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PINK FOR A GIRL - Part 2 "Pink for a Girl" was conceived as a stand-alone story. Then, as I approached the end, I realised that there was the potential for spin-off ideas. I have therefore written "Part 2" as a short linking piece to set up future opportunities. Even as a linking piece, however, I think it stands up as a story in its own right. I hope you enjoy. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It was some ten days later and Georg(ina) was back home from his/her holiday in Scotland. Once the shock of transforming from an average young man into an attractive woman had passed, the holiday had proved extremely restful. She had discovered that her change of gender had not weaken her passion for fly fishing and she had spent several happy days in jeans and waders trying to catch the elusive trout. Fortunately her fishing clothes had transformed, along with the rest of her belongings, so they fitted her new, slighter frame. She had wined and dined well in a number of comfortable small hotels. There had been a few raised eyebrows about a woman travelling alone on a fishing holiday, but, once she had demonstrated her knowledge of the sport, she had soon been accepted into the circle of fishermen discussing their day's activities around the bar. Although she had to be more careful about her alcohol intake, Georgina was pleased to discover that her taste for malt whisky had not diminished. Anyway that was all now in the past and Georgina was back home. The "George" part of her was concerned about how the neighbours would react to her altered appearance, but she need not have worried. It soon became clear that whatever magic had transformed her had also altered the reality for those who known her as "George". As far as they were concerned she had always been a woman. "I hope the same reaction applies at work" mussed Georgina. "It is going to be hard enough getting to the bottom of why I have changed anyway and if, in the meantime, everyone else accepts me for what I am, then that will be one less complication I have to deal with." Georgina was determined to find out who had been responsible for her transformation. Whilst she had not previously believed in magic as an active force, she could not now question its existence. She decided her first port of call would have to be the Mazda agency where she had picked up the little pink car. They ought to have details of the previous owner Stephanie (nee Stephen) who had written the warning letter she had found in the glove box of the car. The thought of meeting up with Philip, the Mazda dealer, caused a tremor of excitement to run through her body. As a woman, she found him very attractive and desirable. In fact, whilst in Scotland, she had fantasised about getting him into bed with her! As Georgina pulled up outside the Mazda office, Philip came out to greet her. "I told you the MX-5 was a more suitable car for you than the RX-8" he said, smiling down at her as she sat in the driving seat. "I am pleased you have finally come to your senses and decided to sell the RX- 8 and keep the little pink MX-5. Fortunately someone was really keen to buy your RX-8, in spite of the fact that it had been involved in that bad accident, and I got a very good price for you. Also, as the previous owner of the MX-5 was desperate to get rid off it, I bought that in at a good price also. As I am happy to pass on that saving to you, you should come out of this transaction without having lost any money. Maybe next time you will listen to my advice! Any way, enough of that; tell me all about your holiday." Reaching down Philip opened the car door and handed Georgina out. To her great surprise her put his arms around her and gave her a warm kiss on the cheek. "My goodness" she thought, trying hard to keep her face expressionless, "I clearly have some relationship with Philip, but are we lovers or just good mates? This is going to take some careful handling until I can tease out the truth." In the meantime Philip was continuing; "I'm really envious about your trip and am just sorry that I couldn't get away and join you as we had originally planned." ("A close relationship then!" thought Georgina.) She proceeded to tell Philip about the highlights of her trip; the fish she had caught and the meals she had enjoyed. Naturally she made no mention of the fact she had set off on holiday as a man and returned a woman! Philip took Georgina through to his office and poured her a cup of coffee. Once she had exhausted her holiday stories, Georgina raised another issue. "I really like driving the MX-5" she said "but I am somewhat surprised by its colour. I'm sure that it isn't standard and I have been wondering what prompted the previous owner to have it sprayed that particular shade. You must have her details on file. If she lives locally, I could pop round and see her. Do you have her name and address?" At first Philip demurred, muttering about "client confidentiality" and "data protection", but, in truth, he could never deny Georgina anything and, eventually, he called up the records on his computer and copied off the name and address of the