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"Oh the Professor certainly is misbehaving," the strange old man in the
bathrobe said as he shook his head from side to side. His long white
beard swayed slightly as a look of frustration covered his face.
"Well, well, to intervene or not... I did owe The Good Professor one,"
he mumbled the last bit as he swept his hand across the crystal ball.
Then a small bell rang above his shops wooden door, a door that
strangely led into the well appointed mall outside his humble shop.
"Ah, hello Samuel."
The young man looked at him with confusion as he entered the shop.
"How'd, how'd you know my name?"
The Wizard sighed a deep sigh of regret as he looked back at his crystal
ball, he would need to address this problem Professor at a later time.
A pair of chairs.
(sequel to sociology sex change)
"Greg," Professor Barnum bellowed in a deep voice, "Greg, can you come
back in now please," he said as he continued buttoning up Josephines
blouse.
"Yeah Professor, whats up, did the clothes I brought fit her?" he said
motioning towards the new girl, still resting after her first foray into
orgasmic bliss, as a woman.
"Yes, very good Greg," the Professor said as he began looking at the
pictures on the wall. "Prepare for the next subject, get these pictures
down and replaced," he said as he took one of the female pinups down and
placed it in his briefcase.
Not a half hour ago, Professor Barnum had been a woman. Greg knew she
was a very powerful woman, a person bent on showing the truth of magic
to the world at large. The Professor however had been banned from using
magic and restraints placed upon her. However, several people in the
right places had owed her enormous favors.
Greg quickly went to work. He took down pictures of women in myriad of
revealing positions and replaced them with what could only be described
as hunks of men in interesting costumes. Construction workers, Police
and Firefighters all in clothes to revealing to do the jobs they
represented. Inter-weaved into the man flesh were wholesome pictures of
family men. Dressed in suit and tie. They stood in front of expensive
cars and nice homes.
"I don't understand the need for both sets of pictures," Greg said
bluntly.
"And that Greg, is why I'm the Professor," Barnum stated as he finished
dressing Josephine. "Nice choice in shoes Greg, something you'd like to
tell me about a certain fetish?"
Greg visibly blanched at the question and picked the condoms up, placed
them in his bag and moved the camera to a safely hidden place.
"As I thought." The Professor stood in front of the chairs, he admired
them. They had many incarnations. The chairs had been lost for many
years, hidden in that troublesome Wizards little store.
At that thought, Professor Barnum looked up, as if he was being watched.
"Better I watch my thoughts so as not to annoy those powerful beings, no
doubt watching my antics."
The two men moved Josephine into an office adjoining the conference
room. Barnum carefully closed the door, so as not to wake his new play
thing.
The Professor walked confidently across the room. He took long, powerful
strides. The Professor flexed his normal, male biceps and touched his
undefined, yet, firm chest. Barnum reached his destination. The
conference table. He took his place in the chair. Feeling its red
leather against his hands, circling the silver studs with his fingers.
"Greg." The Professor motioned to the files that had been strewn about
on the floor during his love making with Josephine.
Greg nodded and picked up the files carefully placing them on the edge
of the table. He then chose the next student to 'interview' and handed
it to Professor Barnum.
The Professor steeped his fingers. They weren't the hands of an athletic
champion, just the simple hands of an early forties Professor. He
carefully brushed a bit of blonde hair out of his face.
"Dammit," he growled.
****Ms Sherry Jinkins****
The girl stretched, hit her alarm clock and rolled over in bed. It was
almost too early to be awake. She laughed a bit at that. Had her father,
a hard working farm hand, heard her complaining about getting up at
9:30am he would have hemorrhaged something. Her father had worked hard
to afford college for his princess and now she was going to fail
sociology. Thankfully her friend Jon had passed her a note about a new
faculty member offering extra credit for interviews about transgender
issues relating to something or other, her brain was still foggy.
She got up and looked at herself in the mirror. She eyed her left
breast, which she was positive was smaller than her right.
She twirled a bit and spun, her soft white nighty flowed out. She put
her hands on her narrow hips, flipped her mangled short brown hair off
her shoulders and made a face that could only be described as 'euw' to
her reflection.
