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New Hair, New Life
I, Mark Swanson, looked in the mirror and stroked my graying stubble and
turned my head from side to side. I frowned, making myself look even
older than the fifty-two years old I really was. The gray on my temples
was rapidly moving through the rest of my hair. Soon, I'd look more like
sixty. I sighed and headed through the house to the garage to go
shopping. Along the way I noted the lavish and expensive furniture and
things my wife had all but forced me into buying. This wasn't the way I
had ever wanted to live. Quality items, yes, but I did not need or want
to take out a mortgage for a couch.
I am a successful businessman that has recently become single. My wife
left me six months ago for a younger man and headed to Mexico. That was
fine with me since I would not be dragged through a long and expensive
divorce proceeding. I had been a good husband. At least I had thought so.
I had doted on my wife and met her every need, and she had every need.
Nothing but the best would do. She would rather I spent eighty hours a
week at work so she could drive a luxury car or have her nails and hair
done every week. In a way it was lucky that we had never had kids as this
would have been even harder to handle. I glanced into the rearview mirror
of the Jaguar convertible my wife had wanted so badly and that I was
still paying off. I noted I had aged significantly in the past six months
since my wife left me. I sighed again.
At the corner grocery store I plodded through the aisles not knowing what
I was really looking for. The storeowner was known to import strange and
exotic foods and items. I turned into an aisle and saw two beautiful
women that must have been in their early thirties. I smiled generously
and said "Hello ladies." They turned away giggling and laughing. I sighed
again and looked up at the big round mirror in the store. I wasn't bad
looking, but I was looking older than I really was and the lack of
exercise and depression-filled snacking had done nothing for my fitness
level. While my desire for companionship was strong, I also realized my
chances were slim finding any woman that would be interested in me.
I turned down another aisle and spotted a clearance shelf. I moved things
around until something caught my eye. It was a box of hair color. The
woman pictured on the front of the box was a stunning brunette with deep
blue eyes. She looked somewhat middle eastern, yet very beautiful and
exotic. The hair color was similar to what my had been when I was
younger. The title on the box said "Transform your hair, transform your
life!" and in smaller words underneath, "permanent change." I chuckled
and started to put the box back on the shelf mumbling to myself about how
funny it was when non-English speaking countries tried their hand at
translation. The picture of the woman's face, so full of life and
vibrancy, held my gaze wistfully. If I had my life to live over I would
have done things so different. I certainly would not have worked myself
nearly to death like I had. I placed the box back on the shelf then
turned to walk away, but reached back and picked up the box again.
Perhaps it would help me cover up my gray and give me a boost towards
finding someone and at a $1.95 who cares if it was for women?
I took the box of hair color to the front checkout and the old man at the
counter rang me up. He looked at me a little strangely and then at the
box. Out of embarrassment I said, "It's for my wife." The man nodded
then checked me out.
At home that evening I sat on the oversized and overly expensive couch
and opened the box to read through the very limited instructions. Mix the
two bottles together, apply liberally to hair, let stand thirty minutes,
then shower and wash out the excess color. For a moment I thought about
the folly of my ways but shrugged and began the hair coloring process. As
I mixed the color into my hair I noticed a tingling on my scalp and
fingers. Since I had never colored my hair before I thought that might be
natural. I waited thirty minutes then climbed into the shower.
As the warm water fell onto my body, the excess color began streaming out
of my hair. Now my whole body was tingling and it was rather frightening
for me. A mist began forming within the shower and I started to become
dizzy. I reached for the dial to turn the water off but everything went
black.
The feeling of cold water spraying on my body wakened me. The mist in the
shower was so thick I could not see anything. I groped to turn the water
off all the while feeling strange sensations. As I moved weight seemed to
shift awkwardly on me. I felt like the shower dial was higher than normal
and something felt like it was stuck to the back of my neck. With the
water turned off I stumbled out of the shower. The mist had clouded the
bathroom and the mirrors were fogged. As the mist slowly began clearing I
reached out and slid my hand across the mirror.
