In Nockton Vale - Man: Wanted - Chapter Six free porn video

Chapter Six Sisters 1 This time when I woke up there was a "bloody hell" moment. In fact there was a "what the fuck?" moment. I opened my eyes, rolled onto my back and gave out a long sigh, then I sat up, running my hand through my hair. The minute - the second I felt that short man's cut my eyes bugged out and I let out a shriek as the memory came back to me of what I'd done. I sprang off the bed and ran to the mirror, gaping in denial at what I was seeing. I remembered everything about my thought processes at the time and what I'd done to myself but between then and a good night's sleep that blundering masculinity that had chased me back into my female form was gone without trace. I no longer felt uncomfortable in my own skin in the least but that meant the full horror of this disfiguring hairstyle hit me like a bullet. I looked awful! My hair had been one of my best features! Now I looked like I was a sixteen year old boy! This was terrible! I grasped at my head, touching it - feeling just what I'd done to myself. I simply couldn't believe it. I sat on the bed, just staring into the mirror, trying to get my head round it. I sat there for forty minutes before I had to get up, and only did then because I needed the loo. I went into the bathroom and lowered the front of the boxer shorts I'd worn to bed, reaching in to pull out my penis. For a split second I was perplexed as to where the hell it was, then cursing to myself, I sat down instead, vowing to get rid of the ring the first chance I got. By the time I emerged from the bathroom, post-shower, I'd made a decision to at least try and make this look good. I had a long neck and pretty features. With the right clothes and make-up I could still pull this off. Hopefully. With a towel wrapped round my chest, I took a deep breath and opened the wardrobe, knowing that all my female clothes were gone but trying to be optimistic about what I could salvage from "Geoff's" stuff. I was presently surprised to find several female garments. I couldn't be sure if I'd missed them in my masculine zeal the night before or whether the length of time I'd spent in my rightful body had started shunting the men's clothes back to their female equivalents. From the slim pickings I took a pair of pedal-pushers and a sleeveless top that grabbed my cleavage and shouted "Here I am!" With the addition of a wonderbra the ensemble worked magic for my abject femininity. I went to work with hair wax, teasing licks out into as spunky an image as I could manage, then followed that up with make-up. By the time I was done I'd gone to so much extra trouble I probably looked better than normal. It was kind of funny. I never would have chosen that style in a million years of normal days but it actually complemented my features. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. I frowned, wondering where I'd left the ring. I found it and carried it downstairs on my open palm. My handbag was in the hall. I went over to it, took another look at the ring then dropped it in. I went outside to check the damage on my clothes. It was worse than I thought. The bin men had been. All my beautiful outfits on their way to the dump mixed in with the whole street's garbage. "What a drag." I scrutinised the house, then I scrutinised the empty bin. Then I scrutinised the ridiculous van I'd traded my sweet little car in for. 2 Obviously I didn't stay and work on the house. I think I'd accepted finally that it was never going to happen. Who was I kidding? Instead I drove into town in the dickmobile, barely able to get a proper view over the steering wheel and simply dazzled by its deplorable turning circle. Driving it was like wrestling a bear, complete with the growling. Normally when I drove round, if I was lucky, I'd get a few stares, maybe a couple of waves; occasionally a wolf whistle. Riding inside this purpose-built phallic symbol on wheels just rated smirks; maybe a disapproving shake of the head. I drove into the multi-storey and pulled into a parking bay overlooking the park. Of my many mottos, "If in doubt, shop" was pretty high on the list. And I certainly needed some new clothes. I toyed briefly again with seeking out the stall I'd bought the ring from but headed instead onto the high street. I worked my way round the clothes shops there for a while then went into Tower Gates. When I was trying on clothes it was actually quite fresh and new. The new hairstyle meant I had to take a different approach and that freshened things up for me nicely. Breaking into the cash my silent partner had made from his plastering job, I bought myself a range of new dresses and some reasonably priced and very flattering jewellery. It was fun. It was great to have plenty of cash to spend again. And of course this brought thoughts of compromise into my mind. It was just a shame that I was worried about the man-ring taking over my life. If it didn't alter my way of thinking so much and I could trust it not to doom me to a testosterone-fuelled