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Differences
by: M. Irricantis
I'm sure many of you have probably read a tale or two about a certain
little shop that seems to pop up out of nowhere, cause people to turn
into girls, then just disappear. Some of you probably wish you could find
the place for yourself. As it turns out, I've had several run-ins with
this shop in the past year, and only now am I beginning to understand
why. After reading many of the various tales surrounding the Spells 'R'
Us shop and the associated wizard, I decided that, should I be so lucky
as to have the shop appear for me, I wouldn't hesitate to meet the
wizard. Don't get me wrong. Unlike so many people for whom the shop
appears, I'm contently male. It's just that I like learning about things
I don't understand, and if that shop ever appeared for me, it would be
the confirmation that magic (something I don't understand) exists. Under
the circumstances, I seriously doubted that would ever happen.
Everything I knew pointed to the idea that the shop would only show up
for people who had an extremely strong desire for something to change,
and here I was, content with a loving wife, 3 children, a decent job, and
no more financial troubles than the average middle-middle-class American.
Unlikely indeed... and yet, here I am passing a billboard on the
expressway saying "Spells 'R' Us 10 miles ahead at exit 85" in large
gold lettering. The odd thing was that when I got close enough to read
the sign's smaller print, it read "Come on in Sean! You've already
promised yourself that you would! I'll be waiting." My name is Sean
Alexander Matthews. So it shouldn't be difficult for you to see how I
might think this sign was rather peculiar. I glanced at the billboard one
more time as I passed it to see if I read it correctly. All I saw was an
ad for a local car lot.
Exit 85 is the latter of 2 exits that I could take to get home, neither
one offering much benefit over the other short of the earlier one
allowing me to skip a small amount of rush hour traffic. Curious, I took
exit 85. The local road Walter Parkway crossed the highway at exit 85. To
the right were several strip malls extending for about a quarter mile,
all of which were busy fleecing the 5pm customers that came to their
doorsteps. To the left was about 2 miles more of the same. I needed to
turn left to go home, and since I didn't see the SRU shop's distinctive
facade in any of the strip malls on the right, I turned left under the
overpass and sat waiting at the next light.
"Nah. I had to be seeing things," I thought as the light turned green.
After about a mile up the road and 2 traffic lights, I finally see it. It
looked like the shop had parked itself in an unused store slot in the
strip mall to the left between a Papa Murphy's Pizza and a FedEx store. I
pulled into the parking lot and up to an empty space in front of what had
to be the most out-of-place looking old shop in an otherwise relatively
new strip mall. In gold leaf writing on the door and on the hanging sign
was printed the store name "Spells 'R' Us". I turned off the ignition and
sat there in my car, staring at the store front incredulously. After a
moment of gathering my thoughts on how improbable this had to be, I
reminded myself of how busy the wizard in the stories usually seemed.
Without wasting any more time, I got out of my car and walked into the
store. As expected, I was greeted by the sound of an old fashioned
doorbell which I spotted hanging off of the door frame when I looked back
for the source of the sound. As I looked around the shop, there were the
expected assortment of seemingly random magical items, all apparently
sorted by type: masks, costumes, wigs, snack items, candies, foods,
drinks, potions, books, statues, decorative items, jewelry.... On and on
the list went. You really do begin to wonder how so much stuff can be so
neatly crammed into such a small shop without looking or feeling
cluttered. Of course, having read so many stories about this place, I
made absolutely certain I didn't disturb a single item. I didn't want to
chance finding myself altered in some unexpected way. I'd much rather
keep my intellect, thank you.
As I approached the counter in the back of the store, I noticed a sign on
the wall to the left that read "He's a Wizard. It's his job to know these
things." On seeing that, I took a mental note not to be surprised when
the Wizard starts telling me things a normal stranger couldn't possibly
know about me. Just then I heard a voice from the back room say "You
know, I think... no... I'm sure you're the first person to do that, Sean.
That sign's been there for at least 300 years now, but unless I point it
out, no one seems to pay any attention to it."
