got up and let the towel drop to the floor. I dropped my boxers and slipped on the bikini bottom, trying as best I could to ignore my new sex. As I pulled on the bikini bottom I found out that it was really little more than a thong that seemed to ride up my ass. Linda then helped me on with the top, which fit snuggly onto what I now considered my massively large breasts. The top managed to pull my breasts together into a mountain range of cleavage. "Can't you make them a little smaller?" I whined to Linda as she got me the flip-flops. "Not really. The top was made for large breasts, but more importantly, Kevin saw you pretty clearly and I don't want to give him anything more to be suspicious about. Besides, you'll be back to normal in twenty minutes tops," Linda said as she collected some things to make it look like we were going to the beach. "All right," I said reluctantly. I looked in the mirror and was again shocked. I was gorgeous. The small amount of clothes I now wore made me look even more provocative than I had when I had been naked. "I had better start calling you Karen, until we get out of here," Linda said as we where heading to the bedroom door. "Whatever," I said, resolved to just get through the next twenty minutes. "If it makes you feel any better, 'Karen', you look fabulous," Linda said, reaching for the door knob. "It doesn't." When we opened the door I felt my heart sink in my chest. Kevin was standing by the front door with an ice chest, a couple of folding chairs and a beach towel. He was wearing swim trunks and a tank top. He took one look at me in the black bikini I wore, his eyes looked me up and down, paused for a lengthy time on my chest, and then he whistled. "Come on, girls," he said, picking up the ice chest and chairs. "Where do you think you're going?" Linda questioned. "To the beach with the two of you." "You're not going with us... we're... uh... having a girls' day out," Linda argued. "Like hell. You're not going anywhere without me," Kevin said sternly. I watched helplessly as the two of them argued, Linda saying how she never seemed to have any space and Kevin saying how he wanted to be at the beach to make sure no weirdos would start hitting on his girlfriend. In the end I knew what was going to happen. "Okay, let's get going," Kevin said as he picked up the ice chest and chairs, and carried them down to the car. "Matt, I am so sorry," Linda whispered after Kevin had left. "We'll go to the beach and then I'll say that I have a stomach ache and will come back here and then I'll drive you home and change you back." I had seen Karen do her best to try to get Kevin to just let the two of us go off on our own, but he wouldn't hear of it. Now I was committed to prancing around the beach in the body of a blonde sex goddess wearing nothing but a minimal bikini and there was nothing I could do about it. * * * I felt as if every set of eyes on Venice Beach were looking at me as we walked out onto the sand. I never in my life felt so utterly exposed as I did as I walked toward the ocean that morning. For all intents and purposes I might as well have been naked, wearing what I was wearing now. The whole time we were there I kept catching Kevin staring at me. Checking out my ass, ogling my boobs. He even winked at me a couple of times. "Hey, Linda," Kevin said, sitting in the folding chair, "can you go get me a soda?" "Why don't you get it yourself?" she told him as she was shaking the sand off the beach towel. "You're already up and I'm comfortable. Come on, babe," he charmed. Linda seemed irritated, but then turned to me. "Karen, you want to come with me?" "Uh, no thanks," I said as I sat with my knees in front of me, hoping in vain that they were hiding my boobs to some extent. I didn't want to go with Linda and have to walk through another crowd of people staring at me to get to the snack bar and then have to come back again. "All right," Linda replied, walking off. "I'll be right back." Kevin got up from his chair and got a tube of sunscreen out of Linda's bag and squirted some into his hands. "Here, let me rub some sunscreen on you," he said, and put his hands on my back without permission. He massaged the suntan lotion around my back for some time. At first I tensed up and wanted to scream at the way this jerk was touching me, but as his hands moved around my body I suddenly started feeling more and more relaxed. My shoulders started to relax a little and to my shame I think I even moaned once while he was rubbing the lotion on my back. Sitting behind me he started massaging his hands down around my waist