Same Blouse, Revised Ending
By shalimar
There are times when Gabriel and I go out to those dance clubs that we
score with the girls, other times one of us gets the action while the
other gets to see the girl leave alone, or with another guy. Sometimes
neither of us gets the brass ring. Tonight was one of those losing
nights. What I don't understand about him is that he is so good looking
that all the girls should be falling all over him. As for me, I would
be considered an excellent consolation prize.
"No luck tonight," I said to Gunny as I grabbed my jacket in this early
Fall night to head off to my home.
"No, James," he replied as he also got ready to leave. "We struck out
tonight, and when we came in it looked like the bases were loaded."
I was always called James. It was never Jim, Jimmy or anything like
that.
"See you in the morning then," he told me.
"I'll be there bright or early," I added with a grin.
As I was a little drunk that night, what I just said was accurate. I
didn't know if I could get into work on time or if I did make it early
would I have a hangover? Either of those two scenarios seemed to occur
too often lately. The result this time was two hours late. I stayed
late to make up the time, but my boss, Carole gave me a lecture again.
Working together is a plus. We work in a bank call center selling
products on the customer's credit card that the customer doesn't really
want. Yes, you guessed it, we are telemarketers. The fact that we have
been doing this for a few years means that we both make very good
money. Gunny owns a house near work and I own a townhouse a little
further simply by persuading those who don't want something to buy it.
Gunny, as Gabriel likes to be called, and I met in the same training
class when we first started in this company five years ago. Immediately
we started dating women from the place. His first encounter was an
employee that eventually became a supervisor. She cut the relationship
between them because of her promotion. Mine ended because it just
didn't seem right between us. We stayed friends. She got married and
finally quit her job at our place to take the job of mommy.
So this night I decided to go home and turned in, but that alarm in the
morning still woke me way too early. I took a shower, shaved and got
dressed in my usual business casual that we are allowed to wear at the
call center, and then I drove the ten miles to the office. After I
parked, I went to the cafeteria and got my usual breakfast of eggs,
toast, bacon and home fries when I get to work on time. As usual, Gunny
was right behind me on the short line. His order included cheese melted
on his eggs. We talked a little as we waited for our order. It seemed
like it would be a typical day at work.
However, when we started working it was the start of some strange
things that began to happen. About a half an hour later, Gloria, one of
my team coworkers, arrived. She is a very beautiful girl and always
dresses sexy. I get a hard on just looking at those luscious curves she
has. I had tried for her at one time, but I was already too late. She
was engaged at the time and now is married. Gunny and I were at her
wedding. They are going to have some gorgeous children, as her
husband's looks are even better than Gunny or mine.
"Hey, James," Gunny told me. "You and Gloria are wearing the same
thing!"
I looked at what my best friend was talking about and saw that we were
both wearing yellow short sleeve knits. But that's the only thing that
was the same with what we were wearing. Mine was an Izod with three
buttons. Her knit, which I later found out is called a keyhole, showed
her breasts nicely. Also, I don't wear skirts, and hers was about two
inches above the knee.
"They're just the same color," I responded.
"Do you shop in the Misses department or do you use the boutiques?"
Gloria asked me.
We all laughed and went back to work. I did well that day and received
a daily bonus that added to my income. What bothered me though occurred
when I needed to use the bathroom that afternoon. While washing my
hands I noticed in the mirror that somehow my shirt had turned into the
same blouse that Gloria wore. Stranger still was the fact that nobody
noticed anything different either before or after I used the bathroom,
or at least nobody said anything, except Gloria.
"We can't wear the same thing," she said when I was leaving for the
day. "Let me know the next time you are going to wear that blouse."
"Well, yeah," I said, embarrassed.
"Although I AM jealous," she continued. "You look fabulous."
I smiled. For some reason I liked what she told me. However, when I got
home I immediately took off that "blouse" and looked for something that
was more masculine. When I looked in my dresser drawer I was shocked.
What I was wearing might just be the most masculine shirt in that
drawer. In fact, you definitely could say many were blouses. There were
those with buttons were on the "wrong" side. There were feminine
collars and sleeves. Some even had the breast darts. Determined to buy
some shirts later that week, I put my "blouse" back on, had dinner and
watched some television before going to bed early and starting the same
routine again of waking up sleep and getting ready for work.
After getting breakfast and starting work, Gunny said to me, "I didn't
know you wore nail polish."
I looked at my hands and sure enough there was ruby red nail polish on
my nails. I tried to hide my hands throughout the day, but several of
the women came to me and said how the polish made my hands look
prettier. For some reason, I actually liked hearing those comments. By
the time I left for the day I had changed my mind about removing the
polish.
Before I left work, I made arrangements with Gunny to meet him at the
club that evening. On the way home I bought some more of that nail
polish and some polish remover for when my polish started to get ratty.
But how did I know what color to get?
Again we danced with a few of the girls that night. Again neither of us
scored. But what surprised me that early Fall night was I felt that I
should be dancing with Gunny instead of the other girls and I didn't
get a hard on like I usually do when I danced with some of those
beauties. We also talked more with each other than usual. I kind of
liked talking to him more as the night wore on. I know I'm not gay.
I've always only liked women as possible partners. What was happening
to me?
So after 3AM, I put on my jacket and went home without any woman on my
arm. Again the alarm greeted me way too soon, but I this time managed
to crawl out of bed and take a shower. I was happy that I would make it
in on time that morning. After the shower I stopped with foam on my
hands seeing that I already had a smooth face. I can get five-o'clock
shadow at noon, so I was surprised. I hoped I wasn't getting sick. I
looked at the shaving cream on my hand and decided to shave my
underarms and legs instead. When I finished I lifted my arms and looked
in the mirror. I looked better, at least to me. I know I shouldn't look
that scraggily there. Maybe I'll use electrolysis or laser to remove
the hair permanently. Why would I be thinking that way?
I chose a blouse in cherry with a scooped neck and bell sleeves. When I
looked in the mirror I realized how pretty and feminine I looked. I
liked what I saw. Yet looking feminine confused me because I'm supposed
to be a man.
I normally get to work early and the five minutes that I spent
wondering about my smooth face didn't cost me any work time. I got my
breakfast and as usual, Gabriel was right behind me.
"Hi!" he said.
"Hi!" I said smiling at him.
I was actually glad to see him. Why was I thinking of him as a lover
instead of a best friend?
"Nice blouse," he said.
"Thank you," I said, as I curtsied.
What did I just do?
"That shave looks real close," he said as he rubbed my face lightly
with his forefinger. "I don't even feel any hint of stubble."
His finger moving on my face that way gave me the chills. I liked the
compliment. In fact, I remember having a bigger smile on my face.
