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Mark looked at his watch, and scowled, "Damn it Linda, we need to be at
the country club in 5 minutes! What are you doing?"
He heard no answer, so he rushed into their bedroom. His wife was
sitting on the bed, half-dressed watching "The Real Housewives of New
Jersey". He was furious.
"That's it, we're getting rid of cable! I told you I didn't want you
watching this show. These people give New Jersey a bad name!" he said.
"Give me a break Mark. It's just entertainment. We will be 5 minutes
late. Big deal!" she responded.
Mark stormed off. He didn't feel like having the same argument again.
Last time he got carried away and ended up insulting Linda's family.
Mark and Linda were a young (both 29), upper-middle class couple living
in a wealthy suburb of New Jersey with their 2 year old son, Ronald,
named after Mark's father. Both were born and raised in New Jersey and
relatively smart and well-educated. Mark was an attorney at a well-
respected law firm in New York City and Linda was a buyer for a major
department store. They met early in college, and ended up getting
married immediately after John finished law school. They got along
pretty well, but they often clashed about silly cultural differences and
tastes in entertainment, etc. Linda was Italian-American, and her
parents spoiled her terribly in her youth. Her father owned the largest
pizzeria chain in the area, which he started in Brooklyn at 18 years
old, with nothing. He grew up in poverty and experienced a painful
childhood; he vowed to give his children a different experience. And he
did. Linda always had everything she wanted, from Pony rides at her 3rd
birthday party to a brand new BMW at her 17th. Mark was equally
spoiled, but he didn't think so. His parents were from old money. His
mother had traced their family almost back to the Mayflower. They
didn't spend much on lavish items, but Mark never wanted for anything.
Either way, he inherited his parent's distain for new money and flashing
wealth. Still he always thought it was just a minor road-bump in his
relationship with Linda.
Mark and Linda stopped by Linda's parent's house on the way to drop off
their son. Much to Mark's annoyance, Linda's parents had purchased a
small ranch house about a block away from their house when they found
out Linda was pregnant. They maintained their other houses, but
remodeled this so they had a place to stay in the neighborhood. Mark
still had trouble looking at the lavish fountain they installed in the
front yard of their ? acre lot.
When they pulled up, they noticed Linda's aunt, Carmella's SUV parked in
the driveway. They thought this was strange, as no one in her family
had spoken to Carmella since a falling out at their engagement party.
Linda's parents never told them what it was about. Linda and Mark
greeted everyone in the kitchen, and everything seemed amicable. After
a brief exchange, Mark figured everything was fine, and he excused
himself to the bathroom. Shortly after, Carmella said she needed to
grab something from her suitcase and walked out. When Mark exited the
bathroom, he was cornered by Carmella.
She uttered something under her breath in a strange language, then said,
"You shall become everything you hate."
Mark had always thought she was crazy, but he didn't know what to make
of this. He lowered his eyes and rejoined everyone else in the kitchen.
He figured he would tell Linda about it later.
The charity event at the country club was pretty boring, as expected.
Linda didn't bother complaining because she knew it was a good cause,
and also good for Mark's career. Linda and Mark browsed the items in
the silent auction, but Linda didn't bother saying she wanted to bid
anything because she knew how Mark would react. Mark looked for the NY
Yankees tickets he always bid on, but was caught off guard when
something else caught his eye, a Prada purse. He had no idea how he
knew, but somehow he knew it was a rare, vintage bag. He stood there,
staring as a strange urge took over him. He HAD to have it. He stood
there for a second in complete awe and confusion, before he wrote down
the "buy it now" price of $4,500. Linda was even more shocked than
Mark. She wasn't sure how to react, but decided it was best to hug him
and thank him. She figured their anniversary was coming up, so he must
be eager to please her. Mark had no clue what to make of it, but he
told himself that everything was fine. Just as quickly as the bizarre
urge had come, a feeling of calm washed over him. Even though he
rationally knew that this behavior was bizarre, he convinced himself
that it wasn't a big deal. Everything was OK. He wasn't sure how to
tell Linda he'd purchased the bag for himself, so he just figured he
would give it to her for their anniversary. He could always borrow it,
he thought to himself, only partially realizing how bizarre his thought
was.
