Having a wife who wears clothes too small for you, is
very frustrating for a crossdresser. What if you had a wish granted that would
allow your body to fit any sized clothes, forming your body to fit? Is it a
crossdressers dream? What if, when part of your body wearing the clothes of
another, became a near duplicate of the owner of those clothes. Would it still
be as great? Add the fact that reality would change to make it normal for that
to happen, still interested? Well read on.
Formfit
By Prudence Walker
Terry was
frustrated. Two years had passed for the wannabe cross dresser since his
marriage to Diane. He looked with envy at the latest purchases his wife had
brought home, thinking that it was too bad she was 6 inches shorter than his own
5’ 10’ frame and many sizes smaller than his rugged form. He hadn’t been able
to indulge in his hobby since they had married and bought the small apartment
they currently owned. He’d had to purge his heartbreakingly small and
painstakingly acquired feminine wardrobe, knowing that there would be no way of
hiding it in the small apartment. He was too scared of letting his wife Diane
in on his secret, fearing she would walk out in disgust. Terry hadn’t planned
on marrying someone so petite. His dream of marrying someone who matched his
size and who could unknowingly share her clothes with him had just not worked
out.
Seeing her that day, as he
came to in the hospital after an accident at the gym, had sealed his fate. She
being his nurse and he being immobilized in hospital for a time, after having a
broken leg all plastered up had been long enough for the two to cement a
relationship that ended in marriage 6 months down the road.
Of course, that left him
with the problem of finding something of hers he could wear that would allow
him to relieve the pressure to dress that had been building up.
Terry picked at the skirts
Diane had so casually tossed onto the bed, careful not to disturb the position
too much while she went for a shower. As usual, she had bought fitted waists
with a zip and button fastening that he knew would never get anywhere near
closing if he tried them on. At least they weren’t the pencil type, which
prevented even drawing them up his legs. He’d probably pull these up and hold
them as best he could, while he luxuriated in the feeling of the soft lining
brushing against his legs and imagining what it would feel like to walk around
in them.
Wait! One of the skirts had an elasticized waist. It was a
full skirt in a floral print that was unlined. Terry glanced at the door to
the bathroom, before quickly stretching the waist of the skirt tight and
holding it against his waist as a gauge for fit. He rejoiced, as it seemed it
might just accommodate his own waist. He placed it back, trying to replicate
the look and position that the skirts had been in originally. Already trying
to work out when he could try the skirt on, he went back into the kitchen to
continue the dinner preparations.
Just because Terry was proficient in the kitchen, didn’t
mean that he was a limp wristed househusband that deferred to Diane in all
matters domestic. Far from it, Terry loved to cook and his job as a computer
system troubleshooter meant he had more flexible hours and he was often home
before his wife. He worked primarily for a big company, but often took on
other jobs when things at the firm were running smoothly. They hoped the good
income he got would soon allow them to buy a new larger home with some land to
go with it. For now, they put up with the apartment and its relatively cheap
upkeep, while they saved their money.
“Oh crap, I knew I forgot something,” he lamented, as he
juggled various pans on the stove.
“What’s that honey?” Diane asked as she entered the
kitchen rubbing her hair with a towel. She snagged a piece of raw carrot and
munched on it as she surveyed the organized chaos that was normally her tidy
kitchen.
“We are out of oregano, and you know this dish needs it to
taste right,” he moaned shaking his head.
“Want me to pop out and get some at the local,” Diane
offered, knowing it was better to leave him in charge of things here.
“Yes please darling,”
“Okay, I’ll be back in ten,” was Diane’s parting comment,
as she picked up her keys.
The second she left, Terry turned down the heat on the remaining
pans and hurried into the bedroom. He pulled off his shorts, leaving him
standing barefoot in his jockeys. He nearly always went barefoot in the
apartment unless they had guests, as the apartments central heating was set at
a comfortable 22 degrees. He took the skirt from the bed, knowing he could try
wearing it for a few minutes. It fit… barely; the elasticized gathers at the
waist were stretched tight as he pulled it into position. Before looking at
himself in the mirror, he went and pulled on a plain top of his that was almost
gender neutral in appearance. There was no time to do any padding, but he saw
Diane’s 2 inch heeled slides. He got them on with a squeeze, knowing his heels
hung way over the back of the shoes, but not caring at this point. He walked
over to the mirror in a sort of awkward shuffle trying not to lift the shoes
more than necessary in case they fell off. Forgetting the lambskin mat in
front of the mirror in his haste to view himself, he stumbled, crashing off the
shoes and smacking his head on the chest of drawers. As his consciousness
fled, his last thought was filled with terror of the prospect of being found
wearing Diane’s new dress.
Being so traumatized by the sudden whiplash effect,
Terry’s brain started to shutdown, bringing him to the edge of death. His
breathing slowed to nearly indiscernible levels as did his pulse rate. In this
near death state, Terry felt himself floating near a source of light with what
seemed to be bright figures hovering nearby. In the timelessness of the
moment, Terry wasn’t sure if what he was experiencing was real or some kind of
dream. One figure drifted closer, although its identity was hidden till it
spoke.
“Terry you must go back, you have a task o perform that
will require your skills to achieve,” came a voice that sounded like his
grandmothers. This further confused Terry, knowing that his grandmother had
died some seven years earlier.
“The dark one has caused an imbalance by aiding directly
those that would do great evil, thus we have been granted the power to aid you
by granting you one wish.” The kindly voice went on.
‘One wish?’ thought Terry, his minds eye flashing over the
possibilities were this not a dream.
“This isn’t a dream,” countered the voice. “Make a wish
now before our limited time together ends.” The voice added, making Terry all
the more certain it was a dream, despite the denial. He thought over what he
would wish for in case there was a faint hope he was wrong. Many years of
hiding his hobby was ingrained in his head and even now he couldn’t come out
and voice his wish directly, so he couched it in a manner to allay suspicion.
“My wife often buys clothes that don’t fit me, so I wish
that my body could change so that I can fit anything my wife buys in terms of clothing
or stuff that would make us look nice.”
He’d added the “us” rather than “me,” so it would
hopefully include stuff like makeup.
“Furthermore, these changes will go unnoticed so that no
matter what I wear it will be seen as to be normal to everyone. Also, any
changes my body makes, can be controlled in duration by me, just by thinking of
it, after the removal of the clothes that cause the changes.”
“Done and done,” was the last thing he heard before things
changed again.
“Breathe damnit, I’m not losing you now,” Diane's voice
slowly became clearer to his awakening senses. Terry felt Diane doing chest
compressions and he let out a gasp of pain as he felt his ribs creak under the
pressure.
“Terry!” Diane cried in relief as he came to.
Terry could feel pain as he took a breath, but he felt
something else that made that pale in significance as shame filled his heart.
He could still feel the skirt he had worn that had got him into this mess.
“I’m sorry, I will never do it again,” he managed to get
out, as he struggled to get up off the floor. He cringed as he waited for his
wife’s disgusted voice to call him a pervert.
“I’ve warned you before to pick your feet up when wearing
heels with a skirt. It’s a wonder you haven’t tripped before. Now how is your
head? There’s a nasty gash in it. I think you were nearly comatose. I could
hardly feel a pulse when I came back in and found you on the floor.”
Terry had got to his feet feeling somewhat puzzled as her
words started to sink in. He looked down and saw that yes, he was still
wearing the skirt, but it looked different somehow and he could feel that the
slides seemed to be securely on his feet and fitting comfortably. Looking into
the mirror from where he was standing, it seemed as if his waist was much
narrower than usual, in fact, it almost looked like he had the same size waist
as Diane which was impossible, unless…the dream? The import of Diane’s words
suddenly struck him like a mallet.
