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	Colleen



	by "Allissa"



	It was raining softly when I got off the train in Dublin.  This

was the end of my journey, or so I thought.  I had traveled from

America to Dublin upon receiving word that my great aunt Maureen had

passed on.  She had be

en a legend in my family as she was the only one in our family that had

refused to emigrate to America 20 years ago.  She insisted upon staying

in Ireland and living in the family estate alone; no one knew why.

	Now, as I made my way to the Central, I thought about what a

beautiful woman she had been.  I had seen pictures of her when she was

younger, and she was the epitome of Irish beauty--red hair, green eyes,

pale skin and sm

all frame.  I myself on the other hand was the product of the American

Melting Pot with black hair, brown eyes and olive complexion.  My

mother had married a Sicilian from Little Italy in New York.  He died

last year from

 a factory accident and left me and my mother with a house in the

Chicago suburbs and the remainder of a $100,000 life insurance policy.

	I was the offspring of my father and there was no denying it.  My

mother said that I was identical to my father with one exception--I was

a bit more intelligent (an understatement) as well as alot more human.

I had never

 been much of a socializer and therefor didn't have many friends, just

acquaintances.  I was interested in women, but just never found any

that turned my fancy.  Most of the women I knew never even gave me the

considerati

on of a relationship, just friendship.  But, aside from my romantic

shortcomings, I was considered a sympathetic ear, and there found my

connection to other women.  My mother claimed that my father was such a

chauvinist t

hat my mother said she was surprised he even married her.  He believed

in the temple of bachelorhood and manly pursuits.

	

	He was gone now, and here I stood in front of the Central Pub in

Dublin, Ireland.  I decided to go in for a quick Guiness before I made

my way to the family estate.  Bellying up to the bar, I asked for a

pint of Guiness 

and laid 2 Pound coins on the bar.

	The bartender brought my ale and set it in front of me and asked

me where I was from.

	"America," I responded.

	"Ah, America," his thick Irish brogue almost completely obscuring

what he was saying, "and what are ya' dooin' here laddie?"

	"I'm here to claim my Great Aunt's estate.  She left it to me in

her will."

	"A big land owner now!" he replied, with a touch of sarcasm, "and

just what estate is it that you're going to be takin' over?"

	"The Kerry estate, north of here."

	At that he shot me a look of disbelief.  "Have you ever been

there boy?"

	"No."  I answered honestly, "but I've seen pictures."

	"Have ya now?  Have ya heard what it's like up there?"

	Again I answered "No."

	"That place is grown over and rottin' from the inside.  The lady

who used to live there wasn't able to do all the upkeep herself.  I'd

tell ya' to go back to where ya' came from and sell the place."

	I stood there in a semi-state of shock.  The pictures I had were

from only a couple of years ago and showed the house to be in

relatively good condition.  I made up my mind that I wanted to see it

for myself and also wan

ted to see exactly what was left.  I could still sell it, but I wanted

to get all the family artifacts out first.  

	"Well, I'm going to go up there anyway and check it out for

myself.  I just want to get out the family stuff before I do anything

with it."

	"Ok kid, but be careful.  That's not a place for sight-see'ers."

	"Thanks.  I'll take your advice."

	I finished my Guiness and went out front and hailed a taxi.  I

told him to take me to the Kerry estate and was greeted with the same

look as the bartender gave me.



	The taxi pulled up in front of a wrought iron gate that was

overgrown with brambles and vines.  I paid the fare and turned towards

the gate.

	Behind the gate, there was a path that was likewise grown over

with brambles and cluttered with dead leaves.  The path led up to a

huge stone house that was almost a mansion.  The windows were framed in

black iron and th

e door was made of a thick mahogany wood.  The sight of the estate,

coupled with the soft gray sky and the falling rain made for a rather

eerie looking picture.  But this was the family home, and I was

determined to see w

hat this place had to offer.