The rest of the night was fairly uneventful, with the exception of a
couple strange thoughts that popped in Mark's head when the waiter came
to collect his plate. Mark couldn't help but stare at the waiter's
well-muscled biceps. A flash of horror swept across Mark's face as his
crotch began to stir - but again, he felt calm just as suddenly. He
took a sip of his coffee, while making a mental note to himself to
encourage Linda to start lifting weights. Muscles are hot.
The next day, Mark drove to work in his old 2002 Toyota Camry. It had
250,000 miles on it, but it worked so he kept it. However, at a
stoplight, something caught his eye. It was a white, 2014 Range Rover
parked at a dealership. Suddenly Mark was overcome by another strange
feeling - this time it was a deep embarrassment. He didn't know why the
thought hadn't dawned on him before, but he thought about what people
must think of him driving the old Camry. They must think he isn't
successful, he thought. He needed that Range Rover. It just radiated
with prestige he thought. So Mark did something he had never done
before; he called his wife to ask her permission to buy it.
"Uh, yea I guess so Kevin. We have the money," Linda said.
"Ooooo O-M-G! Thank you! Thank you!" Mark said, actually squealed.
"Anything for my baby," Linda said, before putting down the phone,
confused.
Mark drove home to show off his new Range Rover to his wife, but by the
time he had gotten there she was already gone. He thought that was
strange, as she didn't need to be in the office until 10 AM, but he
figured she must have had some extra work to get done. When Mark
entered his bedroom looking for his wife he noticed that she had left
"The Real Housewives of New Jersey" on again. He started to get angry,
but the anger dissipated quickly. Instead, he decided to sit down and
see what happened in the show so that he could mock Linda about it
later. He decided he may as well get comfortable so he took off his
suit and put on his wife's robe absentmindedly. He then sat on the bed,
half reclined on pillows, and started twirling his short, conservatively
cut, blonde hair with his finger as it gradually darkened to a dark
brown and lengthened an inch or so until it hung like a shaggy mop
around his head. As if in a trance, he spent the next three hours
watching the same show, while filing his fingernails and toenails, and
eventually painting them purple. As he watched he gradually began to
not only tolerate, but actually identify with the characters. He
thought about how the women may be shallow and materialistic, but he
admired how they asserted themselves in tough situations. It wasn't
until Mark had finished watching the show, taken a bubble bath and
shaven off all his body hair that he finally snapped out of it.
"Oh no, what am I doin'? I gotta meet with a prospective client at 3PM
and it's almost 2! I betta get dressed!" he exclaimed, with a slight
Staten Island accent.
He had only ever used that accent mockingly in the past. He figured it
must be from too much TV, so he cleared his throat and said the same
sentence again normally to reassure himself. He quickly threw his suit
back on and sped into the city in his new Range Rover.
As was his normal routine, Mark tuned his radio to NPR on his way to the
office. However, after listening to the radio for only a few minutes, he
became incredibly bored. He chalked this off to the fact that it was
not his normal listening time, and started to scan the stations to find
a classic rock or classical station instead. However, he became just as
bored with those stations as well. Finally he found a station that was
pumping out a loud, techno dance beat, and he found himself moving his
body to the music as he drove. He learned it was 103.5 KTU "The Beat of
NY", and programmed it in his radio.
As it turns out, Linda hadn't gone into work early. She dropped Ronald
off at her parent's house early, as she felt compelled to deviate from
her regular routine. She then joined a local gym called "Pure
Adrenaline". It was known as a serious gym for fighters and body
builders, but Linda never really got a good work out at the regular gym
so she decided to give it a shot. She signed the papers, and minutes
later she was ready to work out. She started on the treadmill, but
quickly bored of it and decided to lift weights. She'd only ever used
machines before, but this gym didn't have too many so she figured she'd
try the free weights. She tried to copy what the men around her were
doing, and she wasn't sure what she was doing. It didn't take long for
her to get the hang of it though, and pretty soon she was lifting away
and feeling awesome.
