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FROM RHODA TO ROD by Throne
Rhoda was spending a lazy Saturday morning in her apartment, wearing a
tank top and cut-off jeans, her feet in a pair of sweat socks. She took
a sip of her coffee, snuggled back into the easy chair, and used the
remote to change the channel on the TV several more times. She saw some
science fiction movie where a humanoid alien was leaning over a scantily
clad Earth woman (click) a comedy in which a hunky guy was hitting on a
busty waitress (click) and an episode of a popular show with gay and
straight students teaming up in a glee club. Rhoda saw bits and pieces
that interested her, but nothing really held her attention. She was
feeling restless and bored.
"So, you're feeling restless and bored?" an unfamiliar voice asked.
She thought it was the television but it was coming from elsewhere in the
room. When Rhoda turned her head she was startled to see a chubby,
middle-aged man stretched out on her sofa. He had on a tennis outfit and
an obvious hairpiece. As he got to his feet, he pushed the unconvincing
wig around until it was properly in place.
"Sorry about my wardrobe. It's from my previous assignment." He took a
cell phone from the pocket of his shorts and consulted it. "And you're
my new subject... Rhoda. Hmmm, looks like you're undergoing a bit of
gender indecision." The forefinger of his free hand went under the fake
hair to scratch his scalp. "Well, that's pretty basic stuff."
He eyed her more closely. Under her casual outfit she was rather fit,
with small breasts and narrow hips. He nodded to himself and got hold of
a leather cord that circled his neck, tugging it upward to reveal an
amulet that was strung on it, which had been hidden under his tennis
shirt.
"Oh," he said absently. "I'm Mike. Mike Magic. Not to be confused with
that dancer, Magic Mike. I'm with the Union of Spell Casters and Wish
Granters. What we do is, well, cast spells to grant wishes. As our name
implies. Anyway, we work to establish balance in the cosmos. Mostly
right here on Earth. And your gender uncertainty is upsetting that
balance. Locally. So I'm going to give you a sample of another option,
gender-wise, and you can see what you think. And then I have to get some
lunch. Is there anyplace good to eat around here? I could really go for
a nice hot pastrami sandwich."
The young woman was staring at him open-mouthed. She closed her jaws and
said, "Um, how did you get into my apartment... Mike?"
"Really? I'm about to grant you what you've been unconsciously wishing
for and all you can think about is how I got in here? Come on, dear.
You're not relaxed with boys but you have mixed feelings about your
feelings toward girls. You need some direction. So let's forget how I
got in here... though of course I did it with my expertise in magic." He
paused, as if expecting a compliment. When none was forthcoming, he
rubbed one pudgy thumb against the amulet and uttered some important
sounding words in a language she couldn't identify. He didn't bother to
get off her sofa while he did it.
An electric tingle ran through Rhoda's athletic yet feminine body. She
flung herself out of the chair and stood there, arms held out from her
sides, while her short but stylish hair stood out from her head.
Invisible hands seemed to touch her everywhere, or at least everywhere
that she might need a gender make-over. Suddenly her breasts felt
smaller, her tummy flatter, and her limbs stronger. More astonishing,
however, was that something was going on between her legs. Eyes wide,
she looked down and saw a bulge forming in her snug cut-offs. It
continued to grow, to an enviable size. Well, enviable if you were a
guy.
Or maybe if you were a girl with gender issues. Like her.
"Go on," said Mike. "I know you want to look. Here, I'll cover my
eyes." He put his hands over his upper face.
Dazed by what was happening, and curious to see if what she thought had
happened had actually happened, Rhoda undid the single button of her
shorts and lowered the zipper. She pulled them down to mid thigh and
gaped at her brief panties. There, in the crotch portion of the garment,
was an unmistakably male bulge. She could distinguish the outline of a
sizable cock and balls. When she pulled the waistband away from her
body, she got a look at real man parts growing on her not-a-man's body.
She turned her attention back to Mike, who was peeking between his
fingers and grinning.
"So?" he wanted to know. "Like what I've given you?"
"But... I mean..." She couldn't find words to express what she was
feeling, which was mainly shock, with a good deal of disbelief
accompanying it.
"You could just thank me," Mike suggested. "And maybe praise my
obviously exceptional talents." His eyebrows went up expectantly.
"Well... yeah... thanks," she said in a small voice, one that was a bit
deeper than what she was used to hearing from herself. "I mean, I have
thought about what it would be like to... er... be equipped this way.