She had stuff to do, now was the time to start. Grabbing the uniformly
gray jogging outfit, she tossed it on and headed for her morning run,
she still had a little time before it go to hot outside. She was an
active sort, Martial Arts, Swim Team, Cross Country, she did it all. Yet
she still had a problem, all her extra curriculars would not save her
from a failing grade. As she turned the corner towards the parking
garage she used a shortcut, Sherry decided to go ahead and meet Jon and
head over to Professor Barnums conference.
As she passed the second row of cars she got a chill up her spine, just
as she began to look around, three young ruffians stepped out from
behind a pillar and grabbed at her. She easily dodged the first
assailant and kicked the second, after clearing the obstacle she openly
ran as hard and fast as she could to the police station.
Sherry was no dummy, she met with what she thought was a devilishly
handsome detective. He stood 6'2", Steely blue eyes met and kept her
gaze. She could tell he was strong. He wore a very nice shirt and tie,
contrasted heavily with his beaten leather jacket. His few days beard
growth showed he was a busy man. Sherry had trouble not smiling in his
presence and the detective eased her with just his closeness. Sherry
finished giving her statement.
"Ms Jinkins," he flashed an uncontrolled smile at her, "can I come by
later with some pictures and ask you to identify some of the attackers?"
She simply nodded to the detective. Though inside her heart was racing
and she just knew she was blushing. Her interview completed, she got up
and headed for the door.
"Oh and Sherry," he smiled again, "here is my number, if you need
anything don't hesitate."
The deputies placed her in the back of a squad car for the ride home.
She watched the scenery and saved Detective Scanlans' phone number
during the ride.
After a half hour of getting ready, tossing on six or seven different
outfits and adjusting her makeup she headed to her car for the quick
trip across campus to meet Jon. It took her twenty minutes longer to get
ready than she had thought, considering she only owned one pantsuit her
decision should have been easy. Eventually though, she settled on a
white wife beater and some old faded jeans.
"Sher!" Jon spouted as he walked towards her. "Ready to go get a D+ for
the term?" he laughed, amused by his own joke.
Sherry however was not as amused. "Yeah, whats this teacher like?" she
wondered half to herself and half looking for an answer from her friend.
"Well," Jon began, "she's kinda hot, though way to smart for my tastes."
He paused for a second, knowing Sherry had a bit of a crush on him. But
he preferred the ditzier coeds to Sherry. "She just transfered here from
one of our sister colleges in, Pakistan or India or some crap."
She nodded along with his story, loosing interest in him about ten
seconds after he started.
A bit of walking lead them a block away from the north end of campus. It
was a pleasant walk and Sherry, though she could look after herself,
felt comforted that Jon was there to keep her safe. They arrived at the
office building where the meeting was to take place. It was a small two
story, brick office building. It was very well maintained and had ivy
growing over most of the walls. White trim laced the windows and doors.
"Wow, old school ivy," Jon noted as they walked through the door.
After about ten minutes of waiting they heard an intercom interrupt
their thoughts. A soft, sultry voice beamed, "Jon Fitzpatrick please
come on in."
"Good luck, see ya when you're done." Sherry smiled at him.
For nearly an hour Sherry was seated in the nicely decorated waiting
room. Sometimes she paced, other times she fingered the extra credit
sheet she had from her Professor, mostly though she just sat and stared
at the conference room doors. She had heard a commotion and a girls
whimpering for a few moments, nothing she was concerned about though.
Then, as she began to give into boredom and sleep, a familiar crack.
The Professor punched the intercom. "Sherry Jinkins, please come on in."
She stood and smoothed her shirt. She noted that it was a male voice
that called this time instead of, what she had assumed, was the
Professors.
Greg stood at the now opened door and motioned Sherry inside. "Good
after noon, Ms Jinkins is it?" Greg said as he motioned her inside the
room once again. "Please take a seat across from Professor Barnum."
Sherry stopped for a second and took in her surroundings. The office
wasn't dark, but the lights were not as high as they could have been, a
door to her left was closed and the room behind it had its light on. The
long conference table held a tall slender man behind it with his hand
extended as to shake her hand and the only seat available was something
out of mid-evil times.