	I pushed my way through the brambles that covered the path to the

house and came upon the door.  Inserting the key, I was taken by a

feeling of awe that made me a bit weak kneed for a moment.  This was

the home of my anc

estors.  This house had been unlived in for over a month now, and

looked as though it could be easily haunted.  Pushing the thought aside

and regaining myself, I entered into the vestibule and was greeted by a

circular st

aircase that wound up both sides of the entryway.  To the right there

was a sitting room with a fireplace and several chairs.  Bookcases

surrounded the room giving it the look of a miniature library.  To the

left, was the

 dining room with a long table.  On the wall at the end of the room was

a painting of Aunt Maureen in her prime.  She was an absolute vision to

behold.  At the end of the dining room was a door that led into the

kitchen (

presumably).  Foregoing an inspection of the lower level, I made my way

up the staircase to see what was up there.

	Arriving at the top of the staircase, there was a hallway that

led in either direction.  To the left were 3 doors and to the right

were 2.  I decided to go right first.

	The first of the 2 doors was on the left and it contained a

bedroom, but apparently not Aunt Maureen's.  There was an armoire that

contained several suits and so forth.  I wonder who these belong to? I

thought.

	The other door was to Aunt Maureen's bedroom.  There was a canopy

bed well off the floor as well as an armoire with several of her

dresses, a makeup table and wash basin.

	"These are yours now, Colin."

	I froze in place.  A voice had come out of nowhere and spoken to

me.  It was faint as though it were speaking from a distance, but it

was audible.  I was scared to death.

	"This house and all that are in it are yours."  It said again.

	I was ready to run, but then I thought that if it were the voice

of Aunt Maureen, (which it sounded like) then I really had nothing to

fear.  I was her favorite nephew and now she was turning the house over

to me.  I beg

an to relax a bit and hoped that she wouldn't try to contact me again. 

As nice as she was, it was spooky to hear a voice come out of nowhere.

	I didn't hear that voice again for a long time.

	I began to check the other end of the hall.  The first door I

came to was to another bedroom.  Probably belonging to one of the

servants that used to live here.  It was rather plain with only one

small window to allow a 

little daylight in.

	The next room was a study of sorts.  There was a desk, a

telephone and again, bookcases lining the room.  She must have been an

avid reader.

	I came to the last door on that end of the hall only to find that

it was locked.  I tried the key that had been sent to me before I let

for the trip here, but to no avail.  It wouldn't open.  I would try

again later.

	I went down to the lower level again and into the kitchen (yes,

it was the kitchen) to see if I could find some food to sate my empty

stomach.  There were some cans of soup, tea bags, pasta and other

non-perishable food.

  He made some pasta and put it in the soup which happened to make a

good, filling meal.

	As the afternoon wore on, I began to check the rest of the house.

 The basement contained a wine cellar that was filled with hundereds of

bottles of wine of a rather expensive vintage.  I collected a few and

took them ba

ck up stairs with me.

	I also found the living room and was awed by its size.  It was

modeled after the great rooms of the late 1700's and had a fireplace as

well as several windows that reached to the ceiling.  Above the

fireplace hung anothe

r portrait of Aunt Maureen and depicted her as beautiful as the one in

the dining room.  In both pictures she wore a skirt of kelly green with

a white blouse and white stockings with black shoes that buckled on the

top.  

Her hair was the most alluring color of strawberry blonde and her eyes

were an emerald green that, it seems, can only be found in Ireland. 

Her skin was the color of milk and as fine as porcelain.

	The evening began to grow late and I was feeling sleepy so I

decided to call it a night.  I went upstairs to Aunt Maureen's bedroom

and prepared to climb into bed.  I laid my clothes on the chair that

sat at the makeup t

able.  I left my suitcase downstairs, so I just grabbed a dressing gown

from Aunt Maureen's armoire and readied for sleep.  I rolled over and 

switched off the light  and fell asleep almost instantaneously.

	That night in my dream, Aunt Maureen came to me and told me that

I must go into the attic in the morning.  She said that was where all

the family treasures were.  She also told me to stay away from the wine

as it had bee

n cursed many years before by a witch who had been caught stealing from

our garden during the potato famine.  No one had removed it because

everyone was afraid to touch it lest the witch's curse take hold.  And

lo, all th

ese years, no one had touched it.  Until now.  

	I told her that I had already taken a few bottles up from the

cellar and was planning on having them tomorrow with dinner.

	"No!" she told him, "it was a real witch that had placed the

curse on them, and it is all too real."

	"How would you know if no one ever touched them?"

	"I know.  That's all I'll tell you." came her ominous reply.

