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Small Favors By Jennifer Adams I ran across this collection of accounts of people's experience with the Medallion of Zulo on the net and decided to add mine to the list. I first encountered it on a spring day in my shop. It was kite season. I owned a hobby shop at the time. I had gotten into kites when my boys were little and we would chase kites around a field. It wasn't long before we got tired of silly plastic junk that the mass marketing outlets carried. They were only children's toys, really. We wanted to build our own kites. Real serious kites. I remember when I was a kid, there were a lot of hobby and specialty shop where you could buy the materials to make your own kites. Those were the days before the internet really got up and running there was really no secure way to buy off the net then. Those big mart places just deal in specialty stuff and even then, they had forced many specialty shops out of business by under selling common items. Like with cobblers' shops for example. These big places put them out of business by under cutting the prices of shoes so many had to close. Now, it is almost impossible to have shoes repaired. Not that many people think of having shoes repaired anymore. They just go out and buy new ones. Now you have little choice. Hobby and kite shops and gone the same way and you were then locked into buying what the mass market places offered unless you drove a long way to get to one of the very few places that still dealt in hobby type materials. I had some equity built up in my house so my wife and I took a mortgage and I started a small shop that dealt with kites and kite building materials. It wasn't long before I had inquiries into model airplanes and railroading. I also realized that I would need to branch out into other products if I where to keep my store afloat. Soon I carried products dealing with several different hobbies and games. I did eventually get into the video game market, but I dealt more with the hard to get specialty type stuff, so I wasn't often mobbed by young kids wanting to steal cars, beat people up, and kill cops, or presidents. When I first encountered the Medallion of Zulo, my wife and I were recent empty-nesters since out youngest son David had joined the Air force right on the heels of the Gulf War. The middle child and our only daughter, Dana was in her sophomore year of college and our oldest son, Keith was married and living in California and working as Structural Engineer. He was quite a bit older than Dana. With David out of the house and Jackie not needing to hang around it as much, she had gone back to school to be an Ohio State Tested Nurses' Aid and worked in the home health care industry part time as she still helped me with the shop. Anyway, as I was saying. It was a spring day and the sun was shining. I was tending my shop, which mostly consisted of playing a game on the computer and waiting for someone to come in. I knew that I wasn't going to get rich, but I got enough business to stay open and pay my bills. Hey it made me enough money to raise two boys and a girl. The latter being responsible for my branching into collectable dolls. So I was sitting at my computer, when this little girl comes running in all by her self. I thought she would run right to the dolls, but instead she ran to the railroad section and crouched under a display table. I thought this was odd and was about to ask her if she needed help when a slightly older disheveled looking black woman came running in and headed for the doll section and stopped. She turned and looked at me. I could tell by the way she was dressed in casual business clothes and the way she carried herself that she was probably with child welfare. She gestured the question, "where is she?" To which I pointed up and over to signify that she was under a railroading table. The woman moved in a mock casual way to where I had pointed, in moments had the wriggling little girl in a strong, but gentle grasp. "Come along Cindy." the woman coaxed. " I have a nice family waiting to meet you." The girl, who looked to be about five or six, didn't look very pleased with this turn of events and glared at me. My initial thought was that she figured that I ratted her out, but then I thought that she looked as though she was silently pleading with me to help her. The older black lady said, "I am Mrs. Claire Barns and I am with Children's services." She motioned to her badge pinned to her suit coat that had her photo, name, and read DHS. She continued, "I am really sorry for the trouble. Cindy hoped out of the car when I stopped for the light. Girls at this age are frightened easily, and she is on her way to meet her new family. That can be pretty scary." She paused as though to let what she said sink in and said, "Thank you for your help." Now the little girl's glare looked like one of anger. I quickly looked back up at the woman and said, "It was no problem, really." I looked down at the cute little blonde girl, whose expression hadn't changed and I said, "Good luck Sweetie." I thought for a moment and said, "Hold on a second." The girl's expression softened a bit. I went to the doll section and retrieved one of my daughter's favorite model of doll she had when she was a girl and brought it back to the counter and handed it to the little girl. "Here you go, Sweetie. It is a collectable, which means that it will be worth some money someday." The girl reluctantly took the doll from me as her face screwed into a rather foul look. I thought for a moment she as going to spit at me or something. Mrs. Barns said, "What do you say, Cindy?" The foul look hadn't changed, but she sweetly said, "Thank you, Mister." Mrs. Barns genuinely smiled, not being able to see Cindy's face, and thanked me as well. Then she turned and guided Cindy out of the store. I sat and wrote down the non-sale of the doll and simply wrote: Given to Cindy. Then I turned to my computer and went back to my game thinking about how scary this all must have seemed to such a cute little girl. It was several hours later, when I was cleaning up for the day, around eight o'clock, that made a discovery. Where the girl had ducked under the table was a bundle of cloth. I picked it up and could feel that there was something inside. I opened the bundle and found a gaudy looking necklace with some sort of medallion. Have since learned it was the medallion of Zulo, but I didn't know that at the time. The bundle turned out to be some kind of button down shirt. I put them in the back room and headed home to have dinner with my wife. I told her about little Cindy and Mrs. Barns. She said that she might like having another little girl running around again and I thought it might be fun at that. We decided to give some more thought and possible look into adopting a little girl. It was several days later that I found just what the Medallion of Zulo did. Around nine in the morning. I was unpacking some new stock in the back room and needed the table space. I don't know why I put the medallion on, I guess it just seemed easy in a pinch. It wasn't until I was unpacking some hand made doll dresses that I noticed a tingle as I dropped it onto my chest. All of a sudden, I felt a slight sensation of vertigo. As though, I were riding on a fast elevator. It only took me a moment to realize that somehow the impossible was happening. I was shrinking. At first, I thought it was my imagination. As my sleeves covered my hands and my trouser legs pooled at my ankles, I realized that it was really happening. In a matter of minutes, I had become so small that my clothes literally fell off of me and I was standing naked with them pooled around me. I looked at my hands and they were absolutely tiny. My nipples became pink and puffy