SRU The Easter Bunny Is Coming to Town
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"Easter is a time of new life," I read.
"Well yeah, I wish," I thought.
Here I was, Paul Samuels, 15 years old. Probably the nerdiest, most
friendless guy at school. Coming up to Easter I had nothing to do. No
friends to visit, no camps to go on. Nothing.
So that, I guess, is why I accepted the job ad. They wanted an Easter
bunny for some kids' parties at the National Park on Easter Saturday. It
seemed like quite a good gig: $200 for 7 hours' work. I would arrive to
setup at 9.00, then there would be groups of kids from 10 to 11, 12 to
1, and 2 to 3, with an hour break to clean up and setup between each
one, and then we'd pack up and be finished at 4.
My mother dropped me off at the park at 5 minutes to 9. It was almost
deserted, but there were two people setting up. So she waved me goodbye.
"See you at 4, Paul!"
I wandered up to the caravan. "Ms. Davis"
"Miss Samuels?" a voice called out.
"No, Paul Samuels," I replied. "I'm here to wear the Easter Bunny
costume today".
"Oh," said Ms. Davis. "Hi. Stephanie Davis. Pleased to meet you. But
this is most awkward. The advertisement was for an Easter Bunny GIRL."
"A bunny girl? For children's parties?"
She chuckled. "Oh no no no, quite a G rated bunny girl: frilly pink
dress and bunny ears. A female helper for the Easter Bunny. The Easter
Bunny is male, but many little kids relate better to women than men."
"Anyway, I still need a bunny girl. And you did answer that ad. So... do
you think you could pass as a bunny girl? Because I don't have any other
options. And let's face it: you're not too tall or muscular, and it
doesn't look like you shave. I think you could pull it off."
"But..."
"No buts," said Stephanie. "It's not my fault you misread the ad. We
made an agreement. You've got to be my Easter Bunny Girl."
What could I do? I couldn't think of any alternative, so I went into the
caravan.
I got into the dress, the first time in my life I'd worn one. How
humiliating. I found a wig so at least I looked slightly like a girl,
and then put on the bunny ears.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like... a teenage boy in a
wig and a dress.
I came out, and Stephanie looked at me. "Well, it'll have to do.
Hopefully young kids can't tell the difference."
"Anyway," she continued, "it's time to get setting up. Take a basket of
eggs. I need you to hide them in the bushes over there."
I started off, going past a couple of families who had arrived early.
Once I got out of the clearing, there were plenty of trees and bushes to
hide in. After only a few steps in, and I was out of view.
I hid a few eggs, but every time I bent down I could see the stupid
frills on the stupid pink dress.
"What have I got myself into?" I moaned to myself. I found a partially
hollowed tree and sat down and sighed. I felt like crying. I sighed
loudly again.
"Is there a problem?" came a small voice.
"Who's that?" I called in a not-at-all-feminine voice, forgetting I was
meant to be an Easter bunny girl.
"Oh, what's this, a boy in a dress. How strange!"
"Where are you?" I called out.
A rabbit hopped into view. And then it sat up and looked at me.
And then, to my shock, it spoke to me. "Well?"
"What???? A talking rabbit?"
"Well duh, it's Easter. I'm the Easter Bunny."
"What? That's ridiculous"
"Well, not actually THE Easter Bunny. I'm one of his helpers. You know
how Santa has lots of helpers, so he can visit every house in the world?
Well it's the same with The Easter Bunny. He has several helpers in
every city. I'm one of those helpers."
"Umm, OK," I said. I was dressed as a girl and now talking to a rabbit.
Could my day get any weirder?
"But I can see you're upset. Is there a problem?"
"I didn't want to wear this dress. I misread the ad. I thought they
wanted someone to dress as the Easter Bunny. In fact they wanted an
Easter Bunny Girl."
"I see," he said. He thought for a moment. "I can help, if you want. Let
me get you something out of my basket."
He disappeared and I thought he was gone for good, but he came back
about a minute later. He was walking upright now, and holding a pair of
costume ears in his paw. They looked just like the bunny ears I had on
my head.
