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Calendar Boy/Girl A Timber Grove Story by Trinity CHAPTER -ONE- -December 31tst 2013- Trent walked up and down the aisles of the Timber Grove Thriftshop looking for something rather specific. He was looking for something that his wife new would enjoy, but he was having a hard time finding something he knew she would love. "Can I help you?" Trent looked up and saw a very lovely girl standing in front of him and he couldn't find any words. She had long curly brown hair and was wearing a very tiny pair of shorts, even thought it was late December. "Sir?" "Yes." The words finally came, but it was just the one for right now. The girl smiled warmly at him, as she was obviously used to this reaction. "Okay, my name is Erika. My dad runs this place, but he's..." She stopped talking and didn't really know how to finish the sentence. "...busy." "My name's Trent." He extended his hand and she shook it with a smile. "So, Trent, what can I help you find today?" "Well, I just got married over the fall and wanted to get my wife something for the New Year. We just moved in down by the lake over the Holidays, so I figured I get her something nice for the house. You know, a New Year's gift for a new house. She said that she really likes antique things, so I figured I would look here." Erika listened intentively, and stared at him in silence for a moment after he finished talking. "SHE said she liked antiques?" "Well, yeah." "What else does she like?" Trent was still smiling, but inside he was beginning to wonder why this young woman was asking about his wife. Of course, it was the same question many in his family had asked when he told them he was marrying Polly. He was 33 years old, and his new wife was only 22. Everyone in the family said she was marrying him for his money, but Trent was so enthralled with her that he didn't listen to anyone. Now that this girl was asking him again, he wondered again why everyone fixated on that... but then he thought long and hard and came up with no good answer to her question. "Look, I just need..." Erika cut him off with a smile. "...to know more about this new wife of yours?" "Yes. What, no." "It's okay Trent, I have a knack for reading people." Trent didn't know what to say, she still had that smile on her face that just screamed "Trust Me." "I guess, this all has happened pretty fast." "Tell me about her." "She's got long blonde hair, stunning blue eyes and has a great tan. I don't want to brag, but she did some modeling while she was in college for a bikini magazine." "No, don't tell me what she looks like... tell me about her." Trent was at a loss again. "Well... she's very nice. I guess she um, like animals?" "Trent... come on." "Oh, she was super shy in High School because she was a little over weight. She didn't have her first kiss until she was 21. She's pretty religious, we met at a Church meeting in Seattle." Erika was still smiling, but the smile was beginning to look like the kind of smile you would give to a friend who spent all day baking cookies, but they tasted terrible. "Trent... I can give you something that will help you get to know your wife better." "What, how could you possibly..." "Trent, please listen to me. You seem like a really great guy, and that's the only reason why I would give you this. But sometimes, we don't really want to see what's right in front of us." Trent was becoming a little upset with her tone, as it was mimicking the tone of his family. Erika disappeared around a corner and came back with an old calendar in her hands. It was on older calendar with both the picture and the actual calendar itself on a piece of wood. There was a picture of a forest stream, and beneath it was a blank set of boxes with no month or dates that he could see. "It's blank." Erika nodded and handed it out to him. He took it in his hands and felt a small tingle as he did so. "Trent, the calendar will show you what it feels you need to know." He was laughing now. "What, does thing have a battery pack on it that I'm not seeing?" "Trent." She said it in a way that stopped him laughing immediately. "Remember, you are just along for the ride..." "What if I don't want to know?" The golden light that suddenly exploded from the calendar in his hands muffled the last question, and he wasn't sure the pretty girl from the Timber Grove Thrift Shop had heard him. When the golden light faded, Trent found himself sitting on a small sofa in someone's living room. A large flat screen TV was on the wall, with the image of a man running from an explosion frozen on the screen. "What the fuck..." The words were his own, but the voice who spoke them was not. Trent looked down at himself and was shocked to suddenly be in the body of a pudgy, young girl. She jumped to her feet and screamed, again with the voice of the girl. "What's happening!?" She was wearing a pair of jeans and a very large purple sweater, and she noticed greasy blonde hair falling around her face. She noticed a small mirror hanging on the wall and ran to it. Staring back at Trent was the face of his lovely young wife, only much thicker and with a case of pretty bad acne. "What the fuck!?!?" Why was she suddenly in her wifes young body, why did the calendar do this to her!? "The Calendar!" She began looking around and soon found the calendar hanging on a nearby wall. The picture was the same, but it now had "November - 2008" on it with the 13th circled in red with "FIRST KISS!" written in big block letters. "First kiss?" "Hello?" She did not recognize the voice, but her body did... it was the boy she was about to have her first kiss with. "Oh, Polly!" "Oh, shit." CHAPTER -TWO- -November 13th 2008- "Polly, where are you?" She had not yet seen the boy, choosing instead to duck into the nearest door which happened to be the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and was still shocked by what she saw. "I'm in here." The words escaped her mouth before she could raise her hands to cover it. Why did she just say that? Trent's mind was racing now. She could hear steps getting closer and her body seemed to be completely frozen. She reached over and locked the door, hoping to buy herself sometime. "Polly, are you in the restroom?" "Yeah, just freshening up." Again, not the words Trent wanted to say. She wanted to say get the fuck out of here and leave me alone, but the words would not come. She looked down at her hands and flexed her fingers, wondering why she had control over her body and not her mouth... "Remember... you are just along for the ride." It was one of the last things the pretty girl from the Thrift Shop had said. Was she really going to have to kiss this unseen boy? Was she completely helpless in this strange new endeavor? As these thoughts went through her head, she was shocked to see the same calendar that had brought her here hanging on the wall behind her. She walked over to it and saw a little post it note was now stuck to the calendar. "Don't fight it..." What the hell was this? The Thrift Shop girl said this would help "him" understand his wife a little better. How would being in the body of Polly during her first kiss... Then it hit him like a ton of bricks: Polly had lied to him about her first kiss. Trent didn't know if he could trust the calendar, but he was currently in the 17 year old version of his wife and she said she was 21 for her first kiss. This brought to mind another thought... if Polly had lied about something