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After reading the story In the Pink by Argus, I decided to write
something myself along those lines. I hope to make this an ongoing
series if I see enough interest in it. I had a lot of fun writing this,
so I hope people do || I'd like to thank Argus for letting me sponge,
and I'd like to thank my friend Car2nage for helping me write this. If
you have any questions, my email is [email protected]
The Fall of Autumnsville: Chapter 1
"There are about two more boxes. Think you can handle them bud?"
Mitchell Harvey was exhausted after a full day of hefting furniture and
boxes. His back was aching and his muscles were practically made out of
jelly. He had to take a break - maybe even close his eyes for a minute.
Oh how he desperately wanted a nap, but he knew he'd never get anything
done if that happened. Still, he plopped his butt on his sofa and
laughed in his exhaustion. He was finally moving up in the world. After
banging his head against books for most of his life, at the age of
twenty-five he was ready to become a man. He used to be a broke college
student living off of pitiful financial aid checks and the tiny
allowance his parents threw him every month, but with his Masters degree
in Information Technology he had caught a job working for the biggest
law firm in the area. That wasn't saying much in this small suburban
town they called Autumnsville, but who could refuse the high five figure
salary they were willing to give him right out of grad school in this
economy? He would have been crazy to turn the job offer down. They even
offered him a nice bonus so he could find a place to live that was close
to work.
"Hey! Where do you want me to put these?" a low voice asked from the
doorway to the living room. His face was obscured by the large cardboard
boxes, and just like Mitchell was a moment ago, he seemed to be
struggling not to keel over with all of those boxes he was juggling.
"Just set them down wherever. I'll have to start unpacking in a little
while anyway," Mitchell groaned and then started laughing as the pain of
his muscles reminded him that this wasn't going to be an easy task.
Thank God for Kevin Jones though. Moving would have been way worse
without his college pal. The tall, black man looked just as beat as
Mitchell, and after throwing the boxes down, he stumbled and fell into
the spot right next to him about to pass out from the massive job of
moving his friend into his new place.
"Next time, think about investing in a moving company. Better yet, make
some more friends like me. How about that?" Kevin joked, mussing up his
friend's light blonde, curly hair.
Mitchell just rolled his eyes and looked around. This was a nice house!
It was only a rental, but still! He found the ad about it on Craig's
List. For Half a grand a month, he was getting a three bedroom; 2 bath
house with a big backyard and quiet neighbors. It was a little old
fashioned looking, but who could argue with that price? When he asked
the land lord about it, the man just shrugged and said that no one in
the area wanted to take the house just because there were ghost stories
associated with it or something like that. Apparently people hear weird
things in this house or something like that. As if he was going to
believe that nonsense!
"Anyway, it's three in the afternoon," Mitchell sighed, adjusting
himself so that he could hop up in a moment. "I don't know about you,
but I'm hungry. Here's an idea. How about you take the car and go get us
some chow while I start unpacking. Sound good to you?"
"Hey, as long as you're paying, I'm cool with it. Wallet is in the glove
compartment right?"
"Yeah. I don't care what you get. It just has to be edible." Mitchell
gave his friend a weak low-five as he got up and left him. He, himself,
had to strain to get back up. The feeling in his limbs began to return
and he stretched away his stiffness. Time to get back to work!
For the next thirty minutes, Mitchell began unpacking his things. Books
and technical manuals littered the living room floor. He had a stack of
linen that his mom had given him sitting in a corner. His game consoles
were now resting on his couch without a home. There was just so much
stuff to deal with. He didn't know where to begin... "Well maybe those
extra bed sheets and towels can go into the hall closet," he thought
aloud, bending over to pick up the stack of linen. It obscured his
vision, and he had to be careful not to trip on any books or boxes that
might be in his way. He took it slowly.
Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Righ-
Something caught his foot as he entered the hallway that made him trip
and stumble. A few towels fell from the top of the stack, but he was
able to regain his balance quick and easily. "The hell...?" he muttered,
putting the sheets down to see what had tripped him. Sticking out of the
hard wood floor was a curved handle. "That's new..." He didn't recall that
being there a minute ago. He touched it and found that it was on a
swivel. It could be pushed right back into the floor and could blend in
almost perfectly. Curiosity got the best of him, and he just had to pull
on it.
The sound of old metal being put to use after years of neglect filled
the room with its obnoxious screeching. It took all of Mitchell's
strength to pull it up, and the prize was well worth it. There, below
the pseudo piece of flooring was a staircase that led underneath the
house. The land lord never said anything about a basement before, and
this wasn't on the plans for the house. Maybe this was one of those
secret store rooms that he had read about in old detective stories. He
grinned at the prospect that he might have found some sort of hidden
treasure or something along those lines.