previous owner. She was one Stephanie Robinson and, indeed, her address showed she lived only a couple of miles away. Georgina managed to note down Stephanie's mobile phone number and decided she would ring her the next day. In the meantime Philip was clearly all for the two of them going on somewhere for the evening, but Georgina pleaded fatigue from driving and managed to keep him at a distance. Whilst she had enjoyed fantasising about making love to Philip, she wanted to be more certain of their new relationship before giving him any real encouragement! The next morning, after breakfast, Georgina called Stephanie Robinson on her mobile. A bubbly, girly voice answered; "Hi you are through to Stephanie. How can I help you?" Georgina was not impressed. "This doesn't sound hopeful" she thought. Never the less she pressed on; "Hallo, my name is Georgina and I am the new owner of the Mazda MX-5 I believe you used to own." Stephanie's voice changed, becoming darker and less open. "If you are the owner of my old car, did you find the note I wrote for you?" "Yes" acknowledged Georgina, "and it is that that I would like to talk to you about. Would it be alright if I called round to see you in, say, half an hour?" There was a bit of a pause and then a somewhat reluctant voice on the other end of the phone said that would be OK. Stephanie gave Georgina her address - confirming what she already knew - and they arranged to meet up half an hour later. It wasn't far to drive to where Stephanie lived. The address proved to be a fairly smart block of 1930's apartments which had clearly been recently renovated. "She's not short of a bob or two if she can afford to live here" thought Georgina. She rang the bell for Stephanie's apartment and, on being admitted, took the lift up to the appropriate floor. Stephanie was standing in her doorway waiting for Georgina to arrive; she was a vision in pink!!! It was hard to put any precise age to Stephanie as she had one of those slightly unformed, little girl faces. She was a platinum blonde - "almost certainly courtesy of a bottle" thought Georgina cattily. Stephanie was wearing a flower patterned pink mini-dress, which displayed her shapely legs to great advantage, and very high-heeled pink sandals. Georgina was pleased that, having made her threats to the little pink car, she no longer felt compelled to dress only in pink. "It would have been too much for us both to look like that" she thought. Today Georgina had chosen to wear a pale blue linen shift dress with white pumps and cardigan. Georgina approached Stephanie with a smile. "Hi I'm Georgina" she said, by way of introduction. "You must be Stephanie. It is kind of you to agree to see me." Stephanie ushered her into the flat and offered her a seat in the comfortably furnished lounge. Looking around, the style was mush too fussy for Georgina's taste. Ornaments covered every surface and there were several mirrors on the walls. Clearly Stephanie enjoyed looking at her own reflection! "What a lovely room" Georgina forced out as a matter of politeness. "Oh do you like it?" gurgled Stephanie. "I just adore pink and all my gentlemen friend seem to enjoy coming here." "Have I got it wrong" mussed Georgina, "this empty headed bimbo doesn't sound much like the "Steve" who wrote me that warning note." "You were the previous owner of a pink Mazda MX-5, registration RS61YPT?" she enquired. "Oh yes" gushed Stephanie. "Isn't it a pretty colour? I just adored it but I don't need a car now. My gentlemen friends either take me in their cars or pay for my taxi. It is so much more convenient." At this point Georgina was ready to give up in disgust and leave. Stephanie may have been the previous owner of the little pink car, but clearly she wasn't going to get any sense out this silly young woman. Just as Georgina was about to leave, Stephanie seemed to experience some form of convulsion. Her body shuddered violently; her eyes rolled; and she shook her head vigorously. When her eyes came back in focus and she re-engaged contact with Georgina, some dramatic change had taken place. No longer the simpering, silly girl, a bright intelligence spoke urgently to Georgina. "Thank god for that; I have temporally regained control of our body from that inane little tramp. I am Steve, the one who wrote you that note. I must be brief because I don't know how long I can keep "her" out. It becomes harder and harder as each day passes. It won't be long before "Stephanie" is totally in control and I, "Steve", will be reduced to screaming silently in her head." Georgina was non- plussed but indicated to "Steve" that he should continue. "Have you always been a woman?" demanded Steve, "or were you a man before you purchased that accursed car?" Georgina acknowledged that until a couple of weeks ago she had, indeed, been of the masculine gender. "My name was George" she said, "and that is why I want to come and talk to you. I am determined to get to the bottom of what has happened to me and, in order to do that; I must track back through the owners of the car until I find the one who gave it its magical powers." "I think I can help you" said Steve, "but I must be