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Idol Talk As always, the first thing I noticed was her tits. She stood eight inches tall, fitting nicely on Randy's bookcase, and was made of wood, but my eyes went directly to her knockers. They were big and round. Firm as anything, since they were wood. They stuck out from her chest like two missiles ready to blow me to hell. If she had been a real woman with tits that size, she would fall over. Instead, she stood there, watching me look at her tits, and laughed at me since I could never suck her marvelous mummeries. I looked into that face carved into an endless laugh at my expense and could feel my face get red. "Randy, who is this charming woman you have in your apartment?" I asked. "What?" He sounded startled, then he came over and saw what I was looking at. "Oh, that. It's a gift from Uncle Jack. The explorer. He got it in Africa." "Well, I could guess that," I said. I looked at the dark wooden figure and wondered for the millionth time why I hung around with a guy as dense as Randy. "What's the story on it?" "I don't know. I guess it's a fertility goddess," Randy said. I rolled my eyes, but Randy couldn't see my face. "I think Uncle Jack sent it to me to get back at my mom," Randy said. "I've never met him. He joined the Peace Corps and nobody in the family's seen him since the Sixties." "Black sheep of the family?" I asked. "Oh, no. He's a real humanitarian, from what I hear," Randy said. He scuffed his feet on the floor. "That might be why mom doesn't like him." That's why I hung out with Randy. His family was rich. Every time an airplane did something, Randy told me once, his family got some money. He was exaggerating, of course, but only a little. Randy was rolling in dough, so much so that he didn't even notice how he paid most of the bill when he and I went someplace. "I heard a rumor once that Uncle Jack married an African woman," Randy said. "A Black woman." I rolled my eyes. "I got the picture the first time," I told him. "Broadminded of him, I guess." "My mother won't even let his name be mentioned in the house," Randy said. "She even made me promise I'd only marry a white woman." "Really?" I looked at the figurine on Randy's bookshelf. If I ever met a woman who looked half as sexy as that figurine, I'd bone her in a heartbeat. Marriage, though? That might be taking things a bit too far, especially if it meant kissing off all the money Randy would stand to inherit. Randy turned on the TV, and we settled in to watch the game. Although I found it hard to concentrate on the two teams and their struggle for the pigskin. My attention kept drifting back to the figurine on the bookshelf and those boobs of hers. What if I met a woman built like that? If she were here with us now, the football game could go hang, and I'd take her back to the bedroom and screw her brains out. I looked at those mahogany boobs some more and decided that we could make love on the hallway floor. My rod was as stiff as a poker and actually hurting in how it pressed against the zipper of my pants. "Great game, isn't it?" Randy asked. "Huh?" I forced myself to look at the tube, instead of those big boobs. It was just a figurine. They were just wood. Why was I getting so worked up? So I watched the game, but very soon an exhaustion would come over me. My eyelids would droop, and I'd start seeing boobs swaying before my eyes. Big naked brown ones. Boobs that I wanted to kiss and suck. I shook my head and looked at that damn figurine. Whoever had carved that really knew what he was doing. I was under its spell. I glanced over at Randy, who watched the football game. How could he live in the same apartment with that figurine and ignore it? What was the matter with him? I shook my head again. That figurine was just wasted on Randy. If I had it in my apartment, I'd bring babes up every night, and they'd see the damn thing and get as horny as me, and my life would be one fuck-o- rama. But here was Randy, just ignoring a sure-fire way to get laid. I cleared my throat. "Randy, could you do me a favor?" I asked. "Huh?" He blinked as he turned away from the TV. "The Rams are about to score." No, you idiot. I'm about to score if you do what I want, I thought. "I know it's a gift from your Uncle," I said, jerking my thumb over my shoulder at the figurine. "But could I borrow that statue?" More blinking from Randy. "Why would you want it?" Now it was my turn to blink and swallow. How could I put this? "I think it will make any woman who sees it hot," I said, the words just spilling out of my mouth. "If I don't get laid six times a week with that thing, I'll let you have it." "Wow," Randy said. He looked almost as surprised as I felt. "Do you think it could really do that?" "100% sure," I told him. "I never thought of it that way," Randy said. He shrugged. "If it works for you, let me know, okay?" "Sure," I said. Just then the TV set erupted with a