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Third Cry to N'Kumba
Renee opened the door and smiled.
"Hi, Larry," she said.
I could tell she had been crying. I spread my arms.
"Need a hug?"
She sailed into my arms, and we embraced. I bent my head and kissed the
top of her head.
"You can always call me, Renee, if you need a shoulder to cry on."
"I know," she said. "I know."
Renee's mom, Dr. Jordan, had died a month ago, in an auto accident, and
Renee had taken it super hard.
Hell, I couldn't believe Dr. Jordan was gone. Even now, I almost
expected her to step out of the kitchen, cigarette in hand, and ask me to
come in, instead of standing in the doorway.
She had been my favorite professor, and that just showed how
unpredictable life was. The only reason I took African History Before
1700 was because it fit in my schedule. I didn't expect anything out of
it except checking off a Non-Western History requirement.
Instead, Dr. Jordan made that class the most interesting and exciting one
I had taken to that time. I went on to take everything else that she
taught: African History in the Age of Imperialism, Post-Colonial Africa,
and Special Topics in African History.
She was amused by me, this white kid from Hayes Heights, usually seen as
the most bigoted suburb, suddenly captivated by the history of what she
called "the Mother Continent."
Maybe I reminded her of herself, in some way. Dr. Jordan's ancestors
were, if not Mayflower people, then some kind of New England bluebloods,
and, as I gathered, it had been something of a family scandal that she
had chosen to study Africa and then went on to marry a Kenyan.
The marriage hadn't lasted, but it had produced Renee.
"I'm really glad you came over tonight," Renee said.
"Nothing could keep me away."
Although my mom had tried. Mom hit the roof when I told her I liked
Renee. In fact, Mom's last words to me, when I left the house to drive
here were: "If you go to your black girlfriend tonight, you can just
forget about coming back here."
I was a Senior, set to graduate in a couple of weeks. Renee was a
sophomore. Thanks to Dr. Jordan, I was set up to go to grad school in
African History in the Fall. Then came that damn traffic accident.
Renee lit a cigarette and handed me a framed photo of her mother standing
next to a tall black man.
"Wedding photo?" I asked.
Renee expelled smoke from her nostrils and nodded.
"I've been going through a lot of Mom's stuff today."
Smoking was the one thing Renee did that I didn't care for. Still, I
guess it calmed her at this time.
My gaze settled in on her bosom. She had big, full breasts, and I looked
forward to seeing them one day without any clothes on.
I quick looked up at her face.
"Yes?"
"I found something today that I'd like you to see," she said.
"Oh?"
"Wait here."
She got up and walked down the hallway.
I leaned back on the sofa.
Okay, Larry, you love Renee. You want to marry her. What the hell are
you going to do for a job? What are you going to do about a place to
live, since Mom doesn't want you coming home? That's a lot of shit to
dump on poor Renee, who's still mourning her mom.
"I found this upstairs," Renee said.
She held a foot-tall mahogany figurine of N'Kumba. I could tell who it
was by the laughing face and the big boobs.
"It's N'Kumba, isn't it?" I said, trying not to look at the black wooden
breasts. "Matriarchal goddess of the Kashanga people, I think."
I knew damn well it was N'Kumba. When I took Special Topics in African
History from Dr. Jordan, I did a paper that looked at three different
myths about N'Kumba. She was kind of a Trickster figure. And something
of cruel one, I thought.
That had been the one grade from Dr. Jordan I didn't like. She gave me a
C and said I misread the myths and viewed N'Kumba too negatively. Even
the people the goddess tricked, Dr. Jordan insisted, ended up blessed by
her whims.
"Isn't this great?"
Renee popped the figurine into my hands, and my thumbs went right over
the goddess' nipples. I felt my cock stiffen.
"I found what Mom wrote about this figurine." Renee walked over to the
desk and picked up a piece of paper. She turned it over.
"This figurine was believed by the Kashanga to grant wishes. If two
people of pure heart wished on the figurine, the goddess would grant them
their hearts' desire."
Renee smiled at me.
"It just felt like one last gift from Mom when I found it today." She
blinked. "I thought you might like to be the other person wishing to
N'Kumba with me."
I didn't know what to say.
"Why, Renee, that's... I'd be honored," I told her.
She smiled, and I looked down at her bosom for a moment.
"What do we do?"
Renee sat down on the sofa next to me and took the figurine's head in her
hands.
"We both hold onto her and wish our three wishes."
"Okay," I said.
Renee closed her eyes. I looked at how her breasts pushed out her
sweatshirt. I looked at the dark wooden boobs under my thumbs.
I want to put my hands on boobs like those every day of my life.
At once, I felt ashamed of myself. Renee was in pain here, she was
trying to reconnect with her mother, and all I was thinking about was
sex. I closed my eyes.
I wish I never have sexual feeling for Renee ever again.
