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DAMSEL IN DISTRESS - PART THREE by Marcher Watt
Rachel pulled up just around the corner from my house. "Okay, good luck,"
she said. "Are you gonna give me a call later on and let me know what's
going on?"
"Yeah, I will," I replied. "Right, here goes. I'll talk to you later."
"Wait," she said. "Do you think you could get me some clothes? All I have
is what I'm wearing."
"Uh, I'll see what I can do. I'm not sure I should upset..." I shrugged
and trailed off into a mumble. I knew asking Sara for a favour for Rachel
was a terrible idea. I got out of the car and walked around the corner. I
now had to stand on my tiptoes to reach over and open the gate. I walked
up to the front door and let myself in. I closed the door behind me and
stood in the hall. I dried my clammy palms on my jeans. I was nervous. I
didn't want to call out in my new girl's voice. I walked into the lounge
and saw Sara sitting on the sofa. She looked like she'd only just stopped
crying.
"So, this is what she looks like. She's pretty." I resisted the urge to
thank her. She was talking quite calmly but I knew she was hurt. "I can't
believe I'm the one who's about to apologise but... I'm sorry about this.
I never wanted to do it. My friends talked me into it at my hen party. We
had a few drinks and somebody had this book." I thought back to when
she'd had her hen party before we got married. Most of her Wiccan friends
had been there. I'd been banished off to spend the night at my friend
Tony's place.
"I don't understand," I said, confused. "Are you saying this is some kind
of spell? That this whole Wicca thing is actually real?"
"Wow, thanks for respecting my beliefs." She glared at me, took a few
breaths and continued. I could tell she was doing her best to appear
focused and strong. "It's not exactly a spell like in the movies. It's
complicated and I'm not about to explain the whole system to you when you
could have just paid attention to what I've been saying all these years
and come to at least one meeting with me."
"I'm sorry. I just want to know if there's a way to reverse it. I don't
want to stay like this."
"I don't want you to stay like that either." She played with the cord of
her robe. "To be honest, I don't know if I can forgive you. I don't know
if we can ever get back to being normal again. I'm pretty sure you're not
going to cheat on me again in a hurry but as for forgiving you, we'll
just have to wait and see." She paused. "What I do know is that I want it
to be MY decision and as long as you look like that, the choice is pretty
much out of my hands. If I ever want you back, I'll want you as you
really are - as a man."
"So there is a way to get me back to normal?" I tried to hide the
excitement in my voice. I knew I was supposed to sound more ashamed.
"In a manner of speaking. It's not exactly something I want you to go
through and trust me - I never thought you'd have to. But you've made
your own bed on this one." She was deliberately avoiding eye-contact now
and it was making me nervous.
"What is it? What do I have to do? If it means there's a chance for us,
it'll be worth it," I pleaded. Again, she paused.
"You..." she took a deep breath, "you have to sleep with members of the
opposite sex." I just stared at her, horrified. "Each of you has to do
it. You have thirty days to sleep with twenty people before the changes
become permanent." I didn't know what to think. I laughed.
"You're kidding, right? I mean, you know how ridiculous that sounds?"
"Do you think I'm kidding about it?" Now I could tell she wasn't. She
hardly ever lost her temper like this. "You think I'm pleased that my
husband sleeps with some bitch and now the only way my life can get back
to normal is if he sleeps with twenty more people? Yes, it's what I
always wanted!"
"Why did you let your damn friends put this...curse on me?!" I demanded.
I saw her face change. I'd never seen her look so angry. She got up and
slapped me hard in the face. It took me completely by surprise and
knocked me off my feet. I couldn't believe she'd hit me. The pain was
intense. My cheek was practically on fire. I felt tears in my eyes. I
really didn't want to cry now. Damn it, I was crying a lot lately. I took
a moment and managed to hold it in.
"If you'd been faithful like a normal husband, you'd have never even
known about it." She grabbed my hair and pulled me painfully up and back
onto my feet. "Everyone in the circle has done it when they got married.
