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Author's notes:
Should anyone wish to write a story in this universe please feel free
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You should read "The vendor: The coin" before reading this story.
1.
Jack Marshall walked slowly down the street being careful to turn too
quickly. The chemo had been hard on him, especially the weakness and
nausea. He paused briefly and let out another series of deep coughs into
a handkerchief. Once it had died down he looked at the blood in the
hankie and paused to reflect on what had happened to him. He was still
stunned to think how it had come to this. He had never smoked or
anything and suddenly he is diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He
couldn't believe it, after all he was only 26. The doctors had assured
him that there were treatments available and he started out quite
optimistic. Through the first few cycles of chemo the thought of getting
better kept him from losing hope despite all the terrible side effects.
His hair fell out, he was constantly nauseated, and all the while his
body seemed like it was wasting away but the thought of being healthy
eventually pulled him through.
That all came crashing down just over a week ago. He sat quietly waiting
for the good news in the oncologist's office when his doctor walked in
with a grim look on her face. Jack broke down as soon as he saw that
look and it was minutes before he was calm enough to listen to the
doctor. Once he was calm enough to focus the doctor explained to him
that the cancer had been nonresponsive and in fact had progressed. Jack
just sat there at that news and passively listened as the doctor told
him that there was nothing she could do and that if he was lucky he
would make it another 6 months. Jack left soon after, thanking the
doctor as he left. He had devoted the next few weeks to getting his
affairs in order. His student loans had been covered by an inheritance
from his parents, though it hadn't covered much else and he had been
living on disability since he started chemo. It was a trip to his lawyer
to finalize the will that had brought Jack out today. He pocketed the
handkerchief and resumed the slow, easy walking pace toward his
apartment.
As he rounded the corner onto his home street he was surprised to see a
homeless man in front of a blanket covered with various bits of junk.
Jack walked past the man trying not to make eye contact. His heart was
pounding in his chest as the fear do victimization that came with his
extreme weakness took hold again. Just as Jack was walking past the man
he heard, "How you feeling there Jack?"
Jack turned too quickly toward the homeless man and felt the rush of
nausea. He took several deep steadying breaths and regained his
composure after about half a minute and said, "How do you know my name?"
The homeless man let out a chuckle and a friendly smile passed across
his face exposing a set of perfect white teeth. "Maybye I didn't.
Perhaps it was just something to call you like Mack or Buddy. Or maybye
it was because I have magical powers. What do you think Jack?"
"Great, this guys a nutjob," Jack thought to himself. The fear of that
this guy would mig him started to rise again as he noticed that this
strange homeless guy looked remarkably healthy and well muscled under
his tattered clothing.
"Don't worry Jack, I won't hurt you. What would be the point honestly?
You're on death's door as plain as the nose on your face." The strange
man reached into a bag on the carpet and pulled out a bracelet with a
large glass bead, almost like a marble dangling from it. "Quite the
opposite in fact. I am here to offer you a cure."
Jack laughed at that, the first real laugh since his original diagnosis
but it was stopped short by another coughing fit.
"Come on Jack, this is no mere bauble. They call it the cat's eye and it
holds within itself the power to grant not just 9 lives, but true
immortality. Picture it Jack, young and healthy forever for the low, low
price of seven dollars."
Jack soon recovered from the coughing fit and said, "Look man, no
offense, but you can't expect me to believe that."
The strange man laughed again. "I suppose not Jack, but answer me this,
what have you got to lose?"
Jack just looked into the eyes of the stranger for several seconds
before saying, "I guess you are right," and pulling out his wallet. He
handed seven dollars to the homeless man and took the bracelet. It
looked like cheap junk, just a fake gold chain with a glass charm on it,
but as Jack picked it up it felt almost uncomfortable hot in his hand
and the colored swirl in the glass seemed to change with the light like
an animal's eye reacting to light.
The man's smiling face suddenly became grim. "Listen carefully to me Mr.
Marshall. The cat's eye will give you the gift of eternal youth, but it
will watch what you do with that gift. Stay to the path of the
righteous, you don't need to be a saint or anything, but if you hurt
someone the eye will punish you."
