A Valentine s Day to be Remembered
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We walked down the boardwalk towards the restaurant, my family and I,
enjoying the beautiful summer day. A soft breeze carried the smells of
summer, cotton candy, soft pretzels and the slight odor of salt to our
nostrils.
It was my wife who brought my attention to the collection of jewelry.
In front of a nearby storefront, a folding table held an impressive
collection of rings bracelets and necklaces displayed upon a burgundy
velvet cloth. On a sandwich board beside the table was written boldly
in block letters, "Going out of business clearance sale. All sales
final."
I glanced over the wares. Nice stuff, mostly silver and well crafted.
My wife tapped me on the shoulder and pointed out a ring. It was silver
and covered with exquisitely detailed interwoven Celtic knots. She's
always known my tastes. I asked the vendor if I could inspect the ring.
Looking slightly bored she waved approval with a smile and what looked
for a second to be a mischievous glint in her eye.
I looked the ring over. Beautiful work-with a little polish it would be
good as new. It fit perfectly. "Fifty dollars," the woman said before I
had time to utter the question. "Sold," I said. I paid and placed the
ring in my pocket as we moved along again, tugged by our children eager
for lunch.
I didn't give the ring another thought until later that evening. Alice
had gone out with her girlfriends to "movie night." The children were
asleep and I'd settled into our comfy leather couch to watch a movie on
cable.
Absentmindedly, I pulled the ring from my pocket and looked it over.
There were strange glyphs inscribed on the inner surface of the ring.
It was no language I'd ever seen.
I put it on and admired it briefly before returning my attention to
"Sin City." There's scene in which Jessica Alba's character is
performing a sensuously erotic dance in a club. She was incredible, a
perfect package of beauty and grace. I felt my heart accelerate in
response. Something strange happened at that moment. The ring warmed
noticeably. Then it became almost hot. I reflexively attempted to
remove it but it was stuck fast. A strange feeling swept over me, like
bugs crawling beneath my skin. I itched all over. Ripping my shirt off,
I scratched until welts appeared. Looking at my body, something didn't
look right. Then it hit me. All of the body hair on my chest and arms
had disappeared. No, not disappeared but gone fine and nearly invisibly
blond.
I moved in slow motion to the master bath where I watched, frozen in
shock as the changes happened one after another. My hair became seemed
to float above my head, finer and thicker then I'd ever seen it. My
facial features began to shift as bones moved beneath the skin. The
feeling was creepy like holding your hand to the skin of a moving
snake. My face looked softer, more delicate. The changes there
continued but my attention was drawn elsewhere.
The skin around my nipples blazed with heat. In seconds, the areolas
darkened and grew to the size of half dollars. My nipples swelled in
their centers like pink buds surrounded by concentric waves of wrinkled
flesh.
Unable to resist, I touched my chest. Fingers now long and hands
delicate, I caressed the swollen nipples, squeezing gently as ripples
of pleasure coursed through me. I gasped as my pants tightened around
my growing hips and derriere. With the sound of rending fabric my pants
parted at the seams on both sides and slid to the floor. Distracted as
I was by the sensation from the nipples between my fingers, I took in
my whole image.
My hard won abs were gone, replaced by smooth soft skin. My legs looked
long and athletic, tapering to a waspish waist. There was something
familiar about it but I was beyond the capacity for logical thought,
immersed in the depths of the transformation, submerged in a sea of
overwhelming sensation. Beneath my fingers, the flesh pulsed and
swelled outward, overflowing my palms. They grew, soft and warm rose-
tipped mounds-- C-cups at least. My face was still changing but
awareness now flooded my overloaded brain-I looked like Jessica Alba.
The likeness was becoming greater all the time as my face settled into
its final form.
My thoughts were jerked abruptly down below. Sharp pains from in my
groin doubled me over. I felt the disconcerting feeling of internal
organs shifting, morphing beneath my skin. My groin felt aflame, the
skin around my penis seethed and pulsed. I knew what would come next
and inevitably it did. My manhood shrank and scrotum began the itch
that preceded change. A wound formed around the base of my penis and
the skin of the scrotum transformed into labia. With a feeling like
sucking your tongue between clenched teeth, my penis disappeared inside
the cleft. In the heat of arousal, I moved my right hand to down and
slid two fingers into the moist heat of my new vagina. Instinctively,
they moved in circular motion, rhythmically stroking the clit. It
overcame me like a tsunami-I arched my back as waves of orgasmic
pleasure coursed through me. I watched myself in the mirror, breasts
heaving, skin covered in a light sweat. I was lost in the moment.
When I'd calmed down, fear struck me and a coldness gripped my body. My
wife would be coming home soon. I had no clothes, no job, no identity.
"What will I do," I asked aloud. The room was silent, filled only with
the sounds of my breathing. Not surprisingly, no answer came.
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