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by Enigma
She saved my life. I met Bonnie part way through my senior year of high
school, just at the point that I was ready to end it all. When we met,
something just clicked, and shy talks gave way to solid friendship which
evolved into love, much to the amazement of both of us.
Bonnie Sampson is really cute. Not classically beautiful, but still
with a body to send most hormonal high school boys into daydreams of sex
and lust. Her build was just a little too round to be called slender,
and her dirty blonde hair was not glamorous, but still added to her
attractiveness. Her blue eyes were lovely, but not the sparkling blue
that draws the male attention. Her B cup breasts were a little too
small to catch all the guys' glances, and her waist was not tiny, though
she still had a mild hourglass shape. Yet the sum of the not-so-perfect
parts created a whole that stirred the blood of most men and boys she
encountered. Most men other than me.
My name is Randy Thompson. I am tall, with broad shoulders tapering to
slim hips. My abs aren't washboard, but they are taut, and there is no
tummy bulge. My package was the envy of many of my classmates, as were
my rugged good looks, curly dark hair, and dazzling hazel eyes. Just
the kind of hunk that Bonnie was not interested in.
Bonnie had decided a year or so ago that she was a lesbian, that men
just didn't float her boat. Yet, my soft-spoken ways and empathy drew
her like honey, once she got past the hunky exterior. She could not
believe that she had actually fallen in love with me. I couldn't
either, but was thankful for that fact since that was what saved my
life.
Those thoroughly masculine features I "enjoyed" were what had driven me
to the brink of extinction. From the time I was four or five, I'd known
I should have been born a girl. At that age, I often played dress-up
with my older sister. My pre-adolescent body looked good in her hand-
me-downs, and I loved the feel and freedom of feminine attire. My
parents were not hung up on gender stereotypes, and treated my dressing
games with amused tolerance all through grade school and into junior
high. Their loving acceptance allowed me to really heed their warnings
that others might not understand, so no one outside our family knew.
Then, in my freshman year of high school, puberty struck with demonic
efficiency, transforming my slender androgynous body into the physique
of a Greek god, and my passable feminine persona into a parody of
womanhood. My hairy arms and legs, broad, deep chest, bulging muscles,
and chiseled facial features made me look like a bad joke when I
dressed. It was the end of my world, and I settled into a funk that
seemed would have no end. I was near the brink, ready to escape my
recently miserable life when I got to really know Bonnie.
We had been in the same school for years, but with nearly 2000 students,
it was impossible to know everyone. I had seen her around, and could
intellectually understand how her looks enticed the guys, but with my
ambiguous sexuality and deep depression, she was not attractive to me in
the least.
We met at a school dance that one of my few friends badgered me into
attending. Apparently she was there for the same reason. We managed
to stick it out for the first hour or so before each escaping what was
not an enjoyable experience. Bonnie was sick of the repeated fumbling
passes of the male population, as I quickly tired of the constant
feminine attention. Bonnie would have loved to be in my position
(though not my body), and I was just jealous of all those female forms
that fit my soul so much better than my own shape. We each escaped to
the same bench hidden away behind a screening hedge, and neither of us
was willing to yield our hideaway to the other, so we sullenly shared.
Surly silence eventually gave way to tentative exchanges, to wry
amusement that we each were in the same boat. She had known more about
me than I knew of her, so she knew I was not the typical macho stud so
common in those with similar physiques. So she was willing to give me a
chance to at least talk. She listened to me, really listened, and
though I didn't tell her the reason for my misery, her natural good
humor and empathy drew me out, and she was able to ease some of my pain
just by the show of understanding.
Over the next few months our friendship slowly grew, until we started
using each other as a shield against the kind of unwanted attention we
had been escaping at the dance. From the world's perspective, we became
a couple, though we did not see it that way. We just thought we were
good friends who could help each other divert unwanted advances.
