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Tim was stepping out of his favorite Irish pub, he was a bit drunk and
frustrated. He was glaring at his cellphone, he put it in his back
pocket. He had a message from his girlfriend asking him where he was, he
responded that he'd be home soon. His girlfriend was denying him his
preferred sexual outlet, but it was alright he could masturbate. He had
no right to be angry, a relationship isn't entirely about sex. Except
that without the sex, it's really just a friendship. Someday she'd come
around though. Tim thought that he was a fairly good looking guy, he had
deep blue eyes, dark hair. His nose curved slightly, but he had a nice
smile. If he wanted he could probably just find another lady to fuck. The
idea didn't fit well with his conscious though. When he and Kaitlyn were
having sex it was phenomenal, and Tim knew it was because they had a deep
meaningful connection. He was thinking about that when he crossed paths
with a prostitute named Angie. She wore a shirt skirt and a halter-top.
She was curvy, a little bit of a gut wide hips and large breasts. She was
exceptionally good looking for a whore, and Tim couldn't help but stop
and stare a bit longingly at the feminine form she possessed.
"See something you like." She smiled and leaned toward him. "If you have
the money you could see a lot more."
Tim shook his head, he still had a lot of thoughts of what Kaitlyn meant
to him. What his relationship meant and what this prostitute represented
disgusted him. He was a bit drunk and feeling aggressive. He pushed her
away and shouted,"Get out of my way and find some poor loser to fuck!" He
picked a bad time to vent his anger.
Bobby was just passing by at that time to witness one of his prostitutes
being hassled by some little dork. He was particularly protective of his
girls, and he wasn't willing to let this stand. He asked his friend who
was driving to pull up right next to the two.
Tim was about to continue through the parking lot heading home, when he
heard a car door slam and he saw a large disgruntled looking man with
sunglasses, a leather jacket, a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
"Angie get in the car, Jack drive her home." Than he turned to Tim and
pointed him out, "You and I need to have a conversation." Tim looked back
and sneered, than he decided to ignore the man and continue on his way as
the car pulled away. Unfortunately Bobby wasn't the kind of man who took
well to being ignored he rushed up to Tim, grabbed him spun him around
and smacked him across the face. Tim fell to the ground, he was dazed and
shocked from the blow and t what just happened.
Bobby picked Tim up and focused right at him. "What the fuck is wrong
with you, you think nows a good time to act like a cunt? Right now that's
the last thing you should be acting like, unless you really want to be a
fucking cunt." Bobby growled. He let go of Tim and let him settle himself
before asking. "I'm going to ask you, and you're going to answer. Why did
you think it was a good idea to shove a young lady like you just did?"
"She's a prostitute," Tim stated, he was still a bit stunned and he
paused before thinking to try and ask, "Why did you-"
Bobby hadn't the patience to let him finish, "Because I don't need some
nothing hassling my ladies. You have a problem with prostitutes?"
"Oh, I get it," Tim said a little more assertively, "You're the pimp."
"No shit," Bobby said.
"So let me guess, you're the only one allowed to beat up your ladies," he
said sarcastically.
"You're dumber than you look, and believe me right now I can't think of a
single person that looks dumber than you." The pimp rolled his eyes,
"Remember reading about a serial killer a few months ago who was killing
prostitutes?" Tim never payed attention to the news, now he wasn't really
paying too much attention to Bobby either. He really wanted to find a way
out of this situation. "Well, the killing stopped but they never found
the guy, that's because I found him first. I don't allow anyone to
mistreat my ladies. Sure they're whore's and I'm a pimp, but I'm better
than most."
Tim decided he was going to try and make a break for it, he turned to run
but Bobby was a lot faster than he expected. Bobby didn't hesitate to
grab and knock Tim down. He made a well aimed kick right in Tim's face,
the boot was more solid than Tim had expected. "I hope you like the taste
of steel toe!" Bobby's voice boomed Tim went limp, hoping that he
wouldn't face anymore punishment.
