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ONE FIT SIZES ALL By Persephome © 2017 Synopsis: Vic brought home a beautiful dress as a present for his wife. She loves it but says it's too small. He insists it's not. She says prove it. His life will never be the same. Chapter One Vic needed some new jeans. Usually his wife bought them for him but when he asked her to pick some up for him she told him. "Vic, this is a three day weekend. I made plans and I have way too much to do today to take time to buy you jeans. Why do I always have o buy your clothes?. For crying out loud Vic, you're a grown man. Go to Pennys and buy your own." "That's okay Hon. It can wait. Just get them when you have the time." Vic's wife, Beth, stopped getting dressed and turned to look at him. She smiled and said, Vic. You're hopeless and helpless. I'll bet you don't even know what style or size you wear, do you?" "Of course I do. I wear Levis size 32." Beth laughed. Well you're half way there but that won't get you what you want. You always wear Levis style 505 in size 32/30 and I am NOT going to buy them for you this time. While I'm out you will go to Pennys and buy your own. That's your task for today. Think you can handle it? They might even have some holiday sales going this weekend." "Of course I can but there's really no rush. I can wait until you have the time." Beth let out an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes. Vic knew the move and it did not bode well for him. He knew he was going to Penny's today. "No Vic. This time you buy your own jeans and you do it today! Not only that but you will buy six new t-shirts in different colors, size medium, six new pair of jockey shorts size 32, and a dozen pair of white athletic socks. Yours are getting a bit ratty and need to be replaced. I'll check them all out when I get home." Vic knew there was only one answer. He smiled and said, "Okay Honey. I'll get on it right away." He finished dressing, gave her a peck on the cheek and said, "See you later. Have fun today," as he walked out the door. Vic walked into the J. C. Penny's store at their local mall and glanced around looking for the men's department. As far as the eye could see there was nothing but women's and girl's clothing, jewelry, makeup, perfume, handbags and other assorted accessories. As he stood there completely lost a sales lady walked up and asked if she could help. "Ah, yeah. I'm looking for the men's department." She smiled. "No problem. It's in the back corner over there," she said pointing, "Just walk down the main isle past the lingerie section and the skirts and dresses, then past the tops and blouses and there it is." Vic thanked her and started walking in the direction she pointed out. As he passed through the lingerie section he tried his best to keep his eyes focused on his destination but couldn't help numerous furtive glances at all the satin, lace, and frilly women's unmentionables hanging from display racks, sitting in stacks on shelves, and of course the manikins with the lacy slips and camisoles and such. He was almost relieved when the displays became racks of skirts and dresses on hangers. Almost. His eyes were suddenly attracted by a flash of light off to his right and as he turned his head to see what it was he found himself mesmerized by a manikin wearing a silver gown. But it wasn't just a gown. It shimmered and the material flowed over the curves of the manikin like quicksilver and reflected the lights of the store in different hues of blue, purple, pink and lavender. The fabric seemed to move with the slightest movement of the air like a slow moving exotic dance. It was the most amazing material he had ever seen. He wanted to go up and touch it and let his fingers run over the smooth shiny silver dress but gave himself a shake and refocused on his mission. In the men's department Vic was able to easily find everything that Beth had told him to get. He even picked up several plaid cotton short- sleeved shirts that he took a liking to before he started for the cashier to pay. There was a fairly long line at the only checkout station in the men's department and glancing around, Vic noticed that there were a number of registers in the women's area with no line at them and figured he could pay there just as well and headed back to the front of the store. After paying for his purchases he took the bag and headed for the exit. Of course his path took him past the silver gown again and this time he stopped and looked at it more closely thinking, 'Beth would look amazing in that dress.' The front of the dress was cut quite low and would reveal more than a little cleavage. The fabric was draped from one shoulder to the other and was draped the same in the back but exposed almost the entire back. It was fitted tight on the sides, waist and down across the hips and rear clearly showing the curves of the manikin. It flowed down to the ankles with a slit up the left side to mid thigh. The sleeves were like a bell shape that fluttered with the slightest current of air and flowed down to a few inches below the elbow. There was a silver chain with a crystal encrusted pendant around the neck and a similar bracelet on the right wrist. In the left hand was a silver clutch purse also covered with sparkling crystals The manikin wore silver and crystal sandals with delicate straps and tiny silver buckles and they had about four inch spike heels. The entire effect was an amazing display of reflected light, flowing liquid silver, and refracted hues across the light spectrum. It had an almost hypnotic effect on Vic as he thought. 