Damsel In Distress
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"Damsel In Distress" by Marcher Watt
**This is my first attempt at writing a story. I've been meaning to for a
while but now that I'm confined to bed with the flu for a few days, I
thought I might as well get cracking. I'd love to hear any feedback you
might have. If people are interested, I have the rest of the story mapped
out in my head, so I could write the next part. **
"Be sure to wear something sexy for me," I whispered into the phone. "You
don't have to worry about that," she breathed back. Rachel was everything
my wife Sara was not. She was petite, only just tipping 5'2" tall in her
highest heels, and she had such a beautiful body it was no wonder she
loved dressing to show it off. We had worked in the same office years ago
and, since a chance meeting in a bar on my birthday a couple of months
ago, we'd been meeting up a couple of times a week for drinks. This week
we were taking a trip to another town together where we'd spend a couple
of nights in a nice hotel and would be taking our relationship to the
next level.
As we said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone, I glanced around the
office. It made me nervous calling her from work but I always tried to
avoid using my own mobile phone to talk to her. I paid for all bar and
restaurant bills with cash. The last thing I wanted was for Sara to
stumble across some receipt or entry on our bank statement. She wasn't
above looking through my phone from time to time either. I couldn't
really take the moral high ground over that one - I obviously couldn't be
trusted, could I?
It's not that I didn't love my wife or found her unattractive at all. I
just felt that we had less in common than I'd initially realised. I'd
always kind of humoured her funny little hobby - she said she was a white
witch. A Wiccan. At first I'd found it charming - but later I always
found myself cringing whenever she brought it up in front of my friends.
But she was a beautiful woman. She was also very strong-willed,
independent and rather tall for a woman at just under 6 feet tall. I'm
about 6'2" so wearing heels always made her just a little taller than me,
which she really didn't like. Said it made her feel like "some kind of
freak" so she mainly stuck to wearing flats. I guess I wanted to feel
more like she needed me than she did. I'm a sucker for a damsel in
distress and, to be honest, Sara could probably hold her own in a fist
fight without me having to step in. Rachel, on the other hand, was such a
tiny little thing. "Small but perfectly formed" was how she described
herself - pretty accurately, it has to be said. She had beautiful big
brown eyes and I always thought she bore a close resemblance to Zooey
Deschanel. How could I resist? As long as we were careful, nobody would
get hurt.
We'd chosen a nice hotel in a nearby city where we'd be spending two
nights. It wasn't unusual for me to stay overnight on business trips so I
didn't have to worry about an alibi. Rachel was picking me up after work
and I couldn't think about anything else through the day. I daydreamed
about her as I idly flicked between spreadsheets, pretending to look
busy.
I still couldn't believe someone so pretty would want anything to do with
me. I'd always had a thing for her when we'd been colleagues but never
thought to ask her out. When we ran into each other in February she'd had
a couple of drinks and blurted out that she'd had a crush on me too. At
first I hadn't acted on it. I didn't want to cheat on my wife. But I
found myself sending flirty texts to her whenever I'd had a couple of
drinks and before long we were meeting up pretty regularly. I just wish
I'd known how she felt before I'd met Sara.
Five o'clock finally rolled around and after wishing people a good
weekend, I left the office and crossed the street to Rachel's waiting
car. Even before I opened the passenger door I could see her beautiful
legs. She was wearing a very short red dress, which had ridden up a
little to reveal the tops of her black stockings. My eyes followed them
down to the floor to a pair of black stilettos that MUST have been
dangerous to drive in. I loved the way they made her tiny feet look even
smaller. I opened the door and got in.
"Sexy enough for you?" she said softly, smiling. "Oh, hell yeah," I
replied. I took a moment to take her in a little more. She had on a short
black leather jacket I hadn't seen before. Her make-up was perfect as
usual and her long brown wavy hair fell lightly onto her shoulders and
down to her cleavage. For somebody so petite, she sure wasn't lacking in
that department. "Shall we dance?" she said, breaking the silence and
clearly enjoying the effect her body was having on me. She put her little
foot down and we were on our way...
We didn't talk that much on the journey. It wasn't far to the next city
and the silence helped heighten the feelings of sexual tension between
us. In little under half an hour we'd be alone, finally free to do as we
pleased with each other. I just closed my eyes and listened to the radio,
occasionally having a quick glimpse at her legs. She caught me looking
most times I did it - which was my intention, of course. I was convinced
she'd see my heart beating through my shirt!
We arrived at the hotel easily, thanks to the sat-nav, and drove up the
gravel drive to the grand entrance. "Swanky," she said, smiling, "let's
check in!" After signing the book and filling in a form, we were handed
the keys to our room and led upstairs by a young man in a smart uniform.
Even though nobody in this town knew us, it all felt so sordid. I have to
admit I got a thrill from that. After tipping the guy, he left us -
completely alone for the first time. I turned around to face her. She was
bending over, taking some things out of her case. I walked up to her and
ran my hand slowly up her leg. It glid along her smooth stocking and up
to her bare thigh. I lifted her skirt enough just to see a cute little
tattoo on her ass. There was something I found really sexy about it.