Bobby sat on Tim's back. "You've pissed me off for the last time
cocksucker," Bobby announced. Bobby flipped out a cell phone, found a
number. "Hey," he said to his phone. "I think I found a new girl. Meet me
out on North Street, at the parking lot next or O'Shay's pub, be quick
about it."
Tim didn't know what to make of it. A new girl? What the fuck did this
pimp mean by that. Soon enough a car pulled up next to him. Out came to
other men, Bobby addressed them. "Hey, help me with this punk. He's still
conscious, but he wont get away from the three of us. If he tries than I
guess he won't be conscious anymore."
"Alright," one of them said, the other stayed quiet as he grabbed Tim's
arms pulled them behind his back and ziptied them together, the zipties
felt much tighter than they needed to be, they were probably cutting off
circulation to his hands. The three of them lifted Tim up and brought him
to the back of the car and then they drove off toward the warehouse
district.
"I guess it's about time we all got acquainted, my name's Bobby," the
pimp said, he was smirking. "This is Jack, he pointed to the driver and
the guy next to you is Steve." Jack said something like a greeting almost
but stayed disinterested. Steve didn't speak at all but glared at Tim
with angry eyes that terrified him. Tim was far too intimidated to say
anything.
"What's wrong with you, you're going to have to get to know us now.
You'll be working with us for a long time." Bobby began to chuckle.
"I don't understand," Tim managed to stutter. He was in the backseat
trying to keep himself as far away from Steve's evil glare as possible
wondering what kind of shit he'd gotten himself into.
"I guess it doesn't matter. All that matters is that in a few short hours
you'll be an obedient fuck toy, who will do whatever I tell you to do."
Bobby explained, he had a twisted grin on his face.
Tim realized this guy was insane. "You're fucking out of your mind!"
"Maybe," Bobby shrugged. They didn't speak for the rest of the ride,
eventually they stopped at a warehouse. Tim noted that the building had
the number 18 on it. they took Tim out of the care and brought him
inside.The warehouse was pretty full, with boxes and crates. They brought
Tim to a support beam and chained his arms to it. His hands felt cold and
numb from how tight the ties where around them by this point. Tim's jaw
ached from the kick he received earlier and his head was pounding in
protest to his current situation and environment.
"Go get the rock," Bobby ordered. Steve quickly began searching a nearby
crate. He picked out a large metal chest and he strained as he brought it
over. "I guess we can just open it, get out of her and let it have its
effects."
"What is it?" Tim asked.
Bobby shook his head. "Hell if I know," he admitted. "All I know is if a
man is exposed to it for a long enough time they become a subservient
woman. They are loyal to who ever they first see after the
transformation. And I plan to be the first person you see after your
transformation. The transformation takes less than a couple hours after
it starts. But it takes about twenty to thirty minutes to start. The mind
changes take a bit longer. I find that the perfect amount of time is
about sixty nine hours and forty two minutes. Any longer and you'd start
to become dependent on my every word, shorter time can allow for more
free will, which I guess is better than the women who wont take a shit or
eat unless I tell them. Well, let's get cracking, Steve you open the
trunk than meet Jack and I in the car." With that Bobby turned and left.
Tim began to plead with Steve, "Hey man, I don't really believe this
bullshit but you have to let me go. This is crazy, I have a girlfriend
and a mother. I have friends that'll probably miss me... maybe."
Once he was out of earshot Steve said, "Yeah, he's a prick... but I know
better than to cross the bastard. I actually hate what he's doing,
especially since he turned my brother a few months ago." Then he opened
the crate and quickly rushed out.
Tim was alone. He saw what appeared to be a gray shiny stone, it seemed
to have a pinkish gleam to it. The lead on the crate was thick. Tim
wondered what kinds of rays or energy it must be emanating. Or maybe it
was magic. Tim found it difficult to look away. He could but over time it
would only get harder.
He started to feel sick and he would look down at his body and try to
feel if anything was different. At first nothing seemed to happen. But
then as time passed he started to feel like his clothes were tighter in
places. He started to feel like his shirt was tighter near his chest, his
nipples seemed more sensitive and irritated by the course fabric of his
shirt. As they grew they began to hang from his chest, they were becoming
quite large.
