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The following is an edited version of the first part of "Becoming
Marissa". I realized after reading some of the comments I received after
its initial submission that there were a few plot holes that needed
correcting. A big thanks goes out to AJ Eric for pointing out a few of
the more crucial ones. Hopefully, the story will be a little bit clearer
now.
Also, I went ahead and added the text for the second part of the story
to this text. Hopefully it will live up to its predecessor and keep you
coming back wanting more. I'm still not exactly sure where this story
is going to go, but I have some definite ideas for part 3. Don't stop
telling me what you want to hear either, though, because hopefully you
will realize after reading this that your comments are going into this
story as much as my own ideas.
Becoming Marissa By Ozzy Nelson
Part One
John took another look at the book lying on his girlfriend's table.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked as he scanned the text once
again.
"Of course...unless you don't want to," his girlfriend Marissa answered.
John looked up at her and thought for a moment. "Sure, I guess so. It
sounds interesting, kind of like a social experiment or something."
John looked back down at the book and traced the edge of the page with
his finger. Marissa had found the book two weeks earlier in an old used
bookstore. When she had first seen it, she thought it was a book on the
occult. Marissa had just finished doing a massive research paper on the
occult and, as a result, had developed an interest. So, without so much
as a look inside the book, she bought it. It wasn't until after she had
brought it home that she discovered that the old book, titled simply
'Magic', was actually an old, hand-written grimoire.
She had cast her first spell two days later. John had come over to her
apartment to visit and she had shown him the book. As a laugh she read
one of the spells out loud while pointing at her pat cat, Snark. There
was an audible crackle in the room as she finished reading. Within
seconds poor Snark had transformed from a tabby into a rather confused
border collie.
John nearly had a heart attack as he watched the transformation.
Marissa went into a panic herself. She dropped the book and ran to the
former cat and began stroking him. Snark calmed down and started making
an odd noise that John soon recognized as the dog equivalent of purring.
After a while Marissa stood up and walked over to where she had dropped
the book. Snark ran off, acting more like his old self.
After a bit of experimentation the two of them had figured out that the
only way to reverse a spell was to read it aloud backwards. They soon
had Snark back to his feline form but the incident had left a craving.
Both Marissa and John dove into the book without abandon. They were
transforming things all over the apartment, making things float around,
and generally having the time of their life.
Then Marissa had come across the spell. The concept of it was simple
enough. It was a spell designed to change one's gender. John and
Marissa both were immediately tempted by the possibility of the spell.
However, the one boundary that they had set when they had begun using
the book was that they would use none of the spells on each other or any
other person. To cast this spell, then, meant to cross that boundary
and, in a sense, violate the other person.
That was when John came up with a solution. He had been flipping
through the book and found a recipe for a potion that was designed to
make a person believe that they were someone else. The effects of the
potion would last for 48 hours and the person affected would remember
everything that had happened to him during that time when it wore off.
After much discussion the two of them decided that this would allow them
a chance to use the gender spell because it would eliminate the
possibility of violation. After all, if the person transformed really
believed that they were who they appeared to be then they hadn't been
violated in the true sense of the word. Besides, as far as they were
concerned, the two of them were entering into the whole deal
voluntarily. No one was forcing them to do this. Why shouldn't they
learn a little bit about the other half?
That had been two days ago, though, and now John was starting to rethink
his position. It would have been different if he'd lost the coin toss
and Marissa was the one who was about to be changed. That was why he
was keeping his mouth shut. "Have you got the potion ready?" he asked.
"Yeah. I need to mix it in something though."
John blinked. "I can't just drink it straight?"
"Not according to the instructions. Why don't you go pour yourself a
Coke and bring it over here."
"Oh, okay." John headed out towards the kitchen.
"Would you pour me a Diet Coke while you're in there?" Marissa called as
he neared the fridge.
"Sure," he answered and shook his head. Why am I doing this, he asked
himself. I mean, I am kind of curious, but this seems a little extreme.
At least I'll have Marissa here with me. I can trust her not to mess
with me while I'm transformed.
