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Chapter Three
Never Again
1
I woke up feeling really refreshed and satisfied, if a little hung-over.
I opened my eyes, lying on my back and scratched my chest.
Then I sat up in alarm, seeing the big muscular body, the quilt draped
over it in my sleep. I threw the covers back and gaped down at my hairy
legs; the big swollen trouser snake between my legs.
"Oh shit."
I thought about the night before, the fight I'd gotten into, the drinks
afterward with Sangeeta and then the slow wank I'd had when I got home.
What had possessed me to stay in this body for so long? Why had I let
myself fall asleep in it?
I wasn't a man! I didn't want to be one! This was a nightmare!
I sprang off the bed, snatching at the ring. It wouldn't come off. I
pulled harder. Still it wouldn't move.
"Oh shit," I said. "Calm down. It's okay. It's going to come off. Just
cool it."
I twisted it, working it up the finger. It started to move.
"Oh, thank God."
It started to really come and as it moved, the spiking pain started to
spread from my finger. I got it half way and it jerked free, popping off
the end as the first flash came, blinding me.
I closed my eyes, the queer pressure building again all over my body but
especially in my abdomen. The Venetian blinds in the window clattered. I
heard a deep long creak stretch through the house. Through my eyelids I
caught the second flicker. I groaned, plopping down on the bed, clutching
my face, feeling smooth cheeks, all stubble gone. Then the third flash
came and I was myself again, gasping for breath and resting my elbows on
my knees, cradling my aching head.
"Oh God," I whispered. "Oh my God. Never again."
I felt such relief that I was back in my body. It was really me: my
smooth hairless legs, my breasts, my soft arms, my long curly hair, my
squidgy, slightly rounded stomach. I was wearing the sports bra and
panties again that I'd had on when I changed. The discarded jeans and
shirt of my masculine alter ego were gone from the floor, along with the
boots.
I got up, made sure I was really myself, then looked down at the ring in
my hand.
"Never again. I'm not doing that ever." I closed it into my fist, marched
through to the bathroom and tossed it into the toilet. I grabbed the
flush handle and paused.
Did I really want to do this? It had been an incredible experience. And
it had been so handy having so much strength to get the work done. And it
had felt so good to kiss Sangeeta; to pump my cock while fantasizing
about her.
I smiled, thinking about it.
Then I grimaced in fury and pulled down on the flush.
Instantly the toilet bowl filled with churning water, followed by a deep
regret in my heart at such a terrible waste. Why had I done that? Why had
I thrown it away? I should have at least kept it; locked it away
somewhere. But no; I'd destroyed it forever. What a total waste!
I peered down into the gurgling water as it started to settle. No. The
ring was gone.
Or was it?
The ripples calmed and I caught sight of it - still in there, lying right
at the bottom.
Now I didn't know how to feel. Regret after I knew it was gone was one
thing. Seeing it there in reach again after all was worse.
I reached for the flush again but stopped, looked down, reached the rest
of the way.
Was this the best idea? Had it really been so bad? What had been wrong
with it?
It was just... It was just that it had felt so... normal... and comfortable. I
had liked it too much; and that scared me.
I pulled down on the flush, cursing when it made only an ineffectual
clunk. The cistern was still empty. I slammed the lid down in a fury and
washed my hands, eyeing the toilet out of the corner of my eye as the
stream of water inside slowly filled it up.
Then I went back into the bedroom, leaving it as it was.
2
I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror feeling a little odd, like I was
faintly surprised to see a woman looking back at me.
After being so huge the day before and when I woke up, it was just a
little weird to be so sleight and weedy all of a sudden. I squeezed the
soft flesh at my middle, remembering how it had felt to have hard muscle
there. My breasts looked... out of place somehow. It was silly.
I took out a dress and laid it on the bed, thought better of it and
removed some faun trousers and a V-necked T-shirt. I changed my underwear
and put them on.
I didn't feel like working right away. The house could wait. I needed to
just be myself for a while first; be a woman. I fancied a couple of hours
at my spa, swimming and relaxing in the Jacuzzi. Knowing I was going to
do that I didn't bother to do my hair or put on make-up. I tied my hair
back and put on some trainers.
My handbag was on the chair where I'd left the jeans the night before.
The Geoff wallet was nowhere to be seen.
I went downstairs, still feeling a little off. I wasn't sure why exactly;
just not quite comfortable, maybe even slightly anxious. I shook it off
and grabbed my coat in case the weather turned. It looked sunny enough
outside for now.
I got in the car and drove down to my health club spa, the Artesian Well.
It was in Wilder's Pool, right on the edge of Nockton Vale, with lovely
views down the valley from the Jacuzzi. It was a long way from my price
range really but I couldn't resist a bit of luxury when it came to
pampering myself.
I felt rather better by the time I got there, not quite so uncomfortable.
