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For as long as Eunice Babson had been a librarian at the Orne library of
Miskatonic University, one part of the stacks had been off limits to her
- the special collections vault. The vault was a large, locked steel door
tucked into a back part of the basement, and was the bailiwick of one
man, Professor Horatio Lake, son of _the_ Professor Lake, who died in the
famous 1931 Antarctica expedition. The younger Professor Lake kept close
watch on his literary charges.
When Eunice was new to the job - many years before - she had overcome her
dread of the locked room, and had tried the handle of the door. She had
no sooner put her hand on the door handle than the handle turned! Out
stepped Professor Lake, and Eunice wasn't sure which thing scared her
more, the glowering look on the professor's face, or the unnamable evil
that seemed to emanate from inside the room.
Eunice stayed away from the part of the basement that held the special
collection ever since. It seemed to her, sometimes, that evil was
creeping from the collection into more and more parts of the basement. By
the time she became library director she never went down there anymore.
That was what her employees were for.
She had an uneasy truce with Professor Lake. He came and went as he
pleased, and sometimes there were, well, not so much sounds, more like
vibrations, that came from the special collections room. But it wasn't
hers to worry about or deal with.
Eunice never married. It wasn't a big surprise to her or the people who
knew her. She was plain, even mousey, a little masculine, and she loved
the orderly lives in books. Real life was too messy, too uncontrolled.
Books had a beginning, middle, an end, and could be shelved when they had
been read, or became too disturbing.
Professor Lake died in an event that could only be called strange. Eunice
wasn't in the library when it happened; it was in the middle of the
night, after all. Campus security said that strange, greenish light was
showing through the basement windows, and before they could go down to
investigate, it turned into an almost blinding radiance. One security
officer, whom Eunice suspected of being a drinker anyway, said that he
had seen, for a moment, a huge edifice in place of the library, like some
kind of immense, misshapen castle, built for beings far from human.
When security got downstairs, the door to the special collection was
open, and in the middle of the floor was a pile of clothes belonging to
Professor Lake. The professor was never seen again.
This was disturbing enough to Eunice - then something far worse happened
- there was simply no one to take Professor Lake's place as curator of
the collection. It fell to her.
She avoided the room as long as she could. A month after the professor's
death, a scholar from Iceland arrived, wanting to look at
'Unaussprechlichen Kulten' - a book from the collection.
His credentials were in order, so there was nothing Eunice could do but
walk him down the metal steps to the basement, under the wire caged
florescent basement lights, to the locked metal door.
As she opened the door, Eunice felt that something had changed. Something
that had been pushing her away before was drawing her in. She noticed,
for the first time, that the room that housed the collection seemed so
much older than the rest of the library, the rest of the campus, older
than anything she had experienced before. She left the scholar from
Reykjavik alone in the reading room, and found herself envying his time
there.
A week later, Eunice walked down to the basement, to reshelve some
archived volumes, when she noticed that the door to the special
collections room was open. As far as she knew, she had the only key, and
she didn't remember leaving it unlocked. She walked back to the open
door, wearing her best head-librarian expression. She pulled open the
door and saw, seated at the reading table in the middle of the room, a
young woman.
"I had been working with Dr. Lake." She stood and smiled. She had a
strange, exotic beauty, something Eunice couldn't put her finger on. "I
am called Rommie." She extended her hand and Eunice felt a shock as she
took it. "It is not my name, my real name is Crom-ya, a Cimmerian name,
but people find it hard to pronounce."
Rommie held on to Eunice's hand, and looked into her eyes. Eunice could
think only of how deep and black Rommie's eyes were, as black as her
hair, which cascaded long over her shoulders. Eunice felt something move
inside her. It had been a long time since she had felt anything like
lust. Eunice was not an attractive woman, and through the years it just
became easier to do without passion. But now she felt how warm Rommie's
hand felt in hers, how well Rommie's professional suit fit her obvious
curves.
"You are now the curator of the collection?" Rommie asked.
"Yes, I..." Eunice willed herself not to look in Rommie's eyes. She
looked down and felt a hot blush fill her face. "I'm the new curator."