	Then she left.  I slept fitfully the rest of the night and awoke

feeling refreshed and ready to see what I could do about getting the

house cleaned up as I was beginning to change my mind about selling the

old place.

	The sun rose and shone brightly across the heath.  The wind was

warmer than it had been the previous day.  I began by clearing out all

the brambles and vines that blocked the path and entwined the gate.  It

was about noo

n before I was finished  with this and I was feeling a bit wore out, so

I made my way back into the kitchen to get some food and relax a bit.

	I didn't feel like having tea again and the thought of just plain

water didn't excite me at all.  I looked at the top shelf of the pantry

and noticed the bottles of wine I had brought up yesterday.  I was then

reminded o

f the warning Aunt Maureen had given me in my dream last night and I

hesitated.

	"Colin, do not touch that wine.  You were my favorite nephew, I

want you to stay that way."

	"But Aunt Maureen," I shouted into the air, "I am thirsty and

this wine is just the thing.  You can't really believe in curses."

	"Go ahead then, suit yourself."

	Then all was silent and the only sound that could be heard was my

own breathing.  

	I reached up for one of the bottles and took it down.  Finding a

corkscrew I pulled the cork out and laid it on the table next to my

plate.  I found a wine glass in the cupboard and filled it with the

dark red wine.  It 

smelled sweet and strong like a Cabernet or a Merlot.  I sipped the

wine and it tasted better than any wine I had ever tasted before.

	Before I knew it, I had finished the entire bottle and was

feeling a bit tipsy.  I went into the living room and laid down on the

couch and took a nap.  I then had the most unusual dream.  In it Aunt

Maureen stood before

 me.  Then her body became two--her solid form and a ghost like form. 

The ghostlike form walked toward me and  stood before me and said,

"suit yourself."  Then the form walked into me and disappeared.  Aunt

Maureen looke

d at me with a look of resignation on her face.  She would say nothing

to me, but just stood there looking at me.  Then I awoke.

	It was beginning to get dark outside, so I began to build a fire

in the fireplace.  Soon there was a fire roaring, and I was hungry

again.  I made my way to the kitchen and prepared some more food.  I

also opened another

 bottle of wine.  I had finished half of it before my food was ready. 

I drank the other half with my dinner.   I was beginning to feel a bit

tired again (no doubt from the wine) so I made my way upstairs to the

bedroom a

gain.  As I stripped for bed, I noticed that my usual olive complexion

had paled a bit.  This was no doubt due to the rainy weather and the

fact that it was too cold to wear anything less than a sweater outside

regardless

 of the sun.

	I decided that I would wear the dressing gown again to bed.  It

was so comfortable and not really feminine.  Men used to wear these

things all the time.  

	That night I could not sleep.  I woke up sometime in the middle

of the night and could not get back to sleep.  So I went to the study

and looked for a book to read.  I found a book of poetry by Keats and

dived right in. 

 Soon I was feeling sleepy again so I decided to go back to bed.  When

I entered to bedroom, I caught my reflection in the mirror.  For a

second I was a bit taken aback.  My hair had gotten slightly longer

and, unless the

 light was playing tricks with my eyes, had gotten a little lighter. 

It now seemed to be a dark reddish brown instead of the black that I

was used to.  It must have been the light.

	Just then, I was overcome by a feeling of curiosity.  I suddenly

wanted to go to Aunt Maureen's closet and try on some of her clothes. 

Now, I had never been into this sort of thing, but all of a sudden, it

didn't seem a

ll that strange to me.  

	I made my way over to her armoire and opened it to find several

dresses, skirts, blouses, etc.  The drawers contained stockings, garter

belts, panties, bras and slips.  Among all the clothes, were the green

skirt and the

 white blouse she had been wearing when the portriat had been done.  

	I leaned forward to get at the underthings when something

encircled my face.  My hand immediately went to whatever it was.  It

was my hair!  Somehow, it had grown down past my shoulders and was now

an auburn color.  What

 was happening?

	I turned to face the mirror and noticed that not only had my hair

grown longer and lighter, my skin had grown even paler and was now not

much darker than the white dressing gown I wore!

	I went over to the bed and sat down to try and collect my

thoughts.  I put my head in my hands and just sat there for a moment. 