fate then it was blatantly clear how useful it was. I wished it just changed me enough to bring the cash in and solve my problems and then gave me back the urge to be a woman. And of course the social implications were dizzying. I drove it from my mind, and as I did so I realised where my ramblings had, inevitably, brought me. Sangeeta's Beauty Bower. And no sooner did I stop and realise that I'd been all but compelled to come this way than the door opened and Sangeeta backed out wearing a pretty vermillion coat over her uniform. I gave a jerk to my right that might almost have led to a gangly run but I was too much in the open. She was going to see me either way. With nothing better to do I just stood there gaping at her, my cheeks flushed bright red, looking exactly like I was a creepy girl-stalker, as she turned to face me. Her face fell two feet when we made eye contact. I was only about six yards away. There was this awful silence and physical hesitation, like she too wanted to flee but was unsure how to. I started to speaking. "Sangeeta, I was--" but she raised her hand to say stop and started walking off. "Don't bother." I watched her go past, revolving my body like it was on a turntable. When she was three quarters past, her back almost completely to me, I said, "Sangeeta, wait. I'm sorry." She kept moving until I reached the word "sorry." Then she stopped, but she didn't turn back. "I'm really sorry I was such a cow yesterday," I said. She lowered her head then she raised it again and looked back at me. We just looked at one another then she said, "It isn't your fault if Geoff got you to do his dirty work." ... which made me feel awful; partly because I'd caused heartache to this lovely woman but also, paradoxically, that I'd stabbed "Geoff" in the back. "I may have... misrepresented his intentions... a little." I said. Sangeeta frowned in mock suspicion. "Misrepresented?" What the hell was I doing? I shrugged one shoulder. "I... He... Look, can I buy you lunch?" She gave a blink of surprise. "Are you serious?" My cheeks reddened further. "Yeah. I just... I feel bad about what happened and I... want to explain - tell you what I should have said." Sangeeta looked at her watch then very hesitantly said, "Okay. Sure. I guess. I was just going for a wrap from Tesco but... if you're paying." I brightened. "Let's go," I said. "There a lovely little cafe overlooking the river." "I know it..." "My treat," I said. "Really." She turned that way and I walked alongside her. And I had absolutely no idea what on earth I was thinking. 3 In Nocton Vale the River Mead ran down the north wall of the valley, hugging the border of Barton and keeping the riff-raff in before it slurped slightly south and ran along the edge of the town centre and then slunk off west. Tower Gates was part of the massive Riverside development that had taken place over the last ten years, but only a part. A great deal of land had been claimed back from the river that had formerly been mud flats and marshland at the back of Barton Mills. Now there were dozens of shining glass buildings overlooking the water: the overpriced apartments of Winterbank and the plush new office buildings of Meadside. Next came Tower Gates, whose food court had balconies overlooking the river on the third floor as well as a couple of more subtle cafes on the ground. Beyond that was Bycastle, the old town, and then open country as the river trundled on. Sangeeta and I got some baguettes in the nicer of those little river- front cafes and went to have them alfresco on the decking platform that sat on stilts just over the edge of the water. The river was at its widest point here and the sunshine glittered on the ripples the rocks just under the surface made. It was deeper on our side and a much darker colour. Up the hillside on the other bank, nestled amongst the evergreens, were the grandiose and exclusive houses of Pinecrest. They were infinitely out of my price range but I occasionally peered up there whistfully. I was gazing up there now but when I turned to face Sangeeta I saw she was studying me and I felt caught on the hoof. I tried a smile on her but it felt false. "So..." she said. "Yeah. I blushed again. "So on Thursday, when you came in and had your nails done, was that really a coincidence?" "Er..." The question caught me completely off guard. My mind went blank. "Or did Geoff tell you about me and you decided to - I don't know - come and check me out?" What was a more plausible response? I gave her a squinting worried- looking grin and said, "Busted?" Sangeeta responded with a playfully stern glare. "I suspected as much." The conversation kind of hung and we both just ate our baguettes for a minute, then eventually Sangeeta lowered hers and released a little sigh. "Will you be straight with me?" I squirmed inside then said, "Yes. Okay. I guess." "What is going on between me and Geoff? Do you know? What you told me last night... Was that really...?" "How Geoff feels?" I shrugged. "You said you misrepresented him." "Yeah. I think I