Still..."
"Right. I knew that. I mean, why do you think my bosses sent me here?
Speaking of which, if they contact you, please put in a good word for me.
Right?" She nodded wordlessly, still in a daze. He got up and went
toward the door. "Sorry," he told her. "I can only do so much
appearing-and-disappearing in one day. It puts a strain on the old
system. Anyway..." He consulted his cell phone, which she realized must
be a smart phone. "... I have one more assignment to take care of. This
looks like fun. There's a fellow I'm going to let find out how it feels
to be feminized, and then go skinny dipping, and then discover that his
clothes are all missing. And then he..." Mike read further and chuckled
mischievously. "Oh, this one's going to be fun."
He opened her apartment door very un-magically and stepped into the
hallway. The door closed and Rhoda got up slowly. She put her hand on
her new appendage, to reassure herself that it was real. Then she zipped
up and buttoned herself. It was turning into a very interesting day.
She went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice,
figuring that the natural sugar would help her to feel more normal...
well, emotionally more normal... physically she felt quite not-normal.
Growing a cock will do that to a girl. Rhoda sipped the juice and padded
to the bathroom, where she checked her hair in the mirror. It was
shorter than it had been and more butch, style-wise. Her face had
changed subtly as well. It was just the slightest bit leaner and more
angular, not enough that someone wouldn't recognize her instantly, but
there was that hint of difference that made her somehow more commanding.
And that was how she felt. Confident and ready to conquer the world, or
at least some of her old non-conquests. She had always possessed a
certain uncertainly that caused her to fail to get dates or, when she did
get them, to not consummate them. But now she felt ready to consummate
the hell out of anyone who went out with her. The old gender indecision
was still there, so she determined to start out conservatively, by
revisiting one of the males who she had felt attracted to.
An hour later, freshly showered and wearing a black T-shirt, black jeans,
and scuffed work shoes (also black), she appeared at the door of a guy
she had admired from a distance, gotten to know slightly, and come close
to almost nearly dating... once. Rhoda knocked hard on the door and it
was opened a moment later. There stood Jake, a bit rumpled in a flannel
shirt and loose slacks, his collar-length blond hair falling into his
eyes.
He said lazily, "Hey, hi... uh... Randi?"
"Rhoda," she corrected. "But that's close enough. Mind if I come in,
Jake?" Without waiting for an answer she slipped past him, crossed the
room, and flopped down on the couch. When he turned around in confusion,
she patted the spot next to her and gestured for him to put himself
there. Bemused but willing, he went to her and sat down. "So," she
wanted to know, "how's your love life?"
He smiled lopsidedly -- a charming affectation -- and shrugged. "You
know. Good days and bad. Or rather, if we're talking about romance, I
should say good nights and bad."
She put an arm around him and said, "Well, it's daytime now, so maybe
you're due for a change." Then, thinking about the transformation Mike
had worked on her, she added, "A big change."
Jake put his hand on her thigh and responded, "Change is good."
She told him, "You don't know the half of it."
They turned their faces toward each other at the same moment and
spontaneously kissed. Rhonda credited the quick start-up to her new
attitude, but figured Jake was probably a quick worker too. Their
tongues met and did a brief dance together. His hand went to her small -
- smaller than before -- breast and caressed it. Her fingers explored
his crotch and told her that he had less down there than she did. That
gave Rhoda a wicked thrill. She let the increasingly heated foreplay
proceed, making sure that Jake was well prepped and would be less likely
to turn back when he discovered that she had become a girl-with-
something-extra. When he was nicely simmering, on the verge of boiling,
she stood, opened her jeans, and shoved them partway down. Her panties
followed and out popped that exceptional organ.
Jake goggled at it. She put her foot on the couch, between his legs, and
told him to remove her shoe. He wasn't sure what to do, but when she
repeated the order, in a commanding voice, he obeyed. The other shoe
followed, and then she had him finish undressing her from the waist down.
She pulled up her shirt to show that she had small but shapely female
breasts, then bent forward and took the back of his head, tilting up his
face and feeding him first one firm nipple and then the other. As he
sucked on them her new cock rose proudly to a hard nine inches. It as
thick and had a large knob. Jake stared at it as she continued to hold
his head. Before he could react further, she was rubbing it against his
cheeks, first one and then the other.
"It's more than you've got, isn't it?" she asked, already knowing the
answer.
"I... you..." He paused and then, in a near whisper, admitted, "You've
got me beat."
