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Casey and his mother had eagerly anticipated the event for months,
perhaps years, subconsciously - The Annual Autumn Mother/Son - Son/Mother
Dance, held by their secluded little town's high school. During the
Spring school recess, the town's elders assembled and issued its list of
this year's "Selected", the high school seniors and their mothers, who
were to eligible to participate in the dance. And while the thought of
being one of The Selected surprised him, he never really had any doubt of
being chosen, such was his confidence.
Clear skies and pleasant temperatures greeted The Selected on the evening
of the dance, and Casey and his mother strode into the school's
gymnasium, which had been cheerfully decorated by staff and
underclassmen. Casey was dressed in a new black suit, bought especially
for this event. His mother sported a beautiful shoulder-less dress, made
from fine lilac colored silk, the bodice adorned with sequins and
delicate needlework. Casey picked out the dress for her, and she, his
suit. All the other sons wore suits picked out by their mothers, and the
mothers, in dresses picked out by their sons. It was part of the rich
tradition of the dance.
To be accurate, not all The Selected young men, as a result of
circumstance, had brought their mothers - a few mothers were deceased or
infirmed, but they had been ably replaced by step-mothers, fathers'
girlfriends, or female friends of the family in the same age group as the
mothers.
The dance proceeded as any other might; the band played a few songs to
please the young men, and a few for the mothers to enjoy. And as the
festivities continued, the dance possessed an air of increasing energy
and excitement. "It's nearly time," sons and mothers whispered to
themselves and each other, with varying degrees of glee and nervousness.
Another forgettable tune was wrapped up by the band, when the school's
principal stepped up to the microphone. As he had done for many years, he
scanned across the room of party goers, and declared, "It's so nice to
see all of you here tonight, for this special moment in the life of this
school and this community. And it appears we have again achieved 100%
participation among The Selected, as we have for so long. Will mothers
and sons please partner up for the Salto Vorto" (roughly translated, "the
dance of change").
Casey and his mother stood next to each other, finding it a little
uncomfortable to face each other. "Everyone in dance position, please?"
the principal requested, and with that, Casey put his right arm around
his mother's waist. She submissively placed her left arm around his
strong neck. They both looked down at their spare hand, and slowly
clasped them together, and raised them to dance position. Their eyes met,
and they whispered to each other, "Are you ready?" The smiles confirmed
that, yes, they were.
The principal made one last announcement before the dance commenced, "I
need all students who are not among The Selected, and all staff members
to exit the gym at this time." And they dutifully complied with the
order. He continued, "Mothers, sons, as you've been instructed, join the
vocalist in singing the chorus of "Vorto, vorto, vorto" (change, change,
change) and remember eye contact with your partner is essential in this
tradition. The music will start once I have exited. The best to you all,
and let The Song begin..." The gymnasium fell silent, with the exception
of the sound of the principal leaving the stage, the closing of the door
behind him, and some nervous, labored breathing from many of The
Selected.
The first chord from the orchestra surprised many dancers, as they had
been deep in thought just before. The tune was sweet and melodic, but
also a little haunting, clearly sounding as if it has been written many,
many years before. The rhythm called out to the dancers, and their feet
stepped out a reply. Some couples were smooth and graceful, others less
so, either from lack of dancing experience or from sheer nerves.
The notes floated and swirled around the dancers, and soon the vocalist
began the chorus that many in the room had only dreamed of hearing...
"Vorto, vorto, vorto," she sang. "Vorto, vorto, vorto," the couples
repeated, locked in their partner's gaze. The singer sang out the chorus
a second time, and the dancers sang back. For a third time, the words
rang, "Vorto, vorto, vorto,". Mothers and sons, eye to eye, matched the
lyrics, "Vorto, vorto, vorto..."
With those words, all the dancers experienced the same sensations -
disorientation, dizziness, floating in the ether, as if in a dream state.
The feelings were only momentary, and the couples' minds rapidly cleared,
each still looking into the eyes of their companion.
Casey first noticed a change, as the swaying and circling of the dance
sent a tingly breeze across his now bare arms, shoulders, neck and upper
chest. "I think we made it," he meekly declared. His gaze had never
averted.
"Hi, Mom," he heard coming from his partner.