"Magic bunny ears. We Easter Bunny workers use them for disguise all the
time. They transform you to match the clothes you're wearing. Take them
off and you transform back. Because I can tell you're in a fix, I'm
going to let you use them all day. I'll be back for them tonight."
"But I won't be here tonight."
"I work for the Easter Bunny. I know where you live. Good luck!"
And he hopped off.
So I took off the bunny ears I had been given, and put on the bunny ears
the rabbit had given me.
Everything began to shimmer. I could hear tinkling. The shimmer seemed
to pass right through me, from top to bottom.
I looked down, and there were two mounds sticking out of my chest. It
couldn't be, could it? I felt one of the mounds. It pushed in slightly.
But strangest of all, I could feel it. My chest was actually sticking
out and it could feel my fingers.
Nervously, I put my hand up my dress and felt up my legs. I gasped a
high pitched gasp. There was nothing there, just smoothness. I felt
around and there was a slight vertical indent. I thought I could sense
my penis, and the tip of it seemed to be right inside that indent. I
felt under, and my balls were just gone.
It was true, I had magically turned into a girl.
I then realised that my hair felt tight. I felt around and realised that
my hair must have grown longer under the wig, so I needed to remove the
wig.
But that meant removing the bunny ears. So as I took the ears and wig
off, everything shimmered again. I felt around and I was back to my
normal male self.
It was at least nice to know that I could change back. But, I decided,
there was no way I could walk around in a dress like this. So I'm going
to have to do this as a girl. It's the least bad of two unpalatable
choices.
So I put the bunny ears back on, and felt the shimmer as I changed
again.
The feeling of no penis was so weird that I just had to feel again. I
felt around my smooth groin for a few moments. It was strange, but not
unpleasant. I guess I could handle it for a day.
My hair was now a bit past shoulder length with a couple of clips in it,
pretty typical for a girl my age.
I then noticed I had something around my shoulders and chest, and felt
around and realised I was wearing a bra. And yet the dress was the same.
So had the magic changed my outer garments only? I lifted my dress and
had a look at my crotch. My underpants were gone, replaced by pink
panties. I stared for a few seconds - the sight of a smooth penisless
crotch was almost as strange as feeling it. After 15 years of looking
down and seeing a penis, it was so odd to see smooth pink panties.
Oh well, I'd better get back to work. But first thing was, I had to
return the old wig and bunny ears.
Stephanie was there. "Oh hi Paula. Let me just introduce you to your
team mate, George, he'll be the guy in the Easter Bunny suit. George,
this is Paula. She is the Easter Bunny's helper for today."
The strange thing was that she called me "Paula". Was that a mistake?
But as the morning went on, she seemed to have no memory of a boy coming
to help. She and George naturally assumed I was a girl. Had the magic
changed people's memories as well?
So the first group of children arrived. They went on their egg hunt and
they played some games.
Towards the end of the session, one of the girls came up to me.
"Hi. My name's Ruby. Are you a boy or a girl?"
"Pardon?"
"Are you a boy or a girl? When we were in the car and saw you going out
to hide the eggs, my mum said you were a boy. But _I_ think you're a
girl. Which are you?"
"I'm a girl, sweetie," I said, reasoning that I was a girl at the
moment.
"Can I see your panties?"
I thought for a moment, then realised there was a simple way out of
this. "Look, sweetie, you know it's not polite to lift your dress in
public. I'm not going to do that. I'm a good girl, and I hope you are
too."
She thought, still not convinced. "Well are you wearing a bra?"
Persistent little kid, I thought. I crouched down to her level, and
pulled my neckline to the side a little. "See, a bra. Like any other
grown up girl."
It also showed a tiny bit of boob so I guess she was convinced. "Oh I'm
glad. Girls are nice and pretty. Boys are icky."
I laughed. No, I giggled! Man, I was so girly it was ridiculous.
She thought some more. "So what's it like, having boobs?"
"Nice, I guess. I feel pretty." (Where did that thought come from?).
She smiled. "You are pretty. You're one of the nicest big girls I've
ever met. You're so friendly and so pretty. I bet you have a lot of
friends."
Well, not as Paul I don't. So I tried to give a neutral answer. "I have
some."