Through the mist, I saw what appeared to be a woman staring back at me. I
yelled, watching the woman in the mirror yell at the same time. My voice
sounded foreign in my ears and I put my hand to my mouth. The woman in
the mirror did the same. Slowly, as the mist cleared and the mirror
became less fogged, it dawned on I that the person in the mirror I was
looking at was myself.
I leaned forward and stared closer at the woman in the mirror. She was
gorgeous. Piercingly deep blue eyes, slightly olive colored skin, and
lots of dark wet hair. The full lips that looked just right for kissing
mesmerized me. I leaned back and looked down my chest. Large perfectly
shaped breasts with very erect nipples were all I could see. I reached my
hand up to touch them but paused as I noticed my slender feminine hand. I
placed my hand under my breast and felt its weight. My thumb brushed my
nipple that sent a wave of pleasure through my body.
I stepped further back and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked just
like the woman on the hair color box. The body was flawless, fit and
toned with a vibrancy of youth. I had a perfectly flat stomach with a
hint of abs showing and the long legs of a runner and a model. I reached
down to touch the place where my manhood used to be. My finger glided
over the sensitive smooth lips of my vagina. A slight moan escaped my
lips as my finger slipped in through the lips touching my clitoris.
I finally snapped out of it and began wondering what had happened. I
reached for the box and ran into the bedroom, my breasts swaying back and
forth with every step. The bedroom was different. It seemed like the same
house, but the furniture was different. The room looked liked something
from HGTV yet you could tell everything was done tastefully. There was
quality in construction and of the materials but it was not extravagant.
I went to the dresser to find some clothes and opened a drawer. It was
all women's clothing. I ran my fingers through the silky lingerie and
clothing. "Suck it up. I just need to get back to the store." I said to
myself, the voice sounding so foreign in my ears.
I sort of closed my eyes and grabbed whatever my hands found. Everything
was so feminine. Luckily it appeared that I had found some panties that
had more material than the others. They were a lavender color and made of
a thin lacey material. I slid them up my smooth legs and looked at the
fit in the mirror. They seemed so small yet they fit me well. I was
transfixed by the beautiful woman in the mirror wearing nothing but
panties. Heat rushed through my body and a blush came to my face.
I shook my head to break the spell and grabbed a bra from the drawer. I
had seen my wife put these on thousands of time and knew the little
secret to hook it up from the front then spin it around. I glanced at the
tag, 36C. In another drawer I found nothing but skirts. I shook my head
and kept looking. Spandex pants for working out, some shorts, but I could
not find any long pants. I sighed and reached for a skirt and slipped it
on. I tried not to look at myself in the mirror but focused on the task
at hand. Next I found a frilly white blouse and slipped it on. Finally I
looked back in the mirror.
What I saw was a stunning young woman. I turned around and looked at my
backside and long legs in the mirror. "Wow," was all I could say. My hair
had begun to dry and I noticed it went about halfway down my back and
seemed to have a light natural curl to it. "I'm a wet dream..."
I went downstairs but was thrown off guard by the changes to my home. It
was definitely furnished more feminine now. I found a purse and rifled
through it finding a drivers license. My new face was on the driver's
license and next to it a name, Rachel Eliahu, born in Tel Aviv, Israel.
That explained the skin color. Next was the birthdate, March 11, 1994.
"God, I'm twenty-one." The address showed my current home address. This
is just too weird.
I put back the driver's license and looked through the purse until I
found keys to a car. I rushed to the door finding a pair of frilly flip-
flops to slip on as I went into the garage. There were two cars in the
garage, a Jeep Rubicon and an older Honda S2000. Fun but practical cars,
something I would buy had I been a little younger and had money. I began
to think I was starting to like this girl. I opened the garage door and
jumped in the convertible.