John finished pouring the drinks. He headed back for the bedroom. His
resolve was a little stronger than it had been before. He sat the
drinks down beside the book, making sure to set Marissa's closer to her.
Marissa was across the room standing in the bathroom door, her back to
John. She turned around a second later and walked over to him carrying
the bubbling potion. Why is it always a bubbling potion, John thought.
John closed his eyes and counted to three in an effort to steel himself
a little more for the coming changes. When he opened them again, the
glass that Marissa had carried the potion in was empty.
"What now?" he asked aloud.
"The potion is technically finished now," Marissa said. "All you have
to do is drink it then say the word 'callisti'. That will activate the
potion's magic. From there you should describe the person you want to
believe you are. When you finish, say 'callisti' again and the magic
will trigger the changes you have described."
"So, what exactly am I supposed to describe?"
Marissa just shrugged. "I would stick to personality only if I were
you. There's no telling exactly how you'll end up looking after the
transformation so you shouldn't focus on appearance. Oh yeah, remember
to give yourself a name for your new self and to describe a few basic
memories about who I am. If you don't there's a possibility that you
won't know me in your new guise. So, are you ready for the next step?"
When John nodded, she went on. "Ixno braxis hersion questro jurnas!"
she shouted at the top of her lungs while pointing at John.
At first John felt nothing. After a few moments a burning sensation
began to radiate across his body, spreading outward from his stomach.
He felt his skin begin to ripple and twist. His bones alternately
stretched and compacted as his legs grew longer but he lost some of his
height. His hair began to lengthen and turn from its normal dark brown
to a deep, full red. His body hair fell out, leaving a small pile where
he stood. His skin complexion darkened to a cream color. He tried to
scream as he felt his penis pulled into his body but it was like there
was a clamp on his voice box.
Finally, the transformation ended. He picked himself up off the floor
and tried to remember exactly when he had fallen. He brushed his bangs
out of his eyes and looked to Marissa. "How do I look?" he asked,
surprised at the way his voice had changed. It had gone from its usual
deep tones to a honeyed alto that gave him a slight chill of excitement
up his spine. "See for yourself," Marissa said, unable to keep the awe
out of her voice as she pointed to the full-length mirror standing in
the corner of her room.
John walked over and nearly fell again, this time in a swoon. There,
staring back at him from the mirror was a walking goddess. She stood
about 5' 7", a good six inches shorter than John's normal form. Her red
hair fell from her face in waves that looked as if they'd never need a
brush to look sexy. Her figure was hidden in the ridiculous oversized
t-shirt and jeans that she was wearing, but it was easy to see that it
would be spectacular once it was revealed.
"What are we going to do about my clothes?" John asked, still finding it
odd to be turned on by his own voice.
"Oh yeah. I almost forgot," Marissa said. "The shock was a little
much, you know." John just nodded again as she spoke a few more words in
the strange language of the spell book. John turned back to the mirror
and watched in amazement as his jeans tightened around him and changed
from simple blue denim to dark leather. The high waist of the pants
fell down to his hips in the low-riding fashion popular among women now.
His shoes changed into a pair of open toed sandals that revealed ten
red-painted nails. The heels on the sandals grew till John stood only
three inches shorter than his former height. Then his shirt began to
change. It too became leather and pulled in tight around him, forming a
very revealing corset. The sleeves of the shirt grew to his wrists and
turned to sheer black. Slits went from his shoulders to his wrists in
the new sleeves. A black choker appeared on his neck and dark make-up
appeared on his face, accenting his pale features.
John stared at his appearance again, amazed. "I look like a red-headed
goth or something," he said aloud.
"Yeah, but you like it. I can tell."
"Of course I like it. If it was someone else, and I was single, I'd be
trying to date it. I just think it might be a little much on me,
though," John said, starting to feel his fears return again. I can't go
through with this, he thought. "Oh, come on. It can't be that bad. Now
come over here and drink the potion," Marissa said.
John just shook his head. There was no getting out of this now, he
realized. He walked over and picked up his cup. How did I manage to
walk over here without tripping in these heels, he asked himself as he
stared at the liquid. Before he could think about it too hard, though,
Marissa raised her glass in a mock toast and downed her Diet Coke in one
long gulp. John caught the implied challenge and drained his Coke in
similar fashion.
