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So, A Man Walks Into A Bar...
By
Julie O
Edited by Amelia R.
Chapter 1
Devlin Byrne stepped inside the bar and shook off the rain from his coat
and hat. He hung up his well worn trench coat and cap on the hooks by the
door, knowing that no one would bother them. Normally he wouldn't have
gone out on such a terrible night, even if it was to get a few glasses of
Bushmills, but tonight was special. The person he had been pursuing for
nearly a month was in the bar.
Devlin was part owner of the bar, although this was not common knowledge.
All the staff knew him and were indebted to him in some way. Mike, the
bartender, had gone through a nasty divorce, and if it hadn't been for
Devlin, he would have lost his shirt. For some reason Mike's ex had
settled out of court and left town forever without even wanting alimony.
Kelly, the pretty redheaded barmaid, had been abused by her stepfather.
She had finally had enough and had nearly castrated him with a kitchen
knife. Devlin somehow had all the charges dropped and had made sure her
stepfather provided her with money to go to college. She had quit her job
at the beauty salon and was now studying to become a lawyer. She wanted
to help other abused women. The only reason she still worked at the bar
was that she enjoyed the job. You never knew what might happen at
Murphy's Saloon.
There were others in the neighborhood who had been helped by Devlin. In
return for his "assistance," all he asked for was the occasional favor,
nothing too difficult or extreme. In fact, most could remember doing a
favor for Devlin, but couldn't exactly recall what it was.
This was in part due to the fact that Devlin was a student of sorcery. At
a young age he had discovered that he could work spells, and over the
years he had accumulated a large inventory of enchantments.
No one was aware that Devlin had powers; they just thought of him as a
very generous man. When Devlin used his powers, he often used a spell to
block people's memories of his magic.
The large man liked to think that he only used his powers to better the
people around him. Even though he was six-two and nearly two hundred and
twenty pounds and looked like he could be a prizefighter, he was actually
a very gentle man who hated violence.
He'd taken care of Mike's unfaithful ex-wife by making her fall deeply in
love with her lawyer. The spell affected both of them, and they were
currently living happily in Miami with two kids and one more on the way.
The love spell that Devlin had cast on them made them so much in love
that they cared little about anything else and dropped all requests for
alimony from Mike.
Kelly's stepfather, Morgan, had received a different fate. He had been a
local councilman and a very corrupt one. He had acquired a small fortune
over the years through graft and bribery. After he recovered from Kelly's
attack, he was suddenly "overcome" by the urge to make amends. After
providing for Kelly's future, he then contacted the local office of the
FBI and agreed to provide them with a wealth of information on his
contacts. His information helped put dozens of men in prison and made him
a very wanted man. He was currently in the witness protection. But Devlin
had ensured that he would remember what he had done. Every night, Morgan
woke up in a cold sweat from a horrendous nightmare. The nightmares would
continue until Morgan truly repented for his crimes, which Devlin figured
would never really happen.
But tonight, Devlin was in Murphy's for himself. He had been seeking a
very special person, who would hopefully become his wife.
Devlin had originally planned on spending the night at home, but then
came the call from Mike that informed him that the one he was seeking had
just walked into the bar. Devlin immediately changed his plans and headed
into town.
Chapter 2
Brady Hayes sat at the bar sipping a Guinness as he read. He was twenty-
one and a liberal arts major at the local university. He had started
coming to Murphy's the last few weeks. The library at school was usually
too crowded and also too quiet. Brady had discovered years ago that he
studied best when there was background noise.
He liked the bar, even though they still carded him every time he came
in. He found this amusing, as the big bartender knew his name, yet always
asked to see his ID.
Brady knew he looked much younger than his age. It didn't help that he
was short and slight of build. He was barely five-seven and very thin. He
ran his hand through his dark red shoulder-length hair as he turned the
page of his book. His hair was too long, but he couldn't see wasting
money on a haircut. As it was, he could barely afford his drink that
night on his meager funds.
Devlin immediately saw Brady and smiled. He was everything that he had
hoped for. Mike had called him about the young man, even though Mike
hadn't remembered doing so - all part of one of Devlin's spells.
He sat down at the other end of the bar, so he could have a better look
at the boy.
