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Altered Fates: Chimera, Part 5
By Elliot Reid
Jase and I were both victims of the Medallion of Zulo; something we
discovered the first night we slept together.
We became close after that. We weren't in love or anything, but I
welcomed Jase's support, his understanding. He knew what it was like to
have your life turned upside down by a change of sex, of identity. Jase
looked in the mirror each morning and saw a borrowed face. He'd been
through the struggle of reinventing himself.
At the same time Jase seemed so much stronger than me. I was drawn to
his quiet reassurance; an attraction so strong it was almost palpable.
And so we slept together from time to time even though we'd both found
other partners. It was good sex.
My new girlfriend, Amanda, was a petite girl with a brunette bob, full
of sass and smarts and attitude. I met her at tryouts for the soccer
team. Despite her size she played at center back and delighted in
clattering the opposing strikers. "I like to show them who's the boss,"
she laughed. She was very physical, a rosy-cheeked dynamo with muscled
thighs.
As soon as we started sleeping together Amanda showed me new ways to
turn my body on. I quickly learned about sex toys from her and when she
first fisted me I thought my body had exploded. Her tiny hand was
compressed into a wedge inside me, broadcasting sparks of energy from my
vagina up and down my frame.
Amanda liked energetic lovemaking and noise. Her boyish, super-sensual
body, with its tight little pussy and ice cream scoops for breasts, was
easy to arouse. She was all animal passion and would writhe beneath my
hands, digging fingernails into me. She even bit me once, though I asked
her not to do that again.
Love lives don't stay secret long in college and tongues wag. Amanda
beat seven shades of shit out of the first boy to call us fags on the
campus. Amazingly, she got away with it. I remember this asshole bigot
snarling impotent threats at 'Manda as his posse of friends stood back
and laughed at him. After that no-one dared disrespect us to our face.
I didn't tell her about my origin. There seemed no point. Even lovers
are allowed secrets. Jase and I kept the truth to ourselves. The curious
thing was that Amanda was completely cool with me seeing Jase. She never
thought of him as a rival or complained when I spent the night with him.
"There's something really sweet between you two, hun," she told me over
linguini one evening. "And there's something strange about you both.
You're like peas in a pod. I'm not going to get in the way of your
relationship. Just so long as you have enough left over for me!"
I loved Amanda for that. In fact, I just loved her, period.
* * *
I began to settle down at college. When I went back on vacation to see
my new parents, I was actually pleased to see them. It was still
awkward, but I didn't make Mike and Susannah's lives a living hell like
I'd done before. I even managed to hide my smoking from them. We were
civil.
I made sure to stop by my real mom and dad and say 'hi'. They were very
nice to me. I had, in their eyes, been the girlfriend of their son, so
they treated me as if I were a daughter. That made it so much more
painful to say goodbye. I told myself I shouldn't go back again. It was
time to cut the ties.
I couldn't wait to get back to college and to Jase and Amanda and the
other friends I'd made. They were my real family, the family I'd built
around me. So I split from home early, driving my beat-up Honda the
three hundred miles north so I could fall into Amanda's arms. After my
tears stopped she held me and made things all right again. She never
once asked why I was crying.
Jase called by my home the next day. He was immaculately dressed in a
crisp shirt that draped off his clothes-hanger shoulders, and a wide-
lapelled jacket that showed off his slim waist. "It's my pimp jacket,"
he chuckled.
"You have no bling to go with it," I grinned back. But I'd noticed how
nervous his laugh had been. This was not the usually hip and confident
Jase.
"I have some news," he said, getting straight to the point. "I had a
phone call from Mel yesterday."
"Your sister?" I said.
"Yeah, she's on her way over. She'll be at my place this evening. You'll
want to come along." Jase's face looked pinched and drawn.
"Ooh! I get to meet Mel at last. That'll be awesome." I was babbling,
not really certain where this was going. "We should go out and celebrate
or something. Go down to the Gatehouse and watch some bands. Throw
shapes in the temple of dance!"
"Not tonight." Jase dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. "Mel has
something important to talk about."