roar. Randy turned back to the screen, and thumped the armrest of his chair. "The Rams scored, and I missed it!" I am going to score, I thought. And score and score and score. I looked at Randy and shook my head. The poor guy. He had absolute magic in his apartment, and he had no idea how to use it. "Well, I think this game is pretty well decided," I said. I stood up and stretched. "I'll just take... What is the name of this thing?" "Huh?" Randy looked over at the figurine. "Uncle Jack mentioned a name, but I'd have to look it up. It was weird. Had an apostrophe in it." I put my hand on the dark wood. "Well, I'll just call her the goddess," I said. My thumb slipped down over a wooden boob. "I'll take good care of her," I told Randy. "Thanks a lot." I walked down to my car and drove back to my place, bothered all the way by the ramrod in my pants, the memory of those dark breasts that kept pushing themselves into my mind, and wonder why I had been so frank with Randy tonight. Usually, I keep my thoughts pretty hidden, although it doesn't take much to fool Randy. But just now, the words just spilled out of me. I glanced over at the figurine in the passenger seat and grinned. That mahogany doll would improve my sex-life 100%. I started lining up the babes I would ask up to my place as I parked and took the elevator up to my apartment. The thing's boobs were pushed into my chest as I fished my keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door. "Your new home, goddess," I said, as I stepped over the threshold. "You'll make this the hottest apartment in the city." I looked into that black wooden face. "Baby, you'll make my wildest dreams come true." And then I kissed her, put her on the shelf, and went to bed. At some point during the night, I became aware that I wasn't in bed anymore. I was standing in a room that wasn't like any room I had ever been in. There were no corners. Everything was round and dark. I couldn't see out any windows. Light came from three small fires that burned on different parts of the floor, which seemed to be bare earth. "You do not respect N'Kumba," a voice said. I jumped and looked around. I was alone in this room. I looked for a door, a way to get out, but there wasn't any. "You think you can command N'Kumba." "Who are you?" My eyes darted this way and that, trying to find anyone else in this crazy room with me. Laughter, deep feminine laughter, came to me. As I turned my head yet again, I saw that sexy figurine standing on the ground. "I am N'Kumba," the voice said. "Where are you?" I was pretty scared now. "Show yourself!" In the blink of an eye, the figurine became as tall as a person. I leaped back a step, as the laughter rang out again. The statue didn't laugh, it was still made of wood, but this deep, feminine laugh filled the room. It's a dream, I told myself. It's a wet dream. There's nothing to be afraid of. "I'm not afraid," I said, my voice quivering a bit. "I'm not afraid of you, whatever your name is." "N'Kumba! I am N'Kumba! You have insulted me!" Her words beat against my eardrums, and I almost slapped my hands to my ears, but I didn't want to look weak. I took a deep breath and strolled over to the statue. I looked at that mahogany face. The carver had captured her in mid-laugh. Then my eyes went down to her breasts, and I had to gasp. They were lovely. So big and dark that I just wanted to get my hands on them and suck and rub my face against them. "Oh, my God," I said, as my right hand reached out and I rubbed my thumb over her nipple. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God." Closing my eyes, I leaned forward and kissed the hard wood, and as I pressed my face against the breast the wood became warm and fleshy under my lips. "White man, you have profaned N'Kumba!" My eyes shot open, and my mouth released her breast. I looked up into living eyes that burned with anger, and I stumbled backwards, falling to the earth. "No!" "You mock and profane me, and now you shall pay!" She pointed her dark hand at my erect cock, which began to heat up. I gasped and looked down at my cock and then yelped. It was getting smaller. As I stared at it, my cock shrank, getting smaller and smaller, while N'Kumba laughed. I took a breath, and my cock was now as big as the tip of my pinkie finger. "What are you doing to me?" I asked. "Stop!" N'Kumba laughed, and my miserable cock went limp. "Do you want me to stop, white man, and leave you with a miserable cock like that?" I glanced down at my shrimpy manhood and tried to imagine satisfying a woman with that tiny bit of meat. I couldn't. "No! Don't leave me like this." N'Kumba chuckled. "So you want me to continue, white man?" "Yes," I said, looking into her face and nodding. "Just don't leave it like this." The goddess threw back her head and laughed. "Oh, white man," she said. "I will do as you say." Once again she pointed at my cock, which became hot and stood up, looking absolutely