'I bet it costs a fortune,' as he began to look for a price tag. Just then a saleswoman approached smiling and asked if she could help him and he answered, "Yes. I think my wife would look fantastic in this dress and I was wondering what the price was and if if you have it in her size? Eight I think? At least that's the last size I heard her mention." The lady gave the dress a quizzical and said, "Hmm. I don't remember seeing this dress before. It certainly is lovely though," as she looked it over searching for a tag. "Ah, here it is. Now let's see. Hmm. How strange." Vic looked at her and asked, "What's strange?" "Well, there's no UPC code, bar code, price or size. All it says is, 'Designed by Merlynn, Made by Crystal Cave Creations, Camelot, UK.' I never heard of them and I know all of our suppliers. And there's no size... oh wait, on the other side it says, 'One Fit Sizes All.' Now that really is strange. I guess it's a misprint. I'm really sorry but I'll have to call a manager about this one. Do you mind waiting?" "An, no. I guess not. But if it's too much trouble..." "Oh absolutely not. I'll only be a moment." And with that she walked briskly to a checkout stand and picked up a phone. After a short conversation she hung up and returned to Vic. "She'll be here in a moment. Then we'll get this straightened out." They were soon joined by an older woman well turned out in a charcoal grey skirt suit and exuding authority. "Now, what seems to be the problem here, Melissa?" "Sorry to bother you Ms. North. This gentleman would like to purchase this dress for his wife but the tag has no information on it," she said pointing to the dress. "I don't know what the price is or what code to charge it to." Ms. North turned to look at the dress. She checked the tag and shook her head. "This isn't one of our dresses. It's beautiful but I don't know where it came from. Must be some sort of prank or joke. Regardless, whoever placed it here just lost it." Turning to Vic she said, "You may have the dress Sir. And the shoes, bracelet and necklace. All of it. None of them belong to the store." Turning to Melissa she ordered, "Remove everything from this manikin, bag it up and give it to him. No need to ring anything up. As far as the store is concerned none of this exists." She then looked at Vic and said, "I guess this is your lucky day Sir. Or more to the point, your wife's lucky day. I hope she enjoys it." Melissa got busy quickly undressing the manikin and started handing everything to Vic to place in a bag she had given him. She looked in the clutch before she handed it to him and pulled out a pair of crystal chandelier earrings and two cocktail rings. "Wow! This really is a complete outfit. I am so jealous." After all the accessories were removed she took the dres off the manikin. Vic felt a shiver go through him as she handed him the dress and goose bumps covered his arms It was unlike anything he had ever touched before. The feel was more sensuous than satin or silk and had a feeling like a warm liquid flowing over and through his fingers. The fabric flowed into the bag and pooled at the bottom over the other items. Vic almost hated to let go of it and left his hand submerged in the pool of fabric. Melissa smiled. "Amazing, isn't it? Wish I'd known about it before you asked. I'd have scooped it up for myself. It makes you hate to stop touching it," she said as she handed him one last item. It was a hin silver chain ankle bracelet with a single small crystal hanging from it. "I almost missed that. The dress covered it," she said smiling. "Well I guess that's it unless there's anything else I can help you with?" Vic, still in a slight daze, smiled back and answered, "No. No I think I have way more than I came in for. Thanks. Thanks for everything." By the time Vic got home he had devised a plan to surprise Beth with her new dress. He took a hanger from her closet and carefully hung the dress from the hook on the wall next to her closet door. He removed the tag from it and placed it on the small table next to the dress. Then he placed the shoes just below it and on the small table to the left he laid out the clutch, necklace, earrings, bracelet, rings, and anklet. This was Beth's method of planning an outfit so she could see everything together. He stood back and took in the whole picture. The dress was still just as amazing and gently shifted and flowed from air currents that Vic couldn't even feel. It still reflected the refracted light from the room as it moved. Now all he jad to do was wait for Beth to get home. Chapter Two It was four-thirty in the afternoon when Vic heard Beth's car door close out in the driveway. He felt a slight adrenalin rush of excitement and anticipation as he got up from his easy chair and turned off the TV. He wanted to meet her at the door. She walked in with her arms loaded