His hips and butt also grew, widened and spread out. He felt like his
face was changing and his hair was growing, but he couldn't see his
features as they took a more feminine form. It was one that was similar
to his own face but more delicate and refined. His facial hair fell out
and his body hair thinned.
He felt like he'd plumped up in a lot of areas, his breasts had become
noticeably larger. His hips seemed to have more of an effect. He wasn't
the same shape as the girl he had seen earlier, who he now assumed used
to be a man. Maybe she used to be a serial killer, or maybe she had been
Steve's brother.
After spending the entire night in the warehouse his body had stopped
changing but now he could not think and he couldn't look away from the
rock in the chest. His mind was hazy, he felt physically and mentally
tired but he couldn't drift off or sleep, and he couldn't look away from
the stone in front of him. If he managed to pull away from the stone his
mind was full of fearful thoughts, that he's soon lose his identity. He'd
already lost his body, and he had no idea how this had happened all
happened.
His trance was broken the next day by a phone call, he still had his cell
on him. He'd completely forgotten about it. The ringtone was Kaitlyn's.
His jeans had unbutton and slipped down his legs. His womanly legs that
were practically hairless. He slipped his smaller and smoother feet out
of his shoes, and managed to get the phone out of the pants and press the
button to accept the call, than he kneeled down as close as he could to
the phone.
He could hear Kaitlyn's voice, "Tim! Hello? Where are you Tim?" She did
not sound too happy. Tim was a little afraid to speak for fear of how
he'd sound but he had to say something. He came as close to the reciever
as he could, it was a little difficult with his hands tied to the support
beam. Although the zipties felt looser than they had been last night they
were still very tight.
"Warehouse eighteen!" Tim shouted, of course he sounded nothing like the
Tim that Kaitlyin knew, He hoped this wouldn't deter her from coming to
his rescue though. Hearing the confused shouting that emanated from the
speaker he didn't feel too confident.
"Please Kaitlyn!" he begged. "You need to get down here. The warehouse's,
eighteen. I'm here, Tim's here!" He had realized she wouldn't believe
that he was her boyfriend. "Tim's at Warehouse eighteen."
There was no response from the phone. Tim wondered if she had hung up
soon after recognizing a strange woman's voice when she had sent out her
boyfriend's number. All Tim could do was stare back at the stone, it's
spell had recaptured his gaze. It had only been a few hours, six maybe
seven.
Suddenly he heard a crash coming from somewhere else in the Warehouse,
broken glass. He shouted, "Hey, over here! Help!!!" He began to yell and
scream. Maybe it was a vagrant or perhaps it was one of the gang members.
Steve might have decided to come back and help him. Or maybe who ever it
was was going to fuck him if they found him. He wondered if his mind had
become submissive enough that he'd allow such a thing to happen without
protest. Would he be raped?
As he wondered this a familiar figure appeared. With those curly locks of
hair, brown eyes, despite the fact that her expression was that of
unbridled rage, she was more beautiful than he remembered. He, or rather
she, didn't know if it was because of the effects of the stone or just
that she was so glad she came to her rescue.
"Kaitlyn! You're here!" Tim announced.
"Who are you and where is Tim?" she said as she stomped over to her. She
did not look pleased to see what used to be her boyfriend, of course she
had no idea what was happening.
"Kaitlyn, you're not going to believe what happened. Please close that
chest, I'll try to explain everything but first close the chest," Tim
said urgently.
"I'm not going to do a damn thing you tell me! I want to know what
happened to my boyfriend... well, most likely ex-boyfriend now," she
said. She began to search around. "Did he tie you the fuck up? A guy goes
a few weeks without sex and now he's suddenly into the kinky shit."
Tim began to laugh hysterically at what was happening. She also noticed
that the stone wasn't what he was transfixed on anymore, it was Kaitlyn.
She felt like she had a bond with her, that he could really trust her
even though it was obvious Kaitlyn was not terribly interested in Tim
right now, well she was interested in finding her even though she was
right at her feet.
"Kaitlyn, you wont believe it. I'm Tim, I used to be. You saved me from
becoming a prostitute," she stated dreamily.
