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The clothes make the woman, part 2
I lay there for the longest time, shouting with a voice that lost itself
in the pure ecstasy of uttermost womanhood. It didn't matter that the
voice wasn't mine. I owned every single sensation that struck me, and
worst of all, a part of me craved for more. That is, until that part of
me called reason gradually kicked in, and reminded me that I was still
a male, albeit in a mature woman's body. Luckily for me I still had my
head. And what logic was telling me was that I was wet in between the
legs and that my body was still tingling. I had to find a change of
clothes. As disgusting as it sounded to dress up this fifty-something
body, even more disgusting was to swim in her cum juices while wearing
her panties.
First things first. Get out of Griswald's soiled mess. Unbuttoning her
blouse proved impossible. Just as much as my trying to tear it off. The
pants weren't any better either. Her panties were reaching far into my
ass, and the zipper and button just didn't seem to budge.
"Great! Nice going. How the hell am I supposed to take a piss?"
The thought of actually having to sit down to urinate was even more
mortifying. I tried thinking back to what she said. The spell had to
come to its full effect before I could take anything off. What was the
use of looking for clothes then? Might as well take a peek in her
closet. I swung open both doors, and to my surprise, it was bigger than
it looked on the outside. In one corner, there seemed to be Victorian
dresses and Gothic wear, of what seemed to be a bygone era. On another
were ankle length dresses that dared not expose any skin. Boy, was she
prepared for anything! Still, in another corner were her black pants and
matching white blouses, with frilly details on the front and at the end
of the sleeves. Still a bit further was her twenty-something wear.
Casual floral dresses of all the colors of the rainbow, and the
occasional formal little black dress, and its matching red counterpart.
A strange sensation suddenly struck me: I was being watched. That same
animal instinct that warns us from time immemorial of booming predators
was telling me that something had its eyes on me. I blurted out:
"Whoever's here better show themselves! I know mixed martial arts! I've
got an ass-kicking just waiting for you!"
Still nothing.
I exited the closet, but just before closing the doors, I could see that
her clothes seemed to be moving, as if drawn to me like a magnet.
Interesting. But then again, since the last few minutes, nothing could
surprise me more!
I closed the door behind me. That's when I saw it sitting on the bed. I
knew how fast it was, so I had to be discreet. It flew once off the
pewter. And I was gonna be damned if I was going to run after it all
over the house. I had to be strategic. This book was likely my only way
at reversing my womanhood. I just can't chance it to wait for her to
turn me back. It could all turn to shit real fast, knowing that she
wants to have revenge on me. As if giving me her body wasn't enough. I
got on all fours. Immediately, felt my bountiful breasts pull down
towards the carpet. I waited a few moments for them to stop shaking, the
residual effects of my orgasm making my new bosom all the more
sensitive.
A pair of extra sheets were sitting just under the bed. The bed was set
slightly higher than usual, thus giving me enough cover. It was now or
never. I grabbed the sheet, opened it up, and crouched on my two legs.
In one swift movement, I jumped towards the bed, and onto the book,
covering I with as much of the material as I could. Like a wild animal,
it struggled to set itself free, tensing up, moving left and right, but
to no avail. Finally, a whimpering sound was heard, and it settled down.
I kept on it for thirty more seconds, just to be sure. Faking weakness
was sometimes a strategy to use in fights.
"Give up?"
It simply whimpered.
"I'll take that as a yes! I'm getting off, but you'd better work with me
here!"
I then slowly unwrapped the book, exposing its corners in a gradual way.
This struggle took a lot out of this body. Where once I would have been
all primed up after a fight, I was now left with a sense of fatigue,
feeling as if I had worked all day in a field. The book cooperated for
now, seemingly remaining quiet as I put it back on the pewter. It had a
nice latin title to it. "Latin?" I opened up its pages, and thought it
seemed to elaborate on a lot of stuff, only I couldn't make out a single
word of it.
"Dammit! What am I supposed to do now?"
