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He looked perfect. Like a motivational speaker. Maybe that's what he
was. I didn't much care one way or the other. I just looked at him
sitting in the customer chair of Eddie's cubicle. Perfectly combed hair
above perfectly squinted eyes above a perfectly shining smile above
perfectly broad shoulders above a perfectly firm chest. His sky blue
polo was tucked tightly into his navy slacks and an argyle ankle rested
upon his opposite knee as he casually rubbed it with one hand. He was
the absolute picture of efficiency and prestige.
How disgusting. I knew right then that this man would be my next
target.
* * *
The man handed me his business card, which read "Edward S. Handel,
Orange County Auto Mall," and shook my hand, telling me to ask for him
by name when I returned the following day to pick up the Accord I'd just
signed off on. I smiled one of my genuine smiles and thanked him for
his help before slipping the card into my pocket and making my way out
the front of the sales office. It was a beautiful day: seventy degrees,
just a few clouds in the sky, and a soft breeze that set those clouds
floating elegantly across their heavenly canvas.
It was almost a shame that I'd parked so close to the entrance. I'd
only have a few short seconds to take in the cool afternoon. As I
stepped from the cement of the sidewalk to the asphalt of the parking
lot, however, I decided I wasn't in any rush. I could stand to stroll
around the lot a bit before returning home. Maybe I'd think about
picking up a truck to use when I'm up in Panama City.
As I turned sharply to my right, I noticed a salesman exiting the
offices out of the corner of my eye. It wasn't Edward, but it was
someone who I'd seen inside. For some reason, he had an umbrella in his
hand. I couldn't imagine why, considering the weather.
* * *
I was afraid that I wouldn't have enough time: he'd parked fairly close
to the entrance. But through the grace of God, the guy turned towards
the new car lot instead of heading for his own vehicle. I pressed the
button on the handle of my umbrella, snapping the black fabric wide open
like a bat's wing, and positioned it over my head. I followed the man
down to the lot, but turned and went down another lane than he had.
I didn't want to be too conspicuous.
Mr. Perfect was preoccupied, examining the bed of a pickup, so he
probably didn't even notice that I'd followed him. Slowly, without
taking my eyes off of the man, I slid one hand up the aluminum shaft of
the umbrella, fingering for the latch at its top.
Once I found it, I licked my lips in anticipation. I didn't know who
this man was, but boy was he going to get it. My thumb in position, I
waited for the perfect time, right when he turned to face me, and pushed
the release latch inwards.
* * *
The truck was a beauty, but this particular vehicle had automatic
transmission, and I need manual for the kinds of work I'd be putting it
through. I made a mental note to ask Edward if he had any in manual as
I turned back towards the lane of the car lot.
There was that salesman with the umbrella, looking at me strangely. He
was hunched over slightly, one hand gripping the top of the opened
umbrella, when I first noticed the strange feeling. Like I was being
massaged in a rather sensitive area. The pressure built very quickly,
though, and after a second it felt more like someone was pressing into
my pelvis very forcefully, and then a second later I felt a sort of pop,
and I lost feeling there entirely.
* * *
The look on the guy's face was priceless. He looked like a kid whose
cookies had been stolen. I guess, in a way, his were. I think he was
looking at me for a second, but I distracted him quickly enough. He
wouldn't be looking in my direction again, if I did this right.
The plastic ring that connects all the spokes of the umbrella was
resting hard on my thumb, which was the only thing stopping it from
sliding down. I angled the umbrella away from me, again without taking
my eyes off of the man, and slowly, tantalizingly pulled the umbrella
closed.
* * *
Something odd was happening, but as soon as I was able to process that
thought in my head, another odd thing began to happen. I wear my briefs
high on my hips, but I could feel the elastic slipping. My hands went
to the sides of my pants and I could actually feel the band sliding
down, but I couldn't get a grip on it.
My hands went into my pockets, but the elastic band was already lower
than my pockets reached. It was about level with the crotch of my
slacks, in fact, which meant that my underwear certainly could not go
any farther. But it was still a pretty uncomfortable situation, so I
grimaced and bent my knees in order to get a better grip, but my briefs
were inexplicably lower still. It looked almost as though the crotch of
my pants had sunk down to my mid-thigh.