"Is everything okay, Jase? You look like you've been spooked by
something."
"Yeah, I sorta have," Jase relaxed a moment and chuckled. A little color
came back into his face. "It's Mel, she's..." he hesitated.
"What's up?" I was starting to catch the same nervous vibe.
"Simone, Mel's found the Medallion of Zulo. She's bringing it with her."
I felt myself turn cold from the shock. I nearly blacked out.
* * *
Since I had transformed into Simone, I'd had a weird relationship with
clothes. I'd never been that fashion conscious as a guy, but you
couldn't really avoid it as a girl. Part of me was happy with loose T-
shirts and jeans and sneakers. However, with a rack the size of mine,
bras were a feature of life I couldn't live without, a constant reminder
of the change. I eventually figured out how to get ones fitted that were
half-comfortable and didn't completely suck, but my boulder holders
always seemed to need readjusting. I was also aware that when I wore
anything with a low neckline, my boobs were exposed for the world to
see. I got really self-conscious about that.
I'd kinda built a casual style that didn't figure a lot of sexy
clothing. I had spent much of the last miserable year feeling anything
but sexy or feminine. But Amanda began to turn my life around. She liked
to glam up from time to time and loved dressing me up. I was having to
waitress to get some spending money, and Amanda spent most of my tips on
a new wardrobe. So getting ready to see Jase and Mel that night, I laid
out a sleek, low-cut black dress that made me look a little slimmer and
drew the eye to my chest. I don't know why I did that. It just seemed
like a special occasion.
Body hair had been another unexpected oddity I had to grapple with as a
woman. My new body had so much of it, or at least more than I'd
expected. I began to notice how some women shaved or waxed and how some
didn't even try. At first I'd been obsessive about shaving every part of
my body, but this turned out to be far more maintenance than I was
prepared to follow through on. In the end I settled for a compromise. I
kept my pits smooth but let my legs grow out, except for special
occasions. But tonight I was making an effort and shaved. My hands were
slightly shaky with anticipation and I nicked myself a couple of times.
Makeup was something else I'd learned. Or at least I'd absorbed enough
basics to make myself look presentable. I'd discovered that less is
more. Not too much lipstick or liner. So the woman that gazed back at me
in the mirror that evening was, even if I say so myself, fairly foxy-
looking.
Don't get me wrong, I was not especially pretty. My face was more like
the girl next door to the girl next door and my hips were fatter than I
liked, but I scrubbed up nice.
I drove over to Jase's house and he let me in. The place was deserted.
The rest of his housemates were still away on vacation. He looked
relaxed and was smiling now, and he introduced me to his 'sister',
Melissa.
Mel was attractive in an unconventional kind of way. She had an angular
face with a sharp nose, but the bob of short, raven hair made her look
cute and she had a strong bone structure that framed a pair of wide blue
eyes. I could fall for Mel. She was as willowy as her brother, and long
in the body, like a dancer, with the muscle tone to match. Her breasts
were small and high, and were flattered by the crop top she wore.
I went to shake hands, but Mel lightly stepped towards me and gave me a
hug. She smelled of chypre.
"So this is the lost boy? The chimera Jase has been telling me about?"
Mel's voice had a harder edge than I expected, but was friendly. She
broke the hug and leaned back to appraise me, eyes darting up and down.
"You look really hot in that dress," she said.
"Simone, Mel knows all about you and us..." Jase interjected, wagging
his finger between us.
"Jase and I don't have many secrets," Mel admitted, giving him a quick
hug. "And though I'm still the annoying little brother to his big
sister, we tell each other everything."
"Must have been rough keeping your body swap secret all these years," I
nodded. "You must really rely on each other."
"It was the only way we could survive," Mel agreed. I noticed the way
she moved was very animated. She punctuated her speech with hand
actions. There was this slightly antic masculine quality to her. She
carried herself with complete confidence.
Jase drifted off to make coffee and Mel and I sat down to chat.
"So where did you find the medallion?" I asked, tentatively.
