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No Good Deed
My wife has always been a compassionate soul, and as the saying goes, no
good deed goes unpunished. Her good deed this time was helping a beggar
woman we came upon in Istanbul while shopping in one of the main markets
for rugs for our new home. This woman was being harrassed by a gang of
locals who kept yelling Cadi! Cadi! which we later learned means "witch."
My wife wrapped her arms around the woman protectively and told me to
chase them away, which, being a big man, I did quite easily.
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After being the woman breakfast, we learned through her broken English
that she indeed thought she was a witch, and offered us what looked like
a worthless bauble, which she claimed to be a charm that would grant a
wish if made on the full moon. She warned us it was a very powerful
charm, and it certainly charmed my wife Lisa powerfully that she was
offered it. Anyway, we'd pretty forgotten about the episode until a few
months after we got home and were sorting through our purchases that we
had made that day. Lisa and I both work for a large investment company in
Boston, I'm sure you're heard of it. I'm a portfolio manager for private
accounts, and Lisa works in administration for one of probably the worst
bosses in the firm.?Lisa's one saving grace was a cute young secretary
that her boss loved to flirt with, but she was quitting her job --
probably paid off too, to avoid a sexual harassment suit -- and Lisa knew
that her boss David would now focus his energy micro-managing and
generally being a prick to the rest of his staff.
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So on that fateful night, which happened to be a full moon, Lisa picked
up the charm and with a grin said: I wish?a sexy young secretary would
come to work for David so he'd have someone else to keep him distracted."
Then lightening flashed and thunder rolled, as if on cue, and we both
laughed at the ridicules drama of the moment.
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It wasn't so funny the next day when we woke up and we were brushing our
teeth next to each other in our master bathroom. Lisa was staring at my
reflection in the mirror, and then turned and gave me a hard look, her
eyes gradually growing wider. "Chris! Look at yourself! Do you notice
anything different?" she said, her voice getting a little hysterical. I
looked in the mirror, which was still a bit fogged from my shower, and
couldn't see any change. "You're shorter! I swear it!" Lisa said, coming
to stand next to me. Lisa is a voluptuous 5'8", and I was 6'3", at least
I was the night before. Now instead of being 7 inches taller, I seemed to
be only about four inches taller. I checked to see if she was in heels,
but my heart started pounding when I realized she had bare feet.
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"This is crazy," I said, and at the same time, noticed in the mirror that
I also seemed slimmer and younger. As I said, I'm a big guy, and weighed
in at around 235, but I now looked like I had lost 10 years and about 30
pounds. The bizarre thing was, my clothes still fit, though they
obviously were tailored differently. Now my suits were European cut to
match the new slender me, and I had monogrammed shirts and tassels on my
loafers.
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We went to work that day in a daze, frequently calling each other to do
reality checks. The weird thing was -- one of many weird things -- is she
and I were the only ones who seemed to notice the changes. Our 16-year-
old son was now as tall as I was, but didn't say a thing. The next
morning brought more changes. I was slightly shorter, more slender and my
clothes had again adapted to my body. Only this time my shirts had a
satiny shine to them and my suits were even more tailored. One good
thing, I thought: My receding hairline has marched back in fine fashion,
and I now had a full head of hair that had lightened to the medium brown
of my youth. All my grey had disappeared too.
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Lisa couldn't stop running her hands through my longer locks, which now
reached in waves a little past my shirt collar. She laughed and said
she'd become a cougar, because I looked in my mid-thirties, while she was
still 45. The next day was Saturday, and our daughter came home from
Princeton, and didn't seem to notice any changes at all. She's 20, and
for some reason didn't think it odd that her father now looked just 15
years older than her, and now she didn't have to get on her tip toes to
give me a kiss. In fact, we were the same height -- about 5'9".
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Later that day I was throwing the football around with Jake in the
backyard, and I realized that not only was he now taller than me, he was
much stronger. I knew it would happen one day, but I thought it was going
to be because I was getting older, not younger and smaller.
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A weird calm has settled over Lisa and me. It was like we were on a ride
that we couldn't get off, and we just had to see where it would end. That
night we made love, and I noticed I wasn't as big in other areas as well.