Kaitlyn had been looking around some crates she turned and looked at this
strange black haired blue eyed girl. She was sitting there in a button up
shirt that she now recognized as her boyfriend's and she saw her
boyfriend's jeans and cellhpone near he feet. In a way his features were
similar to her boyfriend's. But her glance remained a bewildered one.
"Nope. Not buying it." She walked over and looked at the chains tying Tim
to the support beam. "I don't know what Tim did to you. I never thought
he had this in him. Well, fuck him," she said. "I'm sick of his bullshit,
I've been tired of it for a long time."
"Okay," Tim said, "Whatever you say."
"What's your name?" she asked.
"What do you want it to be?" Tim responded. "Because my old name really
doesn't fit me anymore."
"What?" Kaitlyn said with a frustrated grunt. "You're not going to
convince me that you're my ex."
"I know, I guess you can just call me... I have no clue," she said.
Tiffany seemed like an obvious choice but Tim really wanted Kaitlyn to
make the decision. "Just think of a name, it'll stick."
"Okay, I'll play your game. Megan, there, hope you like your new name."
She turned her attention to the binds, "If I had a pair of scissors I
could just cut these zipties."
Megan nodded, she accepted her new name. She was content until she looked
up and saw someone walking toward them from the entry way. She
recognized the man, it was Steve. "Kate, it's one of the guys who tied me
up here!"
Kaitlyn turned to look, expecting to see her ex boyfriend, she was going
to give him hell. But she didn't recognize who she saw. "Whoa, hold on
who the fuck are you?"
"Steve," he stated as he pulled out a gun. Megan screamed Kaitlyn turned
and fell backward as she tried to back away from the man pointing a hand
gun at her.
Steve kicked the door to the chest close, it slammed and the sound echoed
throughout the large warehouse. He looked at the two women, he shook his
head. First he walked over to Megan and pointed the gun right at her
face. But he didn't pull the trigger. He backed away looked at the two of
them and decided he wasn't going to bother. Once he was about to turn
behind the crates that he came from, back out the door he reached into
the pocket of his jacket and from it he pulled a knife, he threw it
toward the women and walked away.
"That was intense," Kaitlyn muttered, questions spun around in her head
but she realized she really didn't want to know the answers and she
actually felt like she'd rather get out of this warehouse as soon as
possible.
The knife was a large switch blade, she used it to cut Megan loose, and
put it in her pocket. "We have to bring that with us." Megan pointed at
the chest. "It's dangerous and we need to find a way to get rid of it so
that those men can never use it on anyone else."
"I'm sorry sweetheart but I don't think I want to get involved in
whatever all this shit is." Kaitlyn began to pace. "We should really get
out of her."
"Okay, if that's what you think is best." Megan tried to pull the jeans
up. They fell back down. "These jeans don't fit," she said in a defeated
tone.
"Okay whatever, shit's weird enough that I'll humor that you think you're
Tim."
"I don't know who I am. Megan's my name now though. Are we leaving now?"
She was trying to keep her pants up.
"I was looking through the boxes and some are full of woman's clothes.
I'm sure something will fit you." She said as she rolled her eyes at this
poor confused girl's struggles.
"I want to tell you that the rock in that chest turned me into who I am
now. And it's messed with my brain a little bit too. If you found me a
few hours later I wouldn't have any ability to question anything you told
me. I might have even been your slave," Megan explained. "The gangsters,
or mobsters, pimps, whatever they were they're using that stone to turn
men, or people, I don't know if it works on women..." She began rambling.
"Okay, I get it, we dumb the stone into the ocean. Whatever, if they
really want it they'll find it. Get dressed first." She threw a pair of
low cut jeans and a purple tank top at Megan. "Most of the clothes around
here are pretty skanky," she observed.
"Thank you," Megan said in a sweet voice.
It took both of them to carrying the chest outside, but neither of them
were particularly strong so it was a bit of a struggle. "Why am I wasting
time with this, I have a free day off from work and I'm out in the
warehouse district with some crazy woman who probably fucked my ex?"
Kaitlyn announced as she dropped her side of the chest.