with bags and packages. Vic smiled. "Looks like you had a good day. Can I help?" "Yes please. Just take these and put them on the bed. I have a couple more in the car. Thanks." She handed Vic all of her packages and went back out to her car. As he piled everything on the bed he noticed one of the bags was from Penny's and briefly grumbled to himself that she could have gotten his jeans and saved him the trip but then he caught a flicker of light in the corner of his eye and turned to see the liquid silver dress move ever so slightly and he smiled. Vic heard the front door close and went out into the hallway to meet Beth. "I got a surprise for you today. Let me have those packages and close your eyes and wait here." "What are you up to now? I'm tired and just want to change into something comfortable." "Aw Honey. Please? This is special. You're gonna love it." "Okay Vic, but make it quick, will ya. I'm beat." Vic put the bags on the bed and took Beth's hand to guide her into the bedroom where he positioned her about six feet in front of the dress. "Okay. Open your eyes." Beth opened her eyes and when they focused on the dress she drew in her breath. "Oh Vic. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Where did you buy it? How much did it cost? Why? Why did you buy it?" "That's the best part. I didn't buy it. They gave it to me. Free! Including the shoes and all of that stuff," Vic said pointing to the table with pride in his acquisition. She looked at the things laid out on the table and then picked up the dress by the hanger. "It's georgeois, Vic, but it will never fit me. It's way too small." "Yes it will, Honey. It's one size fits all. See the tag on the table?" "Don't be ridiculous. There's no such thing. I'm a size eight on a really good day. That dress looks like a six, maybe." "Just try it on. It will fit anyone no matter what size they are. That's what the tag says." "You'd fall for anything. You didn't even know what size you wore this morning and now you're an expert on women's dresses. I suppose it would even fit you?" she said as she hung the hanger back on the hook. "Well yeah, if I wanted to wear a dress. Which I don't." "Fine Mister expert. I'll make you a bet. Get undressed and put the dress on and if it fits you, I'll put it on and take us both out to La Cuisine. My treat." "Aw be serious. I'm a guy. I don't wear dresses. Plus it would never fit me." "Ah ha! So one size doesn't fit all, and it won't fit me." "Yes it will fit you. I mean it won't fit me because I'm a guy. Guys don't wear dresses." "Some do." "Arg! You know what I mean. I'm the wrong shape. I haven't got the curves you do or the, the, you know," he said cupping his hands in front of his chest. Beth just smiled and said, "Breasts Dear. They're called breasts. But back to the point at hand... Either one size fits all or it doesn't. Put up or shut up," and she laughed. "Okay fine! I'll do it! But you have to promise that you'll never breathe a word of this to anyone. Not even me. I never want to hear about this again," Vic said as he started to strip off his clothes. Beth laughed and said, "Don't worry Dear. I'd be too embarrassed to let anyone know my husband is a crossdresser." Vic shot her a dirty stare. "I am really going to enjoy watching you pay the outrageous prices at La Cuisine. I'm going to order their largest steak and lobster dinner." After he was stripped to his birthday suit, Beth spoke up, "I have the most darling pair of thong panties that would go perfect with that dress if you'd like to borrow them, Dear." "Save them for yourself for later when we go out. Now how do I get into that thing>?" "Just lift it over your head, put your hands in the sleeves, and then let it slide down your body. If it will. Which it won't." Vic removed the dress from the hanger and put both hands inside the dress from the bottom. The feel of the soft, smooth fabric was electric and he could feel the goose bumps springing up on his arms. He searched around and found both sleeve openings and slipped his hands in. He felt a slight cramping sensation and a tingle im his fingertips as he pushed further down the flared sleeves. Then he lifted the dress over his head and started to let it slip over his head as his hands emerged from the ends of the sleeves. Beth saw his hands come out of the ends of the sleeves, but they weren't his hands. They were smaller, whiter, with long slender fingers that were tipped with beautiful shiny silver metal flake polished nails that were a half inch past the fingertips. Then the slender delicate wrists emerged followed by slender hairless arms. "Oh my god! Vic! Stop! Take that dress off! Now!" she yelled and tried to grab the dress from him but it was too late. It had already slid down past his shoulders, waist and butt. She just stood back in shock as Vic's head emerged. His short mousy brown hair was now a mass of highlighted Chestnut brown waves that flowed down over his shoulders and past the middle of his back. The dress continued to fall down his legs and came to a stop as the hem hit the floor hiding his feet. The shoulders fell into place and Vic raised his head and gave it a shake to get the hair out of his face and then a flip to get it over his