quick. You need to know that until a couple of months ago I was a very successful City trader. I had just received my bonus and had decided to treat myself to the Ferrari I have always wanted. I was just thinking about which dealership I should approach, when I found this advertising card in my junk mail." (S)he turned and rummaged through a drawer until she found a small card which she passed to Georgina. It read: Sumptuous Roadsters Unlimited The car of your dreams at a price you can afford; Call: 07938 666 666 0r email : [email protected] Steve/Stephanie continued; "It seemed as good a place to start as any, so I rang the number and spoke to "Wiz". He said he had just the car for me in stock and quoted a very competitive price. Of course I immediately suspected something wasn't quite right about the deal, but, hey, I'm a big boy and know how to look out for myself, so I made an appointment to meet Wiz and look over the car. He told me how to get to his place, which was on the edge of our out-of-town shopping centre, and I went over. What Wiz had told me was true; he had a fabulous selection of cars - both modern and vintage; all in immaculate condition." Ste(phanie) paused; "then something very strange happened" (s)he continued. "Although I had gone there to look at a Ferrari, I found myself enthusing over a stupid pink Mazda. I mean; none of my friends would be seen dead in such a cheap little car and here was I saying how wonderful it was. I was also shocked to hear the language I was using. Words such as "sweet", "dinky", "adorable" seemed to be tripping off my tongue. Anyway to cut to the chase; within half an hour I had bought the Mazda. I couldn't believe it; here was I a successful businessman aiming to buy a Ferrari, driving away in a Mazda MX-5; and a shocking-pink one to boot!" "I tried to convince myself that it was all some ghastly mistake and after a couple of miles I turned round to take it back; but I couldn't find the site of "Sumptuous Roadsters Unlimited". Where I thought it was turned out to be an empty lot. I drove around the area for ages, but simply could not find them. I rang the mobile number I had, but only got an answer message; "I am sorry but we are temporally unavailable." Eventually I drove home." Georgina frowned as she considered Stephanie's story so far. The inexplicable desire to buy the pink Mazda and the subsequent disappearance of the dealership all pointed towards something magical. She studied the card carefully. "Roadsters" was easy; just another, somewhat old-fashioned expression to describe a sports-car. "Sumptuous" also didn't present too much of a problem. Her Mazda was certainly immaculately turned out; in pristine condition, with leather upholstery, and a spectacular range of accessories. "Unlimited" however, gave her pause for thought. She was familiar with "Limited" companies, but she had never heard of an "unlimited" one. The whole point of being "limited" was to establish a defined level to financial risk; an "unlimited" company could be very damaging to its owners. Then she considered whether "unlimited" might, instead, refer to the number and range of cars on offer; there was no way she was going to resolve this dilemma until she had a chance to talk to the mysterious "Wiz". Steve continued with his tale; "The morning after I bought the car, I had no option but to use it. I was dreading what my colleagues would say; I knew I would be teased unmercifully. So I set off for work but never arrived there; the car just seemed to take over. I drove out into the country and put some music in the CD player. I must have gone into some form of trance because the next thing I can remember is drawing up outside my home late that evening; I had been driving aimlessly all day. I felt very tired and went straight to bed. When I got up the next morning I found that I was starting to develop feminine characteristics. I don't need to detail all that to you as I know you have been through the same experience. Suffice it say, after three days I was as you now see me; 100% female. This was bad enough, but my body seemed to be dictating what I should do. I sent a letter of resignation to my employer; moved out of my flat on the river and into this apartment. I found I only wanted to wear clothing that was predominantly pink and mostly extremely revealing. It was awful" Tears suddenly sprang into Steve's eyes and Georgina felt moved to sit next to him/her and to offer comfort. With an obvious effort Steve continued; "It was then that "Stephanie" appeared in my mind. She told me that she would be in charge in future and that "Steve" would eventually disappear. That first evening she made me put on the most outrageous dress; it hardly concealed anything. I drove to a club I had never been to before where I was greeted like an old friend by the bouncer on the door. He admitted me with any entry fee and, within minutes, I was on the dance floor being groped by a sexy hunk. What made it so much worse was that I found I liked it and was getting turned on! After about an hour, one of the waitresses came over and told me my "date" had arrived. Once again "Stephanie" dictated my behaviour and