Brady was the right size and shape. His face was nicely shaped and lacked
facial hair. Additionally, he had pierced ears. Devlin was very pleased.
Devlin glanced around the bar and saw that it was almost empty - the
combination of the bad weather and it being a weeknight. There were just
a few regulars sitting in the back; they wouldn't be any trouble as they
were more interested in the bottle they were sharing.
He ordered a glass of Bushmills and sipped it slowly, letting its warmth
sweep through his body. There was nothing like a glass of whiskey or two
on a raw night, he thought.
When he finished his first, he ordered two more from Mike and then got up
and sat down next to Brady.
"What're you reading, lad?" he asked in a friendly manner.
Brady glanced up with a slight look of surprise. He had been so engrossed
in his reading that he hadn't noticed the large man sitting down next to
him.
"History of the Middle Ages," replied Brady as he held up the book.
Devlin nodded knowingly. "Excellent book, I've read it myself. Do you go
to the college down the road?"
Brady nodded. "I like studying here better than the library, I prefer to
study where there's noise, if that makes sense."
Devlin laughed. "I also doubt they serve Guinness there."
Brady joined in the laughter. "That's true."
"I'm Devlin Byrne," he said, extending his large right hand.
Brady shook hands. For some reason the name seemed familiar, but he
couldn't place it. "I'm Brady Hayes, pleased to meet you."
They talked for a few minutes about the book. Brady was pleased to meet
someone else who was interested in history.
"So Brady, do you only drink beer?" asked Devlin. "It's a dirty night out
there, and you should drink something stronger to keep the cold out."
Before Brady could say anything, Devlin handed him a glass with whiskey
in it, along with something else. Devlin had secretly slipped a clear
liquid into the glass.
"Health and life to you," said Devlin as he held out his glass.
Brady nodded, and they touched glasses. He took a sip, and the warm amber
colored fluid poured down his throat. He had had whiskey before, but this
seemed stronger than normal. He then felt a strange sensation sweep
through his body.
"Don't be alarmed, Brady," said Devlin softly. "Why don't we go sit over
there in that booth and talk?"
Brady nodded and followed the large man to the booth.
Chapter 3
"Allow me to explain. As you may have guessed, the whiskey had a little
something extra in it. I mean you no harm. You will find that it frees
your mind and allows the real you to come to the surface. I cannot, and
will not, make you do anything that you don't wish to do. I just need to
see if you are suitable for my needs. If it doesn't work out, you will be
free to go, and this will all be a vague memory, sort of like a dream; is
that clear?" asked Devlin.
Brady nodded again.
"Good, now I suppose I should be upfront; you have a lot of feminine
traits. Are you aware of that?"
"Yes," replied Brady. He replied to the strange man's question without
hesitation.
Devlin smiled. "Now, have you ever felt the desire to be controlled... in
a sexual manner?"
How could he know? thought Brady. "Yes."
"Have you ever acted on them?"
"No," replied Brady.
"Would you like to?" asked Devlin.
"Yes," replied Brady.
"Excellent. Now, the second issue, have you ever dressed as a woman?"
"Yes, for a school play and for Halloween," replied Brady. He couldn't
lie if he wanted to.
"Any time other than that?"
"No," replied Brady.
"Have you wanted to?" asked Devlin.
"Yes," replied Brady without hesitation. He lowered his head after he
realized what he had said.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Bridget," said Devlin.
"Bridget?" Brady asked as he raised his head.
Devlin nodded. "That's your name for this evening. If things work out, it
may become permanent; are you interested?"
"Yes," replied Brady, unable to reply any other way.
"Do you like your new name, Bridget? It's a little old fashioned, but
still a very lovely name and very fitting for a fine lass like you," said
Devlin.
"Yes, I like it a lot," replied Bridget. Her face felt warm, as if she
was blushing. By god, she thought, I really think that I'm a girl now.
"Excellent, we'll get started," said Devlin. He raised his arm and
motioned for Kelly.
"Don't worry, Bridget, neither she nor Mike, the bartender, will remember
what is about to happen," said Devlin.
"What do you need, Devlin?" asked Kelly.
"Kelly, my dear, did you happen to bring your manicure tools with you
this evening?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Excellent; can you give young Bridget a manicure?"
Kelly smiled. "I'd love to. I'll be right back."
