Black List V AscensionChapter 2
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"Oh my God, what are you looking at, Bob!?" yelled Mary, gazing over
Bob's shoulder at the computer..
"Oh get over it, it's not a big deal." said Bob, who hadn't heard her
sneak in. "It's just a beauty contest. This is the bikini part of it.
See the one on the right? I think she's going to win."
"It IS a big deal. Where are those girls from?"
"Thailand, I think.."
"I swear to God, if I catch you one more time... Do you know how those
girls are abused and exploited, Bob? Do you even care? Is that the
kind of girl you want, some abused girl who's dragged from her village
to wear a bikini?"
"Stop being such a drama queen! I'm pretty sure no one puts a gun to
their heads, Mary. No one makes them go to these. Look at that one,
the tall one on the right with the red bikini. See how she's smiling?
She's happy! Look how happy she is."
"I don't know. I bet they're miserable inside. And I wish you would
never look at those girls again, because it degrades you and me and all
those girls, treating them like playthings. You know if I weren't here,
I bet you'd be one of those creepy guys putting up personal ads: 'Well-
to-do American man seeks beautiful Thai woman for companionship and
love.' Those guys are such idiots - all they want is sex and all the
girls want is money!"
Bob had had enough, so he went off to sleep in the guest room.
...
Mary slowly walked into the bookstore. Tons of books, literally,
falling all over the place. It was the local emporium of Thai culture,
and there was a man here who had strange powers (or so it was rumored),
great powers. Supposedly, he was a Buddhist monk, but nobody knew for
sure. And nobody could say his name, so they called him the Magic Man.
"Hey, is the Magic Man here?" she said hopefully.
"Yeah, in the back."
She found him in his office staring intently at the computer.
Without looking at her or even moving a muscle, he said, "What's up?"
"Hello, sir. Good day to you. My name is Mary Smith and I want to tell
you about a grave disrespect to your culture that my husband commits."
The Magic Man raised one eyebrow curiously. "He looks at pictures of
half-naked girls on the internet. Regularly."
"That is a grave offense." He didn't bat an eyelash, but she could tell
he was being sarcastic.
"No, seriously, he looks at Thai girls. In bikinis. He objectifies
your women! And I have to get him to stop. Some way. If there is only
some way for him to know how painful and awful it is to be one of those
girls, to step into their shoes for a short time..." She paused
expectantly.
"You want me to turn him into one of those girls?" he said.
"Just temporarily. To teach him a lesson."
"Fine," the man said. "It'll be $50." He opened a drawer and took out
a red pill. "If he takes this, he'll look like one of those girls by
the next morning." He opened another drawer and took out a blue pill.
"If he takes this, he'll be back to himself. But he has to take it
within one week, or he's stuck."
"Why?"
"Who knows? I don't make the rules." He pointed vaguely towards the
heavens. "Good to do business with you." He waved her out dismissively
and turned his gaze back to his computer. Out of curiosity, Mary leaned
to see what he was staring at raptly, and saw he was watching the same
bikini contest her husband had been watching.
"Oh for God's sake," she muttered under her breath. "Men!"
Bob and Mary were going to the beach next week, and she decided that
this would be the perfect time to give him the pill. They drove to the
hotel, and ate some supper. They were lying in bed, about to go to
sleep.
"Have a vitamin. It's good for you. You're looking wan."
"Alright." Bob absent-mindedly popped the vitamin, looked startled for
a second, and then felt very drowsy.
"Man, I slept on the plane, but I am exhausted." He closed his eyes for
a second, and when his eyes opened again, Mary could see his blue eyes
had changed to black.
"I think after you get some beauty sleep, you'll feel like a whole new
person." Mary chuckled to herself appreciatively at her wit.
Bob thought Mary had been acting weird the last few days, but whatever.
He was tired. He would worry about it in the morning.
Mary had a hard time getting to bed that night. She tossed and turned,
and looked at her husband in the moonlight, sleeping peacefully. Was
his body getting thinner and more feminine? She thought so. Was his
hair getting longer and darker? Almost definitely. She woke up
excitedly in the morning, with the first rays of the sun just entering
the room. It worked! The girl next to her was fast asleep, her long
black hair partly covering her face, her breasts noticeable through
Bob's old T-shirt.
