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"DAMSEL IN DISTRESS - PART TWO" by Marcher Watt
I guess I must have drifted off for a while, but we were still on the
road when I woke up. Rachel lived a little way outside of town, so I
figured we were about 20 minutes from her place. I looked again at my
little hands, at my legs, at the expensive high-heeled shoes I was
wearing and shook my head. I glanced across at Rachel, her eyes firmly
fixed on the road ahead. She didn't seem to be taking too many looks in
her mirrors. I could understand that. Under the shifting light of all
the street lamps we were passing, her face seemed to be constantly
shifting. I couldn't tell if anything had changed or if it was just an
illusion caused by the moving shadows. Was her nose a little bigger? Did
her jaw seem a little squarer? I looked across to the wing mirror? It
didn't look like anything was much different but it was hard to say for
sure. I adjusted my seat belt a little to get more comfortable and
that's when I noticed something that definitely had changed. The bra I
was wearing wasn't quite as empty as it had been. I didn't want Rachel
to notice the change - she was stressed out enough as it was. I moved my
hand up and pretended to scratch my chest. Shit. Boobs. They weren't as
big as Rachel's had been, but I assumed it was just a matter of time
until they were. My nipples felt bigger and when I brushed over them,
they felt very sensitive - even through the dress and bra I was wearing.
I slowly zipped up my jacket and hoped she didn't see. Wait, if I was
starting to get her boobs, then did that mean..? I tried to focus on the
feeling between my legs - I arched my back a little and felt my penis
shifting. It was still there for now. I looked again at Rachel. Now I
could see her chest was markedly smaller than it had been before. In
fact, it looked like she just had well-developed pectoral muscles. As we
passed a brightly-lit supermarket, I got a better look at her face. She
didn't look like Rachel any longer. Her face had become much harder, her
features less soft. She could have been our own son.
"What?" she suddenly asked. I still wasn't used to hearing that voice
coming from anywhere other than my own mouth. It sounded odd with her
slightly southern accent. She saw me looking at her face and made a
quick glance in the rear view mirror. The colour drained from her face
almost immediately.
"I... I'm sorry," I muttered. "I didn't mean to stare. It's just...
you're really starting to look like me now."
"I'm not the only one," she replied and turned on the light in the car.
"Look." I flipped down the sun-visor and looked at my reflection. My
face was looking much more rounded than before. I put my fingers up to
my lips. They were plump and almost pouting. And my eyes - they looked
so big. I could have passed for Rachel's less-attractive sister. There
were still some remnants of my masculine features - I had my own teeth
and my nose, although noticeably smaller, was still recognisable as my
own. I was starting to look pretty. Jesus, this was all starting to feel
overwhelming.
"Do you mind if I smoke in your car?" It had dawned on me that I had
maybe a few hours until I was completely transformed and I needed
something to help me calm down.
"Go ahead," she replied flatly. "I have bigger things to worry about
than the smell of nicotine." I pushed in the lighter and reached into
Rachel's jacket pocket for my cigarettes.
"Thanks." I waited for the lighter to pop out and leaned forward to
light up. I took a deep drag into my lungs and started coughing
uncontrollably. I thought I was going to throw up. "What the fuck?" I
squeaked in my new little voice.
"Give it here," Rachel said, holding out her hand. She took a puff on
the cigarette and then sighed as she exhaled the smoke. "My lungs. You
must've got my lungs. I've never even tried smoking before. You may as
well have been having your first cigarette." She paused. "Look, I'm
hoping there's a way to reverse this. Would you mind staying away from
cigarettes while you're me? I mean, while we're like this. I don't want
to be... damaged in any way." She took another long drag of the
cigarette like she'd been smoking for years, wound down her window and
tossed it out onto the road.