I shook my head. Another wish about sex? What the hell was wrong with
me? I had only one wish left. It needed to be something serious.
I looked at Renee again. Her lips were pressed together, and it looked
like she was praying instead of just making a wish.
Make Renee' wish come true. That's what I really want.
Suddenly, Renee tugged at the figurine and pulled it out of my hands.
She opened her eyes and smiled.at me.
"Thanks, Larry. I'm sure it seemed silly to you, but I just felt I had
to do it."
"Hey, this was something your Mom left for you," I said. "That's
important. If it's important to you, it's important to me."
Renee set the figurine on the coffee table. It's boobs were pointing at
me.
"Thanks," Renee said. "I mean, I know it's just silly. Wishing, I mean.
And I know I can't get what I wished for by wishing, if that makes
sense."
"Well," I said.
"But you have a good heart, Larry. Mom always said that about you."
"Thank you," I said.
"She talked about you a lot these last couple of years." Renee lit
another cigarette. "You were almost like a son to her."
"That's nice of you to say." I glanced away from her chest to the wooden
bosom of N'Kumba, then looked back at Renee. "But I know we disagreed
about that N'Kumba paper I wrote for her when I took her special topics
class."
Renee closed her eyes and drew on her cigarette. A moment later, she
released the smoke from her nostrils.
"She mentioned that just last month," Renee said.
"She did?" I asked, just before I reached over and took a cigarette out
of the pack. I picked up the lighter and lit up.
Renee and I inhaled at the same time and exhaled together.
"She said that if you wanted to go deeper into African history, you
needed to adjust your thinking about N'Kumba."
I blinked as I inhaled again.
"Did she really say that?"
Renee nodded and blew smoke away from me.
"But she said you'd get there." She smiled at the figurine. "She said
you had real promise. You could even go farther than she did."
I smoked and thought about that. I knew Dr. Jordan had liked me, but
this really made me feel good.
"She said that about me?"
Renee expelled another small cloud.
"She said N'Kumba would take you deeper into the mystery."
I leaned back on the sofa and looked into the goddess' mahogany face.
Smooth, black and strong, it watched me like I didn't belong here.
As much as I loved Dr. Jordan and respected her intellect, looking into
N'Kkumba's face, I could only see a cruel and cunning Trickster.
"Well, if N'Kumba can give me a successful career in African history,
praise to N'Kumba," I said.
I drew on the cigarette, and my nipples started to itch. Itch and get
warm. I expelled the smoke, but the discomfort continued and
intensified.
"When do you go to grad school?" Renee asked.
It felt like ants were biting my nipples, but each burst of pain was
followed by an explosion of pleasure.
"What?" I asked.
"When do you go away?" Renee asked.
I crushed my cigarette out in the ashtray.
"I don't want to leave you, Renee," I said. "Not ever."
"You're so sweet, Larry," she said.
I shivered, as my nipples began to burn. I wanted to put my hand up
under my shirt and scratch until I bled.
"I think I need to go to the bathroom," I said.
"Sure! Be my guest!"
I jumped up and hurried off to the bathroom. I turned on the light and
shut the door behind me, almost slamming it.
I looked in the mirror. Sweat made my face glisten. I grabbed some
Kleenex and wiped my face off, and then I yanked my shirt over my head.
I looked at my reflection.
My nipples were now three inches wide at least. And dark.
My knees almost buckled, and I grabbed the edge of the sink, so I didn't
fall.
I shut my eyes.
I wasn't a smoker, I told myself. That cigarette had gone right to my
head. I was seeing things that weren't happening.
The warmth in my chest began going deeper.
I opened my eyes again.
The flesh around and behind my nipples was starting to swell. It puffed
and stretched and grew, darkening as it did, from fishbelly white to deep
pink, to olive, to brown.
"Oh, N'Kumba," I said. "N'Kumba, you Trickster."
My cock stiffened as I watched breasts take shape on my chest. My flesh
rebelled against me and forced itself up and forward.
I reached up and touched my left breast with my right hand, as my left
hand clutched the sink for dear life.
"N'Kumba, forgive me. N'Kumba, let me go."
My fingers brushed my nipple, and a wave, a shiver of pleasure shook me.
"So good," I whispered.
As the pleasure radiated through my chest and down to my feet, making
tears run down my cheeks, the words of my first wish came back to me.
I want to put my hands on boobs like those every day of my life.
"Oh, yes," I said. "Yes, N'Kumba. This is my wish."
My new breasts grew, deeper and heavier, jutting out firm and brown, as I
stood and squeezed and poked them.
"Bless me, N'Kumba. N'Kumba, grant me my wish. Great is N'Kumba."
They were nearly as big as Renee's now, as I kneaded them with my white
hands. Ever since I had met Renee, I had wanted to see her breasts, hold
them, kiss them, and now I was getting a pair of brown breasts of my own.