That's about 20 of us. And so far nothing has ever come of it. Can you
imagine how it's going to look when I'm the only one who couldn't keep
her husband from straying?" Her grip on my hair got even tighter. "And
now you come here, hearing me apologise to YOU and then getting all self-
righteous on me? Is it not enough that I have to look you in the face and
see the bitch you wanted to be with over me?"
"I'm... I'm sorry. Please, let go. You're hurting me." She let go and I
fell back to the ground. This time I couldn't hold back the tears. She
carried on, not acknowledging the fact I was crying.
"Look, you're going to have to find somewhere to stay for a while. I
can't have you here while you're looking like that. I can't even look at
you without wanting to hurt you." She lowered her voice. "Besides, you
have business to take care of and you're certainly not doing it here. I
suggest you explain all this to your little slut. Don't think about
contacting me in the next thirty days. And don't come back at all if you
don't manage to change back. Now I think you should go." I got to my feet
and walked unsteadily to the door. It was all too much to take in.
"Sara?" I asked hesitantly. "Do you mind if I quickly grab a few
clothes?"
"Get the fuck out!" she screamed as the ashtray she hurled shattered on
the wall next to me. I didn't wait around. Once outside, I didn't know
what to think or where to go. I guess I had to talk to Rachel before
anything else. I called her on her mobile and luckily she hadn't got very
far since dropping me off. She picked me up in the same spot a few
minutes later. I opened the car door and got in.
"Well, what did she say? Can we change back?" I saw the desperation in
the way she looked at. Rachel made expressions that looked strange on my
face - certainly not ones I was aware I'd ever made myself when it was my
face. As we sat in the car, it began to rain. As it beat down loudly on
the soft roof, I explained what Sara had told me and I watched Rachel's
face drop more and more as I explained what we had to do to return to
normal. She barely said anything, save for the occasional gasp or
muttered "fuck". I finished saying my piece.
"So there it is," I said, falling back into my seat and folding my arms.
"I don't even know where to start. I don't want to have sex with one man,
let alone twenty." It still didn't seem real. It didn't even feel
possible. Everything I thought I knew was wrong - the basic facts of what
can and can't happen in the universe. I struggled in my mind to pick up
all the pieces and string them all together into a logical order. Maybe
my smaller brain really was hampered now. I looked at Rachel. She still
hadn't said anything. Her eyes were tightly clenched and she seemed to be
silently mouthing words. Perhaps she was praying or wishing none of this
was happening. "Oh," I added listlessly. "I'm sorry I didn't get any
clothes. She didn't take it too well when I asked. Here, take my credit
card. You can buy some things. I guess you'll need enough to wear for
the next month."
"So, we're really going to do this then? We're gonna try to have sex with
twenty people?" Her deep voice was breaking as she spoke. She sounded
terrified.
"We have to, don't we? Neither of us wants to stay like this. It's just
something we have to do. I mean, once it's over we can try to forget
about it and get on with our lives." I certainly didn't believe any of
this flat pep-talk I was spouting and I could see from Rachel's glum
expression that she didn't either. I sighed. "I need a place to stay for
the next month. Sara says I can't go back there as long as I look like
you."
"You're welcome to stay at mine," she began and then probably realised
how weird that would make our task. Or rather twenty tasks. She gave a
waning half-smile and shrugged. "Well, come over and I'll get you some
clothes. I guess I'm gonna have to teach you a few things. You need to
know how to take care of my hair and put make-up on."
"What? I can't wear make-up, I'm a..."
"You're a girl for now." She smiled for the first time since this whole
thing had started. "Relax, you know I don't wear a lot. Just enough to
accentuate a little. You'll be fine. And while we're on the subject. We
should probably use different names. I don't exactly look like a Rachel
now." She started the car and pulled away.
"Lots of girls are called Alex. I could still be Alex. You can just
shorten yours to Ray. I don't want a different name. I want part of me to
still be me, no matter how I look on the outside." For some reason this
really mattered to me. Ray just nodded.