She walked forward cautiously. Greg took a seat next to the Professor,
who was still standing waiting with his hand out.
"I thought you were a woman," Sherry stated before continuing her walk.
The Professor simply smiled at his hand, then at the young woman
entering the room. He eyed his assistant worriedly hoping that Greg's
nervousness wouldn't spoil this girl for him.
"Ah, I thought Professor Barnum was a woman I meant, sorry." She blushed
when she realized her mistake and finished her walk forward. She
extended her hand and shook.
"Please, sit Ms Jinkins." The Professor motioned to the seat and Sherry
gratefully accepted the seat.
"We are very glad you could join us today Ms. Jinkins," Professor Barnum
stated as he leaned back in his chair. "We have a questionnaire we'd
like to go over with you for a project on transgender studies we are
investigating." Sherry nodded along as the Professor continued. "You
were as we stated earlier on the phone, randomly selected from a group
of individuals in your age, socio-economic, regional and religious
status."
Sherry looked at the Professor quizzically. "No one contacted me on the
phone Professor," she said with a bit of concern in her voice. The
Professor glared at Greg. How could Greg have let her slip in here!
"Ms Jinkins file please." The Professor held his hand out toward his
assistant with an irate snap at the end. Greg quickly pulled the magick
file from the stack and handed it to Professor Barnum. "Ah, it says your
friend..." he paused a moment, the file read Josephine Fitzpatrick. "Uh,
Jonathon Fitzpatrick signed you up actually, sorry," he said with a
compassionate smile.
"Well that means I don't fit the random need of the study then doesn't
it Professor?" she stated with intent. Her eyes darted around the room,
something just didn't feel right to her. Where was Jon, did he leave out
that other door she wondered? "Where is Jon?" she decided on a course of
action. Professor Barnum was had. He needed to find a way around this,
oh how he hated the smart ones. He didn't have time to play as the
effects of the last treatment were wearing off.
"Ms Jinkins, the truth is, it doesn't truly mater." He leaned forward
with an intent stare. Sherry withdrew instinctually to his predatory
manner. "I'll just take your answers and fit them into the +/- of the
study," he smiled. Sherry nodded her acceptance, pushed her extra credit
note across the table and leaned back in her chair, it was after all
quite comfortable.
Gregory started the questioning. "Would you if you please, explain to us
your perfect mate?"
Sherry, as expected glanced around the room at the various photos.
"Well, he would be strong." She stumbled for a second then caught
herself. "Emotionally strong, as well as physically strong, he would be
compassionate and caring."
"Yes yes, that's all fine and good but physical characteristics please.
Height, weight, age, hair color and anything 'else' pertinent,"
Professor Barnum interrupted.
Sherry visibly blushed at the Professors remarks.
"I don't see how this has anything to do with a transgendered study,"
she spouted. The Professor moved her extra credit sheet slowly across
the table, careful not to make eye contact with her.
"Perhaps," the Professor started, "this is just not..."
He was interrupted by Sherry. "Tall, 6'2", tan, muscular, blue eyes,
ripped, mid twenties, early thirties." She hesitated while looking on
the firefighters picture above Greg. "And a huge..." She paused again.
"...cock."
The two men wrote furiously. The next part was always harder for the
Professor as a man than it was as a woman. How would he arouse her. He
hadn't been able to make a connection yet. Professor Barnum leaned
forward.
"Sherry, I find you very attractive, what do you think of that?" he said
as he reached across the table and touched her hand. In actuality Sherry
was quite enthusiastic about the statement, but after all the strange
feelings she had been having it sent off more warning flags than she had
ever experienced before. She again withdrew and as she did a strange
muffled cry came from the next room.
"Whats going on in there?" she said with an extremely worried tone. As
she looked at the Professor, a cry could be heard.
"Oh Mi GAWD," a young sexy voice panted. "What have you DONE TO ME?" it
all but screamed.
Sherry hit the speed dial on her phone, which was hidden in her purse,
for detective Scanlan. Sherry immediately got up and started to run.
Before she reached the door, she was hit by a tazer.
"Good Greg, well done, now tie her to the chair." The Professor
retrieved a vibrator from his atache case and walked towards the now
bound Sherry Jinkins.