Rommie had released her hand. When she looked up, Rommie seemed to be
eyeing her speculatively. "How, uh, how did you get in here?"
Rommie sat on the edge of the table. Rommie's skirt was short enough to
show her legs, and, looking at her, Eunice's mouth went dry.
"As I said, I worked with Dr. Lake. I worked very closely with him."
Rommie smiled slyly as she emphasized the work 'very.' "So I have a key.
Perhaps we can work closely together as well?"
Eunice wanted to scream "Yes!" but instead she said. "What, um, what did
you do with Dr. Lake? I mean, how did you work with him?" Somehow,
everything Eunice said sounded suggestive in her own ears. She blushed
again.
"Hmm," Rommie stood up, and then began walking slowly around Eunice,
looking at her appraisingly. Eunice's skin tingled when Rommie touched
the back of her arm. "I definitely think I can help you!" She said.
Rommie walked around to face Eunice again. She slowly ran her finger down
the side of Eunice's face. Eunice felt her pulse racing - She couldn't
believe what was happening! Eunice had always had a secret attraction to
women, but she had never acted on it, just as she had acted on few of her
attractions to men. She was torn, and excited, by Rommie's attentions.
Rommie traced her finger around Eunice's lips, and slowly moved her face
closer, kissing Eunice softly.
"I..." Eunice began.
"Shhh," Rommie said, placing a finger over Eunice's lips. Rommie stepped
back and removed her jacket. Her breasts were covered by a red silk top,
showing a lot of cleavage, her nipples erect. "Give me your hand," she
said, and directed Eunice's hand to her breasts. They were firm and very
large, Eunice guessed she was at least a D cup, yet they didn't feel like
silicone - although Eunice had never actually felt silicone.
"Mmm," Rommie said, moving Eunice's hand over her nipples. Rommie closed
her eyes. "Yes, that's right." Eunice moved her other hand to Rommie's
breasts, gently touching her aureoles and nipples. Rommie unbuttoned
Eunice's blouse, kissing her as she pushed it off her shoulders and
reached behind her to undo her plain, white, utilitarian bra. Rommie
pulled the bra off Eunice's small breasts and began to suck on her
nipples. Eunice fell back to the table and Rommie followed, unzipping her
own skirt and dropping it to the floor, then reaching over and doing the
same for Eunice. Their lips pressed together, hard this time, their
tongues exploring each other's mouths.
Eunice fumbled with Rommie's buttons, but Rommie grabbed her own blouse
and ripped it open, dropping it to the floor - Rommie was now wearing
nothing but high heels and a small gold amulet on a chain. Rommie's body
was even more spectacular than Eunice had thought it might be. Her
breasts were high and full, with lovely large nipples. Her waist was
thin, her legs long and lovely, and she was completely shaved.
Eunice felt embarrassed by her own white granny panties, slight paunch,
and hairy legs and pussy. But that didn't bother Rommie at all. She
pulled Eunice's panties off and pushed her back onto the table, greedily
pushing her thighs apart. She stopped long enough to take the amulet off
and drop it over Eunice's neck.
"What?" Eunice asked.
"Don't worry about it, it's just a quirk I have, lover," Rommie replied.
Eunice couldn't believe how turned on she was, Rommie had hardly started
moving her tongue inside Eunice before she came. In fact, she came so
hard, she must have passed out. The next thing she knew she was laying
out on the table, with Rommie looking down at her, stroking her hair.
"Are you all right?" Rommie asked. Rommie's voice sounded different, a
little lower, and her face seemed changed, slimmer somehow?
"I'm great!" Eunice said. And she was, she felt better than she had in
years, maybe better than she ever had. "I..." Eunice sat up, and felt an
unfamiliar weight on her chest. She looked down. "I have breasts!"
"Yes you do," Rommie said, "And they're beautiful!" Rommie reached over
and removed the amulet, putting it back around her own neck.
Eunice looked over at Rommie. "And you don't!" Eunice said. Rommie looked
like a teenage boy. In fact, she now had a penis!
"I guess I should explain some things," Rommie said, stroking Eunice's
breasts. Eunice realized that she found Rommie much more attractive now.
It felt like all of her ambivalence about her sexuality was gone. Eunice
felt very feminine, and very attracted to men.