did." I just had no idea where this was going. I was scared to come out with the words I wanted to, but was just as reluctant not to. And I'd always been too impulsive. "So...?" "He.... I... It's hard to say." I took another bite of my baguette to give me thinking time. "Because I do like him," she said. What I told you the other day: that was true. About it feeling like a fairy tale? I like him. I've said it. And I know he likes me; but I'm getting these mixed signals from him and from you and now I have no idea and things are going bad for me here in Nockton Vale and then there's Rasheed..." I touched her arm briefly. "What's going bad? Your business?" She looked into the sky then back to me and her eyes had become moist. Seeing that brought a smear of tears to my own eyes. "Just put me out of my misery," said Sangeeta. "Is Geoff interested or am I wasting my time, because right now he's about the only good thing going for me." I pressed my lips together and frowned then before I could stop myself I said, "Yes. Of course he is." Of course he was. Why wouldn't he be? I was almost in love with her myself, even as a woman. In either persona we just seemed to perfectly click. And that frightened me. She gave a little chuckle, a teardrop streaming down each cheek, then she wiped at her eyes. "I must look like an idiot." "Not at all." "I only just met the guy." "Here," I said. "I have a tissue somewhere." I rooted through my handbag, putting contents out on the table. "Somewhere. Yeah, here." I gave it to her and sat while she dabbed at her eyes, wanting to do nothing if not put my arm round her. "Thanks." She lowered the tissue, handing it me back. "Is that Geoff's ring?" "What?" She reached onto the table where the contents of my bag lay and picked up the ring from where I'd dumped it without even noticing. "Yeah. This is Geoff's. It is made of stone. I wasn't sure. I've never seen that before." "Er..." I didn't know what to do. I felt possessive and afraid for it, despite my highly conflicted feelings on the subject. Sangeeta held it up between forefinger and thumb, peering at me through the hole. "It's nice." Are you getting it cleaned for him or something?" "Uh, yeah. Something like that." "I wonder if it will fit me." She slipped it over the end of her first finger. I jerked in my seat, reaching forward. But Sangeeta snapped it off immediately. "Ow!" She smiled. "I just got a static shock off it." "Here, let me see," I said, taking it off her as quickly as I could while still seeming to be natural about it. I shrugged. "Feels normal for me." I dropped it quickly into my bag, my pulse pounding to imagine what would have happened if she'd put it all the way on. Sangeeta had some more of her baguette and again we ate quietly, my mind sparking along the possibilities. Would she have changed into an Indian man? Or would she have turned into Geoff? That was kind of staggering to imagine. "So, what's... What's the story on that guy who came round my house last night? Rasheed was it?" "Don't ask. He's the man my father wants me to marry. The last in a long line." "But you don't want him?" She looked thoughtful. "He's not a bad man. Just a bit pushy. We get on fine when he isn't trying to get into my life." "But...?" "But... he is trying to get into my life. That's the problem. And if he doesn't take no for an answer now..." "What would it be like marrying him?" "Exactly." I slurped a mouthful of Diet Coke up my straw. "Do you mind if I ask you something?" said Sangeeta. I tried to hide my discomfort. "Okay. Sure. If you want." She looked at me very plainly. "What on Earth did you do to your hair?" I stared back at her for a second then we both burst out laughing. 4 Sangeeta and I finished our lunch (in which I tried to explain away my hair blunder without mentioning my magic ring and the fact I was secretly her boyfriend) then we went for a wander, slowly working our way back toward the furthest reach of the shopping centre where her salon was. She laughed hysterically as I described my cutter's remorse that morning and my frantic attempts to make myself look half presentable. We just went on chatting and pretty rapidly we weren't two uncomfortable people with agendas, we were just two friends passing the time and enjoying ourselves. She talked all about India and growing up there as a little girl. I told her about my failing business. We went into the doorway of a boutique to try on a hat I fancied that I thought might complement my hairdo. We ended up trying on half a dozen each - half of them totally awful. It was funny as hell! Sangeeta insisted on buying one, no matter how much I tried to persuade her how bad it looked. I'm sure she was doing it to wind me up. We wandered. And I started to have those feelings again about her: just a general pleasure of her company, no matter who I was, but also a faintly disturbing physical attraction. I didn't even think it was a throwback to my time as Geoff. She was just very pretty and a really cool person. We walked round the corner and I actually