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The Reprobate
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Dave had been a bit of a reprobate ever since he left junior school and
had entered the different world of secondary modern education. He had
earned the reputation of being a Jack the lad by skipping classes and
flirting with any girl who happened to be around at the time, often
breaking their fragile hearts in the process.
He was a handsome lad with a head of neck length brown hair which often
fell over his face hiding his twinkling green eyes. He liked to wear
jeans with a t-shirt and leather coat, which he regarded as a symbol of
his rebellion against the school system.
The teachers tried to control the boy with detention, but he rarely
turned up, and double homework, but he simply ignored them or had
someone do it for him using threats and menaces.
He teamed up with two other rough lads and they made a tidy profit from
the "protection racket," they initiated, in which they demanded money
from pupils to ensure they didn't accidentally 'fall and hurt
themselves'. Dave enjoyed this for several months before deciding why do
I need to share the proceeds with the others when I could easily work
scams by myself and make a tidy sum.
He went into stealing from cloakrooms and lockers was amazed at the
valuables he found in the pockets of the girl jackets: rings, necklaces,
bracelets, ear rings even purses and many other items which he exchanged
for cash with the gypsies living down in the far fields.
The boys' cloakroom did not produce such treasures so he usually had to
make do with cash and cigarettes, because of this he spent more time in
the girls' cloakroom.
Once he actually stole a girl's blazer. On examining it back at home he
noticed it had a name in the collar which said Joanne Witchmore written
in black permanent marker and had a strange fragrance of perfume or was
it incense which seemed to draw the senses and bewilder the mind. He
took a deep sniff of the blazer trying to identify the smell, and felt a
strange woozy feeling in his head together with an odd compulsion to put
the Jacket on.
He found by removing his pullover that he could struggle into it
although the sleeves finished inches short of his wrists and he had
difficulty fastening the buttons because it was such a tight fit and the
buttons fastened the wrong way. Once the blazer was fastened the scent
which seemed to permeate the coat became noticeably much stronger and
much sweeter and so very feminine that it made him feel light headed. As
it assailed his nostrils, he fell to his knees and his head swam and he
seemed to become weaker, smaller, more petite, and the jacket no longer
seemed tight and small in fact it appeared to be a perfect fit.
Pulling himself up by a chair he staggered to the fireplace catching a
glimpse in the mirror over the mantel he saw the reflection of a
schoolgirl staring back at him. He lurched backwards toppling the chair
over. He grabbed at the jacket and tried to rip the buttons off but his
strength seemed to have deserted him and he had to struggle to open each
button one by one with his long feminine fingers and pull the coat from
his shoulders throwing it into the far corner of the room. He once again
fell to the floor gasping for breath, and his head swam and he passed
out.
When he came round he tried to recall the events leading up to the black
out, the reflection in the mirror, his weakness, the girl's jacket, he
glanced around and saw it crumpled in the corner where it had landed. He
crawled over to it and unsure what to do, picked up the poker and
prodded it, instantly the beautiful feminine perfume filled the air and
as he inhaled it and it filled his lungs he felt a strong desire to put
the jacket on once again.
He reached towards it as in a dream and just as he was about to grab it,
he knocked against the chair which lay upon its side. "Ouch," he
thought, and for an instant his mind cleared and looking about him he
threw himself across the room towards the door. Turning the knob he
pulled the door open and ran stumbling into the hall.
Several hours later he returned, tiptoeing down the hall he quietly,
carefully opened the door trying not to make a sound, opening it just
far enough to reach in and flick on the light switch. He craned his head
to look inside. Everything was as before but the smell was no more in
evidence, the chair lay on its side and the coat lay crumpled in the
corner. He pushed the door open more so he could squeeze into the room.
In his hand he was carrying a large bin liner.
He entered the room his heart pounding like a jackhammer in his ears.
Pausing he gathered his senses took a deep breath and held it. One Two
Three go. He darted across the room and dove onto the coat, and in one
quick motion crammed it into the bin liner, his lungs ached for fresh
air but he continued tying the top of the liner into a knot, and threw
the parcel out into the hall.