shoulders. Beth stared at his beautiful heart shaped face with its perfect bone structure and flawless complexion. His eyes had always been green-ish but now they were much larger and truly a vibrant green with silver flecks. His brows gently arched and tapered over his eyes with their long dark lashes and the blended silver and smoky grey eye shadow. His nose was thinner and had a small upturn and his lips were full and could only be described as highly kissable. Vic threw his hands and arms out which emphasized his round full breasts in the form fitting dress and in a sweet breathy contralto said, "See? It fits. I win." Then he stopped, put his hand over his mouth, and gave a little cough to clear his throat. But that move brought his arm to rest against hisleft breast creating a totally foreign feeling. He looked down and his hair fell across his face. He pushed it back and stared wide eyed at Beth. In a weak shaky voice he said, "Beth? Beth? What's happened?" He heard his voice again. He reached up and cupped his new breasts. He ran his hands down his sides following the curve of his small waist and wider hips and then moved forward to feel between hiss legs. He looked up at Beth. His mouth opened and closed like a goldfish and then he passed out. Beth was able to catch him and drag him the few feet to the bed and lay him down. She brushed thehair from his face and went to the bathroom for a cold wet washcloth that she laid on his forehead. She gently rubbed his hands and wrists until he started to come around. He looked up at her and softly said, "What happened? I felt like I tripped out. Like I was high and thought I changed into a girl... a woman. What's wrong with me? My voice? I feel weird?" "Oh Honey. It's that dress. We have to get it off of you. It did turn you into a woman. Can you get up so I can help you get it off? Come on. Get up!" Beth shifted his legs off the bed and grabbed his hands and pulled him to a sitting position. He loked down and then up at her. "I've got tits!" He brushed the hair from his face and pulled on it. "And long hair!" "Yes. And from your reaction earlier, I'd guess you have a pussy too! Now stand up so I can pull that dress off of you! Hopefully you'll change back when it's off." She pulled Vic to his feet and started pulling the dress up his legs until she was able to grab the hem. Then Beth said, "Raise your arms." As she pulld the dress off over Vic's head and dropped it on the floor. They both stood there watching and waiting for something to happen. Nothing did. "I'm not changing. Why am I still a girl?" Beth stood there looking at the changed Vic. "Woman Dear. You are definitely not a girl. You look amazing!" Vic felt his face flush under her stare and automatically covered his breasts with one arm and his other hand covered his nether region as his hips twisted to the side in a very sexy pose. "Woman, girl, female, I don't give a shit what you call it, I don't want to be it! I'm not queer, or gay, or trans fucking anything. I'm a normal, healthy, heterosexual woman! I mean woman. Damn it! Why can't I say man? There. I said it. I'm a woman." Beth stepped closer and wrapped her arms around Vic as he shook and started crying. They stood there for a while and the Beth guided him over to the bed and they sat down on the edge. "Come on Honey. Get a hold of yourself. We need to find some answers. Find out what happened and why, and how. Sitting here getting all emotional and crying isn't going to solve anything." Vic stopped crying, wiped the tears from his face and said, "You're right but it's hard to get a hold of myself when I'm not myself and I don't know who I am," he said with a slight smile. Beth recognized Vic's crooked little smile. "That's better. Now other than the obvious, how are you feeling?" "Physically I feel great but I'm freezing my as off here. Can I get dressed?" "In what? None of your clothes will fit you now and mine would be a bit big. Wait. I have an idea," Beth said as she rummaged through her dresser. "Here. Put these on. They're a bit small for me," she said handing Vic a pair of her panties. Then she went to the closet, opened the door, and walked in and then stopped dead in her tracks as she looked around at all the dresses, skirts, blouses, nightgowns, and shoe covered floor. There were no suits, no sports jackets, no dress shirts or slacks. Not one stich of men's clothing in the entire closet. When she checked the sizes they were all in her size. None of the clothes would fit the new Vic. She walked out and opened Vic's dresser drawer. It was filled with bras, again in her size. The next with panties and the next with socks and hosiery. She turned to Vic, "Ah, Honey? I think this is worse than just you changing." "Worse? How the hell could it be worse than me suddenly turning into a woman?" "All your clothes are gone. Everything." Beth looked around the room. She recognized everything and it was all hers. Nothing belonged to Vic. "Everything in the closet and dressers is mine. Everything in this room is mine. None of it belongs to you. Neither your man you or your girl you. Except..." Beth spotted a strange purse and a J C Penny bag in the chair in the corner. She opened the purse and none of the