I turned to look into the mirror again and thought that I saw my eyes

turn a dark shade of 

green.  I started toward the mirror, but fell as I tripped over the hem

of the dressing gown.  I stuck a leg out from under the gown to notice

that it had become smooth and hairless, and that my skin was fine and

soft.  A

t the end of the leg was a dainty foot.

	I stood up again and noticed that the gown now came below my

ankles where it had only fallen to mid-calf before.  I walked to the

mirror and looked closely.  My eyes had turned green.  The most

beautiful color of green I

 had ever seen.  Not only that, but my face had become softer with no

stubble from a beard, slim nose (and a few freckles) high arched

eyebrows and sultry lips that begged to be kissed (not by a man I

hope!).

	"Aunt Maureen!" I cried.  As I said it I thought I heard my voice

getting higher but couldn't be sure.  "Aunt Maureen!" I called again. 

My voice was higher, but not all that high.  Like a husky woman's voice

or a high m

an's voice.  There was no answer.

	I sat on the edge of the bed, my feet dangling several inches

from the floor.

	I opened the gown to see what else had happened.  Aside from the

fine pale skin and now hairless chest, nothing else had happened.  I

was still a male, but a 5'-2", 110 lb. male that looked more like a

schoolgirl than wh

at I was supposed to be.

	After another hour of sleeplessness, I drifted off again, but

didn't really sleep.



	The next day I awoke thinking that it was all a bad dream, but no

such luck.  When I looked into the mirror, there was that beautiful

face staring back, now more beautiful than it was last night.  I felt

like crying.

	As I went to get dressed, I decided to give my old clothes a try.

 I found a button down work shirt and put it on.  It fit like a tent. 

The sleeves came down past my fingertips and the tail came down to the

back of my t

highs.  I looked in the mirror at my body.  I looked like a

prepubescent girl (except for the penis that hung between my legs) who

had yet to fill out her womanly curves.

	I went to Aunt Maureen's armoire and looked for a pair of slacks

or something.  All I could find were skirts and dresses.  I opted for a

dress that was light blue below the waist and had a white bodice.  It

was comfortab

le despite the fact that I could not fill it out in the right places.

	As I finished dressing, the phone rang.  I was torn as to whether

or not I sould answer it.  With my voice now slightly changed, no one

would recognize it as me.  I took a chance and answered it.

	"Hello?" I said, my new voice slightly startling me.

	"Is this the Kerry estate?" the woman asked.

	"Yes it is.  Can I help you?"

	"Yes, this is the market.  We heard that someone had moved into

the estate recently and wanted to know if you wanted us to deliver some

groceries?"

	"I don't understand."

	"We used to deliver groceries to the lady that lived there

before," she explained, "because it is so far away from town.  We just

thought that you might like us to continue the service."

	"Um, yes.  That would be nice."

	With that, I began to place my order.  I ordered all the

groceries I thought I would need for several weeks.  The lady at the

other end of the line sounded like she was young, maybe mid 20's or so.

 I told her to bring t

hem here and I would pay her when she got here.  She agreed, saying

that it would be a pleasure.

	About an hour later, there was a knock at the door.  I finished

my tea and went to open it.  Upon opening the door, I witnessed the

loveliest vision I had seen since I arrived.  She was about 8 inches

taller than I now w

as and had auburn hair and blue eyes.  Her hair was cut short, almost

boyish and her face was almost androgynous except for the ruby lipstick

she wore.  

	She introduced herself as Mary.

	I'm ColÉColleen," I stammered.	

	I invited her in and asked her to sit down for a cup of tea.  She

gracefully placed herself in a chair in the sitting room near one of

the windows.  

	As I returned with the tea she asked me if I had a cold.

	"Why do you ask that?" I replied.

	"Well, you sound a bit husky, and with just arriving here and

all, I thought you may have come down with a cold."

	"No, I don't have a cold, but thank you for asking."

	As I sat there looking at her, I was taken by her beauty.  She

was statuesque and voluptuous.  Her curves were all in the right places

and had all the right shapes.  Her hips were wide but firm as was her

rear and thighs

  Her breasts were not the least bit small, but not too large either. 

I was getting turned on just watching her.  Soon I began to feel my

penis begin to stir under my dress.  It suddenly occurred to me that I

had no und

erwear on!

