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I did not write this story. The story is presented unchanged from the
original posted story.
However, I did write a very long sequel to the story based on the
characters and situations described in this story, called A Change of
Direction in 22 parts. I will be reposting this story over the next
couple of weeks, two parts a night.
CoD may not be the best work I have ever done, but it was the most
fun; a fact that is directly attributable to the imagination of the
story I built my own tale upon, and the support that both Caitlin and
Mike gave me in the writing of A Change of Direction.
The Copyright of this story is as indicated. Please do not violate
that by removing the copyright statement or by changing the story in
any way without the permission of the original authors.
Change of Pace
by Mike Allegretto and Caitlin B.
Copyright 1997: "Caitlin B." <caitlinb@concentric.net> .
1. Chapter
"I am looking forward to this," Jack thought to himself as he
entered the bathroom. The days' turmoil had taken a toll on
poor Jack's nerves and he was looking forward to a nice soaking
in a warm bath. Stretching, he closed and locked the door,
almost slamming it actually. "Anybody who disturbed him in his
holy moment of salvation was going to meet Jesus," he chuckled
to himself. Jack walked over to the window and opened it a bit.
Even though it was Dec. 23, San Bernardino was experiencing
something of a heat wave. The slightest hint of a breeze
started to come through the window and towards the tub. "Oh
yeah, this is gonna be nice," he thought
Jack undressed and turned off the light before entering the tub.
"All the better to relax. Just gotta be careful not to fall
asleep." Jack entered the tub, being careful not to get it too
fast. "No need for a burn when I need to relax!" The magic of
the warm night air and bath water started to work. "Oh boy," he
thought, as all tension in his body started to melt away.
Leaning back , he put his arms on the side of the tub.
He closed his eyes and listened to what his nerve endings were
telling him. The soft caress of the water currents as they
washed over his skin, the breeze on his forehead, the pleasant
feeling of a slowly growing erection. "Yup, me feel good right
now," he thought. After a couple of minutes of this he decided
to start the process of actually cleaning himself. He reached
an arm over to where the washcloth should be but it wasn't
there! "Damn! I forgot to pick one up from the laundry room."
Jack wasn't about to streak through the house while his mother
was home. Reaching over the rim of the tub he buzzed for her on
one of those water-proof intercoms. When she answered, he asked
her to bring a washcloth up to him. "Damn things come in handy.
Too bad I made fun of them when she brought them home. I just
know she's gonna repay the favour." Waiting in dread, he could
hear his mother coming up the stairs stifling a giggle. Shaking
his head and looking sheepish, he unlocked the bathroom door and
focused his eyes on the drain as he reached and took the cloth
from her.
"So bud, not such a bad idea after all, huh, huh, Huh!?" she said
to Jack while raising her eyebrows up and down real fast.
"Yeah Ma, you're right. I don't know how civilization would
last without them."
"Well, when you are done with your bath can you come downstairs
instead of spending the rest of the night surfing the Internet?
I want to discuss something with you."
"Sure, no prob."
She closed the door and Jack heard her walk into her room,
presumably to channel Elvis Presley spirit. "I got Samantha
Stevens for a mom. Lord..." he thought.
Jack's Mom, Laurie, was one of those New Age "White Witches".
Jack thought however she was in need of some counselling. He
never subscribed to all that nonsense but he always did his best
to humor her. His mom was a bit flaky he thought but she was a
kind soul. "That kind of stuff is better left to Agents Scully
and Mulder," he thought. Jack lay back into the tub again after
giving himself the usual cleaning. Not long after that he
drifted off to sleep while listening to his mom go into her
nightly chanting routine.
Tonight's chanting was not the ordinary chant Laurie usually
did. You see, Jack's mom was a white witch with some real power.
While she never ever did anything evil with her magic she
decided that it was time to introduce Jack to the "club" in a way
he'd never forget! Her abilities included the standard
charms,visions,potions, etc... However she was also capable of
more "interesting" spells like Flying, Teleporation,The "Stun
Blast",Transformations, and Mind Influence.
For Jack's Introduction into the world of Mysticism she decided
to use the Transformation spell.