Just for a moment, I was taken aback thinking "Wait? I didn't.....", then
I promptly reminded myself, "... right. Wizard." I heard a hearty chuckle
come from the back room followed by "I'll be with you in just a moment."
After I heard him say that, I glanced to the right and found an ordinary
chair sitting against the wall. I didn't remember a chair being there
when I looked the store over just moments ago. I definitely wanted to sit
while I waited, but given the nature of things in this shop...
"Just have a seat, Sean. It's just a normal chair," said the Wizard.
"I take it, the billboard was your doing?" I asked as I sat down, having
spoken for the first time since entering the shop.
"Actually no. The shop itself is enchanted. It always takes me to where I
need to be next. The enchantment then conspires to ensure that the
designated targets... um... patrons, find their way to the store. I
always know where I'm going, but I don't set up the circumstances of our
meeting."
"So, seeing as how you already have my name, what should I call you?"
"Well, Sean. That's a good question. Very few of the people who come
through this store ever bother to ask me that, and after well over half a
millennia of running this store, I think I've grown accustomed to not
really needing a name. But if you insist on calling me anything, I
believe I once used the name Aloysius Bettencourt."
Just as the wizard uttered that name, he stepped through the beaded
curtain that separated the back room from the front. I stood as soon as I
saw him come through the curtain, partly out of a reflex desire to greet
the man, and partly assuming the wait was over. When I think about it,
I'd have to say the wizard looked like a cross between Dumbledore from
Harry Potter and Gandalf from Lord of the Rings. The only oddity was the
somewhat regal looking worn-out suede housecoat? maybe bathrobe? that he
was wearing. It wasn't until I noticed the pattern of stars and moons
tracing the bottom edge of the garment that I realized it was probably a
wizards cloak.
The wizard looked at me and smiled knowingly as I took stock of his
image. I didn't notice this until I looked up after analyzing his robe.
Once our eyes met, he said, "It's one thing to know it, and another
altogether to experience it. You seem to take stock of almost everything
around you, forever trying to figure things out. Yet, the one thing you
haven't managed to figure out is yourself, though not for lack of
trying."
"So what is..." I started, but then I thought better. Never once had I
read about the Wizard, if this is him, giving anyone a straight answer to
questions like the one I almost asked. With that in mind I said, "Scratch
that. Since this is either part of, or the whole reason why I'm here,
what do you have for me as a teaching aid?"
He laughed saying, "Very good! I see you also get how things work around
here." The wizard then reached into a previously non-existent pocket in
his robe and pulled out a small gold-colored box. "This is what you need,
at least to start," he said as he passed me the box.
"To start?" I replied.
"Well, unlike most of the cases you've read about, yours is going to
require several visits, and they all begin with the contents of this box.
Don't open it until you get home and your wife has fallen asleep for the
night. The magic works better when less things need to be corrected.
Memories are among the most difficult things to alter when they affect a
group of people, especially ones bound by love. So don't worry too much.
As long as the wife and kids don't see the magic, nothing you do will
have a permanent effect on anything but you."
Those words made me very nervous. There were instantly 2 implications
from what he said. The first was that my actions under the influence of
the magic will have permanent effects on me. The second was that if my
family happens to see the magic, then the magic will have a permanent
effect on everyone. It's that last piece that made me truly wary. In all
of the stories I'd read about him, the client almost invariably fails to
heed the warning and ends up having his life forever changed, usually
into a female of some kind. I didn't want that.
"As I said, don't worry too much Sean. I'm pretty certain you'll still be
you when next we meet. For now, I just need $150 of the $250 you won
playing the lottery to pay for that and you can be on your way. If you
stay here too much longer, your wife will be calling looking for you."
Somewhat bewildered and still more than a bit nervous, I paid the Wizard
and made my way toward the exit. As I walked to my car, it dawned on me
that I didn't know when I was meant to return, but as I turned around to
re-enter the store, it faded away with only the slightest wisps of smoke.
I reasoned that since he was so certain we'd meet again, the shop would
somehow signal me again when it was time. I got in my car, buckled up,
put my purchase into my lunch bag, and started the car.
