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My Wife's Favorite
By
Squidonhead
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permission of the Author.
This book is a work of fiction. Characters and events in this novel
are the product of the author's imagination. Any similarity to persons
living or dead is purely coincident
CHAPTER TWO
I wonder what time it is - then I wonder what time is - then I just
wonder. I live in my head now since this afternoon. Better to say I
live in my mind since I was magicked into my current inanimate
existence. Indeed, I no longer even have a head, torso or limbs. I
would not even be recognizable as a person any more.
What kind of force can do this to people? So many changes shifting
from average joe to dainty fashion accessory that can somehow still
see and hear and think. I am painfully aware of my situation... And so
is Lurline.
From my spot on the bed I can see the hen party through the open
bedroom door. Hannah is all smiles as the other women celebrate the
day she came into the world. Plates of food and various cocktails are
served, at one point a cake with glowing candles is paraded out
sparking a chorus of the happy birthday song.
Through it all I keep catching sight of tall blonde Lurline. She's the
only one here (besides the black Prada over there) that knows I am not
what I appear to be. Whenever she enters my field of vision, her eyes
are looking at me, the corners of her painted lips slightly curled in
a knowing smile. She's enjoying her secret obliteration of my humanity
and getting off on the horror of my plight.
My sister in law is quite a piece of work. I had always thought she
was a little nuts but I can't figure her motive in all this.
And I remain here upon this ruffled bedspread amid the guest's
perfumed coats and handbags. Moments melt together and flow apart as
my thinking turns from the existence I knew to what I am now. I
realize that my sense of smell is still with me, it's odd, considering
that I don't have a nose but then I don't have any facial features yet
i can see and hear... So... Magic?
My consciousness is held within a very different form. Smaller than
the man I was- smaller than a baby when I consider it. What used to be
the mass of my legs, torso and head were reshaped into an empty
leather pouch, my melded arms flattened and mounted to my sides as a
strap.
Beyond me I can sense the softness of the mattress and the proximity
of my fellow handbags, my right side is butted up against some kind of
pink shoulder bag but there is no answer when I think at it... It's
just a purse. I think of the chilling inanimate transformations of my
new friend and I wondering how many purses in the world used to be
people?
Lurline said she found the transformation spell on a website. I wonder
how many hits that site gets a day? How many vindictive women are on
it right now? How many unsuspecting men are going to loose their
humanity today?
If it were possible for me to be impartial I would say a lot of time
and effort must have gone into the research behind this impractical
potion. There must be quite a parade of angry females pressing occult
boundaries to piece together a collection of ingredients that could
produce such extraordinary change. Could you imagine if such minds
were set upon curing cancer? Or solving climate change?
But no.... Human to handbag transformation? .... Seems so impossibly
petty. Yet here I am.
I start to think about myself, about how I can still glean sensation
from the things I physically touch. I know I am on a bed because I can
see it and I feel what little mass I have pressing down. Then there's
what's going on upon my new side, my inside. I am filled with
everything Lurline placed safe inside me. I can even discern the odds
and ends a busy woman accumulates without thinking. Crumpled receipts,
a tangle of forgotten jewelry, a half-eaten protein bar in its
wrapper. I feel a gushing sense of pride over how well I serve my
owner. Thanks to me, her cosmetics, her phone are organized and ready
for her use. Being a useful, pretty purse gives me a high like nothing
I've ever known. I feel so very lucky to belong to a goddess like
Hannah.
The light above me snaps on and the bedroom is abuzz. The gaggle of
women are chattering away about how late it is and about how much fun
they've been having while they don their stylish outerwear and collect
their things.
I see Janice lift my friend black Prada as she converses with Lurline.
She opens him and retrieves a sleek pair of black leather gloves then
puts her thin arm through his two short handles. She and Lurline are
laughing about something as Janice works her long digits into the
empty fingers, Black Prada hangs from the crook of her elbow.
Janice has no idea the handbag she carries today was once a man. It's
never occurred to her that the money she paid the department store was
for the elegantly pretty form a fellow human being had been forced to
be. She treats him like any other thing she owns, to her he's nothing
but her purse.
I admire the way he accents her outfit while perfectly matching her
shoes. He may not be happy about the life he left behind but what a
wonderful handbag he is!
Hannah is suddenly above me buttoning up her coat while saying thank
you to her friends. Without a word my strap is lifted and I am hoisted
on to her shoulder. Since my strap is composed of what used to be my
arms I feel like I'm hugging my wife. Hugging my wife Hannah.. Not my
owner... We are married... Ughhhhh.