He collapsed yet again and took several welcoming breaths into his
lungs, but even now there was a slight sensuous aroma in the room and he
felt a slight girly feeling shimmer through his body. There and then he
decided to return the coat to the girls' cloakroom in the school and put
an end to this nightmare.
Arriving late as usual, he made his way into school and made his way to
the girls' cloakroom. The corridor was quiet as the school was in
morning assembly and he turned the knob to the room, pushing the door
open, he was about to hurl the bag and its contents far into the room
when he saw a girl sitting in her blouse on one of the benches watching
him.
She stood up and walked towards him. "I believe that coat belongs to
me," She snarled. "Thank you for returning it to me so promptly. I hope
you have learnt your lesson well. And that no future incidents will
occur or I will have to take further steps to amend the problem. The
protection spell I cast on my uniform made you believe you were changing
into a girl, next time the spell will be of a more permanent nature. Do
we understand each other?"
She removed the blazer from the bag and shrugged into it, buttoning it
up, and picked her satchel from beside her. "Sorry I didn't hear you?
The cat got your tongue?"
A vague smell of sweet perfume became evident and he felt weak. "Yes
Miss I understand," he stammered.
For the rest of Dave's school days he was a model student, even
achieving four O levels. His parents and teachers, who had all forsaken
all hope were amazed at the change and hoped that it all bore well for
the future. But a certain Joanne Witchmore knew things might still need
a watchful eye.
Upon leaving school Dave took several jobs before deciding on a career
in the local steel industry. This provided him well and he enjoyed a
fairly easy life until the ugly head of recession and redundancy reared
its ugly head and once again he found his back to the wall counting each
and every penny to keep his head above water.
Once again he turned to petty crime. He began stealing from houses and
garages, usually when the owners were away or on holiday, and found the
picking were lucrative enough so he did not have to find regular work.
One of his minor schemes was stealing clothes from washing lines, not
only were the clothes fairly new they were freshly washed. It was
amazing how many families left clothes overnight to dry on the line.
Dave simply waited until the early hours and armed with a bin bag jumped
the fence and emptied the line and returned home. When he had a fair
amount of items he would take them to a local boot sale and walk away
with a 100% profit on all items sold.
He had observed that a certain house on Howard Road had a routine. The
washing was done every Friday and rarely taken in until the following
Sunday and consisted of only women's clothes so presumably there were no
men in the house. He waited his moment and when there was no moon he
made his move.
He drove his van to within a minute walk and bag in hand, he leapt the
fence and collected the contents of the washing line and crammed them
into the sack. He made his way back to the van and drove home another
good night's work completed. He opened his door and placing the sack
down noticed his hand had a cut and was bleeding slightly, he rinsed it
and dried it on the towel and made his way to bed. The sack could wait
until the morning to be sorted.
He slept well and rose early, and slipping on his boxers made his way
into the kitchen. After putting on the kettle he reached for the sack
and emptied the contents onto the table. Blouses, knickers, a pair of
bras, two pairs of skin tight jeans, a pair of slacks, socks and even
two pair of stockings and other ladies items revealed themselves. He
delved through them examining the apparent high quality and decided he
would be able to sell everything at the next boot sale.
Meanwhile a young woman had risen from her bed in Howard Road and
slipping her dressing gown over her pyjamas also made her way to the
kitchen. She put the kettle on and drew back the curtains, peering out
into her garden she noticed the missing washing and uttered a curse
unbefitting of a young lady. She thought to herself whether to call in
the police, or handle the matter herself, deciding on the latter she
dressed and went outside into the garden.
She picked up the clothes pegs and after examining them dropped them
into their basket. "Nothing there," she thought, "but there is always
something." She spotted slight footprints by the side of the fence. "So
here's where you climbed over into the garden." She scrutinised the
ground but found nothing of use to her.
She turned her attention to the fence itself and a small dark patch
caught her attention, she put on a pair of reading glasses and peered at
the spot sniffing at it, and finally touching it and tasting her
fingertip with the tip of her tongue. A twinkle appeared in her eyes.