High school ended, and we both decided to attend the state school just a
hundred miles from our home town. After the mandatory semester in the
dorms, we were both sick of that life, and decided to share an
apartment. Bonnie felt safe with me as I never came on to her, just as
she never came on to me. But both our families decided we were really
in a serious relationship. I think Bonnie was shocked when one late
night in our second year at State, after hours of studying for mid-
terms, she seduced me, and we awoke the next morning cuddling together
in the same bed.
Over the remaining time in college we grew closer, and our sex life
flourished, though our circle of friends remained small. Our mutual
trust and respect grew, and early in our senior year I finally shared
my shameful secret with this special person. I was terrified, fully
expecting her to spurn me, and move out to get away from the pervert,
but amazingly, she accepted me. Having, for the first time, someone who
knew the secret pain I carried eased that pain. Over time she
encouraged me to dress again in girls clothing we accumulated gradually.
We both knew I could never be a passable woman, that no amount of
corseting or cosmetics or even surgery could make me look like anything
but a man. But just the chance to dress without ridicule or censure was
a balm to my spirit. We learned that seeing the man-in-a-dress
reflected back from any mirror depressed me, so Bonnie would help me
cover the mirrors before Randi came out to play.
After graduation we both sought and found jobs in our home town.
Finally recognizing that what we shared had grown into true love, I
proposed to Bonnie, and we were married just before Christmas that first
year after college. Our jobs paid well enough that we had a nice
apartment and drove decent cars. Life was good for both of us, and the
desperation that had nearly driven me to suicide was a mostly forgotten
ache that rarely impinged on my consciousness.
It was as I was shopping for a Christmas present for my bride of three
years that I stumbled across a strange little shop that I had never
noticed in the mall before. It appeared to be ancient, with rustic
paned windows facing the concourse, and heavy wooden doors with glass
panels serving as the entrance. A bewildering and enticing assortment
of merchandise was glimpsed through the old-fashioned windows. An
antique bell tinkled as I entered the shop, and after browsing in
solitude for a few minutes, I was startled by the greeting, "Hello,
Randi. I've been expecting you."
The voice was surprisingly strong for the rather elderly man I saw
behind a counter when I whirled around. He was dressed in a shabby blue
robe, and had wispy gray hair that looked quite unkempt. It was amazing
that my name on his lips carried such a pronounced feminine flavor.
Bonnie could call me Randy or Randi, and no one but me could ever tell
the difference. Not so with this strange person.
And how did he know my name in the first place? He just smirked at me
and tapped the small plaque on the counter. I approached so I could
read it, and chuckled at the inscription: "Because I'm a wizard, of
course!"
"So, Randi, found anything you like?"
"I'm not even sure what I am looking for," I responded with a weak
smile. "Any suggestions?"
"Maybe Bonnie would like one of these necklaces."
At my startled look his eyes flicked to the plaque again, and I smiled
a little more warmly. He helped me find something I thought my loving
wife would like. It appeared to be very old, but was really beautiful
and in extremely good condition. I was surprised at how reasonable the
price was, given its apparent age and craftsmanship.
"That's because that is a mundane piece," he replied to my unspoken
question. At my puzzled look, he added, "No magic." He paused a moment
before continuing, "Now over here, I have a bit of magic that I think
you might enjoy. I think Bonnie would enjoy it as well!" he added with
a knowing smile.
What this bit of magic turned out to be was a small vial with a glass
stopper, mostly filled with a viscous pinkish fluid. There was a label
on both front and back. The front said "Girl Potion", and the back
label was covered with tiny printing followed by even tinier printing.
"This little item can give you your fondest wish for one week. But be
sure that you follow the directions exactly, as there can be some
rather, shall we say, undesirable side effects."
The price he quoted was considerably higher than the "non-magical"
necklace, and I chuckled at his thoroughly consistent if eccentric
behavior.
"Come now, Randi. Don't you believe me?" Then he sighed, "Seems like
no one believes in magic anymore." He looked at me closely. "Randi, I
know what you have been living with, and I want to help... Tell you
what. You buy the necklace and take the potion with you. After you try
it, if you think it was worth what I asked, come back and pay for it
then. See? Satisfaction guaranteed!" He beamed at me, "I know I can
trust you. That's so refreshing in this day and age!"