and I felt a twinge in my crotch and bent to look there and see my penis withering a way rapidly. I straightened up to discover my puffy nipples had small mounds under them and they were still swelling. I felt for my penis and it was smaller than my boys' had been when they were babies and continued getting smaller until I could no longer grasp it. I also noticed that my body hair seemed to have disappeared and the hair on my head had grown considerably. When the vertigo finally subsided, I was clearly female and only about a foot tall. I stepped out of my clothing and the necklace with the medallion. I walked to the restroom. Luckily the door was open. I climbed up onto a pipe and was able to climb onto the toilet. From there I was able to get onto the sink and look in the mirror above it. I could see my face and just barely see my breasts. I was pretty! I stepped back onto the spigot which rose slightly and I was able to see myself from about the knees up. I was now an attractive looking woman about foot tall. Finally, I hopped back down onto the toilet seat and then jumped to the ground. And walked back out into the backroom. I climbed a chair and hopped up onto the table. I went to the phone. It was a struggle to lift the receiver off the phone, but I managed. I was glad I had replaced that old rotary phone with a push button model. I don't think I could have managed the rotary dial. I called my house. "Hello?" My wife answered. "Jackie, Honey, I need you quickly." I stammered, forgetting that she wouldn't know who I was at the moment. "Who is this?" She inquired. "Jackie, it's me Darrel. I've had a slight accident. Would you please come to the store? I replied. "Darrel? It doesn't sound like you." She sounded worried. "It's me, just come to the store." I demanded and hung up. This was a normal reaction for me and I knew she would know it. I sat on the edge of the table and waited. I hefted my breasts as I sat there. They were not huge, but they felt real. I touched myself between my legs and that felt real too. I wondered what turned me into a female and one that was only a foot tall. This was all so unsettling. I am sure that those of you who have been changed by the medallion know what I was going through. I didn't even consider the medallion at first. It did dawn on me that I was a living version of the Cathy Doll that was sitting on my shelf. She was also about a foot high and had wheat blonde hair. My build was now a close match to her dimensions. "Darrel?" My wife called. " Darrel! Some girl called and said you needed help." "Back here!" I called. She stepped through the curtain and caught a look at me and suddenly looked a little woozy. I said. "Jackie, sit down!" She didn't hesitate. She sat in a chair that was near by. She just stared at me for several long minutes. I watched as the color slowly began to return to her face. "Who are you? Where is my husband? Just what the hell is going on here?!" She demanded. "Jackie, I don't really know what is going on here but I am Darrel. To be more accurate I WAS Darrel, or I am on the inside or something." I stammered. "I was opening stock, doll dresses, one fell out of the box and hit me in the chest. Over the next several minutes I shrank right out of my clothes and turned into this." I stood and motioned with my hands like a tiny game show model. She just looked at me like she was waiting for the punch line. "Look!" I pointed to the pile of clothes on the floor, "My clothes are over there." She looked at the pile and then back at me. She stooped down and examined the clothing she saw me put on that morning. She lifted my shirt that was still buttoned with my t-shirt still inside and there was a dull clunk sound. With the other hand she picked up that cheap medallion. She moved the my shirt out of the way and we both looked into where my pants were pooled on the floor. Sitting right in the middle of my under shorts was that cheap medallion that had fallen through my shirt and t-shirt still in her left hand. "Hey!" I shouted. "That must be what did this to me! Just before the dress hit me I had put that on to get it off of the table." She glanced back up at me on the table with odd look on her face, as though she had momentarily forgotten that I was there. It still must have been shocking to look at foot tall full grown woman. I was glad that I now had some idea what might have happened to me. All ready the wheels in my mind were beginning to turn about how I might be able to change back into myself. Jackie continued to search around the store and the back room. On one pass she threw the dress on the floor at me and told me to but it on. That seemed like a good idea to me as I was tired of being naked but had nothing to put on where I was standing. Finally, when she could find no place for me to hide and figured out that I could not have left the store with all my clothes on the floor. She discovered that my socks were still in my shoes and inside my pant legs and my shorts were still in my pants as though I had slipped them off together. She sat down in front of me in the doll's white lace dress and just looked at me. She still seemed not completely sure that the pretty little woman on the table before her was who I claimed to be. She began asking me personal questions that began with my social security number, date of birth and such. She then moved on to asking me about her personal information SSN, DOB and such. Then on to our adult kids' information. It wasn't until I was able to give her complete and detailed information about deeply personal things like her body and our relationship over the years that she began to loose her skepticism. The door chimed while she was interrogating me and she went to take care of customers. I could hear her tell them that I wasn't feeling well that morning. I thought to myself, "isn't that the truth." When she came back, I told her that I had a problem. I had to relieve myself, but I knew I was never going to reach the toilet to use it. She just nodded her head numbly and began looking around for something for me to use. She finally came back with a doll house toilet that the lid lifted on. I lifted my skirt and she watched me as I tried to figure out how to use my new equipment. I started to stand up and she told me to wait a minute and went into the bathroom and came back out with one square of toilet paper. She said, "You're going to want to tear off a piece of this and wipe down there." I took her advice and then she found me a pair of panties that went with the dress and I put them on. After I fixed my skirt, she asked, "So Darrel. What now?" "I don't know." I said. "I guess I'll put the necklace on and try to see if it will change me back." She nodded and handed it to me. I put it around my neck and the medallion still sat on the table. Nothing happened. Then I remembered the dress and figured that it must have touched the medallion so I touched my shirt to it and again nothing happened. After several more attempts and different ideas. Jackie said, "Well it looks like I am going to have to call Mandy and tell that I can't make it in for work today." Mandy was Jackie's boss. "I guess so." I said. "I'm sorry." She looked at me and said, "It's not your fault. I am sure you didn't plan on being a living doll today. Let me give her a call and tell her I can't make it today and then I try calling Kara and see if might know something about this medallion thing." I nodded. "Okay." I starting to get a little worried. I mean being stuck like this would be terrible. I doubted that being a female would pose too much of a problem. Being only a foot tall looked like it would certainly pose a lot of problems. I definitely couldn't run the store like this so Jackie would have take off work until we could sort this out. I