ridiculous. Tears came to my eyes as the heat built up. I opened my mouth and moaned. Suddenly, my cock pulled into my body, and a cleft opened between my legs. I gasped as the pain of my cock suddenly turned into a billow of ecstasy that exploded in my groin and began sweeping through the rest of my body. My hips widened and my butt became bigger and bigger. My gut pulled tight, and my nipples began to itch. N'Kumba laughed, and I put my hands over my nipples, which began to stiffen and burn, pulling and spreading. "N'Kumba!" I called out to the goddess. "Yes, child?" she asked. My head began to itch, and hair began to grow longer. I shook my head and looked down at my chest, which felt like a battlefield between this new pleasure and the pain of my old body. "Help it," N'Kumba said. "Help the change." I closed my eyes and tugged at my nipples. An instant later, I screamed with pleasure as I felt flesh swelling under my hands, pushing into my palms, rising like mountains of joy. I opened my eyes and looked at the dark breasts of N'Kumba. Memories of how I had kissed her wooden breasts fled from my mind as I kneaded my new, growing breasts. Oh, how I wanted a man to kiss my breasts and tell me I was lovely. Oh, how I wanted a man to plant his seed between my legs. My breasts grew larger again. "Great is N'Kumba!" I shouted. Tears of joy came to my eyes as I imagined a small mouth clinging to my nipple for life itself. "Receive the blessing!" N'Kumba commanded. I looked down at my hands, my white hands, and as I breathed they began to darken, to tan and then to brown. "Thank you, thank you, great Mother!" I said. My hair curled and my skin continued to darken, as my whiteness became a memory, a ghost that fled into the past. "Daughter, thou are blessed," N'Kumba said. "Great is N'Kumba," I replied, and then I closed my eyes. My head hit the earthen floor, and I shook. My eyes opened. Sunlight was streaming into the room around the edges of the shade. I turned my head and looked at the clock. It was just past Noon. With a scream, I sat up and threw back the blanket. My cock, rock hard, stood to attention. My white cock, I was happy to see. I jumped out of bed and looked down at my body. My skin was white, and my body was male. I ran my right hand up and down my cock, reassuring myself it had all been a dream. The figurine stood on the shelf, looking at me. I strode over to it, in half a mind to toss it in the trash, but then I remembered it was Randy's and a gift from his uncle, so I calmed myself. The figurine's face seemed to smirk at me, though, so I grabbed the thing and turned it so its laughing dark face looked at the wall. Then I looked down at my erect cock, ran my right hand over it, and decided that I needed a shower. I ran a hot shower, and as the water pummeled my skin and my scalp, I rubbed my cock up and down and sang. "Isn't it nice to have a penis." I couldn't remember all the words, but pretty soon I started coming, and coming, and coming, and I didn't need to remember all the other names for my cock because I knew that dumb nightmare was just a nightmare, and I was going to call Sally Hammond once I had clothes on and ask her to come on over tonight, and she'd see that N'Kumba figurine and get all hot, and my dick would get all wet. I stood still and shook my head under the shower spray. N'Kumba. How did I know that was the goddess' name? I laughed. I must have seen it in a book once, and then seeing Randy's figurine pulled it out of my subconscious. Since when do you read books about African mythology? I shut off the water. Maybe it wasn't a book. Maybe it was an old issue of National Geographic that I saw the name N'Kumba in. Maybe when I was at the doctor's when I was a kid, I read an article about N'Kumba, the Trickster of the Kashanga people. I slid the shower door open and stepped out on the mat. N'Kumba serves two purposes in the mythology of the Kashanga. She is a Trickster goddess, and she is also the great mother of the Kashanga, a fertility goddess. The things you remember when you stand in the shower too long, I told myself, with all that water hitting your head, churning up the facts you've amassed in the course of your life. The mirror was utterly steamed over. I sighed and picked up a short towel to wipe it off. N'Kumba, in many stories, protected and increased the Kashanga by adopting foreign men into the tribe and making them fertile women. I looked down at my white penis. "It's divine to own a dick," I said. I looked into the mirror and ran the short towel across the glass. Beneath the steamed-up glass, a black woman looked out at me with resignation in her eyes. I screamed and threw my towel to the floor, noticing as I did that the arm that released it was rich brown and hairless. I gasped for breath as the flesh on my chest began pulling forward into two firm, beautiful breasts that I would never be able to kiss. No sooner had I thought that