and before I knew what was happening he had slid his hands up to my breasts and was squeezing them. "What the fuck?" I snapped, and pulled away from him. "Oops, sorry. Got carried away," he said smiling innocently, but I could tell from the bulge in his swim trunks that he loved every minute of touching me. "Don't tell Linda about this, okay?" I really hated this guy, and at that moment I was so creeped out I didn't know what to say. Linda showed up with his soda a short time later. "Thanks, love," he said charmingly and took a drink, but looked at me cautiously. "I'm not feeling too well," Linda finally said, and within a few minutes we were heading home. Linda told Kevin that she would take me home when we got back to her place, but Kevin said since she wasn't feeling well he would take me home. The thought of being alone in the car with Kevin freaked me out so I spoke up and said that they could drop me off on their way home. Linda looked at me with surprise, since I couldn't give Kevin directions to my house, but I gave her a knowing glance and gave him directions to an apartment complex just down the street from my place. "Thanks for the 'fun' day," I told them as I got out of the car. "Want me to walk you to your place?" Kevin said eagerly, to which Linda just gave him a dirty look. "No thanks. I'm good," I said, and gave Linda a stern look. "I'll be up in my place in no time, and I think I'll change into something more comfortable, in say about twenty minutes." Linda nodded her head in understanding and glanced down at the gold ring she wore on her finger. She gave me a quick hug, and then Kevin gave me a long tight hug in which I felt my new firm breasts being smashed into his chest. Finally they drove away and I hurried toward my apartment complex with the keys in my hand. I tried to jog, but in my new body and being dressed as I was, I decided to keep it to a quick walk. I received several catcalls as I walked down the street, but was grateful when I saw my complex. I hurried up the stairs to my apartment, my boobs bouncing around as I did so, and just as I opened the door to my place, I felt the familiar tingling sensation starting to spread across my body. As quick as I could I pulled off the bikini top and was sliding the bottoms off when I felt my body begin to change. Before I could even register all of the changes happening, I was back to my old self. I slid my hands over my body and sighed with relief at being normal again. I set the accursed and uncomfortable bikini on the kitchen table and got dressed in my own clothes, which had never felt more comfortable. I looked down at the stupid silver ring that I still wore, had to wear until I could get the gold one back from Linda. There was nothing I could do until I heard from Linda, so I started watching TV. An hour must have passed before Linda finally called. "Hello?" "Matt, I am so sorry," Linda said, sounding very upset. "What's the matter? Are you okay?" "Not really. I just broke up with Kevin. I just couldn't deal with him anymore. His jealously, his demeaning behavior, his shady friends, and I'm pretty sure that he had been cheating on me," she said, sounding very upset. I had wanted to tell her about the way he had felt me up, but she beat me to the punch. "And I saw how he was touching you when he thought I couldn't see you two." "I'm sorry," I said, not knowing if I should be embarrassed or humiliated. "Don't be," she said sternly. "It wasn't your fault. I saw what he did. That was actually the straw that broke the camel's back, as it were. I even told him so." "I don't know what to say. I have never been the other woman before," I joked. "Heck, until today I had never even been a woman at all." Linda lightheartedly laughed and said, "I am so sorry about today." There was a click sound on the phone. "Hang on, I have another call." Then there was a louder click and Linda was gone. After a minute she returned. "I wish I hadn't picked up that call," she said, annoyed. "Kevin?" I asked. "No. They need me at work right now. Sharon called in sick, and I'm the only waitress they can get to cover tonight," she answered, really irritated. "But I really need the money right now, so I have to go. I'll hide the gold ring in my secret hiding spot to make sure it's safe, and we'll see what kind of trouble we can get into tomorrow. I'll even let you turn me into a guy for the day," she said with a smile in her voice. "And maybe..." I hesitated. "Maybe I'll let you turn me in to a girl again." And then I added, "Just so long as we don't go to the beach." She laughed, and said