Marissa smiled at John again. I wish she would quit doing that, he
thought. All it does is make me more nervous. "Let's see, uh,
callisti. Okay, I want to be extremely comfortable with my femininity.
I mean I really want to enjoy being a girl, that is. I want to be
heterosexual as a woman and to be moderately sexually aggressive. I
want to be able to enjoy and understand fashion and shopping and all
those other things that girls stereotypically enjoy but I also want to
be comfortable being dressed down and simple. Basically, I want to feel
as sexy in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt as I do in a revealing evening
gown or slutty lingerie. I want to be a little more extroverted than I
am now. Not a wild child or a slut or anything, but definitely a bright
spot in any room that I walk into. I want to enjoy turning men on and
making them want me. "Oh, my name should be Vanessa Walters. I live at
721 East Hendrix here in Cranston. I will not find it odd that my
apartment is decorated so masculinely, though I will have an urge to
clean it better. My best friend's name is Marissa Stephens and I am
currently in her apartment helping her decide what to wear for a night
out on the town. We have both recently broken up with our boyfriends
and are ready for a night out on the town. Marissa is the woman in the
room with me and, while I am completely heterosexual, I have always had
a vague attraction to her that will come to a head over the next two
days or so."
As John finished ranting off his description he caught Marissa staring
at him with one eyebrow raised. "What?" he asked innocently.
"Making yourself into quite the woman, I see," Marissa said.
John watched only long enough to see her start to pour before looking
back into her eyes. "Hey, if I'm going to do this I want to go all the
way. I mean, when else am I going to get the chance."
That was what he told Marissa. To himself he was thinking, What have I
done? I'm going to be flirting with every guy that I come across! This
is insane! Maybe it won't work. Maybe it won't work and Marissa will
just let it drop and never bring it up again.
"Well, I wouldn't worry too much about your 'masculinely' decorated
apartment. That last spell that I cast wasn't just to change your
clothes. It's apparently designed to work in conjunction with the
potion's spell," Marissa explained. "What it does is alter reality for
the duration of the potion's effects. Essentially, no one except the
two of us remember whom John Walters is right now. When you say the
trigger word again, you'll forget about him too. It also does other
things. I assume you noticed how easily you were walking in those heels
of yours."
John silently panicked as he realized how good Marissa was getting with
the magic of the book. It worried him that she seemed to be enjoying
this so much. Wasn't she afraid? He didn't voice these thoughts to
her, though.
"So all I have to do is say that word again and the world will forget
that I ever existed?" was all he said.
"If I understand this spell right, the world has already forgotten you
exist. When you say the word again it will trigger the existence of
your new persona in this reality, making it seem like she's always
existed in exactly the way you described her. Now, quit stalling, John,
and say it."
John nodded, knowing there was no way he could back out now.
"Callisti," he said. He waited, expecting to feel something. He wasn't
sure what but he knew it had to be coming. After a second he realized
his eyes were closed. He opened them and looked around the room. I
don't feel any different, he thought to himself. I feel perfectly
normal, just like my old self.
"Uh, Marissa," he said, turning to face his girlfriend, "I'm not sure it
worked. I still remember being John."
As he finished speaking he noticed that Marissa' eyes had glazed over.
She appeared to be in some kind of trance. He walked over to her, still
vaguely worried that he was having no trouble walking in high heels.
When he reached her Marissa suddenly began blinking. She looked around
the room in a confused manner.
"Where am I?" she asked. "What's going on?" Then her eyes settled on
John. "Oh my god!" she screeched as she ogled him. "I just love your
outfit! You're so going to be the hit of the night at the club!"
"Are you feeling all right, Marissa?" John asked.
Marissa narrowed her eyes. "Maybe I should be asking you that. You're
the one acting funny."
"What do you mean?" John asked, stepping back from his girlfriend.
"You just called me by your name," she said.
"What?" John said. He looked down at the empty glass still in his hand,
then stared at the one Marissa still held. He had a funny idea what had
happened and the consequences chilled him to the bone.