Jack was stunned by the sudden change of demeanor and turned slowly to
resume his walk home. It was almost a minute before he realized that the
stranger had used his last name. At that point Jack turned and saw only
an empty side walk. The only sigh the man had even been there was the
heat coming from the bracelet in his hand.
2.
Jack left the cat's eye sit on his counter for 3 days before he touched
it. He was getting worse more quickly now, the coughing growing more and
more frequent and the pain constant now. Finally he decided to try it.
He picked up the bracelet carefully and noticed that it still felt warm
to the touch. He struggled to wrap it around his wrist and whispered,
"Here goes nothing," before closing the clasp. At first nothing
happened, but he noticed that the bracelet looked very effeminate on his
wrist, small and delicate after all the muscle loss. He sighed and
laughed at himself for his foolishness, then just turned on the tv and
sat down.
Several minutes later he noticed that the heat from the bracelet seemed
to be getting more intense. He shrugged it off at first, but soon it was
very hot. The heat continued to increase to the point when it was
getting painful. Jack began to struggle with the clasp on the bracelet,
but it appeared stuck. The pain was getting intense now and almost
seemed to be radiating from his wrist to other parts of his body. Jack
was getting desperate now and filled the sink with ice and cold water
before plunging his hand in. The water began to bubble almost
immediately, Jack never even felt the cold. Just when the pain filled
his whole body and he felt like he couldn't take it any longer, it
suddenly stopped. Jack pulled his hand from the now hot water and
noticed that the bracelet had gone back to its normal gentle warmth and
hadn't left any sort of burn mark despite the intense pain. Jack ran his
hand across his head in curiosity, a habit he developed soon after he
lost his hair to the chemo, only to stop almost immediately when he felt
it, he had hair! It was short but it was there, it felt almost like a
buzz cut. "Well that at least is good news," Jake said laughing. "At
least I won't be a cueball in the coffin." He laughed again, but that
triggered another coughing fit.
It began like usual, but just seemed to get more intense. He felt like
he was literally coughing up his lungs as they began to burn and spasm
painfully with the ever deepening cough. Suddenly he felt something
coming up his windpipe and ran to the bathroom as he began to gag. He
barely made it to the toilet when he began to vomit up something
strange. Once he was finished he looked in the bowl and saw a bunch of
strange grey and black lumps of tissue. They almost looked like tumors.
He gasped for air to recover from the coughing, only to realize that he
could breath more easily, maybe as well as ever. He stood up and wiped
his mouth. He felt strangely tired though as if there had been some
great strain on his body. He barely managed to drag himself to bed and
was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
3.
When Jack woke he glanced at the clock and saw that it was after 10 in
the morning. He climbed out of bed gingerly as had become his habit and
stretched. He couldn't put his finger on how, but he felt wonderful,
like he was ready for a marathon. He walked to the bathroom and looked
in the mirror. The first thing that he noticed was the fact that somehow
his hair had grown out overnight, now he had a shoulder length mane of
jet black hair framing his still hairless face. This startled him even
more than the length, because his hair used to be brown. He noted that
his eyebrows had grown in as well, though a bit thin and also jet black.
Once he got past the pair and began to examine himself in earnest he was
even more surprised however. His face was full and healthy, instead of
the sunken pale face he was used to seeing in the mirror. He looked down
and noticed similar changes in his body. Though he hadn't regained any
muscle mass he looked more healthy and less frail, something like a long
distance runner. He noticed that his whole body was still hairless,
which seemed strange considering his hair and eyebrows had returned.
He was ecstatic and stood there posing in front of the mirror. He was
sad that he was so small and maybe even effeminate with the hair as it
was, but excited considering how he had looked just yesterday. He took a
quick shower, anxious to get out and experience the world. It amazed him
how long it took him to get his hair dry with a towel and eventually he
gave up when it was just damp. He had originally intended to just let it
hang loose, but the fact that it dominated his vision forced him to tie
it back into a ponytail. He walked outside enjoying the feeling of being
alive he walked all around his neighborhood, just because he wasn't
getting sick or tired while he did it. The only bad part of the day was
when he stopped at a hot dog cart for lunch and the guy called him,
"Ma'am." He laughed and thought to himself, "I really need a haircut."
