Tales from the Frog Lady Part 1 of 2 Wedding Night
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Notes:
1 - I don't believe Catherine suddenly discovered she didn't enjoy having
sex as a woman. it is more probable that she had cold feet because the
marriage and rebelled against the typical male/female roles.
2- This is the first story I write centered in a female to male
transformation, I would appreciate you opinions to help me improving it.
3- Sorry for the translation errors, I will correct "Wedding Night" soon
A night out
by Sylvia Wechsel
I caught myself daydreaming again, staring at the closed wooden door
of the church. I was anxious, I recognized, and my impulse was to flee
from the spot. It was just an irony that this moment was the most
expected event in my life just one month before: the day I would marry
Don!
It was easy to identify the event which changed everything. The day I
performed the blowjob. I was so horny that I almost gave up my purity
pledge and offered myself to him. I still remembered the taste of his
cum in my mouth. At that time this was the most erotic event in my
life. The problem began the day after. I felt dirty and sick. What
bothered me was not only the disgusting aftertaste which I still
could feel in my mouth, but also the fact that I performed such a
submissive act. This revolted me. Suddenly loosing my virginity turned
from a dream into a nightmare. In my mind this would be my ultimate
submission act, being fucked. I felt like a cow being conducted to a
slaughterhouse. In other words, I didn't want to marry anymore,
neither with Don, nor with any other male.
I thought about canceling the wedding, but I couldn't bring myself to
hurt Don and my parents. I was going through, even if this would make
my life miserable. Maybe I would grow used with this feeling in the
due time. I was distracted with these thought when I hear a woman
yelling at the street:
-"Hey, Catherine, good luck in your new life"
I looked backwards at her direction. Without my glasses I could not
identify who she was, but I saw enough to recognize that she was an
old, and ugly. I turned back facing the door again. It was probably
someone I knew superficially (and forgot) who was sending greetings
due to my wedding. Just a heartbeat latter, I felt dizzy. I closed my
eyes trying to concentrate in not loosing my consciousness. When I
opened them again, I was not in the church anymore. I was facing two
cars, a typical middle class model and an old blue Volkswagen Beetle.
Both cars where involved in some light fender-bender. Then I heard the
woman again:
-"Have you made a good trip?"
I looked at her direction, and, only then, I realized I was clearly
seeing her face without glasses. My astigmatism was gone! My God, my
first impression was right. The woman was ugly! Her face resembled a
frog. Then I looked down and realized the astigmatism wasn't the only
thing "gone". I was wearing a yellow male shirt, partially unbuttoned
and, most important, my chest was bare (except for the hairs), my
breasts were missing. It took some time, but finally it struck me like
a lightning, I was in a male body. As she could read my mind, she
said:
-"Yes, that's true, I transported you into Carl's body"
How this was possible? I never believed in magic, but this could only
be explained as the result of some sort of spell. Recovering my senses
I asked:
-"Who are you, what have you done?"
My deep voice surprised me.
She answered:
-"You can think of me as your fairy godmother and, as for, what I did,
I gave you an opportunity to solve your doubts about the marriage."
How could she know that I was in doubt about marrying Don? Then I
realized that if she was so powerful in the sense that she could put
me inside another body, she would also well be able to read minds.
She explained that she sensed my dilemma and decided to help me. My
first impulse was to demand her she should return me to my body, but
then I realized this was an opportunity, and decided to hear what she
had to suggest. I would be allowed to spend that night as Carl. He was
heading to a pub party when the crash occurred. I would assume from
that point on. I thought about Don and about my parents, but she
said:
-"Don't worry, Carl will assume from the point in which you left, he,
or, better said, she, will take care of the marriage and what will
come next."
At least I would be spared from the experience of loosing my
virginity. Then I asked:
-"What happens after this night?"
-"It will depend on you, if you wish, you can stay in Carl's body
after this night if you choose so" she answered.
-"Consider this a test drive..." she added, laughing.