she had to go. I spent the rest of the day watching TV, not really doing much of anything. It must have been around seven o'clock when I heard a knock on my door. Opening the door, I was shocked to see Kevin standing in my doorway. "This is for you," he said, throwing a small book up toward my face. I reflexively brought my hands up to block it from hitting my face, and as I did this Kevin stepped forward and punched me in the stomach. I stumbled backwards and fell over my coffee table and landed with a thud. "Get... the fuck... out!" I gasped, holding my stomach. "That's for fucking my girlfriend," Kevin replied, closing the front door. "I haven't slept with Linda," I said, catching my breath. At least I hadn't slept with her since we broke up years before, I thought. "Now, get out or I'll call the cops," I said, trying to get to my feet. "You're not calling anyone," he said, holding up his fist to my face. My eyes caught sight of the gold ring that was on his ring finger. I looked at him in sheer terror, and he smiled and said," Trust me... you... are not calling anyone." I felt the familiar tingle spreading over my body and within an instant it subsided. Kevin glared at me angrily, and I was afraid to see what I looked liked. "I can't believe it," Kevin said, looking down at me in fury. "It really was you the whole time." He reached down, grabbed a hold of my right arm and effortlessly yanked me to my feet. He shoved me forward and I stumbled over my now baggy and awkwardly fitting clothes. Kevin caught my arm roughly and forced me over to a nearby mirror to look at my reflection. I already knew what I would see, but I was still shocked to see the beautiful face of the sexy blonde wet-dream that I had been earlier that day. "So, Matt, or should I say Karen, you're not calling anyone," Kevin said. "Please, Kevin, I didn't mean to-" I started to say. "What? Fuck my girlfriend?! Or get Linda to dump me?" "What?" I answered, confused. "She told me how she dumped me because I was hitting on her friend Karen, which turned out to be you," he said angrily. "That's not my fault," I said fearfully. "Right. The way you were teasing me all afternoon with that hot little body you now have. If I had known you were a guy I never would have touched you at all. And I bet you have been laughing about this all day, haven't you?" "No, I-" I started to say. "Well, now it's payback time," he said. He caught sight of the bikini on the table, picked it up with a sneer and then tossed it at me. "Put this on!" "Why?" "Just do it," he said, glaring at me. I was terrified and didn't know what to do, but I didn't think doing whatever he said was a good idea. "No," I said fearfully, standing my ground. I felt the strange tingle run through my body and gasped in horror as I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. For the briefest instant I was myself again, but then my flesh rippled and warped. Open, oozing soars appeared on my face, some of my teeth receded from sight, my hair disappeared in clumps and my nose shriveled and twisted into a deformed lump. I was beyond hideous. I tried to talk, but all that came out of my mouth were unintelligible sounds and I quickly realized that I no longer had a tongue. I looked over at Kevin in terror, and he just smiled. "Maybe I'll just take this ring and go toss it in the trash somewhere," he said, heading toward the front door. "Whaaaa?" I managed to mumble, and shook my head no. "All right, freak boy. Are you going to do what you are told?" Kevin said smugly. I didn't know what else to do. If he threw the ring away I would be trapped as I was now, forever. I reluctantly nodded my head. "Now, put that on!" he said, pointing at the bikini, and then I felt the tingling sensation again. I had once again become the sexy blonde. "Why are you doing this?" I pleaded, and then reached for the silver ring I wore and tried to pull it off my finger. I strained my hardest, but the ring wouldn't move. "Don't waste you time, Karen," Kevin said, picking up the little book he had thrown at me earlier. "I know all about the rules of the ring from this." I looked at the book, and saw that it was Linda's diary. "Can you believe that she wrote all about the rings in there?" Kevin said. "I went over to talk to her, but when she wasn't home, I used my spare key to get in and checked her diary. She didn't have anything for today yet, but yesterday she went on and on about you and your magic rings. You wouldn't believe how surprised I was when I checked her 'secret hiding place' and found she had hidden the gold ring there. And