Eventually he decided to walk down to his oncologist's office to get an
official statement that he was healthy. He already knew it, but hell, he
wanted to hear it from a doctor. He walked to the office rather than
calling, since he didn't have anything else to do. As he walked in to
his doctor's office Cheryl, the girl at the front desk, waived to him
and commented how healthy he looked. She said he was in luck the doctor
had an opening in half an hour and he could have a seat. Jack sat down
and read through an old copy of Time, until he heard his doctor call his
name. The doctor seemed startled when she saw him, but just asked him to
follow her.
They went back into an exam room and he told the doctor how great he
felt and the doctor began a skeptical examination. She ran through every
easily accessible test and was very surprised. "It's amazing, I have
never seen anything like this. Maybe the chemo just had a delayed
effect. I'd like to run a few more tests." Over the next several hours
he was subjected to a brutal battery of tests, before finally be given a
clean bill of health. After a hearty congratulations and recommendation
of a more masculine wig from his doctor Jack was off. It wasn't until he
was out the door that he exclaimed, "Fuck, now I have to get a job
again!"
4.
It had been an exhausting 2 months as Jack desperately tried to find a
job. What meager savings he had dried up quickly and he was getting
desperate for a job. He sat nervously in the waiting room of a local
accounting firm. He fingered his long black hair nervously, wishing he
had gotten it cut. He tried, but something inside stopped him at the
last minute. So now he found himself waiting for an interview with his
small frame and long hair projecting an at best gender neutral
appearance, despite the masculine business clothes. This was just
another worry stacked on the doubts about the economy and his relatively
weak resume, plus the fact that the companies would worry his cancer
would come back. The secretary told him to come in and he took a deep
breath to steady himself, then put on a fake smile and walked inside the
office. The hiring manager was a broad shouldered man, maybe in his
40's. He looked like the type of guy that liked to reminisce about his
old sports glory days. He introduced himself as Mr. Brooks and told Jack
to take a seat.
It was a pretty standard interview, some background stuff followed by a
series of inane questions like, "Where do you see yourself in 5 years?"
Jack had been through so many of these in the past few months that he
had perfectly rehearsed every answer. He was careful to sound confident
but not arrogant and it seemed like he was really winning the guy over.
When the interview ended Mr. Brooks took special care to assure Jack of
the company's commitment to diversity and that they were a gay and
transgender friendly workplace. This seemed strange to Jack, but he let
it go. As he turned to leave he heard Mr. Brooks say, "Don't sweat it,
we only have one more interview scheduled and unless she wows me the job
is going to be yours."
As Jack walked out of the office he saw that the only other person in
the waiting room was a young woman going over some papers. She was a hot
blonde, but had the unmistakable aura of professionalism. Jack heard Mr.
Brooks promise of a job echoing in his head and all the concerns about
money seemed to be building up. Jack walked up to her and said, "Excuse
me, but are you here to interview fir the accounting position?"
She stood up and said, "Yes, why?"
"Well I was just told the job was mine, but they thought it would be
rude not to interview you. I just thought I should let you know so you
weren't wasting your time."
"Nonsense, Noone does that."
In a flash of genius Jack said, "They said it was something about
transgendered people and building diversity. I already signed the
papers, why do you think I was in there so long?"
She huffed indignantly and stormed out muttering something about
diversity programs. Jack smiled and strolled casually out with a big
smile on his face. He walked home triumphantly, but had just made it to
his front door when the bracelet started to heat up. Jack braced himself
for the coming pain wondering what would come next.
The heat started building again more quickly this time. It seemed to be
radiating all over, maybe even heating the air around. The heat was
building more and more, the pain quickly becoming unbearable. Jack let
out a great scream and lost consciousness.
5.