"Sherry, I want to you concentrate on your perfect man," The Professor
said as he handed the vibrator to Greg. "Greg turn it on and place it in
her vagina," te said matter of factly, "and then hand me the remote,
DON'T TOUCH HER afterwards." Greg did as he was told and then setup the
video camera.
The change wasn't like before, it wasn't as he expected at all, in fact
Greg was astonished once again. Instead of turning back into a woman,
the Professor started to become more of a man, for lack of a better
word.
Sherry mumbled nonsense about her dream man, detective Scanlan, as she
began to fall into the throws of excitement her body revved up.
Professor Barnum increased the speed and motion of the vibrator via his
remote. Sherrys' body arched under its restraints, involuntary moans
escaped her lips.
Her lips though weren't the same and Greg watched intently; as they grew
puffier and fuller they had a nice pink gloss appear. At the same time
her breasts almost seemed to be growing and an obvious effect was her
hips widening. She awoke just before orgasm ripped her body. None of
this would be permanent without orgasm.
"OH GOD NO.....mmm yesss, ahhh," she writhed in the chair and began to
cry. Something wasn't right and the Professor's anger showed. He cranked
up the vibrators ministrations and as he did, Sherry began to convulse.
"Don't fight it Sherry, Please relax," Barnum said patiently.
"Professor, she's having a seizure!"
They both reached for her at the same time. "NO GREG NO!" the Professor
tried to stop him but it was to late.
Greg lay passed out on the floor, as he awoke he found the Professor
moving the unconscious Sherry to his chair.
"Is she dead?" Greg asked worriedly.
"No, but she will be soon, and so will you," Barnum answered. "Get in
her chair now. I'll explain later."
Greg tried to stand but was having issues, his head was pounding and his
breathing was becoming heavier. Greg had interrupted the transference
the Professor explained. The chairs didn't change sex as Greg had
believed, they transferred sexual essence, the sex aura of one to the
other. The Professor was out to achieve total male essence. Touching
Sherry during the transference sent her into a neuro shock from which
she would not recover. Greg's' synapses too would fail as they were in a
state of gender flux. The brain and body wasn't sure what hormones, or
chemicals to produce to keep him alive. There was only one chance. The
Professor knew he could make this work out though.
Sherrys languid and lifeless body now sat in the Professor's chair. Her
body would soon give out. Barnum started removing Greg's pants.
"You have to orgasm Greg," Barnum stated plainly. Greg wiggled out of
his pants in response. "Think of Sherry, concentrate on Sherry, she is
your dream woman." Professor Barnum kept stating this over and over. He
placed his hands over Greg's and helped him slide them up and down his
shaft.
After some false starts Greg's body started to respond. His breathing
became short and shallow his body became rigid and the Professor knew
from his time as a woman that Greg was there. Barnum gently caressed
Greg's testicles and as Greg came. Barnum stepped clear of the chair.
Sherry's change began first. The lightning power of the energy that flew
between the chairs was greater than the Professor ever thought. With
Sherry close to death the chair knew what it must do. Sherry lost body
mass, her skin lost elasticity and she began to sink into the chair. A
white glow emanated from her body and floated above the conference
table. It was luminescent, a light that was beautiful if not a little
sad to see in this way. A brighter light still opened and as Sherrys
spirit entered the vortex she looked back and cursed the Professor.
Meanwhile Greg was on the receiving end of a tremendous amount of the
aura that remained. His hair turned a chocolate shade of brown. His hips
slightly expanded, not much but clearly a female form was appearing.
Sherry hadn't wide hips herself. His hair flowed to his shoulders but
not past, it was thin and unkempt. Eyebrows arched and eyes changed to a
solid green. Hands became slender, lips fuller and a small pair of
uneven breasts appeared on his chest, slowly growing to fill his shirt
beyond what it was built for. Greg's consciousness was restored and he
looked on himself in horror as he knew what had happened. The
transference complete. The Professor acted quickly. He strapped Greg's
arms and legs to the chair.