"What do you mean, 'What?' You're Marissa. I'm Vanessa remember?
Vanessa, you're best friend."
John did the only rational thing he could think to do in the current
situation. He fainted.
Part 2
When John came to, he found that he was lying on Marissa's bed. Maybe
it had all been a dream, he thought. His hopes came crashing down when
he sat up and saw the two massive globes encased in the corset he was
wearing. He sighed. The nightmare was still going. At least it would
be until the day after tomorrow.
Marissa, or Vanessa rather, was nowhere to be seen. How on earth could
she have gotten the drinks mixed up, he asked himself as he stood up.
It just seemed utterly impossible to him that she would let something
like this happen. Now he couldn't even use the reversal spell to change
himself back. After all, as far as the world was concerned, John Walters
had never existed. Besides, in Marissa - er, Vanessa's current state it
might confuse her more if I suddenly became a man, John told himself. I
guess I'm stuck like this for a couple of days. Hopefully it won't be
too bad. I'll just have to humor 'Vanessa' until the potion wears off
and she turns back into Marissa.
As if on cue 'Vanessa' walked into the room at that moment. "Oh, you're
awake," she said.
"Yeah," John said. He was surprised at how different Marissa sounded.
Before she'd always sounded cheerful, sweet, maybe borderline perky.
Now she was husky, sensuous, and in control.
The way she moved had changed as well. Marissa as Vanessa took long,
confident strides that called attention to her very presence. When she
looked up at John, her stare was firm and unblinking. John was aroused
despite himself. Still, something even odder was happening. As far as
he could tell, 'Vanessa' appeared angry about something.
"Would you mind explaining this?" she asked and tossed what looked like
a credit card to John.
He caught it and looked, realizing that it was actually Marissa's
driver's license. It took him a minute to figure out why she was so
bothered. Everything seemed to be all right with it. Then he realized
that the driver's license still had Marissa's name on it.
"I...uh..." he stammered out, not sure what to tell her. As far as he
could figure, the spell that she had cast to alter reality had been cast
on him so when he said the trigger word it had caused him to transform
into Vanessa in the eyes of reality. However, Marissa had been the one
to drink the potion. That meant that even though reality now believed
John was Vanessa, Marissa was convinced that that's who she was.
"Are you trying to steal my life, Marissa?" 'Vanessa' asked. "And don't
try to lie to me. I found that magic book and the spells you'd been
looking at."
"What!" John shouted as he suddenly found his voice. "No. Why would I
do a thing like that? Besides, the book is a fake. I just had the, uh,
driver's license printed up as a kind of, uh, joke, yeah."
"Bullshit! I know the book works because I changed that stupid cat of
yours into a dachshund. As far as the license goes, I just went next
door and the lady there called me Marissa and told me it'd been far too
long since I'd stopped in for a visit. So I know that you somehow
altered reality so that everyone thinks you're me and I'm you. I
checked your ID. It's got your picture and my name and address on it."
John shook his head. This is going to get confusing, he thought. I've
got to level with her, tell her the truth, or at least as much as she's
ready to believe. The book is too dangerous in her possession like she
is now. The problem was that, although Vanessa was essentially his
creation, he had no idea how to relate to her. That meant there was
only one variation of the truth he could try that might actually work.
"I'm not trying to deny anything, Vanessa," he said. "We were magically
switched. We did it together, though. Remember? We thought it would
be fun to try living as each other for a couple of days."
Vanessa looked confused. "We did? I don't remember anything about
that. I mean, before you fainted I was so disoriented. It was like for
a split second I was two different people at the same time. Then you
thought I was Marissa and that just confused me even more. When I found
the magic book I guess I just jumped to conclusions. How come I can't
remember this and you can, though?"
Because I didn't say anything about remembering the magic book or spells
to the potion, John thought. "I didn't remember either," he explained.
"Not at first anyway. It's still coming back to me, kinda hazy like,
you know."
"Oh, that makes sense," Vanessa said and smiled. Then she uttered a few
words in the strange language of the book.