That caught Casey completely off-guard. For months, for years, it seems,
he called the word, "Mom" out to himself, in expectation of becoming her
on that fateful evening. But when he heard it from the person that was
now HIS son, for the first time, it overwhelmed him. Whether it was
caused by the sudden change or his new female hormones kicking in,
emotion got the better of him, and his eyes welled up with tears.
"Don't cry, Mom," as Casey's new son held him tighter.
"You're so strong," Casey blubbered.
"And you're beautiful. Thank you for being my new Mom, Casey." his new
son whispered back. He had never been called beautiful before, and it
caused him to nearly break down completely.
"Hey, Mom, it'll all be alright. Let's finish the dance, OK?" The
strapping young man that moments before had been a mother herself, was
able to calm and comfort Casey. The dance itself had become a close,
loving embrace, barely moving to the music. Throughout the gymnasium, the
story was the same. Dancing became hugging.
The final bars of the Salto Vorto were played, and the sound of music was
replaced by the echoes of joyous tears and exuberant laughter. Embraces
were broken as all involved took an opportunity to freely move around in
their new bodies.
As part of the tradition, massive, ornately carved mirrors that had been
used for decades had been placed along one wall of the gym and covered
with dark sheets, as they had been for as long as anyone could recall.
Those sheets were now removed, and the guests were invited to view the
results of the Dance of Change.
His tears now wiped away, Casey motioned towards the mirrored wall.
"Shall we?" he asked.
"But, of course," his new son replied, "Ladies first," motioning with a
chivalrous gesture that mimicked the words.
"My, what a gentleman you are," Casey said, only half-jokingly. He was
touched by the respect and love he was shown by his new son.
"But before we head over there, one little thing," Casey's son smiled
when she said it. "These belong to you now," she stated as she took off
the long dangling earrings that she put on while getting dressed that
evening. "They go perfectly with the dress you picked out." She gently
clipped them onto Casey's ears. His new accessories pinched his ear
lobes, but only slightly. To him, it acted as a reminder of who he now
was, and what that meant. For Dina, that was Casey's new son's name, it
was a moment where she handed over the last vestige of her role as
mother.
Casey took that moment to look at the other jewelry he was now wearing.
Dangling on his slim, smooth right wrist, a costume jewelry bracelet that
also matched the outfit. He looked at his tender left hand, thinking,
"I'll be growing my nails much longer from now on." That hand was graced
with a generously sized marquis cut diamond ring. That was no costume
jewelry. "I remember when Dad gave this to you on your wedding
anniversary, to replace the ring he said he was ashamed of, because he
was so poor when you were married," Casey recalled.
"Let's get this straight, now, Casey," Dina said gently, but deadly
seriously. "That is the ring that YOUR husband, MY Dad, bought for YOU
for YOUR wedding anniversary." That statement nearly struck Casey dumb.
He was now a married woman, with duties and obligations to which he never
gave much consideration. Dina knew that realization hit him hard. Dina
continued, "I want to tell you something. I know you and Robert have had
your share of arguments in the last couple of years, and that the two of
you have sort of grown apart. But, let me tell you, he is the most
wonderful man I have ever met. It might take some time, but you'll come
to understand what I mean. If I regret anything about being one of The
Selected, it's that I'm not married to him anymore. You are. Give him a
chance." Casey nodded, as his newly found female intuition told him she
was right.
"Now, to those mirrors," Dina suggested. Ooooh, the mirrors! Casey had
nearly forgotten. He just HAD to see himself in the lilac silk dress he
chose. He selected it after weeks of shopping, and when he saw it, he
just knew it was the right combination of material, color, and cut for
the new body he'd claim for his own.
While Casey and Dina leisurely strolled to the wall of mirrors, others
raced to witness their own changes, still others held back until the
crowd thinned out, perhaps too afraid that their overjoyed reactions
might cause a scene. They needn't have worried, as nearly everyone at the
dance found their emotions difficult to control at this stage. From
behind, the duo caught up to a Selected pair who were moving very slowly,
the new son nearly carrying his new Mom to the mirrors.
"Could you use a little help?" Dina volunteered. As the unknown new Mom
stopped and started to turn around, Casey realized it was Jordan, someone
he knew at school, but only in passing.
"That's very nice of you, young man," Jordan gratefully responded,
revealing the reason for the careful walk to the wall. He was eight
months pregnant. Casey's eyes got large, and he rushed to give Jordan a
loving hug.