"Bob." The girl didn't move.
"Hey Bob!" The girl turned over and went back to sleep.
"Bob, wake up! Let's go to the beach!"
The girl rubbed her eyes, and stared at Mary. Mary had no attraction to
girls, but even she could tell this girl was a knockout. Her long black
hair flowed down her back. Her wideset, almond-shaped black eyes stared
at her wordlessly. She had a cute button nose, high cheekbones, and
luscious, kissable lips. Her husband had become a beautiful Asian girl.
Her husband would fit right in in one of those horrid bikini contests.
The girl said "Geeeez, Mary. Sleep in, it's a vacation." As soon as
the girl said this, she grabbed her throat and coughed. "Man, I'm
losing my voice" she said. She took a look at her hand. "What's wrong
with me?" she began to sound desperate. "That's not my hand!" She
looked down at her legs, smooth and brown. She sat up with a start, and
ran to the bathroom. To her satisfaction, Mary heard a little feminine
scream.
Then she heard riotous laughter.
'Bob' walked back into the room laughing. "What a weird dream! You're
right, Mary, I need to stop watching those swimsuit contests." The girl
who Bob had become laid down, closed her eyes, and tried to get back to
sleep.
Mary smiled and said, "It's not a dream, Bob."
The girl opened her eyes for a second, said, "Yes it is," then closed
them again.
Mary pinched her.
The girl shrieked and looked reproachfully at Mary. "What's the matter
with you? What are you talking about? This is real? Did you do this
to me?"
"Yes I did, Bob. You needed to learn a lesson. You need to learn what
it's like to be objectified, to be sexualized, to be degraded. You need
to walk in someone else's high heels."
The girl closed her eyes for a few minutes, slowly beginning to realize
that this was not a dream, and said "How do I get my body back?"
"I'll decide when you're ready."
Bob was furious at two things. First, that he now had a vagina. The
second thing was even more irritating, though. He knew what Mary wanted
to hear as soon as he saw the smug look on her face. She wanted to hear
him beg to bring his male body back. She wanted him to tearfully
apologize for being such a piggish male and grovel at her feet,
regretting all the things he had done. She wanted sniveling, but she
wasn't going to get it. He was going to wipe that smug look off her
face. He was going to blow this off. He'd been through worse.
"I have just one question for you, Mary."
"Yes?"
"When's breakfast?"
"What? I mean, I don't know. Probably till 10 - it's only 7:30."
"Well I'm hungry, but I need to take a shower first. Do you mind if I
go first?"
"I guess not."
Bob walked into the bath, and took his clothes off. He stared at the
mirror. His pert, sizable breasts bobbed up and down as he walked. His
skin was smooth, hairless and brown. His legs were long and thin. He
had become a very attractive young woman. It was useless to think of
himself as a "him" anymore, he was definitely a "she" now.
As she sat in the bath, wondering what to do, some ideas began to form.
Some wicked, vengeful ideas. She felt her new equipment, and let out an
involuntary moan when she hit a sensitive spot. Over the next half-
hour, she learned more about female anatomy and physiology than she had
in the last 10 years. Her ideas began to germinate and sprout in her
head, and by the end of her bath, were fully formed. She dried off,
rooted through Mary's suitcase, and found a pink bikini to put on. She
put on matching pink lipstick and smiled in the mirror.
She turned and walked out of the bathroom, smiling as she saw Mary's
stunned face. "How does it look? You're always complaining that your
swimsuit makes you look fat, it doesn't make me look fat, does it?"
"Uh, no, Bob, it doesn't."
"I wish that you wouldn't call me Bob anymore. You're now married to a
girl named Sirinya Kanaknateesawat, a beautiful girl from a small
village in Thailand. And you need to hurry, because we're going to miss
breakfast."
Sirinya grinned, showing her lovely white teeth.
Mary felt momentarily depressed. Bob would learn. This was just like
him blow things off, to pretend not to care, to pretend that he wasn't
affected at all. Well, he would learn but good this time around.
She tried to get Bob/Sirinya to wear more than a bikini to breakfast,
but Sirinya would have none of it. It was an outdoor brunch after all,
and she said she didn't need to be formal. Sirinya seemed to radiate
more energy and sexiness as men stared at her at the breakfast table.