She seemed to find the fact of his wearing her clothes to
be normal. It was if reality had been re written so that she was used to him
wearing skirts. Was the dream somehow coming true as had his wish? Pulling
his thoughts together, he realised Diane was talking to him.
“You’d better change that skirt, its got blood on it.
Wear this while I go soak it in cold water,” she said, holding out one of her
fitted skirts that she’d just bought.
Stunned, he took hold of it, as he slipped out of the one
he was wearing. Forgetting in his state of shock at her offer, he forgot one
detail of his wish… to retain the shape of his body after removing the skirt.
The instant it was off, his waist reverted to his normal male measurements.
That wasn’t the only thing that changed instantly. Diane grabbed back her
skirt, scolding him for even holding it, least he got blood on it.
“Get some pants on and get into the bathroom where I cam
clean up that wound.”
Terry complied, feeling more confused than ever at her
instant change in demeanor. He pulled on his discarded shorts, noting that his
feet were indeed smaller still clad in Diane’s slides. He noted that his
toenails that were poking out the open toed slides were painted with pink nail
polish and he restrained the impulse to giggle inanely at the absurdity at
seeing his wife’s feet on the end of his legs. Diane of course noted nothing
amiss at the sight as she followed her husband as he clacked into the bathroom
in her shoes.
As he bent down so Diane could clean his injury, he
revised his earlier thought that he had his wife’s feet. Looking at her bare
feet and comparing them next to his, he could see slight differences between
the two. This relieved him somewhat as the thought of having parts of him
actually changing into identical parts of her body was a bit too kinky, even for
him.
While Diane dressed his wound, Terry tried another test.
He slipped off the slides, but thought to himself to retain the change for at
least 12 hours. His feet looked dainty and the skin was paler than his own
where it merged at the ankles. It was also hairless, which made the separation
between the two all the more obvious.
“There, all done sweetie,” Diane cooed, kissing him on the
cheek. Do you think you’re going to be okay?”
“Sure, I’ll be fine,” answered Terry, deliberately leaving
the slides on the floor as he walked out the bathroom.
“Men! Always leaving their stuff on the floor,” Diane
sighed, picking up the shoes. “Here, put your own shoes away, while I finish
dinner.” She added, handing him the slides.
“I think I’ll change before dinner,” Terry informed her,
his desire to try something more making him breathe heavily with anticipation.
“Okay, I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Terry tore off his clothes at the speed of light once he
raced back into the bedroom. His next decision took much longer. What to
wear? Like a kid in a toyshop, he grabbed a whole pile of Diane’s clothes.
A pair of panties went on first. Normally they would stop
at his upper thighs as his legs stretched the panties leg holes to their limit,
but this time they glided effortlessly into position and snapped around his
waist. Looking down, he realised something he hadn’t counted on. His pride
and joy was gone, sucked into a new configuration. He dithered, wondering if
he should forgo the panties at this stage, but then thought why not experience
it for a few hours.
With that, he picked up one of Diane’s nicer satin bras,
and tried fastening it around his chest. He’d seen Diane put her arms through
the straps and reach behind her back to fasten it, not really understanding how
much more limber her arms were than his. He copied the way she did it, finding
that his arms had no problems reaching behind him and connecting the hooks and
eyes. The surprise came when he brought his arms back in front again. They
were not his own. Somehow the magic that allowed his body to change form, had
altered his arms to a feminine sleekness with slender fingers and hands that
could grace any actress’s body.
Looking in wonder at his now graceful hands and pink nail
polished adorned fingernails, he nearly missed the arrival of something or
rather two something’s, his boobs. His chest hair disappeared and then his
nipples tingled as his breasts started swelling up. Larger and larger they
grew, until Diane’s bra strained to hold them in. Looking in the mirror he
could see the changes went from his throat down to just above his bellybutton.
He looked odd as he still had his old stomach that bulged like he was
pregnant. A silk slip took care of that problem, giving him a body that was
fully female from throat to crotch. He found a nice black dress that once on
and zipped, showed off his new cleavage.
Pantyhose quickly reshaped his legs into alluring columns
of feminine elegance.
He realised that he had lost a lot of height during his
transformation, so a pair of Diane’s shoes with 4 inch heels gave a little
height back.
Wondering if he should see if he could take it one step
further and try one of Diane’s hats or hair clips and add makeup, to look the
part completely, he stood and looked at himself in the mirror. A perfectly
normal looking female body was reflected back with an equally normal looking
male head perched atop of it. It looked bizarre, like someone had cut and
pasted two images from a magazine together.
Thinking that this would be a better test than a full
transformation, Terry walked out to the kitchen with butterflies in his… or
should that be “her” stomach.
“That looks nice Terry, but you put me to shame. I guess
I’ll have to change too,” she winked at him. “I see you’ve borrowed one of my
dresses again,” she gently chided him, waving a ladle in a mock threat.
For an instant, Terry feared the worst as she realised he
was wearing her dress, but her next words puzzled him even more, driving that
fear away.
“Looks like I’m going to have to get my revenge on my
wardrobe raider and borrow one of your dresses.”
Terry was trying to work out what she meant, as he
followed her bemusedly back into the bedroom. There seemed to be more
ramifications to his wish than he’d bargained for.
“Come to watch me change into something sexy, lover?” she
teased, putting an extra wiggle in her walk as she opened the split wardrobe
where his clothes were stored.
Two things struck Terry at that moment. The place where
his suits and pants used to hang was now filled with gowns and dresses of every
description. Heels, every colour of the rainbow littered the floor where his
shoes used to be. The other thing that struck him was that he was now
technically a female, yet Diane had called him her lover. Did this mean she
was now a lesbian? When she called me Terry, was that with an i, or a y and
does she still see me as male or female. His head hurt trying to get a handle
on all these different changes.
Logically, he could understand the reason his old clothes
had transformed, as his old clothes wouldn’t fit the body he had now. He did a
quick check in his underwear drawer, while Diane picked out a turquoise sheath
that screamed “wear me.” As he suspected, his drawer had all kinds of feminine
frippery inside. Bras, slips, and panties in all manner of colours lay waiting
to be worn. His heart beat rapidly and he drooled at the thought of trying
everything on. Like a man dying from thirst in a desert coming across an
oasis, he couldn’t wait to dive in. Even the thought that Diane might be a
lesbian didn’t seem all that important anymore, as long as she only had eyes
for him…err her.
He giggled at a thought that had just come to him. If he
took everything off and changed back, while Diane was wearing “his” gown, would
it turn back into its original form? The possibilities of playing around could
take some time. He realised that as Diane had bought most of Terry’s original
clothing, (he hated clothes shopping, considering it a waste of time he could
otherwise spend on the computers he loved) he could now wear the changed
clothing without fear of it, or he changing back.
“Well? How do I look?” Diane asked, rubbing herself up
again her and fondling his now more than ample butt.
“Good enough to eat,” he blurted out unthinkingly.
I’ll hold you to that later,” she cooed. “But first,
let’s eat some real food before we start on dessert.” Diane laughed, squirming
out of his embrace.
Terry blushed, getting her meaning all too well, as he
followed her out. ‘Lucky I don’t have a penis right now,’ he thought, ‘I
wouldn’t want to spoil the line of this dress.’
He had looked in his wallet for his driver’s license. It
showed that he was still classified as Terry and even a male, though the photo
showed a feminine shaped chest and top. Maybe as long as any part of him
remained male he would be seen as male. It might even be more complicated than
that, maybe if any visible part of him could be identified as being male, then
he was male. He then wondered if looking like a woman from head to toe yet
retaining his penis he would then be seen as a female by everyone. This was
something he had to test later on.