"I hope I can be as pretty as you one day."
Even though I wasn't used to being a girl, it gave me warm feeling to
hear that. "Aww thank you sweetie. You've made my day." And it was true.
I don't think I'd ever been complimented like that before.
With that, the girl skipped off. I never worked out why this girl could
remember me as male but no one else seemed to.
And so I settled in for the rest of the day. I just got used to having a
high voice, being called "she," and naturally gravitating more to the
girls than the boys. It was fun. Everyone seemed to accept and like me.
Every now and then I thought, "Whoah, I'm a girl and I don't have a
penis," but it never actually bothered me as much as I thought it would.
Later in the afternoon, two girls from my class came by. I barely knew
them, but knew their names were Talia and Sophie.
"Oh hi Paula," they said.
"Hi," I said back, wondering where this would lead.
"Wow, you look gorgeous in that dress!" said Talia. "How'd you get this
job? It looks like all you do is wear a pretty dress and play with kids.
Seems like a dream job."
"All I did was answer an ad," I said. "I've no idea if other people
applied, but I just answered the ad and I got the job."
"Sweet!"
They looked at each other.
"Paula," said Talia. "Some of us are getting together tomorrow afternoon
at my place. The weather's going to be warm so I thought it'd be a pool
party. We'd love you to come. In fact I can't think why we didn't invite
you earlier."
"There'll even be some of the boys!" said Sophie.
"Thanks, I'd love to!" I said, surprising myself with my answer. But
when you're never invited anywhere, a pool party sounds fun.
Towards the end of the last group of the day, I could see a boy looking
at me a lot. He was about my age, but I didn't recognise him. Eventually
the party ended, and he came to collect a young boy, who was evidently
his brother. A few minutes later he nervously walked up to me.
"Err, hi," he said.
"Hi," I said back.
"Were the kids good?"
"Yeah, they've been great. I think I've had as much fun as they have."
"Hi, I'm Steve.... I'm Robbie's older brother."
"I'm Paula."
This guy was nervous, incredibly nervous, I could tell.
"So, um, Paula, are you doing something afterwards?"
I thought for a moment. "Well, we're cleaning up until 4. And then my
Mum's picking me up. To be honest I'm really tired, I've been working
all day."
"OK..." Then after a long pause he said, "I might just hang around and
wait."
I smiled. Then Robbie came up. "Is this the girl you said was pretty?"
Steve blushed. I gave an awkward giggle which I hoped covered his
awkwardness a bit.
So anyway, I tidied up, while Steve watched. One time there was a large
bench which I could barely lift. Steve came over and helped. I couldn't
believe how easily he picked it up. Had I lost that much strength? I
watched as he carried it off.
"Time for him later!" said Stephanie behind me. I snapped out of it. I
had been admiring his muscles. I couldn't believe I was doing that!
"He is cute I've got to admit," smiled Stephanie, "but there's other
work to do."
Towards the end of the cleanup, Stephanie came up to me.
"Look, Paula, you've been great today. You've been really helpful, and
I've watched how you interact with young kids, especially the girls.
They just love you, you're a natural."
"So," she continued, "if you like, can I call you up other times? I do
children's birthday parties, and I think you'd be perfect as a fairy.
I'd also like to pay you a $100 bonus for today, you've been so good."
"Wow, thank you Stephanie," I said.
"Anyway, just get out of your bunny suit, and we'll be done."
So I went back to the caravan. The clothes that were there were not what
I'd worn. It was a pair of jeans, with some very girly decorations on
them, a pink shirt and pink sneakers.
Then I thought, if I take the ears off, will I still get that bonus?
Plus, I was kind of enjoying this. So I carefully took the dress off
over the ears, and put the pink tee shirt on. Then I pulled the jeans on
and put my sneakers back on.
Wow, there's no mistaking I'm a girl at the moment, I thought. The boobs
were much more prominent now I was wearing a tee shirt, and the jeans
were rather tight at the front, with no room for a penis.
I came back out. "Are you keeping the ears?" she asked.
"Actually, these are mine," I replied. (Or at least the Easter Bunny's,
I thought). "See, these are yours." I showed her the pair she'd given
me. She seemed happy with that explanation.
