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Displaced: An Aethermysts Story by Daniel A. Wolfe (D.A.W.) Author's Note: I've been sitting on this one for over a year and a half. I figured it was about time I dusted this puppy off and get it fine-tuned so I could share it with all of you. This story is part of an open universe, you can find the rules and guidelines on my website: https://danielawolfe.com/my-stories/open-universes/ Thanks to Xtrim for providing final grammar edits. # At the sound of footsteps, I dove into a copse of bushes near the base of the exterior staircase. My heart hammered in my chest as I positioned myself to surveil the path leading into the building. It was dark and illumination from a streetlight beamed down on the sidewalk giving me a clear view of the newcomer. His perfect teeth were gritted, and he was yelling into his phone. "The wry little bastard has been giving me the slip all day." When Jared Travis stepped in front of the bushes where I'd concealed myself, he stopped and rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know, Mom, but last month it took him almost a week to pay up and I'm getting real tired of trying to hunt him down." Linda, Jared's mother, owned Shady Acres Apartments. She'd retired a few years back and left the management of the building up to her son. That she'd taken a personal interest didn't bode well for me at all. "Okay, okay," he said turning his back to me and shaking his head. "Calm down, no one said anything about evicting him." Okay, did I hear that right? I shook my head and discounted the notion. Linda was a far sight more pleasant to get along with than her son. She'd been the most easy going landlady from whom I'd ever rented. That being said she'd evicted more than a few people over the years, it seemed unlikely she'd spare me a second thought. Jared growled under his breath, tapped the screen of his phone and slid it back into his pocket. He glanced back toward the bushes one final time and for a second I was sure he'd seen me, but then he turned away and disappeared back into the building slamming the door shut behind him. I waited a few tense minutes, certain that he would return, but when he didn't show his face, I pulled myself out of the bushes. After brushing myself off, I made my way back into the building keeping my eyes and ears open. It was late, and the hallways were devoid of anyone or anything which made it a lot easier for me to get back into my apartment unnoticed. Still, where Jared was concerned, I'd learned to be cautious. When I got to the elevators, instead of hopping in, I walked past, taking the opposite doorway and made my way up the staircase. I lived on the third floor and the effort shouldn't have winded me, but I'd spent all day booking my ass around town and hopping from bus to bus. I submitted my resume to more than half a dozen places and I still didn't like my chances. Needless to say, I was tired. When I got up to my floor, I paused at the door, glanced out the little window and cursed under my breath. "Dammit all to hell." Jared, my super, waited just outside my apartment door, arms folded across his chest and, as cliche as it sounded, tapping his foot on the floor. The slick bastard must have figured out I wasn't inside and was waiting for me to get back. Which meant I would either have to confront him or wait him out. I chose the latter cursing the pretty boy under my breath as I slumped down to the ground and let out a long sigh. Must be nice to have a rich mother to hand you a damn job. Meanwhile people like me had to do things the hard way. Given that I froze up during interviews, I didn't have much success. I sighed and pulled my phone out of my pocket confirming what I already knew, the thing was dead. So, I put it back and looked around. That's when I saw something which caught my eye. I grunted and reached over retrieving what looked like a rolled-up magazine which someone had jammed into a slat in the railing. Once unrolled, I peered into the thing and snorted. It wasn't a magazine at all, but a catalog titled 'Aethermysts: Your number one source for all your magic needs.' I flipped through the pages and snorted again. "Give me a fucking break. Mach-O-Blaster, Gend-O-Matic? What the fuck is this?" I asked no one in particular then crumpled the catalog into a ball and threw the damn thing as hard and as far as I could. With a long plaintive sigh, I folded my arms across my chest and gritted my teeth. Something told me I would have one long ass wait on my hands. # The wry little bastard lingered for another three hours before finally giving up and traipsing out of the hallway. I had to hand it to him he stuck around much longer than I expected. I guess it just goes to show how big of an annoyance I'd been. I just needed to keep away from him until tomorrow morning. After that, there was a good chance I'd have the money. I waited ten minutes after he left, then opened the stairwell door and glanced about the hallway before slinking my way toward my apartment door and slipped inside. I dropped my coat at the door, so tired I didn't even give a fuck about expending the extra effort to put it on the coat rack. My apartment wasn't much to look at, and, to be honest, I was no interior decorator. By almost any standard my living space was damned spartan, but that suited me just fine. I didn't need to clutter up my place with useless crap. I had everything I would ever need. Moving through my modest little living space, I cut a beeline to the bedroom. Once inside, I fell face first into bed. I rolled onto my side, and just before I slipped into a semi-vegetative state, I noticed a wadded up piece of paper resting on my nightstand. Within seconds, I was out and lost in the blissful world of dreams. # It was late by the time my tired ass woke up. Had it not been for the sound of several loud thuds, I would have slept longer. At first, I