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The Pendant of Choice
By Heather T.
I sat on my bed looking out at the sky. It looked blue enough, I felt
like I could fly. But I knew I couldn't--that it was impossible like so
many other things, like the thought that I could ever be a girl.
Nevertheless, the sheer clarity of the sky compelled me to go outside and
do something. I decided to go biking for a bit, even jumped on my old
trampoline for a while.
My senior year started the next week. My last year of high school, thank
god. My last year of being teased and called a faggot. My desire to be a
girl had manifested somewhat in my behaviour and being in a small town in
the south as I was, these behaviours were unsatifactory. So I was forced
to conceal my real self, the self that screamed for relief. The self that
had a crush on the hottest guy in school. No, not the captain of the
basketball team (though Brian is incredibly hot), his polar opposite.
Zane usually sits with his back in the corner of the cafeteria brooding,
keeping his back covered watching everyone with an amused look on his
face. Not even the girls know how incredibly hot he is. Girls are
forbidden from the gym when the boys have PE. And he doesnt draw
attention to himself. His gorgeous set of rigidly defined abs is a well
guarded secret. I blush every time I think about them.
I couldn't even really look forward to my prom this year because it would
just be another masquerade to hide how I really felt. I wouldn't enjoy it
the way my soul screamed I should be able to. I wanted to be able to get
dolled up and go dress hunting with my best girlfriends to find the one
dress that was absolutely made for me and everything else that makes it
so special. To be able to find the right guy to take me and have that
memory with me for the rest of my life. But I know that won't happen,
that it will be meaningless and that I'll forget it in six months or so.
Finally getting bored with the monotony of jumping on a trampoline, I
tromp my way back inside to listen to some music on my Zune that reflects
the torment of my soul. As I get to my bedroom and open my door, I find
that someone must have been in my room. The door is open, and a shoebox
without any brand on it is lying on my bed. Immediately I go to my
brother Zack.
"Did you sneak into my room when I was outside? If so, you need to work
on it, cause ya left this on my bed. What is it, a bomb?" I glare down at
him. I've told him a million and one times to stay out of my room.
I get no response because he's so totally engrossed in Call of Duty. I
reach behind the tv and unplug the power cord from the 360.
"Dude, what the heck, John!!?" He immediately goes into withdrawals, so I
ask him again quickly.
"What the fuck, you think I know? I been on this damn thing all day, now
plug it back in!!"
Well with him outta my way and my sis at her friend's house, I'm stumped
for how it got there. My parents would have said something if it had been
one of them.
I trudge back to my room to see what the mysterious box contains. It
can't be too much. The box feels like it weighs as much as five feathers.
I pick my room up a little so that if it is a bomb and it goes off, at
least my parents can't yell at me cause my rooms not clean. I'm a little
disappointed at what's inside. I expected to find somehting a little more
exciting. All there is is a simple gold chain with an emerald pendant set
in white gold and a folded up note to go along with it. 'That's weird,' I
muse to myself. 'That's my birthstone.' I write it off as some guy
throwing his girlfriend a suprise gift and getting the address mixed up.
Still, it's here, and I'm perplexed now. I unfold the note and frown as I
find its adressed to me. My frown creases as I read further as I read
what it says.
'This necklace gives you the capacity to choose to fulfill any of your
wildest dreams, but beware, your choices are permanent, and you may only
use the pendant one time. After that, the magic wears off and it becomes
nothing but a piece of jewelry.' The note has some other very fine print,
but I don't bother to read it. If they made it that small it must not be
very important. The basic instructions say that after I put it on, the
choices will begin. As I ponder what that could mean, I find myself
slipping the mysterious trinket on over my head.
Just as I am holding it above my head ready to drop it into place, I hear
my dad calling up to me. "Hey John! Do me a favor will ya? Take out the
trash! Zack says he was the last one to take it out!" I frown at this
because Zack and I both know that's a lie.