hoped she didn't get in a lot of trouble for it. Then again, what choice did we have? It wasn't like I could run the store in my condition. I paced back at forth as Jackie talked to Kara. Jackie told her that one of our customers was doing a report on a magic necklace that could change people into other people. It seemed she had heard of something that worked like that, but she would have to a little research on it. She told Jackie that it was called the Medallion of Zeus or something like that and she was sure that if it changed someone, it would change them back. She promised to get back to Jackie by tomorrow, it was the best she could do as she was kind of busy. When Jackie got off the phone she apologized for not insisting Kara hurry but she felt that it was a good idea not to let her know what had happened to me. I agreed that had been prudent. I told her that it was no big deal at this point. I was just worried about having to stay like this for a long time. There was nothing left to but wait and run the shop, which Jackie did, while I stayed hidden in the back room. It was mid-afternoon when Jackie asked, "So, how are you feeling?" "I don't know, a little hungry, and a little bored." I replied. Jackie went back to the house and fixed us a couple of sandwiches. Well, she fixed herself a couple of sandwiches and cut a little bit out of one of them for me. It turned out to be just the right size and filled me up. She opened a package of doll house dishes and found me a cup to drink from and a plate to eat from. She poured a little of her cola into the cap and I was able to scoop out a couple of cupfuls to drink. While we were eating lunch, Jackie suggested that we do a fashion show. Rather, that I do a fashion show. It didn't sound real exciting, but I figured it would beat boredom. I began trying on all kinds of doll clothes would prance around like a runway model. Jackie would set a side what we liked for me to wear. I mentioned that she had a quite a bit in the pile and she said she didn't know how long I would be like this so I was good to be prepared. "Besides," She said, "we girls like to have lots of choices in what to wear." A little later, I told her that my chest was beginning to get sore and she said that was because I wasn't wearing a bra. They don't really make brassieres for dolls and the few that are made wouldn't be very supportive since batting, porcelain, and plastic don't need support. She had me get undressed and got a cloth measuring tape and took some measurements of my chest waist and hips. Then she called one of our custom doll clothing makers and asked her to make some bras and panties for me. When she got off the phone I said, "There are plenty of panties for me to wear." "That's true, but A.) these will match your bras, and B.) dolls don't need cotton gussets and you will." She replied. "Gussets?" I asked. She said, "That's the soft absorbent material sewn in between the legs of my panties. You'll understand when you wear them. The gusset will be more comfortable against your vagina, it will allow you vagina to breathe, and it will absorb anything that might leak out. Well, not including menses." "Menses?" I asked incredulously. "Yeah, your period. All women have them and if you stay a woman long enough, you will too." She paused to think a second and added, "At least, I think you will, but since you are patterned after a doll you might not. Hmm?" I was never one of those guys that had a problem with women have periods. It didn't bother me to go into a store and buy sanitary napkins or tampons for either my wife or daughter. It was just a natural part of a woman's body. Even the thought of facing it myself didn't bother me, all though I did kind of wonder what I would do since the obviously don't make pads or tampons in my new size. A while later, the door chime sounded and Jackie went up front to the counter, while I hid in the back room. I could hear the conversation and it didn't sound good. It was Nancy, the custom doll clothing maker. It seemed she had finished one set and brought them over so she could see the doll that was going to wear them. Jackie kept trying to discourage her, but she was determined. Eventually, Jackie came through the curtain and whispered, "You are going to have to act like a normal doll. I can't get rid of her." I nodded my understanding and swallowed hard. She grabbed a doll stand and I stepped into it. I had seen enough dolls on these things to know how they worked and how I should look standing on one. Jackie told her that I was a concept doll and we were evaluating it for the manufacturer. She picked me up and turned me over and flipped me around. She ooh-ed and ah-ed over me for several minutes and marveled at how life like I looked. Then right there on the front counter, she stripped me naked and continued to marvel at how realistically my joints moved and that I was anatomically correct with my real looking nipples and vaginal slit. She told Jackie that I must obviously be intended for over eighteen collectors and such. Finally, after what seemed to me to be long time, she put her bra and panties on me and stood me back on the stand and posed me to best show off her work and my shame. Of course, she kept preening and primping me while she continued to talk to Jackie. I wasn't sure I could hold out pretending to be a lifeless doll for much longer. When much to my relief she said her good-bye and left. Jackie chuckled at my predicament as she carried me back to the back room. I didn't quite share her amusing assessment of what had happened. I was a bit surprised that Nancy didn't notice that I had turned a bright shade of pink all over. It was a good thing that when I transformed, I didn't have any body hair at all. Pubic hair might have thrown off the whole ruse. She said, "Well at least you have underwear that fits and looks good on you and she said that she'll bring more for you tomorrow." I just kind of glared at her and thought, 'Oh great! There's something to look forward to.' She would probably want me to 'model' her new stuff too. I realized that even I had to admit that both the bra and the panties felt pretty good to wear. Jackie was also right, now I did understand the true benefits of a gusset. I felt much nicer against my sensitive parts and the other panties. Our initial shock was beginning to wear off and Jackie seemed to be getting more than a little curious. She had me remove my new bra and panty set and lay on the table with my legs spread while she inspected my genitals. She told me to hang on a minute and got a jeweler's glass, which is a magnifying lens placed in the center of a round fluorescent light on an adjustable arm so you can work on small objects. Then she had me spread myself open so she could look inside me. "It all looks real." she said. "It feels real." I informed her. She took a pen and touched the back end against my vagina and twisted it lightly. In seconds, I felt wetness there and a moment later, I felt the pen slip inside of me. It was the strangest thing I had ever felt and I jumped backwards. How ever, Jackie only had a loose hold on the pen and it moved with me still buried inside of me. "What are you doing?" I shouted in my tiny voice. "I wanted to see something, just lay back, close your eyes and relax." Jackie replied. I did as she asked and laid back on the table and closed my eyes and tried to relax. She began moving the pen around inside me and it felt good. She worked it in and out and around and around. Suddenly, I felt the pleasure build inside me and there was a slight pressure from my vagina and in a couple of minutes a pleasurable feeling hit me like a runaway train and I began moaning and gasps and small shrieks escaped my lips. My hips began bucking on their own and it felt like