As usual, about a half hour later Gloria came in. She complimented me
on my choice of blouse then my excellent complexion. I don't know what
I am doing differently, but I liked the look. The compliments also felt
good. That feeling that my complexion was good also helped my
confidence and I did better than on most of my good days.
Yes this work can be easy or hard. Some days it is like falling off a
log and other days it is like trying to stay on that log. On the way
home that night I bought some skin lotion to help keep my complexion in
this good condition. I used it that night and in the morning, covering
my entire body with it.
Also, that night I had a salad that quickly filled me up followed by
watching TV. Instead of watching a show on ESPN or SPIKE, I was
watching a movie on the Women's Entertainment channel. The movie was
wonderful. I even shed some tears at the end. They were happy tears, as
I noticed I was smiling.
In the morning I started my routine again. The first thing I did was
relieve myself. For some reason I sat down to pee, and I have not stood
to pee since. There was nothing else peculiar that day except:
"I noticed you were in the stall often today. Having diarrhea?" Gunny
asked.
"Yeah," I lied.
How did he know I was sitting down?
Later, Gloria gave me a Midol to help me with my "problem." How did she
know?
Feigning sickness, I begged off going to the club that night. Gloria
decided to take off early and go to the store with me so I could get
tampons and pads. I was embarrassed but for some reason I went along
with my new purchases and knew that I would eventually need to use
them.
Gunny called me that night. It was sweet of him to call.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, just my time of the month," I replied.
Again I lied. What's going on? Especially THAT lie.
"Should I get some take out and bring it over?" he asked.
"I'm not in the mood for talking," I told him. "And I can't eat
anything heavy."
"I'll talk for the both of us and I'll get a pizza and a salad. I'll
have most of the pizza and you'll have most of the salad."
True to his word he was over at my place in about forty minutes. I
picked at the salad and had maybe a half a slice of pizza. For most of
the night I leaned on Gabriel and listened to him talk. Sometimes he
held me. Both positions were warm, comforting feelings. When he left I
had hopes that we would be in that situation many times in the future.
He wanted to stay, but I told him a bloody girl isn't a pleasant scene
to watch. When I used the word "bloody" he got squeamish. He quickly
agreed that he should go.
"Maybe I should take you to work in the morning?" he asked as he got
his jacket.
He's so considerate.
"No," I replied. "I'll be OK."
When he left I thought and I was feeling confused. I know how life used
to be before these changes started. Somebody was doing this to me
without my permission. No matter what the reason is, he or she has no
right to do this to me. On the other hand, I had to admit that like
these changes. I am actually happier because of them. If I ever find
out who is doing this to me I won't know if I should thank the person
or ring his or her neck. Maybe I'll thank and choke the person at the
same time.
As I began to expect, there was another change in the morning. All my
underpants had changed into panties. Not many of them were white like
my underpants. I also had pinks, reds, grays, yellows, blues, purples,
greens, blacks and colors in between. Some had lace. Some were merely
thongs. Some were low cut. Some were high tops. They all looked so sexy
that I didn't know what to wear. While I thought, I put on a lavender
blouse that allowed me to make a pretty bow in front. And so, I put on
lavender high top panties with lace.
On the ride in I thought about who could be doing these changes to me.
First, I thought about previous girlfriends, and with the exception of
Tammy, our breakups were either amicable or initiated by the girl. But
Tammy met her future husband a few weeks after we broke up and as far
as I know she is happy. Besides that happened over a year ago. None of
the others had any motive. I didn't remember anyone that I met recently
that I had angered. One of the customers I dealt with could have done
this, but I couldn't think of anyone that I angered lately. I doubted
that the practitioner of magic was one of them.
That left my coworkers. As far as I knew no one had any malice towards
me. The only three that made any sense was Gabriel, Gloria, and Carole.
I couldn't see how it would make any difference to Carole either way,
so she would have been the least likely of the three. For Gloria and
Gabriel they would have been doing it for my benefit. At least the
Wicked Witch of the West wasn't involved. But I could be assuming the
intentions of the person doing the magic to me. And by assuming I could
be making an ass of myself, and end up braying like a donkey.
But which one was doing this to me, and more important, exactly why? So
I decided that I would confront both of them that day. How to do that
without sounding like someone who just volunteered to go to the rubber
room consumed the rest of my drive.
As we waited for our breakfasts I asked Gunny, "Have you noticed
anything different about me lately?"
"As a matter fact I have," he answered.
Ah, ha!
"You seem to look prettier each day for a while now," he continued.
"And you seem happier. Whatever it is that you're doing keep it up
because I like the new you."
I smiled at that and instinctively blinked my eyes in appreciation.
When I looked down at his crotch I noticed he was keeping it up for me.
'Yes, please,' I thought. 'Keep it up for me.'
I don't think it's him.
Gloria came in just as I was finishing a call. I quickly logged off and
pulled her aside so that no one else could hear.
"Gloria," I asked. "Have you noticed anything different about me
lately?"
"I've seen that you have been dressing sexier lately," she told me. "I
also see that you're happier and that you're with Gabriel more. I
assume by the way you asked that question that you are not inviting me
to a wedding."
"Not yet," I replied. "But you will be in the wedding party if we get
that far."
"Well, he's a good man. I hope you catch him."
"Yeah," I said, looking at Gunny.
I had a silly grin on my face as I went back to work. I still didn't
know which of the two were doing this to me, but I now knew that I
would end up getting Gunny.
When I woke up the next morning I did my usual shower. Looking in the
mirror as I fixed my hair I thought that my face needed something
extra, but what? I shook off the idea as just my imagination.
I arrived at work and asked Gunny as we were getting breakfast, "Do I
need anything on my face?"
"Not that I could think of," he answered. "You're pretty the way you
are."
I smiled. He called me pretty. Yet it was still not normal for a guy to
be thought of as pretty. It was weird, yet nice. I wondered why I was
accepting this so easily. We started work, and as usual, Gloria came in
that half hour later.
She took one look at me and said, "Where's your makeup?"
I looked at her as if she was crazy.
"Come on," she told me as she grabbed my arm. "You'll use mine."
I had just finished a call so I logged off and followed her. We went to
the bathroom and made me sit on the lounge couch. When was this put in
the bathroom? I didn't know there was even enough room for it.
She took some of her makeup and started to apply it. She took a can of
wax and put a bit on my face.
"See how your face is smoother where I put it on?"
I compared the waxed area with another part of my face, smiled and
said, "Yeah."
She finished and put a little cream over the wax.
"Fortunately, you have the same shading as I do,"
She then took out a purple powder and with a brush applied the color to
my eyelids. Later I found out it was called lavender. Next she took out
a pencil and tried to line my eyes.
"NO!" I replied backing up a bit. "I can't do this to my eyes. It is
like a major phobia."