Chapter 4
Bridget couldn't believe this was happening. She watched as the barmaid
expertly applied a second coat of bright red polish to her now long
nails. Kelly had earlier attached extensions to each nail and shaped them
before applying polish.
"That's the last one," said Kelly. "I think I should do something about
her hair next, while her nails dry."
"That would be very nice of you, Kelly," replied Devlin.
Before Bridget could say a word, Kelly began to work on her hair. First,
Kelly brushed it out and trimmed Bridget's bangs.
"I have a product that should enhance your curls," said Kelly, as she
began to apply a fluid to Bridget's hair. "You have lovely hair,
Bridget."
After a few minutes of brushing, Kelly nodded in approval. "What do you
think?"
"Much nicer," said Devlin. Bridget's hair now had large curls styled into
it. It made her look extremely feminine and pretty.
"I agree; she's way too pretty to look so much like a boy. Let me get
started on her makeup," said Kelly.
Bridget found this idea suddenly very appealing and offered no resistance
as Kelly went to work on her face.
Devlin watched with approval as Kelly slowly transformed Bridget. With
each step, the woman in Bridget came out.
"I know this looks a little overdone, but you'll love how you'll look
when I'm done, Bridget. A girl as pretty as you are should show off,"
said Kelly. "Now, pout you lips like this."
Bridget imitated what Kelly was doing and felt the lipstick being
applied. Next came several coats of gloss.
"There, that's a big improvement," said Kelly as she admired her work.
She pulled a mirror out of her purse and held it in front of Bridget.
Bridget's eyes opened wide as she saw her reflection. From the neck up,
she looked like a very sexy woman. Her eyes were made up heavily, with
lots of eyeliner, mascara and eye shadow.
"I think you should change now, my dear," said Devlin.
"Change?" asked Bridget.
"Kelly, hand Bridget those bags I had you stash and show her the way to
the ladies room," said Devlin. "But, first, let me put this around your
pretty little neck."
He had bought an outfit for Bridget based on the descriptions previously
provided by Mike and Kelly. He suspected that everything would fit
perfectly.
Bridget instinctively leaned over and allowed Devlin to place a silver
chain around her neck. A small silver charm hung from the chain. It was
the form of a Celtic goddess.
"Okay, dear, go change," said Devlin.
Chapter 5
Bridget was alone in the bathroom as she changed. What felt strange was
that it all felt so normal as she cast aside her flannel shirt and jeans
and began to get dressed in the feminine clothes.
The matching panties, garter belt, and bra were all white lace. She
somehow knew to put the garter belt and stockings on first, then her
panties. The bra looked empty on her flat chest, and she suddenly wished
that she had breasts to fill it out.
She gasped as her wish was answered. Her chest began to grow out, filling
the cups of the bra with large round breasts. At the same time, her waist
shrank and her hips expanded. She now had a rather shapely and sexy
figure.
Before she finished dressing, she stood and admired her body. The only
reminder that she had been a boy named Brady was a small bulge in her
panties. She reached down and discovered that she still had a penis, but
it was very small. Instinctively, she tucked it between her legs and
nodded in approval as she saw how it improved her appearance.
For her outerwear, there was an emerald green Cashmere sweater that
looked like it was molded to her body. It emphasized her breasts and
curves. Likewise, it was cut low and showed off her cleavage. Her nipples
showed seductively through the soft fabric.
Next came a short black leather skirt and a pair of black knee-high
boots. The last item was a leather jacket that totally complemented the
rest of the outfit.
Bridget admired herself in the mirror, amazed at how sexy and gorgeous
she now looked. While it was obvious she was now female, she could see
much of Brady in her face. In many ways, she now looked as if she was his
female twin, which in some ways she was. It was like a dream come true,
as she had often wondered what it would be like to be a woman. Granted,
she wasn't a complete woman yet, but hopefully her transformation wasn't
finished.
She put her old male clothes in the bags and headed out to the bar.
Chapter 6
Devlin was very impressed with Bridget's appearance. The charm around her
neck had a spell that would change her to fit her own desires. It would
still leave her incomplete as a woman, but he had another spell that
would take care of that. Personally, he didn't mind one way or the other,
as long as she was happy. He wasn't bound by traditional rules of sexual
attraction. Over the years, he'd had male and female lovers, but he'd
always felt a special attraction towards a nice submissive transgendered
woman.