"It was the strangest thing, it just turned up in a drawer yesterday
morning. And I was like 'Oh. My. God.'" Mel punched every syllable with
her mouth. "I spent about an hour in tears, just looking at it."
"It just appeared out of nowhere? Strange, that happened to me too. I
mean, when I first found it." I pursed my lips. "It has a habit of
appearing out of the blue. The thing is, why come back to you?"
"I was asking that question myself," said Jase as he glided in, bearing
mugs of coffee. "Generally the medallion doesn't give people a second
chance. At least according to all the urban legends about it. Once you
are stuck, it's 'game over'."
"So what is it doing?" I asked, taking a sip of milkless coffee. "Do we
get, like, a second go? Do we get to reverse everything? Go back to what
we were?"
"Maybe," said Mel, thoughtfully, relaxing back on the couch. "But maybe
I don't want to go back to being a boy. Maybe I've moved on from that.
It's just..." She left the words hanging. Her eyes drifted, as if
following at a speck of something suspended in the air in the updraft of
the corner lamp's glow.
"It's like this, Simone," said Jase, breaking the pregnant silence. "I
grew up a boy, not a girl. I learned to live life as the owner of a
dick, and it's a good life. I'm not sure I'm ready to change back for
good. But I've always wondered what it would have been like to be a
woman. I've dreamed about it many times."
"So have I," interjected Mel. "When I changed I lost something. It's
like an amputee's phantom limb. You get used to it not being there but
it never really goes away. Many times I've wished I could taste what
it's like to be a guy again."
"I don't trust this magic, Simone," added Jase. "It has toyed with all
of us. The medallion could be gone again in the blink of an eye. But Mel
and I," he glanced at his sister, "thought we might risk changing for
one night only. We need to know what it's like as each other."
"Will you help us?" Mel pleaded, leaning forward to touch my leg with
her hand.
"Help you?" I was confused.
"Yeah," said Jase. "I mean, we're brother and sister. Sleeping together
is, like, eeew! But you..." He left the rest unsaid.
"A threesome?" I said, incredulously.
"You are a chimera, the third sex," said Mel, emphatically, as if it was
the most natural thing in the world. "Please, Simone," she begged,
"we're asking you to sleep with us both."
* * *
Jase's bed was big, but it was crowded with three on board, so I got off
and sat in the chair while Jase and Mel stripped for their
transformation. I'd seen Jase naked before, but Mel's body was a
definite turn-on, with its firm coned breasts and lean, sculpted figure.
Her pussy was completely shaved and smooth, showing the pink folds of
her vagina.
Mel pulled the medallion out of her bag. It looked exactly as I
remembered, except that it was no longer hanging from a ribbon but on a
delicate metal chain. I wondered what had happened to it, since my
original body had been run down in that auto accident. What hands had it
passed through? What lives had it changed?
Jase glanced over at where I'd curled up in the easy chair. "Simone, did
you know the medallion could change two people at the same time?" I
shook my head, so he went on. "If two people touch it they just swap.
That's how we originally discovered the change. We didn't learn about
touching clothes to it until too late, otherwise we might have
experimented with that."
Mel grimaced, as she slung the chain over her head. "Ew, maybe it was a
good idea if we didn't. Imagine what would have happened if we'd, say,
changed into Mom and Dad!"
At that, Jase laughed. Then he stared intently at the Medallion of Zulo,
which now hung between Melissa's small white breasts.
"Shall we?" he said. Mel nodded, and so Jase reached out his hand and
touched the medal.
I'd seen it before, but it was still freaky to watch the change happen,
to see the way the flesh of both man and woman began to melt and flow.
Jase's body began to pad out with fat and his angles smoothed into
curved lines. Meanwhile Mel's breasts deflated and her shoulders began
to broaden and point. Jase's penis started to shrink upwards and retract
into his body, as a nub of something fleshy began to poke out from Mel's
growing bush of pubic hair. They knelt on the bed, both panting hard,
feeling the changes overcome them and exploring them with their hands.