I got changed and went through to the pool; did a few lengths. I gave up
at five, slightly irritated that I was tired, and dipped into the
Jacuzzi, enjoying the view. The water was warm and the churning relaxed
me... normally. Today it wasn't working its usual magic. I felt restless
after a couple of minutes and started to toy with getting out.
I was distracted from doing so when two girls came and got in too,
sitting across from me. I watched them get into position and start
chatting then decided to stay in and try a little harder to relax, if
that wasn't a contradiction in terms. I continued to look down the
valley, watching a train cross the river at the bridge down there and
trundle slowly toward town. Every so often, I stole a little glance at
the two girls; their chests; their shoulders; their laughing faces. One
stretched her arm along the edge of the pool. She had such tiny hands and
fingers.
Eventually they got out and I decided to as well. They got into the pool
but I couldn't be bothered. I watched them swimming for a while then went
through to get changed feeling slightly despondent - I wasn't sure why.
I felt more inclined to do something with my appearance so I went through
my usual regime of long shower and drying my hair, putting on my face. It
seemed to drag on longer than usual but by the time I finished I was glad
I'd done it. I looked spectacular. It was a shame I hadn't chosen the
dress. I wished I had now.
"Ah well." It didn't matter. I could change when I got home if I wanted
to.
3
As I drove into town I thought about the ring, trying to make sense of
what had happened.
Being a man had felt good and natural - too natural if anything. I had a
strong feeling that it had affected the way I thought while I looked that
way. When I had been Geoff, had I been myself but with a man's body, or
was it more than that? Had my mind changed into a man's mind?
I thought about the things I'd done; the different attitude I had to
working on the house; the way I'd been able to stand up to Mr. Crabtree -
and those national front hooligans. I'd been interested in the sports
pages of the newspaper. Normally I hated sport with a passion. And in the
steakhouse I'd been more interested in ogling the pictures of sexy women
in the magazine than reading my usual articles.
It was disconcerting.
But it didn't matter now. It was over and done with, The ring was in the
toilet.
I wished I'd waited and flushed a second time but there would be chance
enough for that later.
I drove on.
The fascinating part, I supposed, was actually the other effects - the
tweaks to reality. This Geoff character had become a brother, to go by
the full name on the credit cards. I wondered if the neighbours would
still remember him now. Did he still exist? Would they forget him in
time? Would I forget?
It was all just questions.
I parked in the multi-storey that backed onto Hurley Park and walked into
the main shopping precinct. I was tempted to walk up into the Narrows and
try to find the stall again where I'd bought the ring; ask the woman
about it. I wondered if she knew about it. But surely not. She wouldn't
have sold it me for so little if it was that powerful. And why would she
have done so without telling me what it did?
No, that made no sense at all.
I went into Tower Gates and wandered round the clothes stores, looking
for something to cheer me up. I felt a little down and I didn't know why.
I fancied getting something really feminine. I even toyed with getting my
nails done. But that made me remember Sangeeta and my mood pitched even
lower.
I thought about seeing her for the first time the night before, of how
proud I'd felt when I stood up to those thugs - how stupid I'd realised I
was when they came toward me looking aggressive. But I remembered how
good it had been afterwards, despite the bruises, to feel her gratitude
and admiration. I'd never had anyone think of me that way - as a
protector. It was lovely.
I considered... No. Bad idea.
I considered walking round to the end of the mall where her little
parlour was.. just to look. Or even... I could go inside and have my nails
done - by her.
Was that crazy?
Yes. It was. It was insane.
But... I was considering it.
How could it hurt?
I thought about it for a second; then two seconds.
Twelve seconds later I started walking, heading toward the furthest
reaches of the mall.
4
Tower Gates was, on the whole, high street shops and giant glittering
department stores filled with light. There were shopping centres like it
all over Britain - maybe all over the world as far as I knew. It had the
customary glass lifts and implausibly long escalators rising through vast
open spaces. It had its food courts and too many shoppers. But it was
highly extensive and in the farther reaches the units went for less
money, encouraging a slightly gaudier shop front.
Here could be found discount stores and cheap bookshops, concession
clothes stores and a few vacant slots, waiting for some young
entrepreneur with a bright idea.
I wasn't made of money. I had always been a girl with an eye for a
bargain. I shopped in those out of reach passages regularly. Who could
afford high street prices nowadays?
When Sangeeta had told me about her "Beauty Bower" I'd known exactly
where it was.
It was a tiny slot between two larger shops, not much more than a booth
really; room enough for two manicure stations and a screened off area in
the back with a reclining chair. The poster on the window advertised
manicures, pedicures, waxings and eyebrow threading.
I felt suddenly very nervous when I caught sight of her in the window.