"Got you now, you poor poor thing." She went into the house returning
with a knife and proceeded to scrape the dried blood into a small
plastic bag. An evil smile on her face.
Returning to the house she entered her bedroom and rolled up a rug on
the floor, beneath could be seen a pentagon outline. She renewed the
design with a charcoal stick, and took five candles from a drawer and
placed them at each point chanting aloud in a monotone. The room became
noticeably hotter and sweat began to run from her forehead, between her
breasts and down her thighs.
She undressed and opened a cupboard, taking a box from inside she
removed the lid and peered inside and grinned, her old school uniform
was inside. She removed each item and rubbed each of them over her
entire sweating body, the clothes greedily soaking up her powerful
pheromones and permeating the fabric with her body's unique scent.
Finally she collected a small jar which she kept by her bed, this
contained fluids and juices collected from deep inside the most intimate
and private places of her body, opening the jar she put it to her nose
and took a sniff . "Wow", she thought, "That will certainly do the job."
She dipped her fingers into the contents and rubbed a tiny amount on
each item of uniform concentrating on the breast, buttock and crotch
areas of the garments and then placed the uniform also inside the
boundary of the pentagon.
She placed the remainder of the fluid into a bowl before adding sweat
from her glistening body and the scrapings of the dried blood from the
plastic bag. She mixed the contents with a piece of hazel wood and
placed the bowl inside the pentagon and lit the five candles.
She closed the curtains and the candlelight danced around the room. She
stepped into the design and stood for a while chanting arms raised above
her head before sitting cross legged in front of the bowl. She leant
across and allowed further sweat to drip into the bowl. She closed her
eyes and conjured up an image of the missing clothes chanting in a
strange tongue. Yinaika yinaika yineste, repeating the phrase over and
over as she went deeper and deeper into a trance.
The contents of the bowl appeared to shimmer and wisps of incandescent
smoke began to drift from the bowl gathering in a cloud above her before
drifting towards the vent in the wall. The cloud exited the building and
headed unseen over buildings and streets across the village towards the
missing clothes, at Dave's house the cloud entered a window and floated
into the kitchen where it dissipated into the pile of clothing lying on
the floor.
Back at Howard Road the woman slowly came out of her trance and after
taking several deep breaths, blew out the candles and gathered up the
damp items of clothing and the various objects, before replacing the rug
over the design. Taking the clothes outdoor she hung them on the line,
placing the shoes in the jacket pockets. She mixed them with other items
so they were not so obvious to the passing eye. The trap was set.
Dave returned from his visit to his local bar and unlocked the door
stepping inside he sensed something different in the kitchen, he look
around and sniffed the air, yes there was a smell, a perfumed female
smell, an attractive smell, sniffing loudly he traced the source to the
clothes on the floor, a warning sound entered his head, but he ignored
it. He picked up a lace blouse and held it to his skin feeling the
feminine fabric caused goose bumps to form over his entire body, the
feeling was exquisite. Picking up a pair of knickers he stroked the
material, so soft so very sexy, he held them to his face and took a deep
breath the perfume entered his lungs and he gasped and reeled staring
stupidly at the panties, an overpowering impulse invaded his mind, he
must return to that house and steal some more of these wonderful female
clothes. He just had to have some more of these sexy clothes; he needed
to have them now! To smell, to hold, to wear!
He returned that very night; he simply had no other choice. His future
was mapped out by the incantation. Dressed in his dark clothes he drove
once again to Howard Road.
Leaving the van he headed to the house, peering over the fence he saw
the line once again full of the prettiest clothes he had ever seen. He
must have them. They were so beautiful.
He cleared the fence and began gathering the clothes in his sack never
realising that he was unknowingly taking the clothes with the pheromones
off the line first, before cramming the rest on top. He slipped back to
the van and drove home.
He entered the house and emptied the contents of the sack onto the
table; a sweet sensuous aroma filled the room causing his senses to
reel, he thought that he recognised the perfume but now there was
something extra in the scent, something erotic, something alluring,
something uniquely and deeply girlish.