convinced myself the sound resulted from muted gunfire, but as I came fully awake, I realized something much more mundane was at work. Someone was at the door. I stumbled out of bed, knocking the crumpled up wad of paper off of my nightstand, and staggered toward the door. I had just enough presence of mind to glance through the peephole before swinging the door wide open. "Waddya want?!" I demanded barely capable of even grunting it out and squinted at the little fellow as I scratched the back of my head. "Hi, I'm Steve we talked yesterday on the phone about your Gregslist ad? You're Harry, right?" He looked at me eyes wide and darting away from the door. "Oh? Right, right," I said throwing a hand over my shoulder and let out a loud yawn. Shit, I'd forgotten all about him. "Sorry had a late night. Why don't you come in and we can do this thing?" I moved away from the opening and Steve stepped inside. Once I closed the door behind him, I glanced around and held my hand up as I emitted another loud yawn. "Uh, wait a minute I'll be right back." I slipped into my room and stopped dead in my tracks. I walked over to my nightstand and furrowed my brows. What the fuck? The clumped up wad of paper was again sitting on my nightstand. I could have sworn I'd knocked it to the ground when I stumbled out of bed. It looked an awful lot like that weird catalog I'd found in the staircase. I shook my head, convinced I must have been mistaken, tossed the wad into the garbage and retrieved the item for which Steve had come. I found him waiting where I'd left him and motioned toward the couch with an open hand. "Uh, I guess you're gonna want a look at the merchandise." Steve nodded, took a seat, and I set the laptop down in front of him. He flipped the thing open and booted it up. I sat opposite him. "I put in new hinges, upgraded the ram, replaced the original hard drive with a solid state drive and did a clean install of the OS." Steve nodded, but didn't say a word, eyes glued to the screen as he logged into the computer. I waited with bated breath, ever since I lost my job I'd been eking out a meager existence by refurbishing damaged laptops and other electronics. Some folks made good money that way, but I'd only been at it for less than half a year. While I was pretty good at repairing things, I wasn't much of a people person. Steve continued with his inspection, and I leaned back into my seat waiting for him to finish up. He continued for a good ten minutes before he flipped the notebook shut and looked back up at me. "I'll take it." Next came the haggling, and as I expected, I ended up selling it for less than my original asking price, but it would be enough. The laptop hadn't exactly been high end, and I'd come out of the deal with more than I'd put in. With some money I'd already collected from another repair job, I would have enough to pay rent for the month and not much else. I guessed I'd be living off ramen for the foreseeable future. I was getting really tired of scrimping by like this month after month. Shit, I needed to find a job and fast. After letting Steven out I returned to my bedroom, just a little disconcerted to find that the paper wad had again found its way back onto my nightstand. Either someone was playing a prank on me or something strange was going on. As much as I strained my mind, I couldn't think of anyone beyond Jared or the super who might have access to my apartment and there would be no reason why either would punk me in such a manner. I picked the ball of paper up, collapsed into bed and retrieved my phone from inside my pocket. I dialed Jared and put my cell against my ear while un-crumpling the wad with my free hand. Sure enough, it was the same catalog from the stairwell. I turned the thing back to front and began to flip through the pages as I waited for Jared to pick up, but he never did. So I left a message and hung up. I set the phone down and eyed the catalog with all my attention. Again, I flipped through, this time looking for a website or a phone number and found neither. Instead, all I found was a P.O. Box. Thinking, perhaps, that it might be outdated, I looked for a copyright date and found one the very bottom of the back cover. It was less than a month old. I wasn't sure what convinced me the thing was authentic. The whole teleportation act it pulled seemed impressive, but, face it, with enough time I would have rationalized it. Maybe, I wanted it to be real. A part of me was still wary of the catalog, even if the items listed within were real, there was no telling how well they worked or if they worked the way they advertised. I have to admit, the Mach-O-Blaster piqued my interest, for that matter, so did the Power Potion, but the item that really caught my eye was the cheapest in the entire book. It seemed a little ironic given the item's intended purpose, but that didn't raise the red flags it should have. The catalog listing called it a Prosperity Spell and from what I could tell it was meant to help the user be successful in their future endeavors. Was it so surprising given my current predicament? I was getting desperate, and tired of trying to eke out a meager existence on almost nothing. Something needed to change, or I'd be out on my ass in no time. Most people would scoff at ordering a spell out of a catalog, myself included, but the thought didn't give me much pause. I ended up sending in the five dollars with the order form. My budget was already slim, but that small amount of cash would not make a lot of difference. I just wish I'd read the small print before completing the order form, it would have saved me a lot of trouble. # Her hips swayed and her breasts jiggled with each step. She leveled her gaze on me and I stopped, ramen-packed grocery bags clenched in my hands and stared at her with wide eyes. She wore a skimpy little black formal dress, and she was easily the most attractive woman I'd ever laid eyes on