that's when I remembered that Karen had been wearing a silver ring, so from there it was easy to figure out who Karen really had to be. Now, put that on." I picked up the bikini and headed for the bedroom. "Where do you think you're going?" Kevin asked angrily. "To change," I said, defeated. "Do it right here," he said coldly. I stood looking at him, hatred glaring from my eyes, but then I reluctantly pulled my shirt up and over my head. "Damn!" Kevin said as I dropped the shirt to the floor and stood before him topless. I reached for the bikini top. "No! Take everything off first before you start to put anything on," he said with more than a hint of lust in his voice. My hands trembled as I unbuttoned my pants. I slid both my pants and underwear to the floor. Pulling my legs free, I now stood in front of Kevin completely naked. I reached down to pick up the bikini bottom. "Stop!" Kevin snapped. "Did I say you could get dressed yet?" I shook my head no. My face flushed with a combination of both rage and shame. "Can I get dressed?" Kevin gave a sardonic grin. "Beg me." If I hadn't thought that he would use the ring to turn me into something a hundred times worse than the oozing freak I was before, I would have tried to scratch his eyes out, but the fear of becoming something worse kept me in my place. "May I please put this on?" I reluctantly asked. "No," he said sternly. "Say, 'May I please put this pretty black bikini on my sexy little body?' and say it in a sexy voice." I trembled with fear and anger. "May I please put this pretty black bikini on my sexy little body?" I said in the sexist voice I could muster. "God, Matt, you are such a fag. It's a good thing I know you're really a guy in that body and that I'm not a fag, or you might find yourself getting fucked. Now, get dressed and let's get going." I gave him a fearful glance as I quickly slid on the bikini bottom and managed with some effort to get the top on. He watched me intently as I got dressed and I fearfully could tell by the budge in the front of his pants that he liked what he saw. "Come on," he said as he swatted my ass. "Let's get going. We've got things to do." * * * "Where are we going?" I asked as I sat in the passenger seat of Kevin's car. "I told you, we've got some things to do." "Kevin, please listen to me. Linda and I are just friends," I said. "This isn't about you and Linda anymore," Kevin said angrily. "Then why are you doing this?" "You pranced around and teased me all day, making me think you were a chick, but you were just making me look like a fool," he said, the anger in his voice rising. "Making me want to have sex with a guy, and that is just fucking sick." "Kevin, it wasn't like that. It was kind of an accident that Linda changed me into this." "Just shut the fuck up, faggot," Kevin snapped. I was terrified. Kevin was a total nut job, and he had complete control over the shape of my body. Why did Linda have to write all of this down in her damned diary? I didn't have any choice, I had to play along with him until I could get to a phone and then I could call Linda. Maybe she could talk some sense into him. "Here we are," he said, stopping in front of a run down house. "Lets go in and make you semi-legal." It turned out that Kevin had a friend named Benny who lived in the house and made fake ID's. After a couple of quick pictures and about twenty minutes later, I had the best fake ID in town, at least according to Benny. "Karen Moore," Kevin said, looking at the ID. "Nice work, as always." Kevin paid Benny for the ID and we were off in his car again. "You get a lot of fake ID's made there?" I asked as I looked at 'my' driver's license. "They come in handy at times." "Where are we going now?" I asked. "Hey, it's amateur night at the strip club," Kevin said with a big smile. "I figure with your tits and ass, you're a sure bet to win the four hundred dollar prize." I sat there stunned for a moment. "No way!" I told him. "I can't do that. There's no way I can go up in front of a bunch of howling guys and take my clothes off." "Oh, you're going to do it," Kevin said coldly. "And you had better win." "But I wouldn't even know what to do," I said. "Look, if it's a matter of the four hundred dollars, I can get that for you." "It's not about the money. You fooled me into believing that you were a woman and turned me on, so I want to see if you can fool a room full of guys into thinking that you're really a woman, too." "But I'm not a woman, I'm a man," I pleaded. "Enough!" Kevin snapped. "I am sick of your nagging." And then I felt a strange tingle across my