She flirted with the waiter at the table, and got a free breakfast out
of it.
They had planned on going paddle boarding, and Sirinya said she still
wanted to go. The problem when they got there was that Sirinya could no
longer lift the board - she had lost most of her upper body strength in
the transformation. Mary smirked. Sirinya, resourcefully, said "Sir,
Sir" to the well-built built young man at the counter, and bounced up
and down enticingly. "Can you pleeeeease help me for just one second.
This board seems to be made of lead, oh my God! Can you just help me
get it in the ocean." The young man was more than happy to leave a long
line of people waiting, and ignore the sign that said "You must carry
your own boards, no exceptions" and carried it for her to the ocean.
"You know," she said to Mary, as they were bobbing in the ocean. "I
don't need big muscles to lift things anymore. I'll just get whatever
man is around to do it." Mary fumed.
That night, Sirinya said she wanted to go dancing.
Mary shook her head. "I bet all the clubs are full. And only certain
people can get in - you know how it is. Let's just go back to the
motel. I'm tired."
"I bet I can get us in." Sirinya stopped to talk to the doorman. "Hey,
Mr. Man, I heard the club is full, but my girlfriend and I are soooooo
hot to trot and we would LOOOVE to get in tonight."
"Of course, ladies" he said. He wondered what the hot girl in the
bikini was doing hanging around the grumpy looking woman, but it wasn't
really his business. Mary had several shots of vodka as she watched
Sirinya dance with various men. Finally, she couldn't take it, and
dragged her stupid, hot, bikini-wearing husband by the elbow out of the
club and had her drive them home.
That night, Mary was drunk. Very drunk and depressed. It wasn't
working at all like she had hoped. They laid down in bed together, and
Mary casting a wary eye, said not to get too close.
Sirinya embraced her, her breasts pushed up against her, and said,
"What's the matter? Are you scared of being around pretty girls in bed?
Are you afraid you'll awaken something inside you?"
"No, of course not. I'm very comfortable with homosexuals. They're
lovely people. I'm just not one of them. Get your tits away from me."
"Well, you're not racist are you? You're not afraid to share a bed with
a person from Thailand?"
"Bob, you're not Thai."
"Yes I am! The blood of the Kanaknateesawats runs through my veins,
and I can feel my ancestors becoming angered. Their blood is starting
to boil. Don't insult my honored dead relations, Mary. They'll haunt
you."
"Knock it off, Bob"
"Sirinya"
"Fine, Serena, Sninirina, whatever your name is, go to sleep" she said
drunkenly and fell half-asleep
Sirinya kissed Mary on the lips, and felt the drunken Mary half-kissing
back. She rolled on top of her and kissed her harder. Mary definitely
kissed back this time. Sirinya slid down under the sheets, sucked her
nipples, and then put her head between Mary's legs and used her tongue
and her new firsthand knowledge of female anatomy to try to lift Mary's
spirits. She could feel Mary's body tightening at first at the
unfamiliar sensation, then relaxing, then starting to rhythmically
bounce, then suddenly arch her back and let out a moan. After Mary had
relaxed again, and started to fall asleep, Sirinya repeated the process.
And then again.
The next morning, Mary woke up with a splitting headache.
She squinted into the sun, and then saw her husband in a white bra and
panties stirring a pot of coffee.
"I made a pot of coffee for us, lover." Sirinya said brightly.
"You're not my lover" said Mary irritatedly.
"You sure were last night."
In a cold sweat, Mary realized that she may have drunkenly, accidentally
had sex with someone who wasn't technically of the opposite sex any
more.
"Boy, you Americans are wild in bed." said Sirinya. " I had no idea,
just from looking at you, that you would be so passionate around other
women."
"In my inebriated state, Bob, I thought you still had your male body.
Of course, I still have feelings for that man, not you. I am not wild.
I was drunk."
"You thought I was Bob? You never called me 'Sugar Tits' when I was
Bob. I didn't remember you ever asking to feel my 'Sweet little pussy'
when I was a man, either."
"First off, I would never say that. Plus, I was drunk. Give me the
coffee."