"Greg, I'm not done with you yet dear," Barnum stated as his fastened
the last tie on the left leg. "So smooth," the Professor said as he ran
his hand up Greg's undefended leg. Professor Barnum reached for the
vibrator on the table. "Not very hygienic I'm afraid Greg, but you are
after all the same person now that used it before."
He slipped the tip of the vibrator up and down the lips of the new girl,
just grazing the clitoris as he probed the head just inside the vaginal
opening. Greg's legs relaxed and a soft moan escaped his lips.
"Thats right, enjoy it Greg." Barnum pushed the vibrator in and turned
it on low. Had he not been restrained Greg may have hit the ceiling.
"Thats right Greg. I want you to relax, enjoy and think of your perfect
man." Greg slipped in and out of bliss as the Professor relaxed back
into his chair and played with the vibrators settings. "Concentrate on
your perfect man." For some reason Greg was thinking of a police
officer, no a detective.
"God he's so beautiful," Greg admonished himself as he said it. Then his
first orgasm hit and the transference began.
The Professor leaned back and enjoyed the muscle growth. His features
became more chiseled and rugged in contrast to poor Greg who was
becoming rounder and softer. Greg's hair grew down the length of her
back and started turning a platinum blonde, lips became so full they
might explode and the bright shade of red would have made a fire engine
green with envy. Greg's breasts grew as well, ripping seams on the
shirt. Her legs became longer and skin, silky to the touch. The sweat
that glistened on her now ripe body made the Professor horny, his
testosterone was hitting new highs. He wanted to ravish the new girl. He
stared into her eyes as they turned a crystal blue, her already cute
nose became perky and turned up.
She caught the Professors now god like body. Blonde hair flowing, hard
solid chest exposed. She smiled coyly and bit her lower lip as she
closed her eyes and lay her head back onto the padded chair. The
transference was complete.
The Professor got up and as he approached Greg he could see the unwonted
lust in her eyes. He unzipped his pants and his enormous member sprang
forth. He finished ripping her shirt open and gently pinched and rolled
Greg's new nipples.
"Should I call you Greg?" the Professor asked.
The first response was a moan from the girl, followed by a shake of her
head.
"No just call me yours," she said as she leaned as far forward as she
could taking the Professors penis into her mouth.
As he was about to come Greg stopped and simply said, "Untie me."
Barnum did as he was told. He traced his hands down her body, kissing
her nipples, eliciting an excitement Greg had never known. He ran his
hand down her arms and untied her wrists. She grabbed him and brought
him up for a kiss. Tongues entwined, he pulled on her lower lip with his
mouth and a trail of saliva followed him as he kissed his way down her
legs. With both legs untied she stood, taking Barnums hand she led him
into the adjacent office.
There Josephine lay. The pair approached her, she was more receptive
than either thought she would be and in a moment the Professor was in
the throws of passion with two beautiful women.
"I'M COMING," Josephine screamed as she rode the Professors shaft hard
and fast. Greg hearing this went right over the edge as Barnum expertly
worked her clit with his tongue. Greg ground her pussy into his face.
"OH GOD ME TOO." The girls kissed and Josephine played with Greg's
breasts. A noise in the conference room prevented the Professor from
reaching climax.
"Ms Jinkins," a familiar voice called, though Greg didn't know why. She
placed a robe on and stepped towards the open office door. "My God,
Sherry is that you?" Eeven with such altered features, she was still
recognizable to Detective Scanlan.
A whisper in her ear from the Professor sent her into the Conference
room. "Officer...?" she hesitated.
"Detective... Scanlan," he finished. "What the hell is going on, you
called me, I heard some pretty strange stuff Sherry."
Josephine stepped out and moved close to Greg and kissed her neck,
slipping a tazer into her hand.
"Thanks Detective for coming so quickly," she said with a smile and a
flip of her hair. She walked towards him with an over exaggerated and
sexy gait. She brought the tazer up and zzzzzT.
As Scanlan woke up he found himself naked and bound to a leather chair,
two beautiful women hung on him. One was playing with his balls. A very
muscular and handsome man sat across the table from him.
"Detective, I'd like you to tell me about your dream woman please,"
Professor Barnum said with an evil grin on his face.
At the end of the table a camera recorded and in a mall somewhere, an
enraged little wizard watched his crystal ball.
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