face. I tried to talk but something was wrong and I couldn't speak. I touched my face, and to my horror discovered that my mouth was now gone. A muffled scream came from within my throat, but that was the only sound I could make. Panicking, I rapidly began breathing through my nose. "Would you shut the fuck up?" Kevin said. "If you don't, you'll make me really mad." I calmed myself as best I could and sat terrified as we drove on in silence. A short time later we pulled up in front of a sleazy looking strip club and Kevin parked the car. A moment later there was a tingling across my face and my mouth was back again. "What do you want from me?" I whispered fearfully. "To just be a good girl and do as you're told all night long. IF you do that, I will release you. Do you understand?" I nodded my head, too afraid to speak. "Good. Let's go!" * * * "And now for contestant number eight," the announcer said. As I stepped out through the curtain and onto the stage, I couldn't help but hear the last thing that Kevin had said to me still ringing in my ears. "If you don't win the four hundred dollars," he had whispered in my left ear, "we will go out and find ten guys that will fuck you for forty dollars each. Or maybe forty guys who will fuck you for ten dollars each. Do I make myself clear?" I had nodded my head fearfully. I started dancing to the song that Kevin had selected. I moved my body as provocatively as I could as the song 'Dude looks like a lady' blared all around me. I had never actually gone to a strip club before, but I had watched a special on HBO about strippers and tried my best to remember how they danced. Gyrating as seductively as I could, I danced around the stage. The guys in the audience yipped and hollered as I made my way around the stage. Two hundred pairs of eyes stared at me longingly as I pulled the strings to the bikini top and let it fall to the floor. Whistles and catcalls continued as I danced. I looked out into the audience and saw Kevin sitting at a table near the back of the room. He occasionally looked around the room at the guys' reactions to me, but mostly he just stared at me. Finally I slid my bottom off and the crowd had now fallen somewhat quiet and all the men were just staring at me lustfully. Finally the song came to an end and the crowd clapped and whistled enthusiastically. When I went to pick up my clothes I found a collection of ones, fives and ten dollar bills at my feet. I quickly collected the money and my clothes and then I hurried off the stage. I had never been more ashamed of myself than I felt at the moment when I was picking up the money I had made from taking my clothes off and dancing in front of a bunch of horny guys. "Not bad, Karen," Kevin said as I sat at the table. "Let's have the money." I slid him the hundred and thirty-two dollars I had just collected off the stage. We sat silently watching the next ten girls do their own striptease acts in front of the crowd. As I watched, I saw so many things I could have done to play the crowd better. A lot of the girls were really good dancers and very attractive. I had this sinking feeling that I was going to lose. If I did, I was sure that Kevin really would get ten guys to have sex with me for forty dollars apiece, or worse, forty guys for ten each. That more than anything else made me want to kill him. I thought maybe I could excuse myself, get a knife from the bar under some pretense and then I could stab Kevin before he could change me again. I fantasized how it might go down, but I knew I wouldn't be able to get the ring off his finger and get away before I was caught, and then I would just end up in jail trapped in this body. I had to wait until either he changed me back or I could get a better opportunity. I developed a cold sweat as the dancers continued, until finally the last one finished her set. Finally the man came up to announce the winner. I was so afraid. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to win and have this evening over with. "Our judges have made their decision of the best dancer, and not to mention the hottest piece of ass tonight for the four hundred dollar prize." I felt my heart in my throat as he continued, "The very sexy... contestant number eight!" I think I let out a scream of happiness when I heard the number. I was so happy that this night was almost over and I would soon be back to normal. We went over to the bar where the man said we could pick up the four hundred dollars. A large burly man, that in an odd way reminded me of the club own from Porky's, handed me an envelope with a stack of twenties in it. "Name's Bob," he said sleazily, looking me up and down. "Anytime you want to come back, you are more than welcome. In fact, I am willing to offer you a job right now." "Well, I..." I started to say, but felt the hint of tingle on my body and stopped. Kevin came up and stood next to me. "She'd love too," he said. "This your boyfriend?" Bob asked, eyeing Kevin. "Agent," he answered, and then added, "and can you believe that Karen is single?" "I find it hard to believe that she would ever be single for long," Bob said, meaning it as a complement, but it still sounded dirty somehow. "When can you start?" "How's Wednesday sound?" Kevin replied. "Great. We want to get you some help on how to work the crowd better. You're rough, but with some training you could make a grand a night." "See you on Wednesday," Kevin said with a smile, and then we left the club. It was now sometime after one in the morning as we walked out into the parking lot. "Oh god, I am freezing," I said as the cold air washed over my nearly naked body. "I can tell," Kevin said, looking at my nipples, which were poking against the fabric of my bikini top. I uncomfortably crossed my arms over my chest. "Well, I have to hand it to you, Karen," Kevin said. "You were really great up on that stage. You fooled every guy in that place. Hell, you even got offered a fucking job." "Please, I just want to go home and get changed back to normal," I said. "We'll get to that, but we have one more thing we need to do first." I shivered partly from the cold and partly from fear of wherever Kevin was planning to take me next. * * * "Okay," he said, parking the car. "Here we are." "What are we doing here?" I asked. We were parked in front of some houses just up the street from the beach. "We're going for a walk," Kevin said, getting out of the car. "Now, come on." I opened the door and felt a freezing night breeze blow over me. From the clock in the car I could see that it was almost two in the morning. Reluctantly, I got out of the car and closed the door. "Kevin," I said, my teeth chattering, "I'm freezing." Kevin stopped and gave me a hard look. "God, you ARE a girl," he said, walking over to the trunk of the car and opening it. "Here, take this then," he said, tossing me a blanket. I gratefully grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around myself. I don't think I had ever been so cold in all of my life. My nipples were so erect from the cold that they actually hurt, and I shivered with relief as I finished wrapping the blanket around myself. "Where are we going?" I asked as we walked down toward the beach. "Am I going to have to make your mouth go away again?" he answered, not looking at me. "Or do I have to come up with something even worse?" I shut up and followed him without saying another word. We walked toward the beach and stopped once we got past the deserted parking lot. Kevin looked around for a moment and then smiled. "This spot is perfect," he said, pulling the blanket off my shoulders and laying it on the sand. The cold night air was once again stinging my nearly naked body. I looked around. The light from the parking lot partially illuminated the spot where he had laid the blanket. "Perfect spot for what?" I asked nervously. He smiled at me coldly. "What do you think?" he said, looking me up and down. "Now, wait a minute, Kevin," I said as the realization of what he wanted suddenly hit me. "You can't be serious." "I am very serious, Karen," he said sternly. "But I'm a guy," I said defensively. "I think you've more than proved that not to be true tonight, don't you? I can't believe you thought that I was that much of a homophobe, that I wouldn't want to fuck a hot piece of ass like you. I've just been testing the abilities of the rings tonight, while fucking around with you. Mentally that is, but now let's get down to the physical." I no longer felt the cold night air around me, all I felt was disgust and fear and he just stood there grinning at me. "Now, take off your top and come here." I wanted to run. I wanted die. More than anything I wanted Kevin to drop dead, but all I could do was just stand there in shock. He wanted to fuck me and there was no way that I could prevent it. The things he had done to me earlier with the rings terrified me. I didn't know what else he might come up with if I didn't do exactly as he said. "Please. I don't want to," I said fearfully. "Now!" he said, and I felt a gentle tingle run through my body. Nothing about me changed, but it was enough to remind me that I was completely in Kevin's control. I reached up and pulled the strings to the bikini top that I wore and it fell to the ground. He looked at my breasts and smiled. Slowly, fighting back a wave of nausea, I walked up to him and stood in front of him. "Now, kiss me," he ordered, looking down at me. "Please? I-" I started to beg, but he cut me off. "If don't want to kiss me, how about if you suck my dick?" "I'll kiss you, I'll kiss you," I said frantically, and then I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me and smashed my body against his. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and I tried to return the kiss as best I could. A single tear was running down my cheek as we continued to kiss. I whimpered in protest as I felt his hands on my breasts, roughly foundling them. "Ouch!" I said as he pinched my nipples. "You like that," he said, and then started sucking on one of my nipples. I was in total shock. I felt the alien sensations registering in my brain, but I couldn't process the feelings. Instead, I just stood there frozen. His hands slid down to my ass and he continued to suck on my right nipple. Then he started kissing me again. His hands were moving all over my body, but all I felt was terror. Suddenly he pulled away and glared at me. "You frigid bitch, you had better get into this," he said angrily. "I'm trying," I replied, fighting back another tear. "But I can't." Kevin glared at me for a few seconds. "We'll see about that," he said as an evil smile flashed across his face. Suddenly I felt the tingling sensation spread across my crotch and nipples. Kevin lowered his head and started sucking on my nipple left again. "Oh my god!" I moaned as a wave of pleasure exploded from my left breast. I gasped and panted as Kevin continued to suck on my left nipple and then squeezed the right one with his fingers. "Oh Jesus!" I cried out as the most intense orgasm I had in my life swept throughout my body. I stood there moaning and gasping for air, as the unwanted orgasmic wave seemed to be subsiding, when suddenly another more passionate wave began to flow through me. I had never felt anything like this and all I could do was moan helplessly. "You like that, don't you!" he said, looking at me. "No," I lied. "You want me to stop?" he said, fondling my breast; I could feel another orgasm quickly building. "Y...Yes!" I managed to say before I was again shrieking in pleasure. "Too bad," he said. "We've only just started. Now, take off my pants and suck my dick." I was panting, and fearfully looked up at him. "No," I said, and weakly shook my head back and forth as I tried to recover from my last orgasm. "If you don't get on your knees right now, I'll turn you into something that even a freak show would be afraid to display." "You're a monster!" I said as I unfastened his pants and slid them down. As I did that, he took off his shirt and threw it to the side, while he pulled his legs free of his pants. "You know I love it when you talk dirty, Karen," he said as he pushed my shoulders downward toward his swollen member. He moaned in pleasure as I did what he asked. More tears ran down my face as sat propped up on my knees and continued doing as I was told. I hated him so much for making me do this, and I hated myself for doing it. "Oh God baby! Just like that." He moaned. "You're fucking incredible!" An eternity seemed to pass as I listened to his moans, until he finally pulled me away gasping. "Not just yet," he said, nearly breathless. Then he lay down on the blanket and pulled me down next to him. He started kissing me again and I felt his hands once again on my breasts and another orgasm was starting to build within me. I was again helplessly moaning in pleasure as his hands continued to fondle my breasts. He lowered his mouth down to my right nipple and started sucking roughly. I let out another shriek of pleasure as my body shook with ecstasy. My mind was barely registering the fact that he was pulling down my bikini bottom, as another orgasm shot through my body. He tossed the bottom away as he continued sucking on my breast. "OH MY GOD!" I moaned. "I can't take any more." He looked up at me and smiled, then roughly kissed me, forcing his tongue back into my mouth. Helplessly I returned the kiss, until he pulled away. He was directly on top of me looking down into my eyes. "Now I am going to make a woman out of you," he said as he caressed my nipples. I was intoxicated with the ecstasy of over a dozen orgasms and I could feel another one building, but I didn't want this. I tried to speak, but my voice was failing me. "I want you to beg me for it," he said, smiling down