I pulled my hands out of my pockets and checked my waistband to make
sure it was where it was supposed to be, and when I looked back down,
the crotch of my pants was below my knees! Something was not right
here.
Fortunately, I was between a Tundra and an F-150, so it was unlikely
anyone could see me through the large trucks. As I shuffled my way back
between the cabs of the two vehicles, my pants continued to mutate until
the crotch was between my ankles, and then it disappeared entirely as my
briefs dropped themselves gently on top of my loafers.
* * *
The poor fool looked like he was wearing a pencil skirt. He bent over,
trying to pull his underwear back up, but all he succeeded in doing was
landing himself on his butt. I could barely stop myself from laughing
out loud.
But that would have given me away. Instead, I held out the now-closed
umbrella and waited patiently for the guy to stand himself back up. The
moment he was upright, though, I pressed the button on the handle, and
the umbrella popped open again.
* * *
I'd just regained my footing when I felt a wave move quickly up my legs.
In a moment I felt relieved as my briefs made contact with my bare
bottom, but in the next moment I grew concerned, as I realized I
couldn't feel anything against my legs. My pants, or whatever garment
they now were, had expanded like a bell around my lower half, the
somehow incredibly stiff fabric pressing tightly against the trucks on
either side of me, trapping me in my place.
* * *
My teeth ground together as my lips parted into a smile. With a fast
movement of my wrist, I pulled the umbrella towards me, turning it
inside-out. This would fix the body.
* * *
I felt a gust of wind well around me, and suddenly there was blue fabric
all around my head. I panicked, crouching to the ground as my face was
softly buffeted by the cloth. When the wind died down I realized that
I'd closed my eyes. That wasn't like me, but then again, these were
weird circumstances.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that I looked different. Under my polo
shirt my shoulders had dissolved away and my chest, well, it almost
looked like I had breasts. My arms were thinner, too, and when I looked
farther down, I noticed that the bell of fabric was now touching the
ground.
That's when I realized that my legs were still crouched. But my waist
was trapped by this thing I was wearing, and so my legs were simply
curled up inside of the bell, dangling in the air. Slowly, I
straightened them out, but I had to point my toes downward in order to
make any contact with the ground. Even then, it was only the tips of my
loafers and not my actual toes, which had apparently retreated backwards
inside shoes that were now several sizes too big for me.
* * *
I couldn't help it. I snickered as I righted the umbrella to its normal
position. The upper body was obscured when his skirt flew up around
him, but I had a beautiful view of his legs as they softened and shrank.
I jerked my wrist again, setting the umbrella inside-out. This would
fix the clothes.
* * *
I was hanging there for a few seconds, suspended by this bell thing,
before a second gust whooshed by, sending the fabric up to my face
again. The navy material seemed somehow different this time, maybe
lighter, and I could feel some other things were different, too. My
shoes tightened around my feet. My briefs tightened as well. I felt
something hugging me firmly around the chest.
When the wind went away this time, I saw I was now wearing a woman's
clothes to match the woman's body I now owned.
* * *
This had been even better than the first time! I flicked the umbrella
right side-in and then closed it completely, savoring the image of those
brown loafers, morphing around the victim's already-outstretched feet to
become a lavender pair of spike heels with a one-inch platform. Storing
forever the sight of white Y-fronts shifting into sky-blue panties.
Making certain that I saw every detail of those squirming legs as the
stiff skirt fabric fluttered into soft waves and floated down, revealing
a curly brunette who was now wearing a blouse and a knee-length umbrella
skirt.
One more. I quickly pumped the umbrella open and closed one last time.
This would fix the mind.
* * *
A third gust sent my skirt around my face, but I quickly put out my
hands to hold it down. It really was a good thing I was in between
these two trucks: some lecher might have been peeping. But why was I
looking at trucks anyway? I just needed something to get around in,
preferably something with some style to it.
I shook my head and pursed my lipticked lips. I supposed it wasn't
quite as nice a day as I had thought. Maybe I should just go home for
the day and lie down.
I bent at the knees and picked up my purse, being careful to balance
properly on my heels. Why did I pick these out to go car shopping in?
It didn't really matter. Checking to make sure my keys were in their
pocket, I stepped daintily out from between the trucks and made my way
to my car.