Stephanie paid me the $300, just like she said. I'd finished 10 minutes
early.
Steve spotted me. "Hi Paula... you've finished?"
"Yeah".
"Could I... could I get you a snow cone perhaps?"
'What's the harm?' I thought. "Thanks. That'd be nice."
So we went and got a snow cone. We came and back and bumped into his
mother and brother. His little brother piped up again. "Mum, this is
Steve's pretty girlfriend!"
We both went red.
"She's just a friend I met today. Mum, this is Paula. She was the Easter
Bunny's helper today."
"Oh, was that you in the pretty pink dress?" she said. "You looked
adorable, and you were so good with the kids!"
We made some more small talk, and then I heard a car toot. It was my
mother.
"Paula, time to go!"
My mind was in a race. My mother thought I was Paula? And I've got a guy
hitting on me and introducing me to his mother? I just felt I had to go.
As I made to leave, Steve turned to me. "Err Paula... my surname's
Drayson. Steve Drayson. Look me up on Facebook some time. And you're..."
I panicked. I didn't want to tell him my surname, because I was changing
back to male after today. I knew my mother would actually be patient,
but I pretended to be rushed.
"Sorry, I've really got to go," and I left without telling him my
surname.
I quickly smiled and waved, and got in the car.
"So, who's the nice boy Paula?" my mother asked.
"Oh stop it! I said. Just a boy whose family was at the picnic."
"So you had a good time?"
"Yeah, it went really well. They paid me a bonus and asked if I'd be
available to be a fairy for children's parties."
"Oh Paula, that's wonderful! That's be a much more interesting part time
job than working in fast food or something".
And so we talked all the way home. About working, about what I did that
day, about the children, and of course she came back and asked me more
about Steve.
When we pulled into the driveway, I realised we'd talked all the way
home. I'd probably talked to her more on that 20 minute car trip, than I
had the previous month as Paul.
We came inside. "Hi Paula!" my Dad called out. So apparently everyone
just thought I was a girl.
I went up to my room. As I was half expecting, it was a girl's room.
Girls' decor, girly things on the bench top (including some Libra panty
liners, which freaked me out a bit), and a mirror which wasn't there
before.
Finally, safe in my room, I removed the bunny ears. And I felt the
familiar shimmering through the entire room and through myself.
When the shimmering stopped, I was in a bit in pain. It was the jeans -
they were way too tight at the front! I felt and I was relieved to know
why - my penis and balls were back!
I pulled down my jeans, and then looked around. The mirror was gone, and
the whole room was changed back. The only remaining girls' things
appeared to be the tee shirt, jeans and pink sneakers I was wearing. I
quickly removed all of them.
I was now in my underpants - it seemed that the bra had vanished and the
panties had turned back into my male underpants. I found some other
clothes to put on. Everything was back to normal, though I might have a
hard time explaining what had happened to my original boys' tee shirt,
jeans and sneakers.
I went to the bathroom, and enjoyed a quick and easy pee. I'd wished I
hadn't had to sit at the grubby toilets in the park, but I'd had no
choice. Now it was great to be able to stand to pee again. Then I
enjoyed a shower.
I went downstairs to get something to drink. Everyone treated me as if I
was Paul again. No one seemed to know I'd been an Easter Bunny Girl that
day - everything was completely normal.
And yet, it was too normal. I was back to having nothing to do. I went
on Facebook and there were no invitations to anything, just lots of
statuses of people having a lot more fun than me. Dinner was soon after,
and I sat through a fairly quiet dinner. My parents talked to my younger
brother and sister a little, but didn't try talking to me - as usual.
I excused myself after dinner, at around 7pm, and went back to my room.
Not only was that normal for me, it was understandable, since I'd been
working all day and they'd expect me to be tired.
And I lay on my bed and thought, man this is a boring end to an
interesting day. I checked Facebook again - nothing happening which I
was invited to.
I even checked the money in my pants. The extra $100 was gone.
Apparently, in some alternative reality, I didn't do as good a job as
Paul.
And then I thought, maybe I should take this opportunity? The Easter
Bunny isn't coming for those ears until tonight. Maybe I should see what
it's like, for just a few hours, in my bedroom as a girl? Dare I do it?