Meanwhile, Mark was almost to his office when he saw something else that
caught his eye. It was a display in the Versace store. "O-M-G that is
THE cutest outfit for Linda," he said as he pulled over to the side of
the road. This time he snapped out of it and his confusion stayed.
"What on earth am I saying? Why on earth would I say something like
that? And why are my nails purple?"
Mark suddenly remembered painting his nails, and finally started to
realize that something strange was happening to him and compelling him
to act strangely. He tried to rationalize it, but his mind kept
drifting. He figured he would think about it more after work and his
Pilates class.
"Oh shit, work. I'm going to be late to my meeting!" he said before
speeding away.
Mark removed the nail polish from his hands the best he could using
remover he purchased at the pharmacy outside his building. He figured
he wouldn't worry about his toenails for now, as he was already late.
At 3:25 Mark finally arrived in the conference room to find two of his
associates already speaking with the prospective client, a man named
Vincent Cardone, the owner of a large building supply company in New
York City. His company was being sued for discrimination by a group of
former employees who alleged they were never promoted due to their race.
The employees even had a cell phone video of Mr. Cardone saying that he
would never promote a [insert racial slur here] to upper management &
that they belong in the warehouse. Mark and his firm figured that
Vincent said these things and was most likely guilty of racial
discrimination, but Mark figured he could probably get most of the
evidence against Mr. Cardone thrown out. Mark disliked Mr. Cardone even
more than he disliked the idea of taking this case, but he knew it would
be good for his career.
Mark apologized to everyone and sat down next to his associates, one of
which was a senior partner of the firm who saw a lot of potential in
Mark. Mark took one look at Mr. Cardone, and immediately felt himself
get stiff in his pants again. From his spiked dark hair, to his tan, to
his strong jaw, to pinstripe suit, Mark was immediately taken by him.
He also felt that he looked familiar, even though he was fairly sure
he'd never met him before. Mark was horrified by his apparent sudden
homosexuality, but he knew now wasn't the time to think about it. He
struggled not to stare at Mr. Cardone as he waited for his turn to
speak. He tried to focus on the notes in front of him, which detailed
his plan for the case. When it was finally time to speak, everything
that he had practiced started to flow out of his mouth... or so he
thought. In a thick, almost exaggerated, Staten Island accent Mark
gushed about all sorts of things: from the style of Mr. Cardone's suit
to a story his father apparently told him about the laziness of
minorities (his father had never told him such a story). None of what
Mark said was even close to what he planned - or even close to anything
he would ever say, but he didn't seem to be in control at the moment.
Even Mark's hands flailed in the air as he spoke, as if they were in a
dance with his words. As Mark gave this, almost nonsensical, talk his
associates stared on in disbelief with their mouths hung open as wide as
possible. Mr. Cardone showed no sign of either shock or satisfaction.
As he finished, Mark folded his hands neatly in front of himself and his
mind cleared.
He seemed to turn white, before saying, "oh my god, I'm so sorry, I..."
"Nonsense, that was excellent!" Mr. Cardone replied.
Mark looked calmer immediately, and started, "Oh..I uh.."
But Mr. Cardone smiled and cut him off immediately, "What could you
possibly be apologizing for? I like you. Your ideas were fantastic,
and it's great to see a girl from the neighborhood doing so well for
herself! I barely recognized you as the same Maria Mazzarelli who used
to throw parties at my parents' house when she babysat me!"
Mark's associates were speechless. This bizarre spectacle was too much
for them to process.
Mark replied, "It's Santilli now.. Maria Theresa Santilli. I got
hitched to Leo Santilli right afta high school"
Then once again, Mark snapping out of it and joined his associates in
disbelief.
"Oh no! I forgot! I have to pick my son up at 4:30, I trust my
associates will help you with the paperwork," mark lied as he stood up
to gather his things.
"Oh no problem at all, babe! I understand completely. Tell Lucky I
said hi!" Mr. Cardone said before giving Mark a kiss on each cheek and
walking him to the door.