Mary sobered up, and looked at Sirinya. She was quite an attractive
young lady, Mary had to admit. If Mary were oriented that way (which
she definitely was not), she would be bedazzled at the sight. She
looked at Sirinya's brown cleavage, showing tantalizingly above her
white push-up bra.
The two women went shopping that day. Sirinya bought several more
bikinis, a purse, and some sexy lingerie. As a nod to propriety, she
bought a floral print dress to wear, but it didn't hide her charms too
much.
Mary refused alcohol at the dinner that night. She was not going to
have a repeat of the night before. She was proudly heterosexual, and
she was going to stay that way.
Mary wiped off her makeup and put on her frumpiest T-shirt and shorts.
Sirinya put on bright lipstick and her new sexy lingerie, a pink thong
and a peek-a-boo bra. Mary tried not to look, but she could see
Sirinya's dark nipples poking into the fabric of her bra, and it began
to make her think uncomfortable thoughts. She could feel a tingle in
her groin area that she was concerned about.
"Just one little kiss" said Sirinya teasingly. "I can never ever fall
asleep without a goodnight kiss."
Mary sighed and said that was fine, just one kiss though. The kiss
lingered, and Sirinya felt Mary's hips begin to sway. Hips don't lie,
Sirinya thought. Mary wrapped her legs around her, and Sirinya peeled
Mary's clothes off until she was naked. "Do what you did last night"
Mary panted. Sirinya was more than happy to oblige, and heard the moans
and felt the shaking begin soon. They lay in bed holding hands for a
couple minutes, then Mary took the initiative this time, and slid her
hands around Sirinya, taking her bra off, and then sliding her panties
off. The two naked women kissed passionately, and had sex until they
fell asleep from exhaustion.
Mary again woke up to find Sirinya making coffee. This time, Mary had
no excuse. She wasn't drunk. She remembered everything vividly. She
was still naked underneath the sheets. She looked at Sirinya with
different eyes this morning - she was a damn sexy woman. She hungrily
looked up and down her lithe brown body, wearing a purple bikini, a
delicate, luminous, heavenly body. Who wouldn't want to have sex with
her? Look at her! Sirinya was like a present that she could unwrap
several times a day, and every time, Mary would get something unexpected
and wonderful.
"I need something to wake me up, Sirinya!"
"Coffee?"
"No, something more ... intimate."
The two women began going at it again, but Mary fell asleep afterwards
this time.
She began to dream, and she saw nothing, but heard voices, whispering
excitedly.
"Have you heard about Mary?" one voice said.
"No, what about her?" the other voice said.
"I heard she dumped her husband."
"Oh my God, really?"
"Yeah, and she's dating someone from Thailand."
"No WAY!"
"Yeah, but here's the scandalous part. This someone from Thailand is a
lingerie model - Mary's sleeping with a woman!"
"Oh my God, I had no idea she was secretly a lesbian. Of all people!
She was always so respectable! I can't believe she was on the down low!
Poor Bob, how is he doing?"
"No one knows. Nobody's heard from him. Maybe she killed him, who
knows?"
Mary woke up in a cold sweat from her nightmare, and looked at the girl
lying next to her, calmly reading the sports page.
"Bob, you have to take the blue pill! This can't go on."
"I think....not yet. I haven't learned my lesson."
"No! You're turning me into a homosexual, Bob!"
"Maybe you always were. Maybe it was just latent. Maybe you secretly
turned me into a beautiful Asian woman because you've always been
attracted to them. No one's putting a gun to your head and making you
have sex with a woman. On the other hand, maybe it is me - every time
you see my hot little body in a bikini, you have an orgasm right after.
It's a 'conditioned response.' Maybe I am slowly turning you into a
lesbian, who knows? Or maybe, the pill worked its magic on you and me
both. I have no idea. But the point is, I haven't learned any lessons
at all yet. Every since you turned me into a beautiful woman, I've had
mindblowing sex, men treat me like a queen, I get all kinds of stuff for
free, and I'm living in paradise. I'm learning the wrong lessons,
actually."
Mary threw on some clothes, ran for the drawer, and pulled out the blue
pill and handed it to Sirinya. "Just take it. Take it now, before this
goes any farther."
Sirinya took it in her hand, then threw it in her purse. "Maybe later.