Terry chickened out and decided to change back a little
before bedtime arrived. He knew he’d like to experience sex as a female at
least once, but too many things had happened to him in just a few hours and he
didn’t want to rush into things too quickly. He retained the chest and legs,
but took off his panties and let his member return. Immediately, the panties
changed back into jockey underwear and he slid them back on.
Of course it didn’t take long for something to get as hard
as a rock with all the sexy material slip sliding around. Nothing much else
changed as a result of his hips returning to male proportions, as there wasn’t
a lot of difference in dimensions given that Diane was smaller than he was.
His waist remained thinner still presenting a feminine outline looking from the
front From the side, his bum looked smaller and there was a certain something
sticking out in the front.
He kept his male underpants on after Diane helped undress
him. He was worried Terry junior might vanish if he left them off when Diane
handed him a nightie to wear to bed. Sex was great, but with his boobs being
unrestrained, and with the constant swinging back and forth as he pumped into
Diane, he found them rather distracting, although when Diane grasped them
lovingly the swinging lessened and the way they seemed directly connected to
his cock more than made up for the initial awkwardness.
More ramifications of his wish showed up as he went to
clean himself up immediately after the act. Diane would lie in bed in
post-coital bliss while he always liked to wash the stickiness off straight
away.
Still wearing the nightie, he pulled off his damp
jockeys. Suddenly, ‘she’ didn’t have anything to wash, at least nothing
externally. The nightie, as an all over garment covering everything from neck
to ankles had treated his whole body as female, and made him conform to that
standard. Not only that, but Terri could now taste Diane’s secretions in her
mouth, seeming to retroactively take into account her now female body with a
lesbian encounter not a few minutes ago.
‘Oh boy!’ she thought. This could get complicated. ‘What
if I get her pregnant as a guy and then turn female? Would her baby disappear
as one can’t get pregnant by cunnilingus?’ Somehow she doubted it. With the
wish coming from above, they wouldn’t allow an innocent to perish just because
he had a fetish. Maybe Diane would still be pregnant from a donor sperm in
some IVF program.
She washed herself, just in case she changed her mind
about staying female for the rest of the night and not wanting to find dried
secretions over his penis if she changed back. When she got back into bed and
tried to get comfortable with her newly acquired assets, she wondered if the
effect she was causing was just a local phenomenon, or worldwide. Knowing the
dark forces were active, she doubted the worldwide theory, as all the changes
rippling through reality, would be like a beacon, alerting them to her
presence.
Being new to boobs and the restriction of lying on her
stomach without discomfort, she decided to doff the delicious feeling nightie
in favour of being male and naked and getting a few hours sleep.
Monday morning dawned early, as strange dreams had made
his sleep fitful. Waking before Diane, he took the discarded nightie to the
bathroom. Today he was going to go ahead and try to become fully female.
Though not because he had any special need driving him to do so, he was quite
happy being a guy, but the temptation to try something new and exciting was too
much to deny.
He donned the nightie, changing instantly into a woman
from the neck down; even his feet were included in the change. Why his head
didn’t change, he didn’t know, maybe it was to stop him from accidentally
becoming female without thinking, as he would have to make a deliberate act to
complete the change. She looked around for something of Diane’s that might to
the trick. Spotting her makeup and a mock tortoise shell hair barrette, she
set to work.
Makeup was one thing he had played with before without
getting caught. She applied moisturizer and started with powder, marveling at
the changes in her face. Terri’s male face was becoming feminine the more
makeup she applied. Mascara automatically lengthened his lashes far more than
stated on the label. Eye shadow made his eyes look bigger and wider as well as
highlighting them.
Under the careful application of lipstick, his lips
swelled, becoming cupid bows. With his face gorgeously female, he started
fussing with his short hair, before placing the barrette in it. Instantly, his
hair grew out, forming waves as the barrette settled into place. As Terri sat
there taking it all in, stunned at the transformation, she didn’t hear the door
open as Diane entered.
Diane pecked Terri on the cheek. “Terri, you look
stunning this morning. You’re going to wow all your co-workers. Wear the dark
skirt and jacket I put on the bed and the cream blouse,” Diane added as if it
was a normal thing she did everyday.
“Okay.” Terri agreed, hearing her new feminine voice
coming from her red adorned lips.
Picking up the skirt that had been left out for her on the
bed, she looked at it and wondered if things were ever going to be the same
again. After all, here he…oops she was holding something she could wear with
impunity without anyone suspecting inside lurked the soul of a crossdresser.
Thinking about it now that she was female, it wasn’t cross dressing at all.
How did he go from being a frustrated male crossdresser to this?
Thinking back to her past, she didn’t fit into the normal
transsexual niche, if being transsexual could be considered normal. Being a
rather shy person Terry had never gone too far in his hobby, mainly because he
had never been brave enough to buy the clothes he wanted to try on. No, his
girl wardrobe consisted of a few nighties and bra and panty sets (gifts for non
existent girlfriends of course). Buying online was out, as first he’d lived
with his parents before flatting with mates while at university. The dread of
having any of them open something addressed to him and finding what was inside
had made that totally out of the question.
Yet here he, or she was, about to go out in public as a
female. Funnily enough, she still felt male in her brain. She wasn’t
hankering to go out and have sex with a man, and her feelings towards Diane,
remained the same. The best way she could describe it was like being a secret
agent taking on a disguise, except this disguise was as the opposite sex yet
perfect down to the last detail. There was a thrill at having the chance to
wear what she liked without so much as a naysay and fooling her workmates was
going to be interesting to say the least. Terri would go back to being a guy
eventually; it was just the chance to get things out of her system first.
“Hey wakey wakey, you’ll be late if you stand there like a
statue,” Diane chided her, dragging Terri from her reverie.
By the time she’d got dressed, had her hair fussed over by
Diane, makeup on and accessorized, she only had time for a quick bite to eat,
if she wasn’t going to be late. She wondered if it was worth all the hassle,
and was glad she wasn’t stuck doing this everyday. She chuckled as she took
her half finished cup of coffee out to the car. Here she was, not even a day
in a woman’s body and she had already started to complain about it. One thing
for sure, it made her appreciate the time Diane took to look her best.
Driving in heels nearly cost her the car, as the heel
caught between the accelerator pedal and the bulkhead, causing her to speed
dangerously while trying to get her foot free. She managed to stop by jamming
in the brake with her other foot, stalling the engine. Once the shoe was
dislodged, she continued on barefoot, glad no one had been hurt. Funnily
enough, she wasn’t worried about a cop pulling her over for dangerous driving.
Her driver’s license now showed her as being female and Terry was now spelt
Terri. She didn’t like driving in her pantyhose covered feet as the surface of
the pedals felt much rougher on her now much more tender feet.
Arriving at work was different. Instead of the usual
mumbled greetings from her fellow workers, she found herself the center of
attention, as she was the only female there. She even had a cup of coffee
brought to her desk by her boss, something unheard off when she’d been Terry.
She could see that being an attractive woman in a male dominated office could
have its perks. But some of the attention wasn’t exactly welcome and she
quickly grew tired of it.
Most of it was computer related. People she’d barely
spoken to before were coming to see if she needed software updates, as if she
couldn’t do it herself. As one of the company’s top troubleshooters, she’d
usually been asked to help some of the lesser talented with problems. But
today she found herself swamped with requests for help. As she leaned over the
shoulder of one of those claiming to be stuck, she realised too late what they
were really after. As the problem turned out to be a minor thing, something
the guy should have been able to do blindfolded, she twigged to the fact that
he was looking more at her than at the screen.