I arrived at the store and headed to the checkouts where I hoped to find
the old man. Luckily the old man was still there and I was able to pull
him aside. "What did you do to me?" I asked, holding up the box for the
man to see. The man looked a little wide-eyed at me then at the box and
pointed to the line where it said permanent change. "Transform you hair,
transform you life. You da man that was here earlier?"
"Yes! What did you do?" The man turned the box around and looked
carefully at the small Malaysian print and smiled showing the gaps in his
teeth. "Here... it says only for woman. Do not use if you are pregnant or
lactating. You..." pointing to me, "... are stuck. Special box of color from
Malaysia black market. You got last one!" The old man smiled again.
"No!!! How do I change back?"
"Not possible. You woman now! Would you like some grapefruit? On sale
today!" I turned and drove back to the house. "There must be something I
can do!" I whispered to myself.
Back at the house I began looking for anything I could find that might
lead me to answers. If I had somehow magically turned into this young
woman she must have had a life before. What happened to her?
I wandered from room to room. In the living room I found pictures of what
appeared to be family. I picked up a photo and brushed my slender fingers
over the glass. As I did so, my mind filled with pictures, sounds, and
what felt like memories. I began to remember my parents. My father was a
wealthy scientist from Israel and my mother a beautiful American woman.
Sadly, they were killed a year ago in a car crash.
Startled, I put the picture back down. The memories did not replace my
old ones, but sort of added to what I already had. I felt like I had
connected with a piece of this different life. I reached out to try
again, but this time there was a picture of a beautiful young woman, now
me, in a military uniform. I ran my fingers over the picture and began to
feel another rush of memories. At the age of eighteen I was conscripted
for my standard two years of service within the IDF, Israeli's military.
I belonged to the Sayeret unit, a Special Forces division specializing in
commando and surveillance. I was well trained and honored. It was during
my last month of conscription that my parents were killed and I decided
to end my military work and move away to Colorado.
I blinked and suddenly felt very secure about myself as if I knew I could
take care of myself if anything bad were to happen. I wondered what I did
now for a living. I grabbed "my" purse and looked for a checkbook. When I
found it I again felt the rush of memories associated with the object.
When my parents died they left me millions of dollars. I was taken care
of for life. I flipped through the checkbook and saw no mortgage or car
payments. Everything appears to have been paid for fully. The furniture
and other household items I had seen were all quality items. They were
tasteful and appeared to be carefully purchased to preserve a future for
myself. I went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I smiled. This
whole thing was a godsend. Sure, I was a woman, but I just got back
thirty-one years of my life and I never had to work another day in my
life if I did not want to. I ran from room to room touching and feeling
everything I could to gather memories about my new life.
Back in my bedroom I felt very much at peace. Most of my new life had now
been pieced together, at the very least enough for me to have a fresh
start with my life. I lay down on the bed exhausted by the day's events.
My brain a whirl of constant thoughts. Unconsciously my hand came to my
new breast and very lightly began feeling the fabric. My nipples began to
harden under the slight touch. Slowly my brain began to refocus on what
was happening to my body. I stood up and began removing my clothing. Once
completely naked I laid myself back down on the bed. I let my hands roam
my body, touching my breasts and gently squeezing my nipples. I moaned.
It was such a soft and sexy sound that had escaped my lips. One hand
slide down between my legs while my other massaged my breast. I slipped a
finger between my folds to find a silky moistness. I gasped, astounded by
the vibrancy of the sexual feelings and the intensity of the desire it
evoked. I began moving my finger in and out, circling the bud of my
clitoris. Gasping again I moaned loudly as my entire body became alive.
The feelings continued to build as I stroked until shaking and
involuntarily curling into a fetal position I came in an earthshattering
orgasm. My hand was clamped tight between my legs as I rolled in ecstasy.
After what felt like minutes and just as it began to subside and I
thought it was over I moved my finger to feel the intensity begin
building again. I slid my finger in and out of my wet vagina as I
marveled at how my body responded to touch. Then it hit me again as
another wave of pleasure as another orgasm racked my body.