than my cock sprang into the at-ready position, and one heartbeat later is started to go limp. Its head sagged uselessly toward the floor, as my legs darkened and lost their hair. I reached for my still-pale phallus just as the tops of my feet turned brown. My fingers passed through empty air, above black and curly pubic hair that surrounded my new sex. "Isn't it nice to have a penis," N'Kumba said. I looked back into the mirror and saw the laughing, wooden face of the figurine looming behind my shoulder. "That's a song you'll never sing again," she said. "Great is N'Kumba," I said, pounding my fist to my heart. "Great is N'Kumba!" She laughed. "I was a fool, and I insulted the goddess," I said. "You showed me your power. You corrected my foolishness. But..." "But what?" "I can't live as a black woman! I just can't! Turn me back into myself, and I'll give the figurine back to Randy. I will never mock N'Kumba as long as I live." My heart pounded as the goddess was silent. "Please, N'Kumba!" I got down on my knees before the figurine. "I cannot live like this?" "Like what?" she asked. "You think that the woman's lot is so terrible that you reject it at once? Do you think I am cruel?" "Great is N'Kumba," I said. "Great is N'Kumba!" I hardly dared to breathe as the goddess said nothing. "You have not experienced the woman's lot," she said at last. "When you have experienced it, if you reject it with your heart, ask me again, and I shall give you what you want." Tears came to my eyes. "Great is N'Kumba," I said. "Merciful is the Great Mother of the Kashanga." She did not answer me, and I realized that I was alone. I stood up and grabbed Hugh's bathrobe. It was the only thing I could think of to wear, but it wouldn't close right over my boobs. I threw myself down in the chair and started to think. I had to get back to normal as fast as I could. I just had to. To do that, I had to experience "the woman's lot," whatever that was. I gasped. It probably meant sex. To become a man again, I'd have to have sex with a man. That N'Kumba was one tricky bitch. If she thought I'd have sex with a guy, so she could laugh at me taking a cock in my mouth and pussy, I'd show her. I just wouldn't have sex. And I'd be a black woman all the rest of my life. I groaned. The Great Goddess had me in a cage, and the only way out was to have sex as a woman, so I could become my white, straight self again. Okay, I thought, so you'll have to have sex. The question is with who? I quickly ran through the guys I knew. While the thought of Brad, Phil, and Rick did make me surprisingly hot, I vetoed them quickly. Brad was engaged to Alice, Phil was probably too racist to have sex with a black woman, and Rick... My heart started to beat faster. Rick was too sexy. I had a line on how this N'Kumba thought. She had trapped me into having sex with a man, and if I had sex with a sexy man, maybe I'd agree to be a black woman for the rest of my life. So I needed to have sex with a guy who probably wasn't good at sex. Randy. He was kinda geeky, not into sports, and probably didn't have much of a pecker. I could have sex with him, and it wouldn't be great, so I could then just pick up that damn figurine and ask N'Kumba to turn me back into Hugh. I laughed. The Great Mother thought she had me, but I had her right where I wanted her. I would trick the Trickster. I looked at the clock and figured that Randy might be at his apartment, as most of his classes were Monday-Wednesday-Friday. So I picked up the phone and called. He answered on the third ring. "Hello?" "Randy!" I said, and then suddenly realized I had a woman's voice. "Who is this?" he asked. "This is Hu..." I couldn't tell him I was Hugh. "Julia," I said. "Julia Noire. I'm a friend of Hugh's." "Oh," Randy said. "Look, something has happened to Hugh, and I'd like you to come over and help out," I said, mentally kicking myself for sounding so lame. "If Hugh's hurt, shouldn't you call 911?" Randy asked. "It's nothing like that at all," I said. "It's just..." What was I going to tell Randy? "It's just that Hugh thinks he's going to fail that stupid Philosophy class." "Ethics?" Randy asked. "Yes," I said, glad I had hit on something plausible. Hugh's grades in that class were pretty dismal. "And if he fails it, well, he's thinking of going away. "Transfer to another college?" "Yeah, one without any Philosophy requirement." "That'd be a shame if he left. I like Hugh." Fool, I thought. He doesn't like you. "Well, I thought we could put our heads together and come up with some reasons for Hugh to stay," I said. "Sure." "Great! I'm at Hugh's," I said. "He's with you now?" Randy asked. "Oh, he's out taking a walk," I said. "This F he's going to get has really got him shaken up." "Do you think he's going to do something rash?" I shook my head. Good ol' Randy. Worried about Hugh when Hugh didn't give a damn about him. "No. Not Hugh. Just come over to Hugh's, and we can figure