I didn't interfere. I just sat and watched as Jase crossed the line from
manhood into womanhood and Mel made the reverse journey. There was an
exquisite moment when Mel's balls dropped and the timbre of the breathy
sobs she was making deepened. Now she almost looked almost like her
brother. Meanwhile Jase was beginning to sensuously rub the surrounds of
his budding teats, which were pushing out from his chest like tiny
pyramids.
Soon the changes were complete, and Mel and Jase just knelt there. They
couldn't stop touching themselves. Fingertips stroked and probed their
new shapes.
I had already stepped out of my dress and unpinged my bra, letting it
drop to the floor. I only had to slide out of my panties and now I was
nude. I decided I'd start with Mel, now wearing Jase's lean and
beautiful body. She already had an erection and was inexpertly trying to
jerk herself. She was unsure of the sensitivity of her new instrument.
My heavy, unconstrained breasts swayed as I padded over to the bed and
climbed on, inserting myself between the brother and sister, facing Mel.
"Lie back," I ordered Mel, and she did so, stretching out like a big cat
on the bed. In Jase's body she was all bones and lithe muscle. I had her
dick in my hand and was beginning to stroke its hot, smooth length as I
cupped her balls with my other hand.
"It's so intense!" Mel breathed.
"Don't talk!" I commanded and bent over, to come down on the head of
Mel's penis and begin to lap at its tip.
Time passed in a blur of flesh and taste and sensation. I fellated Mel
until she came, her body spasming as she orgasmed into my mouth. I
swallowed the musky fluid, leaving her panting and gasping as I rolled
over and turned my attention to Jase. He was lying beside me, entranced
by his toned torso and the contours of his bust. I was jealous of his
tiny schoolgirl boobies, which reminded me of the super-sensitive pair
I'd enjoyed in Suki's body. Together, we played with his breasts for a
long time. They were firm to the point of hardness, with silk-smooth
skin and puffy nipples that seemed much smaller and pinker than my ample
dark ones. Jase gasped as I licked and sucked them. Then I caressed his
limber new body. My fingers slid across his belly, flanks and thighs
before ending up at the lips of his hairless pussy, where they slipped
inside and began to explore.
I recalled what my first experiences had been with my clitoris. The
deep, hot pleasure was so much different to the focused sensation of a
dick and I knew Jase would find the novelty of it overwhelming. I soon
had him shuddering, his vagina awash with slippery wetness, mewling at
my every touch. And as I masturbated Jase, I felt Mel embrace me from
behind and, with a practiced hand, intimately touch me.
I was the filling in an erotic sandwich, trying to focus on bringing
Jase to orgasm while Mel played my body like a virtuoso, stroking my
boobs until my teats were like hard little erections, unbearably
aroused. She worked her hand from behind, between my legs, to infiltrate
my vagina. I was lying on my side, so I spread my legs as best I could
and let her in.
So here we lay, my hands working at Jase as Mel, with great care and
skill, began to finger-fuck me. We were a gasping, shuddering trio,
limbs knotted together, locked in a three-way embrace.
Jase came first, his girl-body juddering in great wracks that shivered
through the rest of us. He made high-pitch squeals in Mel's voice as he
gasped for air. Then I orgasmed, moments after, as if Jase's explosion
had triggered my climax. It washed through me, leaving me exhausted and
aglow.
I was dimly aware of slipping my fingers out of Jase and being bodily
flipped over by Mel. She began to spread my legs and I took the hint,
wrapping them around her body as she came in to penetrate me. I
remembered doing this with Simone on our last day together. She had put
on my body but had not known how it worked, so sex had been a clumsy,
learning experience. I was as tender with Mel now as I'd been with
Simone, helping guide her inside me with my hands and then embracing her
as she tried to thrust.
Mel had to try a few times before she achieved a comfortable rhythm;
nervous bunny ruts deepening into longer, more confident strokes. Her
penis, sheathed in a condom, filled me and began to make me buzz.
Closing my eyes, I imagined her back in her gymnastic woman's body, but
spearing me with a penis. The image made me hot and I began to gasp.