I could've sworn it had been at least an hour since I walked into that
shop, which by then had been replace by an unoccupied, reasonably modern,
glass front business office. Yet when I looked at the clock in the car, I
saw I was only 15 minutes behind schedule. I shrugged this off and headed
for home. The remainder of the evening was relatively uneventful. As
always, I came home to a beautiful 4"10' wife, an excitable 5 year old
boy, and a baby girl who was desperately trying to figure out how to
crawl. It's funny to set her on the floor and watch as she rolls herself
onto her tummy, props herself up on her hands and knees, and make a
valiant if not clumsy attempt to crawl forward, only to find herself
moving backward. When 8:00pm came around, the children were put to bed.
My wife, Michelle, and I have by many accounts a very interesting
relationship. Where so many couples openly try to keep secrets from each
other, and yet still others pretend to keep no secrets, with the
exception of soon-to-be-revealed surprises we set up for each other, we
truly are open with each other. She has already fielded so many of my
questions into how women think, and is certainly well aware of my
predilection toward transgendered subjects on the internet. I've even
mentioned to her on various occasions that I wish that I could become
female for a short while so I can experience what things are like on her
side of the fence. I wouldn't want to stay female, but you know how the
grass always looks greener on the other side of the fence? It's that kind
of curiosity. What's more is that if I could bring the knowledge I'd gain
back to my life as a man, I'm sure she and I would both benefit from it.
After our usual rounds of watching tv, cuddling, and generally talking
about whatever happened to cross our minds at the time, Michelle finally
settled in for the night and drifted off to sleep. By then, it was around
11pm. After walking around and making sure everyone was sleeping soundly,
I retrieved the box I bought from the wizard and opened it. Inside the
box I found a ring and a small slip of paper that I assumed to be
instructions since the wizard hadn't really given me any himself.
The instructions read as follows:
1. Place the ring on your right pinky finger.
2. Imagine the image of the person you wish to become.
3. Verbally speak the description to increase accuracy of the
vision.
4. Speak the words "Invoke Change" to begin the transformation.
5. Speak the words "Revoke Change" to return to your normal
form.
6. Speak the words "Release Change Revocation" to make it
possible to remove the ring and forever keep the
transformation.
Notes:
The ring will appear to meld with you during transformation,
and reappear when the transformation is revoked. The
transformation will last until canceled by the ring bearer.
Speaking the words "Revoke Change" will cancel the
transformation.
As long as loved ones did not see you transform, they will be
aware of your new form without being aware that you have
changed.
While transformed, all personal effects and circumstances will
also be transformed to suit the person you have become.
Should you choose to speak the words "Release Change
Revocation", history will be rewritten so that you will have
lived the life of the person you have become. You will still
remember who you once were, but that person will have never
existed.
I was glad I bothered to read the instructions. I had read many stories
about encounters with the wizard where the person either didn't bother to
read the instructions or wasn't careful enough to heed the wizard's
warnings. I didn't want to be one of those people.
I've always thought that for a 6"1' black male, I've got way too many
feminine traits. I'd been thinking that since I was a teenager. The
feeling was never strong enough to lead me to believe that I wanted to be
a girl, but always more than strong enough to make me curious as to what
it would be like to be one. I was a bit of a late bloomer, hitting
puberty at around 15 years old. When it did take effect, it only served
to make my curiosity even stronger. It was that curiosity that led me to
my first girlfriend.
Truth be told, I wasn't very attracted to her. It was simply the fact
that she asked me out. There were other girls that I was very much
attracted to, but with them I seemed to be friend material only. One girl
even told me she didn't think she was good enough for me. I was well into
my late 20s before I found a woman who would explain that one to me. As
for Michelle, my first girlfriend, I just wanted to find out what it was
like to have a girlfriend, and what it was she saw in me that made her
want to date me. By the way, this isn't the same Michelle as the one I
married. For some odd reason, it turned out that every girl I had a
"romantic" relationship with was named Michelle. Curious.