shy of the television or big screen. Something was wrong. I saw it in seconds. For one there was a strange vacant expression in her eyes, and for another she was moving straight toward me. Don't get me wrong, I was far from ugly, but we didn't even exist in the same league. Hell, I doubted she'd even give Jared a second glance, and women loved the guy. The elevator doors started to close on me and I lurched forward letting the doors hit my shoulders and open back up. I eyed the woman, bit my lip and smiled. "Hey, how's it going?" She didn't pause, or even acknowledge that she'd heard me, but just kept coming. I took a few awkward steps to the side and as I did so she turned to adjust course. Now, I don't mean she turned upon seeing me step away, but did it in perfect sync with me. It was freaky as hell and it raised the old shackles on the back of my neck. She held a little envelope in her hands and when she got close, she raised her hand holding it out to me. I froze and stared at her with wide eyes. She didn't budge a muscle, keeping so still that she may well have been a statue. I looked into her eyes and waved my hand in front of her face. She didn't respond but stayed in place hand still extended. When I took a step back, and she moved forward, again in sync with me. I glanced toward my apartment door, contemplating making a run for it, but sheer morbid curiosity got the better of me. It was obvious she wanted me to take the thing, and I was dying to know what could be in it. I gritted my teeth, shifted both bags of ramen into one hand and snatched the paper out of her outstretched palm. The moment I had it, she shook her head and looked around. It was almost as if someone had switched on a light inside her mind. "Where the hell am I?!" she demanded her eyes settling on me. "Uh, Shady Acres Apartments," I replied. She stood there eyeing me with a pair of striking blue eyes that seemed to look right through me. She lifted a wrist glancing at a jewel-encrusted watch that probably cost more than I'd made in the last year and started cursing under her breath. "Dammit, I'm late!" She took off down the corridor, her high-heels clicking and clacking against the hardwood floors of the hallway. The tight little dress limited the movements of her leg and coupled with the height of her heels I thought for certain she'd lose her balance and take a tumble. Somehow she made it all the way to the elevator, and she soon disappeared through its shiny metal doors. Like a jackass I stood there and watched the elevator doors, still, just a little freaked out by what had happened. It took me well over a minute before I had the bright idea to examine the envelope. It seemed ordinary enough, save that someone had sealed it with wax. There were no addresses or post office box numbers, but it had my name on the middle of the front. In the top left instead of a return address it listed Aethermysts Order Fulfillment Services. If I'd had any doubts about the legitimacy of the catalog, their delivery method damn well put them to rest. I slipped the envelope into one of the grocery bags and walked straight for my apartment. Once inside, I dropped both my grocery sacks onto the counter, retrieved the envelope from inside and plopped down on the couch tearing it open. Inside I found pretty much what I expected, directions for completing the prosperity spell that I'd ordered. It was all hand-written in a simple, impeccable script that resembled calligraphy, but which appeared to be written with a ballpoint pen. I read it front and back and leaned back on the couch letting out a long sigh. The whole thing just seemed a little too good to be true, a prosperity spell that promised to bring wealth and well-being to whoever cast it and it had only set me back five dollars? I bit my lip and eyed a particular line at the very top of the paper that was just a little disconcerting. 'Warning, be sure to follow the directions exactly as instructed and pronounce each portion of the spell as written. Failure to do so may result in transfiguration, and/or chronological displacement.' I didn't know what the fuck the warning meant, but, I think, it would give anyone pause. I almost crumbled the spell up and tossed it in the wastebasket, but stopped eyeing a second envelope sitting on the coffee table before me. It contained another bill. I didn't have more than a few dollars to my name and unless I sold half of the crap in my apartment, managed to sell another device or landed a repair job, I wouldn't be able to pay it. I was getting damned tired of scrimping by just to make ends meet. The spell might be the answer to that. So, against my better judgement I moved into the bedroom to retrieve what I needed. When I had a candle and a little lump of sidewalk chalk, I returned to the living room. The candle from a small supply I kept around in case of power outages, which were frequent in the area, and the chalk had been left by one of the previous tenants and I'd never bothered tossing it. I pushed the couch out the way and upturned the ragged old rug that protected the hardwood floor. Had I any money, I would have replaced it months ago. I plopped down, and put the paper down in front of me, as the instructions mentioned and drew a circle around myself. According to the spell, it would contain the thaumaturgic energies and prevent them from hemorrhaging into the worlds beyond. I didn't know what the hell that meant, but it didn't sound like something I wanted to happen. Needless to say, I was really careful while forming the ring. Next, I put the unlit candle in front of me, clenched my eyes shut and started to chant the words on the paper as instructed. "Subponatis... Adolebitque illud... advocabit potestate." I opened my eyes and almost jumped out of the circle in sheer shock. The candle was lit! Fortunately, I kept still. I didn't want to screw this up. I continued with the incantation, careful