She blushed and stood up firing a look at the guy in
question that would liquefy air. She stalked off back to her seat having
strange feelings fill her body. Anger, shame, guilt, were all mixed in with a
hint of pride warring with each other in a seething cauldron of emotional complexity.
That was the trouble, being a woman for only a few hours;
she didn’t have any experience with interactions with guys, and therefore had
fallen headlong into the trap of becoming nothing, but an object of sexual
gratification. She felt as if she was being violated in some obscure manner and
realised there was only one thing to do. She fobbed off the next requests for
help and as people realised she wasn’t going to come at their every whim, and
when things settled down, she went into the toilets. There, she took out her
hair clip and used some makeup wipes and removed all her makeup.
This had the effect of bringing her male head back into
being as Terri became a feminized Terry. He knew it was a risk, but he got a
strange feeling, knowing that if they lusted after his body now, it would while
knowing he was really a guy; at least he hoped that would be the situation.
He returned to his desk feeling nervous, as his heels
seemed to be shouting out with every click. “Look at the guy in a dress and
heels.” To his relief, no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary.
Back at his desk, he felt somewhat less concerned about it all. His boss came
by and even complimented him on his dress, without blinking an eye, seeming not
to realise how strange that comment should have been. Terry sighed in relief
at being treated normally despite his inappropriate attire. Even so, he was
still distracted enough that he didn’t spot the problem on his screen till
after he’d run several other checks.
Someone had broken into his personal files and had got
past the layers of encryption he used as a matter of form. Whoever it was, had
been very good, in terms of hacking past his security, almost super natural in
fact, knowing just how impossible that should have been. But luckily they’d
lacked the same finesse when trying to leave untraceably.
A bit of software, he’d developed, had latched onto the
intruder like a leech, and was showing a trail back to the source of the
hackers. Checking the time, he was relieved that it had happened while he was
Terry and not Terri. That made him feel somewhat better as he didn’t want
anyone looking at Terri’s personal info.
The trail led to a company that Terry had done some work
for several weeks earlier. He had flown east and stayed for three days while
he worked on a specific problem they’d had. They had hired him because he was
one of he best and held a high security clearance, when he worked with the
government.
The company was developing Bioware, which dealt with
implantation techniques of computer chips for humans. He had helped them get
past a stumbling block in the human computer interface for which the solution
was some programming routines he had come up with. Of course they’d paid him
handsomely, that’s why it made little sense for them to have hacked into
Terry’s computer, when he, as Terry, could have offered what they wanted
without all the mystery. If this was some twisted way to find out more about
him if they were interested in employing Terry on a full time basis, then it
was a poor way of doing it.
He looked deeper into their systems, via the access
granted by his leech program. Avoiding the pitfalls of their somewhat second
rate security, he delved into anything that might prove a motive for their
attack. Not really knowing what he was looking for, he accessed their
personnel records and was suddenly struck by something odd. Several people
he’d worked for during the time Terry was with the company, were now no longer
employed there. In fact, records showed that their wages had been terminated.
With no payouts at all, no accrued leave or sickness benefits paid, as they
would have if they had left the company. And there were no records of them
being fired or laid off for any reason. It was as if they had just disappeared
and the company had cut them off completely.
Payments had ended a week ago, just a day after a new CEO
had been appointed. And again, there was no mention of the old CEO or any
payouts being made. The people Terry had worked with had been essential
personnel, involved in the breakthrough of the Bioware innovation.
Something wasn’t right. Surely the new CEO had something
to do with it. Nothing else made sense otherwise. He looked further, trying
to find out more about the old CEO. There wasn’t much info on him and he
suspected that there’d been some house cleaning done in the records.
Luckily, he knew his name and where he lived from
conversations he’d had with him. He soon had the guy’s home phone number and
tried ringing it. There was no answer and Terry finally hung up. Terry then
rang Kevin, the guy he’d stayed with, while working for the Bioware Company.
No answer there either. Terry was now becoming worried, and needed to go find
the man and get some kind of answer. On a hunch, he checked other employee’s
records and in the last week, he found that more than a dozen workers had been
dismissed in the development section of the company.
Terry knew he needed a good excuse to get a few days off
without any questions. So he went back into the toilets to become Terri again.
“I don’t feel well, I think I need to see my Gyno,” Terri
told her boss, hoping the mention of that particular kind of doctor would
forestall any further questions.
“Okay Terri, I hope everything’s okay and I’ll see you
tomorrow hopefully,” replied her boss, falling for the excuse.
“Byeee,” she flipped over her shoulder as she left the
office.
‘It worked,’ she rejoiced, as she gathered her coat and
bag. Returning home, she changed back into Terry and left a note at home for
Diane, Terry packed a few clothes together, plus a few things of Diane’s, which
might come in handy. It had been necessary for Terry to return so that he
could be sure he had some of Diane’s clothes and not his femmed over ones. He
debated whether to go as a female or male, deciding to stay male for his
superior strength in case of trouble.
The flight east took 3 hours, not including delays at the
airport. He rented a car and drove directly to the address of the CEO. His
need to find out what was up was more important than finding a place to stay.
The place seemed empty when he arrived, although he knew
there should be a wife and two kids presumably living there. He knocked on the
door, holding a bunch of flowers he’d picked up on the drive from the airport.
It was his excuse to visit, as he was going to say he was in the area and had
heard of his demotion. (A polite way of saying being tossed out).
Nobody answered his knock. In fact, the front door was
ajar which looked all the more suspicious. He nudged the door open with his
foot, being careful not to touch any surface where he might leave his prints.
He’d seen all the movies and wasn’t about to be caught holding the smoking gun,
if it turned out to be that serious.
He stepped inside calling out at the same time, but only
silence answered him. There was an odd smell in the air, musty with a
sulphurous taint to it. He moved quietly through the house till he came across
the first body. He soon found two others that left him ready to puke. Only
those three were there, no others. If this is what was left of the wife and
her two children, then he didn’t think he’d be getting any answers from the
husband. He left quickly; remembering to take the flowers with him, breathing
in their scent to try rid himself of the memory of the smell inside and what it
represented.
He managed to drive a mile down the road before he was
forced to stop near a small park, where he quickly emptied his stomach
contents. Seeing the shrunken mummified bodies of the family in his mind
again, he knew they had died from no earthly form of attack.
He wondered if this had to do with the forces of evil that
he’d been told about when he’d his wish granted. As far as he knew, the
Bioware just had to do with medical uses in the body. Kevin, the man he’d
worked closely with, hadn’t been very forth coming, only showing the two
interface types, without a lot of back ground detail. Maybe he’d just assumed
it was for that, and Kevin hadn’t disabused him of the notion, when he’d asked.
Was there a more sinister use for it, or was there some other reason? Maybe
someone got wind of the breakthrough and decided to take over the project.
Maybe they were eliminating all the people directly involved with it. He knew
that was a lot of maybes, but he just had to know.
He got back into his rental and drove to Kevin’s place
where he’d stayed while on the job. Kevin was single and had offered to let
Terry to stay there instead of a hotel.
No one responded to his knock and unlike the CEO’s place,
the door was locked. Terry hoped the spare key was still in its usual hidey
hole, having used it before when arriving there before Kevin finished his
shift. It was, and soon Terry was inside, looking around carefully. No
strange smells or dead bodies were to be found, although there was evidence
that the place had been empty for a few days. Terry wondered if it was safe to
crash there for the night, as it was getting late and his stomach was
rumbling. Chancing it, he decided to stay. After all, whoever was behind this
must know Kevin was single, just as they knew that the CEO had a family.