Then I asked:
-"What if Carl doesn't want to stay in my body?"
-"He is a troubled man, he had a bad experience with a former
girlfriend in the past and lost the expectation to find love again,
living your life he (she) will see thing in another perspective" she
said, and then completed...
-"Besides that, he is a very rude young man and deserves a lesson."
Then she explained to me how this would function. At 6:00am sharp she
would find me wherever I was and then I would take my decision. This
decision would be irreversible, if I decided to keep Carl's body or
not, I would never see the lady again. I asked how would I be
convincing in Carl's role, if I knew nothing about him. He answered:
-"If you need some information simply think what would you do, you
will be rewarded with one of Carl's previous memories telling you what
to do, but take care, don't use this too much, these memory
experiences can be... pretty disturbing".
-"You will be living these memories and not watching them, if you
loose control you may well loose your sanity as well" she completed,
with a serious face.
Her seriousness vanished just moments later, she opened a smile and said:
-"By the way, sorry for the crash, but I had to find a reason to talk
to Carl in a private place."
Then she added:
-"Have a good night, maybe you can find a good girl tonight".
As she said that, the thought of making love to a woman invaded my
mind, I felt aroused and something began bothering me between my legs.
She noticed that and said, looking at my groin:
-"I see you are already thinking about that"
I blushed as I noticed she meant the bulge formed in front of my
trousers, my penis was growing and was somewhat bending, it did hurt a
lot. I said:
-"Sorry!"
I inserted my hand in my pants and straightened my penis, feeling
relieved. The contact of my hand with my penis increased my excitement
and I was soon with a hard penis in between my legs, and it belonged
to me. Everybody who payed attention to me would clearly see that. I
thought, how could men live with that? I knew the exterior signs of
excitement for a woman were more discrete. The wetness between the
legs was particular, only she could know that and the straightening of
the nipples could be easily disguised by wearing a bra. Now everybody
in the neighborhood who payed some attention could notice the volume
in front of my trousers, but at the same time, the thought of
displaying my arousal like that was intoxicating. I felt this like a
new power, the power of forcing my sexuality over the others.
After that she said I should continue my path. She gave instructions
how to arrive at the pub and I departed, seeing in the back mirror
that the woman continued there. I don't know why, but I became
disappointed by the fact that she didn't vanish into thin air before
my eyes.
I drove the path which she indicated to me and soon I was delivering
my car keys to the parking place valet. I walked to the pub entrance
and was received by a very beautiful blond hostess, who opened a
gorgeous smile as she directed to me asking:
-"Your name, please?"
I was amazed with her beauty, she had a gorgeous body and wore a nice
tube dress, black. Her beautiful neck was adorned by a golden
necklace, discrete. The earrings, also golden, formed a set with that
necklace and her blond hair and showed me that girl knew how to select
her accessories. I was lost, admiring her, and my penis was hard
again, but fortunately the balcony allowed me to hide it. She brought
me back to earth, asking:
-"Mister?"
Ashamed I answered:
-"Cath... er ... Carl, my name is Carl" and smiled at her to disguise my
shame.
Then she gave me a piece of paper saying I should use it to order food
and drinks. This was new to me. As Catherine, I never took care of the
bill, there was always a man at my side to do this, my father, a
boyfriend, Don, but now I was supposed to order things and pay for
them. I noted in my mind I should probe Carl's wallet to see how much
money I had, before ordering something.
I remembered something and decided to ask the hostess:
-"I'm supposed to meet some friend here, do you know where they are
sitting?"
She told me there were two large groups in the pub that night and
indicated both tables. I was distracted and remembered thinking:
-" How will I recognize Carl's friends?"
Then something strange happened.
***
I was distracted in a supermarket corridor, selecting items to put
inside my shopping cart when I heard someone calling me:
-"Carl, is it really you?"
I looked behind me and saw Walter, a friend I had lost contact for about
a year.
-"Hi Walter, long time no see.." I answered, hoping he would take the
opportunity, also use some clich? sentence like me and leave me alone,
but he had other ideas:
-"How you are doing, still in depression because of Liz?"