to read each line as specified. When I got to the final few bits of text, I paused sweat dripping down my whole body. I opened my mouth to speak the final few words, and the damned doorbell rang. Startled, I jerked sideways and knocked the candle over. I didn't dare leave the circle, I had no idea what kind of effect that might have in the middle of the spell. I righted the candle and glanced down at the spell reciting the final few words and then broke the circle. An odd tingling sensation coursed down my body as I stood and moved towards the door. Before I got there, a sharp stabbing pain shot through my gut and I hunched over collapsing to my knees. The oddest sensation wove its way through my chest, and as I slipped my hands over one of my nipples, it swelled outward. I collapsed to the ground as my bones cracked and popped. My throat burned and I let out a single scream which sounded far too high-pitched to my ears, just before everything went dark. # A hand touched my shoulder, and I gasped my eyes snapping open. My vision was muddied at first, and my mind couldn't quite grasp where I was. So I lay there squinting into a blurry blob of dull grays and browns, no doubt looking very perplexed. As my vision resolved itself, my mind snapped back into focus and I found myself looking into the face of a stranger. His lips moved, but I couldn't quite make out what he said. Like my sight, my hearing returned, and I grunted as the stranger's words became clear to me. "--kay?" I nodded and met his gaze. Memories of casting the spell returned to me and I sat bolt upright, my chest jiggling in a very disconcerting way. I swallowed hard and glanced down, confirming what I already suspected. A set of large breasts now protruded from my chest. I slid a hand down, touching them before swallowing again and dropped it between my legs. Though I couldn't feel much through the fabric of my jeans, it was more what I didn't feel that drove things home. A strong breeze hit my face and for the first time I took in my surroundings. I was outside in an empty field. An old dirt road stretched into a treeline in the distance, a classic Ford pickup was parked just off to the side where they met and storm clouds darkened the sky. I didn't recognize my surroundings, or the man who stood so close to me. The warning on the spell sprang to mind and wondered if this might not be what it meant. My heart hammering in my chest, I raised both of my arms and touched my face. It seemed, different, wrong. All my stubble had gone, instead my skin was smooth and silky, and my nose was too small, but that was not all. Further, explorations revealed a set of soft lips, a missing Adam's apple and I glanced at the stranger and pursed my lips. "W-where am I?" My eyes bulged out of my head at the sound of my voice. It was soft and feminine, dare I say, sexy? "Just off the Old Fork Road, Miss," he said gazed at me his eyebrows shooting way up. "Um." I palmed my face with both hands. "What town is that in?" "New Haven," he said, and when I didn't respond, he added. "That's in Utah." I met his gaze and bit my lip and looked around again. "New Haven?" I was more than a little familiar with New Haven, I knew it well. My apartment building was located there, and I'd been living in the general area for pretty much my entire life. I'd never heard of an 'Old Fork Road', but I didn't know the name of every street in town. That being said, the place I'd landed myself in, didn't look familiar at all. I wondered, could he be wrong? New Haven was a tiny little landlocked town. There hadn't been an empty field for as long as I could remember. Maybe before I'd been born, but... Realization hit me like a ton of bricks and I held my breath. Without even thinking about it, I began to recount the warning message from the spell over and over in my head. 'Warning, be sure to follow the directions exactly as instructed and pronounce each portion of the spell as written. Failure to complete any step correctly may result in transfiguration, and/or chronological displacement.' Though I didn't understand at the time, I now had an inkling of what those words must have meant. I gritted my teeth, met my rescuer's gaze and released the air out of my lungs. A wet trickle kissed my cheek and peered up just in time to catch another in the eye. I blinked wiping the drops from my face, but it was a futile effort as more followed. In moments, what started as a slight drizzle became a steady downpour. "Can you stand?" my new friend asked. I bit my lip, nodded and lurched from the ground. My feet slipped out of my shoes as I took my first few steps and I stumbled forward damn near falling face first, but my rescuer's firm arms grabbed me by the shoulders and held me steady. The warmth of his body pressed into my new breasts and I stood there mesmerized by the strange new feelings that this awakened with me. He cleared his throat and pulled away, and a cold shiver traveled down my spine. My heart hammered in my chest and it was all I could do just to look away. My new body responded to his touch in ways I didn't want to admit. "We should get out of the rain." He smiled and held out his hand. I nodded and accepted his hand. I don't know why I felt I could trust him. Somehow I knew it would be all right and, if I was going to be honest, a part of me wanted to do more than just go with him. I didn't bother retrieving my shoes before we took off running again. They wouldn't have fit me anyway, my rescuer glanced back at them, but shook his head and sighed, no doubt thinking better of it. My pants sagged from my waist, but caught around my wider hips. My pants slipped down past my ankle and over my feet, and even though they flopped about as I ran, I kept at it. I tripped over them once, but again Trey caught me. It wasn't long before we reached the pickup I'd spotted earlier. I got there first and stopped panting for breath outside the passenger