as simple as a kiss, what else did she lie about. There was another knock on the door. "Polly, are you alright?" "Yeah, just one second." This time the words were Trent's, at least she thought they were. In addition to the pain she felt from finding out her wife's little lie, there was also something new. Trent began to feel something, and at first she couldn't really put a finger on what it was. The longer she stared in the mirror looking at her wife's face she began to feel more and more...shame? Thoughts of being laughed at and mocked by girls and boys. Memories of crying herself to sleep at night. The growing desire for the touch of a boy... Trent tried to shake off that last thought, but it lingered for longer than she would have liked. She starred in the mirror and wished that all of this would end, but along with the growing desire for the kiss came the desire to find out all this calendar would be willing to tell her about Polly. Before she knew what was happening, the door was open and she was walking out into the living room. On the couch she saw the boy she was about to share her first kiss with, and she was surprised with what she saw. Of course, only moments ago Trent would have thought kissing any boy would be out of the question... but this guy? Where Trent had expected to find a boy equal to her wifes current state, instead she found a very attractive young man sitting on the sofa. "Polly, are you alright?" "Yeah, I just... I'm alright." She was flustered, and the line she felt between Trent's emotions and her wife's was beginning to waver. "Great, how 'bout you come sit on the couch with me?" He smiled up at her as he said it, and she felt that longing for being touched grow even larger. "Okay," she said before sitting down on the sofa next to Mike, and how she knew this was Mike was a mystery to her. "So, what do you think of the movie so far?" "Oh, it's fine." She was so awkward! Trent was beginning to lose himself in the situation. She was sitting next to a High School boy, and she couldn't tell if Polly wanted to kiss him or if Trent wanted to. "Okay, let's get it started back up," and soon she was awkwardly sitting next to this boy for another hour watching some lame action movie. They shared some small talk, nothing really deeper than comments aimed at how stupid the movie was. She even began to notice that he looked a little uncomfortable, maybe a little nervous. She sort of smiled at that, thinking it was kind of sweet. When the credits began to roll, she just sat on the couch with her hands on her lap and said, "Well, that was okay..." "Yeah, it's not the best," he said as he put a hand on her knee, "maybe there is something else we can do?" And before Trent could do anything, Mike leaned over and kissed her on the mouth and held it for 5 seconds. The feeling was like nothing Trent had ever experienced. Sure, there was the fact that a cute boy was kissing her, but there were deeper emotions and fears that were being washed away. Trent could feel that Polly never thought something like this would happen to her, and she was so happy... "Fuck! You actually did it!!!" Trent did not know where the shouting voice had come from, but when she had opened her eyes she could see a group of High School kids standing behind them laughing and hollering. Soon Mike was off the couch, wiping off his mouth and high fiving other guys. "Fuck! You owe me fifty bucks, man!" Mike said while still wiping off his mouth in a very overly dramatic way. "You earned it, kissing piggy Polly for 5 seconds man... you are the shit." There were more laughs and high fives, and Trent realized that she was still sitting on the couch completely frozen with embarrassment. Why couldn't she see this coming? Of course it was all some big joke. "Did you see her! She closed her eyes and was getting into it!" This time it was one of the girls chiming in with her two cents. "What a loser!" This sent Trent over the edge and she burst into tears and ran down the hallway. For a moment she was unsure where the front door was, but she quickly found it and ran out into the pouring rain. She had never felt a swing of emotions so strong in her entire life. Why Polly had kept this from her was now rather evident. She wondered how her wife had ever recovered from such an event. How did this chubby girl who just got ambushed as part of some elaborate prank become the cool, sexy and confident woman she married? "They'll see..." Again, Trent no longer knew if the words were her's or Polly's. "I'll make them see..." She shivered in rain for a moment longer before she was engulfed in a bright golden light and found himself standing in the Thrift Shop once again. "Are you okay, Trent?" It was Ericka again, standing right where he had left her over an hour ago. "Holy shit! What just happened!" "Calm down, I don't know what just happened to you." She was now leading him by the arm to a chair nearby. "What do you mean? I was in my wife's body when she was seventeen! I kissed a goddamned boy and..." the thoughts of the shock and embarrassment came back to him. "It's always different with people..." "Fuck, I've been gone for over an hour, I need to call Polly!" He wanted to talk to her so badly, tell her that he understood why she didn't want to talk about her past. The calendar truly was a gift that made him understand her better. "Trent, you never left the Thrift Shop... it just showed you..." "What?" "The calendar is trying to help you understand your wife, what happened and what will happen only take place..." "WILL happen? No, I've already learned what I needed to... I finally understand." "No, you don't understand," Erika said through a frown, "it doesn't end here." "No, I've learned..." But before he could finish the sentence there was another flash of gold that took him to a new place. When the light receded, she was sitting down at a vanity in a room filled with purple flowers and pictures. She looked in the mirror and saw the beautiful face of her wife mirrored back. Whereas earlier she was surprised by the chubby reflection, now she saw a beautiful young woman looking back at her. "Oh my God..." she said as she turned her face in the mirror, the shock of being a girl wearing off much faster than before. Next she got up and went over to a full length mirror, almost tripping over some weights that were laying on the ground. "Oh my God!" She was wearing a sports bra and some gym shorts, but she looked absolutely sexy as hell. Her hair was long and blonde, all the greasiness from before replaced with a bright glow. All of the fat was gone, leaving behind a lean, muscular body... although her breasts and ass were still rather plump on her frame, but no guy would refuse that they looked amazing. Next to the mirror was the calendar! She rushed over to it and looked at the date circled in red marker: "September 1st, 2009." Polly had lost all of that weight in under a year! Now she was 18 and going to her first year of college, probably in a couple of days. Trent admired her young wife's body in the mirror for a while longer, taking in every curve and bounce... when some red marking appeared on the calendar. In the circle that was previously empty now read: "First Touch." As soon as she read it she felt a stirring in shorts and immediately knew what was coming next... and Trent didn't want to fight it at all. CHAPTER -THREE- -September 1st 2009- The feeling in her shorts was growing, but Trent knew she had to be careful. The