Better Alive Than DeadChapter 2 Departure
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preface; Although this story may sound like an attempt at actual
literature, I assure you it's sole purpose is to hopefully get someone
turned on enough to, uh , well, use your imagination, I did. It is a
story unlike any other that I have stumbled upon so far thruought my
readings across many websites. So if any of it sounds familiar, well
thats just luck.
What makes a day seem different than any other? Nothing? I mean every so
often something serious or life altering happens, unfortunately most of
them seem to be bad, like death or injury. I suppose you have some idea
in your head about the odds of being in a train derailment, or a plane
crash, or a car accident. Possibly you've thought about the odds of shark
attacks or lightning strikes, but who in their right mind when pondering
upon such things ever thinks," I wonder what the odds are I'll end up as
an immovable piece of art, or what are the odds I'll swap gender or turn
into a frog?" Yeah, right! That would assume that magic is real and come
on everybody knows it aint, right?, or is it? Up untill a certain day in
my life I myself would scoff at people wondering about such absurd odds if
somehow they mentioned them while conversing. Let me tell you about that
day.
Saturday, what a great day, most of the time, a day off planned and
excecuted perfectly is always a good feeling, sometimes great. This
particular Saturday was a day set aside for shopping, in particular,
grocery. I moseyed down to the local mega-mart and grabbed a cart. I
unfortunatley made the mistake of shopping while hungary. Thats what
happens when you sleep in and hit the road an hour before you start
getting hungary again. So here I am mid-shopping trip and not only am I
starving, but I have to use the bathroom. This paticular store though it
is huge is kind of old school. They don't really have customer bathrooms,
but by law must have the employee bathrooms in the back marked so you can
find them. When I went past the swinging bar style doors to my suprise
was a shopping cart parking area for restroom users. I thought that was
nice touch for such an old store. From there I had to walk past a couple
isles of backroom storage to get to the restroom doors. As I passed one
of them which was dimly lit down on the end I thought I saw something, so
I looked and it startled me thinking I saw a person, but then upon longer
inspection it appeared to be a mannequin. So I kept going to take care of
my buisness. However I got a cold chill down my spine.
I started thinking about what a grocery store needed a mannequin for. If
they ever needed life people looking things, they were ususally cardboard
and over by the in store Subway. No, they didn't have any displays of any
kind that would require a mannequin. Maybe the owner of this store owned
a clothing or department store. Maybe It's some sort of inter store prank
or maybe it's like two grudge match footbal teams from different towns and
this is this store's way of taking the mascot from the Sears next door.
Who knows, but it sure kills the time thinking about this stuff when your
in a gross place and wish you didn't need to use it. Ziippp. Hmmm, maybe
Ill check it out on the way back, as long as nobody sees me go in there.
I mean, like how embarrasing would that be?
The coast is clear, I move down the isle and sure enough It's a mannequin,
female, undressed a model with hair, a curley redhead. That seems odd.
I've never seen a mannequin with red hair and I don't remember ever seeing
one with curley hair either. Most that I've ever seen are bald or blonde.
So I wonder if it's attached or a wig, I pull on it. Ow, who pulled my
hair?! I quickly turn and find nobody, however I find it a little strange
that upon turning and abrubtly stopping my hair didn't seem to. I have
short hair, like a #4 cut on a wahl hair cutting tool. So I freak out a
little thinking maybe I just got in a spider web, oh I hate spiders. So I
brush my hands in a frantic move to clear my self of whatever spider may
be on my head only realize that this extra mass of fiber is not sticky,
and thankfully does not contain an eight legged creature. However the
mystery remains, What the Hell just happened?! I inspect "my" hair. It's
red and curley. What the f___!? I immediately look at the mannequin and
it now has a #4 wahl cut. Ok, um this doesn't happen. Am I dreaming?
Did someone spike something I ate or drank? Pinch, ow. I've been alone
all day, so unless I spiked my own food inadvertantly, um no. Hey what's
that? I don't remember seeing you there before.
A post-it-note right on the right breast. It says,"touch me." Now just
hold on a second, the last time I touched you we traded hairstyles, I
think to myself. The note now reads," I know." So what is this the two
word post-it-note magic mannequin? So I figure if we swapped hair before
maybe I could touch the hair again, trade back and be on my way, forget
this ever happened and go on living a "normal" life, or well lets jus try
the hair again first. And, nothing, zero zilch nada. Now what? Oh, look
the note changed back to the previous two words. It's at this point that
I start to get a bad feeling and that sensation goes down my spine again.
That may be because I started to realize that I may never get my hair back
and this is kinda fascinating, turning me on a bit in excitement, not
knowing what will happen or even what's going on. It does play into a
fantasy of mine sort-of. I've been a bit caught up in inanimate
transformations for some time. Could this be a possible outcome, or maybe
a tg transformation awaits. Then again it could just be some dark evil
tormenting curse, or it is to the right person and paradise to, well the
other kind of right person.
