Amy and The Unicorn
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The Unicorn
Retirement had been a total mistake, I realized as I walked idly through
the woods in late August. I was in the scout camp where I had experienced
many fine days as a Boy Scouts Cub, nearly 60 years ago. I turned 65 in
June, and already I was totally bored with my idle life. I was single,
never having remarried after the death of my wife from cancer 23 years
ago. I had never seemed lonely when I was working, but now days and weeks
would go by without my having a meaningful conversation with anyone other
than the cashier at the variety store where I bought my daily newspapers.
Five of them - I had nothing better to do than read different newspapers
reporting the same news.
Even the walk in the woods had turned into a bit of a bore. It had been
more exciting when I was 8, but maybe that was because then I was
surrounded by the other Cubs in my pack. Now I had no friends, and my
hope that reconnecting with nature would somehow make things better was
proven a failure. I turned around and started back for the main road,
where I had parked my car.
I had only gone a few hundred yards and was still in the deepest copse of
the forest when I heard the crack. I was pretty sure it was a rifle shot,
which was completely wrong. First, this was a non-hunting zone, and
secondly, deer hunting season doesn't happen around here until late
September, a month from now. It must be poachers, hunting illegally.
Then there was another shot, and a second later an animal suddenly
appeared in front of me. I don't mean it had bounded out of the bush ...
it had just appeared, as if it had been invisible. It immediately toppled
on its side, and I realized the reason. There was a red smear spreading
across the snow white fun on its haunch. I walked over cautiously,
knowing that a wounded animal could be extremely dangerous. It appeared
to be a horse at first. It was small, perhaps two thirds the size of a
normal one, but with the build and appearance of a horse, not a pony.
Then I noticed the horn. A single long silver horn spiraling out a good
18 inches from its forehead. The horn shone like metal - highly polished
silver or chrome. It was a unicorn, I realized, even though my brain was
telling me such beasts are mythical, and couldn't really exist. But it
would make sense, the way it had appeared suddenly in front of me. A shot
from the errant poacher's rifle, and an injured animal was no longer able
to maintain the magic that had made it invisible.
I put my hand on the wound. I could feel the blood gushing out. I put
pressure on the wound, and the flow seemed to slow, perhaps even stop. I
was amazed at how soft the white fur was, at least in the areas not being
sopped by its blood. The instant I touched the animal it flinched. For a
second I thought it might turn on me, and I suspected that its horn could
be lethal, with or without magic. But it seemed to sense that I was
trying to help, and I could feel it slowly relax. Then it spoke to me.
Not with a voice. It was not my ears that heard it speak, but my hands.
Specifically the hand that was pressed against the wound. I clearly felt
its voice through my hand, as amazing as that sounds.
"A man," it said in a clearly female voice, sounding disappointed. "Are
you alone? Is there a girl with you? Or even a woman?"
"No," I replied, speaking. "I am alone. You are hurt. Can I help you?"
"You are helping now," she said.. It could clearly hear and understand my
voice. "But I think you are just delaying my death. Unless there is a
woman near, I cannot be helped. A woman, ideally a virgin, could hold my
horn in one hand, and the wound in the other, and I could feed the power
through her to heal the wound."
"Then let me do it," I said, getting desperate. I wanted so much to see
this beautiful animal live. I reached for her horn, just out of reach. If
she was to just bend her head towards me, I could reach it.
"No," she said sharply. "I cannot be. Of all humans, only a virgin girl
can touch the horn of our people. I could transform a woman into a virgin
with my powers, but you are male. Most women would gladly give up their
age for youth. But a man ...?"
For a moment I said nothing, mulling over an idea. Finally I made a hard
decision. "Could you make me into a virgin? A virgin girl?"
"I could," she said. "But I couldn't make you male again later. That is
magic beyond my powers. If I changed you, you would be a woman for the
rest of your life."
"Do it," I said. "I don't have much left to live for, but if I could save
the life of a unicorn ... well, that would be an accomplishment worth
having lived for. Give me your horn." I could see that she was fading
fast.
She hesitated a moment, and then bent her head towards me. I stretched,
and finally, with an extra effort on both our parts, I was able to grab
the tip of the horn.
I felt the power immediately flowing into me. It swirled around within my
body for a second, then flowed down to my groin, where I could feel my
penis and testicles shrink and retract into my body. I could even feel
the testicles pull back further and further until they were in position.