My response must have spurred Mel on, as her thrusts deepened and my
entire body felt engaged with her lovemaking. I could feel another
orgasmic wave of pleasure rising, but Mel suddenly stopped before it
could crash down on me. She was spent, and as my climax receded, I felt
her pull herself out and flop down beside me, fighting for breath.
We all lay there for a while, snuggled together as we regathered our
strength. Then I felt Jase's hand clutch my arm and gently shake me.
"Simone?" he said. I looked into his wide baby blues. They were Mel's
eyes, but his presence filled them. "I need this..." He held up the
Medallion, glinting on its light chain.
Intoxicated by the sex and caught up in the heat of the moment, I
reached and took it from him.
* * *
The low, wan morning light pierced the glass. We sat in the diner,
reviving ourselves with breakfast and cups of coffee that were as black
as Hades. The restaurant had old-style booths that gave a sense of
privacy, but I was feeling very self-conscious.
When Simone had been alive she'd modified her body with what she'd
called 'microchanges'. I remember she had used one of her sister's hats
to alter her face. The changes had begun in her head but she'd thrown
the medallion off and halted the transformation before it could spread
to the rest of her body.
Last night I'd used a condom to microchange myself, but by the time I'd
grown a perfect six-inch penis and my balls had dropped, the tingle of
transformation had begun to spread out from my loins and had almost
reached my neck. My hips had narrowed and waist had thickened slightly,
while my breasts had shrunk back into a pointy pair of A-cups. My legs
had developed a growth of coarse, darkish hair and my feet must have
swelled a fraction. So as I sat drinking a steaming cup of Joe, I was
aware that my clothes felt uncomfortably tight, my shoes pinched and I
worried that people could see a crotch bulge in the front of my little
black dress as I walked.
"I shouldn't have done this," I said. "What if I get stuck again?"
"It's okay, Simone." Jase, still wearing Mel's form, put a reassuring
hand on mine. "Just a few hours and we'll be able to change back."
Even though Jase now looked like a lithe young woman in a crop top, I
could see the calm, confident person inside. His personality just shone
out of his skin. I had a similar feeling watching Mel. It was
disconcerting to see Jase's body look so antic and animated.
Jase and I had made love many times during the night. I'd forgotten how
potent the sensation of owning a dick was. It quickly came back to me,
that driven feeling, the heady sensation of power as I thrust into a
woman. At the same time it was strange to have the physique of a she-
male, all cock and tiny titties, a body half-hard and half-soft. I was
surprised how turned on I felt, having my adolescent breasts fondled as
I stroked in and out of Jase.
After my second orgasm Jase and then Mel had playfully blown me, finding
enough come remaining in my balls to make me climax again. They left me
sore and sucked dry and good for nothing but sleep. I had collapsed into
a drowse and only woke when the sun rose, its cold light creeping
between the blinds, revealing a tangle of bodies.
Yes, in a few hours the magic would have recharged and we could all
change back. Assuming the Medallion held no more surprises for us.
"I don't trust this dingus," I said of the Medallion. "It keeps
disappearing just when you least expect it, leaving its victims
stranded." I said this out loud, in the hope that verbalizing it would
dispel the curse and prevent it from coming true. Then I pouted. "Why
did we do this?"
"Because we had to," replied Mel. "All of us did. We knew the risks."
She was right. She didn't need to add that the danger had been part of
the turn-on.
We finished up our coffee and walked back across the lot to the car. I
held my jacket in a bundle in front of me, trying to cover any sign of a
lump pushing out beneath my dress. I hadn't bothered to put my panties
back on. They wouldn't hold my new 'package'.
"You know, you could both stay like this," I said to Jase and Mel as we
climbed into the car. I saw them look at each other and pressed the
point. "You could fulfill your original destinies. You could go back to
who you really are," I said.
There was a pause. "I think I know who I really am," said Jase, softly.
"And I'm not a girl any more."
Mel nodded agreement. "I had to do this, Simone, but I'm comfortable the
way I am, I mean was. I'll go back to being Mel. It's better that way."
"I think you feel the same, Sim," said Jase. "I mean, would you use the
Medallion to turn back into Robin?"