Jack woke up feeling very strange. He was on the floor of his apartment,
but everything felt off. It was like his whole body was different. He
tried to get to his feet, only to stumble. He looked down and saw that
he was dressed like a woman! His male business clothes had been replaced
by similar, if a bit revealing, female equivalents. His shirt was cut
differently and slightly open, so from this angle he could see a hint of
his black bra. He could see his pantyhose clad legs coming from the
bottom of his short skirt and on his feet he saw the reason for the
stumble, a pair of black stiletto heels. His fingernails were long and
painted a bright crimson.
"What the fuck?" Jack exclaimed as he got gingerly to his feet. He
walked carefully expecting to be unsteady on the heels, but he actually
felt bizarrely comfortable with them. He noticed he moved with a strange
graceful sway, but just put it up to the heels. He started to strip off
the female clothes, but stopped when he got the shirt off. "This bra is
crazy. It looks like I have tits." He struggled to unhook it behind his
back and let it fall, only to realize that it wasn't the bra. They were
small but he had tits! He was stunned, staring at the pert A cup breasts
with their nipples pointing slightly at an upward angle. He took off the
rest of his clothes, dreading the possibility he might have become a
woman. He let out a sigh of relief when he let the skirt fall to reveal
a prominent bulge in his panties. "This is so weird." He walked to the
bathroom, noting he still had that same sensual sway to his walk.
He braced himself and looked in the mirror. His lips were fuller and a
deep red, in fact it looked like he had makeup all over, but as he ran
his fingers over his face he realized it was actually his skin pigment.
His hair was in an attractive and feminine style framing his face
perfectly. He looked at his body and noticed that aside from the breasts
and an uncomfortable feminine ass he had also gained a little muscle.
His body looked limber and healthy, maybe something like a ballet
dancer. He stripped off the panties, revealing his perfectly normal cock
and walked to his bedroom to at least put on some male clothes. As he
grabbed a pair of boxers from his dresser the bracelet got hot and he
was suddenly holding a pair of lacy pink panties. He gasped and let them
fall before repeating the process with similar results on some other
types of clothes.
He finally just stared at the pile of clothes on the floor and resolved
himself to solving this problem. He went to the kitchen still naked and
tried to open the bracelet for several minutes. After resigning himself
to the fact that this wouldn't work he spent the next few hours trying
to cut, snap or slip the bracelet off, all not no avail. He fell asleep
naked on his kitchen floor crying.
6.
He received a call with the official job offer from Mr. Brooks the next
day. He realized he had no choice if he wanted to pay his rent, so he
accepted. He sat around his apartment sulking through the weekend just
watching TV. On Monday morning he cringed the grabbed some of his old
business clothes and watched as they transformed into an appropriate but
sexy dress. He slipped it on over the bra and panties he was wearing
before slipping on the heels. He stopped at the mirror to try to fix his
hair, but he noted much to his chagrin that it laid perfectly, framing
his face and combining with the strange makeup to make him look very
sexy.
He walked with trepidation to the office and walked in. He was greeted
by Mr. Brooks in the waiting area and congratulated on dressing up, and
again assured that there would be no discrimination permitted there. He
was shown to his desk and introduced to the people working around him.
There were a couple of guys that said hello, but Jack was focused on the
beautiful redhead sitting at the next desk. As he walked up she put out
the image of the prefect librarian. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun
and she stared through her cat's eye glasses at a file while chewing
absentmindedly on a pen. She waved and introduced herself as Carol when
they walked up and let loose a dazzling smile. They made small talk for
a minute, then Jack got right to work. He was a good accountant and
didn't mind the work, but that and the occasional chat with Carol was
all that was keeping him going. The day was pretty miserable otherwise,
though true to Mr. Brooks' word no one called him out on the way he was
dressed and in fact many of them were very friendly, but the fact that
everyone thought he was some kind of crossdressing freak. In fact many
of the friendly people were the worst, Jack almost lost it when Carol
complimented him on how feminine he looked.
In time he got into a sort of bearable grove at the company. He did his
work, but unfortunately he didn't have much of a social life besides
going out with the girls from the office every weekend. His family was
dead and all of his old friends quickly stopped talking to him so the
girls were all he had. Every Saturday Carol and Jack went out for drinks
and dancing with the girls. These nights were lifesavers for Jack as it
was most of his social interaction and he found that he loved to dance
now. This body was wonderful when it moved and it felt like being part
of poetry. His romantic life was a bust as well, since even though he
still liked women he pretty much only saw any interest from men. It was
rough but he managed to hold it together for almost a year.