She spun around and wrapped her arms around me. "I've waited for this so
long," she whispered and kissed me. Our tongues intertwined and our hands
explored each other's bodies, at first tenderly but gradually more
frantically until we began to tear off each other's clothes and fell back
onto the huge four-poster bed. We made love passionately - more so than I
had ever done before. The build of up tension had heightened our feelings
massively and we both came together within minutes. I wasn't ashamed - I
knew I was capable of lasting a long time. It's always nice when the
first time happens quickly though - kind of a compliment.
I held her in my arms while she laid there with her eyes closed. Her
naked body was truly beautiful. I ran my lightly stroked her stomach and
circled her nipples with my finger. She smiled without opening her eyes
and turned to put her arm around me. It had been a long day and we were
both pretty exhausted. We had time to take a nap before getting ready for
dinner. I closed my eyes with a smile on my face and drifted happily to
sleep.
It was dark when I finally woke up. I guess we'd been a little more tired
than we'd realised. I only woke because my arm had gone to sleep with
Rachel lying on it. Pretty weird - she can't have weighed that much. I
tried to lift her off but found that she was too heavy. I tried again but
she wasn't going to budge. I leaned across to wake her up with a light
kiss and that's when I noticed something was definitely wrong! I felt a
scratchy sensation on my mouth - like a toothbrush. What the fuck was
that? The kiss must have woken her as she began to move. "Hey, how long
did we..." Suddenly she stopped talking and her hands shot up to her
mouth. Then she really screamed. Well, it was kind of a scream. Her voice
was so deep - like mine! And she'd just realised she had a few days'
worth of stubble on her face. "What the fuck!?" she bellowed, "turn on
the light!" I fumbled above for the light switch above the bed. It seemed
much higher than I remember but I eventually found it and flipped it on.
As my eyes adjusted to the light I could not believe what I saw. We both
stared at each other, open-mouthed for a few seconds.
I could recognise Rachel but she had changed horribly. She was enormous!
Her feet not reached the end of the bed. And she had my fucking beard! I
recognised it from the small bald patch on my cheek where I had a scar
and on which no whickers ever grew. In fact, she didn't just have my
beard, I realised as my eyes looked slowly down her body - she had all my
body hair. Her features were still the same, her breasts were still
there, she still had her vagina - although not nearly as neatly manicured
as before. I struggled to take in what lay before me. Her luscious long
brown hair was gone, replaced by a shorter style I recognised as my own.
I saw the make-up caked in between the whiskers and sideburns on her
face, the fact her eyebrows had tripled in thickness, her muscular and
hairy arms and legs and her huge hands and feet - still with pink nail
polish. She had a stunned look on her face. I started to talk. "Look, I
don't know..." I paused. My voice sounded tiny and was trembling. I had
Rachel's fucking voice! She began to cry. It sounded so weird to hear her
manly sobbing. I looked down at my own body. It was so tiny, slender and
hairless. I felt like a child. My hands and feet were so small. I needed
to see this for myself. I started to get up but she suddenly reached out
and grabbed my arm, her huge hand closing all the way around it. "Where
are you going?" she boomed, "you can't leave me like this!" She pulled me
back and I practically flew across the bed. She was really hurting my
arm. I began to feel a little scared. "Relax," I stammered and cleared my
throat, "I'm just going to the mirror." "I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't
mean to hurt you." She began to cry again but released my arm.
I slowly got up and moved towards the mirror. The room now seemed so much
bigger. The mirror told me pretty much what I could have guessed. My
hairless face was framed by Rachel's beautiful hair. I looked pre-
pubescent, except for the tiny neat patch of hair above my penis. I
looked closer at my face and drew my hand up to touch it. It was so soft
and smooth. My eyebrows were neatly plucked into a delicate arch. I
looked like a girl. An ugly girl with no boobs and a penis - but a girl.
"My tattoo," I heard from behind me. "You have my tattoo". I turned in
the mirror and looked over my shoulder. Sure enough, there it was - a
small rose on my left cheek. I ran my fingers over it. It had been there
a while. "Look, Rachel, this just isn't possible. I mean, have you ever
even heard of something like this happening before?" Of course she
hadn't. This was real life - not a lame 80s movie. "I'm scared. I don't
know what's going on," she whispered, tears still in her eyes. She
shifted across the bed and started to get up. When she stood up I had to
crane my neck to look at her face. She seemed so tall and... huge! "I
don't know what to do," she said and reached out to hold me. At first I
recoiled a little. It seemed so weird and I wasn't used to people being
over a foot taller than me. She moved towards me again and wrapped her
arms around me. I felt so small and helpless. As her whiskers brushed
against my forehead, I felt like a little boy being hugged by his father.