I know Lisa must have noticed too, but she seemed to be enjoying herself
anyway. She called me her "pretty boy" in the middle of sex, which for
some reason really turned me on. I increased my pace and we both came
together and fell asleep in each other's arms.
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It wasn't until that Monday, a week after the changes started, that the
full impact of what was happening became apparent. I went to work, walked
to my office, and realized my office had changed from Friday. I was no
longer a portfolio manager, but an analyst. The spell had demoted me
somehow! What's worse, I'd gone from being regard as a Type A financial
genius to an obvious wimp, who was pushed around by guys I used to easily
dominate! I tried to stand my ground in meetings, but for some reason I
was content to be pushed around, and spoke in a timid, high voice. I was
disgusted with myself, and I wasn't the only one.
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When I got home, Lisa was in tears. She realized the spell had now
changed our lives radically. Instead of being married to a big strong
confident man, she was now seen as a cougar who had married a younger man
-- a pretty boy. The biggest shock came that day when a man called, Lisa
picked up the phone, and she started talking to her ex-husband! The spell
had now changed our reality so that I was her second husband, and her
first husband -- the father of our kids -- wanted to discuss alimony
payments.
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She hung up, shocked. I admit I was devastated, and collapsed in her
arms, crying like a baby, while she just stroked my ever lengthening hair
and told me to calm down in a firm tone. She made me take a hot bath,
patted me dry, and fixed me a cup of tea. As I was drinking it in the
kitchen, my son came in and shot me a look that said: "You pathetic wimp.
How could my mom have left my dad so I'd have to put up with a pussy like
you."
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The next morning, another huge shock came. We were getting in the
bathroom and Lisa, now a couple inches taller than me, noticed that my
nipples had increased in size dramatically. My rear had grown too, and my
package had shrunk to half its size. "Oh honey, you look like you're on
female hormones," she gasped. We ran out of the bathroom to check my
clothes, and while they were still male, they were just barely. My slacks
were tailored to fit my expanding ass, and my shirts were basically
blouses. At work, I'd become an executive assistant, and remarkably, I
knew exactly what to do in my new role. I could type, file, set up
meeting and even gossip with girls in the office as if I'd done it all my
life. All I had to do is kind of put my mind on autopilot, and my body
followed the routines of my new job. I even went out to lunch with a
couple of secretaries who pumped me for information about my marriage to
Lisa, as if they couldn't believe it was actually true.
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Soon, it wouldn't be.
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Two days later I woke up in a different bedroom in my house. It was
decorated in a kind of unisex fashion, with pastels and neutral
carpeting. Lisa walked into the room, and said, "Do you realize who you
are now?" I thought a second, and I said, "Your brother?"
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And it was true, overnight I'd become Lisa's younger brother. A loser
sissy who she had gotten a job at her firm. In fact, I realized, I now
worked in her department, and was looked on pretty much as a transsexual
who hadn't admitted it yet. I slowly walked towards the mirror and peeled
off my t-shirt, and there they were. Breasts. Small, a-cup breasts tipped
with fully mature nipples. My ass was now fully feminine, and my package
had shrunk to pre-puberty size. My hair was thick, full, a pretty light
brown and down past my shoulders. Cute bangs hung down to my eyebrows,
and both ears were pierced. I turned to hug her, and saw only pity in her
eyes. She did hold me though, and helped me with my hair -- I used mousse
for the first time. Also I put on a very tight sports bra so my breasts
wouldn't show under my baggy blouse, but there was no denying my slender
130 lbs body.
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Now 20 days of the 30 day spell had elapsed. At least, I thought, not
much more can happen. As we walked downstairs to breakfast, Lisa said
that I needed to stop swinging my hips so much when I moved, that I was
looking kind of slutty. And for the first time, she called me Alexis --
my middle name was Alexander -- but then quickly corrected herself. I
checked my driver's license, as had become a daily ritual, and saw that I
was Alex Jenkins (her maiden name), and was 25 years old. But the most
disturbing thing from that day was when my son walked in the room. He was
now much taller and bigger than me, and I thought to myself: "What a
hunk!" In that instant I realized I truly wasn't his father any more --
all taboos were gone -- and that I'd suddenly gained an attraction to
guys.