out what to do with him." "See you soon," Randy said. I felt a little bit bad, as I hung up the phone. Randy sounded like he really cared what happened to Hugh, would be upset if Hugh jumped in the lake or something. I walked over to the figurine and held it. "Is this what it's like being a trickster?" I asked N'Kumba. If it was, I didn't like it. It just didn't feel comfortable. Maybe you should tell Randy the truth? I laughed. Hi, Randy, I'm your old pal, Hugh. I insulted an African goddess, and she turned me into a black woman, and the only way I can turn back to Hugh is if I have sex with you. You don't mind, do you? I looked out the window and saw Randy walking across the quad. He was hurrying over here, as if that would help anything. Anything to help a pal, that was Randy. My heart began to beat faster, and I pulled my robe tighter, then pulled it back, to show off my cleavage. Then I pulled it back together again. Finally, there was a knock at the door. I took a deep breath, then walked over and opened it. "Hi," I said. "You must be Randy." As soon as I said it, I wanted to kick myself. Randy looked startled. "You're Julia Noire?" he asked. I nodded. "Come on in," I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him in the room. I shut the door behind him and locked it. "Hugh never told me he had such a beautiful friend." "Oh, aren't you sweet," I said, as some warmth rose in my cheeks. "No, it's true," Randy said. "Hugh told me he always tried to date mousy women. They were easier to have sex with." I stood there, rooted to the floor. I wanted to deny this, but I knew it was the truth. That was Hugh's m. o. In fact, that was sort of what I was doing now with Randy. And I needed to get on with it. The sooner I slept with Randy, the sooner I would be Hugh again, so I needed to get in gear. "I shouldn't have said that about Hugh," Randy said. "The poor guy." "Oh, Randy," I said. "You have to face facts about Hugh. The guy's a user." Randy looked at me, utterly shocked. "Drugs?" I took Randy's hand in mine. "No. He uses people. He used those women that he bragged to you about." I closed my mouth, not wanting to say what I was going to say. I looked at that damn figurine sitting on the shelf, and the words came spilling out of my mouth. "He used you. Didn't you ever notice that you always had to pay for things for Hugh? He'd promise to pay you back, but it would always be late and just a little bit, and then you'd tell him 'That's okay, buddy. It doesn't matter.' Remember all those times." Randy sighed and lowered his head. "Well, when you put it like that, I guess I sound like a real chump, don't I?" "No!" I put my hand on Randy's back. "You're not a chump. You're a good guy. When you thought Hugh was in trouble, you hurried right over here, like a real friend would do. You have a good heart, Randy. Any girl can see that." Randy stood up and walked over to the window. "Thanks, Julia, but shouldn't we be out there, looking for Hugh? I mean, it's getting cold out there, and I hate to think about him walking around feeling miserable." I got up and stepped behind him, so my boobs pressed into Randy's back. "I think the best thing to do is wait here for Hugh. Just the two of us," I said, speaking in a husky whisper that I hoped Randy found attractive. "But that doesn't really make sense," he said. "Yes, it does." I gripped Randy's left arm, pressed myself tighter against him, and pointed out the window with my right hand. "If we go out there and look all over campus, we'll probably miss Hugh when he comes back. We'll just wait here and cheer him up when he comes back." I had a brilliant idea and walked over to the closet. I opened it up and pointed at my old jacket hanging on the hook. "See. He doesn't even have a jacket, and like you said, it's getting colder. He'll be back here soon, I'm sure." Randy shrugged. "Well, that does make sense," he said. I closed the closet and then I put my hand on the figurine's head. I got another idea. "Hugh said you gave him this," I said. "Did you know anything about it?" Randy shook his head. "It's just something my Uncle sent me. Given how he doesn't like my mom, it's probably something he got in a tourist shop." The figurine seemed to get hot under my fingers, and I pulled my hand away. "Are you hurt?" Randy said. "Let me see your hand." I put my hand in his and sat on the bed next to him, letting my chest brush his arms. His hand felt strong and gentle as he held me. "It isn't bad," I said. I sort of wanted to pull my hand away, but for some reason I let him hold on to it. Randy blushed. "What would Hugh think if he walked in and saw us like this now?" "Hugh was a suspicious guy," I said. "He'd think you're trying to seduce me." "Oh!" Randy looked like he was about to stand up, so I closed my fingers around his thumb. "Don't run off. Hugh won't come barging through that door anytime soon." I leaned forward and kissed Randy's ear. "H-how