"Jordan, I never knew. How long before the blessed event?" Casey gushed.
"It should be some time next month. I can barely believe it. It's almost
here," Jordan said, beaming.
"You are glowing, just glowing. And I know your baby will be every bit as
beautiful as you," Casey complimented. The two new Moms embraced each
other again.
Dina and Jordan's new son picked Jordan up, one on each side, and with
their new strength, easily carried Jordan to the wall, and lightly
lowered him onto his feet, in front of the mirrors.
Jordan initially turned away from the mirrors in horror. "I look so fat,"
he whined.
"No, Mom, you look incredible," his new son encouraged, turning Jordan
back towards the mirrors. Jordan blushed still further, and gave his new
son a peck on the cheek for being so kind.
"There's nothing lovelier than an expectant mother," Casey assured. "I'd
love to be in your condition."
"Well, couldn't you still have children, Casey?" Jordan asked. Casey
looked at Dina inquisitively.
"Well, your biological clock IS nearly out of time, but there's nothing
to prevent it if you really wanted it," Dina announced, putting her arm
around her mother's shoulder. Casey's heart flew.
All this talk about babies, and Casey STILL hadn't gotten a good look at
himself in the mirrors. He took a few steps away from Jordan, his son,
and Dina, to spend a moment studying his new body closely. He stared
intensely at himself, not moving at first.
He had determined during that stare that he could probably stand to lose
a few pounds, envisioning what he would like, not at his current size 12,
but as a size 8 or 9. Plus, he dreamed, he'd need to lose some weight
before he and Robert ever decided to have another baby together. He
amazed himself at the notion that he was beginning to think as part of a
married couple, and not just an individual.
The sparkle of his dress diverted his attention, as each of the sequins
caught the light, dancing across the bodice. He turned to one side, to
view his body in profile. His new curves mesmerized him, lilac silk
shimmering, his silky legs, shaped seductively with the help of gorgeous
new shoes that he also spent weeks finding.
He saw the dress, and the jewelry, and the shoes, many, many times at
home, during the days before the dance. He even held the dress up to his
then male body, but it looked pathetic. Flat, featureless and far too
small for him. He also tried to put on the shoes as well, but he was
barely able to squeeze the toes of his old size 12 male feet into the
opening. He stopped, for fear he might stretch the shoes out too much.
He didn't have any such problems now. The dress made love to his body.
The shoes fit perfectly, as he rose gloriously on 4-inch heels. The
jewelry shone, but not nearly as brightly as its wearer. When he moved,
the curves moved with him. The dress continued its passionate love making
with his body. When he turned with his back side facing the mirror,
looking over his shoulder, he playfully kicked up a leg behind him. He
had nearly fallen in love with himself.
And the undergarments. Oh, how sensuous they felt. As long as he could
remember, Casey marveled at the variety of alluring lingerie his mother
owned. Classically styled, but not stodgy, sexy but not cheap looking.
Growing up, there were many times, alone in the house, when he would
steal away to his parents' room and live the fantasy that lay in her
lingerie drawer. And now all of it, the bras and panties, the slips,
nightgowns, and stockings, the negligees, teddies, and corsets, were his,
and would now fit his body perfectly. He was giddy at the thought.
"I always knew how badly you wanted it, Mom," Dina said, taking hold
Casey's hands, getting a little emotional herself. "And you've given me a
life I've always wanted. You may not know this, but I've been jealous of
you. I saw how strong you were, you could do anything you wanted. And
being a man in this world opens up so many possibilities. And I'm 17
again. The energy I'm feeling is incredible. About your girlfriend, Amber
- tell me, honestly, was she always just a cover to mask your true
feelings, or have the two of you actually...made it?"
"We have been good friends for a long time, but no, we never did it. I
know her feelings for me were stronger than mine for her. I think she has
been hoping things would get serious. I couldn't be that for her," Casey
admitted.
Dina looked at Casey, as a broad smile formed. "Would you have a problem
getting your head around the idea of me getting more serious with her?"
she quizzed. "Maybe it's the changes to my body, but I can't get her out
of my mind right now. And all I can think of is..."
"I get it. You don't have to draw me a picture, Dina," Casey interrupted.
"You just talked to me about opportunity. Don't blow those opportunities
by doing all your thinking with your penis. We're both going to have to
go slow with the changes. But, if you have feelings for Amber and she
feels the same, I wouldn't object to you dating her. We'll see what
happens as time goes on."