at me. "What?" I asked weakly. "Beg me to fuck you," he said. "You can't even imagine what I might do if you don't." What choice did I really have? As long as he wore that ring, he could change me into anything. "Please fuck me," I said weakly. "Again, and say my name." "Kevin, please fuck me," I said a little louder. "Make it sound dirty, and say it like you mean it," he said, still playing with my nipples. I could feel another orgasm building. "Oh God, Kevin, I want you to fuck me long and hard!" I shouted. "Karen, you are such a little slut," he said, and then plunged himself into me. I felt my body quickly yielding to him and before I could register what was happening I felt him moving inside me. "Oh my God!" I screamed as a titanic orgasm flowed through me. He continued thrusting into me, and all I could do was pant and moan in ecstasy. He fiercely kissed me while he grabbed both of my hands and pinned them over my head making me helpless. "You like that, don't you, you little slut!" he said as he thrust into me harder and harder. "Yes...YES!" I cried, unable to even think enough to lie. The things I was feeling at that moment were so intense, that I probably couldn't have told you my name, but I somehow registered something strange going on. It felt like Kevin had just slipped the silver ring off my finger. "Oh my God!" I shrieked as another orgasm hit me. I wasn't sure when he must have had slipped the gold ring onto my other hand, but he was now sliding it off again. He started thrusting faster and faster. All I could do was let out a final orgasmic scream as I felt him tense up and give a final few deep thrusts as he came inside me. He panted for half a minute and finally withdrew himself out of me. As he got up I looked at both my hands in shock. Neither hand had a ring on it. "Come on, Karen," Kevin said, pulling on his pants. "Did you really think that I would change you back?" "But?" I said, stupefied. "What about..." "The world needs another piece of ass like you walking around." "But I'm a guy?" I said, saying the same stupid protest that I was sure would somehow convince him what he was doing was wrong. "Right. You mean, you WERE a guy!" Kevin said as he finished getting dressed. "And if you ever want to be one again this is what you are going to do. Using these rings today gave me some ideas about how I could make some real money, so I am leaving town for a couple weeks. I should be back in about two weeks and at that time I will change you back for ten thousand dollars." I looked up at him in shock. "Two weeks? You can't leave me like this for two weeks. And how am I supposed to get that kind of money?" He reached into his pocket and dropped the fake driver's license at my feet. "You have a job starting this Wednesday," he said, smiling. "If you work your ass off stripping, then you might be able to raise that much in two weeks, although I think Bob was yanking your chain about making a grand a night. You might have to come up with another more creative way to bring in a little extra money. I'll even start you off," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the wad of cash that I made stripping earlier. "Here's a ten for the fuck," he said, dropping a ten in front of me. "And here's a twenty for the blowjob," he added, dropping a twenty. "You have a real talent, with a little practice you will be fucking amazing." I sat there ashamed and humiliated, looking at the money he had just dropped. "You can't just leave me like this, I'm not a girl," I said, begging. "Well, you sure look like one to me," he stated, turning to leave. "And you sure felt like one a minutes ago. In fact, when I get back in two weeks, we'll have another go around and I'll make sure it lasts all night long." He turned and walked off back toward his car. I watched him walk away for a few seconds, wanting to scream. This couldn't be happening to me. He was supposed to change me back. I had done everything he had wanted and I was still a girl. This wasn't fair. I quickly scrambled into the bikini bottom, ignoring something disgusting running down the inside of my leg. I slipped on my shoes and ignored the top and the money, and just wrapped the blanket around myself and took off after him. I ran as fast as I could, but he was already pulling away in his car before I got out of the parking lot. I stood there and watched as the taillights disappeared around a corner. Panting and in shock I went back and retrieved the bikini top and driver's license, but only found the ten dollar bill, the twenty had apparently blown away. I saw a twenty-four h