felt quite disappointed that she was going to have to go back to work, but the fun wasn't over quite yet. Rasheed was outside the salon, hands cupped round his face as he peered inside, presumably thinking she was hiding from him. Sangeeta said something in her native tongue that sounded like a curse word. She stopped and put her fists on her hips. "Rasheed?" Embarrassed to have been caught, he faced us and came closer. "Sangeeta. There you are. I was looking for you." "Well... What do you want?" "I thought we could eat together." "Rasheed--" That first word came out fast like the tap of a hammer, but her next words were slow. "We've discussed this before. I'm sorry you've gone to the trouble of making this trip, and I appreciate that you really believe that you have my best interests at heart. I know you're a good man and maybe if things had been different we'd have hit it off naturally. But things aren't different." She sighed. "I'm trying to get through to you that right now, you and I aren't going to happen." "I've talked to your father," he said. "On the telephone." "Rasheed..." "He's coming here." "What?" Sangeeta stood there, flabbergasted. "Here here? Nockton Vale?" "He thinks he will arrive the day after tomorrow." Sangeeta clearly didn't know what to say. She couldn't string words together. And Rasheed had such a smug expression on his face. I simply saw red. "Do you really think that's going to win her heart?" I said, stepping forward. "Seriously? Stalking her; following her; muscling your way into her flat and her affairs; making her feel uncomfortable - that wasn't enough? You think telling tales to her father and dragging him all the way here from India is going to make her fall in love with you? Really?" He gave me a sullen glare, obviously resenting my interference, and said, "Marriage can come first. Love will follow later." I looked at Sangeeta. "Is he serious?" I glared at him and strode closer. "Get out of here! Go on! Stay the hell away from my friend!" He backed up, unsure of my intentions but I kept on coming and he had to fall back or let me slam into him. "Go on! Get out of here! She doesn't want to see you! She doesn't like you and she sure as fuck doesn't want to marry you!" Rasheed gave Sangeeta a pointed look then slunk off while I strode after him, calling him names. I was furious! When I returned to Sangeeta she was unlocking the door to her Beauty Bower and I suddenly hit myself with a crack of guilt. Instantly that righteous momentum dissipated and I said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have interfered. It's none of my business." "No. I'm grateful," she replied. "It's nice to have you to take my side." She gave a brief smiling chuckle. "You and Geoff aren't that different." I frowned. She saw it and laughed. "You shouldn't feel bad. That valiant- defender side to him is what first attracted me." She stood, holding the door but something had shifted. The former discomfort was back. I wasn't sure if it originated with me or her but I could see her acknowledgment of it in her face. "I'd better be going," I said. "Sure. Okay." She paused. "Tell Geoff..." I waited. "Just tell him to give me a call. If he wants." She shrugged. "I'll seeya." "Yeah," I replied, feeling uncertain about so many things. "Seeya." 5 I called into the big Tesco on Ockham trading estate on the way home, feeling a little down. I walked round half-heartedly, shoving food in my trolley: healthy food, not the red meat extravaganza that was Geoff's usual fare. Each time I put something new in I felt even more despondent. I paused with a pack of lentils in my hand, sneering down at the bland little lens-shaped seeds. Then I dutifully shoved them into the trolley and walked on. I paid at the checkout then loaded up the car and drove out. Ockham was a big industrial shopping centre with loads of huge big-name shops, a cinema multiplex, a whole bunch of restaurants and a couple of expansive gyms. It ran straight through from the dual carriageway to the upper ring road that cut along the bottom of the south hillside, hugging the edge of Chauncy and Lockwood. Towards the back there was a small industrial estate and I slowed when I saw a sign that said Autoparts. I dropped down to about five miles an hour and signalled right to turn into the estate. I knew they had a scrap yard at the back. It was possible they had an old Morris Minor I could scrounge some parts for, for when I was doing up my dad's old-- "God damn it!" I turned off the indicator and drove on irritably. I'd really been looking forward to that then, but no, it was another part of Geoff's life that wasn't open to me. It was just a shadow left by the last change. I wasn't really interested in doing up old cars and I didn't want to be. I went round the roundabout and took the third exit up the hill. Traffic was light at least. The upper ring got horribly snarled during rush hour. They should have built it with two lanes. Two roundabouts down I made a left into Chauncy and drove up to the centre where the shops and