I found myself sashaying over to a handsome older man. We danced for a bit and then he led me off to an inner room. Well, I need hardly tell you what happened next; in no time at all my panties were round my ankles and I was flat on my back being shagged to within an inch of my life. Part of me was horrified by what was happening, but my other half revelled in it. Since then I have discovered that I have a small but distinguished clientele of "gentlemen admirers" who keep me in a great deal of comfort and luxury. In short I have become a very high-class call-girl - a "grande horizontale" as they say in France! Of course I have a pimp who takes a large chunk of my earnings, but I am doing very nicely thank you!" Steve paused and took a deep breath. "From time to time I manage to regain control" he said. "Initially "Stephanie" was not as strong as she is now and I could force my way to the surface. I tried to get away, but each time that damnable magic car did something to stop me. Finally I did manage to fool it into thinking I just want to go out to buy some new dresses, but at the first car showroom I passed, I rushed in and sold it. The salesman thought he had got a bargain as I asked for much less than the market value. I just had the strength of will to scribble that note and shove it in the glove compartment before dashing away." "My victory didn't last however, I hadn't gone far - just reached the High Street in fact - when I spotted this darling little dress in a shop window that I knew would go down a wow at the club. "Stephanie" was back in control and I knew I just had to buy it. It really is a sweet little dress; strawberry pink sequins, with a little halter top and it barely covers my bum; the guys love it......" Stephanie prattled on about this, and other dresses she owned, without, seemingly, noticing that the topic of conversation had totally shifted. Georgina sat back in amazement. Stephanie's story had shocked her to the core; but it differed so greatly from her experience. Granted both men had been transformed into beautiful women within a few days of becoming the owner of the magic Mazda, but whilst Steve's personality had been taken over by a feminine alter-ego, "George" still existed as a fully functioning component of "Georgina". She thought hard. The only way in which (s)he could say his/her mind had been effected was the calmness with which she had accepted the transformation. Beyond that she retained all her old memories and didn't feel under any compulsion to act in a manner contrary to what she believed to be right. Yet another conundrum that she could only address once she had tracked down the elusive Wiz! She turned back to continue her conversation with Steve but found, whilst she had been digesting his story, "Stephanie" had regained control of their shared body. Once again the face before her was the simpering bimbo; the intelligent, anxious eyes had gone, to be replaced by those of the vacant, submissive call-girl. Realising she wasn't going to be able to extract any more information from Stephanie; Georgina quickly took her leave and drove home. She had a lot to think about! Mussing over her supper that evening, Georgina weighed up her experience over the last couple of weeks with the story she had heard from Stephanie/Steve. Clearly the magic had worked on each of them in different ways; but why? She determined she would try and get in touch with "Wiz" of "Sumptuous Roadsters Unlimited" first thing the following morning. Next day Stephanie debated whether to phone or email. Stephanie had said that when she had tried ringing, she had only got an answer-phone message; still it might be worth trying that route first. If she did get through it would undoubtedly avoid the delay inevitable in the use of an email. Accordingly she rang the number. A rich masculine voice came on the line almost straight away. "Hallo Georgina" she heard him say "I was wondering how long it would take you get in touch with me. I have to say you have been quicker than I thought; I am impressed." "How do you know my name and that is me ringing now?" demanded Georgina angrily. A deep chuckle came down the line; "Well you have already worked out that your transformation is as a result of magical influences. If I am clever enough to do that, is it so surprising that I can anticipate when you are going to ring me? It wouldn't be much good my being a fully paid up wizard if I couldn't do something as simple as that!" Georgina had to admit that, given the twisted logic of the whole situation, what Wiz was saying sort of made sense. "I need to talk to you about what has happened to me and why" she demanded. "You can't go around randomly changing the sex of people you have never met." The wizard's voice took on an apologetic tone. "Yes I know my dear, and I am very sorry about what has happened to you. You have inadvertently become embroiled in a spell that was designed and intended for someone else. Look, it would be better if we were to talk face to face. In 15 minutes you will find my establishment on the plot Stephanie told you about. It will take you that long to drive here and I look forward to meeting you