So it came to be that I left the shop with a nicely wrapped gift for
Bonnie, and an intriguing little novelty for myself.
Bonnie loved her necklace, and I loved the bra and panty set she gave
me, once I steeled myself to ignore the mega-size required to fit my
bulk. As we cuddled after the gift exchange, watching the lights on our
tiny Christmas tree twinkle, I told Bonnie about the funny little shop
where I'd found her gift. This led to describing the other oddity I'd
picked up that day. I hadn't really figured what to do about it, so it
was stashed safely in the back of one of my drawers. Bonnie made me get
it out so she could see it.
Squinting at the larger, but still tiny text on the back label, she
read, "Imagine the girl you want to be, close your eyes, and down the
entire potion in one draught. Effects last 7 full days."
Bonnie looked thoughtful for a few minutes. "Do you really think this
would work?"
I chuckled at her romantic nature. "Nope. Much as I could wish
otherwise, there just isn't that kind of magic in the world, lover."
"Still, what would you wish for if it were real?"
We talked about it for a while as if it really could happen, and it was
bittersweet describing what I would want my body to look like if such a
thing could be. My concept of my ideal body had evolved through my
romance with Bonnie. The fun wore off after a bit, and we just snuggled
in silence for a while, each lost in our own thoughts.
Finally Bonnie broke my reverie. "You know, we have a week off work
for the holidays. Neither of us has to be back till after New Years.
What would it hurt to try?" She looked at me with a pleading
expression, and my heart melted. Taking the vial from her hand, I
twisted out the stopper, only to be greeted by a fruity, sweet aroma that
actually made my mouth water. I started to put the little bottle to my
lips when she grabbed my arm to stop me.
"Remember, close your eyes and concentrate on what you want to be." I
smiled at her tenderly, shook my head slightly, then closed my eyes and
concentrated. Slowly I formed a picture in my mind, visualizing what we
had talked about moments before. It was hard at first, but as I put the
image together, it seemed to take on a life of its own, gaining detail
at an increasing pace. When finished, what I saw in my mind's eye was a
pretty girl that could have been Bonnie's younger sister. The same
general looks, but slightly more slender, brighter blue, wider, innocent
eyes, fuller lips, a slightly larger bust, and a somewhat narrower
waist. The image had all the features that made Bonnie so attractive,
each shaded slightly toward the modern concept of beauty. The result
was still not amazingly beautiful, but managed to capture Bonnie's
cuteness in a younger, healthier, prettier form.
I raised the container to my lips and drained the contents. The flavor
was as good as the scent had promised, and the thick liquid slid easily
down my throat. I smiled at Bonnie, and was just about to say, "See,
nothing happened," when a wave of dizziness hit me and I realized that
Bonnie cuddling against my chest like that made my boobs hurt. I
shifted uncomfortably before it hit me! Bonnie was staring at me
dumbstruck. Neither one of us could actually believe that it really
worked!
That afternoon and evening Bonnie sated her lesbian desires in more
ways than I knew to be possible. And while it was very enjoyable for
me, it was mostly knowing that I was pleasing my wife that made it so.
I came to realize that I was not completely lesbian, but somewhere
between purely heterosexual and bi.
The magic of the potion had transformed all my clothing along with my
body. As we explored, we found that my new wardrobe was styled a little
younger and a little more daring than Bonnie's. The day after
Christmas we showered and dressed for an outing. I was further amazed
when I was able to apply makeup with no problem. The heels I had been
denied for so many years since my feet grew to a manly size were too
easy to walk in to be explained by that years ago practice. Another
accommodation of the spell, I decided.
Shopping was fun, even though we didn't buy much. The several days that
followed were a whirlwind of lovemaking and other fantastic experiences.
We shopped, went to movies, ate out, danced, visited museums, basically
any of the things I had longed to do as a girl. Knowing this was my
week, my only chance to experience womanhood, Bonnie was up for almost
anything I suggested. But while I was pretty sure I was a mostly
straight female, I never intimated my longing to experiment with a man.