pub were. My road was the steepest off the mini-roundabout there next to the swimming pool. I took it and drove the rest of the way home. I slammed the van door overloudly and grumped round to the front, glancing briefly across at John and Debbie's house. Being Saturday, both cars were there, one in the drive and one in the road. Again I had a compulsion to call round; maybe take a four pack of beers with me, but I didn't. They were Geoff's friends, not mine. I banged the front door shut after me instead and dumped my stuff in the hall. I put the frozen food away, flipped the switch on the kettle then slumped into a chair in the lounge. The list of things needing doing in the house was hanging over me; half finished jobs I'd left incomplete in my masculine days. I tried to put them out of my mind. I folded my arms and crossed my legs. I went to fetch my coffee and came back, burning my tongue on the first sip. "Shit." I didn't need my life as a man. I wasn't happier as Geoff. I had been perfectly fine before that ring came into my life. I burnt my tongue a second time, put the mug down and crossed my arms again. I picked up a magazine then threw it angrily back when I saw it was a sports one I'd bought as Geoff. I went across to the magazine rack and sifted through until I found a copy of Cosmo then sat again, flicking the pages sharply back and back and back and back before I set it next to my coffee mug, none of the articles touched. What frustrated me most was that I didn't know why I'd even bought that ring. I didn't like rings normally. If it was fate or something - if I'd found the ring because I'd been meant to, then what was the point? So I was a loser as myself with no career and no motivation! So what? If there was a lesson to learn then I wasn't seeing it. Yes, I had more prospects as Geoff; more friends; a sex life; a career! So what? I wasn't a man and I didn't want to be one! I crossed my legs the other way, went to have another sip of coffee and thought better of it. I should have let Sangeeta put the ring on. That would have been interesting. I relaxed a little. That would have been very interesting. I settled into the armchair, imagining what could have happened. Would she have become a dishy Indian man with jet black hair and gorgeous eyes... or would she have turned into Geoff? I could picture Geoff quite clearly but of course I'd only ever seen him in the mirror. I tried to alter that image to imagine him here in the room with me now. I closed my eyes to make it easier. I pictured him standing by the window but with Sangeeta inside of him instead of me and right away I got a warm sexual tingling. Geoff wasn't like any of the men I'd been with, but since becoming him, my mind had opened to that different kind of man: the practical kind; good with his hands; broad as a barn; huge shoulders and muscular arms; strong hands. I smiled to myself, uncrossing my legs and stroking my inner thigh. I imagined that Sangeeta had put on the ring and turned into Geoff and he was taking my upper arms in his hands and lowering his face to mine. In the fantasy I kissed him and he folded my entire back within his embrace, raising me onto my toes. I heard something outside that distracted me; just a car horn blaring, nothing important. I ignored it and sank back into the fantasy. I was kissing Sangeeta, gripping her tightly in my big manly hands, then I lifted her easily into my arms and carried her up the stairs, looking down into her glittering eyes and smiling face. I stroked my crotch through the front of my pedal-pushers, letting out a faint moan. In the fantasy I set Sangeeta on the bed and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, watching her slip the straps of her dress off her shoulders as my erection grew. I undid my jeans and kicked them off then climbed onto the bed and-- "Wait a minute." I opened my eyes and sat up, feeling jarred to jump out of the imagined scene so suddenly. I stared off for a minute, realising what I'd done and then got up angrily. "For God's sake! I'm sick of this!" A final flash came of me climbing over Sangeeta's beautiful form as Geoff and then I gave a brief and frenzied cry of rage. "Alright! I get the point! Fine!" I charged back through to the hall where I'd left my handbag and picked it up, tipping it upside down on the top of the drawers. The contents went everywhere but I didn't care. I scrabbled through them until I saw the ring then I grabbed it up. "I get that I'm pathetic and I don't have any friends! I get that the only person I've been attracted to for months is another woman! If you're so desperate for me to be a man then here! Your wish is granted!" 