very shortly." So saying he rang off and Georgina put her phone down in confusion; not sure whether she was pleased to have made contact or scared about what might happen next. In any event she was determined to see this through, so, having checked her hair and make-up in a mirror - (some feminine habits were becoming second nature), she jumped into her little pink car and drove off to the shopping centre. Just as the wizard had said, she found a large car showroom with the sign "Sumptuous Roadsters Unlimited" above the door. She parked her car and walked in. "Sumptuous Roadsters" was a good description! Although not an expert on cars, George knew enough to recognise that there were some very rare and important motors on display and all in pristine condition. The wizard was waiting for her. Advancing, he took her hand in his and, bending, kissed it. Georgina felt a blush rise to he cheeks. "How do you do" she stammered in embarrassment. Raising her eyes from the floor, she looked directly at the man responsible for her predicament. He was of medium build and height; somewhat older than one might expect for a car salesman; and conservatively dressed in a deep navy blue suit of impeccable cut. His hair was snow white and well cut and he sported a crisp white beard. "I trimmed it especially for you my dear" he announced with a smile; "Normally I wear both my hair and beard much longer!" On closer examination, Georgina realised that his suit, which had taken to be of a single blue colour, in fact sparkled with myriads of minute stars which seemed to move through the cloth. Clearly this was no ordinary man. The Wizard led Georgina through to his office and poured her a cup of coffee. He sat down behind his desk, across from her, and gazed at her thoughtfully. "I guess I had better start from the beginning" he started. "As you may have realised, I am a very powerful wizard and I spend much of my time ensuring that people who behave badly towards others receive their just deserts. Mostly I am dealing with men but, from time to time, a badly behaving woman crosses my path and she receives the same sort of treatment. I usually run my business out of a mobile store called "Spells R Us" but recently I have been considering branching out; this car showroom is my first such venture." "Now it so happens that a few weeks ago my store was located in this very shopping centre and I had just completed the business for which I had come when I realised I was running out of coffee. As I find magically produced coffee just doesn't have the flavour of the real thing, I popped out to buy a few packets of beans. I had hardly left the store before I noticed a young woman sobbing her heart out on a nearby bench. Naturally I asked if she was alright and was there anything I could do to help. She poured her story out to me. Apparently she had been seeing a successful City businessman who had dumped her once he learned she was pregnant. Not an unfamiliar story but one that on this occasion moved me deeply. I did what I could for the girl - which was to ensure - magically of course - that she would shortly meet and fall in love with a kind young man who would cherish, love and take care of her." "When I returned to my store I was very angry with the man who had caused her all this distress and indulged in a little crystal ball gazing to see what I could find out about him. I discovered that this wasn't the first girl he had impregnated and abandoned. Steve Robinson, for yes it was he, seemed to make a practice of picking up vulnerable girls and ditching them as soon as they thought he was serious about them. I decided he needed to be taught a lesson about how it feels to be viewed solely as a sex object. Accordingly I prepared the little Mazda as a transformation and control machine and arrange a trap to ensure that Steve bought it. That part of the plan worked brilliantly but, unfortunately, I had underestimated Steve's strength of will. He fought back against "Stephanie" and to some extent succeeded. He was supposed to keep the car until his transformation was complete and then bring it back to me here. Somehow he managed to get rid of it early and, of course as we now know, you borrowed it for your holiday." "As far as Steve is concerned, the magic is too far advanced for him to ever go back. In a few days the "Stephanie" personality will be in total control and all "Steve" will be able to do is howl inwardly and learn at first hand what it is like to be abused by men." The Wizard's voice had taken on a frighteningly stern tone as he reached the climax of his tale and Georgina shivered inwardly; this was not a man to cross. "Now to you" he continued his voice lightening and a smile illuminating his features. "I am afraid you too are destined to live the rest of your life as a woman. I am very sorry that it has happened but once the process is 100% complete it is irreversible. However, as the "punishment parts" of the spell were not designed with you in mind, you will retain your own personality and not become some mindless, controlled bimbo. I have already twisted reality a bit so that everyone who knows you believes you have always