Sangeeta didn't have a customer and she was the only one in there. She
was sitting in the reclining chair, a magazine folded back on itself on
her thigh, her legs crossed.
"What on earth am I doing here?" I muttered to myself. "This is a
terrible idea."
I loitered, unsure, then decided to leave. I shouldn't have even come
down there.
Before I could turn away, Sangeeta looked up. She saw me standing there
and smiled broadly, giving me a little wave. Not sure what else to do, I
smiled and waved back.
She came to the door. "Hiya. Come on in."
I faltered.
"Come on. You can be my first customer of the day." She flashed her
lovely smile.
"Er, okay." I let her draw me in, tingling as she took my arm in her
hand, guiding me through.
"What do you fancy today?" she said, "I can tell you take good care of
yourself. Your eyebrows are fabulous."
I beamed at the compliment. "Oh, thank you. Do you think so?"
"I certainly do. Here. Sit down. How about a manicure?"
I let her guide me into position and shrugged mentally. "Okay."
She was wearing a white short-sleeved beautician's uniform and, if
anything, looked more beautiful than she had the night before, her hair
tied up in a flamboyant bun.
She did the prep work then set to task on my right hand.
"So, are you local?" she asked.
I nodded then realised she hadn't seen me do it because she was
concentrating on my nails. "Yes. Sort of. I used to be. And then I moved
here again recently."
"I'm new to town too.
I sat watching her, really unsure why I'd come. Was it just curiosity? I
didn't know. But part of me was inquisitive... about her; about the things
she told me; about how genuine she was. I'd been lied to so many times by
different men, I just wanted to know if...
This was stupid. I wasn't going to change back into a male. I was never
going to see her again. Why was I wasting my time?
"Are you married?" she asked.
"Uh, no. Never."
"Boyfriend?"
I shifted in my seat. "Not recently."
"Sworn off men?"
"Not officially, but yeah. I guess. For now."
"So there's no one special," she said.
I hesitated, thinking about the way she'd kissed me the night before and
blushing furiously. I shouldn't have been here. This was wrong in so many
different ways.
She looked up at me. "Are you okay?"
"Er yes. No. I just feel... a bit poorly."
"Oh dear. Can I get you a drink of water?"
"Uh... Yes. Please."
She got up and went to a concealed sink in the back, returning quickly,
and handing it to me, concern in her eyes. I took it and sipped some
down, wishing I hadn't come in.
"I thought for a minute you felt faint because I'd stumbled on some dark
secret." Sangeeta flashed her eyes and then giggled.
I giggled too. "Not hardly." I cleared my throat then set the glass down
and she went back to work.
"Do, er... Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked.
"Me?"
"Yeah."
She paused, thinking, then screwed one eye shut and grinned. "Well... no.
Not really. But!" She laughed.
"What?"
"I did... It wasn't anything really... but I did meet a guy last night.
Really gorgeous."
"You... did?"
"It was nothing. I probably shouldn't even..."
"What?" I asked.
She looked away, thinking again, then turned back to me. "I don't like to
kiss and tell."
She went back to work on my nails. I should just let her finish, pay her
the money and get out of there.
"So there was a kiss?" I asked.
She glanced up at me with those bright magical eyes, hiding her smile
behind her fingertips.
"I won't tell anyone," I said.
She seemed to consider for a moment.
"He was..." She stopped as though she wouldn't tell me anymore, then she
beamed her smile again and I saw moisture in her eyes. "Have you ever
been in a situation where you knew it was going to be bad? Worse than
ever? And then... then a guy appears who's just the most gorgeous guy
you've ever seen? And he tries to help and makes a total mess of trying
to save you... but that doesn't matter. And then... then you think it's too
perfect - that he can't be a great guy on top of all that, except he is.
He's warm and funny and earnest and kind; but he isn't afraid to have a
few beers. And..."
She stopped.
My eyes were moist too. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't say
anything.
"And then he's just gone," she said. "And you don't even know his full
name."
She wiped the side of her eye then just concentrated on my hands, saying
nothing more.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She raised her head and now her eyes were perfectly clear. "Fairy stories
aren't true. Are they?"
I put my free hand on top of hers, trying to smile. "I don't know," I
said. "I really don't."
She smiled, lifting her thumb to squeeze my hand back.
"But I hope they are," I said.
5
I felt more than weird when I stepped out of Sangeeta's beauty shop but I
didn't know exactly why. Not exactly.
The conversation for the rest of my visit had been generic - weather,
shopping, holiday plans - but I'd enjoyed it. I felt like I really
clicked with Sangeeta. The slight cultural differences that cropped up
were interesting and she'd been in the UK long enough to get most of the
references that cropped up.
I wandered away through the shopping centre, turning to look back before
I turned out of sight.
Yes. I was troubled... almost as if... as if it had been a guilty pleasure
spending time with her. I'd been spying on her in a way, in this disguise
of mine. I shouldn't have done; I shouldn't have been interested in her.