I looked around the room, I could no longer move as fast as I would have
liked. Getting still used to this new sense of gravity made me careful.
I even noticed the wiggle of my ass while walking in front of the
mirror. It protruded and moved from left to right with my new hips. I
was lost in a weird sense of revolt and attraction at the same time.
"Stop your daydreaming and get down to business!" My previous man's
voice spoke in my head. It wasn't long that my body ventured downstairs
in the hopes of getting more information. The wood detail on the
staircase was exquisite. Clearly all hand made. This witch sure had cash
to pay for all this! Try as I might, my breasts wouldn't stop bouncing
with every step that I took. The embarrassment only stopped once I got
down the stairs.
I then saw a living room to my left, well furnished, with what looked to
be Victorian era furniture. Was it authentic? Nothing surprised me up
til now. A few steps in front of me was a phone, with a card and a
rotary dial. "Go old or get out," I thought, with a smile. But it's what
was sitting next to the phone that caught my eye. There were bills here.
And trust me, I would do my best to ruin her credit! There were also
letters, with names that were unmistakably "witchy." All addressed to
Lucinda Griswald. That's who I was. My body responded to the name, as if
deep inside, it had long influenced her mother to name her as such. The
letters I opened looked to be long correspondences or birthday cards.
But what would a witch receive as a birthday gift? Don't they have it
all? Upon closer inspection of the cards, I found it was much more than
greetings that they were writing. It was incantations. Some just had
words with no clear instructions.
I guess witches like to surprise themselves. I'd have to practice them
to see what they do. In all there were six letters that seemed to
contain a spell. But only two had instructions. The first one was what
looked to be the glamour spell she had used on herself to turn her into
a twenty-something vixen that I kept on seeing outside. The other...
A smile came on my face. I was picturing the possibilities at what a
spell of forgetfulness could do. Perhaps it could make certain witches
forget their past grievances. If Griswald "forgot" that she was mad at
me, maybe I could get away. I realize that's a big friggin chance I'm
taking. But what choice do I have? She clearly has other plans for me. I
have to stay one step ahead of her. But first things first. The house. I
squeeze the letters in my pocket, and walk in the opposite direction of
the living room. Another door. This time beside the kitchen. Oddly, this
one has a deadbolt on it. Could it be that there was something to
explore? Basements are the places people most forget about. And
therefore, good places to look for paydirt. I unlock the deadbolt.,
flick the light switch on, and make my way downstairs. A bunch of boxes
decorated the ceiling in what seemed to be cardboard boxes just floating
in the air. I smirked at the possibility that witches needed space too.
I'd have to explore these later. There was a washer and dryer sitting
there. A laundry basket, some storage cabinets, and what looked to be a
treasure chest sitting at the base of the wall in the middle, right in
front of me. It too had a lock of some sort. I immediately approached it
in the hopes of hitting payload. I pulled out what looked to be a latex
costume, and threw it aside. A bunch of souvenirs and mementos seemed to
fill the rest of the chest. I'd need to look at them one by one. My
interests at the content of the chest prevented me from seeing what was
happening from behind me. I didn't see thee costume filling up, nor did
I see it bulk up with muscle or notice the not so subtle appearance of
its correct anatomy. I also missed its skin go from rubber to flesh.
A flash of pain and surprise hit me when I felt and heard the sound of a
slap on my ass.
"Now aren't you the sweetest thing down on your knees like that!"
I turned around, startled and frightened at seeing that I was no longer
alone.
"Wh-Who are you?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm here for us to play! Now how could I leave that
sweet ass of yours alone now, mistress?"
Upon closer inspection, I came to realize that this was no latex
costume. But somehow, a tall, dark skinned, Latino sounding guy that
Lucinda probably used to satisfy her urges. Just a toy, nothing more.
And a very anatomically correct toy, at that. Clearly, this body was
used to being aroused by him, but I couldn't let that stop me from
finding something to help me out of my bind. I turned back from it, and
simply replied:
"Get lost. I have work to do."
