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I stepped through the doorway from the mall into the cluttered shop. Not
believing it to be real I let go of the old wooden door which closed
behind me once again ringing the bell that had first sounded when I'd
opened the door. It couldn't be real. This place only existed in stories
on the internet. But here I was in a store that could only be Spells-R-
Us.
All of the details mentioned in the stories I'd read were there: wooden
door, in place of another store in a mall, bigger on the inside, dust on
the eclectic merchandise, the old man wearing a bathrobe standing right
beside me, costumes along one wall, oddly labeled potions sitting on
shelves, wait... old man wearing a bathrobe standing right beside me?
"Hello John," the Man, whom I knew to be the Wizard said to me.
Despite knowing that he was likely to call me by my name it was still
rather surprising. "How did you know... oh never mind I already know how.
What I should really be asking is why. Why am I in your shop?"
"Because you were meant to be here of course. Don't tell me there is
nothing I can do for you."
"Look I know what you like to do around here and it isn't going to work
on me buddy. I have no real desire to be turned into a girl."
"Oh come now John, it's not like that's the only thing I do."
"Really? What else do you do then?"
"Well I turn some of my clients into women to you know. And every now and
then somebody needs to learn a lesson and something more dramatic is
called for."
"How is turning you clients into women any different than turning them
into girls?"
"Well in truth there is very little difference other than the age thing.
But I'm sure you aren't here to talk semantics are you? I know you have
some idea about what is likely to result from your entrance to my shop
and let me assure you that absolutely nothing will be done to you without
your explicit consent."
"So you're going to sell me something that will sound like a great deal
at the time and then try to trick me, either directly or through omission
into turning myself into a woman?"
"You know I'm really starting to regret the part I had to play in the
creation of the internet. Too many people come in here knowing what to
expect and ruining the surprise and the fun for everyone."
"Sorry," I apologized looking down at my feet. Perhaps I was being too
hard on the guy after all in all of the stories I'd read about him he had
never outright lied to anyone. Maybe he was incapable of lying?
"Oh believe me I can lie if I want to, but it does spoil most of the fun.
I'm getting tired of this long dialog, so let's get down to business: you
give me the $14.78 in your pocket and I'll give you what you've always
wanted: a real date with your best friend Mark. You are gay right? And he
most certainly isn't, am I correct?"
"That's right I am, he is and I've already told you that I don't really
want to be turned in to a girl."
"Well what if I told you that this costume," he said pulling what looked
like a shirt box from behind his back, "would only make you look like a
girl? Not a single thing about your body would actually change, unless
you willed it to."
"What's the catch? Does it make me look like a girl forever even after I
take it off? Or maybe it turns me into a slut? Or a bimbo?"
"Oh no nothing like that. The only catch is that if you do decide to
change all the way into a girl it will be permanent."
"All the way? You mean I could use it to only change part way into a
girl? Then what?"
"Geeze you ask too many questions. Pay attention because I'm only going
to say this once. You put it on, you look like a girl. You will something
to change and that part of your body will change to actually be what it
looks like to everybody else. You can take the costume off anytime you
like and your normal appearance and body will return unless you have
turned all the way into the girl that you look like with the costume on.
Now give me the money and go away, you're upsetting my ulcer."
"But what about the date with Mark you promised me?" I asked while
handing him all of the cash I had on me.
"It will all be taken care of as soon as you put the costume on. Now
please go away."
From the stories I'd always pictured the wizard as being a kind, though
high mischievous, old man. This guy was kind of a jerk. An annoyed humph
came from the old man tucking the money I had given him into the nearly
empty cash draw of the register sitting on one counter. I realized that
he could probably still read my thoughts so I quickly scampered out the
door.
***
At home the first thing I did was open the box that the Wizard had sold
me. Inside was a little black cocktail dress. I unfolded it and held it
up to get a better look at it. One of the first things I noticed was that
there were breast forms built into the dress. I guess that made sense
since I didn't have anything of my own to fill those cups.
No time like the present I guess to try it out. With great trepidation I
undressed, folding my clothes neatly and stacking them on the bed, before
sliding into the dress. I felt foolish standing there in my bedroom
wearing a dress. I was gay not a crossdresser and this felt so wrong.
I didn't feel any different and was about to take the dress off when I
realized that of course I wouldn't feel anything: I hadn't changed. At
this point everything was supposed to be an illusion.
I quickly went into my bathroom to look at myself in the mirror, fully
prepared to see my normal looking self wearing the black dress.
The woman I saw in the mirror surprised me, not just because I'd never
seen a woman in the mirror before, but because she, that is I, was
incredibly beautiful. I may not be attracted to women myself, but I knew
that any straight man would give his left testicle to spend the night
with me looking like this.
I had just begun to explore the image in the mirror with my eyes when my
phone rang. I ran back to my bedroom to grab it. Looking at the caller ID
I saw that it was Mark calling.
I was hesitant but answered by the third ring. "Hello?" I asked timidly.
"Jen? Honey are you feeling okay? You sound funny."
The concern in Mark's voice was touching. I almost said I was fine when I
realized that he had called me 'Jen'. He thought I was a woman but I'd
answered the phone using my normal 'John' voice.
'Crap I hope this works the way I think it does,' I thought while
concentrating on changing my voice, and nothing but my voice, to be that
of the woman I looked like at the moment. I felt a slight tickle in my
throat and hoped it had worked. "I'm okay just had something caught in my
throat," I said in a much different voice than the one I'd answered the
phone with.