Terry pottered around in the kitchen, making up an easy
meal from some rice with a few other things thrown in. Later as he sat down to
eat, he thought about Kevin and what had happened to him. Maybe they had been
eliminated while at work, or maybe they had become victims of their own
research, and were now weird zombie like creatures.
He tidied up after the meal and headed for the shower, to
wash off the usual stickiness that comes after long journeys. He donned a
nightie he’d borrowed from Diane, but didn’t go any further than that. He went
into the guest bedroom where he’d stayed before and played with his nipples,
till he grew moist, then he pleasured himself down lower till he’d orgasmed
several times.
“What am I doing?” he said out loud, feeling disgusted
with himself. ‘People I know could be dead, with me next, and Diane might be
in danger too,’ he thought angrily to himself. ‘Here I am, a crossdresser
whacking off half the across the country in someone else’s house while trying
to play detective with the ungodly.’
Terry cleaned himself up, and got out his laptop, plugging
it into the LAN, Kevin had set up last time. While accessing his work
computer, he rang Diane. He told her to leave the house and go stay at friends
until he contacted her again. When she asked what this was all about, he just
told her about the incursion into his files and that her life could be in danger.
“Well if you are going to be away for a few days, I’ll go
stay with Anita. That way we can drive into work together,” Diane suggested.
“Okay, Bye love, I’ll keep in touch,” Terry finished,
getting a “take care and I love you,” from Diane before he rang off.
Checking his computer, he checked the report he’d made on
the Bioware job. He checked when it had been accessed last and found that the
time and date coincided with the time his files were broken into. Looking at
the report itself, he breathed a sigh of relief. It mentioned what he’d done
and that he’d made no comment on its possible uses, just saying that the brain
analogue to digital interface required…followed by the programming steps he’d
taken. He took heart that they hadn’t tried to erase the file, which could
mean that they didn’t consider it a threat. Hopefully that meant he and Diane
weren’t in danger, but he wouldn’t get over confident just yet, especially as
they had already resorted to murder.
Shit I’m overlooking something important he realised, as
he shut down his computer. Maybe Kevin has some info about the project on his
own computer. He wandered into Kevin’s bedroom and sat at the computer desk in
there. He turned on the computer and entered the bios with an f8, changing the
boot sequence, from A, C, D to D, C, A. He then rebooted after putting in a
special CD-ROM he’d brought along. The program on the CD fooled the computer
into thinking there was no password required.
Gaining access to the computer, Terry started searching
for information. Most of it seemed the usual stuff you’d find on a computer,
games, music and stuff. The only thing that caught his eye was a file called
H.A.D.E.S. He soon found out the acronym stood for Human Analogue Digital
Enhancement Systems, which seemed appropriate given the idea, but the word
Hades sent shivers down his neck. The file didn’t contain what he’d expected,
that is information relating to the project. No it was more of a diary on
Kevin’s thoughts about it.
Apparently, the company designed and produced products
destined for the medical industry, when they were approached by another company
to develop Bioware. HADES as this new customer was called footed the bill, but
used the expertise and the machinery of the other to make it happen. Kevin was
all for it, until the uses to which it was going to be put were changed.
Skimming though the diary, Terry saw that from originally
being used to control pain or enhance motor skills, the Bioware was now able to
control the brain itself. The last entry from Kevin stated that the Hades
people were doing clandestine testing on human subjects already. Kevin had
gone back after everyone had gone home because he’d remembered he’d left his
discs out on his desk. He found others working in a lab with what looked like
a zombie. He wasn’t spotted and he’d left quietly, after ringing his superior
and letting him know. The last words in the diary were. The CEO rang me back,
looks like the shit has hit the fan. Why do I feel edgy?
It was dated the day before both he and the CEO
disappeared.
‘Obviously he had good reason to be edgy,’ thought Terry.
‘He probably came to an untimely end along with his boss the next day.’ Terry
didn’t know what to do. Should he call the cops and tell them his suspicions?
At least the bodies would make a good argument to start an investigation.
Terry took a copy of the diary and stored it in a USB micro drive he kept on
his keychain. He then disconnected Kevin’s computer from the Internet, so it
couldn’t be attacked that way. Before he logged out, he changed the password
to one of his own, just in case.
He went back to try and get some sleep, deciding to call
the police anonymously at the airport just before his flight home. He could do
no good here, he wasn’t qualified to investigate further and although not a
coward by any means, this situation scared him.
“Yes and don’t forget, the password to the computer is
biblical,” Terry stressed as he finished his somewhat harried conversation to
the police.
Terry hung up the airport phone, half expecting to be
approached by police as they traced his call. He’d been careful not the
mention the dead family till late in the conversation to give him more time.
He’d just said he was a colleague of theirs and that they had vanished without
a trace. He’d mentioned what was on Kevin’s computer, and his suspicions. He’d
then mentioned going to the CEO’s home and finding the bodies there. At that
point, the officer grew much more attentive and started asking more detailed
questions. Terry answered as best he could, but refused to give his name or
location. He’d cut short the conversation before they could get a trace on
him, hopefully.
He arrived home in time for lunch and as no one was home,
decided to take the rest of the day off. He’d rung work and told them,
wondering what reason they thought he’d told them yesterday, seeing as the Gyno
one wouldn’t stand up as he was in Terry mode. He laughed as he hung up, his
Gyno problem having changed to flu, as his boss told him to take it easy.
He knew he shouldn’t be wasting time on his kink, but he
needed to experiment more, plus he need a welcome distraction. Deciding to
become Terri again, he stripped off and donned a nightie, becoming female again
from neck to toes. Then it was makeup time complete with hair clips to finish
the look. She was glad that she’d added stuff that made them look nice in the
wish, as it might have been a problem otherwise.
One more test had to be done before she ventured out. She
stripped off the nightie, while willing her shape to remain as it was. She then
went and admired her naked and very female body in the mirror, using her hands
to check every inch. What a rush, but pity he couldn’t get a hard on without
sacrificing the hips, if she’d kept a pair of Terry’s jockeys on under the
nightie. Terri wondered if she could selectively return just parts of her body
back to male without changing everything back. Concentrating, on her penis,
she willed it back, while trying to retain her womanly shaped hips. She succeeded
to a point, producing just a penis which seemed to pop out just where her
vagina had been a second before. The rest of the dangly bits failed to appear,
which made it look like she had a realistic dildo sticking out rather than
having a real penis.
Deciding not to push her luck at this stage, she left it
that way, deciding to pleasure herself while looking at her image in the
mirror. When things came to a head shortly after, she found the orgasm to be
different. There was no ejaculate, probably because the reservoirs were
absent, so the primary pulse of ecstasy was missing, but felt great in another
way lesser pulses lasting much longer than normal.
Not having to clean up afterward was a bonus when she
started to get dressed. She paused before putting on her panties, knowing her
penis would vanish again, but deciding against making a mess looking for her
old protective sports cup hidden somewhere in the depths of her closet.
‘Oh poo!’ She thought, realizing it wouldn’t be there
anyway, having transformed into something feminine along with all Terry’s male
clothes.
It wasn’t long before she was dressed and ready to go out
shopping for some clothes that would fit her current body in the local mall.
Having read the labels on the clothes she was currently
wearing, she knew what sizes to start looking at, when she reached the mall.
Browsing amongst the racks of clothing she’d only ever dreamt of doing was a
big thrill. Knowing that she couldn’t be outed, didn’t lessen the excitement
she felt.