side door. My body seemed so alien, but one area was particularly troublesome while running. My breasts jiggled and shook with every movement and the faster I went the worse it got. It actually hurt a little. No wonder women wore sports bras. A hand touched my shoulder, and I jerked out of the way allowing my rescuer to open the door for me. I jumped inside and whipped my hand out to close the door behind me, but my rescuer beat me to it. I hugged my knees against my chest and rolled my pant legs up as I waited for him to climb on the other side. I glanced down at my breasts again staring at them with wide eyes, still trying to wrap my head around my transformation. My clothes were soaked through and my nipples showed through the shirt. I'd never liked the way a wet t-shirt had clung against my skin, but now that I had breasts it was worse. Particularly since the shirt stretched tighter across the chest than it ever had been before my transformation. "You got a name?" My rescuer asked, and I turned in time to see him swing the driver's side door shut behind him. "I, uh." I stopped mind racing trying to come up with a name to throw out, but I couldn't quite form the words. He turned to eye me and began to panic. "Linda." I spoke the first name that came to me and it left a sour taste in my mouth just to speak the lie, but I saw no other option. If I'd guessed right, I had not been born yet. Even if I was wrong, and I'd landed myself in some area of New Haven, I'd never been before, which seemed unlikely, there was no way to prove my identity. So, I could either tell everyone what had happened or play it safe and put on a bit of a show. Since, the former of my two options stood a good chance of landing me in a mental institution the latter seemed the wiser choice. "Linda?" he said eyeing me for a moment before starting the pick up. "I'm John Benedict Travis the third, but all my friends call me Trey." I froze, and folded my arms across my chest, very aware of Trey's eyes on my breasts. "Pleasure," I mumbled and cold chills trickling down my spine. I shuddered and looked out at the rain drenched expanse. Even though I'd been chilled to the bone, the shiver had nothing to do with my clothes being soaked through or the temperature outside. John "Trey" Travis had been the name of Linda's husband. I knew of the implications, but I wouldn't allow myself to accept what they must mean. It was a coincidence, nothing more. Trey, watched for a moment, then slipped his jacket off and handed it to me. "Sorry, it's not much, but once the heater kicks in, I'm sure you'll be warm enough." He smiled at me, shifted the vehicle into gear, and started down the road. "Is there somewhere I can take you Linda?" he asked glancing at me before returning his gaze to the road ahead. I bit my lip and shook my head. "No, I'm not from around here and the truth is I'm not sure how I got here." In a way, it was true, but it still seemed like a lie to my ears. I leaned forward and slipped his jacket on. Though huge on me, it did help warm me. "It's funny we don't usually get rain like this. Doesn't look like it'll get better any time soon. I'll take you back to my place and get you some dry clothes. You look about the same size as my wife. We should be able to find you something." "You're married?" I asked, thinking perhaps I'd encountered a different Trey Travis, but his answer shot that theory to hell. "I used to be, she passed away last spring." "S-sorry." I eyed him, another shudder rippling down my spine. "You had no way of knowing. When we get there, I'll put in a call to Sheriff Riley. He's a friend of mine, if anyone out there is looking for you, he should be able to find out." It made sense, from his perspective, if 'Linda' had gone missing someone might have filed a missing persons report. Linda hadn't existed until I'd woken up in that field, so any effort on their part would be a big old waste of time. If I felt guilty before it was nothing compared to the pit that formed in the bottom of my stomach. "Do--" I glanced over at him my lips quivering. I never finished the sentence. I gritted my teeth suppressing the urge to break down in tears. Some people might think all the girly hormones now coursing through my new female body were responsible, but under the circumstances almost anyone would be bawling their eyes out. The spell had transformed me into a woman and more than likely transported me back in time. On top of that, I had no legal identity. Which meant, no social security, no credit score and no citizenship. I was a man, make that woman, who had been cut off from everything and everyone I'd ever known. The chances of going back to my old life were slim to none and as miserable as it was, it had been familiar. Now that my whole life had been thrown out the window, I didn't have any idea what to do with myself. I'd seen grown men cry over less. Hot tears stung my cheeks, and I hunched over just letting them come. Trey glanced over at me and smiled. "Hey now, it'll be all right. You hear me? We'll get this thing figured out." His words actually helped provide some small comfort, but still I cried. Save for the occasional sob escaping my lips, we spent the rest of the car ride in silence. I leaned into Trey's side and he wrapped an arm around my waist. I wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, least of all myself, but it made my heart flutter. What the hell was wrong with me? # I stood staring at myself in the mirror and found myself looking at my reflection with wide eyes. The girl who looked back at me bore more than a passing resemblance to the Linda I'd known. The more time I spent in my new body the more I became convinced that I had, in fact, become her or, at least, a past version of her. I hadn't realized how much of a looker she'd been in her youth until I'd become her. It had been more than a week, since Trey found me in that field and in that