"There are more dimensions than the one you think you live in. I am a
transdimensional being, and my other dimension is very different from
this one. It was through the power of the objects in this collection, and
spells cast by Dr. Lake, that I was able to come into this dimension.
"But as different as our worlds are, there is one big similarity, the
polarities of energy you call male and female, nurturing vs. conquering,
emotional vs. analytical. I am a conduit of female energy from my
dimension. But to be here, I have to balance my energies, I have to take
male energies, and, in exchange, I give female back. For a woman, you had
strong male energies, which you gave to me, and in exchange, I gave you
female energies. Can you feel it? It's not just how you look, it's also
how you feel."
"Yes," Eunice said, running her hands down Rommie's chest. "I do feel it.
And now, I want to feel you, inside me." Eunice laid back on the table,
pulling Rommie on top of her. Rommie's penis wasn't very large, but it
was very hard, and he knew how to use it. He shifted her on to her side,
and pushed into her at an angle that almost caught her g-spot. "Oh
darling!" Eunice said, "If only you were a little bigger!"
"I will be, I will be," he said.
When Eunice put on her clothes, her blouse was almost too tight to wear -
but she didn't mind leaving buttons open - after all, if you've got it,
flaunt it! Her skirt was loose around the waist, and a little tight
around her bottom.
"I'll meet you outside," Rommie said, patting her ass. "Go!"
The library was closed when Eunice went upstairs. Halfway across the
mezzanine, Eunice realized she was walking differently, swaying her hips.
How she wished she'd worn high heels instead of flats!
She could feel that her hair was a mess, so she expected to see a horror
in the mirror. And she did, but it was the horrible look of a much more
attractive woman. Her hair, was it longer, perhaps a little less gray?
And her face was softer, more feminine, even less wrinkled. But with that
cleavage, who would be looking at her face? Her breasts weren't that big,
they could be bigger, and her hair could have less gray, maybe even be
blonde?
Eunice shook her head - what was she thinking? She didn't worry about
things like this - she was an older, unattractive woman. She had never
been pretty, and she had convinced herself that it was good not to worry
about it. Still, the woman in the mirror had potential!
She straightened up as well as she could, and headed out to the parking
lot. Rommie was nowhere to be seen. Eunice was disappointed, and glad,
all at the same time. Something wasn't right here. A transdimensional
being? What an idea! Maybe she just imagined the whole thing. But her
blouse felt tight, and the shoulder belt fit between mounds that weren't
there before. She looked over her left shoulder as she backed her VW out
of its space, and when she turned back forward, Rommie was in the seat
beside her! And it was the female Rommie!
"What? How?" Eunice started.
"We have to get you some clothes, girlfriend!" Rommie said, laughing.
"Let's get to the mall!"
The shopping was a whirlwind, picking out clothes that were much too
'young' for Eunice. Short, tight skirts, garter belts and stockings,
lacey bras and revealing tops, and some 'fuck-me' pumps. Rommie helped
her try things on in the dressing rooms, ooohing and ahhing, and
touching. And Eunice loved the attention, but really wished Rommie was a
man.
Rommie could sense her frustration, "It's all right darling, we'll find
you some male companionship. We just have to get you the right clothes!"
Rommie somehow got her into the hairdresser. She had her hair dyed, not
blonde yet, but a shade of auburn, and she had a new, flirty, upswept
hair-do. Then Rommie picked out make-up for her.
Back at her apartment, Eunice was appalled at her own lack of taste. It
had been fine before, but now it was too masculine, too utilitarian;
there was no hint of fun about it.
"Oh darling!" Rommie breathed. "This will all have to change! But for
tonight, we only have to worry about changing you!"
Rommie put her in a bath and shaved her all over. Eunice loved the smooth
feeling of her skin. Rommie put lotion on her afterwards, rubbing it
lovingly over Eunice's mound. It felt so good! Not quite what she wanted,
but good.
Then Rommie applied the make-up. Eunice looked at herself in the mirror
and realized she was, finally, attractive. Her lips were full and
pouting, her eyes framed by eyeliner looked beautiful - and blue? But her
eyes were gray like used dishwater! It must be a trick of the light,
Eunice thought.