stuff was hers. She pulled out the wallet and checked inside. The driver's license had the current female Vic's photo on it and the name Victoria Lynn McAllister. Height: 5 foot 9 inches. Weight: 120 pounds. Eyes: green. Hair: Dark Brown. And Vic's date of birth. Then she opened the Penny's bag. "Is this the stuff you bought today?" she asked. "Yeah. Two pairs of jeans, Jockys, t-shirts, socks and a couple of short sleeved shirts. Why?" "Not anymore," Beth said walking to the bed and laying out two knee length denim skirts. One in light stone washed denim blue and one in white denim. The two packages of of various colored nylon panties, women's ankle socks, a t-shirt bra and a sports bra 34C, four women's t- shirts with a low cut neckline, and two plaid cotton blouses, one in pink and grey and the other in merlot. Vic stared open--mouthed. "Oh shit! Everything's changed." He glanced over at the clothes he had taken off earlier laying on the floor. He bent over to pick them up and felt the strange new sensation of breasts swinging free on his chest and gave a slight shiver. He picked ip a black nylon thong, Black Capri pants, a nude nylon tricot bra, a white long sleeved blouse with the sleeves rolled halfway up the forearms, and a pair of black strappy sandals with a two inch heel. "You might as well put them on. Right now they are the only clothes you have other than the stuff you bought and the dress," Beth told him as she went to her own purse on the bed and looked in her wallet. Her driver's license had he name as Elizabeth Anne Miller. "Oh no! Vickie. I mean Vickie. Damn it! I mean Vickie. Shit!" "What's the problem? Why are you calling me Vickie? My name is Vickie. It's Vickie. What the hell? My name is Victoria!" Beth looked at Vic, "Honey. We're not married anymore. My license has my maiden name, and I guess that now, so does yours. And your clothes have changed. Everything's changed. We can't even say your real name anymore. This is so fucked up!" Vic started dressing in the clothes he had picked up from the floor. Beth noticed that he was able to fasten the bra behind his back with what seemed practiced ease. "Let's see what else has changed," Beth suggested. "At least you still live here according to your license. We just have to find out where." "That is sooooo like you Beth. Always the curious bright side! Oh goody! My husband's turned into a woman but he still lives here so let's go on a fucking scavenger hunt to see what else in my life is totally fucked up!" Vic said as he tied the shirt tails of his blouse together leaving his trim midriff exposed and very sexy. He straightened up and swept his long waves of hair from his face and back over his shoulders all with practiced grace and ease. Even his voice inflections had taken on a decidedly feminine tone and lilt. "So let's go Pollyanna. Let's see all the good things we can find in this cluster fuck." Chapter Three Beth left the bedroom first and went across the hall and opened the door to the spare bedroom. "Oh wow!" she exclaimed as she walked in. Vic followed and saw a completely different room. It was larger. The same size as the master bedroom and it also had a full bath and walk-in closet. "That's the mahogany canopy bedroom set that we looked at and you wanted." "Yeah but you wanted that oak bookcase headboard that we got." "Oh Vickie. This room is so beautiful." "Yeah. And soooo girly." "But you like it. Don't you? Think about it." "Yeah. Yeah I do like it but I don't know why." "Hey! Who's the cute guy in the picture on your dresser?" "Huh? What picture?" Vic asked turning to look. He walked over and picked up the framed photo and got stary eyed. "That's Jake Marsden from Marsden Interior Designs. He is sort of cute, isn't he?" Vic said and then shook his head. "What the hell am I saying? Why would I think he's cute? Why do I have his photo?" "Hey Vickie. Have you noticed that as time passes different pieces seem to fall into place to form a new life for you?" "Like what? "Well for one thing, we're not married anymore. It's like we never were. I think that's because of what you said earlier. You know. That you weren't gay. That you are heterosexual. So we're not married even though same sex marriage is legal and that's also why we have separate bedrooms. You have a man's picture on your dresser like he's a boyfriend or something. Reality is changing around us to fit the female you've turned into. As you need a skill or talent I think it will suddenly be there like when you flipped your long hair over your shoulder, or tied your blouse like you did, or put on and fastened your bra, or walked in those heels. Those are all things you've never done but you did the with ease like you had been doing them for years. I'll bet you'll be able to do things like style your hair and put on makeup with no problem at all when the time comes that you need to. You've already started to speak with a female inflection and vocabulary. Bet you didn't notice that either, did you?" "If that's all true then why didn't I change back when I took the dress off? I really NEED to be a guy again." I get the feeling that's one thing that can't or won't change. Sorry but some intuition or whatever makes me think this is