While any one of the more advanced spells would impress anyone
into believing in magick Laurie had a few reasons to use this
particular spell.
The overriding factor in using this particular spell was Jack's
disbelief in magick. Morever, Jack's EXTREME disbelief in
magick. Laurie thought with a grin that in this case something
special was called for. She wanted to make this a very
powerful, enjoyable experience for Jack. However this situation
had to be handled with extreme caution. Laurie didn't want Jack
to become traumatized by the experience.
So she decided for these reasons that the best course of action
would be to use the Transformation spell. Now, what to turn him
into? She thought about some weird creature from one of those
"Sci Fi" shows he liked to watch. "That would really get his
attention!", Laurie chuckled to herself.
At the same time it occurred to her that becoming any kind of
non-human creature would be too disconcerting for Jack's "Hazing"
into the world of magick.
"This isn't going to be quite as easy as I thought." "What could
I turn Jack into that at the same time would blow his mind yet
not traumatize him for life and yet be enjoyable?" This isn't
going to be as easy as she thought. For this to work like she
expected the new temporary form for Jack would have to impress
him and make him want to work magick on his own.
"Darn, maybe if I watch a little television something on there
will occur to me." So she got up from her little shrine and sat
on the EZ-chair in front of the tv. She used her clicker and
surfed the channels and decided to watch the latest episode of
the X-Files. That was one of their favourite tv shows.
Laurie grinned to herself and got a little queasy as she thought
about David Duchnovny.
"He's such a BABE!!! I wouldn't mind one bit foolin' around a
little with him!" At that same time her comments to herself
about the male lead in the show reminded her about the minor
crush Jack had on the cute little read-head who played David's
Partner in the show, Gillian Anderson. She remember how once
while watching the show with her he said he wouldn't mind one
bit having her body. Right at that moment the little grin on her
face became the size of the Grand Canyon and a mischievous
giggle escaped from her lips. "Jack my dear boy, thats exactly
what you are going to get tonight!". With a snap of her fingers
she jumped up from her chair, turned off the tv and ran to her
little shrine to put her little scheme into action!
2. Chapter
Jack chuckled to himself as he walked back into his bedroom.
"Boy...she's really going at it tonight" he thought to himself.
He could hear his mother chanting up a storm from her room.
"Fruitcake.", he thought. "Yup. definitely certifiable."
Closing the door to his bedroom, he lied down on his bed and
turned on the tv using the remote. After surfing through a few
channels he decided to watch the X-FILES. The episode appeared
to have Mulder and Scully chasing after a couple of guys in
Halloween costumes holding a middle-aged hippie hostage. The guy
in the silver robot suit with the glowing red eye zooming back
and forth shot at the duo with a laser pistol.
"God! This show is starting to get as corny as Kolchak!" "Well
at least it can't get any worse...." The scene on the tv then
showed what appeared to be two men in white tuxes appear out of
nowhere say something that sounded like "Filgerkarb" "Oh this is
too much!" At that he turned off the tv. "The show is good at
times but once in a while they really go off the deep end." At
least Scully looked good in that ep. "Oh hell", Jack thought to
himself,"might as well see what happens.." At that he turned
back on the show.
After watching the episode for 20 minutes or so they came to the
gratuitous Scully breast shot. At that Jack started to pay
attention to the show. "Oh yeah."Jack smiled to himself. "That
woman has a nice bod. Wouldn't mind getting me a piece of that!
hehehehehe!" After a couple of minutes the scene ended and a
couple of minutes after that the show ended. Turning off the tv
jack decided to go to bed proper. "Yawwwnn....yeah.Beddie bye
time for me." Jack put his head down on the pillow and closed his
eyes.
At that the memory of the tit scene of Gillian Anderson came
back to him. At that Jack started to get excited again. "Oh
damn.. looks like its gonna be awhile before I get to sleep." So
he decided to surrender himself to the feeling that the memory
of Scully's magnificent cleavage brought to him.
After 15 minutes or so he decided that he couldn't take it
anymore. He pictured himself naked with Scully again and
started humping again. About 8 seconds later he had his orgasm.