"OK," she responded. "No eyeliner."
Mascara was relatively easy, except I strained to keep my eyes open
until it dried.
Quickly she put the blush on in three different shades. She blended the
three nicely into each other. This was followed by lip liner and
lipstick.
"Now, don't let me see you without any makeup again," she said as she
turned me around to look in the mirror.
WOW! I wasn't pretty. I was gorgeous. This was with some makeup that
was just barely there.
"This is great!" I said as we left the bathroom. "But I don't have any
makeup."
"Want to go to the mall after work?" she asked. "I'll help you get some
stuff there."
"OK," I replied.
I figured I needed to work that half hour that she stayed later than I
usually did. No problem, it helped me pay for the goodies I bought that
evening. As I sat down at my workstation I realized that I just gone
into the women's restroom and no one that was in there thought that I
shouldn't belong, not even me. From that time forward I never again
used the men's toilets at work or any other public place.
After work, we went to the cosmetic counters at Macy*s where one of the
salesladies made me up. Again, I just loved the way I looked after she
was done. I spent about $200 on the cosmetics. I was hoping that I
could do the job as well as either Gloria or the saleslady. On the way
out of the store we stopped at the jewelry counters, where I bought a
heart necklace for me.
The next day I came in and did my work as usual. Later at lunch I ate
with Gunny. The difference today was that I felt a need to be with him
as if I was going to be an essential part of his life. I felt the need
to care for him by cleaning and cooking and other chores and I felt the
need to be protected by him and be in his strong arms. I left for the
evening and made arrangements to meet Gunny at the club. That night
when we danced, we danced together as if I was his girl. Somehow, I
liked the idea of belonging to him, and the strangeness of the
situation seemed to become less important as the night wore on.
In the morning, I had already expected to see another change. It was
not until I got to my underwear drawer that I found that change. There
were bras of every kind and color imaginable with some that were better
shown than imagined. I frowned when I noticed that the cup size was
small. They were all A's, but many of the bras were padded. I took one
of the padded bras and hoped that it would show some curves on the top.
I put on a maroon knit with a deep V-neck and looked in the mirror.
What I showed was some nice cleavage. The only problem was that there
was nothing in those cups. I sighed. How I wish I had some breasts.
Although there was nothing in those cups at the time, I kept the bra
and top on then put on a nice pair of slacks and finished with some
makeup. In the old days I would have wanted to meet the pretty young
lady that was staring me back from the mirror. Now I was proud to be
that pretty girl.
I drove into work. By the time I arrived, I felt the slight tug on my
shoulders from my little breasts pressing on that bra. I saw Gunny
arrive just ahead of me and I walked a little slower so that I could
surprise him with the way I looked after I would take off my jacket.
When I was next to him I noticed that he was paying a lot of attention
to my new assets. He was actually talking to my breasts instead of me.
I noticed that little Gunny was at attention. Although the first was
disconcerting, the second was actually pleasing as I noticed my nipples
got all pointy just noticing that and I felt more than a little warm.
When I told Gloria what had happened she said to me, "You want him to
fuck you, don't you, girl."
Just thinking of what she said made me sigh and say, "Yeah."
I was happy as a schoolgirl talking about her new boyfriend. I was also
feeling a little wet around the crotch and I also knew that I couldn't
keep any secret from my new close friend.
That night I realized that I was now happily anticipating the changes.
I wanted to be whole. I needed to be all woman. That included both the
proper primary sex organs and being XX instead of XY. I felt it was my
destiny to be not only a woman, but also Gabriel's woman. I saw that my
future would include caring for him and to bring up our children. Just
then I felt a need for him to call me, and when the phone rang I knew
it was Gunny.
"I was just thinking about you," I told him.
"I hope it was good thoughts," he noted.
"Well..." I said. "Just talking to you make things better."
We talked for hours, and when we finally said goodbye, I noticed my
nipples were all hard and pointy. I smiled as I thought of him taking
me to his bed and ravishing me.
.
In the morning while dressing I noticed my sox were now either
stockings or pantyhose. I chose a pair of high top pantyhose in a color
called beige mist. When I rolled them up on my legs, I noticed how
smooth it made my legs feel. My still male shoes felt like they still
fit despite the thinness of my stockings in comparison to the sox I
used to wear. The blouse I wore was a translucent cream with darts and
a bow. Because the blouse was translucent I decoded to wear a lacy bra
because I wanted to get Gunny's attention. I looked in the mirror as I
put on my makeup, and when I finished, again I saw that pretty young
lady that was me. As I walked to my car the movement of my legs encased
in the pantyhose sent delicious tingles through me and made me feel
sexy.
I arrived at work, grabbed some oatmeal and milk and threw the oatmeal
in the microwave. While I was cooking my cereal, Gunny came up to me.
He put his hand on my back and asked me, "Could you come to the club
tonight? I want to do some dancing."
"OK," I squeaked.
I was leaning onto his hand and enjoying his touch as he guided me to
the table that we sat down and ate.
That night I was Gunny's exclusive partner. He walked to the club so at
the end of the night I drove him the five blocks to his home. When we
stopped in his driveway, he leaned over and kissed me. After I got over
my surprise, I released my seatbelt and kissed back with everything I
had. He put his arm around me and I put mine around his neck.
'Please,' I thought. 'Don't let this kiss end.'
The kiss lasted almost long enough. My tiny breasts pushed as hard as
they could into the padding of my bra. When the kiss ended, he got out
of the car and slowly made his way to his front door. I saw him looking
back towards me as he walked. When he finally went inside, I sat in the
car for about a minute thinking of the evening. I was content.
In the morning I noticed that my waist was smaller and my hips were
bigger. While I showered I hoped that my slacks would fit. I needn't
have worried, as somehow they had magically changed and fit me like a
glove, literally. I had some difficulty pulling the pair I chose over
my hips, but when I looked in the mirror after I put everything on, I
looked hot. The slacks looked like they were painted on. They were
(giggle). I knew that I could have any available man that I wanted, but
I knew I only wanted one man, Gabriel, and I was determined to make
sure that he was mine and only mine.
Gunny and I arrived at work at the same time and we parked our cars
next to each other. When we entered the building he held the door open
for me. I smiled at him for being such a gentleman. We had breakfast
together and later lunch. During breakfast I told him how much I
enjoyed the previous night.
"I want our relationship to continue and grow," I told him.
"I hope it does, James," he said as he smiled. "I like what is
happening to us."
"So do I," added with a smile.
I also liked what was happening to me. But what he said made me think.
He didn't sound like he was the one doing the magic on me. Was I seeing
things clearly or was I just hoping that he wasn't the magic
practitioner.
I didn't note any change the next day when I woke up and got dressed.
It seemed like all my changes had been done and I would be this way
forever. However, when I arrived at work one of the men held the door
for me as we walked in.