"Okay, Alex it is." She paused and her expression turned to a friendly,
concerned look. "Is there somewhere you can stay for a while?"
"I guess I could try Tony. He's my best friend. I don't know what I'm
going to say to him though." I thought about it a while. "I guess I
should send him a few text messages and try to explain as vaguely as I
can. I'll just have to hope I can convince him once I arrive on his
doorstep."
"Maybe it'll help if I come with you?" She placed a huge hand on my
shoulder for a moment.
"Thank you." I closed my eyes as we drove on through the rain. We stopped
off at a couple of places on the way so Ray could pick up some clothes. I
tried to help out but she seemed to be enjoying the chance to dress
herself the way she liked a man to dress. As she dragged me around the
shop, enthusiastically explaining why each piece of clothing would suit
her, we must have looked an odd couple - certainly at odds with the
dozens of bored husbands dutifully trailing their energetic wives.
We finally made it to Ray's place and we slipped inside, unseen by nosey
neighbours. Ray put down her shopping bags in the hall and led me
upstairs. She took a small pink suitcase from the top of her wardrobe and
opened it on the bed.
"Okay," she said, looking around quizzically, as eyed up the clothes
hanging on various racks around the room. Every now and then, she'd pick
out a dress and hold it up to me. Some went back onto their hangers, some
went into the case. "I'm sorry I don't really have anything except really
girly clothes. But you weren't complaining when I was wearing them. And
let's face it, you have a mission." I didn't need to be reminded. She
carried on. For each dress she put in the suitcase, a pair of shoes in a
matching colour followed. She picked out different bras that would look
better with certain outfits, knickers to go with the bras, pairs of
tights of various colour, thickness and pattern. It was a lot to take in.
"How am I going to remember all this?" I asked. She looked thoughtful for
a few moments and then pulled out a shoebox from under her bed. She
opened it to reveal hundreds of photographs. She leafed through them and
every so often pulled one out and passed it to me.
"Just copy what I've done in these pictures. It's easy." She picked up
another shoebox and emptied it onto the bed. She put various items of
jewellery into a small pouch and packed it into the case. "Now...
toiletries and make-up." She began piling more and more items into the
case. Only the box of Tampons really caught my eye. She noticed my
worried expression. "Yeah, in about a week, I'm afraid," she said.
"You'll live. I always have." She allowed it to sink in for a while.
"Okay, I'm going to give you a crash-course in make-up." She guided me
through a simplified version of her beauty regime. I had creams to put on
my face at night and lotions to put in my hair in the morning. She showed
me how to apply lipstick, blusher, eyeliner, mascara, a little circular
container full of tiny powdery balls to brush on my face. I was only to
use a very small amount of each. "Don't paint your face, just highlight
and emphasise." I didn't fully understand what I was doing but she talked
me through it and when I'd finished I had to admit I looked beautiful.
I'd fallen for these looks, after all. Still, I was suddenly embarrassed
to feel a moist sensation and tingling feeling between my legs.
"Well, thank you for showing me," I mumbled awkwardly. "Maybe we should
get going." Ray looked a little puzzled but stood up and walked towards
the door. I tried to pick up my case. "Ray," I called out. "My case is
too heavy. Can you carry it to the car for me, please?" I felt ashamed
once again to be so helpless, especially when she easily picked it up
with one hand and strode out of the room and down the stairs.
In the car we tried to figure out a good way of explaining what happened
when we arrived at Tony's. Is there any way it would sound believable?
Probably not. We were just going to have to try to prove it to him. I'd
known him since we were both about 5 years old. We knew everything there
was to know about each other. He'd surely realise after a while that I
knew too much for me to have told somebody else. I had a pretty good
memory and I could remember plenty of trivial details about our lives. It
was the only thing we could do. I still felt very nervous. To say Tony
had an eye for the ladies was a massive understatement and I wasn't
looking forward to the way he was going to be looking at me. Hopefully
once we'd proven the facts to him, he'd treat me like his normal buddy
again.