been a woman. As "George" you were exceptionally intelligent and hard working and will continue to be so as "Georgina". I see no reason why you should not live a long, happy and successful life, but it will be as a woman not a man!" The "George" side of Georgina knew she should be appalled and angry about the casual way the Wizard was brushing aside his change of gender as though it were no different to putting on a new suit of clothes. However, this anger did not seem to be materialising and Georgina realised that as far as she was concerned she really wasn't that worried about living as a woman for the rest of her life. It wasn't something that she, whilst George, would ever have contemplated but, now that it had happened, it wasn't any great deal and, indeed, there were aspects of the change that she really liked. For example, she loved the way men ran to do things for her, rather than having to struggle on her own; and she adored the range of colours and styles of clothing available to her as a woman compared the boring selection men had to choose from. (She slight qualified the second thought; her delight in women's clothing had only started once she had convinced the magic car to stop forcing her into pink!) "So what happens now?" Georgina asked the Wizard. "Well my dear" he replied "I suggest you get back to that young man of yours and start planning your future life. You have realised, I suppose, that in this reality Philip is deeply in love with you?" Georgina blushed; "I had sort of come to that conclusion" she giggled. "What about the car? I have become quite fond of it and we seem to have established a working arrangement together!" "You keep it for now" said the Wizard "and, when the time comes to get rid of it, give me a call and I will buy it back from you. Whilst you won't experience any more changes whilst using the car, it is far too powerful a magic object to risk it getting into the hands of someone else. Who know what they might turn into?!" Georgina thanked the Wizard for explaining what had happened to bring about her transformation. Her Scottish holiday may have had an unexpected outcome, but at least her mind was now at rest; her doubts and uncertainties having been resolved. She was secretly appalled about the way the Wizard had treated Steve Robinson. The man might have been an unprincipled womaniser, but the high-handed, autocratic manner in which the Wizard casually took control of people's destinies worried her greatly. Saying goodbye, Georgina rose and shook the Wizard's hand. "As you advise I will get on the rest of my life" she said with a, slightly forced, smile and took her leave as quickly as she could. "I think I got away relatively lightly compared with most of those who cross his path" she mussed to herself as she drove away in the little pink car. (.......And that is really the end of Georgina's story. She did indeed resume her professional life and was as successful in it as a woman as she had hoped to be as a man. There is however one small final event to relate.....) Some months after the events outlined above, the Wizard received a phone call. However this time it wasn't one of those he had put into his diary to anticipate. It was Georgina. "You know you said I should return the Mazda to you when it was time to change cars" she started. "Well now is the time; when can we meet?" They fixed an appointment for the following day and, true enough, when Georgina drove up to the previously empty lot, there was the "Sumptuous Roadsters Unlimited" showroom. The Wizard greeted Georgina warmly, failing to note that her response was more circumspect and cautious. "Once bitten, twice shy"; Georgina had no intention of falling under the Wizard's influence again - intentionally or otherwise! "I've come to return the Mazda" she said. "It is a lovely car and I have really enjoyed driving it. We have become quite good friends and I shall be sorry to say goodbye to it. However Philip is adamant that a sports-car is no vehicle for an expectant mother and he is busy finding me a boring old Volvo 4-wheel drive!" The wizard looked Georgina up and down and noticed the first faint signs of her "baby-bump". "Congratulations my dear" he enthused. "When is the baby due?" "Oh not for six months yet" replied Georgina; "we have a wedding to organise before then!" "I have an invitation here for you" she continued. "I do hope you can come." "Of course I will" replied the Wizard. "And in due course we would like you to be one of the baby's godparents" Georgina announced, to his surprise. "I would be honoured my dear" he responded and with hugs and kisses Georgina left. As she drove away in a taxi, having left the little pink Mazda on the forecourt, Georgina breathed a sigh of relief. "Well it is a risk" she thought "but it will definitely be safer having the Wizard on our side as a friend, protecting the family, rather than working against us. I wonder what sort of Godparent he will be. I'm willing to bet birthday and Christmas presents from him will be anything but boring! She laughed out loud, to the surprise of the taxi driver, and drove away to contemplate life as a working woman, wife and mother.