shame she felt earlier was still in the back of her mind, and she didn't want anyone to see what was coming next. A quick lock of the door and a glance through the window gave her all the privacy she needed, and she quickly sat on the edge of her wife's bed. She took a few breaths before moving a hand slowly down to her shorts. There was a moments hesitation, a feeling of trespassing that she had not experienced as Mike kissed her. Before she felt like a spectator to the events unfolding, whereas now she was an active participant. All doubts and misgivings were washed away as her finger grazed the outline of her new femininity, as the jolt was enough to clear almost everything from her mind. Without anymore hesitation, she slipped a hand down her shorts and felt her wife's moist slit. Trent had spent a lot of time pleasuring Polly, and she knew exactly what she liked. She began to work her fingers in and out, and although it felt good it didn't feel amazing. In fact, after a few more insertions, it felt downright painful. "What the fuck?" she asked aloud to the empty room. Polly had bucked and moaned when Trent fingered her, yet in her body it felt odd and annoying. Wanting to find out exactly what was going on, Trent got up and dragged the vanity chair to where it was directly in front of the mirror. With a deep breath, she shimmied out of her shorts and sat down. The sight of the half naked girl in front of her sent tingles down her spine, and as she pulled her sports bra over her head she about came from the sight. Her nipples were erect, and the slightest touch was almost too much for her. Her arousal was high, but she was beginning to question something. "Do it... it's why you're here..." Again she was talking aloud to no one, but she was nervous now. She slowly spread her legs and stared at her vagina. Carefully she lowered her hand and began to finger herself again, just had she had done to Polly so many times before. For a moment it felt good, but it quickly devolved into uncomfortable. "She lied..." It was the only thing that made sense. Trent's wife had pretended to get off on her fingering, but why? The earlier revelation of the pain Polly experienced was now mixed with this odd reveal. Confusion flooded her mind, as she wondered why her wife would do such a thing. She was now shaking with anger, thinking of all the times Polly had bucked and moaned as she worked her before. Her anger was rising, but so was something else as well. Her finger was shaking inside her, and it was beginning to feel good. A second later she began to slowly circle her finger, and this felt even better. Soon she was listening to her body, moving her fingers in ways she never did before. The results were incredible. She felt something building up deep inside of her, and she nearly came before a knock came at the door. "Polly?" Her hand immediately left her pussy as she heard Polly's mother calling for her. She shot up as quickly as she could and tried to pull up her shorts. "Polly? Why is the door locked?" "I'm getting dressed..." she said as she lost her balance and fell to the floor. Trent was surprised by how hard the carpet felt, in fact it almost felt like tile. When he looked up, he realized he was back in the Thrift Shop, looking up at Erika. "Oh my God, are you okay?" Erika asked as she helped him up. "Yeah, I just fell over as..." He almost finished the thought, but wondered what this girl would think if she knew he was just fingering his young wife. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, it's just a little jarring. I... I'm finding..." "Trent, you don't have to tell me. This calendar only... wait." She said as she looked at the calendar in his hands. "Is the writing always..." The rest of the conversation was muted by the bright golden glow. Suddenly Trent found herself back in Polly's body, only now she was sitting on a bed in a room with the lights off. Across from her was a flat screen tv, and it was playing the same movie that was on when she had her first kiss with Mike. For a moment she thought that she was back in 2008, only as she looked down she saw the firm, sexy body she was in only moments ago. She was wearing a white tanktop and some small cotton shorts. In the light of the tv her legs looked fantastic, and her breasts were still proudly displaying themselves. She looked around for the calendar, when the door open and a girl stepped through. "Dammit, I told you to wait for me!" she said with mock disappointment. Trent recognized the girl at once, as she was Polly's maid of honor at their wedding. "Denise?" "What? Do you have another roommate I don't know about?" She asked as she closed the door and jumped on the bed. Trent was surprised by her closeness, and a little nervous as Denise was nearly as hot as Polly. She remembered the first time Polly had introduced them, mostly because they were on the beach and Denise was in a tiny white bikini. Trent remembered getting aroused when they hugged, and now they were on the same bed and Denise was wearing only a white bra and a pair of tiny pink shorts. "Wow, I was only joking with you. Why the silent treatment?" Denise asked as she pulled her red hair back into a ponytail. "Nothing..." "Right. Let me get the light," she said as she reached across her and twisted the knob on the bedside lamp. Denise's arm was pressing against her tits, and it made her nipples erect almost immediately. She wondered if Denise had noticed, but she didn't seem to. With the added light, Trent began to look for the calendar. "Jeez, what's wrong with you?" Denise asked with a laugh. "I just... I just forgot to check..." She didn't finish her sentence, because she saw the calendar pinned into a nearby corkboard. It was September 2009, and the ninth was now circled in red ink. Her jaw dropped to the ground as the words "FIRST KISS!" appeared in red. "No, I've already..." "Shhh..." Denise said as she grabbed her arm and pulled herself closer. She then leaned her head on her shoulder and suddenly Trent knew what the calendar meant. CHAPTER -FOUR- -September 9th 2009- Trent could feel the warmth emanating from the lovely redhead beside her, yet she was confused again by the what the calendar was presenting. Polly swears that she'd never kissed a girl before, yet her she was. "Oh, this is getting good," Denise said as she pulled herself closer. Trent was clearly curious about kissing this young woman, but for the first time while in the calendar she felt reluctant. She tried to put off the impending event for as long as possible, that is until a scene in the movie made Denise jump and reach for her. "Oh, I'm so sorry..." Trent looked down to see one of Denise's hand grabbing her breast. She then looked over to Denise who had a look of shock on her face, yet her hand was not moving. She didn't know what to do, and minutes seemed to pass with her hand just staying where it was. Again, Trent's inability to act led to a sudden gasp as Denise slowly tweaked her nipple. "Ah! What..." "I know you've said no before, but just... just let me show you." Trent was locked into place by the intense feeling she was receiving. Denise's finger was slowly tracing a circle around her nipple, and before she knew it Denise was leaning up and kissing her softly on the lips. At first Trent did nothing, but she soon lost herself in the moment and began to kiss her back. After a few moments, Denise broke of the kiss and smiled at her. "Did that change your mind?" Trent wanted to respond with a question, but was instead shocked to see her remove her bra. Denise then grabbed one of Trent's hands and placed it on her naked breast. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening." "No, I..." Denise could tell Trent was getting lost in the moment, and she tried to push further by kissing her again. Her soft lips were just too much, and Trent began to rub the breast still in her hand. When Denise's tongue entered her mouth, she quickly accepted it and swirled it about with her own. Trent had kissed many girls as a man, but this was something else entirely. There was a sweetness in her embrace, a softness that she had not been privy to as a man. "I've wanted to taste you for so long..." While still kissing, Trent tried to search Polly's mind as to what she was talking about. She soon found that Denise had come on to Polly many times before, first playfully then more openly. Each time Polly had refuted her advances... until tonight. Trent was pulled back into the moment when Denise's hand dipped into her cotton shorts, only to be slammed back into his own body on the floor of the Thrift Shop. He was groggy for a moment, the sheer speed in which he had been pulled out of the calendar more jarring than it had been before. "Erika?" He adjusted his eyes as he said, the glow from the phosphorescent lights just too much for eyes that were only moments ago in the dark. "Erika?" He called again, but now his eyes were adjusted enough that he could tell he was alone in the isle. He got up on his feet, steadying himself on a nearby shelf. It was odd, but now that he was a man again he was angered by what Polly had done. Or really, what he had done as Polly. "Why?" he asked to the empty isle, thinking of how each time into the calendar resulted in another lie rising to the surface. He was so mad at his new wife, that his hands were shaking. He had been open and honest with her about everything, and she was nothing but lies. The anger was making him realize something: His wife was nothing but a slut. Maybe that's how he should treat her then... As he grew more angry, he saw a note scribbled on the calendar. It was in different writing, and it only said "STOP" in big blue letters. He could barely think about what it could mean before the golden glow of the calendar sucked him back in and she felt Denise's hand entering her shorts. Denise looked into her eyes and softly asked, "Should I?" For a moment Trent seemed unwilling to commit to what was forming in his mind, yet the anger was now being laced with a great amount of lust. "Yes. God, yes." Denise's eyes brightened as she heard Trent speak the words, and in a moment Denise had one finger inside her moist slit. "Oh, yes!" Trent screamed as her roommate fingered her. She clearly knew what she was doing, as it felt better than it did back in Polly's room. As she allowed her young wifes body to be used, Trent looked over to the calendar to see "First Orgasm!" circled in red. There was no anger anymore, as lust had cleared Trent's mind. The only thing that mattered was making sure her wife got what she had coming. "Oh, shit!" Denise screamed as in a move that surprised even her, Trent bent down and began to lick her tit. "Oh, fuck yes! I knew you had it in you!" Trent said nothing, choosing instead to focus all her energy on the sexy young co-ed in front of her. She began tracing her hands all over her body, even going as far as removing her tiny pair of pink shorts. Before she had a chance to feel Denise's ass, Trent found herself suddenly on her back with Denise's head hovering over her pussy. "No, no... little girl. First I get to finish you off," she said with a wicked grin before lowering her mouth onto her feminine lips. "Fuck!" Trent shouted as the pleasure generated by Denises tongue nearly made her break in two. With every lick, Trent could feel herself getting closer and closer to release, and she made sure Denise knew it. "Yes! Fuck me with your tongue! Make my slutty pussy cum!" After the last comment, Denise looked at her with shock in her eyes. Trent didn't care, as she grabbed her head and forced her head down. She did not seem to mind being a little used, as her tongue began to work again in earnest. "Yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!!!" Trent yelled as her body buckled in the pleasure of her first orgasm. Her mind was filled with white light, as the sensation was far more incredible than anything she had felt as a man. "Oh, fuck! I don't... I didn't... Fuck!" "Wow... you really get into sex." Denise said with a little grin, her naked body sliding up beside Trent. "I told you you had no idea. And I had no idea how much of a slut you became in bed" "You're right... I... This..." Trent's breathing was still labored, making words hard to find. Right as Denise leaned in for another kiss, Trent suddenly found himself back on the floor of the Thrift Shop. His body was tense, and it took another moment to adjust to the change. "Erika?" "Trent!? I'm coming! Don't do anything!" She was in the aisle next to him, and there was concern in her voice. He could tell she was running to him, but he didn't seem to care anymore. All he could think about was how good it felt as Polly... "The whore..." He said aloud as he thought of her wiggling as her roommate went down on her. Whatever anger he had it was now gone, and he simply smiled at Erika as she rounded the corner yelling for him to stop before the soft golden glow enveloped him once more. Trent was surprised to find herself sitting on a wooden bench wearing a lovely blue dress. As she looked around, she found that she was in another place she recognized: The Church where she had met Polly. The feeling of being a woman again felt great, and she stretched her arms behind her, causing her breasts to test the strength of her dress. There were probably a hundred people crammed into the church, ranging from little kids to old couples. She sat on the bench alone, before a very handsome young man came and sat beside her. He was in a nice black suit, with a light pink tie. Trent recognized him after a moment as one Polly's friends from school. She had introduced Trent to him on the day they had met in this very church. "Hi, Polly." "Hi, Dean," Trent said with a wicked grin. She had always been jealous of Dean's good looks, and had often thought that Polly had messed around with him. Now this confirmed it, as she looked behind her and saw the calendar on the wall. It was now October of 2010, and the 12th was circled with "First Handjob!" Dean was beginning to make some nervous small talk, but all Trent could think of is why his whore the wife would wait over a year before hooking up with a guy. Did she just go out with Denise all that time? Did no guy make a move on her? All these thoughts were racing through her head as Dean continued to make small talk, until she heard silence from him. She looked over to him, and saw him staring down the top of her dress. She really couldn't blame him, as she was showing off her tits like, well... like a whore in church. His eyes then met hers, and his face became as red as an apple. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" Trent had met Dean a couple of times, and was surprised to see him acting like such a boy. His bashfulness was kind of cute. "It's okay," she said with another wicked grin as she glanced at the calendar behind her, "but let's see if we can make you blush even more." CHAPTER -FIVE- -October 12th 2010- Trent wasted no time and moved her hand down to Dean's crotch. He was already rock hard, and the sudden arrival of her hand made him begin to swell even more. "Woah!" Dean said aloud, causing some nearby people to look back. "Quiet, tiger... you want me to stop?" She was now running her hand over his cock, loving the feeling of power she felt over such a big, strong guy. "What... what's gotten into you, Polly?" he asked as he stiffened in his seat. "Nothing is in me... yet." This comment made Dean's eyes almost bulge out of his head.Trent smiled and began to unzip his pants. "Polly," he said with a whisper, "you have to..." Whatever he was going to say was wiped away the moment her hand freed his cock from his pants. He soft hands were now stroking it, and she could tell he was enjoying it. "Oh, God." He barely said it aloud, but it caused more members of the congregation to look back. He tried his best to look like a beautiful girl wasn't giving him a handy, but Trent knew he was losing control. She looked down and admired the cock in her hand, as it was much bigger than the one she had as a man. Trent continued to use her right hand to stroke him, and with her left she raised it to her breast and began to tweak her nipple. Dean looked over in horror, watching as she made her nipple erect enough that it poked up her dress. What happened next almost made him jump off of the bench. "Oh, this is better," Trent said as she pulled her dress and bra down, causing her left breast to reveal itself. Dean looked around to see if anyone noticed this and was surprised to see everyone still facing forward, ironically enough listening to the pastor talk about the law of chastity. Trent watched as Dean stared at her breast, all the while still stroking his cock. Everything came to a head as she pinched her nipple and he came without warning. "Shit!" he screamed as he shot his load all over the bench in front of him. An old woman nearby scoffed at him, taking enough time to look back that Trent quickly covered her breast back up. "Well, that was quite the sermon," Trent added as she wiped the semen from her hands. "How was it for you?" "Oh my God," he said between breaths, "that was... amazing." Trent leaned over to kiss Dean, but he soon found himself back in the Thrift Shop. He raised his hands up, half expecting to see Dean's cum still all over them, but they were clean. He tried to get up, but his head was pounding. "Trent? Trent, stop!" He looked over to see Erika running down the aisle. He opened his mouth to say something, but the golden glow of the calendar stopped him from doing so. She shut her eyes, thinking her head would be pounding harder, but she was glad to find she was feeling fine. She looked around and tried to figure out where she was. It was a bedroom, but she had never seen it before. She looked down and found she was in a pair of tight jeans and long sleeve maroon shirt. No matter how angry she was about her wife, Trent was beginning to enjoy being in her young, supple body more and more. A few pictures hung on the wall, and as Trent got up to look at them she realized Polly was in most of them... so was Dean. She began to get angry, thinking again of how many lies Polly had told her. Not only had she given him a handjob in a Church, she also dated Dean for... She realized she had no idea when exactly it was, and she began to look for the calendar. She quickly found it and saw it was Christmas Eve, 2010. That meant she had been dating Dean for a little over 2 months. "Lying whore," she said under her breath. "What was that?" She turned to see Dean coming in the room. He was wearing jeans and a sweater, and he looked rather handsome. She hated herself for admiring his body, as Trent felt more betrayed by the dating than he did by the handjob. "Oh, nothing..." she said, trying to sound like she wasn't incredibly angry. "Okay, so are we going to do this?" "What!?" Trent asked with some appall. Before she had been happy to give this guy a handjob, but she was now mad at him as well. "You were the one who said you wanted to exchange gifts, right?" "Oh... um... Of course." Of course she had no idea why she was there. She looked back to find the calendar, but saw it was now gone. "Are you okay?" "Yeah... I just have to use the restroom." Trent didn't give him any time to answer, and she just stepped through a door and was relieved to find it was a restroom. She quickly shut the door and turned on the fan to give her some privacy. Trent starred in the mirror and saw her lovely wife staring back at him. Before she had given Dean a handjob to demean his wife, only now she was going to go further with him and she didn't want to. Now she wanted to hurt Dean. "Oh, shit! I'm sorry." Trent turned to see a Dean's younger brother Matt at the other door. He looked just like Dean, only a little younger and possibly a little taller. "I thought you were Dean, Polly." He said, but she did not believe him. There was a little smirk on his face, and he was clearly ogling her tits. Before he knew what was happening, she had him by the wrist as she stared at the calendar that had appeared right beside him. "First Blowjob!" She knew the calendar meant Dean, but she was going to take control of the situation. "So, you like what you see?" she said as she pulled him in and closed the door. "Of course." Trent smiled, loving the way this boy was so sure of himself. Dean was so reluctant and timid, but his brother was calm and sure. Without asking, he leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. She was surprised by the suddenness and control he displayed. Often her experiences in the calendar were situations where she was in control, now she found herself giving in to Matt's advances. "Holy shit," Trent whispered as he began to kiss her neck. "Is everything okay in there?" Dean asked from behind the closed door. "Yeah, I'm just freshening up," she added before Matt got emboldened and lifted her shirt over her head. She was wearing a plain white bra, but Matt looked at her as if she was wearing the most amazing lingerie ever. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He then went about kissing her tits and massaging them, making Trent feel better than he had previously believed possible. She was getting wet, and she was beginning to think that she should thank Matt for all of his efforts so far. "Let's see what we've got here," she said with a smile as she got on her knees and undid his belt. Soon his cock was out and Trent began to massage it. "Ooooh, you're bigger than your brother." "Fuck, I knew you two have fooled around." Trent didn't really register the comment, instead she was building up her will to suck this guys cock. Everything else to this point was exploration of his wife's body to a point, and even the hand job was something she had done to her own dick as a man many times. This was different, she felt she was about to cross a line. Whatever trepidation she was feeling, Matt sensed it and decided to take matters into his own hands. He grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her mouth onto his cock. At first Trent was shocked that Matt could be so forceful, but after a moment she began to work her mouth over his cock without any help. At first it was strange to have a dick in her mouth, but with every lick she began to think of it like she was sucking on a lollipop. Soon she was swirling her tongue around his tip, doing things she knew she appreciated