time I was no closer to wrapping my head around what happened. In the short time since then, I played my cards well. The police, and the folks at the hospital had all bought my act. All I had to do was bat my eyelashes, and they fell for it it all hook, line and sinker. It was frightening how easy it had been. There had been a few local officers who expressed suspicion, but with no proof they dropped the matter. Trey hauled me off to the hospital, and they did the obligatory physical examinations and the police took my fingerprints and ran a background check. They turned up nothing. Since I showed no signs of physical injury, the doctor's thought I might be suffering from dissociative amnesia, basically memory loss brought on by serious mental trauma I let them think that given that the alternative was a one-way trip to the loony bin. I came up with some bullshit backstory about moving across the country to start a new life. Though 'Linda' remembered bits and pieces of her old life she didn't recall enough to be of any help. She possessed very little money and just enough cash to get where she needed to go, but even her destination she did not remember. When I woke up in the field, I had nothing and so neither did my new persona. Her car and what little money she had disappeared along with most of her memories or would have if they'd existed in the first place. The details didn't matter, it was just another damn lie anyway, but it ate me up inside. I kept hearing my mother's voice in my head telling me she had raised me better than that. Trey offered to give me a place to stay until I got my feet off the ground and I accepted. Grateful for a place to stay, I took him up on his offer, but it made me uncomfortable as hell staying in the home of a strange man that wanted to fuck me. That wasn't even the worst part, though. I wanted to fuck him too. When I peered back into the mirror, I shook my head, and cast such thoughts out of my head. I bit my lip and began to unbutton the blouse I wore. It had been difficult, but I'd spent the time since my rescue avoiding even glancing in the direction of a mirror. I tried my damnedest to pretend that I was still regular old Harry, but Trey made that difficult, if not impossible. I ignored the fact that his eyes always seemed to focus on my chest, or at least I pretended to. I didn't blame him. If I were occupying the same space as the living personification of a goddess I would have a hard time keeping my eyes to myself too. When I'd woken up that morning, I'd concluded that I wouldn't bury my head in the sand any longer and that was how I'd found myself looking in the mirror. The clothes I wore, a button up blouse and a pair of sweats belonged to Tray's wife Mary, and they fit me rather well. I couldn't bring myself to wear any of her nightgowns, they'd all been so very feminine and it seemed wrong wearing something she'd worn in the bedroom. Every time I looked at them, I imagined Trey making love to her... and more often than not, me in her clothing. I often fantasized about him, which disturbed me more than anything. Since, my transformation, I didn't have eyes for the fairer sex. Before my change, it had been easy to conjure images of myself making love to beautiful women, but try as I might I couldn't bring such fantasies to life inside of my mind. I even tried to arouse myself by thinking of some of my former girlfriends and what I'd done to them in bed, but it just didn't do it for me anymore. Soon, the shirt was off and I found myself looking at a nice set of breasts in the mirror. I hadn't gotten around to getting fitted for a bra, and I'd been walking around with them hanging there on my chest unrestricted beneath my clothes. In times past, if I saw such a pair of glorious tits I would have found it difficult to keep my eyes off them, but while they held my rapt attention it was for very different reasons. I experienced no arousal whatsoever. I looked young, perhaps in my early twenties, my breasts had not begun to sag. I'd regressed in age almost a decade, given a form that was vivacious in every sense of the word and while I think a lot of women would have been envious, all I experienced was disgust. Sometimes I didn't even feel like myself. Every movement, every sensation, seeming wrong. I cupped my boobs, not for the first time, but with more attention to detail than before. They were firm, firmer than any set I'd ever laid hands on. Even ones half their size. Next, I slid my hands down my side and unclasped the button on my jeans. I leaned over to slide them down my legs and glanced up at my reflection. It still unnerved me to see that girl in the mirror. I stood full upright and eyed her. The only piece of clothing I wore were my panties. They would come off later once I'd gotten a better look at the rest of my body. My vulva would be too great of a distraction if it too were exposed. If the spell had been designed to create my ideal woman, it couldn't have done any better. Before my transformation I liked my women soft, and Linda was exactly that. She wasn't fat, but nor was she skinny, merely what I would consider an ideal weight. Her hips were wide, and she possessed an ass that just didn't quit. She had slim shoulders, and hair done up in a masculine style exactly as it had been when I was male, save that it was now a fiery red where before it had been a dull brown. It seemed odd to me, that my haircut alone would be the only thing that had not changed, but it was the least of my worries. There wasn't a single blemish on my entire body as far as I could tell. No cellulite, moles or a single freckle. I had the body the likes of which I had only believed existed in magazines until that day. Perhaps through surgery someone might achieve such a figure, but, it would take dozens of procedures to receive results that even came close to what I saw before me. I stood holding my breath taking in every