An Extreme Cure For Writers Block Part 9
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"James?" Davis said. "You haven't said anything for nearly two minutes."
"Oh sorry...you just gave me a lot to think about," I replied, still
trying to get my head around what he had just suggested.
Davis was my friend and perhaps more importantly the publisher of my
work. Not many people knew that I was the writer of the 'Lucy Chambers'
series of erotic novels. The books were the ongoing story of a curious,
young red headed reporter as she chased a story and often indulged in her
submissive desires with the men she meets. This would also usually
include a damsel in distress scenario and her ending up tied up tight!
When I'd originally come to Davis Jackson with the manuscript that would
become the first Chambers book, he had pointed out that it would be
easier to sell if I wrote under a female name.
He had made a great argument that women might be turned off by knowing a
man wrote Lucy and it would harm sales. I really didn't care if my name
was on it or not, I was just thrilled to be offered a publishing deal on
my first attempt at a novel!
That was how the 'Lucy Chambers' series by Lacey Cooper was born. It
quickly became a success and more books were demanded. I easily wrote the
first six, drawing on my own fantasies of submissive women and more
mainstream thrillers. People became curious about the author but of
course could never track her down. Lacey became something of a mystery.
An author of an incredibly popular book series who never did interviews
or press.
That carried on for a few years and Davis and I made a good amount of
money from the books. Book seven was tough to write but I managed it even
if it took nearly a year. Number eight took me two. And as for nine, well
I don't even have a concept!
"James people want that ninth and tenth book. If we don't give them
something soon then we are going to start losing fans," he said, drumming
his fingers on his expensive desk top. "I think my solution is a good
one."
Davis Jackson was a fantastic agent and publisher for my books. He was
about ten years older than me and had just celebrated his fortieth
birthday. I'd never seen Davis out of the expensive suits he wore, and
his hair was perfectly styled at all times. For him appearance was 90% of
his job. I was often surprised we got on so well. He was rightly proud of
his career and of being the first black man that his agency had promoted
to publisher. He often told me that signing me was a big part of that but
I had no doubt he would have made it no matter what life had put in his
path. He was just that type of person.
I was almost the perfect contrast to him. Pallid skin, a little out of
shape and with a scruffy beard and matching haircut. Physically the only
things we had in common was both of us having black hair and that we were
both just over six feet tall!
He really did great work too. While that was his profession, he had a
quite unusual hobby. The practice of real magic wasn't something most
people thought possible. I had only known about it for a few months since
Davis told me the story of his family line and his magical heritage. I'd
seen him do a few minor things, including making himself a little taller
and broader and giving himself much better muscle definition.
What he?d just asked of me was far different to the minor things he?d
done to himself. His logic was that if I was struggling with ideas for my
story of a submissive woman then it would be easier if I wrote what I
knew. Of course, that is an old piece of advice for a writer but for me
easier said than done. What he wanted to do would make it possible, or so
he said. He could magically transform me into Lacey Cooper, the secretive
author could come to life as me! I?d become female and he could even
plant submissive suggestions into my mind if I agreed.
I excused myself early from the meeting. This wasn?t something I could
just agree to. I needed to think. Perhaps there were other ways I could
clear my writers block? Other writers did it without resorting to magic!
I found myself sitting on a bench in the park, not far from my apartment.
Looking out over the park often helped me clear my mind.
I watched a couple of women pass by. I?m not ashamed to admit I?d usually
look at them in the way most guys would. But now I found myself thinking
about what it must be like to be them. A blonde jogging in tight running
gear, showing off every curve of her body. Even going for a simple run
meant being looked at by men and I had no doubt she knew that. A brunette
in a business suit. Wearing heels to give herself more presence in the
meeting rooms where men would still probably talk over her ideas or
dismiss her.
Could I really become one of them? Davis had explained it wouldn?t be
forever. He could reverse the change once I?d finished the next 2 books.
All I?d have to do is give him permission to change me and go to sleep
tonight. When I woke I?d be her. Physically at least. I?d already made
him promise that if I agreed there would be no mental changes at first.
It sounds so simple doesn?t it? James Cooper goes away for a while and
Lacey Cooper becomes real. She would be able to do press and promote the
books. That alone would probably boost sales and make Davis and I a lot
of money. If that didn?t clear my writers block then I may as well hang
up my pen!
I also had to ask myself why I wasn?t just dismissing this. A lot of men
would. There was a curiosity there that I couldn?t quite explain. What
would it feel like?
That night at home I got into bed at around 11pm. I?d received a text
from Davis a few hours earlier that I was yet to respond to. It simply
said ?WELL??
?DO IT. NO MENTAL CHANGES THOUGH REMEMBER?? I replied. I?d take the body
but I didn?t want to lose who I was.
?YOU WON?T REGRET THIS? came the reply a few moments later. As soon as I
saw it my eyes felt heavy and the phone slipped from my fingers to the
floor as my body went limp and I drifted off.
Magically compelled sleep isn?t exactly restful. I found I was sort of
aware on some level that I couldn?t wake myself. I dreamt of being
trapped and unable to move. Screaming in my own head in the darkness as
my body went through unknown changes in the real world.
When I opened my eyes I felt it immediately. Having your entire body
altered isn?t a small thing. Strangely the first thing I noticed was my
teeth. They felt wrong in my mouth and as I stared up at my ceiling I ran
my tongue over them. I knew why they felt strange. They were straight and
perfect. My old teeth weren?t bad or anything but not in this condition
and I?d even had a chip in one tooth from where a drunk had punched me on
a night out. That was gone too.
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the sheets on my body and
another new weight on my chest. I lifted the sheet up with small, slender
hands and looked down at myself. My eyes lingered on my breasts. Large
and firm with nicely sized nipples. As I sat up a little I saw a flat,
toned stomach and wide hips. Long legs slightly open stretching into the
darkness beneath the sheets.
I shifted a little, my new boobs moving as I did and I became aware of
something else. I was in my early 30s and still often woke up with
morning wood! Now there was nothing. I tenses my muscles and felt what I
can only call a void. I know its not the best term but I didn?t really
know how to process that sensation. It wasn?t that there was nothing
there obviously, but it felt nothing like my cock once had.
A surge of panic started to build in me. When I was younger I had a lot
of anxiety and panic attacks were common. It had been years since I?d had
one but I knew the signs. I laid back and stared at the ceiling again.
Taking deep breaths I began to calm. I laid there for ten minutes,
concentrating on my breathing, and taking little experimental movements.
Testing my new body.
I moved my hand, letting it slide up my stomach over sensitive and
perfectly smooth flesh until it gently cupped one of my new breasts. I
gasped as I gave it a little squeeze that sent strange tingles of
sensation into me.
I was just working up the nerve to touch myself down there when I jumped
as the phone rang! I leant over the side of the bed, long red hair
falling around my face. A red head. Nice, I had always loved red heads.
I could see on the phone screen it was Davis. "Hello," I said as I
answered.
"Holy shit! It worked then!" he said excitedly on hearing my soft
feminine voice.
"Yeah Davis," I replied. "It worked..."
"Good. We need to talk about phase 2 then," he said.
To be continued?
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