"MmmnnnhnnHHH! God...I can't take it..."While he had masturbated
plenty of times before Jack was amazed at the intensity of the
orgasm.
And the fact that it kept going on and on and on. "God! Isn't
this gonna stop!" Not that he really wanted to of course. The
orgasm was WAY too pleasurable. Much more than it usually was.
Eventually he stopped spamsing. "Lordy, that was damn good.
Now however I guess I'm gonna have to clean out my shorts."
As he entered the bathroom jack realized that his shorts were
dry. "Strange." he thought to himself."That little performance
should have drenched them". The word strange however was better
suited for what Jack noticed next. Looking in the mirror over
the sink he noticed that his hair was now a strawberry red.
Blinking furiously and rubbing his eyes didn't change it back to
its original colour. "What the HELL is going on!"
His first thought was that maybe something was wrong with the
shampoo he used during his bath.
Turning around to check the shampoo, he noticed a letter on the
hamper with the word "Scully" on it.
Really curious, he took the letter and opened it. The paper
inside read:
Jack,
Have a very eventful evening.
Love,
Mom.
P.S. Welcome to the world of magick, Agent Scully!
Hehehehehe!
"Oh shit..." "I'm done for now..." Jack thought to himself,
nodding his head slowly with a slight smile on his face.
3. Chapter
"Oh good Lord, this can't really be happening...", Jack thought
to himself as he looked into the bathroom mirror. The magical
spell his mother cast on him made his hair the same colour and
style as the lady actress on the tv show The X-Files. It also
threatened to do much more than that. "This can't be real. Its
gotta be some kind of illusion" jack thought again as he
examined the hair more closely by running his hands through it.
The course brown hair that he normally felt had been replaced by
a somewhat thicker silky red mane. "Jeezuz,its real!" The
sensations of his new do began to arouse Jack which almost
scared him as much as the situation in general. At first he
thought he might be turning queer but then realized he was
getting turned on from the fact that the situation was real.
"Lordy, I really am turning into that lady.." he thought to
himself again. By now about 15 minutes had passed since Jack
first noticed his new hair. He had calmed down a little and
began to think a bit more clearly about the situation while
reading his mothers' note again.
"According to this note my mom intends to put me through some
kind of magickal hazing by turning me into a woman for a night.
At least I HOPE its for a night. The brief thought of spending
the rest of his life as a woman brought another evil thought to
his head. What if this is permanent?" Right then Jack became
really scared. "I DON'T WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE AS A
WOMAN!!!" He decided right then and there he would clarify this
situation with a polite little chat with his mother. Jack
started to walk out of the bathroom and whimpered a little when
a passing glance at the mirror revealed that his eyes had turned
a frosty blue. He knocked on the door to his mother's room. No
answer. He knocked again. No answer again. Panic surged in him
a little as he tried the knob. "Maybe she's not home. nooo..."
The knob turned in his hand and he entered her room. The lights
were still on but she was nowhere in sight. On the little shrine
she kept was a small white envelope with the word "Jack" on it.
Jack quickly picked it up and read it.
"Jack,
By now you realize that what is happening to you is real and
are probably a bit traumatized by the whole situation. You
are probably also wondering why I did this to you and if its
permanent.
Well, the reason is that you have great potential to wield
magick but have totally rejected the possibility of its
existence. I thought it fun and best to introduce you to
magick in this manner. As for the transformation itself
here's the dope.
1. The process will continue in several steps in 15 minute
intervals until you are totally female but I won't tell
you exactly what they are. After all that No fun in
that! Hehehehe..(the bitch, Jack thought)
2. The final part though does need a bit of explanation.
When everything else but your genitals has changed you
will have two choices in this matter. One will be to
decide if you want your genitals to transform into female
ones. The other will be if you want your mental mindset
to transform into a female one.
I left these up to you as they are really are the most
drastic parts of the whole process. Everything else up
to this point is really superficial. You will still be a
man mentally and physically as far as hormones and such
are concerned. However If and when you allow these
changes you will have a woman's feelings,attitudes,sexual
cravings, etc... You don't have to let these final
changes happen but if you do the following must happen
since these changes are so drastic.