detail, every little curve for what seemed like several minutes, but was probably closer to a few seconds. Then, I let all the air out of my lungs and slipped my panties free from my waist and over my hips before letting them fall to the ground. Like the rest of my physique, my vagina was, perhaps, too perfect, but as I stood there eying the god-forsaken thing in the mirror, I only hesitated for the briefest of seconds before plunging my finger inside. The sensations that arose were pleasurable. My eyes widened, and I found thoughts of Trey coming to me unbidden. I pursed my lips, emitting a soft moan as I slid my finger in and out of my clit. Though I'd heard it said that arousal worked differently for women than it did in men, never until that moment did I realize how wide the gap was. I slid a hand up my chest and messaged my left nipple even as the other one worked its magic on my nether regions. Things might have been taken a step further, had it not been for one thing. I sensed rather than saw, the doorknob moving and I turned just in time to witness the door swing open. "Linda, I thou--" He stopped mid-sentence, and just stood there wide-eyed like a deer caught in headlights. My heart hammered in my chest and I too stood there frozen looking back at him with my jaw hanging open. In that moment, something changed in me. It was sparked by the realization that I would never go back to being the person who I was before. It had only been a fluke that I'd discovered the catalog and it was unlikely I'd ever be able to track down another copy if it even existed yet. I could spend all my time living in denial or I could accept what the spell had done to me and move forward in my life. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry. I thought you'd be in bed," Trey said still frozen in place. What I did next surprised even me. I didn't attempt to cover myself, but instead sauntered toward him, my hips and ass swaying to some unheard tune. Though I'd seen women move like that before, never in my life would I have suspected I would be able to pull it off myself. I don't know if it was something that was natural to every woman, or if perhaps it was something that came with my hyper-sexualized body. The truth was I was beginning to care less and less. I suspected that this change in attitudes may have been a side effect from the spell, and it scared me more than a little. That being said, there would be no stopping myself. I wanted Trey, no, I needed him to do things that would have been unthinkable just moments ago. When I got close, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him toward me. He didn't resist and our lips locked, sharing a kiss that took my breath away. He put his arms around me, and soon I found myself spread full eagle atop the bed. I wasn't sure if I had pulled him toward it or if he had pushed me atop it, but either way the result was the same. It didn't matter. All I knew was that he was on his knees atop the bed ready to fuck. My hands slid up his waistband, and I pulled his belt free and I tossed it sideways. I heard the buckle clink against the wall, but I neither saw nor cared where it landed. Soon, I was looking at his cock, and a nervous grin spread across my face as he lowered his body and plunged it into me. If my eyes had been wide before, I'm sure, it was nothing compared to how they looked then. There was a pressure inside of me, a tightness that left me gasping for air. God it was amazing, and yet, it hurt a little too. His lips touched my neck, and his hands kneaded my breasts. I screamed out, in exquisite agony as he pulled out and plunged his member deep inside of me again. I didn't have any idea how long we went at it. It might well have been hours or minutes. We did things to one another for which I didn't have words. I'd never made love so passionately. Which made me realize just how selfish I had been before my change. I released my load and been done with it. It was clear Trey knew how to pleasure a woman and for that education I was very grateful. Never had I imagined what it must feel like for a woman nor had I imagined I would ever be so vocal. I couldn't help myself every time he kissed me in just the right place, my heart fluttered and my loins burned with desire. Sweat ran from every pour, as our passions evoked a heat the likes I had yet to experience. Bodily fluids dripped from every orifice, and every time his hands touched my breasts or slid down the nape of my back, I shivered. When he released his load, and I found myself panting for air. He rolled off me and lay there looking up at the ceiling, my heart still hammering inside of my chest. I should have been in a frenzy, but all I felt was the warm afterglow of our lovemaking. Panic would come later. # The change that had come upon me when Trey and I had been making love was not something that I knew how to articulate, but it marked the beginning of the end for Harry and sparked my journey to becoming Linda. It didn't take place all at once, nor did I let it happen without a fight. Three months came and went and, in that time, I'd almost gotten used to seeing Linda looking back at me in the mirror. I barely even thought of myself as Harry anymore, which was what terrified me. I'd had several periods and in an odd way I felt as if it was an initiation, but even so I was only just beginning to understand what it meant to be a woman. Trey and I made love, frequently, and it was one of the few things that I didn't regret. He made me think that it might somehow all be worth it. When we fucked, it didn't matter if I was Harry or Linda. Everything just made sense. It was one of those times that helped put the final nail in Harry's coffin. Trey spent his day off in the field tending to his animals and when he got back, I saw hunger in his eyes. I might have wondered what had ignited his interest, but I knew from the moment his eyes met mine that it was all