"Hmm. Speaking of beating, why don't you put your hand on it and give it
a few pumps? Maybe it'll grow even more."
His hand came halfway up and then froze. She took his wrist and moved it
the rest of the way. Under the spell of her authority, he curled his
fingers around the shaft, feeling it's power. She made his hand run up
and down the length a few times and then, when she released his wrist, he
kept pumping her on his own. A drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip
of her cock. Rhonda still had one hand on the side of Jake's head. She
slipped it around back and coaxed him closer. The tip of her tool bumped
against his closed lips.
She said, "You know you want to, Jake. You've always gone in search of
something different. Well, this is as different as it gets. I'm still a
girl, except for right there. Now open wide and I'll give you an
unmatchable experience."
His lips parted... wide... and she pulled him nearer, until the business
end of her bone was inside his mouth. When he closed his lips... at
least as much as he could... she told him to do to her what he would like
to have done to him in the same circumstances. He began to suck gently,
swirl his tongue around the wide corona, and then took in more. Soon she
was buried up to her heavy balls, which had pulled up tight against her
body. Oh my, this was heavenly. She could appreciate why guys got
obsessed with the hope that some female would do this for them. And now
she had Jake, a presumably straight guy, taking her generously-built rod
as far in as he could.
She liked that term, 'rod'. In a murmuring voice that came from deep in
her throat, she told him he could start calling her Rod. Goodbye Rhoda,
hello Rod. She began to work her hips, pumping in and out of his
cooperative mouth. Rhonda/Rod could really get used to this new
pleasure. She moved an inch closer and leaned in, sinking even deeper
into his cute face, loving the sight of her meat vanishing into his now
eager mouth. Rhonda held his ears and directed the action, pulling out
almost completely so that all he could do was to suck the bulbous end.
She even made him duck his head down and lick her weighty balls. Then
she got him back to the main act and kept him at it as she felt herself
approaching her first cock-orgasm. She was going to shoot a load into
his waiting mouth.
Rhonda prolonged her pleasure until she knew there was no more holding
back. She pistoned in and out of his mouth and moaned loudly. All at
once her balls were emptying their cream onto Jake's tongue, against the
roof of his mouth, and even right down his throat. She held onto him
until she was thoroughly sated and then, her new assertiveness telling
her what to do, pulled out and wiped her cock in his hair. He gazed up
at her hopefully, but she just grinned, patted him on the head, and got
herself back into her pants. Rhonda stood there, smirking down at him.
She said, "Not bad, Jake. Maybe I'll give you some more practice time.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Sounding as if he was surprised by his answer, he said meekly, "Yes...
er... Rod."
Rhonda chuckled. She didn't know if it was her new attitude making
things happen, or maybe Mike Magic's magic, but whatever it was, she
liked the results. Bending forward at the waist, she gave Jake an air
kiss.
"Now Jake, I don't want you to rinse your mouth or brush your teeth for
the next few hours. Right? I want you to keep on tasting me."
He blushed prettily as he said, "Yes, Rod... dear."
She nodded approvingly, turned, and strutted out the door. That had been
fantastic. She was still marveling at how hard she had spurted into his
mouth when another thought struck her. She was still horny and knew,
somehow, that she was quite capable of another performance. Who needs
performance-enhancing drugs when you have Mike's magic working for you?
It was time for another session of afternoon delight, but with a change.
When Rhonda got to the bookstore where Melanie worked, she spotted the
sweet-faced girl at once. She was stocking the shelves in the Romance
department, wearing a short snug skirt and tight blouse, both of which
showed off her full curves, which were extra noticeable because she was
so short. Melanie shook back her long auburn ponytail and Rhonda's cock
twitched. She went right up to the employee and said, "Can you recommend
a love story with a different twist to it?"
Melanie looked up and blinked twice. She recognized Rhonda but sensed
the change in her at the same time. Her voice caught in her throat but
then she managed to say, "Hello... um... Rita."
"It's Rhoda, honey. And you and I need to talk." She put her hand
familiarly on Melanie's shoulder. "How about we go and get a cup of
coffee?"
"Well, I could take the rest of the afternoon off. I mean, we are kind
of overstaffed today."
"I'm kind of over-STAFFED myself," she said confidently, referring to the
staff in her pants. "You have an apartment right around here, don't
you?"
"Well, I..." Melanie looked up at her, captivated. "I do."
"So show me the way. And then I'll show you something."