do you know?" "He probably went to the library," I said. "Do you know Hugh well enough to predict what he'll do?" Randy asked. "I know Hugh pretty well," I said. "He's a selfish guy who is happy to coast along on the work of others." I blinked and wanted to stop speaking, but the words kept coming out of my mouth. "He used you, Randy, and he wanted to use me too. He just uses people, and nobody really likes him." As I spoke, it was like I was seeing Hugh, how he looked from the outside, how he sneered at everyone. How he looked down on the girls he slept with. I pressed myself closer to Randy and felt glad that Hugh wasn't me. "That's why he hung around with you, Randy; you were what he wasn't. Kind. Thoughtful. People like you. Hugh never really believed people liked him." I swallowed. "He wanted to be like you, Randy, but he couldn't. He was a user, and he would keep on using people even if they were nice to him." "I.. I..." Randy didn't know what to say. I looked at Randy like I was seeing him for the first time. He had an open face, didn't seem to carry a lot of anger toward people, and had kind eyes. "You're a great guy, Randy," I said. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, and he gasped with surprise. Then he grabbed my shoulders and turned and gave me a proper kiss. "Oh, Randy," I said, when we finished. Before I could say anything else, Randy kissed me again. I held on tight and let him put his tongue in my mouth. My heart pounded. Part of me wanted to say we were going too fast, and part of me wanted Randy to nail me so I could get back to being me again. Hugh, that user, the guy who would never be happy. I pulled away from Randy at that moment, and my robe fell open. My dark breast stuck out from my chest, and Randy's mouth opened, but he also reddened in embarrassment. "You can touch it," I said. "It's all right." He raised his hand, but didn't touch me, as if he feared touching it, so I put my hand on his and pulled it over to my breast. It felt so good when he hand brushed over my nipple. I sucked in my breath and arched my back, and gave him a smile. "Do you want to kiss it?" I asked. Dazed, as if he couldn't believe this was happening, Randy nodded, then leaned forward and planted his lips on my nipple. I put my hand on the back of his head and pressed him against my breast as he began pulling my tender flesh. "Oh, Randy," I said. It felt good, really good, as he sucked one breast and then the other. Finally, he pulled away from me, looking almost dazed, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. I looked down and saw the front of his pants tent-poling out. I beamed at him. "May I?" I asked. I reached for his zipper and pulled it down before he started to nod. A moment later, Randy's cock stood at attention. My brown fingers closed around it and started to rub up and down its impressive length. "Isn't it nice to have a penis," I said. "Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong," he said. A moment later, my lips were on his cock. He moaned, and I ran my tongue around the top of his shaft, then I started sucking. "Oh God, oh God, oh God!" I kept sucking until I became aware of him calling my name. "Julia!" I opened my mouth and released him. "Lie down on the bed," he asked. "Please." This was it, I thought. Soon I'd experience the woman's lot, and then I could ask to be myself again. I let my robe fall to the floor, then I lay on the bed, with my legs spread. "Oh, Julia," he said. Instead of climbing on the bed, Randy bent over, putting his head above my crotch. I smiled. I would have bet that Randy would be the kind of guy to go down on his girlfriend. "Oh, Randy," I said. My heart was already pounding when his tongue touched me down there. I gasped, as a wave of pleasure rushed through me. My toes curled. Randy kept licking, and the pleasure kept rising. I said his name over and over and over and over as my fists thumped the bed. "Do me, Randy!" I finally said. "I want you in me now, or I'll scream my head off!" Randy stood up, and let his pants fall to the floor. "Come on!" I said. "I want you, Randy! I want you in me!" Now he got on the bed, and soon I felt his firm cock pressing against my cleft. Thank you, N'Kumba, the thought flashed through my mind. This'll be great. Randy grabbed me, I threw my legs around him, and he thrust into me. We did it three times before midnight, and after the last time, Randy fell asleep with his arm across my chest. I looked at the ceiling and smiled like a fool. If this was the woman's lot, it wasn't half bad, I thought. Of course, it wasn't for me, but it had been fun to experience it. I turned my head to the figurine of the laughing goddess with the big breasts. All I needed to do was get up, walk across the room, and tell N'Kumba that while I enjoyed the woman's lot, I wanted to be myself again. Randy moaned in his sleep. I looked at him. If I got out of bed now and talked to