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Slave To Magic - Chapter 1
Half way there. On the train. Off to see Emily.
Who was Emily? Was she my friend? My girlfriend? An internet acquaintance
that I occasionally met up with?
I suppose that last one is a bit harsh. And I suppose this relationship
needs explaining a bit so I shall go back to the beginning.
We had initially met in an online chat room and hit it off straight away,
I made her laugh, she made me laugh, we could confide in each other. It
got to the point where I would look forward to our online chats and I was
prioritising these chats over going out with friends in person. She was
only a 2 hour train journey away from where I lived so it's no surprise
that we eventually arranged to meet.
The first time we met, it was a bit awkward. Emily didn't seem
comfortable around me at all and conversation was forced, which was the
exact opposite of our online chats. It got better as our time together
moved on but still felt awkward. I put it down to nerves.
When I got home, we started with our online chats again and things were
immediately back to how they were, and so the pattern began. Online, we
were the perfect match, in person, everything felt wrong between us, up
until my sixth visit. Which brings us to the present.
One hour left on the journey and I was starting to feel tired. I suppose
I could get some shut eye. My station was the end of the line so it
wasn't like I was going to miss my stop...
"End of the line," a voice pulled me out of my sleep.
"Excuse me, Miss, it's the end of the line love. You've got to get off
here."
Miss? I opened my eyes. The ticket collector was looking down at me. Is
this some kind of joke?
I brushed the loose strands of brown hair out of my eyes.
Loose hair? I have my head shaved regularly. I looked down.
As well as long hair I had breasts. Inside a black, strappy vest top.
Below that, a full length, white peasant skirt. Flat sandals on my feet
which had a pale pink polish on the toes. My arms were slim with a silver
ladies watch on my left wrist and a white gold bracelet on the right. My
finger nails had the same pale pink nail polish on them and on my left
ring finger... a white gold engagement ring.
What the hell had happened to me?
The look on my face must have told the ticket collector something was
wrong.
"Listen love, I can go check the other carriages, but when I come back,
you're really going to have to go. You've got about ten minutes."
As the ticket collector left I looked around me. On the next seat was a
denim jacket and a black handbag. In the overhead storage was a small
suitcase. I assumed that these must now be mine, I collected them and
left the train carriage.
Outside I looked around, the platform was pretty much deserted, everyone
else had left but for one. The red-head that was running towards me.
Emily.
"Oh my God, Sarah. I can't believe you're finally here. It is so good to
see you. I can't believe that there's only two days to go," she squealed
excitedly at me whilst hugging me tightly.
Sarah? My name's Steve. And what happens in two days? This whole
situation was becoming way too much for me to handle.
"Listen Emily," I started, "I've been really ill on the train. I think
it's best if I get on the next train back home," and started to walk
away, still in a daze.
"Stop right there Steve" Emily commanded. Steve. She knew who I was. I
stopped dead.
"Emily, you know who I am?" I spluttered out.
"Yeah, I thought it would be fun to see how you'd react to all this. Come
with me and I'll explain everything," she said, acting like this was some
mild practical joke.
"Are you behind this?" I practically shrieked at her.
"Shush now," she said calmly. "Everything is going to be fine if you come
with me."
A sudden calm overcame me. "Okay," was all I said.
We got a taxi to a very expensive looking block of apartments. "I know, I
know," Emily said. "I didn't live here when you last came to visit, but
since then, I've come into a bit of fortune. I just so happened to be the
sole winner of the Euro Millions a couple of weeks back and won myself a
nice ?80,000,000. So I'm set up for life." I still felt no need to say
anything.
Getting the lift up to the 50th floor, I saw how amazing the apartment
was. Entering the front room you could see the amazing view over the
city, the place was huge.
"Miss Caine?" said a voice coming from the kitchen. "Would you and Miss
Green like some wine?"
"Yes please, Vikki. And then you may go home early. Miss Green and I have
some things to discuss," Emily replied. She turned to me. "Vikki is in my
employ as my housekeeper, among other things."
Out from the kitchen came a very sexy female, early twenties with long
blonde hair. She was wearing a very smart looking maid's uniform. She put
the wine down on the front room coffee table. "Thank you Miss Caine. I'm
looking forward to Saturday, Miss Green." She then collected her things
and left.
Emily beckoned me to sit next to her. I did and picked up one of the wine
glasses that Vikki had just brought in.
"Please tell me what is going on," I pleaded.
"Very well," she started. "In short, I have recently come across a
magical artifact that essentially allows me to cast spells to manipulate
and alter reality as I see fit."