I took my wedding vows seriously, and would not willingly violate them
for anything.
About the sixth day we were both worn out, and I was a little
depressed. I had under a day left of this wonderful fantasy. Bonnie
found me sitting quietly on the couch and sat silently next to me.
Finally she asked, "What is it, Randi? Why the blues?"
I looked at her and tried to smile. "Just lamenting that my time as a
girl is almost up."
"Yeah, I know," she consoled me. "But look on the bright side. As
wonderful as our lovemaking has been, I am really looking forward to
getting my wonderful hubby back." She snorted a mirthless laugh and
added, "I guess I'm not much of a lesbian after all. It just took the
right man to make me see that."
I hugged her lovingly, reveling in the feel of her pressing against my
breasts and the heat of her body.
"There's something else though, isn't there?"
I didn't respond to her question.
"Come on, sweety, what else is bothering you?"
"Nothing." But my reply wasn't very convincing.
She sat up and turned me so I faced her squarely. "Please, I really
want to know."
I cast my eyes downward so I could avoid her gaze. "Um, it's just
that... well..."
"Come on, you can tell me anything, love."
I blushed furiously. "I'm, um, just, um, kind of disappointed that, uh,
that I wont get a chance to experience sex with a guy."
I heard her sharp intake of breath and looked up to see the shock in her
face. I hoped that admission hadn't hurt her opinion of me. Maybe she
thought I was gay. I mean, what guy wants to be with another guy? But
in spite of all the enjoyment we got from sex before this dream come
true, I really was a girl stuck in a guy's body, so I didn't think of it
as a gay desire. Especially with the way my body looked for this week.
She settled back down against the back of the couch, and it hurt a bit
that she didn't cuddle against me like she was before. After a
painfully long pause, she smiled a little and said, "Sure, why not? I'm
sure we can work something out."
"No!"
"Huh? But you said..."
"No. I wish I could, but I can't. I won't do that to you. I won't
break our wedding vows like that."
"But..."
"Look, Bonnie. This week has been wonderful. And it isn't over yet.
But as great as it is, my life is with you. You are the most important
thing in my world. You are what makes my life worth living. I can't do
that, can't take the chance. Can't set the precedent of ignoring a
solemn vow for a 'special case'. What will the next 'special case' be?
Thank-you, sweetheart, but I won't do it much as I'd like to experience
that."
She smiled brightly at me and scooted up against me for another session
of snuggling. That night after some wonderful lovemaking, Bonnie
drifted off the sleep, but for me slumber would not come. On a hunch I
pulled out the "Girl Potion" vial and reread the back label. The
readable part said just what Bonnie had read the other day, but I
remembered the old guy's warning. Nothing about those instructions
seemed to warrant that admonition. Sliding carefully away from my wife,
I moved to the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the lights.
Using a magnifying glass, I studied the label again. The lines that
were too tiny to read with the naked eye became readable under the
bright light and magnification. I read the 'fine print':
"Cautions: Injuries while transformed will remain after reverting to
natural form. Avoid sexual intercourse as culmination of that act will
result in an unpredictable outcome, including, but not limited to,
making the transformation permanent."
I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. Much as I'd like to have
a body like this for life, this wasn't me. It was not the body my wife
married. It wasn't the body that had the career. I'm just glad that I
didn't give in to the urge.
I slid back into bed next to Bonnie, careful not to wake her, but it was
still quite some time before I drifted into slumber. It was late the
next morning when I woke to the pleasurable sensations of Bonnie's
tongue on my most sensitive erogenous zone. As I pulled myself to
consciousness, I noticed the bedside clock read almost noon. Damn! I'd
transformed in the early afternoon, so I could expect to transform back
in an hour or two. So I guess I'd better enjoy this while I can.
It didn't take long before I experienced one of the exquisite orgasms
that this body is capable of. It seemed to last forever, as Bonnie
gently tweaked and nibbled me to prolong it. When I had floated back
down to earth, she crawled up and straddled my head so I could return
the favor. She pushed my arms up over my head and leaned forward to pin
them to the bed with her hands while I sought her treasure, intent on
returning her gift. I was just getting into it, when I heard a muffled
word from Bonnie and I felt the bed move, and my legs were spread apart.