permanent." "Great! Women's intuition. I hope I don't ffet that. It's almost always wrong." Beth went to the closet and opened the door. "Oh wow! Check it out. You've got more shoes than I do and check those heels. No wonder you had no problem with two inches. And you've got great taste in clothes. Maybe if I go on a diet..." "It's not my taste. I didn't choose a single thing in there. My god look at all the dresses and shoes. Those red heels there are to die for. And those cute little... What the fuck am I saying? I gotta get out of here." "Okay. Let's check out the rest of the house. How about your office? That's another personal space. I bet there are changes there too." They walked down the hallway and across the living room and didn't notice any real differences but then they stepped into Vic's office. "Oh wow. This is such a pretty room now. Not that drab old stuffy cluttered mess you had before. It's bright and cheery and those curtains are beautiful." All the photos of my design projects are gone. There's just a bunch of flowers and landscapes. Hey. There's my degree. Shit! It's for Victoria Lynn McAllister. Well at least I'm still a civil engineer. Oh damn! My job! Do I even have a job? I've busted my butt for years to get ahead and my last project put me in the spotlight for a big promotion but look at me. They've never had a female engineer there in their eighty year history let alone a lead engineer. The highest a woman can get in that place is a personal secretary which is probably what I am. That's why my project photos are gone. I am so screwed." "You don't know that. Check your files. Look on your desk. Check your computer." "Forget it. I'm screwed. I need a drink," Vic said as he turned and left his office and went to the small bar in the den to pour himself a large twenty year old single malt scotch. As they sat down in the den trying to absorb all that they had seen and discovered so far the phone rang. Normally Vic would answer but he just stared at Beth so she picked it up. "Hello?" "Hi. Is this Beth?" "Yes." "This is James Howard... Howard/Spencer/ Clay Architecture & Engineering. Is Vickie there?" "Ah, yes. She is. Just a minute. I'll get her," Beth said as she put her hand over the phone. "It's James Howard. The senior partner. He wants to talk to you... The Vickie you!" "I can't talk to him like this!" "No. He wants to talk to VICKIE, not Vic. You better talk to him. He sounded really upbeat and happy. Please?" "Oh fine! Soon as he hears my voice I'll be fired. You know what I said about the 'good-ol-boy' network in that plaace. Give me the phone. Might as well get fired now as on Monday when I show up in a skirt and heels." Vic took the phone and put a smile in his voice. "Hi Jim. This is Vickie. What's up? You're not working on a holiday are you?" "Vickie. We took advantage of the holiday today to have a partner's and associates meeting. As you know we have been considering adding a new blood to the management and I'm letting everyone know our decisions. I've got some news for you that I think will make this a very special holiday for you. We voted unanimously to make you a new partner. As of Monday the firm will be Howard/Spencer/ Clay/McAllister Architecture & Engineering. You're making history Vickie. You're the youngest partner in the firms eighty year history and the first that's an engineer and the first woman. Congratulations. You've earned it and deserve it. See you Monday morning. The lawyers will have all the paperwork ready for your signature. Have a great weekend Vickie." "Oh my god Jim. Thank you. Thank you so much for calling and for, for everything. See you on Monday." Vic hung up and looked at Beth. "I'm... I'm a partner. That's absolutely impossible at twenty-seven and after only six years with the firm. I was hoping against hope to make associate. How the hell could I make partner? Shit. How the hell can I afford it? They don't just give away partnerships." Wouldn't your inheritance from your Aunt Frieda cover it?" "Aunt Frieda died? Oh no! She's my favorite. Oh god this is all just too much. Now it's killing people I love" "No silly. She dispersed her fortune before she died to avoid inheritance taxes and to save on he regu;lar taxes. Remember?" "Actually that never happened," Vic said but suddenly stopped, looked at Beth and said, "Damn! Now I suddenly remember. Memories are suddenly flooding into my head. The big family meeting. The lawyers. All the papers to sign. Cousin Bud being pisssed off because he got way less than I did. But Beth, I also remember it not happening. Just like I remember us being married and my whole life as a boy growing up. This is like being two people. Like a split personality. I can't live this way. I'll go crazy." "I don't think so. I think things are just adjusting. It's like that video of the teacher that filled a jar with golf balls but it wasn't really full. Then he put in pebbles but it still wasn't really full. Then sand and finally two bottles of beer until everything settled into place and it was really full. I think your life is just settling into place. Maybe you will always remember everything from before but the new you will be on the surface and the old will stay in the background." "But