Melanie sensed that the something she was going to be shown would really
be... SOMETHING. She smiled cutely, her expression shaded by a hints of
apprehension and anticipation.
Rhoda liked the effect she was having on the busty girl. She also liked
the effect the girl's bust was having on her. And that protruding
bottom, so well displayed by that brief skirt. Rhoda could already feel
her fingers stroking that long ponytail. Melanie went and spoke to her
manager, who was also sexy and made Rhoda consider the possibilities of a
girl-girl-dickgirl threesome. Oh, the possibilities. But for now she
would only take on Melanie. There was more than enough of the bookstore
clerk to occupy the newly endowed girl.
As they left the store, Rhoda glanced sidelong at her date's undulating
curves. She was glad that apartment was nearby. Melanie looked up at
her and smiled, this time with a bit of seductiveness. Rhoda put an arm
around her warm shoulders and let their bodies brush together as they
walked. Melanie inhaled deeply.
Moments later, in a breathy voice, the bookstore employee said, "This is
my building." She pointed to the second floor and added, "I'm on top."
Rhoda said, "We'll see who's on top when we get up there."
Melanie giggled prettily, getting the reference this time, caught up in
the adventure of being whisked away from her job and openly seduced by
this familiar but somehow unfamiliar female. They went up the first
flight of steps and, on the landing, Rhoda took Melanie, drew her near,
and gazed at her with burning eyes. Melanie tilted back her head, closed
her now dreamy eyes, and parted her soft lips. Rhoda locked mouths with
her and explored with her tongue. The shorter girl squirmed with
excitement and did some tongue exploration of her own.
They stepped away from each other, Melanie gasped, and said, "I've never
done this before. With a girl."
"Well," Rhoda assured her with a grin, "you're doing it now. And you can
make your mind up about the 'girl' part when we get a little further
along. But you're going to love the 'part' part. Once you see that part
of me."
Even though she didn't understand all of that (mainly the 'part' part),
Melanie was carried along by the passion of the moment and fumbled in her
purse to find her key, which she used with a quivering hand. Once they
were inside and the door was locked behind them, there were more kisses
and Rhoda's hands roamed freely over those tempting contours. She
unbuttoned Melanie's blouse, reached around behind her to tugged the
garment out of her skirt. Her fingers went to the back of the girl's bra
and searched for the clasps.
Melanie rubbed that big bosom against her and said, "It's in the front,
lover. When you have measurements like mine, that's easier to work with.
Please unhook me, baby."
"My pleasure," Rhoda assured her in that slightly deeper voice. "And why
don't you call me Rod?"
"Rod? Why?"
"You'll see, sweetie. And feel."
Soon Melanie was naked and busily undressing Rhoda. When the naked girl
bared the other's crotch and saw the proud, partially erect cock, she
came to a complete stop and said, "Oh my."
"You like?" Rhoda wanted to know.
"Well, it's not what I expected but..."
"... it seems right?"
"Yes."
"So let's not ruin the mood by talking. Lie back and relax. I'll
drive."
After a few more seconds of being stunned, Melanie accepted the reality
of the situation, got her head on the pillow, and parted her legs, trying
not to appear as filthy-minded as she felt. Rhoda got onto her knees
between those sweetly plump thighs and leaned forward, supporting herself
with her hands. Melanie reached up and playfully tweaked her new
partner's nipples. The unexpected penis grew completely hard. Its
possessor worked her hips forward in an unfamiliar movement. When the
tip of her member touched the warm welcoming wetness of those pink labia,
both of them moaned. Rhoda eased herself inside, inch after inch, until
she was buried to the hilt. The sensation was incredible.
"Please," Melanie purred. "Don't keep me waiting, baby. Ride me hard.
Now."
Happy to comply, the girl on top began to thrust with her pelvis, using
long strokes, pulling almost all the way out each time and then plunging
in once more. It was beyond incredible. She threw back her head and set
up a steady rhythm. Melanie had no objections. Quite the opposite. Her
crooning vocalizations made it clear that she was loving every second of
it. Her legs came up and wrapped around the tops of her partner's
thighs. She met each downward thrust with an upward jerk. They moved
together in pleasurable harmony as their excitement mounted higher.
It went on like that for a hot quarter of an hour before they cried out
at the same time and knew the joy of simultaneous orgasms. It was
perfect. They clung together until it was over, and then relaxed, side-
by-side. After a short nap they got up. Melanie made coffee and they
enjoyed a cup.