It was of their usual nights out, this time to a dance club near Jack's
(now usually called Jackie) house. They danced the night away and Jack
had to get rid of several men who were hitting in him over the course of
the night and was getting frustrated. Carol was in the mood to party as
her last relationship had just ended rather messily when she found him
cheating. They were hitting it much harder than usual and were quite
sloppy by the time that the rest of the girls left after asking if they
were okay. As they stumbled out the door after last call Carol began
searching for a cab when Jack suggested she just crashs at his place.
"Oh Jackie, that's a great idea. I'm glad to have you as a girlfriend."
"Me too, come on. This way."
They stumbled down the street leaning on each other for support and
chatting happily. They walked into Jack's apartment and plopped down on
the couch. As Jack watched the smooth curves of Carol's body move he
began to get horny. He was glad Carol was too drunk to notice the tent,
then went off to get them something to drink. When he came back Carol
was passed out on the couch with one leg hanging off the side. Suddenly
Jack who was almost too drunk to stand decided that he had been alone
for too long and that Carol was lonely too, so they could both use a
lay. As he clumsily maneuvered himself between her legs and pulled down
her panties the bracelet started to heat up.
Jack was so far gone that he didn't even notice it until he had exposed
his hard cock and was maneuvering to insert himself into the unconscious
Carol. Suddenly it was like the bracelet was on fire and his world
turned upside down. He let out a shriek of pain and felt like all of his
bones were breaking. It was over quickly, but he felt very wrong. He was
on all fours and everything seemed so big. The formerly dark apartment
seemed as bright as day and the sounds and smells were all new. He tried
to look down at himself, but his body didn't same to move right.
Suddenly he caught a glimpse in the floor length mirror by his door and
let put a shriek of terror. There on the floor where he was before and
looking back at him was a pure black cat with the bracelet dangling
around its neck like a collar. He tried to call for help but panicked
screeches were all that came out. Carol shifted slightly and said,
"Quiet Kitty."
Suddenly he felt a hand grab him and stuff him in a cage. He looked up
to see the face of the vendor. He had a sad look in his face and began
to speak to the screeching cat, "Jack I am very sorry. I warned you not
to hurt anyone and now here you are. You will be a cat forever and
there's nothing you can do about that. I know a couple of people who
will look after you and I think you will like them. They hate me at
least as much as you do." Jack started to quiet down. "I'll let them
know who you really are and I know they will at least treat you like a
person and they are immortal as well. Trust me the last thing you want
is to be stuck alone and unable to communicate who you are for
eternity."
The vendor waived his hand and Carol was teleported to her bed, she
would remember nothing of the night thankfully. Suddenly Jack and the
vendor were in front of a New York brownstone. He put the cage down and
attached a note to it, then rapped on the door 3 times and disappeared
again. A second later a beautiful redhead answered the door and looked
at the note. She turned over her shoulder and called, "Shia, you should
have a look at this." She was soon joined by a beautiful Arabian woman
joined her and after reading the note said, "That bastard."
They the cage into the warm house and opened the door allowing him to
climb out. The Redhead spoke up, "Hi Jack, we are really sorry for what
happened to you because of that sneaky bastard, but you are welcome to
stay with us if you want."
Jack tried to speak only to end up making a meow. He then consentrated
on how his body moved and with some effort managed to nod. The redhead
smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go get you some food."
The Arabian woman looked at Jack and said, "You have our hospitality as
long as you want it, but you aren't our prisoner or anything. Well try
to work out a system of communicating as soon as we can. Also you should
know we have a lot in common. We are all immortal or at least eternal,
and Michelle was also changed by that street vendor."
The redhead brought him a bowl of leftover hamburger helper that he
devoured, not realizing how hungry he was. He thought to himself, "It's
going to be a long eternity but at least I'm not alone."
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