me. I answered with the same hunger, damn near flying across the room to get to him. Our lips locked and the next thing I knew I was down on my back atop the counter. That was another thing about our liaisons they weren't ever bound by the restrictions of a single room. Although, I must admit that this was the first time we'd fucked in the kitchen. I shivered and shook my head, clearing my mind of distracting thoughts. It had been weeks since that event and the memory of it still burned bright in my mind. Our lovemaking had been passionate and wild. I'd been little better than an animal, but neither had Trey. I looked down at the home pregnancy test clenched in my hands. In my time, they had come a long way from their earliest days. The one I was holding in my hands was among the first that had been commercially available in the United States. They'd only been out a few years and as yet hadn't evolved into the much simpler little sticks that my partners would use. The whole process was easy, you put some pee, water, and the provided chemicals into the tube, shake the hell out of the thing and stand it up inside of the little case that came with it. Then you waited, two fucking hours. The waiting was the worst part. This was only the second time I'd used one. The first being after the morning Trey had walked in on me naked and we'd made love for the first time. After that incident Trey used a condom, but when we fucked that day in the kitchen our passion got the better of us and we hadn't been thinking with our heads on straight. I'd already waited the prerequisite two hours. So I looked into the little box, peering into the little mirror, and my breath caught in my throat. I dropped it and it clinked and clattered on the hard linoleum floor. The vial fell out and rolled across the floor and I bent over to retrieve both. By some miracle neither broke, but truth be told, I kind of wish they had. At least then it would have given me something to do with my hands. I leaned my back against the wall and sank down to my knees my heart hammering inside my chest. The results were correct, I knew it in my heart, but I damn well intended to get it confirmed by a doctor. I sat there for quite a while, before I stood up and tossed everything in the trash bin. If I waited too long Trey would come looking for me so I moved out of the bathroom heading down the hallway toward the kitchen where he was waiting. I had a little casserole baking in the oven and Trey was seated at the kitchen table reading the paper, waiting for dinner to finish. He was often up before the local periodical arrived so it had become something of a habit for him to read it after he'd gotten home. I sat across from him and just stared off into space. Trey didn't stop to greet me; we'd already shared our hellos at the door. He paused after a moment, lowered the paper down and eyed me. "Looks like they're renaming Old Fork Road, to Wilson Avenue." Wilson Avenue was the name of the road they would eventually build my old apartment building on. Again, I held my breath, but I didn't say a word. The field I'd woken up on was Trey's property and I knew that it would become home to Shady Acres. Trey had inherited a pretty penny from his parents, a lot more than his neighbors new, far more than you'd expect from a simple farmer. He eyed me, put down the paper and cleared his throat. "Linda, what wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." I stared at him and shook my head hot tears stream drowning my cheeks. I opened my mouth, attempting to form the words, but I couldn't find the words. "Linda what is it?" he asked again. I let out a long sigh and forced myself to speak. "I-I'm pregnant." Somehow, I hadn't seen it coming. Linda and Trey were Jared's parents. A part of me must have realized that if I stayed with Trey, I'd get myself knocked up, but I hadn't expected it so soon. Trey didn't react as I expected. He was out of his seat, in a flash and pulled me up off my feet. He enfolded me in his arms and kissed me full on the lips. I melted in his arms and when we broke for air, I put my head on his shoulder. "You gonna be okay?" I nodded, my tears dripping down his chest. "The neighbors will talk." The truth was the neighbors were already talking. Trey and I hadn't made our relationship a secret, and the town was mainly populated by Mormons and a handful Catholics so it went without being said our pre-marital activities would get the town gossip mill all in a flurry. "Let them," he whispered, and I just stood there lost in his embrace. Whatever part of me that was still holding on to my masculinity faded away in that moment. For all intents and purposes, it was the final death knell for Harry. He would always be a part of me, but I would never think of myself as him again. I was Linda, and that was just fine. "Trey, I love you." I spoke the words, without a moment's hesitation. I pulled away to gauge his reaction, both of my hands on his shoulders. He stared at me for a moment, before a smile stretched across his face. "I love you too." Crying anew, I collapsed into his arms. I wasn't crying out of fear or shock, but joy. For the first time, I thanked my lucky stars that I had found that catalog. I'd never been happier in all my life. One thing was for certain, if I ever got a hold of that catalog, I knew a certain stairway where I could stash it. # The End I will be glad to answer any personal messages or emails you want to send my way. If you liked this story please take a minute to leave a review or even just to tell me you liked it. Criticism is welcome so long as it is constructive. As my other stories this is a work of fiction and as such any resemblance to real life individuals, events or locations is unintentional. If you see this story hosted any place aside from danielawolfe.com, Bigcloset Topshelf, TG Storytime, Fiction mania, or DeviantArt please let me know. Wolfe / Displaced / 1