"Maybe you're absolutely right," Megan whimpered. "I'm tired too and I'm
really anxious. I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself after
this. I have no Social Security number or identity. I have no past, no
one will believe I used to be a man."
"Yeah, that's for sure. I certainly don't believe it." Kaitlyn saw that
Megan had fallen to the ground and was beginning to cry, she was
overwhelmed as the hopelessness of the situation had begun to over take
her. "For fucks sake woman, pull yourself together."
Just then a car pulled up next to them. Megan recognized it, and she knew
the driver was Jack. "Hello ladies, I believe that that big metal box you
got there belongs to my employer."
"Yeah, well he can keep it." Kaitlyn said as she stood up.
The man got out of the car and walked around it toward the two women.
"I'm afraid it's not that simple, you see that woman sitting next to you,
she also belongs to my employer and if she's out her than she's obviously
been spoiled." He pulled a gun, and was preparing to aim it at Megan.
Kaitlyn pulled out Steve's switchblade and lunged at Jack stabbing him in
his abdomen. Megan leapt up from where she sat on the pavement.
"Oh, fuck it all, you bitch," Jack said as he staggered back ward and
leaned against his car. He was about to turn his gun gun toward Kaitlyn
at which point Megan rushed him and grabbed his arm and struggled to get
control of the gun. Kaitlyn leapt in and grabbed the knife pulled it out
and held it against his face.
Kaitlyn was furious. "Okay dickwad, you're going to tell us what the fuck
is happening here? I'm getting gun's pointed at me, and I'm beginning to
think this is a sick joke. I bet Tim's behind it, I want to know where he
is."
"It doesn't matter. You're both dead anyway," Jack said through clenched
teeth. But being held down by both Kaitlyn and Megan he couldn't do much.
Kaitlyn saw that he had two holsters under his jacket, she found one was
empty but the other had a pistol.
"Listen motherfucker," she said as she grabbed the other pistol. She
wasn't entirely convinced it was even real, but she pointed it at the
thugs head anyway. "Drop your gun, or you're the one who's dead." Jack
complied. "Now tell me what the fuck is going on here?" But he refused to
answer.
She decided to pull the trigger, the gun fired blasting off a part of
Jack's skull. She shrieked as she dropped the weapon. Megan backed away
and fell to the ground, they were both covered in the man's brains, as
well as pieces of his skull.
"Oh shit! That gun, it's real!" Kaitlyn screamed as she flailed her arms
and her eyes wild and fearful looked around. She looked at Megan, "What
do we do? We just killed a man, what do we do?!" But Megan just sat on
the ground rocking back and forth tears running down her eyes, she had
the other handgun right beside her. Kaitlyn wanted to slap her, she was
the reason she was in this mess. Rather Tim was the reason but hell, if
everything she was being told was true Megan and Tim were one in the
same. Obviously the situation was a lot more serious than she first
believed but the idea that her boyfriend was now a woman was still
inconceivable.
She heard clapping in the distance, she turned and saw Steve walking
toward them. He was grinning. "Well down, shot a man in the face. Very
nice."
Kaitlyn went for the pistol, still smoking from it's last victim. But
Steve was much faster and found his own gun more quickly. "Whoa now, hold
it cowgirl, twice a murderer doesn't relieve you of the crime." He
chuckled. "Leave that gun alone, it's done enough damage." He smirked as
he added, "Quite enough damage." And he slowly approached the two women.
"And you," he glanced over at Megan, "I saw you reach for the other gun,
toss it over this way." Megan tossed the other gun aside. "Alright now
I'm more comfortable to talk. Maybe I should have explained things
before." He turned his attention back toward Kaitlyn, "I'll give you a
tape or two of what the rock does to a man. You might believe it if you
see it, because I know you'll have trouble believing anything that slut
tells you."
"I'm not a slut!" Megan squeaked. "You guys turned me into a girl, but at
least you didn't get to make me a whore! ...Like what happened to your
brother," she defiantly added.
"Okay, you're not a slut... but you're just as fucking stupid as you
where as a man," Steve calmly added, only his eyes showing the fiery rage
that her words ignited.