She picked several outfits, one being the proverbial
little black dress and took them to the fitting room. Once there, she took off
her top and skirt, while thinking of keeping her current form for a minute or
so. Slipping into the form fitting LBD she just managed to get the zipper
fastened all the way up. It was probably too tight for her, but she loved the
satin imprisonment of it as it hugged her every curve. She admired herself in
the mirror for a few minutes, before realizing that she hadn’t reverted and
exploded the dress off her body. Still, wearing the bra and panties would have
limited the return of most of Terry’s body but her male waist would have split
the dress apart. Realizing what a risk she’d taken while in the shop, she
changed back and put the dress back where it came from. Deciding not to buy
anything then and there, she put the other dress back as well, thinking it
would be better if Diane bought the dresses, then she’d know she’d fit them
perfectly.
Although Terri hadn’t bought anything, she’d learned
several important facts. After using Diane’s clothes to become female, she
could maintain that form even if clothed in dresses Diane hadn’t bought herself
and that Terri’s body remained the same size regardless of what sized clothes
she tried to wear in the shop. There was one more test Terri would have liked
to do, but it could wait till Diane came home.
Thinking about how she might need some defense against
this evil foe from below, should it show, Terri went looking for some crosses
made of silver. She thought the ones in the jewelers looked too small and the
prices way too high, so she wandered further and came across a curio shop that
sold second hand goods. There, she found what she wanted; two silver crosses,
each about 3 inches in length, made to fit a chain. She hoped Diane would
consent to wear one, even if she wasn’t deeply religious. Although larger than
one would expect to wear around the neck, because they weren’t very thick, they
were not too heavy to wear. The gypsy like proprietor told her solemnly that
they were old Romany heirlooms that would protect her when she needed it.
Terri looked at her, when she said that, wondering if she somehow knew things
she wasn’t saying. She certainly looked like someone with knowledge of the old
ways.
As Terri handed over the money for the crosses, the woman
snatched her hand, turning it palm up. Managing to stop the reflex to pull her
hand free, Terri saw that the woman was examining her lifeline.
“This is very interesting. You have a double lifeline.
See the two lines that join, then separate?” She pointed to the lines on
Terri’s palm. “I sensed something different about you, that why I didn’t sell
you the usual fake rubbish as I might have done.”
Terri was shocked, thinking she’d rumbled to the fact that
she was a guy underneath this attractive feminine form. Her next words however
put her fears of discovery on hold.
“You will be fighting the dark forces soon and will
require a weapon to aid you,” she added, releasing her hand and moving to the
rear of the shop. “Wait here, I won’t be long,” she told her, as she went into
the privacy of her office.
Terri waited, wondering what the woman was getting,
hopefully a hellfire missile launcher or a devil fragmentation grenade. What
she did return with was slightly less lethal looking, although the dagger
didn’t look particularly sharp.
“This is an Athame a ceremonial dagger used in occult
matters and this,” lifting a small bottle from her pocket, “is holy water.”
“Holy water?” Terri questioned, looking at the somewhat
dusty bottle with a doubtful look.
“This dear is no ordinary holy water. This has been
passed on for generations. It was blessed by the pope in the sixteenth
century.”
“Will that still work? I mean, wouldn’t it be better with
a fresh lot? Terri asked looking doubtfully at the dusty bottle.
“NO!” The lady hissed, moving to close and lock the door
to the shop and putting up the closed sign. “Once blessed, it is forever
blessed, whether you use a drop or the whole bottle. It contains a part of
God’s spirit in it and it will never diminish,” she added fervently. “In the
time that this water was blessed, many demons were thought to roam the land and
the Popes of the day took account of that when they consecrated the water.
Trust me, this is more powerful than the strongest acid, yet it leaves the skin
unharmed.”
Terri turned to the dagger picking it up and checking the
blade with her thumb. Although ornate, the double-edged weapon was barely as
sharp as a letter opener.
“It isn’t very sharp?” Terri questioned the woman.
The woman sighed. “You don’t know much about Athame’s do
you?” She asked, expecting the shake of Terri’s head. “Come, sit down with me
and I’ll explain, then you can tell me your story.” The woman said, taking
Terri’s hand and guiding her into the back of the store.
Terri was surprised to see that the woman’s store had
another entrance that faced to the street outside the mall. The store was
divided in half. One half housing the curio shop had its entrance on the
inside of the mall, while the other half faced the outside of the mall and
looked like a fortunetellers den. No wonder she knew about the occult, she
obviously ran two businesses, one during mall hours and one outside those
hours. While Terri looked at the small table with a shrouded lump on it and at
all the other mystical paraphernalia that one would expect in a place like
this, the woman’s busied herself, making tea for them both.
“I didn’t know there were fortunetellers left in the
city,” Terri commented, as she took the proffered cup of tea.
“Oh there are still a few of us around, but we have to
diversify to survive now,” the woman replied, indicating the door leading to
the curio shop.
The woman, who said her name was Rose, took Terri’s hands
again and examined them. “It’s strange, but when I touched you earlier, I felt
the need to aid you. I sense that you are about to encounter great evil and
you need protection.”
“Do I use the Athame to kill my enemy?” Terri asked
worriedly.
“No, the Athame is never used for cutting things like
meat, thread, plants or anything else considered a solid object on this plane.
Use of this blade for self defense will make it null and void for any magical
use again.”
“Then what use is it?” Terri asked.
“We consider the Athame to be a tool of center, of self,
of evocation and banishing. The Athame is the tool wielded of one's own will,
thoughts, emotions, and intuition, over all of the Elements.”
“So how do I use it?”
“First you will explain why I get a strong sense of the
yang mixed with the ying of your spirit, and then I’ll decide if I’ll help
you.”
Terri sighed, dreading this moment, even knowing that it
had to be done least she fail at her task. She told Rose everything, baring
her soul to this stranger. She even offered to prove it by changing back to
Terry, but Rose waved that off, seemingly content to take her word for it.
When Terri had finished, she felt drained, and wondered what Rose had made of
all of it.
“It seems to me that you haven’t explored this reality
enough. If what you say is correct. It may be possible that those people are
not dead yet.” Rose conjectured, shocking Terri into a state of confusion.
“But I saw…”
“In Terry’s reality yes, but in this reality where you are
female, they could be alive. Do you have memories of staying with Kevin, while
you were Terri?” Asked Rose, looking at her questioningly. “Did you check
even once while you were Terri?
“NO BUT…”
“You were convinced that the changes in reality only
affected those around you.” Rose butted in. “I think you are correct as far as
the small body changes, but when you become fully female or mostly female in
that people refer to you in the feminine, I think reality as a whole changes.
I feel a shadow of evil linked to you, but I don’t sense one in the here and
now, only the potential of one which could be linked to that of your male
self.”
Rose sat back with a smile on her face, while Terri
digested this possibility.
“But if I didn’t help Kevin make the breakthrough, then
that other company might not have shown its hand yet. What I don’t get, is why
they didn’t ask Terri to help in this reality. I’m still the best person to
come up with a solution for them.”
“Think back to the day you went to the office as Terri.
Did they treat you different from Terry?” asked Rose knowingly.
“Yes they did,” Terri answered thinking back.
“Did they take you seriously like they would of Terry?”
“Of cour…um…oh, I see what you mean. No they didn’t,”
Terri’s voice hardened getting angry as she thought back for being taken as eye
candy. I guess I was a joke,” she sighed.
“Don’t be too hard on yourself, becoming female, may have
saved lives,” comforted Rose.
Terri got out her cell phone and made a quick call to the
company where Kevin worked. She asked if she could speak to Kevin Spencer.
Once connected, she hung up after Kevin asked who was calling.