"We have to get out of here," she suddenly said, "nobody can see us like
this. We can sneak out the patio door while it's dark. We'll go to my
place and try to figure out what's happening." I guess she was right. I
slowly started to pick up some of my clothes she had scattered across the
room just hours earlier. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked,
staring at me, "do you think I'm going to fit into that dress, into those
shoes? YOU'RE going to have to wear them now." My eyes widened. Oh shit,
she was right. She had already started putting on my clothes, even my
underwear. After she'd dressed in my suit, she hardly looked female at
all anymore. There was nothing to set her apart from a guy except for her
still delicate features. "I need to wash this make-up off," she said,
picking up a packet of wipes from her case and walking into the bathroom,
"get dressed while I sort my face out."
I looked around at the clothes strewn across the floor and picked up the
pink knickers. They were all ruffled at the back - I think they were
called French knickers. I'd never paid that much attention before. I slid
them up my smooth legs and over my bottom. They fit fairly loosely in the
back. I guess I didn't have the curves Rachel had. I found the stockings
I'd been admiring so much earlier and sat down on the bed to put them on.
I put my foot into the hole at the top and started to pull them up.
Rachel popped her head out of the bathroom door. "Don't put them on like
that - you're going to ladder them. Roll them up first! Jeez, if men had
to..." Her voice tailed off as she closed the door behind her again.
Doing as she said, I rolled up the stocking, put my tiny foot into it and
rolled it up my leg. God, it actually felt pretty good against by
hairless leg. I felt a strange guilty feeling for enjoying the sensation
but it wasn't like anything I'd experienced before. It felt kind of cold,
but comfortable. It had a weird rubbery material around the inside of the
lacy top which I guessed was to keep it in place. I ran my fingers up my
leg and felt a shiver. I picked up the other stocking and put it on the
same way. I looked down at my legs. They looked kinda weird - not
completely feminine but certainly not completely male. My knees were
kinda knobbly. I hope nobody saw me and realised I was a guy. It was a
fair walk to where we'd parked the car so some contact with other people
was a possibility. I picked up the bra and fastened it back to front
around my waist. I'd seen my wife do it like this. Once the clasp was in
place, I turned it around and then pulled it up to my chest, snapping the
straps over my shoulders. The cups just kinda sagged around my chest. I
don't even know why I'd bothered to put it on, to be honest. I guess I
wasn't really thinking everything through logically at the moment.
I walked over to the bed and picked up Rachel's red dress. I slid it down
over my head and down over my hips. The silky lining felt cold against my
stockings and once again I felt guilty at having felt pleasure in such a
weird situation. I heard the bathroom room door and Rachel stepped out.
She walked over to me and zipped up the back of the dress without saying
anything. I turned around to look at her. Without the make-up she looked
much more like a man. Her skin looked kinda rough and weathered. Like
mine used to. I felt bad for her. She even had the bags under eyes.
Something else looked different. "You have blue eyes?" I asked. "No,
they're brown," she replied, puzzled. She turned to the mirror. "Shit!"
she shouted, "they were brown when I was in the bathroom just now. I
think we're still changing. Look! Yours are brown now!" I rushed to the
mirror and saw that she was right. "Do you think everything's going to
change?" she asked, sadly. It's not as if there was much left to change
anyway. I tried to slowly put my hand between my legs to check everything
was normal there. It was. I picked up her jacket and put it on. "I guess
we should go," I said, perching on the bed to put her shoes on. I stood
up a little wobbly. At least it gave me a couple more inches in height.
Not that that made much of a difference. I took a few steps and almost
fell over. Rachel caught me easily. I was pretty light now, I suppose.
"You have to take shorter steps in heels," she sighed. It seemed she was
doing a lot of whispering. I could understand. She probably felt pretty
weird having my deep, loud voice. "Okay, let's get it over with," she
said.
We slipped through the patio door and made our way around the back of the
hotel along a narrow gravel path. It was pretty wet outside - it must
have been raining while we were sleeping. The wind was cold and I felt it
like never before - up my dress and blowing around my nude thighs. It
felt so unusual. I just tried to ignore it and walked on. "Whoa! Stop
right there," Rachel suddenly shouted. I froze. "You're not going to walk
through that puddle in my ?250 shoes!" I looked around - there wasn't any
way around the puddle. I was just trying to figure out whether I could
jump across it when I felt myself being lifted in the air. She was
carrying me across like a bride being carried over the threshold on her
wedding day. Once again, she'd made me feel weak and helpless. I put my
arms around her neck but couldn't look her in the eye. A couple of young
guys suddenly appeared from around the corner. "Oi, nice stockings,
darling!" one of them shouted. They were clearly drunk. "Give her one
from me, mate!" the other shouted to Rachel, making an obscene gesture as
he and his friend laughed and staggered off. I looked at Rachel. Her eyes
were welling up. "That's it then, isn't it? Nobody's gonna look at me
like a girl again." I couldn't see the appeal of it myself, having just
been ogled like that. She put me down and I immediately pulled my dress
down as far as I could. We got into the car and she started it up. "Do
you mind if we don't talk for the time being," she whispered, not looking
at me, "I just need some time to trying to put this all together in my
mind." She put her hand on my leg - in a comforting way was how she meant
it, I guess. But it felt so good. I was having enough trouble taking all
this in myself. "Okay," I said, "let's get going."
To be continued...
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