I was appreciative of what he did and I said, "Thank you."
It was sweet of him. "Sweet." Thinking of that word in that way is a
feminine concept. A man would think that holding a door for him is a
nice gesture, but not "sweet." I realized that I was thinking as a
woman. My brain was then, and forever after, female and I liked it.
I told Gloria that a man had held the door for me today and how it made
me feel. It was different, yet it felt right. It seemed that Gloria was
rapidly becoming my close friend and confidant. In a matter of a few
short weeks we seem to share things like sisters. She was telling me
more about her life at home with her husband. Apparently, they were
trying to have a baby. As a result of that revelation I couldn't
concentrate on my work all day as I fantasized having a baby growing in
me, Gabriel's baby. I didn't care that I had one of my worst day's
productions in months. To me the jobs of wife and mommy would be more
important.
That night, Gunny called and I told him what I was thinking. It didn't
seem to scare him.
In fact, at one time in our conversation he asked me, "Would you like
me to get you pregnant?"
"I would love to have your children, Gabriel," I replied.
The next morning I looked in my closet deciding what to wear. For the
first time my choices included skirts and dresses. I pulled out a hot
black skirt with four-inch ruffles on the hem that came to just above
my knees. With the translucent white blouse I was wearing I definitely
looked sexy. In my mind there was only one man I wanted to look sexy
for, Gabriel. When I arrived at work I was a few minutes ahead of
Gabriel. I had already sat down to eat when he finished getting his
food. We sat and talk a bit before going to our workstations. When I
stood up I noticed his appreciative gasp.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "You look great! What did you do different?"
"I'm wearing a skirt today," I replied as I twirled around. "Do you
like it?"
The skirt billowed out as I turned.
"OH, YEAH!" he replied.
I also noticed that little Gunny also liked what I was wearing.
When I left for the day I realized that I liked the feeling of wearing
a skirt. I actually felt free in the skirt. I don't know how to explain
it any better than that. It was hard to believe that wearing a skirt
for the first time was such a liberating experience. Until the
temperature drops to below freezing in a month or two I then knew that
I would be wearing skirts from that time on because wearing a dress or
a skirt had just become a part of who I am.
The next morning I hadn't noticed any further changes until I was
already driving to work in my car. My pocketbook was sitting on the
passenger seat next to me. I had swung it over my shoulder after taking
out my keys to lock my front door then walked to my car and put it on
the passenger seat and started to drive without realizing anything was
different.
In a way it wasn't much of a difference. It is just another piece of
accessory that I really need. Nothing, except a bra, or a skirt says
female more than a purse. Almost no man carries a purse except for that
waist pouch thingy. It is as an important accessory as any piece of
jewelry on a woman. Mine was black, which went nicely with my white
dress with the black belt. I looked so sweet and innocent, although
because of what I was thinking, you couldn't call me innocent.
In the morning while I was thinking of what to wear I noticed my shoes.
I must have about fifty different pairs in my closet. There were three
and four inch pumps, flats, one and two inch heels, sneakers, and
sandals. There were boots, courts, Mary Janes, mules, platforms,
slides, and slingbacks. They had straps and were strapless. Some had
open toes some covered the entire foot. There were all the possible
styles a girl could want, and I was that girl. I put my hand to my
chest and gasped at the variety that was waiting for me to wear.
Somehow I knew that although I wouldn't walk a lot at work I would
still be better off with a rubber soled black pair with a 1 1/2 inch
wedge that went well with the outfit I was wearing that day. It was
pretty but not something that would be called sexy. My need for comfort
outweighed my need to have my feet look that sexy for the few minutes
that Gunny would see my legs.
When I arrived at work, Gunny suggested that we go dancing again that
night. I readily accepted and gave him a kiss. It was a sensual kiss
and we ignored all the "Oohhs" and "Ahs" that the others in the
cafeteria gave us. The fact that I could feel his member growing made
me want him to continue, but as we were already at work we decided to
do our jobs instead.
That night we went to the club and I wore a dress 2" above my knees and
3 " pumps with ankle straps. The extra height made me almost as tall as
Gabriel. During the fast dances I purposely rubbed my behind against
his member. During the slow dances I stayed close to him. Many times my
head lay on his shoulder. We stayed late that night as I didn't want to
let him go and I sensed the feeling was mutual.
The next day we were off, so Gloria and I went to the mall. We passed
Bath & Body Works and I asked Gloria if we could go in. The inside of
the store smelled Heavenly. I decided on two scents, gardenia and
cotton blossom. I bought the soap, bath oil, lotion and spray for both
scents. I was financially poorer, but looking forward to the luxurious
bath I would take on my next day off.
The rest of the time we looked at clothing, jewelry, pocketbooks and
accessories. At one booth in the mall isle I tried on a hat and Gloria
laughed. I looked in the mirror and also giggled. I looked ridiculous
in that hat, so I put it on Gloria. She looked just as silly. We tried
some more hats. Finally she found one that looked great on her.
"That one is just you," I told her.
"You really like it?" she asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
She looked in the mirror and smiled.
"How much?" she asked.
When the saleslady told her she put it on her card.
We tried on some of the other clothes, but neither of us liked what we
saw in the mirror. Driving home from the mall I realized it was fun
shopping with my good friend.
But there was this dark lining on my silver cloud. I still didn't know
who had been responsible for these changes to me. I didn't think it was
fair that I was being changed without my permission. Yes, I enjoyed the
changes. Yes, I liked my close friendship with Gloria. Yes, I like the
growing closeness with Gabriel. Yes, I am happier this way, and yes, I
even looked forward to the next change. BUT whoever is doing this to me
HAD NO RIGHT to do this without me accepting these changes. These
thought made me angry, and I cried.
In the morning I woke up and sat down to pee like I've been doing
recently and noticed that I no longer needed to use my hands at least
until I needed to clean myself. I had free hands because now I have a
vagina instead of my former penis. After I relieved myself I took a
shower. I soaped myself and had an easy time of it until I reached my
new vaginal lips. I was getting hornier and hotter as I soaped myself
down there. I managed to clean myself enough and dried myself off. I
still needed to explore my new opening so I got into my bed and I lied
down for what I thought would be only a few minutes and started
stroking my vagina. With each stroke I went in a little further. As I
pounded down on my fingers I noticed my inner thigh muscles were
"sucking" what ever it could into me. I came and came and came. The
waves timed from those muscles ended as explosions in my head. I
eventually came down from that pinnacle.
After what seemed forever in bliss, my wits told me to check the time.