N'Kumba, Randy would probably wake up. I didn't want to turn back into Hugh in front of Randy. I didn't want Randy to know that I had ever been Julia. That would just be weird. I mean, could Randy keep that kind of secret? I looked at him with his head on my pillow and decided that I'd ask N'Kumba to turn me back after Randy left in the morning. No big deal. I closed my eyes and settled in to sleep. I did fall asleep pretty fast, but it wasn't restful. All sorts of weird dreams bombarded me. There were these African warriors. Blood on their spears, they came through the grove of stout dark trees to a clearing where a fire burned. An old woman tended the fire, and she rose and pointed at the warriors, her voice cracking with anger. One guy threw his spear, running the old woman through. The warriors laughed, but the sky became red. The fire doubled in size, and the warriors, as if hypnotized, surrounded it. One by one, they threw their shields and spears into the blaze, then their animal skins. No sooner were they nude before the fire than their bodies began to change, breasts beginning to bud and take shape upon their chests, their hips widening, and their phalluses dwindling up into their bodies. None of them complained or cried. They stood and accepted the judgment of the goddess, raising their voices in a thankful tone. I muttered and turned over. A man, a great white hunter type, sat at a typewriter. He lit his pipe and regarded what he had just written. As he puffed contentedly, his beard began to face away, while his skin darkened. He set his pipe down, picked up a pencil, struck through two lines, and resumed typing, even as his body shrank in his khaki shirt, and breasts began pushing at his front. Finally, she stopped, picked up her pipe and puffed contentedly as she read her words. Her calmness unnerved me, and I shuddered. I reached out for Randy, and my hand brushed over the covers. I shivered. "Randy?" I asked. "I had a bad dream." Again I reached out, and again, I couldn't feel Randy. I opened my eyes and looked into the early morning murk. "Randy?" I looked for him. "Could you hold me?" No answer. I sat up, fully awake. "Randy!" I was alone in the bed. I threw the covers back and stood up. Randy must be in the bathroom. I ran over to the bathroom, ready to pound on the door. "Randy!" The bathroom door was open. My hand slowly reached out to the wall to turn on the light, but I knew what I would see. Or wouldn't. Randy wasn't in the bathroom. He wasn't in my apartment. He had had sex with me, and then he had sneaked out while I slept. My face got hot, and tears began to well up in my eyes. Randy. I thought he had cared for me, but he just wanted sex. Once he got that, he took off and left me. Tears, warm ones, began to stream over my cheeks. I got back into bed, put my arms around my pillow, and had a good sob. Finally, the morning sun began to poke its way into my apartment. One sunbeam lay across the face of N'Kumba. I looked up at the goddess and frowned. Yes, Randy had screwed me and then cleared out while I slept. Well, I couldn't say I didn't deserve it. When I was Hugh, I had pulled this stunt a few times. Hell, I had even boasted to Randy about it. Yeah, Hugh had been served just like he had served a good handful of women. Suddenly my tears stopped, and I froze in mid-sob. This was it! The woman's lot! To be used by a man and discarded! I had been treated just like I had treated women. I knew how it hurt now. I had learned my lesson. N'Kumba could turn me back into a man again. I stood up and wiped my eyes. I had learned my lesson. When I was Hugh again, I'd be a better man, treat women with respect, and just be different. N'Kumba had corrected me, and I would learn from this. Someone knocked on the door. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Someone knocked again. "Coming!" I said. I picked up my robe and put it on, making sure my breasts were covered. Then I walked to the door and looked through the hole. Randy stood there. "Randy!" His name burst from my mouth before I could even think. "Julia!" He smiled. I have something for you. Dazed, I let my hands reach out and unlock the door. I stepped back and let it swing open. A moment later, Randy stood in the doorway, a bouquet of roses in his hand. "Julia!" he said. "You've been crying!" "I... It's okay," I said and sniffled, and immediately wanted to kick myself for sniffling. "I hope you didn't think I'd run off," he said. "Why..." I swallowed. "No, Randy. I didn't think that." "Well, these are for you," he said, pressing the roses into my hand. "Thank you for a wonderful evening." The waterworks opened up. Randy turned a little pink and closed the door. "Thank you, Randy," I said, as tears streamed down my cheeks. I looked down at the roses and smelled their sweetness. "I don't know what to say." Randy took a deep breath and then got on his knees. "What?" I asked. "What are you doing?" He