Then they changed into ovaries. Meanwhile, my penis had become a
clitoris, and a vaginal cavity had formed. I could feel all of it
happening, from the inside, as if I was watching a movie or medical
animation. It was like I was watching an x-ray or ultrasound of my
insides. Then I felt the power shift ... it has spent only two or three
seconds around my groin, and now it moved to my hand pressed against the
wound.
I felt the power flowing out from my fingers and back into the unicorn.
It took only a few seconds before I could feel the wound closing and
healing itself. After another second the wound closed, but not before I
felt something else in my hand. The power stopped, and the unicorn
scrambled to its four feet. I looked at my hand. The blood on it was
gone, and I held a small clump of lead in it. It was the remains of the
bullet that had struck the creature. I dropped it as if it was hot.
She bowed before me, dropping her silver horn nearly to the ground a few
inches from where I still knelt. I scrambled to my feet as she rose her
head and spoke, this time directly into my mind. For the first time I was
able to look directly into her eyes, which seemed deep and knowledgeable.
"I am well," she said. "Thanks only to you. I am lucky you were here, and
were willing to sacrifice yourself as you did. Only a very tall woman
would have been able to reach the wound and my horn at the same time. I
must now finish your transformation.
With that she leaned the long silver horn until it touched my shoulder.
This time, the power felt different somehow. Not so vibrant, and I could
not see the internal changes to my body. I only noticed the first changes
when I noticed that I was now looking up at the unicorn. My height, once
6'2" was over a foot shorter, and my clothes were loose all over as my
body shrunk. Like most elderly people, I had gained a little weight over
the years, but it seemed to fall off my body as my waist got thinner and
thinner.
My eyesight changed, and I had to reach up and take off my glasses. I
could now see perfectly without them. What's more, colors seemed more
vibrant and alive through these eyes. I realized that the color
deficiency I has suffered through all my life was gone, and I was seeing
the world as it really was.
As I took my glasses in my hands, I could see that now my hands were
changing. At first they got smaller, thinner, and more female looking.
Then I saw them get younger looking. The skin tightened, wrinkles and age
spots disappeared, and suddenly the hands of an old man became the hands
of a young woman.
I popped my glasses into a pocket, and felt that my hair was growing,
streaming down my face on either side of my range of vision. I grabbed a
tress, and held it up. No longer grey, it was now a bright blonde color,
and soon was several feet long, ending below my waist.
I was distracted from that by feeling my chest swell. Breasts, I thought.
I'm going to have breasts. And over the next minute or two I could feel
them growing under my jacket. At the same time I could feel my hips
growing. My male butt had been big enough that the growth now didn't
stretch the material. There was more than enough room from when my entire
body had shrunk 20%.
"It is done," she said. "You are now a virgin. Your birthday is the same,
but the year is now 46 years later. You are 19. I will adjust your
clothes ... and other things.
With that I felt my clothing shrink to fit my new body. I felt a bra
develop around my chest, securing my still unseen bosom. Other clothes I
was wearing changed from male to female. It felt strange to have panties
and my jeans so tight around my waist, hips and legs. My boots shrunk
over two inches to a female size 6 from a male size 12 and went from a E
width to AA.
My jacket and shirt both shrunk as well, and I learned that women tend to
wear both of those much tighter than men do. Fianlly a shoulder bag
appeared on my left arm, with a large purse. I had reached into my pants
pocket and took out the glasses I had put there a minute before when the
pants had gotten too tight to hold bulky things in the pocket. As I
dropped them into the purse, I noticed that they were now designer sun
glasses, not prescription lenses.
"You will find a more suitable vehicle where you left yours," the unicorn
said. "You live in the same house, but that is because you inherited it
from an uncle who died a few months ago. He left you all his assets,
which happen to be the things and money that you amassed over the old
part of your life. You are enrolled in the local university, where you
will start classes in a few weeks. You will meet friends, and your life
will be interesting again, as you take your second chance at life."
"Thank you," I said, hearing my new female voice for the first time.
"Will I ever see you again?"
"You may," she said. "Or one of my sisters. There are only a few hundred
of our kind left in all the world, and we hide ourselves most of the
time. Only virgin girls that can see us, and when they do we always warn
them not to tell others about it, so sightings are rare. If you spend a
lot of time in the woods, alone or in the company of only virgin girls,
you may see me or one of my sisters. But only so long as you remain a
virgin. Once you have had sex with a man, then you will no longer be able
to see us."
"I will never have sex," I vowed.