He had to put the finger in the wound! I answered:
-"Yes, you know..."
-"You must leave that, she is not worth you spend your entire life
hiding in your apartment" he said, and completed.
-"You know, I will meet some friends for a pub party, why don't you join
us?"
I said "yes, sure, I will thing about...", but my intention was to
dismiss him. After we parted, however, I became ashamed of my
thoughts. Walter was a good friend, he was right, I could not spend my
entire life at home. I decided to try and meet him in the pub.
***
My God, this was breathtaking! It was one of Carl's memories! No
wonder the frog-lady told I should take care with that, if this
repeated too much I could well get crazy as she said. It was really
not like watching the memory, I was living that! When Walter
pronounced Liz' name I felt a deep pain in my soul. God, thinking
about Liz, even considering I didn't know her, I still felt sad!
The memory, however, allowed me to recognize Walter in the second
table the hostess indicated me. He received me with joy and invited me
to sit. Luckily he presented the others to me, so no one else knew
Carl. Instinctively I knew this would reduce the probability of being
attacked by one of those memories.
I started talking to the people in the table. At first I thought they
could be fun, but soon I realized, due to their comments, that they
were a bunch of conservatives. I, as Catherine, had been rich my whole
life, and even so, I had more progressive views about the society
compared to those ignorant mid-class yuppies. I remained at my place,
saying "yeah, sure" for about an hour and when I could no longer
stand, I decided to leave the table.
I wanted or better said, needed to pee. I went to the WC and, for the
first time in my life, entered in the men's room. I went to the
mirror, I had to see how I looked. It wasn't bad. I had dark brown
hairs, almost black. My eyes were dark and my face was a bit long, as
my nose, but in average I concluded I was handsome. Then the pressure
increased and, out of curiosity, I went to the urinal to empty my
bladder. It was nice to pee without having to sit down.
When I returned I went to the bar, instead of going to the table. I
found an empty place at the balcony. I sat at the bench and asked for
a beer (I had already checked Carl's wallet and there was sufficient
cash to allow for a couple of drinks). Walter noticed this and came to
see what I was doing. I said him I needed some time alone and he
returned to his friends. A blond girl sitting at my left side said,
after Walter went away:
-"Boring people?"
Surprised with her bold approach, I said:
-"Is this so obvious?"
She laughed and we started a conversation. Her name was Carla and we
found amusing the coincidence: Carl and Carla! We continued this
conversation for good half hour and then I noticed I was sitting with
my legs parted directed towards her, she, on her side kept her legs
closed, but uncrossed and they were also directed towards me. Her head
was inclined to the right side and she player her hair with the
fingers of the left hand. The movement was designed to attract my
attention to her beautiful neck and, going down a bit, her cleavage.
As Catherine I studied psychology and her (or should I say, our) body
language clearly indicated what she (we) wanted.
I was afraid. I didn't know how to act. I had been always the passive
member of such games. I didn't think being a guy was so difficult,
then I remember thinking:
-"How should I make to kiss her?"
And then, it happened again:
***
I was sitting in a table side by side with Liz. It was our first date
and I was tense. I knew it was time to kiss her, but would she comply
or would she refuse me? I simply leaned towards her, approached my
lips from hers and kissed her. She didn't deviate.
***
That was again weird, and surprising short (but intense). I could
sense the indecision, but also the resolution, the thought of "having
nothing to loose". So that's how guys did it? Just an act of
craziness? I decided to repeat the actions of that memory, approached
my mouth to Carla's mouth. She didn't avoid and , encouraged by her
action, I kissed her. It was surprisingly simple. That memory also
gave me the first glimpse of Liz, she was gorgeous, no wonder Carl was
in depression after loosing her.
After our kiss, Carla said she wanted to dance and we decided to get
out of that pub. When we went to the cash I got my first experience as
being the guy, I payed her bill (as well as mine, of course).