* * *
I knew I wanted to be there when Eddie's customer came by to pick up her
car. I mean, I had literally made her the kind of woman she'd become
just the day before. But I also knew that I was damned hungry. Looking
between Eddie's desk and the group of guys heading for the Italian place
across the street, I finally broke down and decided that she couldn't
possibly come in the next half-hour.
* * *
I saw a car full of white-shirted salesman make a right turn out of the
dealership just as I was waiting to make a left turn into it. I hoped
Edward wasn't in there. I knew I was late for my appointment, so worst
case scenario I'd simply wait, or work with an associate who was free.
To my surprise, though, Edward seemed to be the only salesman who had
not left the office. 'It must be my lucky day,' I thought to myself.
But as I was making small-talk with Edward I heard thunder and looked
out a window to see that it was absolutely pouring. It had been sunny a
moment ago.
Edward saw where I was looking and made a big shrug. "Florida weather,
eh?" he laughed. I smiled back at him as he quickly looked around the
office.
"I personally don't have an umbrella," he told me, "but Vincent, one of
my associates, usually carries one around."
He stepped into a cubicle and pulled out a long, black umbrella. It
looked familiar somehow. In any case, I appreciated the man's chivalry.
He was going to let me use the umbrella as he soaked himself while
showing me my new Prius.
* * *
I just about jumped out of my skull. I couldn't believe what an idiot I
was. Just as we pulled out of the parking lot, I saw her pulling in.
She was driving a different car than she had when she was a guy, but I'd
recognize that face anywhere. Just seeing it reminded me of the images
I'd created with the umbrella.
But I couldn't freak out in front of the guys. I'd just wait until we
parked, and then make up some excuse to run back to the dealership. It
was just across one intersection.
Famous last words. Right as the engine shut off, the sky opened up and
buckets of rain began falling on the car. Ken put on a dumb grin and
said "Florida weather, eh?" It was all I could do not to punch him
right then and there. Instead I made something up about needing to look
up leasing information and pushed my way out of the car as quickly as
possible.
* * *
It was such a nice car. Edward told me that if I drove it for more than
five years, it would completely pay for itself in gas savings, but I
told him I probably wouldn't drive it more than three. I tried to cover
him with the umbrella too, but it just wasn't big enough, and in the end
the poor man was soaked. He stood out there for ten minutes talking
about the new wave of hybrids. It was sort of cute.
* * *
When I finally got back to the dealership, drenched to my absolute core,
the woman was nowhere in sight. And neither was Eddie. I ran around
the office looking for someone, but the only guy in the office was
Donnie, the general manager, and he had no idea the guys had even gone
out for lunch, let alone where Eddie might be.
Finally, I gave up and started walking towards the main entrance, when I
felt a slight twinge in my groin. I'd never felt anything like that
before, but I immediately knew what it meant. I quickly looked over to
my cubicle: the umbrella was gone! I looked out the glass doors of the
entrance and saw Eddie, just as wet as I was, underneath the overhang
outside with a customer.
With the customer. And she was holding my umbrella! She was talking to
Eddie, but she was looking at me, her hand poised at the top of the
umbrella where the latch to close it is. I silently prayed that she
would just drop it while it was open and leave it outside, but a feeling
of pressure told me she wouldn't. I knew I should run out there, do
something to stop her, but I felt paralyzed as the pressure built into
pain, and then popped away.
* * *
"That's Vincent right there," Edward pointed to the soaking man who was
standing inside the dealership as we reached the overhang, and thus
safety from the rain. I looked at him and chuckled to myself as I
absent-mindedly fingered the clasp to close the umbrella. He obviously
needed the something to protect him from the rain, and I sort of felt
bad for taking advantage of his preparedness. Guiltily, I pulled the
plastic ring down, quickly closing the wet umbrella.
* * *
My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, even as my boxers dropped to
my ankles, forcing my pants into a tight skirt. I still hoped beyond
hope that maybe she'd just put the umbrella down now, or at least look
over at Eddie and pass the rest of the spell on to him. I knew better
than to try to fight it.
* * *
There was something odd about Vincent. As I looked at him, his pants
changed shape. And then I saw a pair of boxers around his ankles. How
had those gotten there? I guess in my absent-mindedness, I didn't
notice as a gust of wind came by, throwing the umbrella inside-out.
* * *
Shit. Fate was conspiring against me. I couldn't see what happened,
but I knew by the black fabric around my face that my body was shifting
form beneath me. Eddie and that lady were getting quite a show if they
were still looking.