I was going to pass out as I felt something wet ooze out of me and down my butt crack and cheeks. All at once, the pleasure hit a peak and I let out a small scream and my body convulsed as wave after wave of intense pleasure racked my body. She stopped moving the pen and I just lay there feeling spent, gasping as parts of my body shook and jerked uncontrollably. It didn't take a genius to tell me I had just had an orgasm as a female. I laid there panting for some time while Jackie just watched me. After I had finally calmed down she asked, "So? What do you think?" "T-that was definitely different." I answered shakily. "It felt great!" I added a little stronger. Jackie picked me up and took me to the bathroom sink so I could get cleaned up. I was able to use it like a shower. Afterwards, Jackie gave me a paper towel to dry off with. Then she carried me back out to the table. As I got dressed she told me her theory. "I think that you are a fully functional woman even though you are only a foot tall." She said. "I think that if you had sex with a man small enough for you, you would probably get pregnant." "Well, there is a comforting thought." I replied. "This is all just so weird." She went on, "I just hope you can change back to normal." "You and me both." I said. I reminded her about the little girl and how she seemed intent on hiding the medallion. "So, I would guess that there is a way to change back." I put on my bra and panties and then added a skirt and blouse and a pair of plastic heeled sandals. "You think that the little girl was someone else?" Jackie asked. "Given the facts that I am now a woman who is a foot tall and that way she was intent on getting away from Mrs. Barns and hiding that medallion? There can be little doubt." I replied. A look of mild shock mixed with horror crossed her face for a moment and she asked. "Oh my! Should we try to find her and change her back?" I thought for a moment as I pulled my hair back over my shoulders to keep it out of my eyes. "I think it may be too late for her." "How is that?" She inquired. "She is too well known now isn't she? Mrs. Barns, Children's services and her new adopted family knows about her. If she were to suddenly disappear there would be questions. Most likely an investigation. Sooner or later it would lead back to us. We might even be accused of causing her disappearance? Well it would be true, but they would think we killed her or something." I sat on the table Indian style and Jackie motioned for me to push my skirt down to hide my panties. I did and then continued. "I guess if she comes looking for it, and I have already changed back. We should give it to her, but we'll have to make sure that someone sees her leaving. We'll just have to explain to her that she'll have wait to use it until she is away from us." Jackie had me practice walking and sitting in a skirt and heels for a little while so I could get used to it. Just incase I had to stay this way for a while. While I was practicing, she began getting the shop ready to close since is was now going on seven o'clock and we closed up around seven-thirty. After she closed and locked up, she put me, the medallion, my new wardrobe and, a doll bed into a paper sack so she could carry me home. Then she added the little toilet I had used earlier. I didn't like the idea of using a potty chair, but since I couldn't use the toilet without the risk of swimming in my own sewage, it would have to do. Luckily, our house is right behind the shop. It wasn't far, but we both thought it best to hide me from sight, just in case. When we got home, Jackie took me and my potty out of the sack and took the rest upstairs for later. She told me to just wait for dinner in the living room and she would come and get me when it was ready. Usually we prepared dinner together, but the way I was now would not only cause me to be in the way, it might get me hurt. So, I climbed up onto my chair and Jackie set the TV remote next to me and I watched television. It was a little challenging to use the remote now that I had to use two hands to push the buttons and everything looked bigger on TV because my perspective was so small now. A little while later, Jackie came into the living room and said, "Dinner is ready, but I have to run back to the shop for a minute. I'll be right back. I love you." "I love you, too." I replied. It was a habit we had gotten into a long time ago. When ever either of us left the other or went to bed we always said how we felt. Just incase it was our last chance to say it. Usually we kissed to, but this was going to be brief trip. Several minutes later, she returned with another small sack and walked past me as we greeted each other. I heard her doing something in the kitchen and then she came and picked me up. It was a little humiliating to be carried, but this would be the fastest way. She set me on the kitchen table and there was a doll table and chair with a place set for me on it. "I thought it would be easier for you to eat if you could sit at a table and this one was just too big." She explained. "Oh wow, thanks dear." I said, genuinely grateful that she remembered my preference to sit at a table to eat. We sat down to nice dinner of steak, potatoes and green beans. Jackie had cut all my stuff down to my size and put it on the tiny plate. She even had me a small plastic glass of milk. "I used an eyedropper to take some out of my glass." She said. I thanked her again and we ate and talked about the day's events as usual. After we ate, she took me back to the living room and she went and cleaned up dinner, again it was decided that I was too small to help. She came in and sat down a short time later and we watched television for a bit. Around eleven-thirty, after the news, I turned the television off and Jackie picked me up and carried me upstairs. With her eyedropper she squirted a little mouthwash in my mouth and when I was done swishing, she squirted a little water to rinse my mouth out. I used the sink to take a quick shower and then she took one in the shower. She took me into the bedroom and put me on a dresser where she had laid out my things and my bed. I said, "Hey, let me try that medallion again." So she grabbed me a shirt and I put the necklace around my neck and touched the shirt to the medallion. I felt the same tingle as before. Then the vertigo as I began to grow. "Jackie, get me off of here!" I yelled in my excitement. She picked me up and quickly put me on the floor. Then she watched me in amazement as I grew taller and my penis suddenly popped out of my slit and continued to inflate as my scrotum and testicles dropped out of the slit. As my chest grew larger, my breasts disappeared and my nipples returned to normal. Then my body hair sprouted and grew out as I reached my proper height and girth. When the tingling finally went away, I was back to normal. "It worked!" We both shouted at the same time and hugged each other. "Ah!" Jackie shouted and pulled away. "What?" I asked. She didn't answer, but it didn't take me long to figure it out. She was getting taller and bigger overall. Her breasts disappeared as her chest expanded and suddenly a penis popped out of her slit and began getting larger as a scrotum and testicles dropped out as well. Heavy body hair began to grow out and the hair on her heat got shorter and thinned out on top. The skin on her face began to look tougher and suddenly whiskers sprouted as her eyebrows filled out. As her face began to change shape, it began to look familiar. It was turning into my face. Jackie had become a duplicate of me. We just stared at each other for several minutes. I asked, "Are you all right?" "Yeah, I think so." Came the reply in my deep voice. "Whoa, this is weird!" I said. "You said it." She looked worried. "Well, at least