If I got fully dressed quickly and drove a little too fast and made the
lights right I might get to work on time, but I smelled very female. I
needed to take another shower or maybe a bath. There was no way I was
going into work in this condition. After I called in "sick," I decided
to repeat what I did. This time I started with my breasts that got all
pointy while my vagina got wet. This time the experience was not as
intense, but was still very nice. I felt like I needed something bigger
in there than my fingers could give me.
I slept for about an hour then gave myself a scented bath bubble from
my purchase at Bath and Body Works. The bath was relaxing and felt
sensuous. My breasts kept popping out of the water and I had a tough
time not playing with them or my happy opening down below. I patted
myself off like I've been doing since my skin became so smooth. I put
on a white bra with lace, a white silk blouse with puffy sleeves and a
man style collar, white lacy panties and a black skirt that reached to
about one inch above my knees. The skirt had white flowers on the right
side starting about mid thigh and ending near the hem. My black
pantyhose and three inch spiked heals finished my ensemble. After
fixing my makeup I added that heart necklace. Looking in my full-length
mirror I thought I looked foxy.
Grabbing my purse, I waked calmly to my car and drove to the sex shop
that was about half way between my home and work. I was nervous walking
into the place. The salesman's leer didn't help matters.
Regaining my confidence I told him, "I need a dildo."
He came around the counter and showed me where they were.
"Do you have any suggestion?" I asked.
"Most women want them a little larger," he explained. "And they prefer
a vibrator. This one has both features."
He picked up a delicious looking one. I looked at the package and read
what was involved. A couple of "C" cells made it move. I decided to buy
it and whipped out my credit card.
He looked at the name and asked, "Is this your husband's card?"
I was a little flustered, but eventually I said, "Yes."
I still had time, so I went to the mall and looked at the jewelry. When
I saw this sapphire necklace I knew I had to buy it. After he told me
the price I negotiated a bit and I believe I got a good price. I pulled
out the cash to pay for it. Looking some more, I saw this bangle that
also looked nice on me. On the way home I picked up a jewelry box.
When I finally got home about mid afternoon I decided to try out my new
toy. I was right. It was better with something larger and the vibration
made it easier for me to cum. When I finally came down from this
exquisite pounding I turned off the machine and stroked the love shaft.
As I did I thought of Gabriel and hoped that he would be better than my
new toy.
Concerned, Gabriel called me that evening after work. As we talked I
felt guilty about what I did that day. I felt like I cheated on him,
but he never said I was his girlfriend. I have needs that he should be
able to fulfill. One of those needs was for him proclaiming that I
belonged to him and that he loves me. But what about my love for him?
Am I as afraid to love him and commit myself to him, as he is afraid to
do for me? If I did commit to someone he would need to be a loving and
as sweet as Gabriel. He would need to care for me and ours. Could I do
better than Gunny? I don't know but I could easily do a lot worse.
The next day I didn't notice any change in me until I got to work and
ordered my breakfast. My voice was higher. It sounded strange to my
ears, but nice.
When Gabriel came in and he sat down in front of me I asked him, "How
does my voice sound?"
"As beautiful as ever," he replied. "Just like the rest of you."
I blushed. I liked what he said. He couldn't be the one doing these
changes, or he wouldn't have replied that way. I am glad because I
don't know if I could love someone who would do magic on someone else
without that person's permission.
When I asked Gloria she told me, "Just like always, very sexy. You have
the guys eating out of your hands when you sell. And that sexy voice
will get you Gabriel, if you want him."
"I do," I mouthed so that Gunny wouldn't hear. "I do. I do. I do."
Nothing appeared to change the following morning. As I had the day off
I puttered around the townhouse, cleaning and doing other chores that I
need to do, but can't on days that I work because the job takes too
much of my time. Later that morning, I planned meals for the week and
then went food shopping. The day seemed to go faster than I expected
because it was past my lunchtime when I finished and sat down to eat a
small sandwich.
Gabriel worked that day. He called me when he left work.
"Jasmine?" he said. "It's me, Gabriel."
Jasmine is a good name. I like it. The word is a pretty scent.
"Hi, lover boy," I replied. "What ya doing tonight?"
"I don't know," he replied. "Do you have anything in mind?"
"I could make us dinner," I suggested. "Would fish be alright?"
"Sounds good to me," he told me.
"You might get here before I get back from the fish store. Just wait
ten minutes."
"OK, Honey," he replied.
As we hung up the phone I realized he called me "Honey."
Quickly I got to the fish store and bought the fish. I pulled out my
credit card to pay for it and I found that it no longer said "James" on
it. It said, "Jasmine."
The dinner was good and we relaxed on the couch afterwards. I curled up
in his arms and loved the warm feeling he gave me on that colder than
normal Autumn night. When he finally left I was reminded of the quote
from Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet," "Parting is such sweet sorrow."
The next day was an unusual day, at least in comparison to what
happened recently. I knew something had changed, yet nothing seemed to
come to mind. As I lay my head against my pillow that night I realized
what the change was. I was now genetically female. If someone had
tested every one of my cells that scientist would find out my
chromosomes were XX, not XY like I had previously. How I knew that
without an empirical test was a mystery, but I could feel it
instinctively. Call it woman's intuition if you like.
What it meant that physically James was no more and I would be Jasmine
for the rest of my life. James didn't really die. He will live on in my
memories. Some of my actions will still be as a result of me having
been James. For example I still like football. I would still play a
game of touch football. I don't think I would be the quarterback
anymore. I want to be tackled. Maybe I would be the wide receiver. Yet
my whole being in some respects started to become Jasmine's point of
view the day my transformation started. If I had the choice now I think
I would still choose to be Jasmine even though I still believed that
because I never had that choice the one who did this to me was wrong.
As I arrived at work the next day Carole stopped me before I logged on
to the telephone.
"Would like to join us at our weekly luncheon tomorrow?" she asked.
"I'd love to," I replied.
When I passed Gloria I told her. I would be one of the girls and I
liked that idea. That luncheon was a tradition at our call center. Six
to twelve women got together every Thursday. When they came back from
their two-hour lunch most of those who were not supervisors usually
made sales much better than their normal average. The supervisors gave
the other girls 'one-on-one" training time on their time sheets. When I
was still male I was jealous that we guys didn't do something similar.
Now as "lucky" number thirteen I would know what these training
sessions were about.
.
We started gathering outside the women's bathroom about noon. Our group
of ten were finally ready a quarter after. We went to a diner about a
mile from the building, and the first thing we did was order. Most of
us, including me, had a salad.