It seemed to take forever. Longer than it should have anyway. But
finally the skirt fell back down around my ankles. I didn't bother to
look at the damage. My face was towards the front entrance, where both
Eddie and the customer were looking at me through the glass with jaws on
the floor.
* * *
Edward saw me lose control of the umbrella and grabbed it, pulling it
behind a pillar so that the wind wouldn't be affecting it so much. I
thanked him and took it from his hands, but then I noticed a movement
out of the corner of my eye. Right where Vincent had been standing,
there was a strange woman wearing boxers with her skirt up over her
head. It was a bit mesmerizing. With the pale legs underneath and the
black skirt waving above, she almost looked like the inside-out
umbrella.
Oh! The umbrella! I quickly remembered that I needed to put it right,
and pulled at the spokes to get it right side-in again. As I finished,
though, I saw that the woman's skirt had fallen back into its proper
place. I poked Edward with my elbow, and he looked too. We were both
amazed: aside from the skirt, the woman was wearing the same clothes
that Vincent had been. She seemed to be just as shocked about
something.
I suppose it was about thirty seconds of us looking at her, her looking
at us, when another gust of wind threw the umbrella out. I was getting
a bit of deja vu, but I couldn't figure out why.
* * *
I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I was just standing there
in shock when, before I knew it, the skirt was up over my face again.
This time my hands flailed about trying to flatten it, but it was no
use. I could feel my clothes shifting. The images of the customer from
yesterday passed through my head, and I imagined that I couldn't have
looked too different right at that moment.
I could feel the shoes tightening against my feet. I could feel the
panties pulling up into my now-empty groin. I could feel my breasts
being hefted by a bra. An Alice band pressed itself over my forehead as
well. Finally, with great mercy, the umbrella was closed again, and I
found myself standing in 2-inch heels, in a skirt just like the one that
the customer had found herself in the day before, wearing a woman's cut
shirt with the dealership's logo embroidered on the breast.
I looked back up at the glass doors, my eyes pleading for mercy, but
instead I saw the customer absent-mindedly flutter the umbrella open and
close as she instinctively tried to get as much water off of it as
possible.
As my hands shot down to my rising skirt, I knew my fate was sealed. It
was just a matter of moments before my mind resettled into a feminine
form. As the skirt fell back down, my hands moved with it to smooth it
out and I walked, my stringy soaking hair sticking to the side of my
face, over to the front door where Eddie was taking care of a customer.
As I opened the door, I noticed the customer twisting my umbrella in her
hand, making the fabric swish around. I felt my hips swivel in rhythm
with the umbrella, making my skirt follow as well.
I wrapped my arm around Eddie's waist and pulled myself into his chest,
then turned to the customer and put on my little possessive face, just
making sure she knew that Eddie was mine. Some part of me knew that
Eddie wasn't really mine, but it also knew that it was useless to fight
against the umbrella.
I asked the lady if my man had found her a good car. She said he had,
and complimented me on my outfit. If only she knew. A part of me
suspected that she did. Feigning surprise, I looked down at the
umbrella in her hand and asked what she was doing with it. She got a
little embarrassed look on her face and handed it back to me.
As she did so, though, while each of us had a hand on the handle,
another of those weird gusts of wind blew by. Eddie got quite a show:
as the umbrella flipped inside out, I could see the hem of the
customer's skirt start to fly up, and then I felt my own do the same.
Next thing I knew, I was pushing wet fabric away from my face with my
hands.
The next thing I knew, that flustered salesman was holding the black
umbrella and looking sheepish. I was sort of flustered too, but Alice
pulled herself together pretty well and just said that we should get
inside to finish off the paperwork before the weather got any worse.
As we sat down at the table and Alice signed her last document, the
salesman turned towards me and asked if I was in the market for a new
car. Alice just answered for me like she usually does, told the man
that I was just there for moral support. She's always acted like a
mother hen towards me, ever since we were girls.
I sort of looked into the purse in my lap demurely, and when Alice
turned back to her paperwork I slipped out one of my business cards and
pushed it across the desk saying "if you ever want a tarot reading, give
me a call." Alice kind of gave me a surprised look, and I guess I was
being a bit more forward than I usually am, but what can I say? I mean,
the guy was cute.
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