"Thanks, Mom. Actually Amber and I have already talked about this
together. When I found out we were part of The Selected, I reached out to
her," Dina shocked Casey with that.
"Just remember, Amber will be a Senior next year," Casey warned. He
decided that was enough of that kind of talk for now.
Casey and Dina glanced around the gym, to witness others' reactions to
their own changes. Recognizing many of the new Moms, Casey saw Brett, who
had been something of a jock, and was carefully checking out his new
plus-sized body. He wasn't angry about his apparent short-change. In
fact, he looked upon it as a challenge, and boasted how he looked forward
to the day when he would have a bikini body, with the right program and
plenty of willpower.
Further down the line was Walker, who was showing off his incredible
flexibility, having been given the body of a professional dancer, which
Walker's new son, Mona, had been for years.
And, most incredible of all, to Casey, was Lukas. Lukas had always had
slightly delicate features, almost androgynous in his presentation. The
Dance of Change gave him the body of his father's 23-year-old trophy
wife, Simone. His features were a perfect match for Simone's body. If
entirely honest, many would have to admit that Lukas was far more
attractive in his new body than Simone had been when she possessed it.
Lukas had chosen an outfit for his Stepmother that, when he slowly
removed the jacket, revealed a backless top, with a plunging neckline. He
left nothing to the imagination, putting on quite the show. Lukas was now
a cat on the prowl, and flirted openly with many of the new sons, some
lucky enough to have his smoking hot body rub against theirs, causing the
first erection they would have ever experienced. Simone stewed in a
corner, furious that Lukas seemed to know all her tricks of seduction,
and played his new body like a virtuoso.
"Don't be mad, Simone," Lukas teased, "there are plenty of guys at this
school who crave a feminine boy like you. We'll go shopping and find you
some new pretty clothes, OK?"
Casey's observations would have continued, if not for the principal re-
entering the gym, with the staff members following closely behind. After
mounting the stage, the principal turned on his microphone. "Will the
staff members cover the mirrors, please?" The chore was quickly
accomplished, despite the protestations of many of The Selected in the
gym. "As is the custom with this celebration," the principal explained,
"there is one final dance before the festivities conclude. So, if all our
couples will match up one last time..."
Casey and Dina had again prepared to dance, this time Dina put her right
arm around her mother's waist, Casey, submissively wrapping his left arm
around his son's strong neck. He took a moment to admire his new wedding
ring, as it gleamed in the light. Hands meeting and raised to position.
The band began to play, and Dina took the lead. Casey thought about the
indescribable events that had just played out, and offered a silent
prayer, wishing that every moment of his new life, and that of all The
Selected, was as incredible as this evening had been.
He then looked lovingly at his son. "You know, the next time I dance like
this with you, Dina, will probably be on your wedding day," Casey mused,
getting a little teary eyed again.
"Married to Amber?" Dina replied, a mischievous grin on her face.
"Don't forget, Amber's a senior next year," Casey quipped.
"I know, I know, so I better put in some quality time with her now, just
in case," the grin getting wider. Casey shot his son a withering look,
and then they both burst into laughter.
The final song concluded with a long, sustained chord, as hugs and kisses
were again exchanged throughout the gymnasium.
As The Selected couples filed out of the gym, and into a new world for
each of them, they were met by thunderous applause, as family and friends
of The Selected, townspeople, and The Selected from previous years,
welcomed them openly and warmly, as they had for generations, in this
secluded little town.
Dina found Robert in the crowd, leaning up against his toy, a 1967
Pontiac GTO. She and Casey approached him, and leaned against his toy as
well, one on either side of Robert. Dina took a macho stance, arms folded
across her now strong, flat chest. Casey eased himself onto the hood, and
teasingly crossed his shapely legs, pointing the toes of his high heels
downward submissively, which only made his legs more delicious.
"Hey, stranger" Dina said. "How's tricks?"
"Fine, just fine," Robert playfully shot back, "I should be asking the
two of you that question, no?"