6 I shoved the ring on painfully hard and as soon as it was in place the first flash happened, dazzling me. I staggered back, knocking a lamp over then banged against the wall as the disorientation and pain kicked in. I groaned, folding double as the second flash popped audibly like an old-fashioned camera, then I banged up against the wall again and flipped vertical, my back to the wallpaper, breathing heavily. I raised my arms to look at them but a wince of pain ran through me, forcing my eyes shut just as the final flash occurred. I gasped out a trapped breath and then just lent back against the wall panting, trying to slow my pulse. I was a man again. I was Geoff. I gave myself a quick check over. The clothes were different but it was a variation on the usual style: jeans, tan work boots and a chequered shirt. My chest was still expanding and contracting with my breath. I still felt just as worked up. This ring. I pointed my fist up so I could see it. This ring was the cause of all my problems. It was ruining my life. I looked at my mirror image. But the ring was the only thing that made it make sense as well. Without it, what was I? A woman without a clue; without a future. This house was a millstone round my neck. My pointless and thrice-doomed internet business was dead in the water. I didn't have a partner or even any prospects. But as Geoff? As Geoff, in just the few days I'd switched back and forth, everything was falling into place. A beautiful charming girlfriend; a promising business venture and the skills to carry it off; friends; money coming in; a plethora of skills to get the house done up. It was infuriating how obvious it was that I should just suck it up and stay this way. And why the hell shouldn't I? Who would miss me if Alison just... disappeared? A sprinkle of friends from my old town? Two or three cousins I hadn't seen in over five years? Nobody... Nobody else. My pulse rate started to fall. I opened my fist, palm up, fingers slightly curled, so the ring was in view again. It was so damn obvious what I should do. But that kind of worried me. Because if I kept it on now and never took it off then, I guessed, the last traces of my female persona would slip away. The envelopes in the hallway; the make-up in the bathroom; everything that recorded who I was. My entire identity as Alison would be eradicated from existence. Even I might not remember it as time went by. Identity death: that was what it was. And it would be my own hand, literally, that was doing it. Surely I'd be happier. Surely I would. It was early days still really with Sangeeta, but she was a remarkable woman who would honour me if she chose to share her life with me. I would have my growing contracting business; maybe expand until I was actually building houses from scratch with a band of employees. I might even end up as a property tycoon. I closed my hand into a fist again. But Alison would be dead and gone. The person I was inside; who I'd always been; would be erased. And that wasn't right. I couldn't do it to myself. I reached for the ring again and pulled it up to the first joint, immediately getting the scraping inside the veins of my arm. Take it off and throw it away. Or give it back to the market vendor. It didn't matter. As long as it was gone. But then... Then Sangeeta would be lost to me. Forever. And I wanted her now, especially as a man again, so much that I ached for her. I wanted to take her chin in my forefinger and thumb and just bring her lips up to meet mine. It was an impossible choice. But I had to make it... and I had to make it now. Or... did I? Surely I needed time to consider it. Obviously I did. That was clear. I slid the ring back down into place. Sangeeta's life was at crisis point. She needed support. And I needed to see if things really could work out, if I chose to stay as a man. I closed my eyes, biting my lip. Was I really considering that? A permanent change? It seemed preposterous. But no more preposterous surely than becoming a man in the first place. It was decided. I'd stay a man for now. I'd make it up with Sangeeta. I'd be there for her and I'd give that new life a real chance. Then I'd decide. Once I'd really experienced what living life like Geoff could be then I'd be in the correct position to make a judgment. Was I going to stay a man? Or go back to being a woman once and for all? Yes. I nodded. Stay this way for now. That was the plan. I hunted round for my wallet, tightened the laces on my boots then I grabbed my car keys and headed for the door. As I grabbed the handle the doorbell buzzed and I almost shit myself. I hoped it was Sangeeta but it could have been Rasheed again, causing trouble, or maybe John from across the road. I took a quick glimpse through the net curtain in the narrow vertical pane of glass beside the door. And then I shit myself again. Because I recognised who was waiting there. I recognised the man rocking on his feet impatiently. And for the life of me I didn't know what to do. I had no idea. He was the last person I would have expected to see here. The one man who had always got to me more than any other. The man who had turned my life upside down twice. The man who I had longed to see again with all my heart. My husband. Please leave a review! For more of my stories, check out: http://transformation- stories.blogspot.co.uk/ And read my transformation novels on Amazon or Kobo by searching for Emma Finn