"I'm afraid it doesn't work that way. You see, you opened the trunk. And
as per our agreement, I fuck the living brains out of you, just as you
intended for me to."
Son of a bitch. He was threatening me.
In matter of a few seconds, I turned around, aiming my fist at his face
and struck, but he anticipated my fifty-something speed and caught my
fist in his hand. He was stark naked with the exception of a pink speedo
that helped to support his impressive package. He saw me looking at it,
and smiled.
"Armando is ready. The question is, are you?"
His member started to grow, stretching the speedo uncomfortably, until
he had no choice but to reach down and take it off.
Quit your staring, and do something, woman! I hurriedly turned around,
picking up the first object I saw: a snow globe from the chest, and
threw it at him, striking him on the side of the head, dazing him just
enough to push him away and start running. By the time he started to
chase me, I was already half up the stairway. "Come on! Move!!" I pushed
my body just enough to keep my pace, make it upstairs, and shut the door
behind me, shoving the deadbolt back into place.
Armando, the living doll, banged and banged. Miraculously, the door
still held.
"You're going to pay for that, mistress! I'm gonna get you! You'll see!"
He spoke in a voice seething with anger.
Then, as if recognizing the futility of his actions, he receded back
down the stairs. Hopefully, back in that chest.
I breathed a sigh of relief. One less thing to worry about. I certainly
deserved a tall refreshment at this point. I headed to the kitchen, got
myself a glass of water, and sat down. This was the time I was gonna go
through the letters more carefully. I pulled out the envelopes and read
carefully what some said.
"Hmm. Grazelda Malaka?. A key that accentuates your reading experience."
Doesn't seem dangerous. I uttered the words written on the card. Nothing
happened.
"Wooptee fuck! They must really get off at sending fake spells."
But seriously, think of what this could mean. What reading material does
she have? I didn't see any magazines lying around. Nor any books. Except
the...
Stricken by a blast of inspiration; I uttered out loud:
"I wonder."
Getting back up proved more difficult. Sharp pains hit me at the back of
my thigh, just bellow my ass. I started rubbing it.
"You're getting old, Lucinda!" I smiled.
The thought that these pains could be mine forever wiped any grin that
my face made. I had perhaps stretched a muscle while running from that
blow up doll. Apparently, this middle-aged woman wasn't used to sudden
movements. I felt more over the hill then ever before, while still
rubbing myself and wiping the sweat from my brow. I tried unbuttoning my
blouse, but I remembered the spell, and stopped. My male stubbornness
pushed me to continue. Miraculously, I was able to unbutton one, two,
three buttons. Part of me was satisfied at this small success, and yet
another part cringed at the possibility that these clothes could have
just as easily been ripped off of me by that maniac, thus exposing me to
him. Though they could have protected me before, they were of no use
now. A disturbing thought occurred to me at this point. The
transformation was now done on the outside. And soon, it would be
moving towards my inside. My feelings, thoughts, my very soul, all
tainted with middle-aged womanhood! I wouldn't have it. I soon returned
to the forgetfulness spell, and worked it with my lips, until it was in
memory. Who knows if this one could turn against me?
I then started walking, consumed by the idea that maybe I could do
something with that book of hers. Something deep in my body was telling
me I was getting close to something. But what? I didn't know.
I was already unbuttoning the blouse further, and removing it slowly.
Letting the soft fabric fall away from my arms. I then did the same with
the already too tight pants that were pushing my panties further up my
ass. I felt my behind relieved at letting gravity finally do its job. I
couldn't believe part of me seemed to be enjoying this. I stared in the
mirror for a few moments. The bra firmly held my breasts in place. I was
about to remove it, and expose my chest for the first time, but
remembered that I had to act fast. First things first. I got to the
front of the pewter, that still held the book at its place. I took out
the greeting card and textually read the words. Like a cartoon, the
letters moved and flipped before my eyes. Obscure Latin was now replaced
with familiar English. This did improve my reading experience. "Thank
you Grazelda!" A smile soon returned to my face.