The fact that the spells would only work with the approval of the person
who was being changed justified his actions, thought Devlin. If Bridget
wanted to stay a woman, he had a spell that would ease her transition.
It wouldn't change her history; rather, it would cast a wave of
acceptance on everyone that Bridget knew. Her family and friends would
accept that she wanted to be a woman.
Bridget sat down next to Devlin and immediately snuggled up close to the
large man.
"Do you approve?" she asked. Her voice was now lighter and more feminine,
although it had the sexy roughness that Devlin liked about transgendered
women
"Yes, my love, you are quite the beauty," he replied. "However, you are
missing a few things."
He then replaced her stud earrings with silver hoops. Next, he placed
silver bracelets around each wrist. They were of Celtic design. He also
placed several rings of similar design on her fingers.
"There, that's much better; you are a fine looking woman, Bridget," he
said. "Would you like a drink?"
Bridget nodded, and Devlin raised his hand to order.
"Not that I'm complaining, but why me?" she asked.
"I've been looking for a woman who wants to let me take care of her. If
you agree, we will leave together tonight. I want a woman who wants to be
adored. I do not want a slave," he replied. "I have always loved the
inner beauty and strength of those who exist between both genders."
"But how did you select me? I mean, we've never met before tonight.," she
asked.
Kelly came up and served them each a glass of whiskey and left without
saying a word.
"That was weird; she acted like she had never seen me before," noted
Bridget.
"In her mind, she hasn't," said Devlin. "To her you are just my date."
He held up his glass and touched hers. "To us."
Bridget sipped her drink, closed her eyes and smiled as the warmth filled
her.
"Now, back to your last question; I've been on the lookout for someone
like you. I gave the staff here the ability to sense someone who fit my
criteria. They told me about you, and I must admit you're much more than
I could have hoped for."
"Will I... always be ... in between?" she asked softly as she looked
around to see if anyone else was listening.
"No, in due time I can change you into a complete woman, although you
would not be able to have children," he replied. He then explained the
limitations of the magic.
"That's fine," she replied. "It will take time just getting used to being
a woman."
"So, you agree to go home with me?"
Bridget nodded. "I've had these feelings my whole life of being
different. I need to know if this is the path for me. It's so strange; I
should be freaking out, but instead I'm filled with the greatest sense of
calm that I've ever felt in my whole life."
"Well, should you change your mind; I will abide by your wishes. I don't
want to force you into anything," he replied.
She looked into the blue-gray eyes of the large man. He looked at least
twenty years older than her, but she didn't mind. In fact, she found that
his maturity was something that made her trust him.
"Do you live far from here?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Are you ready?"
Bridget nodded.
Chapter 7
Devlin owned a large two hundred-year-old house a few miles away from the
bar. It stood on what had once been a farm. Devlin liked the fact that
the house had character and at the same time gave him privacy.
He started the fire in the fireplace and then turned out the light and
cuddled up next to Bridget. The only light in the room was from the fire.
The rain started coming down harder, and they could hear it beating
against the windows.
He took her slowly, as he wanted their lovemaking to last all night.
Lovemaking was like drinking a fine wine; it should be done slowly to
fully enjoy the experience. Devlin also wanted Bridget to ease into her
new role.
Devlin was the first man that Bridget had ever been with, yet it felt
totally natural. For such a large man, he was extremely gentle with her.
She had never imagined that sex could be so wonderful. While anal sex was
much better than she had previously imagined, she knew then that she
wanted to be completely female someday. She also came to the realization
that she wanted to be Devlin's woman.
Chapter 8
Bridget woke to a mug of strong tea being handed to her by Devlin. The
rain was still coming down, and it looked like it wouldn't be stopping
anytime soon. She sat up, with the comforter covering her nude body,
thanked him and took a sip and smiled, as the tea tasted delicious. He
sat down on the edge of the bed next to her.
"How long have you been up?" she asked.
"Since dawn," he replied. "I watched you sleeping for nearly an hour
before getting up to make the tea."
"Why didn't you wake me?" she asked as she took another sip.
"You looked too beautiful to disturb, my lass," he replied.
"Thank you," she replied, feeling her cheeks turning warm as she blushed.