when she was a man. "Oh, you suck like a fucking pro." She loved the encouragement from Matt, and she found herself getting more and more turned on by the situation. Sucking his big, hard cock was making her feel great, so good in fact that she was beginning to want that cock somewhere else inside her. She began to try and see how much of him she could take, and she found she could take quite a bit. Before she could see how much more, Matt suddenly came and she felt warm liquid running down the back of her throat. "Fuck! Oh fuck!" Matt shouted out loud, making Dean bang on the door again. "Hey! What's going on in there!?" Before Trent could remove her mouth from Matt's cock, Dean was standing in the doorway with a shocked look on his face. "What the... what?" Trent didn't know what to say, but she felt like she had accomplished her goal. She removed Matt's cock and wiped off her mouth. She then looked up to Matt who had a look on his face like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Polly, I don't... I don't understand." "Well," Trent said to the isle as he saw Erika running towards him still. He felt his head pudding again but before he even had a moment to raise his hands to his temples, the golden light took him again. The suddenness of it all left her reeling as she collapsed to the carpet below. "Oh my God! Are you alright!?" She recognized the voice, but couldn't place it. "I'm fine... really..." She said the words, but she wasn't certain. Her body ached and she was covered in sweat. When she looked down to see why, she saw she was wearing a very revealing pink sports bra and a tiny pair of black shorts... and she realized what was happening. She was at the gym. "Are you sure? That was a pretty hard fall?" She looked up to see who was offering to help her, and to her amazement she saw the boy who had started all of this: Her first kiss, Mike. "Oh my God," Trent said as he helped her up. "What? Did I hurt you?" "No..." He didn't hurt her at all, instead she was shocked by how good he looked. Back during her first kiss he was cute in that boyish type of way, now he was all man. Muscles bounded all over his body, and she had never seen a man with abs as solid as his. "I'm fine, thank you." "Okay... but... I don't want this to sound cheesy, but do I know you? I mean, I've seen you here before because you..." "I what?" Trent asked, finding herself suddenly flirting with the boy who broke her wife's heart years ago. "Well, you stand out." He said it with a smile that was not cocky or powerful, but rather genuine and soft. Trent found herself at a loss, as she still felt like only moments ago she had her mouth around Matt's cock. Now she was standing by this man who, for as far as she knew, made her cry only hours before... yet she was drawn to him. When she looked behind him on the wall, she saw something that made her weak at the knees. "Why, thank you... and you do know me." "I do?" "Yeah... I'm the girl who's about to fuck your brains out." CHAPTER -SIX- -September 12th 2012- "What?" Mike said incredulously, baking away a little as he did. "What? Don't you want to fuck me?" Trent asked as she bit her bottom lip, advancing on him. She could feel sweat running down her body, and it made her feel even more sensual than before. "What? No. I don't even know you." Mike was now up against a mirror, and Trent was right on top of him. Behind Mike she could see the calendar hanging there, the date September 12th circled with "First Time!" written in red. The fact that she was about to fuck a man meant nothing to her, in fact it was all that she wanted at the moment. Many of the other patrons of the gym didn't take notice, even when Trent pulled her top up and pressed her naked tits into Mike's chest. "Hey, stop!" "Come on, you know you want to..." "No!" Mike then pushed Trent away, causing her to fall to the floor. As she did, she hit her head against the tile floor of the gym. "Oh, God! Are you okay?" Trent shook her head, and felt the throbbing from before. "I'm good... actually, I feel much better." Trent did not agree with the words, and more importantly he had not said them. "Are you sure?" Mike asked as he helped her up. "Oh my God! It's happened again!" Polly shouted as she pulled her top down over her exposed breasts. Trent was still aware of everything that was happening, but he was no longer in control of anything. "Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed!" She was now struggling to get away, but Mike was holding her shoulders. "Hey, you hit your head pretty good and it was my fault..." "No, it was mine!" Polly was finished struggling and was now openly weeping. "I try to fight it... I try my hardest to push the feelings down, but sometimes I just lose it." "What are you talking about?" "You wouldn't believe me..." "Try me." Polly looked at him for a long moment, and as she did Trent was also waiting to hear how his whore the wife would explain herself. After what seemed like an eternity, Trent found himself weeping on the tiles of the Timber Grove Thrift Shop with Erika struggling to wake him up. "Trent! Oh my God! Are you okay?" "It was me..." "Trent... God, I'm so sorry." "Erika... it was me." "Just save your strength, you're free from the calendar." Trent was still weeping uncontrollably, and he was finding it hard to speak. His final moments in the calendar were his undoing. He was stuck inside his wife's body all evening, and while none of it had ended the same as his previous trips, this one caused him more pain than any of his wife's "lies". "You're being very kind..." his wife had said as she joined Mike for some coffee. "You really don't have to do this." "Of course I do," Mike said as he sat across from her, "not only for knocking you down, but for what happened back in High School. I still can't apologize enough..." "No... it's really me who should be thanking you. I came onto you really hard, and you didn't give in." "Yeah, about that..." "I know it sounds crazy, but believe me when I say that I'm not the crazy slut coming onto you earlier. I know how I look, and I spend a lot of time at the gym to look this way, but I'm still the shy girl you picked on in High School." "God, I'm so sorry..." "No, that night actually led me here today. I know children can be cruel, so I don't blame you for what happened." "So... why did you?" "I can't explain it... but sometimes I just lose control of myself. It's only happened a handful of times, but I've done some things that I'm not proud of." Mike looked like he wanted to ask what, but he seemed to unsure to ask. Polly recognized this, and felt like she could finally talk to someone about what had troubled her for so many years. "I've lost control... sexually." Mike almost spit up the coffee he had just sipped. "I've been with men and women, doing things I didn't even know about. I've gone down on guys and girls, and have had a girl get me off." As she said it there was no pride or boasting involved, in fact she was starting to tear up again. "I even did something that hurt someone very close to me... and I have no idea why." They had talked more, with Polly crying and Mike doing his best to comfort her, all the while Trent hovered unknown in her subconscious listening to everything. He was finally freed from her when she kissed Mike softly on the cheek, before he found himself crying here on the floor. "It was me. I did it all." "Whatever happened was not your fault... something was wrong with the