“He’s still alive, and I bet the CEO and his family are
alive as well,” Terri laughed feeling relieved.
“You know what this means, don’t you?”
“What?”
You’ll have to destroy the evil in this reality, while
you’re female, while everyone is still alive.” Rose stated solemnly.
“How? I mean if I haven’t helped the company yet and it
doesn’t look like I’ll be getting the opportunity to, the breakthrough might
not occur and H.A.D.E.S won’t show its hand. Can’t I just stay like this and
it won’t happen, even if it means being female full time?”
“That’s your decision of course, but I don’t think
something like Hades will just go away, do you? It may be delayed, but in the
end it will come to the same end,” Rose replied, answering Terri’s last
question first. “It does however; give us some time to prepare, before you
email the solution to the problem.
“Prepare, how? I’m physically weaker in this reality than
the other and no matter how strong I get, it’s still me against a demon. I
might as well prepare for getting killed, or whatever it is demons do to
humans,” wailed a despondent Terri.
“SLAPP!!”
“Ouch…that hurt,” moaned Terri, as she rubbed a hand over
the cheek where Rose had slapped her.
“Stop complaining, with that kind of attitude you are
beaten before we start. Remember demons go for any weakness that shows. You
need to be positive and project every confidence in your ability to defeat it.
Besides who said you had to face it alone, I’ll be helping even if it’s you
that ultimately faces it, first thing we need to do is attune the athame to
you. There is a special ritual that will consecrate it and bind it to your and
make it an extension of your own true self.”
“How long will this take?” Terri asked.
Rose went and looked at the calendar, before answering.
“It’s the full moon this Friday, that gives us a day
before the ritual starts, then we need another 7 days after that.”
“Friday is 4 days away, why only a day before we start?”
Terri asked, thinking these sorts of things were done on the full moon.
“The ceremony starts 3 days before the full moon, but
there are a few things we need to get first, some I have, one I need to get,
plus I’ll need to coach you on how to perform it and you need to choose a name
for the blade once we begin.”
Rose could see the doubt in Terri’s eyes as to how
important all this was. She sighed knowing just what was at stake for this unique
individual, whose life crossed many realities. Rose grasped Terri’s hands and
looked into her eyes.
This is a very real ritual. It will bind the blade to you
and give you the power to banish evil. Without doing this, we might as well
just wave a plastic spoon around for all the good it would do.”
“Okay, I think I’m starting to believe you,” Terri
admitted, seeing how earnest Rose was in her beliefs.
So it began. Leaving Terri to read over the ritual from
an old weathered tome that had seen better days, Rose left to get what she
called Solomon’s Seal incense and juice of pimpernel. While she was gone,
Terri rang Diane to say she’d be back home in a couple of days. When Terri
rang work and explained she’d need a few more days off, she was disappointed,
but not surprised to find out that her absence seemed to make little difference
in the running of the business, another sign of her relatively new, low
importance to the firm. She sighed, hanging up the phone, hating how she’d
gone from top dog to lap dog in one easy sex change payment. ‘But at least I
get the steak knives,’ she smiled wryly, thinking of that TV ad, as she held
the Athame in her hand.
Rose came back an hour later. She shut the shop and
followed Terri to her car. They drove to Rose’s home a few blocks away, where
Rose told Terri to meet her in there, first thing in the morning.
Terri went home to an empty apartment, which seemed
deathly quiet without Diane bustling around in it. She hoped it wasn’t an omen
of what was in store for the future. There seemed no point in returning to
Terry mode, so she spent an uncomfortable night adjusting to sleeping with
breasts.
The next day at Roses place, Terri got into an old faded
blue Buick that had seen better days. Despite its outward appearance, it ran
reasonably well, as Rose drove them out to a spot in the country, which was
supposedly a powerful and significant place in the universe. It had obviously
been used before as Terri observed the cleared circle amongst the boulders of
the hilly mountainside. The cardinal points of the compass were marked out and
Terri helped bring the brazier to the south cardinal point of the circle where
it was lit.
The ritual took several hours as the Athame was brought
out to the light of day from the black cloth it was wrapped in. it was washed,
as if washing new metal from the earth and as thanks to the earth. Terri then
carried it to the east point, where it was smudged with smoke from the incense
and a feather. There, Terri meditated on the blades purpose tuning it with the
reason of self and its use. Anointing it with oils from her skin from haft to
tip, she visualized it being formed into the shape it should be designed for.
Then she carried the blade to the brazier and heated the blade, tempering it in
the cup of pimpernel juice three times. She pierced a finger with a needle and
let a drop of her own blood drip onto the blade letting it slide down the blade
to the tip and then into the brazier. She meditated on making the blade hers.
“Blade of steel I conjure thee. To ban all things as named
by me, and as my words, SO MOTE IT BE.” Terri chanted several times.
The blade was then carried to the west and bathed in a
basin of water and anointed with her saliva to help form the emotional bond one
chooses to form with the Athame. Terri then took it to the north and rubbed
the blade from haft to tip with a magnet while chanting:
“Blade of steel I conjure thee, to attract all things as
named by be, and as my words, SO MOTE IT BE.”
Terri then buried the blade in an earth filled basin to
rest as dead to be reborn seven days later.
Terri than spoke these words over the buried blade.
“Thee of Air, Fire, Water, and Earth, made as mine. My
will though thee, mastering all elements. My servant.”
Rose took Terri back home, leaving the blade buried there,
till they returned seven days later.
Before Terri could leave Rose’s home, she asked a curious
question, one Terri had no answer for.
“I never asked Diane what our relationship was while I was
fully female, I just assumed she was now a lesbian. My driver’s license has
the same name on it except for the i where there used to be a y on my first
name.” Here Terri took out her license and showed it to Rose.
“Were you 27 years old before?” Rose asked, handing it
back.
“Yeah,’ Terri replied uncertainly, checking the year of
birth more closely. “I would be 28 in June next month,” she added, seeing the
same year of birth on the license.
“Next month is May, not June,” Rose corrected.
“But today…”
“Today is the 25th of April.”
Terri realised she had gained a month in this reality, no
wonder Kevin was still around and kicking. The events that led to the death of
the CEO’s family hadn’t had time to occur yet. Thinking back to when she
discovered being hacked, she realised how close it had been to have gone
undiscovered. She had gone to work as Terri and had she not changed back to
Terry after struggling to cope with the unwanted attention of her fellow
workers, there would have been no sign of the break in due to the time
difference. She told Rose of the discrepancy in the timeline, to which she
nodded.
“That makes sense in a way and when you defeat it here,
you should be able to go back to being Terry without worrying about people
dying. By ridding it in the past in terms of your original reality, those
events will be erased…I hope.”
“I hope so too, being female is fine, but it was never my
intention of remaining one for the rest of my life,” Terri concurred.
“Are you sure that you’re a real female… I mean, maybe you
might have had a sex change,” Rose proposed. Seeing Terri bridle at the
assumption, she quickly explained further. “I’m not saying you’re not truly
female, but I’m saying there could be other reasons why you and Diane are
lovers; at least I assume that would be so from what you told me that first
night. Maybe you were married before you had a sex change and she still wants to
be with you, I’m just stating a possibility. You’ll need to ask her about it.
She calls you Terri, but you don’t know if she’s saying that with a y or an i.”
“Hmmm, I see you’re point. If I became a shemale with
most of my obvious appearance portrayed as a female, it’s possible I could have
started to transition.”
“Or it might be the result of a genetic disorder, like
hermaphroditism or whatever they call it. In either case, she might just be
accepting that you were once a man that’s gone though some unusual changes,
whether it’s natural or deliberate.” Rose speculated.