I wanted to call her crazy, but considering I now have breasts, I wasn't
really in a position to argue with her. It also felt like there was
something in my brain telling me I HAD to believe her. It was hard to
describe.
"Altering the Euromillions lottery draw so that the numbers drawn would
match my ticket was easy. However, creating the spell that would allow me
to change, you, your history and pretty anything about you took a lot of
time and a lot of energy. But damn, look at you, you look incredible,"
she said smugly.
"But why Emily? Why would you turn me into a girl?" I asked. I could feel
tears starting. She wouldn't put as much effort as she described into
changing me if it was just for some silly joke.
"Why? Because I love you Sarah!" I was even more confused by this. "Let
me explain, when we chat online, I feel so in love with you, but then
when we meet in person, I'm almost physically repulsed by you, so I
changed you so that I would find you physically attractive as well as be
in love with your personality." I was lost. "You silly billy, I'm gay.
And now so are you. Just a gay woman. My ideal partner."
This was too much to take in. I felt the blood drain from my head and I
collapsed.
I woke up in a huge four poster bed. Everything in the room was cream,
magnolia or pale pink. It was all very tasteful looking. My clothes felt
strange. When I looked under the duvet I saw they had been changed. To a
cute (cute?), short, pink nightdress. Emily was sat on the side of the
bed.
"How long was I out for?" I asked.
"About an hour," she replied.
"And you changed my clothes?"
"With the spell I've put on you, I can change anything about you with a
thought. It was no bother at all. For example..."
Suddenly I was no longer wearing the pink nightdress, I was now wearing a
red babydoll.
Even though it was pretty obvious that she was the one who had changed me
into a girl, it was still scary to see how easily she had changed what I
was wearing.
"Anyway, out of bed with you. We've only got until Saturday and I want to
go out for pre-celebration drinks with you."
"What happens on Saturday? Do I change back?" I asked hopefully. Emily
just laughed.
"No, don't be daft. Look at your ring finger."
My eyes drifted back to the engagement ring I'd spotted earlier.
"Now look at my ring finger."
She was wearing an identical engagement ring.
"You've guessed it," she said. "This Saturday, we're getting married!"
she said with glee.
"Married?" I gasped.
"Don't you worry, you have nothing to plan. Everything is already
organised. All of your friends and family are coming. Julie, Caroline,
Laura and Gemma can't wait to be bridesmaids!" They were a bunch of
girls that I had a platonic friendship with.
"But what will they say when they see me?" I wailed.
"Not a problem, they think you've always been Sarah. In fact, apart from
us two, everybody thinks that you've always been Sarah." She sounded
ecstatic about this.
She's toying with my life and talking about it like she's doing me some
massive favour. Has this magic made her go nuts?
"Now come on, get yourself ready, we're having a night out on the town,
the wardrobe on the right is yours. I know you must be feeling pretty
confused right now but I promise you, as soon as you start getting ready,
you'll feel better. And don't worry about hair and make up, that body is
an expert. Sarah's a beautician," she exclaimed. "I know I can get you
ready in an instant but you'll need to get used to doing things like this
for days when I'm not around." She answered my unasked question as she
left the room.
I got out of bed and stripped out of the red babydoll. Emily was right, I
felt better already. I found a pink, skimpy bathrobe to put on while I
decided what I should wear.
In "my" wardrobe it was mostly skirts and dresses. Some very elegant and
sophisticated, whilst others were just downright skanky. I did manage to
find a pair of black, skinny jeans and a sleeveless, knitted top with a
baggy turtleneck in cream. I found a plain, white bra and panty set and
started to get ready.
I didn't really want to do my hair or makeup (or even go out for that
matter) but I really didn't want to upset Emily with the power she
posessed over me. She was right about one thing though, my body just
seemed to know what it was doing. Before I knew it, I had immaculate
makeup on. Just subtle, but my face now looked flawless.
My hair was brushed out into what seemed to be its "usual" wavy style and
I felt incredible. It was hard to explain, but I had this warm, fuzzy
feeling all over my body. The feeling only got stronger as I got dressed
in the clothes that I had laid out. I finished the look with some subtle
jewellery and a pair of knee high boots with a 2 inch heel. Amazingly, I
could walk just fine in the heels.
I was almost in a daze due to this sensation I was experiencing when I
left the bedroom. Emily was waiting for me dressed in a black, pencil
skirt, an emerald green, halter neck top and a pair of black, strappy
sandals. Her hair was loose and wild, she looked incredible. I started to
feel a little bit "moist" down there. I was definitely a lesbian.