calendar..." Erika was trying to help him, to explain everything to him... but he was having none of it. He took over his wife's body and made her do unthinkable things all because he was so unsure of himself and wanted her to be the girl everyone told him she was. He was the whore. Erika was still trying to get his attention, but his eyes were locked onto the calendar lying only a couple of feet away. Before Erika knew what was happening, Trent was on his feet running for the calendar. "No! It's not right! The Calendar!!!" He did not hear another word, as the golden glow of the calendar welcomed him back into the body of his lovely wife. As she looked around, she found she was back in the church where she had... She shook the thought from her mind and raised her hands, just to make sure she was fully in charge. After a few flexes, she was relieved to find she was all Trent and went about looking for the calendar. She didn't have too much time to look for it before she realized what day it was without it, and it made what she was about to do all that much easier. Across from her on a pew sat a young man in a nice blue suit. He was slightly older than her, but he was kinda handsome. She knew that he was stealing looks at her, even though he had his eyes locked on the Pastor. The reason why she knew he was checking her out, was because it was him about a year ago. This was the night he met Polly... CHAPTER -SEVEN- -October 12th 2012- Trent was sweating, and he had no idea why. The pastor was droning on about some Old Testament story, but he was having trouble trying to focus on exactly what the point was. For some reason he felt more uncomfortable in his own skin than he ever had before in his life, and he was a pretty awkward guy to begin with. Another shift in the pew and he began to wonder if he was possibly having a stroke. He stared at his hands as if they were someone elses for a long time, then he turned and looked again... And there she was. Quite possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was sitting on a pew across from him. She had long blonde hair and a great body, but it was her eyes that had caused him so almost melt into the pew. He began to wonder if there was an actual color that could fully encapsulate how blue her eyes were, and as he thought about that she turned and made eye contact with him. Trent wanted to turn away, but he couldn't. The eyes that had driven him insane for the last few minutes had suddenly changed into the saddest eyes he had witnessed. The sermon was moving, but he was sure that she was crying for another reason. Before he could even register what was happening, she forced a smile at him before getting up and walking out. "What?" He asked aloud, causing some of the congregation to look at him oddly. There was something about her smile... there was a familiarity about it. It was a smile that you gave to someone you've known for a long time, and yet he had only known her for this small instant. He thought about the sad girl all night. The cold Seattle rain pelted his window, a sound he typically welcomed but tonight did nothing to soothe him. He tried his hardest to picture her before she cried, but nothing came of it. All he had in his mind were eyes that had one moment filled him with a sense of destiny before turning into the eyes that haunted him now. Months past, but nothing shook the sad girl from his dreams. He tried to go on dates, even got laid a few times, but at night he would still dream of her. "And why do you think that is?" Trent heard his therapists words, but he was too lost in thought to respond quickly. "I... feel like I was supposed to be with her. I feel like I should have followed her outside and helped her... I don't know." "Trent, how is your sex life?" "Great," he lied. Every encounter he had in the last three months had been an exercise in futility. Even the night where he and his friend from work had gotten really drunk and she let him fuck her perfect tits was joyless. No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake the sad girl from his thoughts. "Trent? Don't lie to me." His therapist was good, $10,000 a session good. "Fine... I've had plenty of sex, but it just hasn't been the same." "Have you been able to ejaculate?" "God! Of course I have." Trent was pretty used to getting odd questions lobbed at him in this office, but that one took him by surprise. "No reason to be embarrassed, Trent. I've found that many times in situations like these, men often obsess over a woman not because they want to be with her... but because they want to be her." Trent didn't say anything. He let the statement just float in the ether, trying with all of might to make it go away. But in truth... "I've dreamt of being her." His therapist accepted his reveal as if he had said "It's Monday." "Were these dreams... sexual?" Trent found no reason to hold back anymore. "Yes. Sometimes I'm with a woman, other times it's been... men." "And all of these dreams are..." "About sex? Yes." "Have you ever been with a man outside of a dream?" "What? God, no." The thought of being with a man made him sick... "But in your dreams, you say you've been with men?" Trent thought back to the dreams, mainly the one where he had sucked off the boy in the bathroom. He had that dream a couple of times, and the last time he had woken up with one of the most painful erections he had ever had. Yet as much as he liked sucking a big dick as a girl in the dreams, he woke up feeling nothing but regret and shame. "Yes, there have been men, but I've never..." "You've never had intercourse with a man in these dreams." It wasn't a question so Trent felt he didn't have to answer, but his therapist had come to the center of it all. Not once in the dreams had he ever fucked a man. In one often painful dream, he tried as the girl to fuck a guy at the gym, only to have her fall and in turn end the dream. "I think I can help you Trent... but you'll have to trust me." Trent thought about those words as he passed a sign on the road that read "Timber Grove". His therapist had given him a business card and told him to take it to the Timber Grove gym and ask for a membership. As he held the card in his hand, he once again thought of how strange this all was. Not only had he never heard of Timber Grove before, but he was wondering how a gym membership was going to help him at all. Of course, all of the doubts he had meant nothing right now, because here he was pulling into the Timber Grove Gym parking lot. He grabbed his gym bag out from the backseat of his car and walked into the building. The gym was one of the nicest he had ever seen. All of the equipment looked state of the art, and the people currently on them looked even better. Trent considered himself a pretty handsome guy, but the guys here were built like Gods... in addition to most of the girls looking like lingerie models. "Can I help you?" Trent finally acknowledged the young man behind the counter. "Yeah, I'm here to start a new membership... Oh, and I was supposed to give you this," Trent added as he handed over the small business card. "Ah, from Seattle are we?" "Um, yeah." "Well don't worry about filling out any paperwork right now, just take these clothes and get right to it." Trent accepted the clothes reluctantly and forced a smile before walking over to the Men's changing area. He had been to a lot of gyms, and all of them had made him fill out a ton of paperwork before marching him all over the