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In misery, we went off to work. This time, though, I drove my own car, a
Cabriolet, and my wife drove our Mercedes. Even though I was now
technically her brother, I still thought of her as my wife. I was uncle
Alex to my son and daughter, who?that weekend?would be moving back home
for summer break.
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Before that happened, on Thursday, to be exact, the sex change became
final. I woke up in a feminine room, realizing I was now the daughter of
Lisa's best friend, who she was putting up while I got established in a
new city. Lisa walked into my room in tears, with another shock for my
system. She'd woken up next to her "first" husband. An entire wall of my
room was now one big bank of mirrors, and I swung me feet out of my lacey
bed to take a look at the latest version of me. I noticed my toenails
were painted a hot pink, which matched the paint on my long nails. I
quickly wondered how I could type and take dictation with nails that
long. My pink nightgown barely covered my curvy ass, and I was wearing a
lacey white thong under it. My hair was now past the middle of my back,
and was thick, slightly wavy, layered and with cute bangs in front that
could be swept to the side or pinned back. As my feet hit the floor, the
jiggle on my chest now startled me. My breasts had grown from a
respectable b cup to a large c cup, verging on d. As I slowly padded to
the mirrors, I saw closets stuffed with tight skirts and dresses, low cut
blouses and tops and even a couple evening and cocktail gowns. Lisa stood
behind me to take in the damage, and helped me lift off my nightgown. I
was a dream. Flawless skin, rounded but natural breasts, big pink
nipples, a 22-inch waist flaring to curvy, rounded 35 inch hips. My ass
was a ripe bubble butt. My face was adorned with full pink/red lips, big
light brown eyes and a well-sculpted nose that turned up at the end. My
voice had raised yet another half octave, and I sounded like a sexy
bimbo, just like Lisa had ordered for her boss. Who, I realized, I now
worked for.
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I showered, took 45 minutes to dry and curl my hair, dabbed perfume in
all the right places, and put on a light grey skirt that ended 4 inches
above my knee, a low-cut pink ruffled blouse, and a tight fitting grey
jacket. I automatically put on makeup that turned me from very pretty to
gorgeous, especially my full lips coated now in glossy dark pink
lipstick, and eyeliners to make my eyes look even bigger and more
dramatic.
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I carefully walked down to breakfast so I wouldn't trip in my four inch
heels, which I realized made my hips swivel like a strippers, and greeted
my son, who gazed at me with unabashed lust. "Hiiiiiiiiiiii Johnny!" I
said, my voice dripping with sex like the tease I was now programmed to
be. "Hi Alexis," he croaked, obviously overwhelmed by my sexuality.
As I seductively licked my yogurt spoon, I asked him when he was going to
be done with football practice tonight, and if he had time to take me for
a spin on his motorcycle. At that moment I thought it was just a way to
hang out, but my wife looked at me, horrified. I realized I was coming on
to him, and flashes of "well, he's still a couple years younger than me,
but his mommy and daddy are rich, and he would make a great catch," came
into my head. For an instant I'd forgotten that I had been his daddy.? I
looked at Lisa and shrugged helplessly, trying to show her that my
flirting was out of my control, but she hauled me back to my bedroom and
really yelled at me. "Allie! I know this is a terrible situation, but
he's our son! Try to control yourself!" I dissolved into tears, which
required me spending another 15 minutes repairing my makeup. At worked I
carefully flirted with my boss, and so distracted him from being an ass
to my wife and her staff. That came totally naturally to me, and she
seemed to appreciate it. My real worry was there was one more day left
until the spell was complete, and I couldn't imagine what other changes
were going to happen. I mean, I was just as she had ordered, right? A
sexy secretary to keep her boss busy?
That night I got home before Lisa, and Johnny was there waiting, eager to
give me a ride on his bike. This time I was ready for him, and not to be
rude, I just decided to change into jeans and a top, take the ride with
him, and get it over with. Unfortunately, all my jeans were extremely low
cut, and even my lowest cut thong would peak over the top when I sat. So
I put on the most modest pair, a cute pink pushup bra and a pink top that
showed my incredible cleavage and a seductive flash of my tiny waist. I
pulled my hair back into a high ponytail, but left some locks to frame my
face. A little perfume, and I was set. I glanced in the mirror on the way
out, and realized that unconsciously I had turned myself into a teen
boy's wet dream. Frustrated, I turned back to change again, but decided
it was just a ride, so it wouldn't matter.