Our first date went well, we did the whole dinner and a movie thing, then
I took her home. The next few dates were double-dates with a friend of
hers and her friend's boyfriend, obviously with the intention of seeing
how well I could get along with her friends. No problems there either,
and yet, I still didn't really feel any attraction toward her. I thought
she was certainly cute enough though. She must have noticed this somehow,
because the next date was at her house while her father was out.
We sat through a movie, grazed on snacks, made out a little... and then
she propositioned me. That was the first time I'd felt completely horny
and completely scared at the same time. Sad to say but a man's reactions
are really simple. If a cute girl asks him for sex, only strong beliefs
or an even cuter option somewhere else will prevent him from getting a
boner. I remember seeing the wide grin on her face when her eyes met the
outline of the wood reshaping my pants front.
Meanwhile, my mind was racing, calculating all possibilities and problems
that I could come up with. For one, I'd been taught that you should never
take a girl you don't intend to keep. I still didn't have any romantic
feelings for her, at least not any I could recognize at the time. Yet,
here was my body screaming "Do it!!" with every last ounce of adolescent
hormone it could generate. Still, I tried to fight it.
"I wasn't prepared for this. I don't have any condoms," I said, trying to
back out of the offer without hurting her feelings.
"No problem, I've got some in my nightstand next to the bed. I planned
ahead." She giggled.
Well that didn't work. Next tactic. "Well what about your dad? Isn't he
supposed to be coming home in about an hour?"
"Yes, but we should be done by then."
"You don't know that. I might last longer than you think. Plus there's
some things that I've read about that I'm going to want to try if we get
the chance. Besides, your dad might be coming home early, and I'd really
hate to get caught with my pants down."
Her face turned down into a pout. "You don't like me, do you?"
Well, she kind of hit the nail on the head with that one, but I didn't
want to tell her that. So instead, I said "That's not it. I just don't
want to cause any problems between me and your dad that I'm not big
enough to solve on my own. Your dad is an ex-army sergeant. He could
probably snap me like a twig if he caught us, not to mention the trouble
you'd be in."
Her pout then started turning into a frown. I can only guess she started
to write me off as a coward. Maybe I was, but I was a coward who was dead
on the money about her dad. I kissed her on the forehead and told her I'd
see her tomorrow at school. When I got to the end of the walkway, I saw
her father pull into the drive way. We exchanged pleasantries, then I
rather quickly made my way back home. I couldn't help but think that I
had dodged a major bullet with that one. If nothing else, I learned from
that encounter that even when you're not romantically attracted to a
girl, just the fact that she's cute makes her potentially dangerous. I
never found out if she was really into me or if she was after something
else. Oh well.
Despite being as big and strong as any of the guys on the school football
team, I've always had a mild mannered, passive disposition. While like
any guy, a girls looks were the first thing to get my attention about
her, that never seemed to matter as much to me as her personality,
especially not after that incident with my first girlfriend. It was
around then that I started studying myself. It didn't take long for me to
realize that the vast majority of my personality traits had been
inherited from my mom and maternal grandmother.
It was also around the same time that I started putting a little effort
into hiding the quirks in my personality that might lead some to think me
a bit limp-wristed. As the years past, the self-study lead me to the
conclusion that the best way to understand myself was to find those same
traits in other people and study those people. At least I could maintain
some delusion of objectivity when looking at others. Studying guys was
easy. We really are the simpler gender. Everything with us is fairly
straight forward.
Studying girls... now that was a challenge. I had to find a way to make
girls comfortable around me so I could be privy to all the girl-talk.
Funny. All I had to do was show them what I was hiding from the guys,
those moderately feminine traits and behaviors that were so thoroughly
embedded in my personality. It didn't take to long for me to come to
understand that these same traits were exactly the reason I was in the
"friend zone" with the girls I liked. Oh well. Romance was taking a back
seat to my external self exploration anyway, so I just went with it.