how? How could any of this possibly happen? I feel like it's all a weird dream and I'll wake up and tell you about it and we'll both laugh." "Magic Vickie. Magic. It's the only explanation for everything that's happened." "Oh come on Beth. Be serious. Witches, warlocks, and wizards? And don't forget the good fairy and the wicked witch of the west. There has to be a good logical explanation." "Ever the logical engineer. Well go take another look,in a mirror and give me a logical explanation that doesn't include magic and ... Wait! Wait a minute. Stay here. I'll be right back," Beth said as she hurried out of the den and off down the hallway leaving Vic wondering what she was up to. He heard her coming back saying, "I told you so. Do you remember what the tag on the dress said? Here, look." "Yeah. It was that stupid 'One Fit Sizes All.' Whatever that means, So what? Vic said as he looked where Beth was pointing and read aloud, 'Designed by Merlynn, Made by Crystal Cave Creations, Camelot, UK.' "Yeah? So? What about it?" "Don't you see? Merlynn. Same as Merlin from King Arthur. You know...the magician, the wizard. And the Crystal Cave was where he went to meditate and work magic. Merlin is the one that made it possible for King Arthur to be born by uniting his parents. But none of that matters. The point is that the dress was created in the crystal cave, by Merlynn. It is magical. The 'One Fit Sizes All' means that the person is fit to the dress, not the dress to the person Magic. Don't you see?" "Yeah. I hear what you're saying but it still makes no sense. Why turn me into a woman? Why fuck up my life and your life?" I don't think it was supposed to. You bought it for me. It was in the women's department. I don't think a guy was supposed to wear it. It was supposed to give a woman the perfect body that you got instead and the magic is just doing what it needs to do to make the female you fit into your life history." "I understand everything you're saying and in a weird way it all makes sense except for the part about magic but without magic it all falls apart. I have to think about this and I need another drink." "Go easy on that scotch Dear. You don't have the same body mass or metabolism you used to. It'll hit you quicker. While you're working things out I'm going to look up a few things." Chapter Four Vic poured another scotch and sat down to think. Beth sat across from him and opened up her laptop. For the next half hour Vic sat looking at a sitcom on TV but not really seeing or hearing it while Beth moved from web site to web site searching for information. Occasionally she made small sounds like, "Hmm," or "Oh," but kept searching. Suddenly Vic was roused from his dormant state by Beth calling to him, "Vicky. Hey Vicky. I think I've found something. It says here that Merlynn is a little known fashion designer of women's clothing and accessories but that no one has ever met her, seen her or talked to her. Souses say she claims to be a direct descendant of Merlin the magician. It says that her business is located in a secret location someplace in Wales." Vic perked up and asked, "Is there any way to contact her or the business?" "Not that I can find. They don't have a web site and aren't listed anyplace. But listen to this. Here's where it gets interesting. The article says that according to urban legend and unsubstantiated sources, occasionally various articles of women's clothing and accessories will suddenly appear in stores across the globe and they all have tags from Crystal Cave Creations just like the one on your dress. It says that all of the items are described as extremely high quality, unique or one of a kind, and all are said to command a person's attention." "It's not my dress! I bought it for you. And it's right that I could hardly take my eyes off of it." "Okay, Okay. Just listen. The article goes on to say, 'Because none of these items are listed in the store inventory, the store sales staff always just gives them to the customer at no charge. Items range from complete outfits to include jewelry and shoes to single items such as panties, bras, skirts, dresses, blouses and so on. All clothing items have the statement 'One Fit Sizes All' written on the tags.' Sound familiar?" "Yeah, yeah. Go on," Vic said. Beth scanned the article. "Oh. Here it is. 'The stories go that when the woman puts on the article of clothing she physically changes to fit the item and the rest of her conforms to match the changed portion of her body with the result that she is a vastly improved version of her previous self.' So I guess that if I had put the dress on I would have a body like yours." "I wish you had. Why don't you go put it on?" "Because of this. 'Once worn, the magic is gone and the item no longer has the power to transform and is thus just an ordinary article of clothing.' Now listen to this. 