I don't have many boy outfits to wear and I just can't imagine I'd look
as good in this bikini if I were Bob Smith."
Sirinya fell asleep early that night, from the exhaustion of being up
most of the night the last two nights. When she woke up, the room was
dark, but she could see a computer light flickering. She silently got
up, and sneaked over to where Mary was sitting. She glanced at the
screen - there were only three bikini girls left in the swimsuit
contest, and Mary was watching single-mindedly, her whole body
oscillating silently back and forth.
Sirinya suddenly said loudly, "IS THE RED BIKINI GIRL GOING TO WIN??"
Mary jumped two feet off her chair.
"Oh yeah, maybe, who knows." Mary quickly turned the monitor off.
"Just browsing, you know, and I happened to come across this."
"Oh yeah? I thought you didn't like those contests. I thought they
were degrading."
"Well, I'm just...just...doing some research."
"With your pants unzipped?" said Sirinya with a laugh.
"Are they unzipped? I guess they are. Whoops! Silly me." And Mary
zipped her pants back up and climbed back into bed. She had been rudely
interrupted while she was still horny. "Hey Sirinya," she said quietly
and nervously. "I was just wondering something. I mean, not that you
have to do this or anything. But I was just curious, do you know how to
do a striptease? Because that seems like awful good exercise and good
stretching - like yoga! - and I was wondering if you know how to do
that. Like, not in a degrading way."
Sirinya, of course, had never done it, but she had watched enough girls
over the years she thought she could. First, she slowly took off her
pants, then her shirt. She was left with just a bra and G-string
panties on. She said, "I might need some incentive to go any further."
Mary reached for her billfold automatically and put a $20 into her G-
string. Sirinya pulled off her bra and became bare-chested, her breasts
bobbing rhythmically with her movement. "Would you like a private lap
dance, ma'am?" she said.
"Would I!" said Mary. Mary managed to finish the striptease for
Sirinya, then took her own clothes off, leaving two sweaty, horny,
writhing naked girls kissing. The two women held each other tightly
into the night, and it felt like their bodies were becoming as one.
The next several days passed in a blur, the girls falling more in love
every day.
The time had come to go back home. The two women were walking along the
beach, holding hands. "What do you think? Do you want me to take the
blue pill?" said Sirinya.
"Well of course you should, Bob. It doesn't make any sense for you to
stay a girl. I mean, what will you do? What will we do? You probably
can't keep your job if you stay like this. And I hate for you to lose
your manhood forever. What will your friends think? Will you tell
them? What about your family? They're going to want to kill me! No,
you should go back to being Bob."
Sirinya took the blue pill out of her purse, and nervously held it in
her hand. Mary continued.
"I'll miss you, though. I'll miss your girlish laugh. I'll miss the
feel of your lips and the taste of your lipstick. I'll miss staring at
your beautiful brown breasts." She laughed. "I'll miss your tight
little ass in a bikini." She looked embarrassed - she couldn't believe
she was saying those things. "I love you, Sirinya"
Sirinya took a deep breath, hesitated, then threw the blue pill as far
as she could into the ocean. She'd just thrown away 'Bob Smith'
forever. Sirinya was real now and 'Bob Smith' was just a fictional
concept. This wasn't just pretend anymore, or playtime, or a weekend
getaway. This new female body, this new identity, was going to be hers
for the rest of her life. She and Mary were going to be two women in
love forever. No going back now.
Sirinya's dark eyes sparkled as she looked into Mary's eyes. "When's
the wedding?"
"What wedding?"
"Our wedding!"
"We're already married, we don't need a wedding."
"No, you and Bob were married. We aren't married, Mary and Sirinya
aren't married."
Mary laughed. "We can't get married, you're a girl! Look I've figured
it out. We'll get you an apartment a couple blocks away. You can live
there, but you can come to our house at 9 or 10 every night, I'll leave
the door unlocked, and we can sleep together..."
'What?" Sirinya was horrified. She had just thrown away her manhood,
her marriage, her career, just so she could be someone's backdoor girl?
NO way. "Of course we can get married! It's legal now!!" Her eyes
hardened. "If we're not married, you aren't getting any. Ever. I will
not be degraded like that. I am not your little Thai mistress you can
treat like dirt. I did not come from a village all the way across the
ocean to be treated like this. You Americans think you can buy and sell
us..."