"I just wanted to tell you that last night was truly magical, no pun
intended."
"You're so pretty when you blush, lass," he said as he smiled back. "I
found last night memorable myself." He then slipped his arm around her
waist and pulled her gently closer.
"Please, tell me more about yourself; what do you do for a living?" she
asked
"I'm a writer and business man. I own part of Murphy's, along with
several other local businesses."
"Really, tell me more?" she asked.
"I own an art gallery and an antique store. I let others run them now,
but I still stop in to see how they're doing. I find it more interesting
to start up the business rather than run it. I plan on giving Mike my
share in Murphy's soon," he replied.
"What about your writing?" she asked.
"I write novels," he replied.
"Historical fiction?" she asked looking up into his eyes.
Devlin nodded.
"Now I know where I know your name! I love your books. I just finished
the one about the Wild Geese, the Irish mercenaries who fought in Europe
in the 1600s. I especially loved all the historical references."
"Why, thank you," he replied. "You are by the far, the most lovely person
who has ever read one of my books."
Bridget smiled and then took another sip of her tea. She couldn't believe
how much she was in love with Devlin; it was truly a dream come true.
"How did you get involved in magic?"
"It's a rather long story, but I found a book when I was a lad of eight.
It had been in a chest given to me by my grandfather. I have no idea how
old the book is or who originally wrote it, but I was instantly
fascinated by it. The problem was that it was written using the ancient
Irish uncial alphabet, which is a variant of Latin. The book intrigued
me, and I stared at the pages for hours, even though I couldn't
understand the words. It became an obsession for me to be able to
translate the book, and it was the main reason I went to college. Even
after I graduated from college, it took me ten more years until I was
able to decipher it. When I did, I discovered that it was a collection of
spells. To my surprise, I found that I could actually cast them," he
explained.
"Did you ever tell anyone?" she asked.
"No, my family is too contemporary and civilized to accept the existence
of real magic. Maybe that's why my grandfather gave me the book, as I had
always believed in things beyond our narrow vision," he replied. "When I
was young, I always begged him to tell me stories of the old ways. I
suppose he saw something in me and that's why I got the book. We've lost
something in this modern world, and now all we have are legends and myths
of the ancient days. I suppose that doesn't exactly make sense to you,
does it?"
Bridget shook her head. "Actually, it makes perfect sense. My grandmother
told me stories of magic that had been passed down for generations. She
always claimed that our family could be traced back to the Druids. I know
the rest of my family was slightly ashamed of her as she celebrated Pagan
holidays, like Solstice and things like that. She always told me that I
could be anything I wanted to be, if I put my mind to it."
"Well, if that's true, lass, then you might have some magic in you, too.
The important thing is to have an open mind. The form you took was as
much your doing as it was mine. I showed you the path, you decided how
you would progress," explained Devlin.
"You mean that?" she asked.
He nodded. "I told you that I wouldn't force you into anything."
"Will you teach me what you know?"
"Aye, I will teach you."
Bridget nodded. "I'd like that. So you still have the book?"
"Yes, my love. Until you came into my life, it was my greatest treasure,"
he replied.
"Were the spells you used on me from that book?" she asked.
"Only the first one; over the years, I have acquired other manuscripts,"
he replied. "I'll also share those with you."
He then explained about some of the additional spells that he could cast,
depending on Bridget's wishes.
"Even though you want a submissive woman, it's very important to you that
I do this willingly," she stated.
"I can't do it any other way," he replied. "Even when I use my powers for
revenge, I'm very careful."
"Have you used your powers to help your career?" she asked.
He shook his head. "No, in fact, finding you was the first time that I
have used magic to benefit myself in decades, I've always preferred to
help others."
"I'm glad you did," she replied softly.
He cocked his head. "Does that mean what I think...or hope it does?"
Bridget nodded. "Yes, I want to be your woman...if you will have me."
A big smile appeared on Devlin's face, and he leaned over and kissed her.
"I promise I will always treat you as the lovely woman you deserve... and
are going to be," said Devlin. "What is your first wish?"
"Please make love to me," she said.
"As you wish, my lady."
The End
Author's note: This story just came to me as I was waking up on a weekend
morning. I know it's short, but I had to get it down on paper before it
faded.
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