The shock of being moved suddenly snapped me out of that creepy purse
stupor. I've got to hold on! I feel the velvety seduction of accepting
this simple utilitarian existence. If I don't get changed back soon I
might forget my humanity and become my wife's favorite....forever!
Lurline comes over and asks her sister for a lift home, she explains
how she arrived with Janice who is heading over to her boyfriends
place... So?
I find myself momentarily pressed between curvaceous bodies as Hannah
hugs her girlfriend's goodbye one after another. I think it's nice how
women are so touchy-feely. I even find that for some reason, watching
them air kiss each other as they say goodbye is making sense... I mean
who wants to muss their lipstick?
Hannah opens the door for Lurline whose arms are full with assorted
birthday presents. We are on the move as my hanging bulk sways too and
fro in pace with their footsteps. Lurline makes some happy comments
about the party saying how nice it was and how generous the girls are
to throw the event. She's not even aware that Hannah was lost in
somber thought.
Supported by her shoulder as I am it's easy to feel her body quake. I
even felt the splash of a few warm tears fall upon me. I hear Lurline
say the words at the same time I thought them... "What's wrong honey?
Why are you crying?"
"Why am I celebrating my birthday without Daryl?... He hasn't said a
word about it all day, no calls, no texts... And then he goes bowling?
Don't I mean anything to him?"
Her anguished words were daggers to my soul. I had taken the love of
my life for granted, even to the point of forgetting this day. No
wonder Lurline pulled this magic stunt on me. Big sister took me to
school.
Lurline set all the prezzies in the trunk then gave little sis a hug.
"You don't need to cry hon.... I wasn't going to say anything but
there's going to be one more surprise for you tonite."
Hannah shot a quizzical look through her tears as Lurline continued.
"All I can say is someone set up something special for his little
wifey while she thought he was bowling."
The implication dawned upon us both at the same moment... My wife
stopped crying and hugged Lurline as the two giggled away. I
understood my day of pursehood would soon be ending with a second
chance to truly treasure the wonderful woman I married.
With a twist of the key, the engine roared to life. She set the shift
in drive and started turning the wheel but sitting on her lap like the
purse I had become, I was jammed between her legs and the steering
wheel. I was forcefully grabbed by my right side and shoved over to
the passenger seat into Lurline's waiting hands. She said " You know I
just love this bag of yours" as she moved her own white satchel to the
back seat and placed me on her lap. One side of me snugly against her
stomach, her hands resting on top of me.
Through her open palms I could feel her pulse racing with excitement,
she was thrilled at my helplessness. To anyone who might look she was
just holding her sisters purse but she and I both knew her game was
dominance.
In that moment hope left me. I could see my wife driving and still
wiping away the occasional tear. My thoughts filled with despair... "I
am so sorry Hannah."
"Awwwww is Hannah's favorite purse sorry? What dipshit move did you
make now Daryl? Have you been a bad pursey wursey? Did you drop her
pack of gum? Has one of your zippers jammed?"
I could hear Lurline's mocking words and cruel laughter in my mind.. I
looked up but she wasn't even looking my way.
"That's right dumb ass, I'm thinking at you. We can hear each other's
thoughts as long as we're touching, It works on account of me having
been the one that served you the potion... It's part of the magic."
I blurted out, "Lurline, I get it! You did this so I could see how
I've been neglecting Hannah...you wanted to teach me a lesson and it
worked!"
Telepathic laughter erupted in my mind as if heartfelt admission was
the funniest idea she had ever entertained.
Have you enjoyed your night of being treated like nothing? "I always
knew you were a loser and now she does too."
"I get it Lurline; I admit I've been a selfish asshole. Change me back
and I'll make it up to her!"
Lurline's mental laughter echoed through my mind then she said, "I'm
sure that when you come home tonight you're gonna be the kind of
husband Hannah always wanted you to be."
A flood of joy and relief washed over me! This hell would be over
soon!
"YES!.... Oh I promise you Lurline! I can be a good husband to
Hannah!"
In an exasperated thought she curtly replied, "Clueless and stupid as
usual Daryl," then lifted me and reached over to put me on the cars
back seat.
As soon as she let go it was just me in my own mind. Just Hannah's
purse plopped down on the seat. When the car did a hard left I fell
over on my side...so humiliating, just flopped over, nothing I could
do to stop it, because I'm a purse now..
Imagine my surprise when I heard a new voice gibbering.
"And I'm going to wring her scrawny neck with my own two hands ..."
"Hello?" I questioned.
"Huh? Who the fuck? ... Can somebody hear me?"
I knew what this was, falling over on my side made my strap land on
Lurline's own bag. Physical contact makes mental communication happen
between transformed people... Fuck... How many people has Lurline
transformed?