I looked at the girl's clothes in the corner, and the bunny ears, and
decided I didn't have anything else to do, so I might as well.
I pulled on the shirt and, with some difficulty, the jeans. Ow, those
jeans really do squeeze my balls. I wasn't sure if the sneakers were
necessary, but put them on, just in case.
Then I pulled on the bunny ears. Again there was that now-familiar
shimmering and tinkling. And when it was done, I looked down at my
chest, and it was obvious I was a girl again.
I felt down at crotch of my jeans. They were a comfortable fit again. I
must admit it felt kind of nice sliding my hand around the smoothness
there.
The first thing, I decided, was to use the bathroom. I had done it
already once very quickly during the day, but had no time other than to
sit, pee and wipe. So now, I pulled down my jeans and panties, sat, and
waited for things to happen. I relaxed the right muscles, and "pfffft,"
pee came out. I gave a little wipe. Then I had a small explore. I had my
outer labia, but then inside there were inner labia. As far as I could
tell, pee had come from inside the inner labia.
At the top of the inner labia was a very sensitive spot, which felt like
the tip of my penis. That is, it felt like my penis was much smaller,
and mostly inside my body, with this tiny tip at the top of my inner
labia. I would later learn that it was called the clitoris. I touched it
a little and it very sensitive, but felt nice so long as I touched it
gently.
I went back in my room and looked at myself in the mirror. I could see
why everyone said I was pretty. I was! My face was the same, it was just
rounder and smoother. Of course I had longer hair. And the shape of my
body - my boobs and hips - I could tell it was all very attractive.
Carefully I took off the tee shirt, over the bunny ears. Then I reached
around and undid the bra. Wow. For the first time ever, I saw my boobs.
I didn't know much about boobs, but I could tell they looked sexy and
were a perfect size. The bra said they were B cup.
Then I removed my pants and panties and stood in front of the mirror,
nude. Yes, there was no doubt about it, I was a babe. It was so strange
looking at myself and seeing a female look back, with boobs and no
penis. And yet... it felt kind of good. I felt pretty. I felt
attractive.
I got dressed again, and went onto Facebook. It was like my newsfeed had
exploded! There were all sorts of messages and chatty comments - mainly
from girls, but a few from guys. I looked up Steve Drayson and sure
enough, there he was. He went to a different school but didn't live that
far away.
There was also a reminder from Talia about her address and the time to
arrive at her pool party. I thought, would it be possible to attend
tomorrow? Well, let's at least pretend. I looked through my drawers to
see if I had any bikinis. I did! I looked at them and decided the pink
one was the prettiest ("prettiest?" - am I really thinking like that, I
thought?). I got changed and pulled it on. It was so strange pulling the
bottoms over my crotch with no penis in the way, but when I was done I
loved both how it felt and how it looked. I liked it so much, I couldn't
resist taking a few snaps of myself in my mirror.
It was getting late, and I really didn't want to get dressed again. I
looked through my drawers and found some nice loose pink pyjamas. I
didn't bother with a bra - it felt tight, and I sure didn't want to
sleep with it on.
By about 9.30 I was tired, and got to bed. While in there, I felt around
my pussy again.
I started to realise that my former penis (my clitoris) was EXTREMELY
nice to touch, when I did it the right way. What happened next was
pretty well what happened when I discovered masturbation as a boy: I
kept rubbing, and kept feeling better and better, and I couldn't stop.
Eventually I could sense that I was feeling wet inside my vagina. I put
a finger down there and yes, it was very wet! I then touched some of the
wetness on my clitoris, and I felt I was going to explode with pleasure.
I continued to rub my clitoris faster and faster, until a wave of
pleasure engulfed me. It went on and on, and I could feel my vagina
pulsing. It was probably only 20 to 30 seconds, but still a lot longer
than shooting my load as guy. It was bliss.
Not only was it longer and better than as a guy, it was less messy.
There was a bit of moisture in my panties, but nothing like the sticky
mess from when I shot my load as a guy.
I drifted off to sleep feeling very happy.