John immediately felt a tingling in the back of his skull. He watched
in horror as 'Vanessa's' clothes began to shimmer. They morphed into an
exact duplicate of John's corset and leather pants. John felt a
slithering sensation on his own body and didn't have to look down to
know that he was now wearing Marissa's tank top and jeans.
"There, that feels better," Vanessa said as she adjusted her breasts in
her new corset. "More like my old self."
"What did you do?" John asked, though he already knew the answer.
"Why, I switched us back of course. I felt too weird having to pretend
to be you."
John shook his head. Maybe it would be easier this way. As long as
'Vanessa' was comfortable he could focus on the problems they were going
to have to face for the next couple of days. It bothered him, though,
that she had been able to memorize the spell so quickly. Just how long
was I out, John asked himself. As he tried to think of an answer the
tingling returned at the base of his skull. Before he knew it he had
fallen to the ground in a wave of dizziness.
"Marissa! Are you ok?" Vanessa asked as she rushed over and helped John
up.
"I feel nauseous," John answered, not even registering that he was
answering to someone else's name.
Vanessa walked him back over to the bed and sat him down. "Wait here,"
she said. "I'll go get you something to drink."
Vanessa disappeared into the kitchen and came back carrying a glass of
water. By that time John was feeling a little better, but he was still
weak and unsteady. He took the glass from her without question and took
a long sip of the cool liquid inside. Vanessa sat down next to him.
"How do you feel now?" she asked.
"Better," John said. "Thanks."
"No problem. You know, I still feel like going out tonight. You're
coming too. You need to get out of the house. You've been moping ever
since you and John broke up."
It startled John to hear Vanessa speak his real name. I thought I'd
been erased from existence, he thought. Then he remembered that his
directions to the potion had caused Marissa to believe that the two of
them had just recently become single. It made sense that in order to
keep from shifting reality too far away from what it had been before
that some fragments of John's existence remain to explain Marissa's
sudden singleness.
John covered his surprise with another sip of his water then said, "You
just broke up with someone too."
"Yeah, but it wasn't anything serious. You know, if you're going to
survive the dating world you're going to have to be more like me. I'm
always in control. I never let relationships bother me. Oh, and by the
way...callisti!"
John suddenly knew what was happening. He looked down at his glass and
realized she'd been waiting for him to finish his water to say the word,
which he'd done while she had been talking. Before he could say
anything the dizziness returned. He looked up to see 'Vanessa'
muttering a few words under her breath. He tried to open his mouth and
beg her to stop but nothing came out.
"Don't worry, hon," Vanessa said when she saw him trying to talk. "I'll
give you your voice back in a moment. Now, from the look in your eyes,
I'm pretty sure you know what's going on. That's right! You didn't
think you could lie your way out of this, did you? I found the
ingredients for the potion in your bathroom. Did you really think you'd
get away with making me think I was you? Please!"
John tried desperately to tell her the truth but no matter how hard he
tried not a single word escaped his lips. Not that Vanessa would
believe anything he told her right now anyway. He kept struggling
anyway, afraid of what Vanessa would do to him in her current state of
fury.
Vanessa smiled wickedly and went on. "Now, let's see here. You are
obviously Marissa Stephens. You are extremely shy and submissive, but a
complete tiger in bed. You are completely bisexual and you are
currently my lover. However, while you remain devoted to me, it does
not bother you that I pursue relationships with other men. You do not
remember any other life than the one this potion will give you. As far
as you are concerned, this is how you've always been and how you will
always be. There, that should do it. Callisti!"
The tingling in John's skull became unbearable as Vanessa finished.
Then, suddenly, it stopped. John found that he could hear and feel
nothing. Darkness surrounded him. The strength to fight vanished in
this emptiness. John allowed himself to be pulled into the abyss without
resistance. His final thought was to wonder if this was what had
happened to Marissa when she had drank the potion. Then there was
nothing.
When she woke, Marissa was puzzled. She had the strangest feeling that
she hadn't been herself a few moments earlier. She turned and saw that
Vanessa was sitting next to her, giving her that expectant look.
Marissa smiled as everything fell into place. As she pulled the other
woman to her in a tight embrace, she told herself that it was a good
feeling to know exactly where you belonged in the world.
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