"My name is Daryl," I thought, "it looks like we're in the same boat."
I explained about our telepathic conversation and how Lurline made me
like this.
"That fucking bitch!" replied my new friend. "Are you the Daryl
married to Hannah?
"You know my wife?" I asked.
"Fuck! Daryl man, it's me Auggie! - you know, Hannah and Lurline work
at my restaurant!"
We felt the car come to a stop then the women opened their doors. We
must have arrived at Lurline's.
"Shit!" exclaimed Auggie. "There's no time.... Daryl man- she's been
working all afternoon! She hates you man, she's really going to fuck
you over..."
The passenger door behind Auggie opened and he was lifed up and away
by his handles then hooked onto Lurline's elbow as she gave Hannah a
quick goodbye hug. Auggie clashed with Lurline's knee length quilted
coat and brown snow boots... Honestly, not only is she crazy, but she
has no sense of style!
In no time we were back on the road heading to our house. My mind
reeled in shock. Didn't Lurline say I was going to surprise Hannah?
How could I treat Hannah to a wonderful birthday night when I was
still her handbag? When was Lurline going to kiss me to break this
stupid magic spell... Was she secretly driving to our house now?
I was anxious and too full of anticipation to be calm. My hours spent
as a lowly handbag had me more than ready to return to manhood. Hannah
drove us home and pulled the car into the driveway. As I sat waiting
upon the back seat I was still wondering how Lurline would be doing
the switch....
Hannah parked and killed the engine. I was retrieved from my perch and
set upon her lap.
I felt myself being unzipped and invaded by her cold rummaging hands.
She pulled out her makeup bag and touched up her lipstick in
anticipation of our reunion.
I was so confused and so anxious that I thought I would die. She
stuffed the cosmetics case back inside me and placed my strap on her
shoulder and stepped out of the car.
She walked towards our house and I could see the living room was
bathed in a kind of flickering light through the window. She opened
the front door and I could see that the soft light came from
candles...hundreds of tiny flickering flames illuminating a path of
rose petals sprinkled on the floor leading upstairs.
"Nice romantic touch Lurline," was my thought as Hannah ascended, when
I was returned to my humanity, Hannah would melt in my arms. When was
Lurline going to kiss me and break this spell? It had to be soon
right?
We approached our bedroom following the sparkling lights when a
familiar voice rang out... "Is that my birthday girl?"
I felt her shiver with excitement before she set me down upon her
dresser then remove her coat. "What is all this?" she questioned with
a smile in her voice.
I went cold when he entered the soft lit bedroom wearing a black silk
bathrobe.... My bathrobe. Hannah smiled and rushed into his embrace,
planting a long passionate kiss upon his familiar lips.
Lurline had said I was going to be home for Hannah when she returned
tonight. As I sat dumbfounded upon her dresser, a mere receptacle for
my wife's belongings, I watched Daryl.... Me... Lift my wife in his
muscular arms and carry her to a waiting candle lit bath sprinkled
with rose petals....
As they splashed and giggled I lay motionless among her other
belongings trapped in a dainty utilitarian form with no hope.
Lurline had won, that guy in there was Hannah's husband. I guess I'm
going to be her favorite purse for longer than I thought!!!
CHAPTER THREE
If I still had my eyes, they would have popped out of my head. If I
had a jaw, it would have dropped to the floor.
Hannah has locked lips in a passionate kiss with... Me, or rather the
man I used to be!
"Oh, I see the problem, you're having trouble accepting the truth.
Your life force is now held within the form of a very attractive, very
practical and classily styled handbag, that's actually a stroke of
luck for you,that type of bag, a classic shoulder bag will never go
out of style.. For all intents and purposes you are a ladies handbag.
Stop clinging to who you were because it doesn't matter anymore
I want to stay a purse, stripped of my humanity and manhood, reduced
in status to a mere decorative tool of a feminine woman. To be a
pretty hand held accent within an outfit she selected for the day. A
utilitarian tool for carrying the items she needs, because designers
of female fashion don't believe in pockets, and girly girls have
bought in to a kind of life that requires daily access to all kinds of
grooming products.
Purse, purse, purse... No humanity, no dignity... No penis anymore, no
dick, no masculinity. My inner self aches ... I want to cry at my
mizery.
A fucking purse is what I am... In the thrAll of of someone who owns
me..... I have no say, I do all that she decides, all, itranspot HDR
things... I have been reduced to purse... No longer man.... I want to
hold on to hope... But none...
Is there purse death? Can purse: Die?
I work for Hannah.... Wife of this Daryl that's here ... Wasn't I
Daryl??
I hang from Godxss elbow, carry things don't I?
Daryl with HAnnAh no?
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