He quickly ran into the living room and grabbed a flashlight from one of
his boxes and ventured down into the abyss of this strange basement.
There was this old mucky smell mixed with mothballs and dust. It was
very warm under the house, and he could feel sweat forming on his
eyebrow. "When was the last time someone came down here?" he wondered,
shining his light around to get a good look at his surroundings. Cobwebs
and a thick layer of dust covered everything so finely that he could
barely tell what anything was! There was a few crates over to one side
of the room stacked on top of each other unceremoniously. A vanity with
a number of old letters stuck between the frame sat right next to it
along with a vase of what could have once been roses. Looking around
more, Mitchell found a few mannequins shoved in a corner. There were
three in total. Each one had a different ensemble, all tailored for a
female form. One in particular caught his eye.
It was a black steel-boned corset with an intricate design sewed into
its stiff fabric. Vines wound around beautiful red rosebuds. Attached to
the bottom of the corset was a matching black skirt made out of the
softest lace. It was extremely short, like a mini skirt, and left much
of the upper calf exposed. Even after all these years, it retained its
original colors and looked brand new, as if it had never been worn.
Mitchell felt irresistibly drawn to it, like it was calling out to him.
He had never had a clothing attraction like this before. He licked his
lips and took the lace of the skirt in-between his fingers and he had to
jump backwards, wide eyed and in shock. It felt like he had been zapped
with a cattle prod. It was painful, but there was something alluring in
that pain. He looked at the mannequin again and at once knew that this
thing was dangerous. It just didn't feel right to be down here anymore.
Slowly but surely, he left the basement. If he had stayed, maybe he
would have heard the manic giggling in the darkness and the simple
phrase:
"He'll be back..."
No sooner had he closed the door to the basement did Kevin enter with
bags full of Chinese takeout. He looked around and saw that there were
maybe three boxes unpacked with a variety of items scattered everywhere.
"Should have known. What were you doin' man? Exploring? You look all
kinds of dusty..."
"Oh... Yeah. There was this... The closet was just really dusty, so you
know. Had to clean it." Mitchell mumbled, stumbling over his sentences.
Kevin just shook his head and cleared a space for the tow of them to eat
on the ground. They sat there and chatted for the longest time, but
Kevin didn't have his full attention. He kept hearing something. He
didn't know what though. It was too light to make out and came from
everywhere at once. Did it have something to do with what he found below
the house? It had to have been his imagination. He was probably just
tired.
Finished eating, the two of them started unpacking and setting up
bookshelves. Everything had a place somewhere, and by the time the two
were finished, it was eleven at night. By then the two were exhausted.
Neither thought it would take them this long for this short of a job,
but that was an understatement, and now Kevin was stuck sleeping over.
He lived at least four hours away from here with his fianc?e.
"Yeah, love you too baby. I'll call you as soon as I'm on the road.
Yeah, I know. Don't worry; Mitchell will be fine up here by himself. Ha!
I'll let him know. Night~" Mitchell, Sharron, and Kevin had been great
friends in college. Sharron and Kevin met Mitchell through a mutual
friend, and the three had become very close over the years.
"Sharon shouldn't be too worried about me," Mitchell said as he set up
the bed in the guestroom right next to his own. "I do well enough alone
as I do well enough around people." He grinned as he tossed a couple
pillows on the bed, about ready to leave Kevin so he could get some
shuteye himself. "Besides, if I get really lonely, you guys are only a
hop and a skip away."
Kevin nodded before he jumped on the bed. "Yeah, you're practically
family. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to get some sleep. Not looking
forward to that four hour drive back home..."
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It was nearly twelve at night when Mitchel fell asleep. His body was
exhausted and his little zap below the house hadn't helped. He fell
asleep as soon as his head hit his own pillow with no idea that he was
being watched by something or someone.
He was the one. The spirit of the house just knew the instant he touched
that piece of clothing. It had been waiting for someone like him for
quite some time, and it would be damned if he got away from it now.
A smoky wisp entered his room, eerily floating in the air. Like a
missile, it honed in on Mitchell's body, and the moment he breathed in,
it entered his body filled with devious intentions as it possessed him.
His eyes remained closed, but like a sleep walker, he got out of bed and
left the room, heading to the one place he didn't want to return to any
time soon - the basement.
When he ventured down there this time, he didn't need a flashlight. An
eerie blue light from the vanity bulbs illuminated everything -
including that cursed ensemble that was just beckoning to be put on. It
made the spirit lick its lips. For the first time in decades, it would
be able to live again - maybe not as it once was, but anything was
better than just being a spirit.
At once, the spirit in Mitchell's body grabbed a hold of the skirt, and
instead of the pain from before, he felt euphoria like he had never
experienced before flow through him. It sent tingles up his spine, and
the telltale bulge of an erection could be seen poking out of the leg of
his boxers. This was a weird feeling for the spirit in control, and it
lightly stroked the appendage underneath the cloth. "So this is what
being a male feels like down here..." it whispered out of the man's mouth.