I paused for a moment, then shook my head. It was too late for that,
now.
"It's been a strange journey," I admitted to the brother and sister as
we begun to head onto the highway, where the day's traffic was just
beginning to gather weight. "When I first changed I remember feeling
like a boy playing at being a girl and doing it very badly. But I've
learned a lot since then. I'm a woman now and I don't think I want to go
back."
"Does this mean you're happy now?"
I thought about Amanda and the future in front of me. College, career
and responsibility. Would there be pregnancy and children? It all looked
good to me.
"Yes," I said. "I'm happy, sorta."
No, the Medallion didn't disappear and leave us stuck for a second time.
In the safety of Jase's room we all changed back. First Mel and Jase
swapped bodies; their flesh flowing from boy to girl and vice versa.
Then I touched my panties to the medal and watched my boobs balloon
while my manhood melted away for the final time. I didn't regret seeing
it go.
Mel kissed and hugged me and then skipped out to her car to return to
her college. Before she roared away she promised to come visit again
soon. She left me with the Medallion to do with what I will.
"I think you have a little unfinished business," she said.
She was right.
* * *
I sat alone in my bedroom, staring at the Medallion in my hand. In front
of me was a universe of possibilities. I could do anything, be anyone. I
could upgrade my body, give myself the figure of a supermodel and the
face of an angel. All it required was the will and the right wardrobe.
It was so tempting. However much I resisted all that bullshit about a
woman's appearance, since I'd turned female the pressure on me was
almost tangible. I could not avoid the avalanche of ad images in
magazines, on billboards and TV. Slim women, perfect women with
statuesque figures and faces smoothed into flawlessness by PhotoShop. It
didn't matter how conscious I was of it, how much I worked to
rationalize it away. It made me feel self-conscious of my looks, of my
nondescript features, my sagging tits and my pear-shaped figure. Body
fascism had gone to work on my soul.
Of course the moral decision would be to reject the judgment of others.
Accept myself for what I was, sags, hips, unsightly hair, cellulite and
all. But I was a moral coward at heart.
"The Medallion is a second chance," I'd once told Simone. "I feel no
guilt in using it."
I still didn't. An opportunity like this almost never comes around
twice. It would be criminal not to take it.
So I reached into the bag from the sports store and pulled out the
Speedo bodyskin. It was unworn, a full-body ladies' costume designed for
competition swimming. The dark grey fabric of the swimsuit was
sensuously sheer beneath my fingertips. In seconds I was naked in the
bluish gloam of my room, standing in front of the mirror, looking at the
lumpen figure with the Medallion around her neck. I touched the bodyskin
to the metal and closed my eyes. There was a familiar zap and my skin
began to tingle all over.
It was a quick change. I could sense my body become tighter, fat turn to
muscle and my breasts deflate. When the tingle faded I felt as taut as a
bowstring. I opened my eyes and I could see myself in the full length of
the mirror. My face nearly split itself grinning. What I saw was the
body of an athlete, a supple figure with a toned, flat belly and little
body fat. My limbs had become powerful and sculpted, each muscle
defined. My new skin seemed almost hairless, with nothing more than
downy fluff on my limbs and wisps of darker hair forming a hazy triangle
above my crotch. I looked feminine, but hardbodied. I thought it the
perfect shape for a chimera.
On autopilot my hands rose upwards to my boobs. They were high, hard
cones with pointy, tip-tilted teats. My chest had turned out bigger than
I'd expected; a smallish B-cup, I estimated, and... oh! Super-sensitive
too!
I was full of energy, my senses charged to some new level of acuity.
This new, sporty body felt sexy and filled with a lusty vigor. As I slid
my hand down between my legs, to where my loins were beginning to buzz
with electric intensity, I knew that I'd never want to change again.
This was what I wanted to be. Amanda would adore this.
Amanda. How was I going to explain this change to her? I couldn't think
right now as the powerful signals coming from my clitoris were beginning
to exterminate all rational thought.
Oh well, I'd think of something...
END
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