More years passed, and with it came the internet and IRC (Internet Relay
Chat). By the time I started in using IRC, I had already been using the
internet long enough to know the value of the anonymity it offers as well
as the difficulty of getting the truth from people while having a
conversation. It was exactly those 2 factors that lead me to run a little
experiment on both myself and the people I would come across in chat
rooms. I created for myself a mental image of a girl, the one I think I'd
look like if I had been born female instead. It was easy to do because
up to my early 20s, I just looked like a bulkier, mole-less, male version
of my mother. In our family, she was one of the few short ones, coming in
at 5"4'. All of her female siblings were at least 5"7' or better.
I imagined myself as a 5"8' black female with long, silky red-black hair
that extended to just below my shoulder blades and a 39c-28-38 figure.
I've got an extra large frame as a man. I couldn't imagine that I'd have
anything less than a large frame as a woman. I still gave myself the same
chestnut complexion as that was the color my skin had settled on after
puberty ended.
With that image in mind, I bundled up what I knew to be my core
personality along with the various feminine characteristics I'd become
adept at hiding and created a new composite personality for this female.
Her name is Shawna. I played around in the chat rooms as Shawna for a
couple of years. In all that time, not a single person ever insinuated
that I was anything less than a genuine female. Some wanted my picture.
Others wanted to meet up. Of course I had to decline all. To sate some of
those who wanted to see me, I taught myself how to draw, then created a
caricature of Shawna and uploaded that. When asked about who drew it, I
lied and said I had a friend draw it for me. No one seemed to mind.
The more I used Shawna online, the more real she seemed to become. After
a while, I stopped being Shawna online because it was beginning to get
confusing. I was slowly losing track of which personality felt more like
me. I didn't want to lose myself in this illusion so I filed Shawna away
in the back of my mind. This proved convenient for me as it was an easy
way to keep my more feminine traits at bay. It also gave me a "person" to
talk to when I needed to understand something about women. Of course she
was only in my head and only knew what I knew, but even in your own head,
it sometimes helps to talk things out.
Now here I was, sitting on the living room couch with the whole house
asleep, reading the directions I found in the ring's box. That's when I
heard Shawna for the first time in several years.
"I finally get to come out and play again?" she said.
"That seems to be the wizard's intent. Only this time, you get to have a
real body."
"This could be fun!" she said, giggling.
"I know. Here's the game. I'll give you control for the duration of this
3 day weekend, but I need to be well rested and back to work as myself
come Monday morning." I think my curiosity had overwhelmed my sense of
apprehension. To live 3 whole days as Shawna... I had never even dreamed
it possible, and yet, here I was, about to do exactly that. "Are you
ready?"
On hearing her give an emphatic "Yes!", I slipped the ring on my right
pinky and began to recall Shawna's image. I recited her description
exactly as I had created it so long ago. As I did, her image in my mind
became more and more clear: "An hour glass figure any woman would be
jealous of, long toned legs that most men would say went 'all the way
up', terminating in an onion shaped ass that accentuates the wide child-
bearing hips, long silky reddish-black hair that extends down to just
below her shoulder blades, 38c-27-37 figure, chestnut complexion, deep
hazel eyes that somewhat changes colors with her mood."
I looked around the room one last time, listening carefully to ensure I
heard 3 sleeping family members. Then I said it. "Invoke change." Ten
minutes later I was still sitting on the couch, not feeling any
different, and wondering if anything was going to happen at all. I'd
ready many a tale about how the wizard's changes seem to happen slowly
and noticeably. I was all prepared for any kind of discomfort or
overwhelming pleasure as was often the case in those stories, and yet...
nothing. Had I even changed at all? Was this all some elaborate delusion
I was having? Oh well, I was getting tired and figured I'd worry about
that in the morning.
A bit disappointed, I stood and pulled the long reddish-black hair into a
pony tail, securing it with a scrunchie I found on the end table next to
the couch. I sauntered back into my bedroom, feeling the all too familiar
sway of my hips and light tug on my chest as I made my way around to my
side of the bed, undressed, and slid in. Michelle rolled over and put her
arm around me, nuzzling her head into my breasts. I kissed her on the
forehead and said goodnight in a low, sweet, feminine whisper.
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