The entity walked over to the vanity and looked in the mirror to become
better acquainted with the body it had now possessed. In the dim, blue
light, it was able to make out a handsome, though average looking young
man who was naked aside from his boxers. It couldn't help but smile at
the bulge poking out towards the mirror. Out of curiosity and with a
hint of narcissistic lust, the spirit forced Mitchell to slide out the
underwear, only to be a little disappointed when it found his manhood
every bit as average as the person it was attached to. "Pity, it looked
so much bigger underneath the boxers... Oh well."
It directed Mitchell's body back to mannequins, looking over the
numerous outfits and costumes. "Hmmm, what shall I wear first?" The
spirit cast her host's eyes over the black skirt/corset combo it had
touched only a few minutes earlier, reaching out and grabbing the silky
skirt. The same euphoria that had gripped it before flowed through
Mitchell's body once again. Little shocks of pleasure ran down
Mitchell's spine to his erection and back again. "This should do just
fine..." It said as it pulled the outfit away from the mannequin and began
lacing the garment up.
It fit as well as one would expect. The corset had been made for someone
much smaller than Mitchell and the curves meant to accentuate a feminine
figure squeezed down tightly on his waist, making it hard to breathe.
The odd fit wouldn't last long, however, as the vine pattern sowed into
it began to glow with the same eerie hue as the vanity. The spirit was
suddenly hit with a wave of bliss unlike anything it had ever felt
before, causing Mitchell to fall to the ground, writhing in ecstasy.
Perspiration formed all over his body as it suddenly began to change
shape.
To anyone watching, the transformation would've looked absolutely
horrific, as if the pain experienced by the one going through it
would've been enough to drive them mad. Yet throughout all this, the
spirit and its host felt nothing but euphoric pleasure. The sickening
snaps and crunches of bones reshaping themselves echoed throughout the
underground room as Mitchell's body shrank. His hips flared out into a
feminine shape while his waist and chest began to conform to the shape
of the corset. Body hair fell off, his skin becoming smooth and
delicate. His facial structure changed as his cheekbones rose, his nose
became small and pert, and his jaw rounded to give a heart-shaped look.
Further additions came in the form of larger eyes, smaller eyebrows, and
his lips become full and plump. His chest expanded into a pair of DD
breasts, while the finishing touches on his, or rather her, hips and
butt were made as they became round and curvy. Mitchell's short hair
shot out to form long, wavy black locks. But the most pleasure was to
come from the creation of a new set of sexual organs as Mitchell's
testicles shrank back in to her body and a slit appeared in their place,
forming into a full vagina. The spirit screamed in ecstasy through
Mitchell's transformed lips, the voice leaving them now totally
feminine.
She must've blacked out, she thought, because when she reopened her eyes
the design on the corset was no longer glowing. She brought a hand up to
see if the transformation had really occurred. Sure enough, the long,
delicate fingers she was looking at contrasted the large, manly hands
that had been their earlier. Slowly, the spirit made Mitchell's newly
transformed body get up and walk over to a full length mirror to take a
better look.
Long dark tresses framed a smooth, angelic face with a small beauty mark
on the left cheek. A pair of bright red eyes under a hood of long
eyelashes stared back at her as her plump, pouty lips curled into a
smile. Her hands ran across her curvaceous body, lovingly touching
smooth, pale skin that she'd not seen for so long. 'Looks like he kept
his side of the bargain...' she thought.
As her eyes moved down her body, she noticed something that shouldn't
normally be on a woman's body. A flaccid 8in. long cock dangled between
her legs, just over the lips of her pussy. When she'd made that deal all
those years ago, she hadn't asked for this. She cocked an eyebrow and
took the member in her soft hand and rubbed it along its length
experimentally. Sure enough, she felt a wonderful shiver of pleasure as
she stroked it and within moments, it had hardened to a solid 12in. in
length.
A cheerful giggle sounded from her as she quickly realized she was
jerking herself off, just as she had done with so many women's husbands
all those years ago. She then wanted to make sure that all her features
were functional and moved her other hand to her pussy, pushing two
fingers in. A heated moan escaped her lips as she felt herself quickly
building to orgasm. Then, she felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck
her sending a huge shock of pleasure from her groin up her spine and
throughout her body. She shivered and tensed as cum shot out from her
cock onto the mirror. Her legs lost their strength and she collapsed as
her orgasm subsided. As she basked in the afterglow, she couldn't help
but feel wonderfully excited for what was to come. She started giggling
again, building into full on maniacal laughter as she realized that she
was back in business. Bunny Moran had returned.
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