“True,” Terri accepted the idea thoughtfully. “I’ll have
to find out when I see her next.”
Terri went back to the apartment and then left a message
for Diane to say she was home. She was reluctant to change back to Terry in
case it upset the ritual with the Athame in this reality. Better to stay here
where she knew no demon from beyond was after her or Diane. While she had the
chance alone, she undressed herself in the bathroom and checked her lower
region out using a hand mirror. As far as she could tell, everything looked
similar to what she had seen on Diane when she’d gone down on her as Terry. At
least that answered one question, she was female.
Checking out the bedroom, she found a strange contraption
in one of Diane's dresser drawers. It looked like a double dildo that had two
soft rings in the middle that would rest up against the two bodies using it.
Terri found that when the two rings on the dildo were pressed against each other,
as would happen when the bodies were in close contact, the dildo woke up
vibrating softly in her hands.
Being curious and still naked from her earlier
examination, Terri decided to experiment, (in the name of science of course).
She found it easy to insert, but felt the oddness of being the invaded instead
of being the invader. Her breath caught, as she brushed her clitoris on the
way in. It was different, but the same as the excitement built. Once fully
in, she pressed against the ring. Bliss…she woke languidly, some time later
having reached nirvana several times in succession.
Looking at the time, she reluctantly went and showered,
knowing Diane should be coming home soon. She managed to remember to retain her
current shape for the length of time for the shower so she didn’t revert into
Terry. Cleaned and dressed again, she started dinner cooking, while she
thought of the pleasure she’d had in the bedroom.
It had been weird looking at something familiar sticking
out of her groin and although she was gripping it in her hand like Terry used
to do, the sensations were coming not from what was visible, but deeper, from
what was not. It was a very peculiar sensation that messed with her male mind.
Terri really wasn’t sure how Diane would react on seeing
her home again, not having greeted her as a woman before. Would she expect a
kiss as when Terri had said goodbye on her way to work the other day, or would
she expect something more? Terri decided a hug and a kiss as normal couldn’t
go too wrong and anything else would have to be played by ear.
When Terri heard Diane pull up in the driveway, she
quickly checked her appearance in the hall mirror, before opening the front
door. It took a few seconds to realise what she’d done, but her thoughts that
she’d gained a bit more than just a female body, were suddenly interrupted by
Diane grabbing her in a hug and laying a humdinger on her lips. So much for
worrying about Diane’s reaction, it seemed she needn’t have worried, as Diane
waved a shopping bag in front of Terri’s face.
“Wait till you see what I bought you,” Diane burbled
happily, as they went inside.
‘Oh boy,’ thought Terri, as Diane headed for the bedroom,
sucking Terri along in her wake. Once there, Diane started disrobing and Terri
wondered if sex was to follow. The light dawned as Terri watched Diane put on
some more casual clothes after taking her uniform off. He was so concerned
about the sex thing that she’d completely misread Diane’s usual practice of
changing her work clothes.
“What’s with you? You usually have the bag open and are
starting to try my presents on by now,” Diane asked, looking curiously at Terri
just standing there.
“Sorry, I was just thinking how gorgeous you looked,”
Terri adlibbed.
“You can jump my bones later, I wanna see you in this,”
Diane laughed, holding up the contents of the shopping bag.
Terri grinned, her anxiety distracted with the thought of
wearing the black satin teddy, which Diane was holding up triumphantly.
If it wasn’t for some quick thinking on Diane’s part,
dinner would have burned, as she nipped out and turned it down, while Terri was
getting changed. Dinner was the last thing on Terri’s mind once Diane saw her
in the teddy. No, she was soon concerned in eating out than dinning in.
“I shouldn’t have bothered changing,” laughed Diane, as
she shed her so recently donned clothes.
“You should have expected that, seeing what you got me to
wear,” mumbled Terri, nuzzling Diane’s ear.
Eating out came as no surprise to Terri, having done it
before as a guy, but being eaten out was another matter as other points came
into play as they 69’d each other. Nobody bothered to count the score as the
points rose and hardened, and the play continued. Finally, with several
touchdowns on both sides, they lay together catching their breath.
“Remember how we met?” Terri asked Diane, wondering and
hoping she wasn’t making a mistake doing so.
“Do I ever?” Diane giggled. “You turned my world upside
down, when I first saw you in the hospital. There I was, doing my rounds when
you walked into my life, or rather were wheeled into it.” Diane reminisced. “I
remember the fuss you made when we had to cut open your leotards to look at
your leg,” Diane went on, poking Terri in the ribs.
Terri was partly relieved that this reality followed
Terry’s fairly closely, apart from the leotards part. Terry had been wearing
shorts when he’d fallen awkwardly off the gym equipment he’d been using,
breaking his leg. She could see that wearing leotards would be appropriate
apparel for a female in a similar situation. Still, the burning question
remained. ‘Is Diane a lesbian?’
“I know it was love at first sight for me,” prodded Terri,
turning to watch Diane’s face for her reaction.
“I must admit that I felt an attraction for you that
surprised me,” Diane offered in return. “I guess it surprised me that my
sexuality was in question. It never struck me that I was a lesbian till I met
you. I guess I was too career orientated to form close sexual relationships,
and I had no idea.”
Terri had her answer, but suspected that her new abilities
to change reality were to blame for Diane’s new sexual orientation, rather than
something that Diane had been unaware of. Sleep finally interrupted Terri’s
thoughts as she surrendered to the quiet oblivion of dreamland.
The next morning, Terri went to work, determined not to
let her co-workers get under her skin. One thing she realised as she’d got
dressed that morning was the effort Diane took to look nice. Having to go
through the same rigmarole herself, gave Terri a new appreciation of Diane’s
efforts.
At least no-one asked her about her illness, which could
have been awkward to say the least, as she would have had no idea what to say.
However, just as Terry was reluctant to ask Diane about her visits to the
gynecologist, she guessed the others at work would rather not know the gory
details.
Terri started working on a solution that she could present
to the Bioware Company for their upcoming problem. Not only that, she had
figure a way to attract their attention, but in a way that wouldn’t jeopardize
her safety or Diane’s.
Terri agonized over whether to tell Diane about the wish
she’d made. When she decided she would, she found it enormously difficult to
get up the courage. Terry had never found the courage to tell Diane either and
that was just about him and his penchant for feminine fripperies. This went
much further, with far more serious repercussions. What Terry had caused with
his wish had now affected Diane and her sexuality. Her only saving grace was
that by becoming Terri, she could save many lives. She hoped it would be
enough, as she psyched herself up.
The next day, fortified by several glasses of wine, Terri
told Diane she had something serious to tell her.
“Diane, you know I love you, but…” Terri started,
launching headlong into her story.
Diane listened, not interrupting, her eyes widening, the
only reaction, as the twisted tale unfolded.
“So you see, you’re not really a lesbian and I’m not
really female,” Terri finished, waiting for the disgust and anger that was
surely to follow.
“Only according to you,” Diane opened with. “I guess you
don’t have any proof of all this?” She added, sounding remarkably calm.
“Nothing I can prove I guess, if I tried any partial
change, it would probably just seem normal to you and you wouldn’t notice
anything different about me,” Terri explained.
“Is the Diane in the other Terry’s reality prettier than
me?” Diane asked, seemingly more interested in that, than the fact that Terri
was really a man, and a cross dresser to boot.
“That’s just it, there’s no difference except the way we
interact as a lesbian couple,” Terri assured her.
“Come on, let’s try something small. Maybe if I
concentrate on you, I could see some change.”
Okay, but I don’t think it will work,” warned Terri, as
she yielded to Diane’s insistence.