"Bless me, N'Kumba," I mumbled. "Bless me and don't stop."
They grew and they grew. I turned and looked at the side view, how far
out they stood. I bit my lips, so I didn't squeal with joy when I
realized they had to be bigger than Renee's.
Trembled with pleasure and delight, I looked directly into the mirror,
took a deep breath, and then released my breasts.
I ignored my grinning white face, and looked with pride at the dark brown
breasts that jutted forth from my white torso. I undid my belt and let
my pants and undies fall to the floor. My phallus, as Caucasian as ever,
stood proudly erect between my pale, hairy legs.
I reached down and touched it.
It was still there, and it still felt good to touch it. My cock was as
much a part of my body as my boobs.
I was a freak.
"Larry, are you okay?" Renee asked, on the other side of the bathroom
door.
"Yeah," I said.
It was easier than saying "A goddess granted one of my wishes, and now
I'm a freak."
I shook my head and thought about how both of us had held that damn
figurine.
"What did you wish for?" I asked.
"What?"
"What did you wish from N'Kumba?" I asked.
Renee didn't say anything for a moment. I stood still, not breathing,
and listened to my heart beat.
"I wished I had a sister," she said. "But that's just silliness. You
can't get a sister just by wishing for one."
I looked into the mirror at the figure who was neither male nor female,
neither black nor white but who was me. I licked my lips.
"N'Kumba, make Renee's wish come true," I whispered. "That's what I
really want."
I stood there and after a long moment realized that my Adam's apple was
getting smaller. Soon it vanished, and the brown from my breasts began
to spread out across my skin, meeting in the center of my chest, then
descending toward my belly and rising toward my throat.
"Great is N'Kumba," I said as I began to relax. "Again, I say, great is
N'Kumba."
I shrank and my hands and arms became slender. My belly became tight as
it darkened, and my legs lengthened and thinned.
My eyes darkened, and my eyebrows thinned and became black. My lips
became fuller, and my hair cascaded down to my shoulders and curled. I
raised my brown hands to my white face and watched as the skin on my
cheeks and forehead grew to match that of Renee.
My phallus still stood stiff and white, even though my legs were dark and
feminine. I looked in the mirror and laughed.at the absurdity of my
cock.
"N'Kumba, you trickster! How can I worship you like this? How can I be
a sister to Renee?"
Laughter, deep and old, rang in my ears.
"You know what to say," a voice.
"I wish I never have sexual feelings for Renee again," I said.
No sooner had the words left my mouth than my phallus began to go limp.
Before my eyes, it soon sagged and then hung straight down, dead meat,
its head pointing uselessly at the bathroom floor. The pale flesh
between my dark legs now grew smaller and smaller, narrowing and
shrinking, like a balloon that was losing its air.
Finally, a dry empty skin hung there. I poked it with my finger, and it
came loose and dissolved as it fell away.
I looked at myself in the mirror, my astonished dark face, my lovely
black hair, my firm brown breasts, and the smoothness between my legs.
My mouth opened in silent protest and fear. Would I never lie with a man
and take his seed into my body? Would I never carry a child within me,
never nurse it at these breasts?
Bless me, N'Kumba, Give me the fullness of this blessing.
"Is this a blessing?" the voice asked in my ear. "Or is it only a
trick?"
"It is a blessing," I said. "A blessing greater than I deserved, but
only if it does not stop now. Complete me, N'Kumba. Complete me, great
goddess."
A breath came upon me, and the flesh between my legs opened. I moaned
with pleasure as I changed in body and soul. Time opened, and I saw and
felt my future husband enter me with his dark phallus. I could feel a
small hungry mouth feeding at my breast in the instant before time closed
again.
"Great is N'Kumba," I said. "Great is N'Kumba for saving me from my
foolishness."
"Your sister awaits you."
A pink bathrobe hung on the door, so I put it on and went out.
Renee smiled at me.
"You worried me, Lori. Are you okay?"
I hugged her.
"I'm fine, Renee. We'll be fine."
My sister smiled at me.
"We will. We certainly will."
We walked back to the living room. Our two packs of cigarettes and
lighters lay side by side on the coffee table. I sat down on the sofa,
took out a cigarette and lit up as Renee went to the TV set.
"Do you think the Warriors have a shot at winning tonight?" Renee asked.
I smoked and looked into the strong, warm, mahogany face of N'Kumba.
Praise to you, granter of blessings. Praise to you, reader of my heart.
Praise to you.
"I think things will go well," I said.
The End
Author's Note - I hope you have enjoyed this story. If you did, please
look for my Tales of Metamorphosis trilogy at Amazon. The first book,
Goriod, has been published and is set in Classical Times, while the
forthcoming Lorinocco is set during the Enlightenment and Patient M takes
place during the Twentieth Century.
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