The following fictional story is being reposted by Mr Double. If you are the author of this story and would like to receive proper recognition (an Author's Page at my website), contact me at mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. 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. What happens next? Ideas? Comments? E-Mail "Allissa" here at this BBS or "MARIA26@AOL.com"