Ok here goes. I lift off the post-it-note and it drops to the floor, I'm
hoping nobody sees me doing this. I go in for, wait a minute, that is an
anatomically correct, oh who cares, a gentle kiss to the nipple and feel
and incredible sensation to mine. I am shocked but I've already weighed
the risks and keep playing. Instant and most incredible erection I've
ever had forms. I reach for the other nipple as I keep sucking on this
one. Wow, incredible sensations. As I wonder what the whole breast
feels like I am more or less immediately rewarded with the answer to that
question as I begin to fondle one. As I contemplate touching the crotch I
shoot a load, the sensations and imagination is too much for me. I touch
the vaginal spot. It had a metal bar going into it. I feel it dissapear
in my hand as I start to penetrate the opening I am already lost in some
sort of orgasm that just keeps washing over me, so different so difficult
to remain silent. The mannequin falls over backward, I try to catch it as
a hand brushes across an arm, one of mine suddenly goes stiff. It falls,
and oddly I fall on top of it. My body had apparently been changing along
with mannequin and though I suspected it didn't sense it. Well what do
expect when your receiving all these pleasures?
Turns out while I was fondeling,"myself?", a square metal bar had grown
out inbetween my legs giving me a slight lift off the floor, so when I
stepped forward to catch the mannequin, well I wasn't prepared for the way
my step was going to be. So after the crash and serious mood killer,
considering I was still in a public place, though darkly lit, I still
didn't want any more company. After a few minutes of playing dead to make
sure no one came looking for the noise I finally decided to take inventory
on my body. Since I fell face first into the mannequin, my face into the
mannequins tummy, I quickly realized I had very little flexibility. When
I moved my right arm to my chest I felt a breast. When I moved my left I
also felt a breast, however this one was hard as a rock, or well maybe
plastic. That was so weird being able to move every part of my body but
some of it was here and some was there. Reaching down in my pants I felt
a cold hard steel rod going into a plastic vagina. It was not removable.
So what now all of me in two different places forever? Oh yeah you know,
not gonna happen. I'm leaving this place in one piece even if it's not
the same piece I came in with. This time however instead of going for the
stimulationI go for the whole makeover. I touch the legs, thighs, hips,
sides, it kinda looks like a police pat down, only with one arm. More and
more of me is transferred over to the previous mannequin becoming flesh,
only of the oposite gender I walked in. I touch the head then the face.
I only have one last thing to touch. The left arm. With this completed I
am well complete. I am now female. Didn't see that one coming today!
Or this one. The mannequin suddenly comes to life. "Where do you think
your going?" Without Skipping a beat I say, "Home." Wait a minute,
before I can respond or even realize I need to clothe myself I am suddenly
stiff. I am confronted by the person Who is in the body I had a minute
ago. She procedes to tell me about this ten fold curse, and how she's
number nine, and the only thing I can do is imagine into existance words
on an imagined into existance post-it-note to get people to touch me and
release me from this spell. As she is putting on my clothes which fit
horribly she tells me that this curse has been active for about 90 years
and she was captured by it for about ten herself. One of the previous was
in it for a day another for a year, but one poor soul was trapped for 20
years. On her way out she wishes me the best of luck and says she doesn't
know what's supposed to happen to ten. She figured nothing since that was
supposed to be the run of the curse. Well here I am. Stuck.
But then a stockroom clerk comes in to change a light bulb. "Who put this
here?" he mumbles under his breath referring to me. He manages not to
touch me as he sets up his ladder and change his bulb. On the way down
though the ladder shifts he nearly drops the bulb and bare hands a breast.
He is in shock as he realizes it feels like warm flesh. Suddenly the new
bulb bursts above us he lunges my direction and touches me all over. He
is in shock as he feels girley parts pleasure, and oh what a ride so do I.
I feel everything he does. As he realizes that parts of him are getting
stiff he starts to freak out, yet keeps his cool enough to not draw
attention. Unbelievably no one came running when the bulb dropped. He
wonders what to do, I think, "Finish it". and poof a magic post-it-note.
Wait a minute how did I read his thoughts? He sees the note and ponders
what it means. I think, "touch all of me" which appears in two words at
a time on the note. He takes considerable time contemplating the possible
results of going one way or the other. Since nothing wears out he decides
he's committed, he's going all the way. He does it quickly and well, more
or less poof I'm human again but cant move myself yet. Snap, thats better
I'm back in control and he's a she statue. Wait a minute her complexion
is softening she is becoming human again also, unfortunately staying a
she, I sensed that that when she was a he, he was proud of his gender and
considered being female a curse. I steel the clercks pants and jacket and
make a b-line for the exit. She needs no explaining the curse is broke.
I make it out before she can move or speak.
So I find my spare key and drive home. Now I'm wondering what sort of day
my girlfriend is going to have.
Fin.
Alessandra
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