I laid there for minutes reveling in my post-orgasmic bliss. Now
overwhelmed with sleep and slightly cold I shakily got to my feet and
rummaged through my clothing. My fingers touched a silky nightgown. It
was so feminine, yet I had a strong desire to put it on. I slide into the
nightgown and headed to the bathroom. I washed my hands and face and
almost automatically reached for a scrunchy and pulled my long luscious
hair back into a ponytail. I sat on the toilet and relieved myself,
smelling the sweet yet musky scent of my new sex. I remembered to wipe
carefully. I glanced at myself in the mirror. My new body was flawless. I
smiled at myself showing a dazzling set of pearly white teeth. A smile
that could launch a thousand ships. I climbed back to my bed feeling the
silky nightgown slide sensually over my legs and breasts as I pulled the
covers over me.
In the morning I woke up feeling absolutely marvelous. I had no aches or
stiffness that my previous fifty-two year old body had always seemed to
feel. I had so much energy. Overnight it seemed like even more of my new
life's memories filled in the gaps that had been missing. While I fully
remember who I was and what had happened in my life I was now also fully
Rachel Eliahu. I got up and got myself ready for the day as if it was
part of a normal routine. I grabbed some running clothes and put those on
and kept my hair in a ponytail. I grabbed a snack and something to drink
and headed outside into the brisk autumn Colorado air for a run.
I stretched a little to begin with; marveling at my long and gorgeous
legs, then set my watch to time my run. As Mark I could run but I would
last maybe ten minutes before needing a rest to catch my breath. As
Rachel, when I ran, it felt so pain free and fun as if it was the most
natural thing in the world to do. I was not winded at all and I just kept
running and running. When I returned home I stopped my watch and checked
my time. I'd run for ninety-three minutes! I was hardly even breathing. I
stretched out again, and made myself some breakfast before heading up to
the shower.
While showering, I found myself being turned on again. This body was so
sensual that even soaping myself brought wetness between my legs. After
several orgasms that left me sitting on the floor of the shower, I
finally got out and toweled myself off. Since I had the built-in
knowledge, I used it to figure out what to do with my mass of hair.
Rachel, me now, seemed to have a natural ability to glide through her
routine effortlessly and efficiently. This was because in the military I
had never had the luxury of a lot of time I thought to myself.
Suddenly I realized that a yoga class was starting soon. As a man, I had
never thought much about yoga. I had tried it several times but was
frustrated by the way the poses were obviously for women or men who
thought they were women. However, there was something about this new body
that yearned for it. I went back to the bedroom and quickly found my yoga
outfit and exercise mat. I jumped into the car and headed to the gym.
When I got to the gym I checked in and headed to the change rooms. I
stood for a second looking up at the signs above the doors. Men's and
Women's. I was about to enter to forbidden zone, something I was denied
my entire life as a man. I smiled and went into the Women's change room
with an expectation of gold plated towel holders and marble floors with
red silk couches. I admit I was a little disappointed and realized I
should have gone with my new memories instead of my old preconceptions.
While the change room was nicer and there were not ugly fat men walking
around with their 'bits' hanging out proudly and it did not smell like
Axe cologne, it was remarkably not much different. There were more change
rooms where the men's was much more open and less private. I quickly
changed, deciding upon a private area to do so before heading to yoga.
I admit, yoga was far better as Rachel than it ever was for Mark. I
glided through the poses effortlessly and found my ability to stretch was
incredible. At one point while I rested my head on my knees with my legs
flat on the ground I looked around the room. I very cute blonde woman
smiled at me as she was visibly trying hard not to look like she was in
agony. I'd never been a social person as my wife had done more than
enough for the both of us. Deep down, I realized I had a chance to be
someone totally different. To help people, to love more, to be kind and
gentle. My mouth moved involuntarily and said to the blonde woman, "It
gets easier." The blonde smiled through clenched teeth and said, "I
think, maybe, it would be easier if I had a sumo wrestler sitting on my
back."