looked up at me, his eyes big and helpless. "Julia Noire," he said, "will you marry me?" I put my hand on my heart and took a step back. "What?" I asked, not believing my ears. "I know it's sudden, but will you marry me, Julia?" I opened my mouth to speak when I heard Hugh's voice in my head. I struggled to keep control of myself. I needed to send Randy packing, walk over to that N'Kumba figurine, and tell the goddess that I had learned an important lesson, thank you, but could I have my penis back. Only... Randy's eyes seemed so blue and vulnerable. "This is all so sudden, Randy," I said. His face seemed to crumble. "I know I'm not the guy Hugh is," he said. "But I can change if you want me to." I put my hand on his cheek. "Don't change, Randy. Hugh...isn't the type of man for me. He's a user, just a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy." The words rushed out of my mouth. "He's used and abandoned a carload of women, and I... I'm just so lucky I met a kind and considerate guy like you." I paused and took a deep breath. I put my dark hand on his white cheek. "I really don't deserve you, Randy." Randy smiled at me, and my heart started to melt. "Will you marry me, Julia?" Randy asked again. I leaned down and kissed the top of his head. "Randy, I've really got to think this over," I said. I turned my back on him and started walking toward the study. I have to put my hands on that damn fetish and get myself turned into a man again, even if Randy sees it happen. I stopped and rubbed my forehead. What did I want to do? Did I want to be a black woman for the rest of your life? Did I want to be married to Randy? Did I want to get pregnant? I sure as hell don't! I shut my eyes and thought about those questions. The answer to all of them was "No." I did not want to get pregnant. I didn't want to be married to Randy, and I certainly didn't want to be a black woman for the rest of my life. I squared my shoulders. I wanted to be a man again. To have a penis between my legs.. To be Hugh again. Wait, did I? Did I want to be a guy who took advantage of Randy? A guy who used women and just cared about the size of their breasts. I took a deep breath. A guy with a reputation as a leech and a creep? There was a reason I felt I needed the figurine to get women to hop in the sack with me. Apart from Randy, nobody, male or female really liked being with Hugh. And maybe since I had become Julia, a growing part of me didn't want to be Hugh. I opened my eyes and saw Randy still kneeling on the floor. I sighed. If I turned back into Hugh, would I go back to being a jerk? I remembered how much I enjoyed last night's lovemaking, and how sad I felt when I woke up alone this morning. I didn't want to be a love 'em and leave 'em jerk. What guarantee was there that if I became Hugh I wouldn't backslide into my old ways. "Julia," Randy said, "I have to be honest with you. My family might not accept you. In fact, I know that my mother won't. She just won't." He took a deep breath. "It doesn't matter, Julia. You have opened up a new life for me, and I want to share it with you." I looked in his sincere, blue eyes. "Oh, Randy," I said. That was right. His mother had made him promise he'd never marry a Black woman. Randy was willing to throw away the family fortune if he married me. My head spun. I couldn't imagine anyone making any sacrifice for Hugh. Randy blinked and looked at me with concern. "Is everything all right, Julia?" I reached out with both my hands and took his and tugged so he stood up. "Randy," I said. "This is all so sudden." "Julia," he said. "I'm so lucky you love me. You're so lovely." I smiled at him. He was a little shorter than me, but as I looked down at him, I realized that I kind of liked that. He looked up at me and beamed. "You're so lovely, Julia," he said. "Your smile makes me feel like I could move the world." I believed him. I looked in his eyes and believed that Randy could move mountains with me by his side. He didn't need the family money either. I closed my eyes and listened to my heart pound for a minute. Then I opened them. "Randy, darling, I have something to do. Be a doll, and wait here." "Sure." I walked over to the figurine of N'Kumba. I picked her up and smiled at her laughing mahogany face. I took a deep breath. N'Kumba, I thought, Great Mother of the Kashanga people, you blessed me with the woman's lot when I profaned your power. Forgive me. I paused for a moment and took a deep breath. Deepen your blessing to me, Great Mother, and let me truly be the woman Randy believes me to be. Let me be a good wife to him and the mother of his children. Make me truly a daughter of the Kashanga. It shall be done, N'Kumba's voice said in my heart. Welcome to my people. The End If you liked this story, check out Bette Sinclair's Tales of Metamorphosis books Goriod - set in Roman times. Lorinocco - set in the 1700s. And coming soon - Patient M - set in the 1900s..