Finally, I was getting somewhere! I'm sure that going through the book,
I would surely find something of use to me to beat her at her own game.
The bitch would get it now! Thoughts of revenge entered my mind, as I
conceived a thousand and one ways to get even. So much so, that I didn't
notice the creaking closet door, nor the one that came out.
"Ahem!"
I turned around, startled, not expecting someone else to meet me here.
Was she back? Did she want to see the progress? That sick bitch! Even if
it was my body, I was closing my fist, ready to aim it at my eye.
Swinging all at once, in a twisting motion. But my hand was caught
before it could strike.
"Armando thinks you need a correction! Did you forget about the basement
closet that leads to yours? Of course you didn't! Still, your
carelessness needs tending to."
I was as white as a ghost. I might as well have seen one. He was the
last person I expected to see here.
"You will be my slave tonight, and do what's expected of you! Am I
clear, mistress?"
My mind had trouble taking this all in. This was her secret fantasy with
the blow up doll. She had somehow "programmed" it to dominate her, now
me! I had to get away. I tried to run out of the room, but he just
grabbed my hair and pushed me onto the bed.
"Now's the time for your correction! Any final words before we begin, my
dear? That might awaken my mercy?"
I could think of a hundred curse words to tell him, but instead, I went
into survival mode, and blurted out the only thing that could help me
now. The forgetfulness spell.
Nothing. I uttered it once, twice, three times, and still nothing.
A smile came onto Armando's face. "Don't you know that your spells can't
undo the bigger magic you used to create me?"
His manly arms reached for me, grabbing me at the waist. In one swift
motion, he sat down, lifted me up onto his thighs and turned me onto my
stomach. In one massive swoop after the other, he proceeded to slap my
behind. The tight panties barely hid the red marks of his hand gradually
forming on my posterior. The sharp pain almost made me cry, only it did
something else too. My panties got wet in the front, to such an extent
that the pain soon started to turn into pleasure.
I started to want this Adonis to turn me around and take me in any way
he chose.
"Damnit! Snap out of it! Can't you see this is what she wants?!?"
It was like Armando read my mind. He effortlessly spun me around, and
put his fingers in my panties. He continued to fondle me, making me
taste these feminine pleasures that were nothing like my previous male
cravings. I breathed heavily, and yelped every time he'd instinctively
fondle my vaginal lips and clitoris. It didn't take long that I was at
the threshold of madness, and despite my mind saying otherwise, I was
soon begging him to finish the job. But I was to get no release.
Instead, he unhooked my bra, exposing my new breasts at once to him and
myself. I felt so vulnerable, and yet so in sync with both his stare and
his touch. He fondled them ever so softly, caressing them in a teasing
manner and soon-after licking them, at times softly, and other times
furiously. The sensation of my mounds soon matched the urgency of my
loins in wanting further satisfaction.
Armando quickly saw this, being an expert on loving, and soon came to
taking off my panties. He was already stiff. My body, having gotten the
best of me, took over whatever control my mind had, and swiftly went
down on him, hoping to give him a fraction of the pleasure I had gotten
thus far. I licked and sucked profusely, lapping up whatever pre-cum I
was lucky to get. Until he pushed me away from his man-sized cock. His
look told me that this was going to be my night of getting deflowered.
He soon got on top of me and entered my already wet pussy with ease.
In and out he went, having already conquered me. These were the spoils
of war. He wanted the treasure of my helpless sex-induced orgasm.
I wasn't going to give it to him. No! This was my body! At least, it was
going to be under my control. Every aspect of my masculinity was saying
no. I was coming back from whatever abyss this body had sent me to. I
could gouge his eyes out. I could tear his ears off. I...I...oh no! Not
this! Please no! NO!!!
The thrusting continued to provoke the contractions as the sensations
washed over me in an ever-increasing moment of sheer, utter feminine
bliss. For a few moments, I shined brighter than any star that filled
the sky. Heat permeating from all the pores of my skin, stopping me dead
in my tracks. I was now undeniably a woman. Snapping me out of my revery
was Armando's cry of pleasure, in which stream after stream of cum
struck my insides vying to extinguish the heat of my core. My male mind
now took over, and was disgusted at what I had allowed myself to do.