we know you can change back." I said. Then added. "You'll just have to wait awhile." "Yeah." She said, a little unsure. "When did you change this morning?" "Hmm? I think around nine O'clock." I replied and tossed her a pair of boxers as I grabbed one for myself. "It's a good thing I was naked when I changed." She said, pulling my boxers up her hairy legs. "Yeah, it might have been painful." I noted. "Worse, I would have ruined my clothes." "What?" I asked. "Well? You know, I would have stretched them out or ripped them." She said in a matter of fact tone. "So what! They're only clothes." I told her. She thought a moment and got a strange look on her face and said. "Yeah, so what if I tore them. It would have hurt like hell." She looked a little shocked. I had to chuckle. "You said you changed around nine O'clock?" "Yeah I think so." I replied. "And it's what? About midnight?" "Yeah, something like that." I said. "That's what? Fifteen hours?" She asked. It was still weird listening to my voice when she talked. "Yeah, but it might not take that long. I didn't try it since before you called Kara. That was pretty early." I informed her. I took out a couple of t-shirts and tossed her one and we put them on. "We'll have to try it sooner this time." She looked down at her male body and added, "Most definitely." Suddenly my stomach rumbled. That ridiculously small amount of food I had eaten at dinner would not satisfy my much larger stomach now. "I'm going to get something to eat." I told her. "Go on then." She said as she turned down the bed. I went down to the kitchen and found some lunch meat and bread and had a couple of sandwiches. I cleaned up and went back upstairs. It was great to be able to do all this on my own, instead of being carried around like a doll. I walked into the bedroom just in time to see Jackie with dick in hand blow a load all over her belly. I turned and stepped into the hall to give her a couple of minutes. "Okay!" She called to me. I stepped back into the room and she was wiping her stomach off with a towel from the bathroom. Her face was red and she stammered, "S-S-Sorry, I just had to try it out." "That's okay." I assured her. "You should know that if you don't get that towel rinsed out right away it will stain." "Oh!" She said and took the towel into the bathroom. I heard water running and heard the towel get tossed into the tub and she came back in the room and climbed into bed beside me. I reached over and kissed her goodnight her whiskers felt strange against my lips. In unison we intoned, "Good night, I love you." The harmony of our voices made me a bit queasy, so I rolled over and went to sleep. In the morning we woke to the alarm clock at eight O'clock. I went down to the kitchen to make coffee and Jackie tried the medallion. A short time later I heard the shower running. It seemed much too soon for there to have been a transformation, so I guessed it must not have worked. When the coffee finished brewing, I poured two cups with cream and took them upstairs just as the shower stopped. I took them into the bedroom and put one on Jackie's nightstand and took mine to my side of the bed and sat down. A moment later, my duplicate walked into the room wearing only a towel. It was a little comical. Jackie was wearing it like she normally would to cover both her breasts and crotch. If she were a she, it would have covered what she wanted it to cover. Since she was not a she at the moment, the tip of her weenie and her balls were hanging just below the towel. I pointed this out and her face turned a little red and she moved the towel down to her waist and sat on her side of the bed. "I didn't think it worked." I told her. "You got in the shower too soon." "Yeah." She replied, "I must take longer than eight hours before it will work again." We sipped our coffee and chatted a little, as per our normal morning ritual. Then I jumped in the shower as she looked through my dresser and found something to wear. When I got back to the room, Jackie suggested that we wear the same type of clothes since we looked alike. I looked at her like she was nuts and picked out something different. Luckily, Jackie was off today, so she didn't have to call off. Unfortunately I still had to open the shop so I headed over to the shop and Jackie would keep trying the medallion and come over as soon as she changed back. A couple of hours later, I heard voices in the back room and went to look. It was Jackie and our daughter Dana. Jackie was still a copy of me. Dana saw me and said, "Hi Daddy number two." "Uh, I am number one since I am the original." I replied and they both laughed. "So, I take it your mother explained what happened?" "You mean my other dad? Oh? Hey, I just thought of something!" Dana giggled. "This is too funny!" Jackie looked as bewildered as I was. Then Jackie asked, "What is?" "My name is Dana, and I have two dads." She laughed a little harder. Apparently, we both still looked confused because Dana added. "My Two Dads?" We looked at her. "The television show? Ya know, My Two Dads?" Jackie and I both said in unison, "Oh!" It was kind of funny. After our chuckle, I asked, "So, what's up?" Jackie said, "I still haven't had much luck with the medallion." I said. "Well it's only been about ten hours, it probably takes a little longer." Dana said, "I have today and tomorrow off school so I thought I come home for a four day weekend and surprise you guys, only I didn't think you would both be guys." The bell chimed and Jackie said she'd get it so I could see Dana. Jackie stepped through the curtain and we could hear a customer call her Mr. Phillips and I looked up. It was kind of strange. They moved closer to the front of the store and out of earshot and Dana and I could talk quietly. "So, mom says that you spent yesterday as a living doll?" She asked. "Yeah, that was a really weird experience." I said and scowled a little. Dana thought a moment and said, "You know daddy, we have a real opportunity here?" "How so?" I enquired. "Well? How many people get experience what you did? You have the power to see what it is like to be someone else. Anyone else! Don't you see how cool that is?" She asked. "I suppose so. I hadn't really thought about it." I told her. "Just think about the unlimited possibilities?" Her eyes gleamed with excitement. "Haven't you ever wondered what it was like to be a woman? Or a different ethnic person? Black? Asian? Or something else, maybe a dog?" "Ugh no!" I said with disgust. I thought of dogs as dirty animals and wanted no part of one. "I was just saying, daddy. You could be anything you wanted. At least, I think so." She said. "Well? I don't know? There was a little girl who dropped the medallion here in the store. She was being taken to live as a little girl for the rest of her life. I got the impression that was not what she wanted at all." I told her. "We'll just have to be careful." Came my voice from behind me. "Your into all this?" I asked Jackie. She replied. "Yeah, it sounds exciting. I kind of like being you. It's neat. I get treated differently like this. Like I get more respect or something." "What are you saying? You want stay like this?" I asked somewhat shocked. Jackie smiled, "Only for a little while, maybe a day or two?" "We can't walk around like some kind of freaky bobsy-twins or something!" I stated. Dana suggested, "You could be mom?" "What?" I looked at her. Jackie said. "Oh come on Darrel. See how the other half lives?" I turned to look at Jackie as a copy of me. I thought for a couple of minutes and finally I said, "Okay, I'll do it. How long do we want to try this for?" Jackie said. "I don't know, a couple of days maybe. We'll just have to play it by ear." "If the thing will even work on me again." I added. "I hope so." Jackie said. Dana laughed