He had trouble focussing his thoughts as he inhaled deeply, the perfume
entered his nose and lungs and entered his bloodstream spreading
throughout his body, the pheromones heightening all his five senses. He
suddenly felt very aroused and stimulated and extremely feminine.
He delved into the clothing for the source of the fragrance and
unknowingly sorted the items of the schoolgirl uniform into a separate
pile. He picked out the panties and held them to his nose. He felt a
impulse to wear them. He simply had to put the panties on. He had no
choice. Stripping naked he stepped into the schoolgirl knickers, and
pulled them up his legs to his hips, the elastic cut into his skin but
only for seconds as his body moulded itself, his buttocks becoming
pronounced his thighs and hips narrowing adapting themselves to the
panties. His sexual organs shrank and disappeared into his body, a slit
becoming apparent through the fabric of the panties.
He picked up the small bra and hooked it at the front before spinning it
around to the front and staining to put his arms through the straps, he
felt very uncomfortable as though he was being restrained and unable to
move but the feeling lasted only for a few seconds as his body adapted
itself to the underwear, the area around his chest felt heavier and took
on a warm feeling as though a change was occurring in that region.
He next slipped his arms into the blouse and pulled it together
fastening the two bottom buttons the arms were a couple of inches short
but once again the magic took its course and he felt his body adapt, his
body and arms shrank until he could fasten all the buttons including the
cuffs.
Next was the grey uniform skirt, he put this on and noticed with
pleasure that it fitted perfectly fitting snugly at his waist falling
to just above the knees. He took the pair of white knee length socks and
pulled them slowly up each leg which almost instantly took on a girl's
feminine shape and caused his size nine feet to transform to a dainty
size six.
He found the school tie and tied it loosely around his neck little
realising his Adam's apple vanished. The school cardigan was next; it
fitted perfectly the V neckline showing off the shape of his newly
formed breasts.
He sat daintily on a chair and crossing his legs put on the pair of
sensible girls school shoes, fastening the strap over his instep.
Finally he picked up the school blazer noticing the name Witchmore
written on the name tag the name Davina was written over a previous
name, he tried to make it out. Could it be Joanne? He frowned trying to
remember where he had heard it before.
He shrugged into the coat the school badge on the pocket covering his
left breast. and his body completed its final adjustment to his face and
hair. He walked sexily over to the mirror and admired the reflection. In
it was a pretty fourteen year old schoolgirl with brown shoulder length
hair. "A little lipstick and eye make up would be perfect", he thought
pouting his full lips.
Suddenly a voice entered his head saying "You must now come home Davina.
Come home to me." His eyes glazed over and he turned towards the door.
He stepped out into the street and eyes staring unseeing as though in a
dream state, following the voice. He arrived after half an hour and
stood rigidly before the lady waiting on the doorstep.
"Come in Davina," she said. "I've been waiting for you for ages." She
hugged the girl to her breast and said, "Come in I've a present for
you." They walked together into the living room and she said, "I warned
you many years ago not to mess with me, my pet. Now I have the daughter
I've always wanted, a beautiful daughter I might add, but not exactly
what I desire. I would prefer you younger. So please take off your
uniform. I have something else for you to wear."
Davina took off the uniform and stood naked whilst Joanne crouched down
and passed something made of towelling through her legs and around her
waist. She looked down in horror at the nappy she was wearing.
A strange nursery smell drifted upwards filling her nostrils. "No mother
not this, please mother I don't want to be, I love you mother." She felt
herself becoming weaker and she fell onto all fours..... "Mum I love you
don't do this."
She shook her head in frustration; the room seemed to be growing larger.
"Mummee mummee me luv mummee." Her arms gave way and she rolled onto her
back, her large dark eyes staring around at the now enormous room.
"Mmmm mmmm goo goo gaa gaa." Her mind emptied of all memories. "Wah wah
wah." She began crying, feeling afraid, and looking around for something
she recognised. A blurred figure stooped over her. Joanne picked up her
daughter and cradling her in her arms put a bottle to her lips. "Shhh,
my little darling. Mummy's here."
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