'For crying out loud, Bob, you're American, you didn't come from a
village at all. You're from St. Louis. Stop being such a drama queen!
I'm sorry, maybe someday we can live together openly, but not now. I
don't want people talking about me like that." Mary rolled her eyes.
For God's sake! Women!
"Well then, goodbye, Mary. I bet there are literally millions of
American men who would be more than happy to treat me like a princess.
I don't have to be treated like dirt. I'm not your plaything!"
'Fine"
"Fine!"
The two sat in stony silence on the way home, and when they got home,
Mary helped Sirinya pack a few things, and moved her into an apartment.
Sirinya was determined that she didn't need Mary, she didn't need
anyone, she was going to make it on her own. She had her looks, her
feminine wiles, she would be fine.
...
Three months later, Sirinya was sitting in her apartment. She got a
text on her phone, which said - "Sirinya, can you please talk to me? I
miss you. Mary."
She texted back. "Not sure. When do you want to talk?"
"Can I come over tonight?"
"Whatever. This isn't just a booty call, is it?"
"Of course not."
Mary showed up at her door, looking beautiful. She had done her hair
and make-up, and looked like the girl she had married 10 years ago.
"How's it been going?" said Sirinya coolly.
"Great. Okay, honestly, not that good. I've missed you. I saw you in
the February swimsuit contest. You were robbed! You looked beautiful,
way prettier than the girl who won. I got a copy of your model
portfolio, too - I keep it by my bedside all the time. I thought the
bio was hysterical "Sirinya Kanaknateesawat hails from two hours outside
of Bangkok, from a village called Snipirithorn. She was just a poor
village girl with 7 brothers and sisters, discovered by a photographer
while carrying water from the well. She currently resides in Los
Angeles, pursuing a career in acting and modeling."
"Yeah," said Sirinya. "That was mostly my agent. By the way, have you
been dating anybody?"
Mary said "For a short time. I met someone on the internet. I put in a
personal ad, and I met this girl from Bangkok. But I don't think she
was interested in me at all - all she wanted was money. How about you?"
Sirinya sighed. "I met a rich businessman named Brad. You'd be
surprised at how many responses an ad like "Thai fashion model
interested in safe, fun relationship with financially secure American
man" gets. Anyway, I picked the best-sounding one, and he was handsome
alright. He treated me like a queen on our first two dates, and I went
back to his place the next date, because I thought I was in love. We
had sex.." At this, Mary could feel jealousy bubbling up inside her. "
and then I fell asleep. When I woke up, he was trying to tie me up. He
started calling me horrible names, and he was just terrifying and
sadistic. I thought he was going to kill me!"
Mary looked horrified. "What did you do?"
"I Maced him. Then I took his wallet and his pants. Men are such
assholes."
"I know, right? Who needs them? Thank God you're okay!" Mary sighed.
"Be careful. I just want to wrap my arms around you and keep you safe."
She paused. "I've had our lawyer draw up our divorce papers. I just
need 'Bob' to sign them. I'm using my maiden name again - I'm back to
being Mary Sims. I told everyone I still loved you but it just wasn't
working out, and you, I mean Bob, stayed out by the beach." She added
hesitantly, "I think we really had something. I mean, back when you
were Bob, but even more so now that you're Sirinya. And I promise I
won't ever call you Bob, and I'll always treat you like a princess. Do
you think there's any way we can get back together?"
"Same rules as before. I don't want to be your shameful secret, I want
to be your wife."
"I know your rules." Mary grinned. "I have something else I want to
ask you." Mary got down on one knee, and said "Sirinya, my beautiful
queen, will you marry me?"
Sirinya, with a tear in her eye, said "of course" and kissed her. Mary
slid the elaborate diamond ring on her finger, and said, "I love you."
The wedding announcement said this:
Mary Sims and Sirinya Kanaknateesawat are proud to invite you to a
celebration of their holy wedding vows. The brides are to unite as one
on June 12, 2013 at James Park. The wedding will be presided over by
Srini "Magic Man" Thanvasut, and will be a traditional Buddhist
ceremony. The Sims-Kanaknateesawats request no gifts, but would simply
be honored with your presence.
Alma
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