Mark wasted no time at all leaving the building and finding his car. He
didn't know where to go, but he figured he should head home to sort
things out. He hopped up into his new Range Rover and immediately
noticed he needed to move the seat up and fix the mirrors. He was
annoyed and confused as to why either of the two, six foot plus parking
attendants would move the seat up, but he figured he had bigger problems
to sort out. As he drove home he replayed the scenario in his head.
What was making him act this way, and how on earth could Mr. Cardone
have confused him with some woman from Staten Island? And why did he go
along with it, even making up a name that included his wife's maiden
name? Suddenly Mark got a little angry, almost offended. AND How old
did Mr. Cardone think he was??? Mark figured that Mr. Cardone was at
least 40 years old. How could he confuse him with his childhood
babysitter? And why he did he say such racist things? As Mark tried to
rationalize everything, tiny physical changes started to happen around
him. His name on his driver's license changed from 'Mark Thomas
Mansfield' to 'Maria Theresa Santilli', and his date of birth changed
from July 11, 1985 to July 11, 1969. He also, without thinking about
it, adjusted his seat and mirrors on three different occasions to
compensate for his height gradually decreasing from 6'1 to 5'3. As his
height decreased, his body mass followed suit as he shrunk from a fairly
fit 190lbs to an impossible 1102lbs. Back in his home office his framed
Law Degree from Duke University transformed into an Associate's Degree
in Home Economics from Staten Island Community College. Both his and
Linda's Bachelor's Degrees from The College of New Jersey disappeared
altogether.
Meanwhile, Linda was still at the gym, lifting away. When she had
started most of the male trainers in the gym were amused watching her
work out with free weights in her husband's gym clothes. However,
throughout the day the men's expressions gradually changed from
amusement to shock as Linda gradually piled more and more plates onto
her barbells and dumbbells. With each new plate, Linda's size and
height increased accordingly. At each step, both Linda and the men
watching would become surprised, but then get a feeling that everything
was normal. Inside Linda's body, her ovaries, while still located in
the same place, had transformed into testicles and were pumping out
enough testosterone to fuel everyone in attendance at an MMA fight. By
the time she was done, the 5'4 120lb woman had transformed into a 6'1
and 225lb beast and was bench pressing over 300lbs. Anyone who saw her
from the front would have assumed that she must be a world-class female
body-builder on steroids. Anyone who saw her from behind would have
assumed she was a male body-builder with long hair.
Linda could tell that something strange was happening, but it felt so
good as she was almost high on testosterone. She couldn't stop working
out. She missed work, lunch (though she consumed at least a dozen large
protein shakes), everything that day, but she didn't care. Around 4PM,
she finally decided to call it quits. She remembered she had a nail
appointment at 5, and she figured she may as well keep it.
As the lady did her nails, Linda found herself getting embarrassed about
being there.
Suddenly, she decided grunted at the woman and said, "Hey, I don't know
why I'm doing this homo shit, but just cut them all off so I can pay you
and get out of here. And don't think about even putting clear polish on
me."
The woman was startled, but complied. Linda left and immediately went
next door to the barber.
"Give me a regular cut," she said.
"Uh I only cut Men's hair," said the barber.
"Just do it. A men's regular. Like this," she grunted as she pointed
to a picture of a guy with short-cropped, spiked hair.
"Whatever you say!" he replied.
Linda left the barber feeling amazing, and looking more like a man than
a woman. She decided it was finally time to go home, as Mark should be
getting the dinner on the table soon. When she arrived, Linda found
Mark in the Kitchen rolling what looked to be meat balls in his, now
petite, hands. He was wearing only an apron, which hung loosely on his
puny body, which now looked more like an adolescent-boy's body than a
man's. Linda instinctively knew it was Mark, even though the idea
didn't make sense to her. She walked up behind him, and grabbed his
shoulder to turn him around. Not realizing her strength, and Mark's
weakness, she almost knocked him over, but Mark fell into her big arms.
For a second, they just stared at each other, taking in the changes.
Mark finally broke the silence and said, "This is a living nightmare,
but I don't feel like there is anything we can do about it. I already
feel like giving up."
Tears flowed down his face, as Linda consoled him. After about a
minute, the strange force seemed to grow with intensity. They both
looked at each other longingly, almost knowing what was coming next.