"You will, one day, I hope," she said. "It is natural and normal and
should occur. Right now too much man remains in you, but that will seep
away over time, and you will eventually become attracted to men. However
I give you a gift." A small necklace materialized on her horn, as she
bent it down towards me. I took the necklace, and saw the small charm on
it was a unicorn. On closer inspection, I saw that it was her ... my
unicorn."
"Thank you," I said in a whisper of gratitude, putting the chain around
my neck. "I will treasure this always."
"It is more than a keepsake," she said. "It will protect you. Wear this
and you will never be in danger from a man. It will protect you and your
virginity, until you willing decide to give it up. And even then it will
protect you from being forced sexually. It is very powerful."
"Thank you again," I said. "Will you stay with me a while?"
"No, dear," she said, and I realized with a start that I could see
through her. She was fading as we spoke. "I must go now, to meet others
of my kind, and tell of our encounter. Soon all my sisters will know of
your bravery and sacrifice."
"Please don't go," I cried out, but it was too late. She was gone. I felt
as though something precious had been taken from me. Then I heard a faint
voice.
"Don't cry my darling," she said. "If ever you get down, and worry that
you made a bad decision today, remember that you have saved the life of a
unicorn. The thought will restore you and make you happy." The voice
faded as it spoke, and the last few words were less than a whisper. Even
so I could hear them clearly.
"I saved a unicorn today," I told myself, and to my surprise I did feel
better immediately. And I found that my hearing had been temporarily been
improved, perhaps by listening to the unicorn whispers. I could hear
sounds in the forest miles away. That was when I heard the human voices.
A man. Then another. I could tell the direction, and started walking
towards it. They must be the poachers whose careless shot had nearly
killed the unicorn. They were several miles away, but I could tell that
they were walking at an angle to me. I could hear the river gurgling
beyond them, and realized that they would have to walk along it to the
foot bridge. I headed to the footbridge myself. I got there about an hour
later, and could hear them talking. I stopped at the bridge. I intended
to give them a piece of my mind about poaching.
Then they got into normal hearing distance, making a great racket as they
walked. No wonder they don't hunt fairly, I thought. Making that much
noise they would be hopeless during season. Soon I could see them coming
along the river. One taller, and one shorter.
It was only when they got very close to me that I realized that my plan
might be flawed. All my life I have been bigger and taller than all but a
few people, and therefore I was seldom scared to speak my mind. But as
these guys approached I realized that the tall one was about 6'4" while
his friend was just under 6 feet. And I was only 5'1" and 10 pounds. The
big guy could weigh three times that, and his friend was at least twice
that. And they were carrying loaded rifles. What was I thinking?
"Hello," the shorter one said. "What have we here, Ben?"
"It sure is a purty one, Joe," Ben said. "Ain't it?"
I decided to brave out my plan. "You two are poaching, aren't you," I
said as they walked closer. "It is out of season, and your stray bullets
were going all over the place. One nearly hit me."
"Natter, natter," Joe said. "That's all a woman does. And it isn't what
they are good for. Come give me a kiss, Blondie."
"I'd rather die," I spat out. They both reeked of beer and body odor.
"That's an option," Joe said, grabbing my arm. "But I wasn't askin', I
was tellin'." With that he pulled me close and tried to kiss me. It was
the most disgusting thing I have ever experienced. His breath was bad and
he hadn't shaved in a couple days, causing his bristly stubble to chafe
against my new, softer face. He tried to force his tongue into my mouth,
but I clenched my teeth. Then I made what might have been a big mistake,
bringing my knee up fast between his legs.
He dropped like a rock, and moaned on the ground for a minute or two. I
turned to run, but Ben was able to grab me after a couple of steps. When
I turned around, I saw that Joe had recovered, and was coming at me with
a knife. "Hold her tight, Ben," he said. "Missy needs to learn a lesson."
I tried to fight it, but Ben's arms were like vises. I had no chance
against him. Heck, the male me, in my prime, wouldn't have been able to
get out of his grip, let alone skinny little girl me. I was really scared
now. These guys could kill me, and leave my body hidden here in the
woods. No one would be looking for me ... I was a guy before, and had no
friends. And even if the two didn't get away with it, I'd still be dead.
Joe certainly had death in his eyes as he approached, with the knife out
in front of him. It was also clear that he had other plans for me before
he stuck the knife into me.