"Yeah, I understand." I started to wonder if I had all her internal
organs inside me now. My head was smaller, so it followed that my brain
was also smaller than it had been. Would that make any difference to my
intelligence? I don't even know if that's how it worked. I certainly
didn't want to raise the subject to Rachel. I was scared how she might
react to something so blatantly sexist. She could actually hurt me now,
especially since she apparently hadn't quite mastered controlling her
new strength. I returned to thinking about the changes happening inside
me, that I couldn't see or measure. I was going to have glands producing
different hormones. Would that affect the way I thought? The way I
behaved? Shit, could I get pregnant? I mean, I wasn't planning on
sleeping with a man. I had no leanings that way. But just the fact that
it was possible - or soon would be - was pretty terrifying. What if I
started feeling attracted to men? My taste in smoking had already
changed. What if other things changed? Would I like the same foods
still? I tried to think about all the things I cared about in life. I
still felt like watching sport was something I'd want to do. I knew
Rachel hated it. That was good enough for now, I guess.
"We're almost there," Rachel murmured, disrupting my thoughts. We'd
arrived in the village she lived in. I'd never actually been to her home
before. She pulled into a driveway and stopped the car, turning off the
engine and handing me the keys. "You let yourself in the front door,"
she began. "I'm gonna go around the back. My neighbour is the nosiest
cow I've ever met and I'm guessing you don't want her asking about the
man you came home with if you bump into her later." Rachel certainly
seemed to be thinking things through logically since she'd all but
fallen apart at the hotel. Maybe the quiet car ride helped her after
all. I opened the door and stepped out, somewhat ungracefully. It's a
good thing it was dark and quiet. "Here," she whispered, passing me her
handbag. I slung it over my shoulder and tottered up the rest of the
drive and up to her front door. Sure enough, I saw the curtains moving
in the house next door. I pretended not to notice and unlocked the door.
Once inside, I looked around. She had a lovely home. Everything was neat
and tidy. I admired the various paintings and ornaments of cats she had
scattered around the room. I guess I never really thought about it
before, but I quite liked cats. I'd just always seemed to have dogs at
any given time. I walked in a little further and instinctively kicked of
my shoes. It felt good to finally take them off my sore feet and the
plush white carpet felt good against the stockings. I heard a tap coming
from the next room. It was Rachel rapping lightly on the back door. I
undid the latch and let her in. A small, longhaired white cat followed
her into the kitchen. It came directly to me, so I picked it up and
began to stroke its head. As I looked down at it, I noticed that my bra
wasn't half-empty anymore. I was practically bulging out of it. I tried
to put the thought out of my mind. "She normally hates strangers,"
Rachel said. She walked across to where I was standing. "And how's my
little baby been without me?" she said in a cutesy voice that made me
cringe a little. I didn't say things like that normally and it was weird
to see myself (or very near lookalike) acting that way. The cat hissed
and swiped its claws at Rachel. She looked so hurt, I put the cat down
and moved to give her a hug. I didn't feel comfortable at all but I
think she appreciated the gesture. "I need to pee," she said abruptly
and broke away from the hug and walked towards a door at the other side
of the room. She looked like a man but she was still walking gracefully
like a woman. I guess if anybody saw her now, they'd just assume she was
gay. I don't know what they'd think about me and the way I lumbered
around in my heels. I heard an anguished shout from the bathroom. "Alex!
Get here!" she shouted. I walked over and put my hand on the door
handle.
"I'm not sure I should come in, you know, if you're on the toilet." I
was dreading what I might see on the other side of the door. The choice
was taken out of my hands when the door swung open. Rachel was sitting
there on the toilet but I could clearly see what was between her legs.