Wait! If Bonnie is up here, who is down there?
I felt something probing my nether lips where Bonnie's tongue had so
recently been. Whatever it was, and whoever wielded it, they were being
very gentle. Our sex play this week had included experimenting with
Bonnie's toys, and this felt just about like her big dildo. I was so
wet, it slid in with almost no resistance, and God! did that feel
wonderful. When it reached its deepest penetration, it was further in
than the biggest toy Bonnie owned, and I felt something brush against my
bottom. Wait! That means...
Whatever it was pulled slowly almost all the way out, then more quickly
in. That sent a surge of tingling through me, causing a sharp intake of
air through my nose, since my mouth was stifled by Bonnie's nether lips.
The movement below picked up speed, and soon there was a rhythmic
slapping against my bottom on each stroke.
Oh, that felt wonderful! So much better than the plastic toys Bonnie
had. I almost lost myself to the sensation, but then realized what that
would mean. That was a man down there! If I just let this happen, I
would be stuck forever this way.
I started struggling, trying to scream out a warning to Bonnie, but her
body straddling my mouth stifled all sound. I heard her talking to me,
"Shh, shh, it's ok. This is my gift. It's ok."
I just struggled harder, but Bonnie rode me like a champ. Finally, in
desperation, I bit her tender flesh. Hard. She squealed and jumped
aside, looking down at me with a hurt expression on her face.
I was panting from the almost overwhelming sensations down below and the
exertion of my struggles. Looking down, I saw Jim, our next door
neighbor, pounding away at me in a view between my violently jiggling
breasts. He took Bonnie's absence above my upper body as permission to
give my boobs an erotic massage, and again I almost lost it. We had
lived next to Jim for three years now, and had become pretty good
friends. From my female perspective, I now noticed what a hunk he is,
though Bonnie had never shown any attraction to him. He's a nice guy,
though. I struggled to focus, and looked over at Bonnie, who was
looking back at me.
"Please..." I gasped, grunting out one word with each pounding stroke,
"must... stop..."
"Shh, it's ok, sweetheart. I love you and want you to have this." I
was shaking my head violently.
"Must... unh... not... aah... come...", pant, pant, "in... me!"
"It's ok, honey, you'll be back to normal tomorrow. It's ok." Again I
was frantically shaking my head even as I felt a wave of orgasmic
pleasure break over me and threaten to drown all resistance.
"That... God!... would... oh... that... feels... so... good!" Again, I
almost succumbed. Mustering everything I had, even as Jim pounded me
faster, I tried again, more urgently. "would... make... permanent!"
"What?" Bonnie shrieked.
I groaned in pleasure as another orgasm swept through my body, then
panted a few times to collect my breath. "If... he... ungh... comes,"
pant, "I... stay... this... oh, yes!... way... forever!"
Bonnie finally got it and turned toward Jim. I was about out of
resistance, and almost hoped she wouldn't be able to do anything. This
just felt too good.
Bonnie started pushing on Jim, yelling at him, trying to get him to
stop.
He pushed her gently away as he continued to pound into me, grunting
out, "Not yet... almost there."
By now tears were streaming down Bonnie's face, and she was begging for
Jim to stop, pounding on his shoulder with her little fists. Just then
Jim drove himself into me even deeper, freezing there for a long moment,
before I felt him pulsing within me, and the hot spurts against my
cervix toppled me over the edge into a tremendous climax that seemed to
last forever, but not nearly long enough.
When I came down from the intense high, I found Bonnie kneeling beside
me, tears streaming from her eyes, stroking my cheek tenderly. "Was it
wonderful, honey?"
Against my will, a big grin spread across my face and I nodded mutely,
even as tears poured down my cheeks over the devastating turn our lives
had just taken, and I desperately prayed for a different outcome.
She whispered, "I don't know why we're crying. These must be happy
tears. I can't believe I just watched my baby sister's first time!"
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