The clothes were perfect, with the tops of her hose almost peeking from
under her tight black leather skirt, and a white top with a neck scooped
out to show her new assets. Eunice couldn't believe it, what man could
resist her? She was older, sure, but still hot!
"All right baby," Rommie said. "We're going to find you some action! Oh,
I almost forgot!" Rommie spun in a circle, faster than Eunice's eyes
could follow, and when she stopped, she was wearing a sequined blue
dress, a perfect compliment to her dark hair, light skin, and perfect
figure. "Or, rather, find us some action. We're a team, girl friend!"
Stanley sat in his dorm room, thinking about what a loser he was. He was
a senior at Miscatonic U., but in his four years at the school, he had
never been laid. He was OK looking, he guessed, but he was just so bad
with girls. He slapped his hands on his knees.
This is it, he thought, I'm going out - I'm going to get laid if it kills
me.
The Den was a dance club downtown. Stanley pushed his way to the bar. The
only looks he got from women were dirty looks. The place seemed
impossible - you couldn't speak to anyone with the music playing, and he
couldn't even get the bartender to pay attention to him. He was about to
give up and go home, when an older woman pushed up to the bar near him.
She was so hot! Tight leather skirt, low cut white top, and so feminine,
she just seemed to ooze sex. She didn't look down her nose at him, so he
thought he would give it a try.
"Hi!" Stanley yelled. Real smooth, he thought, here comes the look!
But no, "Hi," she said.
"I'm Stanley!"
"Hi Stanley, I'm Eunice, and this is Rommie." Rommie stepped from behind
Eunice.
My god! Stanley thought. They were both so beautiful! And then he said it
"You are both so beautiful!" That must be a bad move, he thought, of
course they were beautiful, of course they knew it.
"Thank you, Stan! May I call you Stan?" Eunice asked.
You can call me anything, as long as you're screaming my name, Stan
thought. "Stan, yes, great!"
Eunice and Rommie chatted to themselves for a moment. Uh oh, Stan
thought, this is where the non-drunk girlfriend convinces the other of
what a mistake she's making. He'd been through that before.
"Stan, darling," Eunice started, running a hand provocatively along his
arm. "It's so noisy here. I know a place that's much quieter!"
"Yeah, great!" Stan yelled back.
Eunice grabbed his hand and pulled him from the crowd. Rommie followed
behind.
In the parking lot, Eunice pulled him in to the back seat of a VW, and
Rommie got behind the wheel.
"I hope you don't think I'm too forward!" Eunice said. "It's just that
you can waste so much time in a place like that, looking for the right
person to show up. So when they do, it just doesn't make sense to wait!"
"Um, yeah," Stanley offered.
"You like older women, don't you?" He could see her compelling blue eyes
in the parking lot lights. He could fall in to them.
"Yes, I mean no, I mean..." Stanley stuttered. "You don't seem older, I
mean, that much older." God! He was such a dork!
They were pressed together tight in the back seat. Eunice smiled at him
and ran her hand along his thigh. He was cute - enough - she thought, and
kind of funny in a squirmy way. But it didn't matter too much, she could
sense his young, male energy, and she wanted it, wanted it inside her.
She pulled his head to hers and kissed him deeply.
Stanley was in heaven, he couldn't believe his luck! Two beautiful women,
one with her tongue down his throat! He put his hand carefully on
Eunice's breast, and she pushed forward to meet it. So he pushed it down
the top of her blouse, releasing her breast from its bra. She pulled his
head down to her nipple, and he sucked it greedily.
"Now, now, you two," Rommie said from the front seat. "We're almost home.
You don't want to have to waste time getting dressed before we go in, do
you?"
They stopped a few minutes later. Eunice pushed Stanley off her long
enough to rearrange her breasts in her bra and straighten out her blouse.
Rommie pulled the drivers seat forward and helped Eunice out, Stanley
scrambled out after her.
Stanley was afraid that they would suddenly change their minds, or laugh,
or, well, something. But Eunice put her arm around him from one side, and
Rommie from the other, and then they took turns kissing him.