It wasn't far to Tony's house and before long we were pulling up into his
driveway. I'd explained in a text message that I was on my way and that
Sara had kicked me out while we were having a few marriage troubles. I
tried to warn him that I wasn't exactly myself but he'd replied that it
would be cool to hang out again like in our university days. I doubted
this was going to be anything like our university days. Ray carried the
suitcase up to the front door and rang the bell. After a few seconds a
shadow appeared in the door window and fumbled with the lock. Tony opened
the door and grabbed Ray's hand. "Alex, mate!" he smiled. "How are you
holding up?" He looked at me and then back at Ray. "What's going on? I
thought you wanted to get back with Sara?" He smiled politely at me but
continued to look puzzled. "You're Rachel, right? You used to work with
Alex?" He looked back at Ray for confirmation.
"Can we just come in," I said. "I'll explain everything." Tony looked
positively perplexed as I strode in, followed by Ray, who looked
sheepishly around. "Tony," I said softly. "It's me - Alex." Tony just
looked at Ray.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Alex is right. He's me and I'm him. I'm Rachel. We met a few times when
I worked with Alex. You tried to feel me up at the Christmas party." She
looked down. This was the first I'd heard of this.
"What? You tried to feel her up? You knew how I felt about her," I said
accusingly.
"Look, you were married and.... what am I saying?" He looked at me and
back at Ray. "What the hell kind of prank are you two trying to pull on
me? Do you think I'm an idiot?" Maybe he was going to be harder to
convince than we thought.
"Sit down, Tony," I said as authoritatively as I could manage. He sat
down. I sat on the sofa opposite him with Ray. "Now just listen for a
minute." I'd noticed his eyes glancing briefly down at my chest about six
times since I'd arrived. It made me feel horrible. "And I can see you
looking at my fucking tits every five seconds too," I snapped. He shut up
and stared intently straight forward. I went on to describe as many
things from our lives as I could think of. For every question he raised
on some minute detail of the event, I had the immediate correct answer.
He looked gradually more confused as he stared at one of us and then the
other. I think he was finally starting to believe us. I carried on, maybe
for a whole hour. As I spoke, I noticed Ray looking at Tony in a way that
looked alarmingly like she was attracted to him. I eyed her suspiciously
as Tony disappeared into the kitchen to make coffee. "What the hell was
that?" I demanded.
"What do you mean? Nothing!" She tried to laugh nonchalantly but it came
out a little creepy from a man's mouth.
"Well, why don't you try putting his clothes back ON with your eyes now,"
I hissed. I didn't want Tony to hear any of this. Ray shifted
uncomfortably in her seat. She slowly moved her hand down to her crotch
and adjusted herself. "Please don't tell me you have an erection from
looking at my best friend. That's just wrong on so many levels. You're
supposed to be having sex with fucking girls!"
"I'm sorry, I can't help it. He's hot!" She spoke a little too loudly. A
voice came from behind us.
"Shit. It really is true, isn't it?" He looked at me. "Alex?" I nodded.
He handed out the coffees from a trying and sat down in his seat. I
explained to him how it had happened and what we had to do to get back to
normal. He just sat there throughout, the colour of his face changing
alternately from white to grey.
"Are you sure it's still okay for me to stay here a while?"
"Of course, you're my best pal." I could sense the insincerity in his
voice, but I needed a place to live for the next month. Tony often worked
away and I hoped he'd be out of the way most of the time in case I...
needed the place to myself.
"Okay, I'd better get going. I've got a lot to think about," Rachel said,
standing up. "Tony, thanks for being so understanding. It was nice to see
you again." She leaned towards him to kiss him on the cheek but his
horrified reaction sent her running to the door, leaving behind a mumbled
"sorry" and a general feeling of awkwardness.