Fortunately Carl brought enough money in the wallet.
We went to a dance place she knew, I must confess it was fun. We
kissed further and I could sense her hard nipples pressing against my
chest, it was nice, she, of course could sense my hard penis pressing
against her crotch, and she liked it, as the way she rubbed her
abdomen against mine while we kissed.
After some time (it was about 2:00am) she suggested we should go to a
Motel. I found her bold approach daring, but I was consumed by lust.
Just the perspective of having sex with her made me accept whatever
she suggested. We went out of the dancing place and drove for about 20
to 30 minutes until we found a nice looking Motel.
We drove in and I presented our ID cards to the front receptionist.
Soon we received instructions to go to a suite equipped with a
Jacuzzi. We entered there, kissed again and then undressed. Her body
was as nice as her face and I could see she approved what she saw in
me.
I wanted to jump to bed with her, but she said:
-"Wait, we should do it safe!"
Of course, the condom, I did forget. I decided to look in Carl's
wallet, but Carla was faster and presented a closed pocket containing
a condom. Before sex we took a shower and then she asked me to lean on
my back. She did a quick blowjob in me before placing the condom. I
must confess the blowjob was a bit frustrating, I felt just what it
was, the contact of her mouth against my skin. The fact that she was
practicing what for me was such a subservient action (that was one of
my memories, as Catherine) was deeply erotic.
Soon I was over her. I played her clitoris with the fingers of my
right hand and inserted a finger in her vagina, to tease her. I
realized she was already wet. Finally it was the moment of truth. I
approached the tip of my penis from the opening of her vagina and
inserted it with care. My sensations were damped because of the
condom, but the situation was so erotic that I didn't care. After that
I realized that thanks to the condom I took longer to cum, allowing
her to have at least two orgasms. If I didn't use a condom I would
probably cum 15 seconds after inserting my penis into her.
Considering afterwards what happened I must confess that the sex
itself was not as sensational as I believed, but the sensation power,
of being the one "in charge", was intoxicating. I would never do it
myself, but I could well understand how this sense of power could lead
some weak minds to rape a girl.
We played in the jacuzzi, kissed more, ordered something to eat and
did another round of sex. When we saw it was already 4:30am. She said
she needed to go home and asked me a ride. My mood was so good that I
would drive her to the moon, if she asked, but I had no idea where (I
mean in which city) I was. I told her yes, but she needed to teach me
the path, because I was from elsewhere.
After leaving the motel (I payed the diary, of course) and she told me
how to get to her home. I drove for about 40 minutes and, in the way,
I recognized some geographical landmarks and identified the city. I
realized this city was located over 1000Km away from where I came.
That witch was really powerful.
After arriving there she insisted we should exchange telephone
numbers. I gave her the number of my mobile, and she gave me hers. We
said goodbye, kissed again and she entered her room. I got the
impression that she was willing a formal relationship, I, from my side
I wasn't sure if I wanted something with her. God, I didn't know yet
whether I wanted to stay as Carl. It was almost 5:30am and the
frog-lady told me she would find, so I decided to spend this half hour
sitting in a bench of a nice square I saw in my pat to Carla's home.
At 6:00am sharp I heard a familiar voice coming from behind me:
-"Did you enjoy the test drive?"
It was the frog lady. I told her my doubts. Should I assume Carl's
life from that point on, or should I return to my body, as Don's wife?
I must be honest, I enjoyed the life as a man and I wanted to stay.
Finally I made my decision, I decided to stay. The frog-lady assured
me that Carl was happy living my life, I hope this is true, I must
confess I was not thinking about his welfare when I took my decision.
The frog-lady said goodbye and went her way.
I was alone again, this time forever. I am Carl now. Maybe someday I
would seek Catherine. She was the only person in the world who would
understand me. I decided to go home, but then I realized I didn't know
where I lived. I searched the car, but found no indication of address.
There was only one way to solve this problem, I took a deep breath and
thought:
-"How can I get home?"
THE END
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