As we waited for our lunch Carole told us about an incident involving
her children that happened that last week, "Mark came to me and told me
I had to see something. When I asked him what it was he said, 'Just
come.' He took me to the doorframe of our baby's room. She was throwing
all her toys out of the crib. The twins were doing a good job tossing
them back into the crib. Once Little Barbara caught the plushy and
promptly threw it back. Once she fell on her bottom as she tried to
catch it. The three of them were laughing the whole time. Mark put his
arm around me and I snuggled into him as we watched. I whispered to
him, 'This is worth every diaper we ever changed.' After a while
Barbara saw us watching and pointed at us. Just then Riche's aim got
Barbara on the head. Startled, she started to cry so I ran to our baby
and picked her up. I heard Riche apologize to Mark. Mark told him that
it was alright, but he needs to be more careful. 'Besides, you're
apologizing to the wrong person,' he told Riche. 'You need to apologize
to Barbara.' Riche then said, 'OK, daddy.' He came to me and said, "I
sorry, Barbie. And gave her a kiss on the cheek."
Tasha said, "That is worth more than those diapers."
Everyone agreed.
Becky then asked Gloria, "Any news?"
"No," Gloria replied. "We're still trying. I hope to have good news
next week."
"How long have you been trying," I asked.
"This is the second month," she told me. "He's making me feel really
sexy, and he's getting what he wants also."
"And you're not?" Dianne asked.
"Let's say it was more than nice."
Everyone giggled, but my giggles became tears. I was happy for them,
but I needed the same things they had. I needed that love of a man, in
this case Gabriel. I needed him to be my husband and I wasn't sure that
it was going to happen. I also needed to have that family that Carole
had and Gloria was trying to have.
"I am truly happy for you, Carole," I said through my tears. "What you
have is great and I hope you continue to have that. And Gloria I hope I
can sponsor a baby shower for you very soon. But nothing is happening
with Gabriel. I need him to make his move."
"Do you need him to put a rock on your finger?" Sylvia asked. "Or at
least a promise to go rock hunting at one of the jewelers?"
After I figured out what she meant, I simply said, "Yes."
"Tomorrow we're off. What we'll do is get you a hot dress so you can
get what you want from him. Promise," Gloria said. "And I'll give you
some advice also."
"We all will," Sylvia added.
I leaned on Gloria's shoulder and whispered, "Thank you."
"Let me clean your makeup up," Dianne told me. "Why is it that
waterproof mascara only comes off with a good cry?"
When we got back to work after the lunch I sold much better that I
usually did. Later I realized that what we did at that restaurant was
just relax and become the real women that we are, instead of the robot-
like workers we are forced to be for the rest of the forty plus hours
we work. If I was still a man and we tried to do the same thing it
wouldn't work. There would still be too much competition.
Gloria called me at 9 AM the next morning, and we decided that to get
that hot dress for me to go dancing in that night we would go to the
mall. Gloria arrived about an hour later and we drove towards the mall,
but she insisted on making a slight detour on the way. We stopped at an
upscale fashion boutique in one of the richer communities near where we
work. I was glad for the detour. In the window was this beautiful dress
that looked like georgette or silk. It was black with small violet
flowers seemingly embroidered in sections around the dress. It had
spaghetti straps that held the black triangles above the breasts.
Depending on the height of the girl, the hem went from about one inch
below the knee in the center to three inches above on the sides. If
that dress looked as good on me as it does on that manikin I will HAVE
TO HAVE IT!
After admiring it and the necklace that apparently went with that
dress, we entered the store and asked the saleslady to show me the
dress in my size. I looked at the label and saw it was 100% silk. I
didn't want to look at the price tag. I knew it would cost me a lot
more than I was willing to spend. Oh well. You live only once.
I tried it on, and Gloria helped me zip it up my back. It was a good
fit. I didn't have the proper bra for the dress, but if I liked what I
saw I will need to get a strapless.
"WOW!" Gloria exclaimed. "You look great!"
I went out of the dressing room and looked in the mirror as I turned
from side to side to see my back. Granted the shoes and bra were wrong,
granted I had no stockings, but I looked hot and sexy. I loved it.
"Could I try on the necklace you have with it in the window?" I asked
as noncommittal as my voice could muster.
"Of course," the saleslady replied.
She got a duplicate from out of the display case as she calculated her
commission.
It was silver with cultured black pearls. Gloria helped me put it on
and I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Sold!
I took off that dress and after putting it back on the hanger I looked
at the price tag. It was nearly $600.
"OH MY!"
$600.
"OH! MY!"
There were still the shoes the bra and the stockings to get!
"OH MY!"
And I should get the wrap that goes with the dress.
"OH MY!"
But I had plenty of room on my card, so I bought the dress, necklace,
and wrap.
We traveled the few miles further to the mall. Just to make sure I got
the right colors I took the wrap with me. I know, black is black, but I
wanted to make sure. I bought a black strapless bra and panty set at
Victoria's Secret, as well as black stockings that had a slight flower
pattern on it and a black garter belt. Gloria said the stockings would
go well with the dress.
"Would you like a set for you to wear in front of your husband?" I
asked Gloria.
"Well," she replied, hungrily eyeing the merchandise.
"I'm paying for it," I insisted. "Besides it might help you create that
baby."
That was the clincher. A few minutes later she had found the right
sizes for herself and I whipped out my credit card again.
At Baker's I saw this darling two inch black pump with ankle straps.
Checking with the stocking and the wrap we thought it would go well
with the outfit. Next was a trip to Zales to get some diamond-looped
earrings, a diamond bracelet and a silver ankle bracelet.
We then went to, Sylvia, Gloria's favorite hairdresser, where I
received a wash, set and some coloring in my hair that I was told were
highlights. While Sylvia was doing my hair, Eileen did my nails and
Martina did my face. While this was happening, Gloria was receiving the
same treatment. When I finally looked at the results I knew that my
mantrap ensemble would be complete when I entered that dance club that
night. I paid for both treatments including a hefty tip for the girls
to share.
When I got home I called Gabriel.
"Gunny, could I drive to your place and you drive us to the club? It
would be nicer that way."
"Sure," he replied.
"Thanks. I feel better," I told him.
"Would you like me to pick you up?"
"No, I'll be there in about an hour."
Before getting dressed for the evening, I packed a small suitcase just
in case I could find an excuse to stay with Gabriel that night. I
definitely wanted to find an excuse for me to stay with him. I threw in
the suitcase a pair of black jeans that were bell-bottom hip huggers
and had a red flower pattern embroidered down the right leg. Then I
added a translucent white top that had ruffles on the sleeves and down
the neck. In also went the black flats with the two-inch soft soles.
The white bra and panties finished the ensemble. I then added my liquid
soap, shampoo, toothbrush, hairbrush and makeup that would be good on
me with these clothes into the pockets and sides of the suitcase. I
then checked to make sure I remembered everything, and I was glad I
did. I had no nightgown, so I put a sexy one in that I hoped would not
be on me too long that night. I also put in my small jar of cold cream
to take off the makeup I had on. Finally, put in a box of Trojans. I
was determined to get my fill that night.