Johnny was overjoyed. I climbed behind him and he took off as fast as his
bike would go, forcing me to hold onto him or fall off the back. The
vibrations from the bike started tickling my clit, and before I knew it I
was pressing my crotch into his ass, and kind of rubbing it, feeling the
vibrations all the more. "This is really really fun!" I yelled in his
ear, as I realized he was driving us further from home. We were going to
the lake, in fact, which is where we eventually stopped to watch the
sunset. I remember sitting next to him on a little patch of grass,
surrounded by wildflowers, with my arms firmly wrapped around my boobies
and my legs crossed, giving him as much negative body language as I
could. He was sitting right next to me, telling me how hot I was, and how
he'd give anything "to be with me." I held strong until he started
kissing my neck and ear, and then kind of all my resolve melted. Before I
knew it, he was on top of me, kissing me deeply and rubbing the bulge of
his cock against my now very aroused clit, and I kept thinking: "You're
not his father, what are you worried about?" Before I knew it, I was
looking down at him sucking my hard nipples, and feeling my jeans and
panties being pushed down around my ankles. As he pressed himself inside
me, all I could do was moan and hold on for dear life. My first girl
orgasm was this incredible explosion, and I nearly fainted.
When we got home, my smeared makeup obviously told Lisa we'd been making
out, and she promptly sent Johnny to his room, and dragged me into mine.
"You little slut!" She screamed, and then slapped my face. "He wanted
to!" I screamed back, sounding like some bratty teenager, which is I
guess what I'd become. She continued to berate me while I undressed,
ignoring her. "Oh, just back off Lisa, you have no idea what a bitch
you're being," I said to her, sticking my tongue out at her. Bad idea,
because I was just in my panties at that point, so my boobies were
sticking out at her too, which must have made me seem especially
insolent. Before I knew it, my tall strong wife had me over her knee, had
pulled down my panties, and was giving me the spanking of my life.
Tears were stinging my eyes, and with every whap! I felt my plump ass
jiggle. My boobies were hanging down near my face, and I started licking
one of my nipples just to take my mind off the pain. If I thought it
couldn't get any worse, I was wrong.
All of a sudden she screamed: "Oh my god, you had sex wtih him!" I guess
I was leaking a little. The spanking grew worse, and by the time she was
finished I literally couldn't sit down. I heard her march down the hall
and go into Johnny's room and start yelling at him, then I fell asleep
out of exhaustion.
The next morning I French braided my hair, put on a pair of tight tan
slacks and cute black top, and went down to breakfast. Lisa had already
left for work, and Johnny was looking all remorseful and embarrassed. I
felt so bad for him, I gave him a quick blow job, a deep kiss so he could
taste his delicious cum, and went off to work. Lisa didn't speak to me
all day, and when it came time to go home, I found myself driving down a
strange road to a cute little apartment house. For some reason, it seemed
familiar, and I walked up the stairs, pulled out my keys, and entered
this adorable little apartment, which I realized was mine.
All my clothes had been magically moved there, and I was sitting there
puzzling over that when the phone rang. It was my mother, and she was
worried how I was doing in my first night in my new place. We talked for
like an hour about my dad, and brothers and how things were back in my
hometown. Only these people and that place were completely strange to me.
My name was now Allie Bauman, and I was from a small town upstate. I'd
studied "business" -- really just pre-secretary, in high school, and I'd
gotten a job at my company based on my looks alone. My boss was paying
for this great apartment, and he'd soon be over for sex before heading
home to his wife and kids. I didn't seem to mind, though, because at
least I was away from my abusive father and that ratty little one-horse
town I'd grown up in. Also, I was having an affair with the cute son of a
woman I worked with -- my wife Lisa -- and I hoped if I played my cards
right he'd get me pregnant in a couple years when he was in college and
we'd get married.
I just needed to keep looking hot until then, I realized, and my life
would take a definite turn for the better. I showered and changed into a
cute little negligee, took my birth control pill, and hoped my boss would
make it quick this time. At least he works hard to give me nice orgasms,
so it could be worse. My last thought before his knock came on the door
was of that poor old Turkish woman, and how no good deed goes unpunished.
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