Rather than complain, I just get it over with cause that'll be easier for
everyone. "Yes sir, be down in a minute!" I put the pendant in the box
and slide it under my bed, finding myself glad I cleaned out under there
earlier. Hoping the box doesn't disappear like it appeared, I head down
to take out the trash. Lucky me on the way out the door, the bag starts
leaking and I get garbage juices all over me. My nose cringes as I climb
the stairs back up to my room. When I get into my room, I slip outta my
stinky jeans and pull on a pair of pajama pants. Not before glaring in
the mirror at the obviously well sized organ that has kept me from being
me. Then I remember that the pendant is under my bed... I hope...
I find the box and pendant laying right where I left them, much to my
relief. I pull the pendant out and slip it over my head. For a second I
think nothing happened and then I look over to my bedside table. After
putting on the charm, two contrasting items appeared there. One is a
single hand 20 lb dumbbell like you would use for curls. The other is a
simple shade of red lipstick. Guessing at what the two items mean, I pick
up the more feminine of the two, and the dumbbell disappears. I walk over
to my full length mirror and begin to attempt to apply it to my lips. As
I do it I begin to get a feel for it, so I wipe it off and redo it once
I'm confident in my ability to apply it. I take a look in the mirror from
a step back and notice for a second that maybe my lips got just the
slightest bit fuller and more pouty, but I quickly write that off as the
affects of the make-up.
Suddenly I realize that my door is wide open. I hurry to close it since
my parents pretty much respect a closed door as sacred. But I lock it
anyway, because Zack on the other hand, does not.
As I turn back to where my bed is now that I'm reasonably confident in my
security. But just to be safe I go ahead and pull my curtains closed. Who
knows what might go on up here? I notice, while I close the curtains,
that a new item has appeared on my nightstand. A gleaming new silver
compact sits there where I found the lipstick moments ago. This time
strangely I know exactly what to do with this item of makeup. I open it
up and see a color of foundation that matches my skintone perfectly,
though I have no idea how I have this knowledge. I use the small pad that
comes in it, rubbing it around so that it picks up the foundation. I
bring the pad to my face and apply the foundation to the central areas of
my cheekbones and my forehead. I then use a brush to allow the foundation
to lie evenly on my face. I then brush my face with powder so that the
foundation sets. As I look up into the larger mirror to admire my
handiwork, I notice that my face along with my lips have become fuller
and more feminine, but again I write this off as my ability to apply
makeup. I turn around and go back to my bedside table and begin to
expertly apply the rest of the makeup I find there. As I look to see what
effects this had upon me, I notice more drastic changes now. My neck has
become slightly thinner, and my hair has grown out some. It also changed
color. Where my hair was once short enough to spike, it now falls to the
middle of my back. Where my hair was once jet black, my hair is now a
luxurious shiny brunette.
I turn around to see what has shown up now, and see a brush, a ponytail
holder, and a headband. I pick them up and carry them to my dresser by
the mirror and put them down. I pick up the hairbrush and begin to brush
my already silky hair until it gleams. I then begin to braid it expertly
into a thick braid like I've been doing it all my life. I finish it off
with the ponytail holder and place the sheer white headband so that the
ends rest just in front of my ears. I turn to look at myself in the
mirror, and see even more changes have taken place. My waist has slimmed
down quite a bit, my shoulders have become quite thin and I have become
more gangly. My hips have also flared out some, though I wouldn't have
noticed if it weren't my own body. I have also lost quite a bit of muscle
mass.
I leave these items on the dresser and pick up what has just appeared on
the table. I find a bottle of the cutest bright pink nail polish, an all-
in-one fingernail tool, a pair of fingernail clippers, some nail polish
remover, and some cottonballs. I sit down on a chair by my desk and use
the fingernail clippers to trim them up a bit, they've grown way too long
since I last did this. I use the file part of the all-in-one to smooth
out the rough edges. I then use the rounder part to form them to the
desired shape. Satisfied with the results I smooth and buff them using
the tool to get them ready for the polish. I put the polish on one hand
and let it dry completely, resisting the urge to scratch the itch that
has cropped up on my chest, before going to the other hand and doing the
same for two coats. I then pull my knees up to my chest to do my toes. I
use the cotton balls to separate out my toes before beginning to work
with the all-in-one tool. Once I have finished with my toes and the
polish has dried, I walk over and stand before the mirror.