*****
I woke up around midnight. I felt down there - yes, I was still a girl.
And yes, the bunny ears were still on my head.
Then I thought, I wish I could stay female for tomorrow, or maybe even
the rest of the Easter weekend. (Easter Monday is a holiday here in
Australia). Just a little bit more fun, wearing a bikini and feeling
beautiful. So I resolved to wait for the Easter Bunny (or his helper, or
whoever he was), and ask him.
Around 2.30 a.m. I heard a noise. Normally I wouldn't notice it, but it
was a similar hop-hop to what I'd heard in the park. I put one hand on
the bunny ears to protect them, shone my phone to light my room, and
nervously whispered, "Easter Bunny?"
I couldn't see anything.
But then he popped up right in front of me.
"Hi Paula!"
"Hi Easter Bunny. Err... good to see you again."
"Good to see you. Have an egg!" he held out his hand. "... and, of
course, I need to take those bunny ears back."
I took a breath. "Can't I please have them for one or two more days! As
Paula I've been invited to a pool party, and have a lot more friends.
I'd like to enjoy myself a bit, for once."
He thought, "No, I can't do that. But I'll tell you what I can do."
"What?"
"I can make it permanent. You've got 60 seconds to decide!"
"What, you mean I have to choose whether or not to be female for life?"
"Yes. 50 seconds."
"Why can't I have a longer to think?"
"I'm in a hurry. I've got to see thousands of houses in this town. 40
seconds."
"But... how can I make such a big decision like that? It's not fair to
only give me a minute to decide something which will affect my whole
life!"
"Paula, what are you complaining about? Most people get no choice at
all. Their sex is chosen at conception, they get what they're given. You
have a choice very few people get. You're incredibly lucky to have met
me and get this choice."
"20 seconds."
My mind was in a whirl. I thought back to the day, of all the fun I'd
had: being with the kids, my chat with the delightful little girl Ruby,
being invited to the party by Talia and Sophie, being paid a bonus,
being offered a job, being hit on by Steve, excitedly chatting to my
mother, admiring myself in the mirror, wearing a bikini, all the friends
I had on Facebook, and having a female orgasm. I think I'd had more fun
in one day than I did in the the last year as a boy. I'm sure there were
many downsides to being female: sitting to pee, periods, pregnancy...
but surely this would all make up for it. What did I have to lose?
"Time's up!"
I gulped. I made a snap decision. "OK, do it. Make me female for life."
He reached over and snapped the ears off. Then he gently pushed the
headpiece down. It felt like it was sinking into my skull.
As he kept pushing, I felt myself falling asleep, like going under an
anaesthetic. The last words I heard before nodding off were. "OK, off to
sleep, off to sleep. Happy Easter, Paula."
*****
I woke to a knock on my door.
"Paula, get up! You need to get ready for church!" my mother called. And
then she did what she never did: she opened the door and came in.
"Are you ok sweetie? You look tired."
"No, I'll be ok," I said. I was still amazed at my soft voice.
"Well you did have a big day yesterday. You went to bed so early! But I
do want you to come. Easter Sunday is a special church service. We
celebrate new life!"
"Yeah, I know." I sat up. "I'll be ready in time."
Mum closed the door. I looked down at my pyjamas. Yes, there were still
pink, and yes, there were still boobs sticking out.
I felt down between my legs, scarcely believing it was true. But yes, it
was true. No penis, just smoothness. I was excited. It wasn't a dream.
This morning, I'll be able to wear a pretty dress to church. This
afternoon I'll be able to go to that pool party and show off my bikini.
Tonight, I could contact Steve on Facebook. After that - who knows? But
I can look forward to a much more interesting life as Paula.
I reached down again in wonder. Absent mindedly, I began rubbing myself
through my panties for a few seconds, then thought I'd better stop. I've
got a lifetime to do this. A lifetime! Yes, it was true. I was Paula, I
was female, and it felt wonderful.
Yes, I thought, I really will be celebrating new life this Easter.
The End
*****
Author's note: I would like to acknowledge the delightful "One of the
Girls," by Mary Kay, which has a similar plot. I didn't consciously copy
it, but I'm sure it influenced me.
Avriella
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