"No, No, No." She sounded disappointed. My good feeling disappeared in an
instant. "We're going out on the town! Not on a shopping excursion. We
don't have time for you to get changed so it looks like I need to
intervene."
When I next looked at myself I was wearing a red, strapless dress, with a
knee length skirt that had a split up the left hand side. My knee high
boots were now a pair of red, strappy sandles with what looked to be 5
inch heels. I could feel that my makeup had become that much heavier and
my brown hair was now pin straight and draped over my right shoulder.
"Much better," she said as she pulled me in for a long deep kiss. I could
feel my knees quiver as I felt like I was about to explode into an
orgasm. "If you think that was good just wait until it's bedtime," she
added with a suggestive smile. All I a could do was grin pathetically at
her.
"We'd better get out now otherwise I'll be dragging you back into that
bedroom," said Emily as she pulled me out of the apartment.
During the night, Emily explained my situation. I was apparently lucky. I
would never have to lift a finger, I would be a lady of leisure. I would
want for nothing (except my manhood, she joked). Whenever I pleased her I
would get the pleasant sensations that I experienced when I was getting
ready, if I displeased or disobeyed her, I would suffer a depression. She
went on to explain that on our wedding day, the negative sensations would
become painful, just to make sure I didn't try and back out of it.
It would be all for my own good though, she justified, because we loved
each other and once we were married, we would be together forever. Just
like we had hoped from that first moment when we met online.
She must have completely lost the plot. Yeah, we'd had fun during our
chats, but being in love with each other? Wanting to spend the rest of my
life with her? I had never had these thoughts. We'd never even kissed
when we had met up.
"I know you're apprehensive about all of this, it must be a lot for you
to take in. Don't worry about acting happy around your friends and
family, the pleasure feelings are going to go into overdrive when you see
them so it'll be impossible to act anything other than ecstatically
happy," she explained.
"But by doing this, aren't you taking away my free will?" I asked.
"To a degree," she admitted. "But only in the beginning, as you get used
to your new place as my wife, you'll appreciate everything I've done for
you."
"But what about my old life? I had some great friends and all those extra
hours I had been putting in at work were about to pay off, I was due to
get promoted to manager of my section. Now I'm a beautician who doesn't
even work," I complained.
"It sounds like you don't appreciate what I'm doing for you Sarah." As
she said those words I began to feel horrible. Was it depression? Guilt?
A bit of both? Whatever it was, all I wanted was for those good feelings
to come back.
"I'm sorry Emily," I said. "I guess this is all so new, it's going to
take a bit of getting used to, can you forgive me?"
"Of course I can," she replied as she pulled me into another deep kiss
and those amazing feelings came back. "After all, on Saturday, you're
going to become my wife." And as she said `wife` those feelings
intensified. If this was how it was going to feel, then I couldn't wait
to become her wife.
"Woah, that was hot," said a drunk male voice behind us. We looked around
to see an average looking guy who had clearly had too much to drink. "But
let a real man show you lezzers what you're missing out on."
Emily looked at me, then back at the guy.
"A real man?" She laughed. "Tell me, does a real man piss his pants in
front of two beautiful ladies?" she asked as she clicked her fingers.
"What are you talking ab..." the man started as he suddenly looked
shocked. All three of us looked at his crotch as a wet patch started
spreading. His face went bright red and he ran to the toilets.
"I think that's our cue to leave," Emily said. "Besides, I want to take
that hot, new body of yours for a test drive. Do you agree?" she asked as
she gave my neck a light kiss and I almost collapsed into a quivering
mess there and then.
"Oh yes. Definitely yes," I said breathlessly.
Back at Emily's place, we burst in through the bedroom door, kissing
passionately, I had never felt such desire in all my life. Emily pushed
me onto the bed and looked at me with a wicked grin on her face.
"Now Miss Green, you are in for the wildest night of pleasure that you
have ever known," she announced to me. As she finished her sentence I
felt a silky sensation around my wrists and ankles. When I looked I saw
that red ribbons had tied each of my limbs to each of the posts of the
bed. I was completely at her mercy, yet I had never been more turned on
in my life.
"And that dress, whilst you look absolutely delicious in it, is going to
have to go." And with a flick of her wrist, the dress had vanished,
leaving me in just my heels and red, lacy lingerie. "And now it's time
for the fun," she said as she straddled my midsection and gently kissed
my neck again, my pleasure receptors going into overdrive.
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