"It was truly an unbelievable experience, Robert," Casey had thought that
calling the man who had been his father by his first name would be
difficult, and that Robert might have a hard time with it, as well. But
Casey had, in the brief time since his transformation, become much more
comfortable with his marriage, and that Robert was the man he would spend
the rest of his life with. So, calling his husband by his first name was
the natural thing to do. He uttered another silent prayer, asking that
this new union be a happy and fulfilling one for both of them. Casey
placed his hand on the top of Robert's, and the hands quickly and
instinctively interlocked.
"Oh my God! Dina, is that you?!" the voice came from out of nowhere, but
Dina and Casey had both instantly recognized it. Amber had come to
welcome The Selected back, and she immediately targeted Dina.
"God, look at you," Amber bubbled, "you look incredible! I had no idea
how mind blowing this would be." She started to run her fingers through
Dina's now misplaced feminine hairstyle. "First thing tomorrow, I'm
taking you to a stylist, and we're getting this taken off." Amber used
two fingers as make believe scissors, pretend cutting Dina's hair as she
spoke.
"Fine by me, baby," Dina said, wrapping an arm around Amber's hip and
pulling her close. Amber giggled, but savored the attention, and the
muscles of her new boyfriend. She whispered something into Dina's ear,
which caused the new son to grin devilishly.
"Dad, Mom, would it be a problem if Amber and I went out for a little
while?" Dina inquired.
"I want you home by Midnight, young man, no later," Casey directed, to
the amusement of Robert. "Remember what we talked about tonight, and what
you have ahead of you."
"Right," was Dina's grudgingly short reply.
"And no drinking, either," Casey demanded, "You have a game tomorrow
afternoon, and heaving your guts out on the fifty-yard line is no path to
football glory!"
"Right," was Dina's reply yet again. She then let go of Amber
momentarily, got off the car, turned to her new father and shook his
hand, looking admiringly into the eyes of her former husband. No word was
spoken. None needed to be. She then came to Casey, who had, by that time,
thrown his arms wide open for one more embrace from his son before the
end of the night.
"I love you, son," Casey uttered in a sweet tone.
"Right," Dina shot back, and with that they shared a good laugh. The two,
who had gone through such a bewildering change together, locked in an
emotional embrace. In low, muffled tones, they repeatedly thanked each
other.
"I love you, Mommy," Dina whispered. Casey's heart was melted.
"My little boy," Casey whispered back. His tears started to flow again.
They continued a little longer, until Dina broke free from her mother's
arms.
"I gotta go," Dina said, wiping a tear or two of her own away. "I'll be
home on time."
"Right," Robert quipped, and a laugh brightened the mood. Dina proceeded
to put her arm around Amber's waist, and Amber's around hers, and the two
slowly strolled down the street, to points unknown.
"Hey stranger," Casey called to the man next to him.
Robert turned to his new wife, who was still sitting on the hood. Pulling
a handkerchief from his pocket, he dried the tears from Casey's eyes and
face.
"Dina and Amber have gone off to get better acquainted," Robert surmised,
spreading Casey's sexy legs, and wrapping them around his waist. "What
about us? Shall WE get better acquainted?"
Casey squeezed his legs a little tighter around his husband's waist and
moved closer, his arms wrapping around Robert's neck, finally resting his
head on his husband's broad shoulder.
"Should we go home, darling?" Robert asked, stroking Casey's hair.
"I'll go anywhere with you," Casey purred.
Robert lifted Casey from the hood of the car, as if he weighed
practically nothing, and lowered him into the passenger seat. Robert
climbed behind the wheel, and fired up the engine. As he was ready to
speed away, Robert leaned over and gave his new wife a soft kiss on the
lips.
"Try that again, if you dare," Casey meowed. This time Robert's kiss was
met with a hot reply.
"So, you want to get acquainted right here, eh?" Robert breathlessly
wondered.
Casey was overheated by now. "No, baby, I'm not dressed for that," he
cooed, "but I do have a gorgeous white peignoir waiting for me in my
lingerie drawer. Now, let's see how fast this thing can get me home so I
can slip it on. Then slip it off!"
No sooner had Casey said the words, the GTO streaked towards home, where
they would spend the night exploring points unknown.
And in the gymnasium, the decorations were taken down, the band packed
up, and the ornate mirrors were carefully put away. Everyone felt a bit
let down, now that the excitement was over. But everyone also knew that
the town elders were meeting next week, to determine The Selected for
next Spring's Father/Daughter - Daughter/Father Dance, when the
excitement would start again...
FIN
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