"You're not getting sick are you? If you are I can cancel our date for
tonight," he said still sounding concerned.
"Don't you dare," I said then laughed. "I'm fine and I wouldn't miss my
date tonight with you for anything in the world."
"So I'll see you in an hour then?"
"I'll be waiting," I said trying to make myself sound even sexier.
After we hung up I went back to the box hoping to find some shoes. I was
in luck it seemed, because inside I found a pair of low heel black pumps
that matched my dress perfectly. I was glad they weren't something really
high and awkward to walk in. After all I had no idea how to walk in heels
and I didn't want to embarrass myself by falling down all night long.
I also found a small clutch purse in the box that I tucked my wallet
into. A quick thought had me pulling it back out to check the drivers
license. It had my new first name 'Jennifer' but the same last name and
birthdate. I guess I was the woman I would have grown up into if I'd been
born a girl. I also noticed that the box for sex now had an F in it for
female. I almost laughed aloud at that, since despite appearances I was
still a man, a fact that I checked by grabbing my penis which remained
right where it had been my entire life.
Mark was right on time and he'd brought me flowers. Well one flower: a
red rose with its thorns removed, which he tucked behind my right ear
after brushing illusionary hair out of the way. I'm not sure why but I
wanted to feel his hand running through my hair so I willed it to be real
and suddenly I felt a weight pulling from my scalp where there never had
been one before.
He kissed me before we even turned toward his car. I felt a tingle in my
lips and realized that I'd accidentally willed my lips and perhaps my
whole face to be those of 'Jen'. We went to a movie that I could remember
a single thing about since I was concentrating solely on Mark's arm
resting lightly on my shoulders.
Dinner after the movie passed with few words exchanged but lots of long
gazes of desire from both of us.
After dinner Mark suggested a drive through the country, to which I
eagerly agreed since I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible,
in case I never got another chance.
I was slightly disappointed when we ended up on top of the hill
overlooking the town below, not because I didn't want this lovers lane to
live up to its name, but because of the lack of originality on Mark's
part. The feeling of disappointment quickly passed when he slid his arm
around my shoulders again and drew me across the bench seat to his side.
We sat staring at the lights below for several minute. As if some silent
signal had been given we turned as one to look into each other's eyes for
a brief second before pressing our lips together in a passionate kiss
that stole our breaths away.
I was so deeply engrossed in the kiss that it didn't notice at first that
Mark had been caressing my 'breasts'. Oh God how I wished I could feel
his hands touching me. Suddenly I could feel everything that his hands
were doing, everywhere they were touching and the pleasure it was
bringing me.
I rubbed his hard flat chest feeling the muscles rippling under his skin
becoming more aroused by the second. My hand slid to undo the top few
buttons of his shirt before sliding down his chest an tugged at the
bottom of his shirt, untucking it from his pants. As soon as it was free
I pulled it over his head so that I had unrestricted access to his
magnificently manly chest.
A jolt of pleasure shot through my body when he pinched my diamond hard
nipple. I was still riding the waves of pleasure that pinch had brought
to my body when I discovered that Mark had pulled the shoulder straps of
my dress down revealing my naked breasts. I was a little surprised to
note that the little mole that had been on my chest as a man was still
there now that I had a woman's breasts.
I nearly came in my panties when his tongue first flicked my nipple
before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked it into his warm wet
mouth. The feeling was pleasantly similar to sliding my penis into my
lover though with absolutely no control on my part.
I slid my hand up his powerful well muscled thigh toward his crotch.
before I had gone too far I encountered a hard swelling stretching down
the leg of his pants. I caressed his penis gently through the soft
material of his suit pants. With his first moan I let my hand explore
farther until at last it was at the top of his pants. I skillfully undid
the button and slowly tugged the zipper down.
I was surprised to find that he wasn't wearing any underwear. I wondered
if he never wore any or if this lack was for a special occasion: me.
Either way the lack of underwear gave me unfettered access to his rock
hard manhood. Access which I used to my full advantage pulling it free of
his pants so that I could stroke it.
I felt his hand sliding up the outside of each of my thighs as he sat up
straight leaving my breast be for the moment to return his lips to mine
with more passion than they'd had before.
Mark began tugging at the hem of my dress. At first I was confused by
what he was trying to do until I realized he was trying to take it off. I
quickly put a stop to that since if the dress were removed I would go
back to looking like myself and the least that could happen was the date
would be over. Luckily Mark didn't protest when I told him I was cold and
would rather keep it on.
I was shock, pleasantly, when he gave a quick heave and lifted me onto
his lap. Actually I was straddling him I realized as I felt his penis
being pressed flat between the cheeks of my butt. My butt, which I'd
changed to be identical to 'Jens' when his hands had first started their
caressing there.
Oh God, I'd let this go too far. I was going to be found out. Any second
now he would realize that the object pressing into his lower abdomen was
a penis. He wouldn't be able to see it but he'd sure feel it.
Maybe if I played my cards right I wouldn't have to give it up. I broke
the lip lock and sat back just far enough that I could focus on his face
and said, "Please Mark. Do one thing for me: do me in the ass tonight.
Please."
"Not this again. Jen I've told you I don't do that shit. It's not going
to happen so please don't bring it up again."
I felt his penis growing softer beneath me and knew what I had to do if I
ever wanted to have sex with Mark. But was I willing to give up my
manhood and everything I'd ever known to be with him? Was it really worth
it? Was he worth it?
'God I hope he is,' I thought as I willed the final change to take place
and bid farewell to my manhood forever.
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