They made it up to the apartment in a tangle of arms and legs. Once
inside, Eunice dragged him straight to the bedroom, Rommie following,
stroking his back.
Inside the bedroom, Eunice stripped down to her garter belt, hose and
heels in a matter of seconds, while Rommie practically ripped Stanley's
buttons getting his shirt off. His jeans and underwear followed. Rommie
ran her hands over his naked body, looked at him appraisingly, and
stroked his almost painfully erect cock. "You'll do," Rommie said.
"Oh he will!" Eunice said, pulling him over to the bed.
Eunice looked very hot in the garter and stockings, Stanley thought. She
was an older woman, and her body wasn't perfect, but she was still sexy.
Rommie was drop dead gorgeous, though, but it seemed that they meant him
to have sex with Eunice. That was fine with him; maybe Rommie would want
something later?
Eunice pulled him on top of her. She was so wet he slid right in, and she
began moaning and bucking right away. Rommie walked over, slowly
unbuttoning her blouse. She ran her hand through Stanley's hair.
"Don't cum just yet, lover," she cooed in his ear. "I have a surprise for
you."
Rommie took off the rest of her clothes and watched the couple
approvingly for a minute. Then she took the amulet from around her neck
and put it over Stanley's head. Stanley hardly noticed. Rommie grabbed
Stanley's heaving body from the back, pushing her hips into his, "Cum
lover," she said, "cum for us."
"Yes!" Eunice screamed. "Cum with me, I'm cumming."
Stanley felt the release; it came in an overpowering wave, crashing over
him.
Eunice lay panting on the bed. She looked down at the prone body between
her legs and, from what she could see, it looked like Rommie! But Rommie,
the male Rommie, was standing at the end of the bed. But Rommie looked
older this time, more muscular and masculine - quite a hunk, in fact,
right down to the 8 inches between his legs.
"What are you? Is she, is he?" Eunice asked.
"Darling," he said, sitting on the bed next to her. "You know what I am.
I did the same thing for him that I did for you. And yes, she's fine,
she'll recover any moment."
"But who says she wanted it?"
"Who says you wanted it?" Rommie caressed her face. "But you did."
"I did," Eunice said. "And I do, I love what's happened." Eunice started
caressing Rommie's cock. "And I love what's happened to you!"
"Easy my love, I think we owe something to the new girl."
Stanley stirred slowly. He rolled from between Eunice's legs and lay on
his back on the bed. Just where was he? It came back to him, the bar, the
sex, he must have passed out. That was the first time that had ever
happened. He smiled to himself.
"Did you enjoy that?" He heard Rommie ask. Her voice sounded different,
though. He opened his eyes and saw a man who looked like Rommie - her
brother? What was he doing here?
"Who are you?" Stanley asked. Stanley's own voice sounded funny, slightly
higher pitched - throaty. He tried to clear his throat, but that sounded
even stranger.
Eunice was leaning over him on the other side, "Are you OK?" She looked
concerned.
"I'm better than OK," Stanley actually felt marvelous, better than ever.
He propped himself up, and saw a gold amulet lodged between his beautiful
breasts. "Breasts! I've got breasts! What happened?"
Rommie's brother lay on the bed next to him and brushed his long hair
with his hand. Long hair? "The more important question is, how do you
feel? You feel wonderful, don't you?"
Next to him, some guy was lying naked, with a huge erection, and stroking
his hair, and Stanley did feel great, and loved the touch of the guy's
hand. "I guess I do. But I don't understand."
"Well, first off," the naked man said, tracing Stanley's aureoles with
his finger. Stanley felt like electricity was running through his body
with each touch. "I'm Rommie, and I gave you a gift, a beautiful gift of
feminine energy, and joy. In return, you gave me your masculine energy.
Come here, let me show you."
Rommie took Stanley's hand and led her to the dresser mirror. He was
beautiful! He didn't look like Rommie; he looked somewhat like himself,
maybe his own hot sister or something. Rommie stood behind him, stroking
his hair. "I have a pussy," Stanley said in wonder. It was shaved clean
and had puffy lips.
"Feel it," Rommie said. "Feel how turned on you are."