'It has been reported that on occasion these magical clothing items are worn by men. According to the urban legends, these men are permanently transformed into women and are said to always be extremely beautiful. Although attempts have been made by numerous government agencies and private organizaions and individuals, no verifiable proof has yet been found to substantiate any of these stories so it remains classified as urban legend or myth.' So what do you think of that?" "Well I can fucking well verify it!" Vic stated. "How? You are physically a woman. All your documents say you are a woman. Everyone other than you and me remembers you as a woman. I bet if you call your folks they will tell you stories about you when you were a little girl. Just how would you prove your story? You can't. can you?" "I guess not but I don't want to live my life without you in it. You're my wife. My other half. You're a part of me. There has to be some answer. Can't you at least try to wear the dress? Maybe there's a little magic left that will fix things." "Sure I can try but the article says the magic is used up. Gone. And even if it isn't, you'll still be a woman." "Please try it anyway," Vic pleaded. Beth and Vic went back to the bedroom and she picked up the silver dress from the floor and laid it on the bed. They could both see that it wasn't the same. It was still beautiful but the magic just wasn't there any longer. It was just a beautiful dress. Beth stripped off her clothes down to her panties and raised the dress over her head. She struggled to pull it down over her body and the material stretched to its limits as she tugged it over her hips and let it fall over her legs. "See? Nothing. It's gone. All used up. It's just a dress now and it doesn't fit me." Vic looked totally despondent as he sat on the bed and looked at Beth standing by her closet door. It was then that his eye caught the glint of the jewelry and handbag laid out on the table next to Beth and the shoes on the floor. "Put the shoes on. And the jewelry. I never put them on. Maybe they still have magic left." "It was a total outfit. The magic is probably drained from everything." "Please Beth. Humor me." Beth slipped her feet into the shoes and was surprised that they fit. Then she put on the necklace, earrings, bracelet, rings, and anklet. She felt a tingle but didn't know if it was the magic or just wishful thinking. When she finished she looked at Vic and said, "Nothing but a slight tingle. Sorry Dear. I think it's hopeless." "The purse. Pick up the purse. It's the only thing left." Beth let out a sigh, turned, and picked up the clutch bag from the table. As she turned back to face Vic a sudden shocked look came to her face and she stood there speechless. Goosebumps covered he arms and the same electric tingle Vic had felt passed all through her. Vic watched as his wife transformed like a slow motion shift from one image to another in a sci-fi movie and after only a few moments Vic was staring at the image that he had seen in the mirror earlier. But it wasn't a reflection. It was his wife Beth as his duplicate. His identical twin. "Oh my god Beth! You look just like me." She turned to look in the mirror and they stood side by side. Identical height, hair, face, body shape. Everything identical. "Holy shit! We're twins. How? Why?" Now it was Vic's turn to remain calm and come up with theories. "Beth. Go check your license again." She did and her name was now Elizabeth Anne McAllister. "My name is right again. We're married again." "I don't think so. I think we're twins. You we're an orphan. You never knew your parents. You grew up in foster homes and you always said you wished you had a mom and dad and grew up in a real home and family like I did. Well now I think you did. As my twin sister. Iy was the magic's way of making us as close as possible. A twin is closer even than a husband. We're from the same egg and sperm. Our DNA is identical." Beth got a spacy look on her face for a moment and then looked at VVic. "Vickie! I have parents! I remember them. I'm a real person with a real name. Not some made up name I got from the state." Vickie and Beth spent the evening comparing notes and new memories. They found that Beth had actually completed her degree in architecture and worked for the same firm as Vickie and they were both partners in the firm. Vickie was dating Jake Marsden and Beth was dating his twin brother Jack. Marriage had been mentioned and the brothers had purchased an identical but mirror image house across the street. Several months later they both went out to dinner at La Cuisine with Jake and Jack. Vickie wore the silver dress and Beth wore an identical one she found in her closet but in gold. At the end of the dinner both twin brothers dropped to one knee, presented identical engagement rings, and proposed in unison to the twin sisters. They were accepted and six months later Elizabeth and Victoria were led down the aisle, one on each arm of their father while their mother cried in the front row as her two girls were married in a double wedding ceremony. Beth moved to the house across the street with Jack and Jake moved in with Vickie. Beth and Vickie got their wish to never be apart. The two couples did everything together. They even got pregnant at the same time. Beth had twin girls and Vickie had twin boys born just a few days apart. And somewhere in Wales, Merlynn smiled. The End PS, Be careful if you ever run across anything in the women's section of your local store with a tag saying, 'One Fit Sizes All by Crystal Cave Creatiions.' © Persephone 2017