"How about a shower?" Melanie suggested.
They washed each other and to their mutual surprise, Rhoda was soon rock
hard again.
"Oh, Rod, I can't send you home like that. What can I do to make it go
away?" she asked mischievously.
Melanie turned the shower head at an angle, so the spray hit the wall.
She sank to her knees and took that appetizing length into her greedy
mouth. Her prowess as a fellatrix was impressive. Rhoda had her hands
on the back of her head, belatedly remembering to grip that handy
ponytail, now soaking wet. Melanie made it last a long time before she
was given a load of throat cream. She savored the taste and feel as it
ran off the back of her tongue and down her gullet. After it was over,
she hugged Rhoda's firm thighs, kissed her heavy balls, and nuzzled her
spent penis. Rhoda told her not to rinse her mouth or brush her teeth
for a while.
"I want you to taste me and think about me for a few hours."
******
Rhoda returned home to find Mike Magic sitting cross-legged on the floor,
watching her TV. It was some reality show that she had never bothered
with. She sat down and let him enjoy it until it ended.
He turned himself around and asked, "So, how did it go?"
"It was amazing. I had sex with a guy and a girl. Not at the same time,
though. But I feel like maybe I took advantage of them somehow."
"No, not at all. Remember how I said that my job is to put things back
into balance. Well, you're not the only one with sex-direction issues.
Those two had matters to resolve as well. Actually, you were working for
me. And I thank you."
"You're... welcome?"
He chuckled. "I know the whole dick-in-your-pants bit was a shock.
Sorry for any upset. But I'm sure you'll agree that the rewards were
worth it. And now I have a business proposition for you. How about if I
impart some of my magical powers to you, in limited quantity of course,
and give you an artifact to allow you to control them. Then you could be
sort of a free agent, doing good work, helping others to find
themselves... sex-wise." He fidgeted with his hairpiece again.
"Well..." She thought about the two encounters she'd had. "Yes. Okay.
Let's do it."
"First," he said, closing his eyes tight, "I give you powers. But
limited. As previously noted." He clenched his fists, made a low
growling noise, and then untensed. "There. All done. And now..." He
waved his hands in the air theatrically. "... the potent mystical
artifact."
Mike snatched at the air and dramatically opened his palm in front of her
wondering eyes. There was nothing there.
"Sorry about that," he apologized. "At miracles, like giving you a
schlong, I'm terrific. But when it comes to basic stage magic... not so
much."
He went to the couch and put his hand between the cushions, saying, "I'm
sure I saw it fly over here. Hold on a second. Ah, there it is."
He produced a worn and unfamiliar coin, which he ceremoniously passed to
her. When she accepted it she felt it turn ice cold and then quite hot
on her palm, all in the space of a few seconds.
Mike told her, "Just carry that with you at all times. In your wallet
would be good. It will guide you to those who need assistance, alter
your form as needed, and suggest to you what it is that they need.
Mostly, I expect, it will be like what you did earlier. Not a bad deal
for you. Right?"
"No. Not at all. But are you saying that I might have a pussy one time
and a cock another? Or look different? Sound like somebody else?"
"You've got it, kid. From Rhoda to Rod to sweet innocent Renee or tough
snarling Rock. Whatever the job calls for. And in between you'll just
be ordinary you. With maybe a few enhancements to make life more fun.
If you treat the coin nice and talk to it right before you go to sleep at
night. Coins appreciate that."
Rhoda could hardly believe it. Yet she knew it was all true. Before her
waited an endless smorgasbord of sexual shenanigans. And all for a good
cause. Maintaining the equilibrium of the cosmos. Or make that Cosmos,
with a capital 'C'. She could get used to that as a part-time job.
She put out her hand and she and Mike Magic shook, sealing the deal. She
respectfully slipped the coin into her wallet and whispered to it, "We'll
talk tonight. In bed."
Magic Mike did a shuffling dance step, snapped the fingers of both hands,
and hollered a single syllable, which must have been some arcane but very
brief magical utterance, because he vanished into a puff of smoke. Well,
more like a cloud. Or something in between. A mini-cloud. There was a
whiff of some mystical scent in the air, but no other sign that he had
ever been there. Except for his forlorn hairpiece, which was lying on
the floor. No other sign of his presence remained. Only the rug on the
carpet.
And if you don't believe this is all true, think about Rhoda/Rod and her
tireless efforts to help those in need. Think about her long and deep.
Who knows? Maybe she'll show up at YOUR door.
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