	I tried to nonchalantly cover the erection that was beginning to

stir under my dress but soon it became fully erect.  I tried to direct

her attention to the architecture of the room, but she said she had

already seen it 

and found it to be lovely.  She was now looking right at me and

suddenly caught sight of what I was trying to hide.

	"Uh, I think I shoud be going now," she said as she rose from the

chair and headed for the door.

	"Wait please," I began, "IÉit's not what you thinkÉ" but I

couldn't finish.  I didn't know what to say.

	"Actually, I think it is.  You don't mind me staying?" she asked

with a friendly look in her eye.

	"Well, no," was all I could reply.

	"You know, I think that boys who dress up in their mother's

clothes, actually improve themselves.  They get to see another side of

life that not many other men get to see."

	"But I'm not a boy."

	"You could have fooled me," she said, looking at the tent that my

penis was making beneath my dress.

	"I mean I'm a man."  I couldn't tell her the entire story, she

wouldn't believe it.  I just decided to tell her that I had never been

very big.

	She told me that she didn't think I looked like a man at all

because I had no facial hair or any other hair for that matter, except

for on top of my head.

	As we talked, she kept moving closer to me until we were almost

touching each other.  Almost on instinct I stood on my tiptoes to reach

her mouth with mine.  We kissed for what seemed like an hour.  She then

led me to th

e couch and lay me down.  She lay down on top of me and began to

whisper in my ear.  Her lilting irish voice caused me to become even

more excited.

	"You little tart.  Is that what you want to be?  A little tart?"

	"Only for you Mary."  I suddenly noticed that I was picking up a

bit of the irish accent as well.

	She kissed me deeply again and began to run her hand up under my

dress.  I was awash with pleasure as she caressed the inside of my

thigh.  She then began to massage my penis.  I exploded almost

immediately.  

	"A little quick today, aren't we," she asked.

	I lay there, embarrassed beyond comprehension, my come coating

the inside of my dress.

	"I'm sorry, Mary."

	"That's okay honey.  It happens.  I've got to go now anyway. 

I'll call you again tomorrow."

	And with that, she left.  I was red with shame and wanted to

forget all about it.

	I headed for the kitchen and spotted a bottle of wine.  I began

to sob as I realized that I was no longer a man, but a half man, half

woman.  I opened the wine and drank it straight from the bottle.  I

drank until I coul

d no longer drink any more.  The bottle was about three fourth's gone

when I finished.

	I went upstairs to change out of my dress and find some new

clothes.

	As I entered Aunt Maureen's room, I began to feel the wine take

effect.  I stripped down and went in search of new clothes.  As I

approached the armoire, I felt a funny tingling sensation in my chest. 

I looked down and 

saw my nipples become darker and the aereola expand to the size of a

half dollar.  Suddenly my chest began to swell slightly and slowly.  I

shreiked and was shocked to hear my voice slip up to a higher register.

	I watched as my nipples extended to about a half inch.  My

breasts were now like those of an adolescent girl.  What was I to do?

	I found a bra and hooked it around my waist, then turned it

around and placed my skinny arms through the straps.  My breasts came

nowhere near to filling it, but they appeared to be on their way.  I

looked for a pair of 

panties, and finding them, slid them up my legs and around my waist. 

My penis made an incongruous bulge in the front of them.  The panties

were a bit loose in the rear (as expected) and a bit tight in the

waist.

	As soon as I noticed this though, my hips began to expand.  Next,

my butt began to stick out a little, then alot.  Then my thighs began

to fill out.  Looking in the mirror, I saw I had the pear shape that

all women striv

e for.  My waist had become thin, my stomach flat, but that changed as

well.  I watched as my tummy began to expand a little to give me a

pooch just above my panty line.

	Looking back to my breasts, they were now about half filling the

cups of the bra.  I was beginning to look more like a teenage girl than

a pre-adolescent girl.

	I felt a strange twinge in my groin, and I knew what to expect

next.  I pulled my panties down around my waist and watched in the

mirror as my penis began to shrink.  At first it went quickly, but then

it slowed down.  I

n just over a minute it was about the size of a baby's thumb.  My

testicles moved up into my abdomen as my penis hardened, yet still

shrank.  Soon it was lost in my pubic hair and the folds that were

developing  where my 

scrotum used to be.  This would become my vagina.



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