Lind lifted Mark up, and carried him to the bedroom. As soon as she set
Mark down, he flung himself at Linda and ripped off her shorts and
panties. Linda's clitoris was about the size of Mark's thumb, and
almost dangled out of her vagina. After staring for a couple seconds,
Mark took it into his mouth and went to work. With each pump of Mark's
mouth, Linda's clitoris pulsed and grew in size. As it grew, other
aspects of Linda's appearance changed. Her face grew more and more
angular until she was left with the chiseled face of a rugged 45 year
old Italian man with a five o'clock shadow. Her hands swelled and grew
rough, like the hangs of a construction worker. Her feet followed suit.
Her breasts, ass, and just about every ounce of fat on her body seemed
to melt away, leaving the body of a lean male body builder. Finally,
her clitoris, really penis at this point, reached a full 10 inches long,
and her testicles descended and slapped against Mark's chin.
At this point Leo took over and said, "Get up bitch!" in a deep, male
voice thick with an accent.
Mark was startled, but he obeyed. His formerly petite and demure wife
now looked like a caricature of a mob hit-man. As soon as he shot up,
Leo threw him on the bed on his stomach, with his ass in the air. Mark
was simultaneously frightened and excited.
Leo grunted, "Time to fuck some sense into you."
She then plunged her cock deep into Mark's ass and immediately started
pumping. Mark's fear turned to acceptance quickly, and he found himself
moving along with Leo. Any resolve that he may have had left to return
to his former self was gone. Now it was his turn to change. First,
Mark's dark brown hair sprouted and grew to his shoulders. Once his it
had grown into a full mane, part of it flipped up and styled itself into
a giant pouf. Mark screamed in pleasure as his face aged a bit and
reshaped itself into that of a gorgeous woman in her 40's, one who had
obviously had some work done. Sure enough, his new lips contained
plenty of callogen, though not so much as to look ridiculous. As Leo
pumped, Mark's ass swelled around her cock into a shapely rear end. His
thighs plumped, his calves tapered, and his feet shrunk to a petite
woman's size 5. Mark felt a bit of pain ass his rib cage collapsed in
and his waist shrunk to 22". Then his nipples swelled to silver dollars
as his chest gave way to breasts, which gradually swelled. Inside they
filled to saggy C-cup from nursing her 3 kids, but then they perked up
to a DD's as silicone bags filled to the brim. Finally, just as Leo
shot a hot load into his ass, Mark's cock and balls retreated into his
body. She was left with a dripping vagina with a small patch of brown
hair. Maria had arrived.
"Oh My Gawwwd, Leo! You haven't fucked me in the ass like that since
high school!" she said as she collapsed onto the bed.
A satisfied Leo just grunted, "You got it babe," and left to get ready
to go out with his buddies.
Maria decided to stay in bed and sort things out a bit. As Maria lay in
bed, she let her new memories flow to learn about her life. She
realized she retained no working knowledge of her former career, and
really retained no knowledge from school at all, other than basic math
and reading. She didn't really care though, as she knew she wasn't
interested in anything academic anymore anyway. She was a wealthy,
Italian-American housewife. She cared about her family, friends,
appearance, jewelry, stuff, soap opera and celebrity gossip - in that
order. She remembered that she had plans to go out with Carmella and
Antonella for cocktails tonight, formerly Linda's Mom and Aunt, now
Leo's sisters and Maria's best friends). Carmella and Antonella might
as well have been Maria's sisters. They were a few years older than
Maria, but they took her under their wing and helped shape her into the
coolest girl on the block. They had her in mind for their brother the
whole time.
(to be continued, maybe)
Nothing was left of the up-tight, conservative lawyer. Maria clearly
remembered everything that had happened to her and her previous life,
but she couldn't help but let her new self and memories take over. A
tortured Mark still existed inside Maria's head, but he had little
control of his life, as Maria ruled his impulses. Mark only really
existed to provide the exaggerated stereotype on which Maria (and also
Leo) was based. Every thought and decision was based on whatever Mark
thought someone like Maria would do in each situation.
Mara
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