place. It was kind of refreshing, but odd all the same. Even odder was the fact that the gym clothes he was given consisted of a pair of black shorts and a pink tank top. However odd it was, Trent soon found himself on a treadmill running in the brightest pink shirt he had ever seen. Even though most of the guys were wearing white, black or red, none seemed to notice or care that he was standing out so much. In fact, a couple of guys had even nodded their approval to him. With each new step on the treadmill, Trent felt less and less awkward and self aware. He even began to notice some of the female talent working out. One girl in particular reminded him of the sexy co-ed that had eaten her out in a dream. As he thought about how good her tongue had felt inside of her, she began to feel herself getting wet. The realization hit her so hard she fell off the treadmill. "Oh my god, are you okay?" It was a guy that was a couple treadmills down helping her up. "Yeah," she said, trying to catch her breath, "I'm... I'm fucking..." She blushed as she swore, but she saw her reflection in the mirrors and was shocked to see the girl from her dreams staring back at her. She was wearing the same pink sports bra and tiny black shorts as she had in the dream, and her body was even more sexy than she remembered. Her body was so nice, she could see the guy helping her totally staring at her tits in the mirror. Arousal swelled up inside her and she quickly pressed her sweat covered tits against her saviors chest. "I'm fucking horny." Moments later the two were in a private tanning room with both of their shorts at their ankles. He was wasting no time bringing his cock up to her slit and sliding in. "Fuck!!!" She yelled as loud as she could, not caring if anyone noticed, "Fuck me!" The feeling of a nice hard cock in her was everything she wished it would be. Her partner lifted her right leg in the air and began to pump harder. She lifted her bra off and let her perfectly tanned tits bounce in his face, much to his delight. "Shit, you're fucking amazing." "I know! I know! I know!" She yelled in sync with each thrust. She only wished she had a mirror to look at so she could see just how amazing it looked. Soon they were on the floor with her bouncing her firm ass up and down on his cock. "Fuck! Mmmm, fuck me with your big fat cock!" All of the dirty talk seemed to take its toll as she felt him unload inside her without a word. "You fucking dick!" she yelled as she slapped him across the face. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to come inside..." "I don't fucking care about that! I wanted to cum, you fucking limp dick son of a bitch!" She slapped him again before climbing off of him and retrieving her clothes. She was so close to cumming, and she was not about to wait. Fortunately she didn't have to, as she found another willing partner only minutes later... and then another shortly after that, before taking on two college guys in the back. She was thinking about those two college guys as she drove down the snow covered road. That was months ago, yet it still felt as if two cocks were just inside her. Of course, that could have something to do with the fact that she had just put on a webcam show where she had done just that. The only reason she was out in the cold on New Year's Eve was some asshole had commented on how shitty her apartment looked. She had plenty of money still saved up from her days as Trent, and with all the money she was making as "Molly" online she could afford to spruce up her apartment. She saw a shop she had passed on main street a hundred times and pulled in. Her high heels clicked on the snow covered sidewalk and she almost slipped, but she loved the way they made her ass look so she wasn't going to stop wearing them just because of a little ice. The sign on the door said open, but it looked like the shop was empty. "Hello?" she asked to the empty aisles. As she walked pass another aisle, she finally saw someone. A very pretty girl was sitting in the aisle holding what looked like a calendar. "I'm sorry, do you work here?" "Trent?" the girl asked through tears. "What!?" Molly didn't know what to do. She had never met this girl before in her life, and yet she had called her by her old male name. "Who the hell is Trent?" "Trent... I'm so sorry... The calendar was all wrong..." "Look, I have no idea what you're talking about..." "The red ink... someone, or something, changed it." The shop girl was on her feet now, and was walking towards her. "You're a fucking crazy bitch!" Molly yelled before turning and running out into the snow. "Trent!" Erika yelled after her, trying her best to catch up. "I wouldn't worry about her, she seems to be doing just fine for herself." Erika Schimbare stopped dead in her tracks. She looked over to the corner and saw a man who was not there a moment ago wearing a finely tailored black suit. "Oh, is the suit a little much?" "You?" she asked matter of factly. "Oh, come on. You thought his wife was a little gold digger too, it was just too perfect." "They were happy..." "And they still are... they're just not happy together." "Trent isn't happy..." "Of course "Molly" is happy. She makes thousands a week with her online shows... of course I see my cut of that." The man was smiling as if he had just said something hilarious. "He gave her up, that much I saw. Trent made Polly walk out of the church... He gave her up so she could be happy." She was done crying, and now she was getting mad. "Do I have to spell it out for you, Erika? That was true love, for him at least, and you just can't walk away from that. All Trent needed was a little prodding." "You didn't..." "What? I didn't pose as a therapist to manipulate him? I didn't make him remember most of the experiences from the calendar? I don't see why you're putting all of this on me, you were the one who gave it to him." "A calendar you manipulated, and we had an agreement..." "No, sweetheart," he added with a little too much familiarity, "your father and I had an agreement, and that lapsed when December became January." He was approaching Erika slowly, but she did not seem nervous at all. "It's still New Years Eve." "Not in Romania. And that, my dear girl, is where the accord was struck." He was now close enough to touch her, but this only made her smile. "You can't do anything to me." "I don't want to do anything to you... well, maybe one thing," he said as he gave her ass a slight tap. Erika pushed him away and he flew across the room like a rag doll. The smile was still on his face and he quickly bounced up on his feet and shook his head at her. "Well, I guess someone is still a little mad..." He then wiped some blood from his lip before straightening his suit. "Get out of here, Glib," she said as the Calendar in her hands began to smoke before bursting into flames. "That was powerful magic in that Calendar," he said with a nod. "You've gotten stronger." And with that last word he was gone, as if he had never been in the room. Erika looked at the calendar burning on the floor and thought of the happy couple she had just allowed to be torn apart. Her father had been in jail for over six months and she believed she could finally do some good here... and all she did was give Glib another plaything. On top of that her father's agreement with Glib was now gone and that gave him free run of Timber Grove... And Timber Grove had enough problems without a Demon using it as his personal playground. -THE END-