"What the HELL is... this?" she screamed, not even able to bring herself
to point at it. I didn't really have an answer. It looked like the outer
lips of her vagina had swollen and were hanging down a little at either
side. They were weighted down a little by... shit! They may have been
small but they were definitely balls. She didn't exactly have a penis
but something weird had happened to her clitoris. It was like one I'd
seen on some joke office e-mail years ago that had belonged to a female
body builder, except this was bigger. Much bigger. She was sobbing
again. Suddenly she looked up at me, swallowed nervously and grabbed at
my dress. Before I had chance to move out of the way, she lifted it up
and pulled my knickers down. I couldn't have stopped her if I'd tried -
she was much stronger than me now. I was about to ask her what the hell
she thought she was doing until I saw the look on her face. I looked
down at my crotch. It was more or less identical to what she had, except
mine was neatly manicured. I guess we were going in different directions
and had temporarily met in the middle. I couldn't bring myself to touch
it, but just pulled up my knickers and ran out of the room. I sat down
at the kitchen table and thought about everything that had happened. All
of a sudden I felt a surge of emotion come over me and I did something I
hadn't done since I was a little boy. I began to cry. Just a little
first, but then it turned into uncontrollable sobbing, my whole body
convulsing and tears rolling off my cheeks. I just couldn't stop. I felt
a hand on my shoulder and then Rachel wrapped her arms around me, both
of us in floods of tears. We cried for a long time and eventually moved
to the sofa. We had a cup of tea or two, but mostly just held each other
as we each silently tried to make sense of what had happened. Finally we
dozed off in front of the fire. As the clock struck midnight, we were
both sleeping, unaware of the fact that our physical transformations
were finally complete.
I woke up early the next day. After just a few seconds, everything that
had happened the previous day came flooding back to me. Looking down at
my new large boobs told me it hadn't been a dream. I must have fallen
asleep cradled in Rachel's muscular arms. She was now spooning me from
behind. I suddenly became aware of a strange sensation in my lower back.
I guess I'd fallen asleep on the TV remote control. I reached behind my
back to move it and as soon as my hand came into contact with it, I
realised my naive mistake. I only pulled it a little before I realised
it was attached to Rachel. She had morning wood. MY morning wood. And it
was now poking me in the back. I heard her give out a low moan when I
touched it. And then she woke up.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she shouted, springing back away from me.
"Nothing! I thought it... it was poking in my back! I'm sorry!" I
protested. I didn't want her to think I was some kind of pervert.
"Oh my God, it feels so weird!" She had a strange half-smile on her
face. She grabbed it in her hand and lightly stroked it.
"Stop it!" I shrieked. I'd never seen anything so unsettling before.
"I guess we've totally changed now," she said. She paused a little. I
could sense she had something difficult to say. "Look, before I fell
asleep last night I had a thought. I mean, we only changed after we had
sex for the first time, right? That has to be the thing that triggered
it."
"I suppose." She stayed silent and after a few seconds I suddenly
realised what she was implying. "Wait a minute. You don't think doing it
again is going to reverse everything, do you? Shit, I'm not going to let
you just... fuck me! It's too weird!" The fact that she actually looked
disappointed scared me a little. Her expression soon changed again, when
she got a crazed look of determination on her face. MY face. She lunged
forward and grabbed my arms, pinning me down on the sofa. "What the fuck
are you doing?" I screamed. There was panic in my voice.
"It'll be fine," she said, struggling to part my legs. "This is going to
put everything back to normal. She lay on top of me and I could feel her
erection pushing against my knickers. Against my vagina. Was she
actually enjoying this? Fuck! I was about to be raped by... myself! She
reached down and ripped off the frilled knickers like they were made of
paper.
"Please!" I shouted. "Stop it!" I began to cry. I'd never been so afraid
in my life. My heart was pounding and I was absolutely powerless to do
anything about it. I closed my eyes tightly and clenched my teeth. Then
I felt her grip on me relax. She fell backwards onto the sofa and put
her head in her hands. She was sobbing.
"I'm so sorry," she said through the tears. "I just thought it might...
I'm so confused at the moment. I just don't have any other ideas. How
are we going to get back to normal?" I was horrified at what had just
happened. I don't know what weird effects the new male hormones were
having on her, or if she was having some kind of a breakdown but I was
scared. I couldn't just shrug off what had happened but I also knew that
any way out of this was probably going to rely on us sticking together
for the time being. I patted her on the shoulder.
"Let's try to forget about it. Just... please try to control yourself.
You're really scaring me at the moment."
"I'm sorry. It won't happen again." She seemed genuinely remorseful and
I guess I had no real choice but to give her the benefit of the doubt. I
sat back and breathed deeply. It took me a little while to calm down.