"Right," said Tony, clapping his hands in front of him and then behind
his back. I guess he was trying to look casual, like he was cool with all
this. "I'll show you to the guest room." He picked up my suitcase and led
the way. I was grateful I didn't have to ask for his help. He opened the
door and put my case down on the bed. "There's an en suite bathroom
through there," he said pointing. "I'll get you some towels." He paused.
"How does it... I mean, what do you..." He paused again. "Never mind." He
left and returned after a few moments with a small pile of towels. "Here
you go." And he left me on my own for the first time since I'd changed. I
opened my case and began to take out some of the clothes. I still felt a
strange sense of guilt - like I was looking through someone else's
underwear. I figured a bath might help me feel a little less tense so I
wandered into the bathroom and turned on the taps. I went back into the
bedroom and began to undress. I had a slight uneasy feeling about all
this. I ran over to the door and locked it, before I undressed all the
way and then stood looking into the mirror on the back of the door. I was
truly beautiful. I guess it wasn't going to be hard finding twenty men
who wanted to sleep with me. Whether I'd actually be able to go through
with it was another matter. I ran my fingers around my nipples and
revelled in the delicate, sensuous feeling in produced in me. I cupped
each of my breasts in my hands. They were big. D cups, according to the
label in the bra I'd just taken off. I pushed them together, stroked
them, squeezed them. It was a feeling like I'd never experienced before.
I even tried to lick them, as I'd seen women do in seedy movies. They
felt colder than the rest of my body. I looked again in the mirror. I was
having the same feeling between my legs as I'd had earlier. I cautiously
put my hand down there and gently caressed the small patch of hair above
it. It tickled lightly and sent a small shiver up my spine. It was still
fairly light outside so I went over to the window and closed the
curtains. The steam from the bathroom was starting to fill the room with
a light lavender scent from the oil I had put in. I sat on the edge of
the bed and leaned back. I needed to become acquainted with my new parts
at some point and now was as good a time as any. I could see my
reflection still in the mirror as I began to explore the folds of flesh.
The outer lips were wrinklier than the skin around them - almost like the
skin on my scrotum. It almost felt the same as I lightly brushed it with
the tips of my fingers. I gently pushed them apart and slid one finger
between. It was warm and incredibly wet. I felt around allowed a finger
to slide into my vagina. Straight away, it felt amazing - like my body
had just fully woken up for the first time. I couldn't liken this feeling
to anything I'd ever felt as a man. I just moved my finger around,
gradually settling into a steady rhythm that made me feel like I was
melting into the bed. I gradually sped up until I began to feel a
sensation rising in my body. I knew I was going to come. My breathing
became fast and heavy. The most amazing feeling seemed to be coming at me
from all directions, like I was sucking all the pleasure out of the world
and it was running through me and focussing on this one little spot I was
rubbing with my tiny hand. It built and built until I knew I'd reached
the point of no return. Suddenly I gasped. I was at the top of a
rollercoaster, teetering on the edge. And then it happened. All the
ecstasy my body had just absorbed, suddenly burst forth into every part
of my body. I let out a long moan and grabbed the bed sheets between my
fingers and toes. I'd never felt anything so powerful, so fantastic. I
didn't seem to be able to move at all as I convulsed slowly with waves of
this euphoria. It seemed to last so long. Eventually my breathing began
to return to normal and the feeling faded. Whenever I masturbated as a
man, I usually felt a sudden pang of shame in the seconds after
ejaculation. Now for the first time in days, I just felt perfectly
content. I basked in it for a couple more minutes before getting up and
taking my bath. It was nice to relax after such a difficult time and to
forget about what I was soon going to have to do. I heard a knock at the
bedroom door.
"Alex?" Tony shouted. "I'm making some dinner. Should be about half an
hour. You want some?"
"Yeah, I'm just in the bath. I won't be long"
"Okay, see you in a bit." I heard Alex going downstairs. I closed my eyes
and sank beneath the bubbles.
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