I didn't fancy her. Not anymore. I was sure I didn't. I just liked seeing
her again.
I tried to put it out of my mind and distract myself with some clothes
shopping. I walked round several different shops, just browsing, not
searching for anything in particular. I tried a couple of dresses on but
nothing caught my fancy enough to break my ban of spending (again). I
went into one of the big department stores and wandered round, trying out
a whole range of different things; perfume, jewellery, hats.
I ended up standing with a shirt held up against my chest, looking at
myself in the mirror and it was only then, seeing the way it swamped me,
that I realised I was in the men's department.
I looked round, startled and a bit embarrassed.
I'd just been looking at it, wondering idly what it would look like on
but it was gigantic against me. I couldn't possibly wear it... unless...
I lowered it. Then raised it again. It was a nice shirt: more formal and
flashy than the cheque one I'd been wearing the day before as a man. I
wondered how it would look on if I were to change back into... him.
Except I wasn't going to. Definitely not. Once - well twice - had been
more than enough.
I wondered whether Sangeeta would like it.
I put it back on its rail, fingered the shoulder then turned and walked
away.
I wasn't changing back again. The ring was in the toilet. I should have
waited and flushed again.
I picked up the shirt and carried it to the till, paid the money,
blushing beetroot red, then left the shop, telling myself I was an idiot,
that I'd wasted my money, that I wasn't changing back.
I walked back to the car feeling irritable, wishing I'd never bought that
stupid ring.
6
When I got home I marched straight upstairs and pulled the handle on the
toilet. Under the lid the sound of the churning water was muffled but
unimpeded.
I folded my arms. That was it. Done.
I waited until it had finished then turned my back on it.
Paused.
Turned back.
I walked back to the toilet and reached for the edge of the lid, ready to
lift it.
I didn't. I walked out and went back downstairs grumpily.
I didn't need to be a man to do this house up and I didn't need a man to
help me. I could do anything I wanted.
I went into the double garage attached to the side of the house. It was
full of old boxes, pretty much all tat. I sighed, reaching for the pair
of rubber gloves I'd discarded in there four days earlier when I'd tried
to start this job. I put them on, resting the backs of my hands on my
hips.
"Right. I can do this," I said.
I started shifting boxes, checking through them at the same time, getting
quickly hot and even more irritable. I had to be careful for fear of
ruining the manicure Sangeeta had given me. It was painfully slow going.
Within twenty minutes I was hopelessly conflicted about whether to keep
or throw away some of my old school books. Obviously I knew I should have
got rid of them but it seemed so final. What if I wanted to look at them
again? I might regret it for the rest of my life.
"Oh for God's sake!"
I sat down on an old broken chair with no back that I'd also been unable
to throw out and fumed quietly.
I just couldn't do this! I wasn't cut out for it! I was never going to
clear this house; never going to get my life sorted! Why did I keep
kidding myself I could? I was useless! I just wasn't tough enough to get
rid of old keepsakes, and the whole house was full of them! My back was
aching! My arms were aching! I couldn't do it!
I crossed my arms then fumed again. Then I looked up at the ceiling;
through it, toward where the bathroom was.
"Alright," I said. "Alright!"
I got up and marched back inside. I went up the stairs and into the
bathroom. I lifted the toilet lid.
It was still there, lying at the bottom of the pan, unmoving, looking up
at me.
"Alright," I said and knelt down, wrinkling my nose in disgust.
I was still wearing the rubber gloves. I lowered my fingers to the water
then dipped them in. This was so gross; and stupid. But I didn't stop. I
reached deeper and deeper, afraid the water would go over the top of my
glove and fill it up with disgusting toilet water.
It didn't. I felt the ring with my fingertips and hooked it up, bringing
it dripping from the water.
"Urgh!"
I shook it off and moved to the sink then I washed it, putting it on the
porcelain edge. After that I washed my glove and pulled them both off.
The ring lay on the edge of the sink as though it was watching me; daring
me.
I hesitated, went to get it, hesitated, then I picked it up and put it
over the end of my finger.
"Just for a couple of hours," I said. "Just until I've cleared the
garage."
Then I put it on.
The change overcame me faster this time, making me stagger back, then
forwards, bending almost double. The flashes came, each one brighter,
more intense, and then the final crashing one hit me with the shudder
that shook my core.
I fell against the wall, panting for breath, then raised my big manly
hands in front of my face and grinned.
I was really glad I'd done it, kind of mad at myself for being such a
girl about putting it off. There was nothing wrong with being a man. It
was nice. And now I could really get things done - no more fannying
around wasting time.
This body felt comfortable. There was nothing weird about it. I
definitely shouldn't have been such a girl about making the change.
It was only for a little while after all.
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