After class, the women's change room was rather filled. The private
change areas were all filled and I was forced to change in the public
area. I admit I was very shy about this but tried to tap into Rachel's
experience in the military to overcome my fears. It helped, a little.
Deep down I think being a little shy and protective of my body would be
something I would always carry with me. I tried to find an out of the way
place and found myself next to the cute blonde. "Oh my God!"she said.
"What is it?"
"Look at you! You're gorgeous! There's not an ounce of fat on you and you
must be a model."
"Thank you. I guess I have good genes. But, you should take a look at
yourself. You are a very pretty woman."
"Audrey," she replied with her hand outstretched. "Rachel. Very nice to
meet you Audrey."
"Rachel, would you like to go get a cup of coffee while these ladies
fight to get out of the parking lot?"
"Sure would. I'm new here in town and am always looking for a new
friend."
I had never experienced the gift of immediate friendship before. As a man
friendships always seemed to come with some price. Audrey was warm and
friendly and I was shocked at how deep our conversation went even though
we had just met. "Listen, Rachel. You've got my number. Call me. Let's
get together soon. I've got to run."
"Thanks Audrey. I will." Suddenly Audrey hugged me tight and it felt so
natural. Guys would just never do that.
I slowly gathered my things and headed towards the parking lot. Suddenly
I heard a stifled scream and a scuffle around the side of the building. I
went around the corner to see two men. One man had Audrey pinned to the
wall and she was struggling frantically. My training seemed to kick in
and survey the situation rapidly. The man that held Audrey had a gun
under his jacket pushed into his waistband, the other was carrying a
knife. While it was clear they had the confidence of being in a lot of
fights, and their casualness to the situation showed they had done this
before, they were not trained fighters. Neither am I my mind screamed and
for the briefest of seconds I felt vulnerable and frail. Audrey caught my
eye, her eyes pleading yet also screamed at me to run.
My military training kicked into high gear. The second man turned towards
me exposing his knife and had an ugly leer on his face. "Would you look
at that! You are the hottest woman I have ever seen. I can't wait to get
myself into..." I did not hesitate. I lunged forward and grabbed the man's
knife wrist, dropped low twisting hard until the knife dropped free. I
swung back up extending the twist in his arm and swept his legs sending
him face first into the brick wall breaking his nose. He was down for the
count. That had taken about three seconds, just enough time for the
second man to start letting go of Audrey and begin reaching for his gun.
Fortunately I was far quicker and grabbing the back collar of his jacket
thrust my hips into his backside while lifting and throwing with my arms.
The effect was rather startling for the man as he sailed over me crashing
face first into the pavement. I relieved him of his weapon, kneeling hard
on his back and pressing the gun into the back of his head.
Audrey stood in stunned amazement. Her mouth hung open. I looked up at
her and said, "Now might be a good time to get security."
"Oh!! Yes!" Audrey ran around the corner and shortly thereafter the
security team arrived in force.
With security and then police, it was several hours before all statements
were made and parking lot videos quickly scanned before Audrey and I were
free to go. Audrey, visibly shaken by the ordeal had clung to my side the
entire time. "I can't believe that you saved me and did not run for the
hills like any normal person would have done in your shoes. But you
stayed and, wow, I've never seen anything like what you did to those two
bastards. Ever! I owe you dinner." I saw she was still frightened and the
desire to not be alone right now. "OK, but you don't owe me anything.
Dinner is on me tonight. Do you like lasagna?" She nodded yes. "Let's
take my car. I'll drop you off later, plus I need to get a few
groceries."
Inwardly I knew I was attracted to Audrey, but as a woman now I was not
sure what my sexuality was. In the back of my mind I felt that someday it
would be wonderful to have children. The thought both excited me and
repulsed me at the same time. I knew that whatever happened I was in for
a grand adventure and, for now, I loved every minute of it.
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