Armando got off me, and wiped the sweat from his brow. He wiped his cock
clean and threw me the tissue box. I wiped myself out of shame, tears
filling my eyes. I felt less like a man then I ever did. Had my body won
out? I hoped not. But it felt less and less like I had any control over
it. The blow up doll then turned back to me.
"Ready for round two, mistress?"
"What are you, nuts? Didn't you have enough the first time over?"
Armando smiled again, his member stiffening in the process.
"You programmed me to copulate you sevenfold, remember?"
Before I had my say, he was already on top of me. Tears flowed down my
face as my femininity overcame me once more.
After an amazing seven time sex fest, Armando smiled and got off of me
just as the sun was rising. Almost as if on cue, his skin adopted a
plastic like luster, looking less and less like the man who penetrated
me. In a matter of moments, he was unable to move. The sound of air
started to come out of him, and he fell onto himself. Eventually, there
was nothing left but a rubber doll that looked vaguely like a man,
emptied and still on the floor.
Had this all happened? Or had I hallucinated all this? The sensations in
my loins and on my breasts soon revealed the truth of it all.
I had to hurry and act fast if I was to avoid a repetition of last
night. I grabbed my still wet panties, and put them on. I picked up the
helpless blow up doll on the floor, and headed towards where he came
out. I walked through the closet only to have the clothes respond to my
presence by fighting to see who would get me first. A pink knee high
floral summer dress won out. Caressing me, it managed to slip itself on.
I continued to walk further into the closet, and soon found the door it
came through, and the stairs it climbed.
I immediately got downstairs and saw the chest, still open. I dumped
Armando in it, picked up the belongings scattered on the floor, threw
them in, and closed it shut, not forgetting to lock it in the process.
I then retraced my steps back upstairs, coming the way I went. The
clothes left me alone, since I wasn't naked. My breasts rubbed against
the fabric of the dress, exciting my breasts momentarily, bringing me
back to my experiences of the night before. I got to the entrance of the
closet, and closed it behind me. I'd have to find a way to lock that
other door.
But first things first. I went back down the main stairway and picked up
the phone. It was time to see how my old self was doing.
I dialed the number, to which my mom picked up. The sound of her voice
was at once heartening and heartbreaking. But I had to push further and
ask for myself by name. Of course, my mother insisted that I give my
name in order to announce me. Always with the formalities. It wasn't
long before my old self picked up from another room.
"So, how are you holding up, Lucinda?"
I didn't dignify that with a response.
"Let me tell you how your old body is doing. Already I've met your
family, your questionable friends, and I've intuited the number of girls
you've taken advantage of. Your body's also revealed to me the number of
times that you've done your burglaries. Quite disgraceful, I must say."
I was dumbstruck that she knew so much after a single day. What else
could she find out in the next two days? Her tone was clearly angry. I
had to do it. There were no other options left. I focused as much as I
could on her need for revenge, and blurted out the words of the one
thing that could help me: The forgetfulness spell.
The line suddenly went dead after my recitation. Did it work? Would it
stop her from screwing up my life? Then, I got the answer to my
question.
"I'm sorry. Who is this?"
"It's Lucinda."
"I don't know of anybody of that name. Goodbye."
It had worked!
I hung the phone, proud of what I had accomplished. I'll just find a way
to reverse this spell myself through her spell book.
Problem solved! And yet, an uncomfortable thought suddenly entered my
mind. From the sounds of our talk, I had wiped out much more than her
will to seek revenge. She seemed to completely forget about me. Could
that mean that she could think that she's now really me?
The thought of losing my body indefinitely in this way made my stomach
cringe.
Griswald's forgotten about me. I know next to nothing about magic, and
I'm stuck as a middle-aged woman perhaps now for the rest of my life.
It was all too much to take. My legs dropped from under me as I hit the
floor, and started to cry...
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