and said. "This is going to be so cool." I looked at her and said, "That's easy for you to say, you're not the one changing your whole image into something else." "Actually, after mom told me about you being a doll, it sounded interesting. I thought I would try it out." Dana said. "Really?" Jackie and I asked in unison. "I think it might be fun to be a living doll. All the years I played with them and now I can be one." She said excitedly. Jackie said. "Well, if I am going to be Darrel for a few days, I had better stay and run the store. Why don't you girls head back to the house so Dana can use the medallion and then you can try to see if it will change you back, Jackie." "All right." I agreed and Dana and I went back to the house. Dana and I went back to the house and chatted for a bit, while I continued to try the medallion and a pair of Jackie's panties. If Dana hadn't been with me, I doubt I would have had the courage to do it. I also decided that I wanted to see myself change this time, so around eleven, I went to my bedroom and stripped. I stood in front of the mirror and touched a pair of Jackie's panties to the medallion. Nothing happened. I got dressed and went back downstairs and talked with Dana. Finally around Noon, I was again standing nude in front of the mirror when I felt that tingle as I touched the panties to the medallion and I began to change. Twelve hours, that was how long it took to recharge, or so I thought at the time. I watched as I lost both height and girth. Becoming Jackie would meant that I would become almost a foot shorter and over a hundred pounds lighter. I watched and felt my penis get smaller and smaller as it and my scrotum soon disappeared between my new pussy lips and my pubic hair seemed to just fade away into a small 'landing strip' that turned coppery red. My hips expanded and I turned sideways so I could see my rear fill out. My ass felt odd as it filled out and kind of jiggled as it settled into its new position. My thighs shrank and changed shape and my calves quickly followed as my waist narrowed and my naval took on more of an oval shape. My stomach filled in just below the naval to give Jackie's mommy pouch. My ankles and feet shrank and elongated and my ribs contracted and my nipples expanded, then swelled until my breasts began to take shape. They continued to swell until they were the proper size and shape. Looking in the mirror, I could tell that they were Jackie's breasts. My neck became slender and I felt a slight tightening in my throat, so I tested my voice. "Hello?" Jackie's sweet voice asked from my mouth. My face slowly rearranged and my hair began to grow out and turn red. In just a couple more seconds, Jackie looked back at me from the mirror. I lifted my delicate hand to my face and she did the same. This was so amazing to be my own wife. I explored this body I knew as well as my own, yet I never knew it in this way before. Dana knocked on the door and I asked her to come in and she helped me get dressed. She talked me into a skirt and blouse. This was a little frightening since the last time I was a female, I could hide from the world in a paper bag. This time, everyone would see me in public as a woman. I made us all a little something for lunch and we walked back over to the shop so Jackie could eat with us. When we walked in the back door, Jackie came into the back room and said, "Well, hello ladies." I managed a weak, "Hi." Dana added her greeting as well. We sat in the back room and ate our lunch. As we talked, I continued to refer to Jackie as Jackie or her and she. They both said, that since I was Jackie now. I should refer to MY HUSBAND as Darrel or him and he. That made sense. I could get pretty confusing the way I was talking and thinking. Dana said I should try to think like Mrs. Jacquelyn Marie Phillips and my Husband was Darrel Wayne Phillips. We drilled each other on our names, social security numbers, birth dates, and other vital information. Along with the opposite of what I normally knew about myself I got to learn when my last period was and when my next one should be and a few other feminine information. Around two o'clock, the phone rang and DARREL answered it. HE handed me the phone and said, "It's for you, JACKIE." I took the phone and said, "Hello?" "Hi Jackie, it's Kara." "Oh, Kara. Thanks for calling us back." I gave my husband a dirty look for sticking me talking to Jackie's old friend. I might look and sound like Jackie, but there was no way I would know her old memories if Kara brought any of them up. "I found out the info on that medallion for you." I was told over the phone. "Great!" I replied. "What do you have?" "Hey Jackie." She asked. "Are you okay? You don't sound like yourself?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little under the weather, I guess." I fibbed and thought, 'You got that right! I am not myself today. I am someone else.' "Okay, sorry to hear that. Here is the thing with the medallion. It is called the Medallion of Zulo, and legend has it that it is powerfully magical. Supposedly, you wear it and touch a garment that someone else has worn and you will magically turn into them unless you are having your period or become pregnant. I guess it would sense your hormone levels or something, I don't know, no one seems to be able to have ever explained it. Of course, if it were ever to be found it could all be tested. Providing that it really exists. Supposedly, some ancient society used it to spy in order to keep the lower classes in line. They also used it to turn prisoners into breeding stock to maintain their society and occasionally their livestock. Hmm? Oh yeah, I guess if you touch clothing that has never been worn, it will change you to fit said clothing and is gender specific meaning, that is, if you touched a new Speedo to it, you not only resize to fit it, but you would become a man. That sounds interestingly weird?" Kara paused. "Huh, it sounds kind of neat. Could you use it more than once?" I asked, pretending that this was all hypothetical. "Yeah, I guess you would have to wait twelve hours though." "You mean so it can recharge or something?" I asked, to keep her talking. "Oh no, someone else can use it right after you, but it's that way so your body won't be over traumatized by multiple changes and if the changes are small like just height or hair color, you can use it sooner. The longer you wear the medallion after touching a garment to it, the more of that person's residual memories you'll pick up. I guess that means that you'll be able to do things they could do even if you couldn't do them before. Also, if one person wears it and touches the medallion to another they will both change into each other unless one has use it less than twelve hours before. That sounds odd." She said. "It was?" I said without thinking. "Huh?" "I said that it would." I quickly tried to save. "Yeah." She agreed. I breathed a silent sigh of relief that she didn't catch on to my slip up. I thanked her for the info and hung up. I told my husband and Dana what Kara had said about the Medallion of Zulo. Darrel got that funny look I used to get and said, "Man! It would be so awesome if that medallion was real, wouldn't it girls?" Dana and I both giggled and agreed. Dana asked if we could go back to the house so she could change into a living doll. So, she and I went back to the house and I took her into our bed room where my doll things were and she put the medallion on and started to take her clothes off. "Dana! What are you doing?" I asked. "Taking my clothes off, I want to see this." She replied as she stood in just her bra and panties. "In front of me?" I asked still startled by my daughter undressing in front of me. "What?? I undress in front of you all the time, MOM. It's just us girls, ya