Normally when I felt tense, my wife would give me a message. I thought
about Sara now and realised how badly I'd messed up. She really loved me
and I'd repaid her by sleeping with someone else. I'd acted like a dick
and now here I was in this predicament. I deserved it. Maybe I'd never
see her again now. If only I could go back and undo all this. All I
wanted was for things to be back to normal and never to see Rachel
again. If I was ever a man again, I'd confess everything to Sara and beg
her to forgive me. I made a mental note. She'd be expecting me back home
in a few hours. What the hell was I going to do? What if she reported me
missing and then somebody found me - or rather Rachel. I needed to buy
more time. I looked across at Rachel. She was still sitting there, her
head hanging down.
"Look, Rachel. I need you to do something for me. I need you to make a
call." She looked up at me with a pleading look in her eyes.
"Please don't ask me to call your wife," she begged. "I'm terrible at
lying. I don't even sound like you. My accent's all different. It'll
never work."
"You're going to have to," I said as firmly as I could with this girl's
voice. "Just explain that you need to stay a couple more days. I can
call in sick for you too. You owe me big after what you've just done."
She fell silent. I went on to explain as many details as I could
remember that I'd told Sara about my fake business trip. She agreed to
give it a try. I picked up my phone and dialled the number. When it
began to ring, I handed it over.
"Hello?" As soon as I heard Sara's voice, I felt tears well up in my
eyes. "Is anyone there?" I nudged Rachel. She cleared her throat.
"Hi, it's me. Alex. Your husband." I glared at her. Who the hell talks
like that?
"How was the business trip? Will you be back in time for dinner?" she
asked. I guess she hadn't suspected anything.
"Yeah, look... I'm gonna have to stay a few more days, er... sweetie." I
cringed. I never used pet names with my wife. She hated them and had
drummed the habit out of me years ago. I should have mentioned this.
"Yeah, my boss called me just now and he said..." I cringed again.
"Oh, HE said, did he? And what happened to Jane? She's not your boss
anymore?" It was obvious she sensed something was going on. "Why have
you got me on speaker phone?"
"Umm, you're not on speaker phone, honey," Rachel lied.
"I can tell from the way it echoes. What's going on?" Suddenly Sara
paused. When she spoke again, she suddenly sounded very upset. "When's
our anniversary?" Rachel stared at me as I tried to mouth the words to
her. "Who's that woman saying something to you?" Shit. She had heard me.
"I know what's going on," she said. Now she sounded like she'd begun to
cry. "I want to talk to my husband, you... slut!" she screamed.
Dumbfounded, Rachel passed the phone to me.
"She knows!" Rachel hissed. "Wait a minute. SHE had something to do with
this?" I turned off the speaker phone and put the receiver up to my
mouth.
"Sara?" I asked tentatively. She didn't say anything. I could hear her
crying on the line and suddenly felt like the biggest asshole in the
world. "I'm so sorry. I've never done anything like this before," I
stammered.
"Well, I know that," she finally snapped. "You'd better come home. I
need to explain a few things to you." And she hung up. Rachel looked at
me.
"I'm sorry. I told you I was bad at lying."
"It's not your fault," I said half-heartedly. "I need to go. Look, do
you have any other clothes that are less... you know."
"Yeah, come with me. I'll find you something. Do you want me to give you
a lift home?" I didn't want to have to deal with taxi drivers or other
members of the public. I nodded. She led me upstairs to her bedroom. She
walked over to a chest of drawers and pulled out some clean underwear, a
pair of jeans, a pink t-shirt and a pair a plain black ballet pumps.
"Sorry the t-shirt's pink. I like to dress girly. You're lucky I even
have these jeans." I smiled weakly, put on the clothes and looked in the
mirror. She ran a brush through my hair and tied it back into a neat
ponytail.
"Thanks," I said. "Let's get this over with then." She handed me a small
brown handbag.
"I put your phone, money and keys and stuff in here," she said. I sighed
and put it over my shoulder.
"Okay, let's go." I didn't know what Sara was going to say when I got
home. She knew what had happened to me. Maybe she knew how to fix it.
Either way, we both had a lot of explaining to do...
Hester
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