"Just a kiss, Blondie. That's all I wanted," he said. "But now I want a
lot more." He unzipped my jacket. The t-shirt under it was a pale blue,
not the checkered flannel shirt I had put on this morning. And I could
see that there was a very ample bosom beneath it. Joe took his knife and
put it to my throat. I gulped in fear, and was glad there no longer was
an Adam's apple on my throat, or it might have been nicked.
Joe reversed the knife and slid it down, slicing my t-shirt nearly to my
waist. It was tight enough that it pulled back to reveal my pink bra,
showing it clearly to the two thugs, who leered widely as they ogled my
new bosom. I gulped again, and then Joe sliced through the bra, causing
it to fall away revealing my naked breasts.
But then, the anger-lust in Joe's face changed. First to confusion, and
then to fear. He dropped the knife, and grabbed his groin. At about that
time Ben let go of me, and I stumbled a few feet away. Ben was also
grasping his groin. Joe, meanwhile, had loosened his belt, dropping his
jeans and pulled down his jockeys. Suddenly I saw what the problem was.
His genitals were female. And apparently, it was a recent event, based on
his reactions. Then he tore off his shirt as well, leaving him naked
except for boots and socks.
Ben had done the same. Then he reached behind himself, screaming "What's
this?" He turned around and I could see that he had a wide flap of skin
over his sternum that was rapidly being covered in hair.
"She's a witch," Joe said. "She turned us into girls and ... I dunno what
... but that looks like a deer's tail." He felt his own rear. "I'm
getting one too!"
I watched as a brown fir grew around the new tails on both the poachers.
It spread around the waist, and then up their chests. When it reached
their arms, they fell on all fours. Joe looked like he wanted to say
something else, but when he tried he found that he could only make a
whining sound.
His face distorted, with his chin and nose elongating into a snout and
his eyes sliding around to the side of his head. Slowly it became
apparent that he had been transformed into a white tailed deer. A doe.
Meanwhile, Ben had also changed, but remained bigger, and it soon became
apparent that he was now a cow elk. Both were standing with their rear
legs in the men's boots, and once their feet had transformed into hooves,
they neatly stepped out of the boots. The doe still had one red sock on
her foot for a few steps, until it fell off. That seemed to signal
another change, as all the clothing strewn around the area faded and
disappeared, along with the guns and packs the men had carried. I looked
down, and saw that my bra was growing back together, and the gash in my
t-shirt was healing itself.
When I looked up at the animals, they both turned and bolted, heading
different directions into the wood. I looked down at my new chain, and
picked up the charm. "Thank you again my friend," I said to it.
It replied: "You did well. They will have a few weeks to learn the ways
of the wilds. Then they will face two weeks of fear in hunting season,
and an entire winter of trying to survive from hunger and the wolves. If
they make it to spring, they will get to experience the rut. I bet you'll
be virgin longer than they are, if they survive."
I looked down and saw the knife, sticking point first in the dirt. For
some reason it hadn't disappeared.
"Pick it up," the unicorn said. "I didn't want to have to take more from
you, but when the chance came to pay those ... creatures ... back, I felt
I had to take it. I am sorry they violated you. Normally, when you are
going into trouble like that, I will warn you. Don't worry, none but you
can hear my voice. But I suppressed the warning this time to allow them
to get close and to assault you. Only then could I get my revenge.
"Pick up the knife, and put it in your purse. It will become magical, and
will disappear, only to reappear when you need it. Like all other things,
it will remain magical only so long as you remain a virgin. Again, I say
farewell."
"Farewell," I said, knowing that there was no chance of me convincing her
to continue talking once she had said her piece. I bent over and picked
up the knife. I could feel unicorn power emanating from it, ever so
slightly. I dropped it into my purse, and it disappeared immediately.
With that I turned and headed back to the road, satisfied that the
poachers had gotten their just rewards, and wondering at the power in the
necklace around my neck and in the knife in my bag. At the road I looked
for my green Buick, but in its place was a sporty red Sunfire coupe. I
slid into the seat, finding that it was set for my new height and size. I
pulled the shoulder strap across, wondering if I would ever get used to
the two breasts that the belt now bisected. I drove carefully home
knowing that I didn't need any further incidents that day.
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Should we continue? This is the first story I've written where the
protagonist hasn't seen her new body before the end (though she did get a
glimpse at her breasts). The story could take her to university, where
she will try to vie with the pressures of collegiate sex vs. her desire
to remain virgin in hopes of seeing the unicorn again.
Let me know in the comments section.
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