After my suitcase was done I got out of my clothes and started a bath.
I put the gardenia-scented bubbles in that bath and soaked. I dried
myself off when I got out and put on some of the gardenia-scented
lotion. I put on the garter belt first, and then my black panties and
bra I had just bought. The stockings with the flowers came next, and I
added the silver ankle bracelet over my right ankle. I then slipped
into that black dress. I zipped it up then put on the remaining
jewelry.
I looked in the mirror. I looked hot! That dress is going to be worth
the price I paid for it. It is definitely a mantrap dress. I put on the
shoes and looked in the mirror again.
"Gabriel, you're mine," I thought.
I checked my pocketbook and saw that everything I needed was there,
except...I decided that some of those Trojans should be in my bag, so I
opened the suitcase again and put three of those little love aids into
my purse. Now I was ready. I put on my long black leather coat then put
my pocketbook over my shoulder and carried the suitcase to my car. I
put the suitcase in the trunk, as I didn't want Gunny to know that I
wanted him THAT MUCH that night. I wanted him to think it was his idea,
at least until he carried my suitcase in his house.
I parked at the curb just outside his home, confidently walked to his
front door and rang the bell. When he opened the door I suddenly felt
weak. I felt like my legs were about to buckle and my stomach had about
a thousand butterflies in it. I didn't breathe.
"Hold me," I said.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he held me.
"You took my breath away," I whispered.
"It's just me, Gabriel," he said trying to reduce the tension.
"But you are so handsome," I explained. "And a woman has needs, and you
are the one I need."
I can't believe I just said that.
"Each day over these last few weeks I've been falling more in love with
you," he told me. "Now I'm realizing my dreams, the ones that has you
falling in love with me. Tonight when we dance we will celebrate."
He kissed me and I kissed him back will all my might. I felt like I was
melting into him. He then sat me down and got his coat. He offered his
arm and my hand took it as we walked to his car in the driveway. When
we arrived at the club, he paid for the parking and both our fees. Even
the coat check was paid for by him. When I took off my coat he was
flabbergasted.
"Jasmine, you are the most beautiful woman in the world," he told me.
"Thank you," I said as I twirled around. "I have to be pretty to be
with such a handsome man."
We chose a table next to the dance floor and he ordered drinks for the
two of us. Again he paid for everything, and I enjoyed the idea that I
was his date.
We danced and talked for what seemed moments. Often I had my hand in
his. I enjoyed the slow dances better because he held me so close. I
could even smell his manliness. It was as intoxicating as the alcohol
that was in our systems. The drinks seemed to keep coming.
The fast dances were also good because I was able to push my breasts
towards him and wiggle my ass. I noticed during the slow dances that my
moves did excite him in ways that I intended.
The alcohol worked its way though my body and forced me to go to the
lady's room several times. I just made it in time the last time I went.
After doing my business, I looked in the mirror and checked on how I
looked. I pulled out my hairbrush and fixed my hair that seemed to go
in every direction. Next I applied some more lipstick, and I added some
eye shadow. My cheeks and mascara looked good to me, so satisfied. I
exited the ladies' room and headed back towards Gabriel. Sitting across
the table that we had was another woman. She was acting like she was
trying to pick him up. I sat next to Gunny, and wrapped my arm around
his arm.
"Who's you're friend Gunny?" I asked him.
"Beat it, sister. I was here first," she told me.
"I don't think so," I countered with confidence. "By the way, I'm
Jasmine."
I held my hand out to shake hers.
"What does she have that I don't have?" she asked Gabriel.
"His love," I responded.
At that moment I knew what I said was true although I was surprised at
my response. I was also nervous. I also couldn't loose Gabriel
especially to that hussy, but I was saved, as she left us in a huff.
As soon as she did, as if by magic, a slow dance came on. Still not
saying a word he offered me to join him on the dance floor. I felt his
arms around me and I felt safe. I felt the need to be in his arms, and
it was wonderful.
"You were right," he said to me after a while.
"Mmmm," was my response as I smiled.
"I do love you," he said.
I snuggled in closer. I don't think I could ever be happier. Eventually
the dance ended and we went back to the table. I wrapped my hand around
his arm and leaned on his shoulder. I was content. Somehow new drinks
arrived and we drank them.
"I think I'm drunk," I said to him after I finished sipping the drink.
"I know I am," he said.
"Maybe we should go home before we are too drunk to walk," I told him.
He got up a little tipsy and helped me to my feet. I don't know why,
but I looked around to see if I could find that hussy, but she had
disappeared.
We were so drunk that we were barely able to get our coats from the
coat check girl. He gave her a generous tip before we left the club and
walked to his car. The crisp cold air helped clear my head from some of
the alcohol that partially clouded my brain. We definitely didn't walk
in a direct line.
"You are too drunk to drive," I said to Gunny. "Give me the keys."
"You're sober enough to drive?" he asked.
"Sober enough to know I shouldn't drive either," I replied. "It is not
too cold and your home's only five blocks away. Maybe I can drive home
when we get there."
"I wanted you to stay the night," he said with a frown.
I saw him as a disappointed little boy.
"We'll see," I replied. "I'm not making any promises, but give me the
keys."
He complied and I put them in my pocketbook. We walked silently towards
his home even though we still couldn't walk too straight. Eventually
our weaving brought us close together. I snuggled into him. I enjoyed
his gentle strength as he put his arm around me, and I hoped that his
arm around me would become a normal condition. We finally reached his
home.
"Your car, my lady," he said, looking disappointed.
Those puppy dog eyes would have made me stay if I didn't already have
that planed.
"I'll stay," I replied opening the trunk. "If you will be a gentleman
and take in my suitcase."
He gave me a kiss and then smiled at me. I looked in his eyes and was
lost in them, as we kissed again. That kiss warmed me up that cool
night and seemed to last forever. When we broke it off I went into my
pocketbook and retrieved his keys as we walked to his front door. I
opened the door then he carried me over the threshold. I rewarded that
sweet gesture with a long kiss. He took both my suitcase and me into
his bedroom where he gently put me down on the bed then the suitcase. I
noticed it was a king size bed, and I wondered if I would always be his
queen in his bed. I lay on my back and smiled up at him and spread my
arms out to beckon him to join me. He climbed in and gave me a deep
throat kiss that sent chills throughout my spine. Greedily we took off
each other's clothes, and as he massaged my breasts I dug my nails into
his back. I was wet and ready, but he was a master and did things
slowly until I couldn't stand it any longer. He pierced me with his
member that sent me over the edge as I felt him cum.
After it was over, I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself off. After
finishing I got back into bed with Gabriel and put my head on his chest
and cuddled in close to him as I put my leg on his member. His heavy
breathing revealed that he was sleeping, but he reacted to my movements
by putting his arms around me. I liked the feeling of being protected.
