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Aftermath
By Ellie Dauber © 2015
This story is based on a Lorna Samuels caption. Thanks, Lorna, for this
one and for all your great work. This story first appeared (and can still
be found) in the "Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes Mixed Tape." I'm posting it
separately, with Jenny North's permission. There was no mention of the
story in any of the reviews of that Mixed Tape, and I'd like to see what
people thought of it. I thank Jenny for the opportunity to be part of her
Mixed Tape and for her encouragement in letting me post it separately.
* * * * *
Jim Thompkins sighed, as he turned the key to his apartment. 'It would've
been great,' he thought, 'but hardly fair.' Then, as he came through the
door, he saw Denise - Denise! - sitting on the couch, as if waiting for
him.
"What... What the hell are you doing here?" he asked in surprise.
She looked up at the sound of his voice. "I live here, remember?"
"Yeah, but why... I mean... my folks left hours ago. Their plane's
somewhere over Kansas by now. You don't have to be a girl for their sake,
anymore."
"It's not for their sake, you bastard, it's for _yours_."
"Mine? What are you talking about? Didn't Madame Souzcha --"
"No, Madame Souzcha didn't." She stood up and posed, gesturing with her
right arm. "See!"
He took time to look and to enjoy looking. Denise was five foot seven of
feminine curves, proudly displayed in a white summer dress spotted with
big blue flowers. The dress was short enough to show plenty of leg, given
delicious curve by the two-inch white heels she wore. It hugged her wide
hips and narrow waist, and its low-cut sweetheart neckline showed the
curve of her pert, pouty breasts. Above was a face framed by long,
goleden blonde hair, with the full, kissable lips and deep, green eyes.
"I see." He tried hard not to smile, tried to look concerned. "What
happened, and why is it _my_ fault?"
"I headed to Souzcha's place as soon as your folks' plane took off. I
told her they'd left, and that it was time for the elixir to turn me back
into a man."
"And..."
"And she said, 'Venn you ask for stuff to turn you into girl to meet your
friend's family..." Denise was doing a not too bad imitation of the old
woman's Eastern European accent. "...Madame Souzcha look into crystal
ball. You be happier as pretty girl. Your friend fall in love with you.
He marry you, and you make sveet babies. Is good life, so I make _strong_
potion - you never can change back."
"That's crazy."
"I know - you think I don't know. I argued with her for over an hour.
She said she was doing me - doing us _both_ a big favor, and she'd never
turn me back. She said..." Denise's voice broke. "She said you were
_already_ in love with me." She suddenly glared at him. "Are you... in
love with me?"
"I... I don't know. You're a beautiful, _very_ sexy woman. But you're
really Dennis Stahler, my best friend. Only... only Denny's a _guy_.
We've played on the same league basketball team, gone rock climbing...
chased _and_ bedded women together. I'm straight - we're _both_ straight;
how can I be in love with you?"
She took a step towards him. "Prove it, then. Kiss me."
"Are you crazy, Denny? I can't kiss you."
"Sure you can. You kissed me often enough when your folks were watching."
"That was for them... pretending, and I don't think either of us really
liked it." He had liked it -- a little - but he was hardly going to admit
that he had.
"Then we won't like it now. And we can go tell that crazy old bat that we
_didn't_ like it, and she has to change me back."
"Okay," he said, feeling uncertain and not a little embarrassed. "How do
we do it?"
"Hell, Jim, just _do_ _it_!" She posed in place; her arms braced stiff
against her sides, her lips in an exaggerated pucker.
He leaned forward, and his lips barely brushed against hers. "How was
that?"
"Lousy. Hell, if you kissed _real_ girls like that, you'd still be a
virgin."
The insult stung. "Oh, yeah." He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her
to him. Before she could protest, he took her head in his hands and
kissed her fiercely.
"O-oh," was all she could say as their lips met. A delicious warmth
seemed to flow into her, flow _through_ her. She was lit up from within.
She knew, instinctively, that Jim was the source of these exquisite
feelings, and she pressed up close to him, wanting more... _please!_ more.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked when they broke the kiss. She
blushed and shook her head, a shy smile curving those oh, so inviting
lips.
"And this one will be even better." He kissed her again.
The feelings came back. Stronger. Her breasts tingled, her nipples grew
stiff, begging to be touched. And the feelings in her... her _pussy_ were
just as... intense.
Their arms moved, their hands exploring the contours of each other's
bodies. And they both knew, in that instant, that they didn't want to be
feeling this, to be touching the other's clothing. They wanted to know
what it was like for their naked bodies to be moving against each other,
for him to be plunging into her.
Without another word, they ended the kiss and, holding hands, hurried to
his bed.
* * * * *
The morning sunlight breaking through a set of shuttered blinds woke Jim
up. He was in bed, nude, his happily also nude fianc?, Denise, sleeping
next to him, her head resting on his chest. The "fianc?" part had
happened after their second bout of lovemaking, and her gleeful "Yes!" had
led to their third. He shifted, kissing her forehead in fond memory.
"Mmm, good morning," she said, waking up. She looked up at him, and then
down to their naked bodies. "I guess we won't be going to Madame
Souzcha's after all. She gave him a happy, sated smile.
He smiled back and began to play with her left nipple. "Sure we will -
but later - I want -- I think that we _both_ want -- to thank her."
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