Stanley ran his fingers along the outside of his pussy. It felt so good,
and as his finger went inside himself, he felt how warm, and wet, he was.
Rommie turned Stanley towards him, and kissed him tenderly. Stanley
melted into Rommie's arms. There was no part of Stanley that didn't want
this, didn't want to kiss Rommie, didn't want to be held by him, feel him
close to her, inside her. There was no part of Stanley that wasn't a she,
not anymore.
They kissed again, Rommie caressing Stanley's breasts and ass, and
Stanley ran his hand down Rommie's chest, down, down to his magnificent
cock. She touched it, and pushed on it, and was happy about how hard he
was in reaction to her. She got down on her knees to get a better look.
She kissed it; she kissed his cock, then touched it with her tongue, then
took it in her mouth. Rommie grunted with delight. Stanley seemed to know
exactly how to do this, how to take Rommie deep in his throat, touch
lightly with her teeth, and caress with her tongue. Rommie pulled her up
and pushed her up on the dresser. Stanley couldn't wait, and grabbed
Rommie's cock and pulled it into her.
"Eunice," Rommie called, "come here." Eunice came gladly, rubbing her own
pussy, and started caressing Rommie's back.
"Do you want to be beautiful, my love?" Rommie asked. "Even more
feminine?"
"Of course, darling," Eunice answered.
"Take the amulet and put it on," Rommie told her.
Stanley didn't even notice as Eunice removed the necklace, she was
moaning blissfully, her eyes closed, pumping her hips against Rommie.
After Eunice put the necklace on, Rommie started to move harder, faster,
and Stanley's moan got louder. Finally, Stanley came, and Eunice felt a
rush of feeling, of power, that knocked her back to the bed.
And suddenly, Stanley wasn't there! Rommie was standing in front of the
dresser, his back to her, but Stanley wasn't in front of him.
Rommie turned slowly, pleased, exhausted, and lay on the bed beside
Eunice.
"Look at yourself," Rommie said. "Look in the mirror."
In the mirror was a 20 year old Eunice, but with full breasts, a perfect
shape, and a face more lovely than she had ever been. Eunice touched her
face, and the reflection did the same. It was really her! Just as Rommie
said - but, "How?" Eunice asked.
"I said I was the conduit, but that's only half true. I am the keeper of
the conduit, the amulet. It won't work without me, and I have no special
powers without it. When I take it off, I open the path, from whatever
feminine energy I'm storing, to whomever I put the amulet on. And at the
moment you cum, I can transfer that energy to you."
"And that's what happened to Stanley."
"And you. When I put the amulet back on, it closes the connection, and
the energy becomes stable in the universe."
"But before you put it on, it stays..."
"Unstable, it can move. And when I gave you the amulet, and made Stanley
come again, the unstable energy transferred to you," Rommie said. "And
now," he took the amulet from Eunice's neck and put it around his own,
"it becomes stable, it is yours."
"But what happened to Stanley?"
"We're all made up of energy, love, male and female. He gave me his male
energy; he gave you his female energy. There was nothing left."
Eunice shuddered. "This isn't right! Stanley - he - she - I can't be part
of this!"
"I can only transfer my female energy in exchange for male energy. There
is no other way, darling. Are you really unhappy about this? Would you
really give it up?"
Eunice sat heavily on the bed. "I don't know. I just don't know."
Rommie sat up and ran his hand through her hair, touching her gently on
her face and shoulders, "Lover, look inside - how do you feel? Could
something that feels like this be wrong?"
Eunice caught her breath as Rommie touched her nipples, gently rubbing
them. She felt a fire begin to build in her.
"Would you want me to undo this? Would you want me to give it back?"
"No," Eunice said, letting out a shivering sigh. "No."
Rommie took her in his arms and pulled her tight. "No," he whispered in
her ear, "Of course you wouldn't." Eunice couldn't see as an evil smile
spread across Rommie's face.
Since they had such bad luck with curators for the collection, Dr Alfred
Smith, the President of Miskatonic University, decided he just wouldn't
appoint a new one. The collection would be treated like the rest of the
library. The assistant librarian, Dr Henry Armitage, as was customary,
became the library director when Eunice mysteriously disappeared.
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