I realized then that we just had unprotected sex. I could get pregnant
from this round of lovemaking.
"Gunny," I whispered.
There was no response so I repeated, "Gunny."
It took a few seconds for him to respond, "Humm?"
"We didn't use any protection. What if I get pregnant?"
"I will take care of you," he replied, more asleep than awake.
He was asleep again, and his rhythmic breathing was hypnotic. In my
semi-wake state I relished the thought of being the mother of his
children. I was asleep a few seconds later.
The light of the early morning sun streaming into the bedroom woke me.
My back was facing Gunny and he had his arm around my waist. I liked
our spooned position. His prick was fairly stiff on my back near my
behind, so I arched myself allowing his member between my legs. I
glided over it, getting wetter by the second. When Gunny put his hand
on my then uppermost breast I liked the sensations even better. As I
continued to rock, he started to poke at the edge of my vagina.
Gradually, he went deeper in me. His thrusts became stronger until he
came and I was satisfied. Again the sex was without a condom and again
he fell asleep. I got up and cleaned myself, before I came back to bed
and lay next to him. His rhythmic breathing hypnotized me into sleeping
again.
When I woke about an hour later I noticed we were sleeping separate but
our hands were touching. I got up and slipped on that sexy robe I had
brought with me, and went into the bathroom to relieve myself. I got
dressed in my jean outfit I had bought with me and started to explore
his home as he continued to sleep.
In his living room besides the soft couch was the usual television,
CD's and their player. Some of the CD's were movies including classics
like "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington," "Dr. Strangelove," "Titanic" and
the "Rocky" Series. Some were movies that had just come out. The music
CD's were also eclectic including some classical, swing, early rock,
classic rock, jazz, salsa, new wave, and new recordings.
Just above the CD's I saw the books he had on his bookshelf. The
bookshelf had the normal paperback novels including some of the
classics and some of the newer popular novels, some histories, and a
heavy book that looked like it was very old. The outside cover was
leather. Some of the title letters on the cover were worn off.
It said: "Prat... Ma..c... Pr...e..."
I heard the toilet flush just as I opened it. The inside title page
said, "Practical Magic: A Primer by Mary and Phillip English, 1694."
I stood there looking at the title page. I was feeling a lot of anger
towards Gabriel. How dare he do this to me without my permission? Did
he really think he could get away with changing me and I wouldn't find
out? He had no right! But to tell the truth I AM happier this way, and
it is not just because I just made love to my lover who was my best
friend. There is more, I believe that I was meant to be this way and I
can fulfill my destiny this way.
But my anger got worse as I thought of what he did. If he changed me
without my permission did he also change my mind so I would want to be
Jasmine? How much of what I was experiencing was real and how much was
the spell or were there many spells?
"So now you know," Gabriel said behind me. "The authors were accused of
being two of the Salem Witch Trial witches. They escaped to New York
before they could be tried. By the time they went back to Salem the
hysteria was over. They continued to practice knowing they were now
safe. Eventually they gave copies of that book to their children, each
at the age of twenty-one. They followed their parents' craft and when
they had children they gave copies to their children. That continued
until this copy came into grandma's possession. When I was a teen I
started to practice the craft. Grandma died when I was nineteen. On my
twenty-first birthday mama gave me grandma's copy."
"And you practiced your craft on me?"
"Yes, but before I started this I sensed something odd about you that
told me you needed to do what I did. More than that, if I let you
continue as a male you would experience a disaster and it would have
been soon. I did this because of our friendship."
I was angry.
"HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME!" I shouted through tears. "YOU HAD NO
RIGHT!"
He started to come towards me.
I threw a paperback at him as I shouted, "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
He backed away.
"I DIDN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION!" I yelled at him. "CHANGE ME BACK RIGHT
NOW!"
"That would not be wise," he replied.
I crossed my arms under my breasts and asked with an icy voice, "WHY
NOT?"
"You were about to do things that would hurt and eventually destroy you
just before I started to change you," he replied.
There was concern in his voice, but I didn't believe him. He had lost
my trust.
"Just remove all the spells you have on me," I told him. "NOW!"
"OK, but it will take a few minutes," he said as he slowly went to the
book.
"NO YOU DON'T" I said as I grabbed another book.
"I need to study the spell in order to do the spell right," he
explained. "May I get the book?"
I moved away while holding the paperback as a weapon.
He picked up the book and studied it.
"I am ready if you are," he told me.
"Go ahead," I said icily.
He read some words in a strange language, then he closed the book and
said, "It will take about an hour for you to get back to being James.
There will be no spells on you then. I suggest you go back home and
wait for the changes there. Everything will be as if you had been James
these last few weeks."
"How can I trust you?" I asked. "I feel violated. I don't know what is
real and what is the spell."
"There is nothing I can say or do that will convince you," he replied.
"You lose and I lose. I am following your wishes."
"Have a good life," I told him as I got up and walked to the door.
"One more thing," he said as I opened the door.
"WHAT?"
"If you change your mind it is reversible."
"IN YOUR DREAMS," I said with my jaws locked.
On the way home I stopped at the supermarket and bought two cases of
beer. That was unusual for me as a six-pack usually lasted me at least
a week. But I thought that the beer purchase was necessary. As I drove
the rest of the way I felt the need to have a can, but I never had such
a need before. Having a beer was just nice to have once in a while.
When I got home I put one case in the refrigerator and tried to find
room for the other case. My refrigerator door was completely full of
beer cans. I took one out and started drinking.
I was awoken by the sound of my alarm clock. That alarm gave me a
splitting headache. I had slept in my clothes in a kitchen chair all
night. I went to the bathroom and peed standing up. I was James again.
Then I went into the bedroom and turned the alarm off. The next thing I
knew it was three hours later. It is not like me to be late for work.
I called work and spoke to Carole, "I'm going to be a little late."
"When you get here we need to talk," she told me.
I took a quick shower, shaved and brushed my teeth. I looked like I was
growing a beard. I threw on some clothes and drove fast to work. From
waking up the second time to walking into the building took only forty-
five minutes. I still didn't have breakfast.
"You wanted to speak to me?" I asked when I went to Carol's desk.
"Sit down," she said.
She did some work on her computer then got up and brought a sheet back
from the printer.
She sighed then told me, "You have been constantly arriving late over
these last few weeks. Here is a copy of your times since September. As
you will see not only are you getting here late but it is now more
often and also later. It has gotten worse. Andy has already asked me to
fire you. I can't protect you much longer. You must start to arrive on
time or you will be terminated. Also you need to get here sober. You
don't do good work when you're drunk. Here is a write up you need to
sign."
She handed me the paper in triplicate. It was signed by Andrew Jones,
our location ma