The changes are not minuscule this time. As I look in the mirror, I
reckognize the girl standing before me as myself. My brain tells me this
is correct, but there is still a small part of my brain that tells me it
was once different. For some strange reason I believe it. I realize now
what the itching sensation in my chest was as I was doing my nails. I had
been growing breasts! I pull my shirt off and they fall loose bouncing
around. They have to be a large c cup, unfortunately no bigger though,
but really I'm kind of happy I don't have to bear the curse of d cups.
These are heavy enough as it is. I decide to strip the rest of the way
and feel a surge of disappointment as I realize I still have my dick
which hasn't shrunk in the slightest and now looks ridiculously large
hanging between my smooth, shapely feminine legs. My hips have flared out
quite a bit now and the difference shown would be painfully obvious to
any outside observer. Seeing as how I no longer want or have need of the
meat between my legs, which I am disgusted with myself to find that it
has become erect at my body. Why should it? I see this body everyday, its
nothing new or exciting, just me. I look around for the next item that
would push my tranformation to completion.
I find on the bedside table a pair of sky blue panties and a matching
bra. I look first at the size of the bra. I'm not sulfides to see 38C
printed on the label. I've been that size since sophmore year.
Expectedly, my panty size is size 2. I pull them on and watch in
amazement as my dick and balls shrink and begin to recede into my body.
My breath catches as I feel my insides shift and form a female
reproductive system. I feel my crotch and feel the silky lips of my
vagina. At the touch of my fingers, I begin to become a little turned on.
I feel my nipples become erect as I finger myself. I use my other hand to
reach up and fondle my tits. As I do this I become even more horny and I
begin to feel a dampness in my crotch. My face flushes as I push my
finger in up to the knuckle. I begin to massage my boobs more vigorously
than before. Suddenly I remeber myself and realize I have a vibrated I
bought at an adult store last year without my parents permission,
suddenly very glad I decided to do the unordinary and lock my bedroom
door. Using the vibrater gets me off much quicker and I stifle a moan
that tries to escape my lips as I reach climax and hold it for several
long moments--the longest orgasm I'd felt in my 17 years as a girl. I
went ahead and used a towel to clean myself up rather than take a shower
and ruin my makeup for my date with Brian.
I finished getting dressed, hooking the push-up bra in front and turning
it around to cup my tits, feeling the pressure reduce as it began to
provide them with support. I pulled the panties up and savored the way
they rested on my wide hips. I then pulled on a pair of pale pink
leggings and pulled on my jeans that were faded just right and had holes
in them hugging my figure perfectly, accentuating my curvaceous ass and
showing off the beautiful shape of my legs. I pulled on a bright yellow
top that had a deep v neckline and showed off just the right amount of
cleavage created by the push-up bra, not so much that I looked like a
tramp, but just enough to please Brian. As I slipped on my favorite pair
of black flats and grabbed my purse off the hook on my vanity. I totally
forgot that I had the pendant on, but then I remembered that I hadn't
taken it off since it had been given to me in grandmas will when she
passed away. I felt a constricting in my chest as I thought of grandma. I
pushed those thoughts out of my head.
I was pretty certain that today was gonna be the day that Brian asked me
to go to prom with him. Either way, I was still going to the mall with my
best friend Zaney (her real name is Britney, but i call her Zaney cause i
think she is just a little insane. I turn around as i hear Brian honk the
horn of his brand new corvette--I forgot my zune and my cellphone! Just
then I get a text from Zaney saying that she had a dream that she used to
be a guy and shes a girl now cause I didn't read about a sacrifice I had
to make on some magic pendant that looked like the one grandma gave me. I
texted back 'weird, I had the same dream. Wonder what it means?' but I
pushed that thought out of my mind to, I'd always been Jenny and that was
good enough for me.
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