know." She stated as she pulled her bra off and tossed it with her other clothes on the bed. "Oh, okay? I guess it just seems a little odd. I am still really your father." I told her. So, even then you are my parent either way, it's not like we're gonna have sex or something." I blushed at her candidness. "I know?" She tossed her panties with her other clothes and walked to the mirror. I had to admit to myself that she did have a cute body. She touched the tiny panties to the medallion and jumped slightly. "Yeah, I forgot to warn you about that tingle." I said apologetically. We both watched as she shrank. There wasn't much physical change since she was already a female. Everything just resized until she was the foot tall woman that I had been yesterday. She put the panties on and then asked in a very small voice, "Momma, could you put me up where the rest of my clothes are?" I picked her up and put her on the dresser and she got dressed. While she was dressing, I took her clothes and her doll things into her bedroom. Then I went back to get her. She was wearing a pretty skirt and blouse when I got back. She said, "A purse would only be for cosmetic effect at this point, I think." I agreed and I picked her up and placed her in the pocket of my skirt and headed back to the shop so Darrel could see Dolly Dana. I slipped into the back door of the shop and I could hear voices from the front. One was obviously Darrel and after listening for a moment, I recognized the other to be Nancy. Then I heard Darrel say, "There she is now and she should have the doll with her." Then in a louder voice he asked, "Jackie?" "Coming!" I replied and walked through the curtain. Nancy looked up and said, "Hi Jackie." "Hi Nancy, how are you today?" I responded. "Oh, I'm fine, I finished the rest of the doll undergarments and wanted to see if they fit." She told me. "Oh? Okay." I glanced at Darrel, who was slightly behind Nancy and out of her view. He nodded and I took Dana out of my pocket and set her on the counter. Jackie must have told her about my experience with Nancy because she limply dropped to a prone position on the counter. Nancy picked her up and quickly stripped her and put the underwear on her. She didn't take all the time to examine her since she had done that when I was the doll. She tried each pair of panties and each bra on Dana and then put the clothes she had been wearing back on her and stood her in an empty doll stand. How the woman didn't seem to notice that the 'doll' was breathing as she held 'it', I'll never know. I inwardly chuckled as I noticed Dana's cheeks were pink. I knew that feeling. After Nancy left, I took Dana and her new underwear back to the house and put her in her bedroom and went down to the kitchen to prepare supper for my husband and daughter. We ate when Darrel came home from the shop and then he and I watched a little television while Dana went back to her room. Darrel and I turned in a little early so we could experiment with sex the way we were. I found to be quite a turn on to perform orally and have sex with a man in spite or my homophobia. I give my husband a blowjob and found that it wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be. It was the same with intercourse and I found that thoroughly enjoyed having a female orgasm. I also enjoyed the feeling of comfort as my husband held me in his arms as we fell asleep. I was a little disoriented when I woke in the morning until I remembered that I was Jackie. I got out of bed and made coffee. It felt a little exciting to walk down to the kitchen in only a flimsy nightgown and panties. We had decided to stay swapped for the day. As I was making my man breakfast, Darrel said, "Do you know you have to work from eleven to three today?" "No?" I replied. He said, "Just put the medallion on and touch one of my smock tops to it for a little while and you should be fine." "Okay." I replied. Then I used the medallion and Jackie's top for about ten minutes, and she was right, I began to understand the things I needed to in order to do her job. I got ready for work and went to talk to Darrel to find out how to get to where I was going and then I went to work. I was a little worried at first, but I soon realized that I would be fine and my day went off without a hitch. When I got home, I checked on Dana. She had returned to normal. Then I went to talk to Darrel. He asked me how it went at work. I found myself giving him a more detailed account of my day than I would have when I was a man and we both had a chuckle when he mentioned it. He also informed me that he wanted to take me out to dinner and dancing later and told me to dress nice and kissed me good-bye. I went back home and asked Dana to help me pick out an outfit. I ended up with an elegant black cocktail dress that fell to mid-thigh. Under that I wore a black strapless bra, matching French cut panties made of lace, shear to the waist black pantyhose and black high heeled sandals. I carried the purse that matched the dress. Dana had painted my finger and toenails red to match the lipstick I wore. Dana was able to really bring out the color of my eyes with shadow, liner and mascara. I also wore dangling black pear earrings with a single strand black pearl necklace and a black ladies' dress watch. Dana had piled my hair on top of my head and as a final touch she shot me with Allure perfume behind each ear, on each wrist, and behind each knee. She pronounced me ready and we went downstairs just as Darrel came in from the shop. I loved the looks of first surprise then lust on his face. He excused himself and went upstairs to get ready and a short time later, returned wearing a charcoal gray suit. I thought he really looked handsome in it and his old spice cologne was really having an effect on me. We said good bye to Dana and Darrel held out his arm. I slipped my arm inside his and he led me to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for me and then helped me in and closed the door. I must admit I found the attention flattering. We went to a very nice local restaurant and then he took me to a dance club that catered to more of an older crowd. After an awkward moment or two as we both tied to lead, we had a wonderful time dancing. As the night moved on, I notice men checking me out. I was also treated very different from what I was used to. I also noticed that I was beginning to like it. I don't mean that I was getting hit on or anything, but people seemed to be nicer and more accommodating, especially men. I knew that it was all due to being in the presence of a pretty woman and I found that flattering and a bit of a turn on. When we got home, we found a note on the table that said that Dana had gone out with friends so we could be alone and that she would be home in the morning. So we went quietly to our room. We slowly undressed each other kissing as petting as we went. Our love making was a little slower and much more deliberate this time and I loved every minute of it. If at that moment, Darrel suggested that we toss the medallion I would have without hesitation. We wound up sleeping in each other's arms. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought, 'I could get used to this.' Shortly after Darrel left for the shop, Dana came home. She asked me to bring her the medallion and she used it to change into a seven year old, so she could enjoy her dolls again the way she used to. It was a lot of fun playing with Dana and being the mommy for the next couple of days while she was a little girl. Dana acted differently toward me as Jackie than she had when I was her dad. We were a little more like friends. Kind of like being in a private club together. A couple of days later, Dana went back to college and I was still Jackie. In fact, I lived as Jackie for a whole month. By the time we switched back, Jackie seemed to be done with the medallion. For me, it was just beginning. I didn't want to change all the time, but I still liked to become some one else once in a while. Sometimes I would be a little boy or girl, sometimes a teenage boy or girl, and sometimes a woman. I only stayed transformed until the twelve hour time limit. Dana came home for Christmas break, we played with the medallion for several days until David came home. We spent several days as different aged girls. Dana even got Jackie to change a couple of times, but usually Jackie played our aunt and took us different places. I did most of my Christmas shopping as a thirteen year old girl with Dana. We figured that it would be best not to tell David about the medallion, to keep less people in the loop. After David returned to the Air Force, Dana and I played a little more with the medallion. I even went with her back to school for a couple of days as a college aged girl, or rather woman. She even hooked me up with a guy one night. We just danced, all though I did let him kiss me at the end of the evening. That month I had spent as Jackie had done quite a bit toward helping me get over the sexual hang ups about relations with guys. I took a bus home since I didn't have a driver's license. It was thrilling and a little scary to travel as a young woman alone. It was the first time I had been surrounded by strangers as a female. Even when I had worked as Jackie, her clients had known her, so it was a somewhat controlled environment. This was different. I felt vulnerable and it excited me a little. I made it home safely and returned to being Darrel. I settled back into my normal routine and didn't use the medallion for a couple of months. Then the weekend before spring break, Dana came home and we spent all day Saturday as little girls. We played with dolls and Jackie took us to an indoor water park and we had a blast. Before Dana went back to college, she invited me to go with her to Daytona beach for spring break. Jackie talked me into it by citing that I hadn't had an actual vacation since I had opened the shop. I was going to argue that I didn't need a vacation, but it did sound like fun. A whole week of drunken debauchery. Friday found me a college coed and packed for a week of fun in the sun. I had to admit that I made a cute college girl with my brownish-blonde hair and blue eyes set into a pretty face with bow lips and a button nose. My build was slight with smallish firm breasts and slightly flared hips. I would find out that I was the shortest of the group standing only about five foot even. It was with nervous anticipation that I waited for Dana to pick me up. I was going to be a young woman for whole a week. It would be the longest time I had been a woman since the month I spent as Jackie. I had kissed Jackie good-bye before transforming so I was ready when Dana picked me up and introduced me to her friends as her cousin Joyce. It didn't take me long to acclimate into the group and soon even Dana acted as though I were just another girl. I think that for the most part, she forgot that I was anything other than that. We had a great time hanging out on the beach in skimpy bikinis all day and partying all night. I found that it aroused me to see the guys checking me out in my sexy clothes. Not that I was looking for a guy, I just liked the attention. That is not to say that I avoided them either, by weeks end I had kissed and petted with several guys, but the night before we were due to leave, tragedy struck me. We were all at an end of the week bash where beer and wine flowed pretty freely. The other girls had slowly paired off with guys and were in the crowd dancing when this cute guy came up to me and started talking to me. Before long, we were dancing and talking and he asked me to go for a walk on the beach with him. I declined his offer, but he was persistent and assured me that nothing would happen, except maybe for some kissing. I finally gave in and he got each of us another wine cooler and we headed out onto the beach. After we walked for a while we sat down in the sand. I was surprised that it was still warm. As we talked, he leaned over and kissed me. I let him, figuring that it was only a kiss. That was the last thing I fully remember. The rest is pretty jumbled and hazy, even to this day. I vaguely recall being in different sexual positions with him and even possibly one or two more guys, only I don't know what really happened and what my mind made up. I don't think I could pick any of them out of a crowd, if there were others. The next thing I clearly remembered, was waking up with the sun on me. I was still laying on the beach, only now I was naked and several guys were gathered around and staring at me. I jumped up and looked for my clothes, but couldn't find them. As I struggled to cover my tits and my crotch I shot dirty looks as a couple of the guys and one said, "Don't worry, Babe. I don't do sloppy seconds." And a couple others said, "Me either!" It took a couple of seconds for me to register what they had said. As I did, I realized that I could feel something leaking out of my vagina and onto my thighs. I had been raped. Finally, I spotted my bikini several feet down the beach and I ran to it and put it on under the scrutiny of the group that had gathered. I couldn't believe that not one of these guys would help me, or even turn around. The only thing I knew to do was to find Dana. I couldn't go to the police since I didn't really exist. They would ask too many questions. I couldn't even remember what this guy looked like. If he was even the one who did this to me. When I got back to our hotel room, Dana was frantic, wondering were I had been. I told her what happened to me and she wanted me to go to the police until I told that we couldn't explain who I was. The only thing I could do was to get to the medallion and change back as soon as possible. She reminded me that it would take at least fourteen hours to drive home. So, we called Jackie and she sent me plane fair. I flew home and Jackie met me at the airport with the medallion and one of my shirts. In the car, I put the medallion around my neck and touched the shirt to it. I felt the tingle. 'Good!' I thought, 'I caught it in time.' I changed clothes in the car while my body changed and by the time we got to the house, I was looking like my old self. It wasn't until I went into the bathroom that I discovered that I still had a vagina. What's more, I noticed that I was beginning to change back. As quickly as my body took on my male form, it reverted back to the Joyce form. I tried the medallion again, but nothing happened. Jackie left and returned later with a home pregnancy test that confirmed my nightmare. I had been impregnated on the beach without my consent. My mind swam as I tried to come to terms with it. I felt stupid, like it was my fault. I should have never went for that walk. I should have never went with Dana. Jackie held me and it was really comforting. She told me that it wasn't my fault that some asshole thought it was okay to take advantage of a pretty girl. I reminded her that I was her husband and she reminded me that I wasn't at the time, or now. She said that most women who are raped think it is their fault but it isn't. Some stupid men think that a woman doesn't have a right to tell them no. I spent a couple of days crying and worrying. I didn't know what to do. I suggested an abortion, but Jackie said she didn't think it was right and besides, it would still take some time for my body's hormones to return to normal so I could use the medallion. After thinking for a couple of days, I begrudgingly agreed with her. I had always thought that abortion was wrong, I didn't think I had the right to tell oth