"Okay, ladies, I probably should have killed you when I had the chance
but I'm pressed for time." He kicked the pistol with one left bullet
under the car. "I'm not letting what happen to that bimbo over there
happen to me, and Bobby isn't going to be happy when he finds out what
happened here today. So you two are going to go in that warehouse, and
check the office there are security screens and tapes all the evidence
you need of the rock's abilities. I on the other hand am going to take
this chest of your hands." He looked from one woman to the other, "Yeah,
we happy with this consensus?"
Kaitlyn was looking downward, her hands where held in the air. Megan was
crouching behind the chest only the top of her head and eyes glaring
angrily at Steve. He was threatening the woman that she loved, but acting
would certainly result in Kaitlyn's as well as her own demise. Kaitlyn
admitted defeat, "Okay, okay... we'll go check out these tapes. As long
as we're safe."
"I don't know if I can make promises that you'll be safe," Steve admitted
before needlessly But hey, take the tapes from the past twelve hours and
maybe Bobby wont find you, if he survives that is. Right now it's going
to be me against him, I just don't want to give him a chance to force me
to be his dick suckling bitch right now. So go, before I get tired of you
wasting my time and just do away with the both of you!"
With that command Kaitlyn backed away from Steve and put her hand on
Megan's shoulder. "Come on, let's go Megan."
Megan grabbed Katlyn's arm and pulled herself up. Before turning to
follow Kaitlyn inot the warehouse she looked right at Steve and she
threatened, "If I ever see you, or Bobby again. I will kill either of
you."
Steve rolled his eyes, he walked toward the chest and muttered
sarcastically, "Yeah, I'm sure. I'll relay the message to Bobby before I
put a bullet through his head. I'm sure he'll find it as amusing as I
find it right now." He gave snicker and watched as the two woman ran
toward the warehouse to find the tapes. When they were out of site he
took the chest and put it in the trunk.
Kaitlyn and Megan had little trouble finding the office where the tapes
and viewing screens where. "Tapes, you'd think they'd be a little more up
to date with technology." Kaitlyn tried to laugh at this observation but
she was still terrified of what had happened outside. Megan didn't have
any comment to make. Kaitlyn decided to find the tape that was recording
and she grabbed a few other tapes as well. She wanted enough to be able
to convince her that what she was being told was true. There were dozens
of dozens of tapes. She wondered if all of them had transformations.
She didn't want to waste too much time, she could also see the car from
out the window. Megan kept an eye out and told her when Steve had left,
which hadn't taken too long. "Do you think he'll be back? Do you think
that more gangsters will be here soon?"
Kaitlyn shook her head, but wasn't too sure as she answered. "I'm more
worried about the cops showing up with that dead body he just left out
there. That's not something we need to deal with right now. We should
hurry."
The rushed out a side door near the broken window that Kaitlyn had used
earlier. They quickly found the place where Kaitlyn parked and drove back
to their apartment.
Kaitlyn watched the videos. She was inclined to believe that Megan used
to be Tim, even though she seemed much more patient and helpful than Tim
had ever been. It wasn't too difficult to adjust to the changes, Kaitlyn
was open minded and Megan obviously seemed to love her. They had to move,
partially because they couldn't really afford the apartment on Kaitlyn's
income alone, but also because they felt it might be safer to move to the
other coast, or maybe even further. But they settled for moving out west.
The danger never seemed to follow them. They never found out what
happened to Steve, or Bobby or the rock that had transformed Megan into
the woman she now was. Megan had some trouble gaining an identity so she
could work legally but she couldn't prove she was from another country
either which although complicated things in the end the government
decided to make her a legitimate citizen rather than spend time and money
investigating her circumstances.
And they lived happily ever after. Well, except three years later Kaitlyn
met a guy she really liked and realized although she could have lesbian
sex she preferred the male form, especially the penis. that complicated
things but the two managed to retain their friendship. Kaitlyn told Megan
to move on and live her own life, and Megan, pulled by a need to preserve
Kaitlyn's happiness did as she was asked even though it hurt her to do
so. Luckily they never fell out of touch, and were friends for many long
years.
:)
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