3. The change from a man into a woman is really way more
serious than it appears already. You will be a man
mentally but have the body and mind of a woman and will
become more of a woman mentally with each passing second.
If you turned back into a man again so soon then you
would not have time to learn about what you have become.
Being a woman is a sacred thing to be respected.
If you accept these final changes you will undergo one
final transformation into the female version of yourself
after one hour. We can't have you impersonating someone
else now... As for the final hour, well, thats the
exception to the rule I just laid out about using a
woman's body for cheap thrills. After your hour is up
though its time to get serious about this matter. I love
you dearly and will of course support you fully if you
decide to go through with all this. To answer the final
question you have though. even after you spend time as a
full woman and acclimate accordingly you can turn back
into your old self, if you want to. You may be shocked
to see me say this but you may find that you may like
your new life better than your old one, which it really
is. If you at the end of all this you find you like your
new life, its yours. This is the only time I will
involuntarily transform you."
Love,
Mom
"Well, I guess that does settle it then." Jack thought to himself.
His mother really is intend on turning him into a woman, temporarily
and quite possibly permanently, if he so chooses. "Heh. fat chance
in hell of that happening..."
4. Chapter
Since he obviously didn't have any real choice in the matter,
Jack decided he might as well go with it. Have some fun, just as
long as he kept his wits about him to avoid the traps he knew his
mother had laid for him. It would be just like her to finagle him
into staying female somehow. She'd claim he needed to so he
could learn Magick.
That would be all he needed.Having to sit in on his mother's
boring ritual was bad enough. Having to yield his favorite organ
as the price of admission was about as undesirable a prospect as
Jack could imagine.
Good thing his Mother was so ethical. She could be real devious,
but she always held to the letter of her promises. If he didn't
panic everything would be back to normal tomorrow, and tonight
could be a very exotic memory.
Many a steamy night of self-indulgence had been stoked by
fleeting images of Gillian Anderson tit. After tonight he'd have
indelible memories of fondling authentic Scully -- and of being
authentically fondled. That thought brought an instant response.
He stroked his raging hard-on while wondering when his mother's
spell would get to the tits.
Probably not until the very end, Jack realized. She surely knew
him well enough to know the other changes would be wasted if
they came after the tits. She'd have to know that's where he'd
be getting himself off. Jack realized that this whole fifteen
minute step thing was his mother's way of taking him on some
kind of educational tour.
Sometimes he wondered about his mother. She choreographs a
parade of desirable feminine flesh for him to fondle without
exception, and she honestly expects him to learn anything about
respecting woman's sacred stuff. Jack shook his head and
continued to stroke himself. She was a very intelligent woman,
but she'd obviously never been a horny teenage male.
He knew he was already changed enough that he would not come - so
endurance would be with him tonight for some unique experiences
and what promised to be a record setting night.
Suddenly between one stroke and the next his cock was instantly
huge. Not more erect, physically larger. He was supposed to
become *more female every fifteen minutes - what?
Looking down, though, he realized the spell was on schedule. It
was his hand that had shrunk - her hands now.
Had it really been fifteen minutes? He glanced at the clock.
No! It had been half an hour. Looking around he tried to
determine what else had changed. After a few minutes he realized
the hair on his chest was gone. The fact that it had been a
separate step confirmed his suspicion that tits would be the
next to last thing.
Catching his breath, he realizes that he should be paying
attention to this little guided tour. He wouldn't put it past
his mother to leave the 'outs' he will need for him to see - but
only if he paid attention.
All right, he decided, hold off on the sweaty stuff until later.
Stock the erotic clipboard with memories. Have fun with them
later. This fifteen minutes should focus on his hands.
He stared at the slender fingers. Images of _the_ scene everyone
knew was never to be flashed into his mind. Scully gently
caressing Mulder's face - silently inviting him to join her.
These hands looked wrong. He couldn't believe his mother would
do the hands in multiple steps. Of course, the nails were still
unkempt and unpolished.
Jack could take a hint. He knew that if he had missed that the
price would be a lecture about woman not being naturally painted
and the gap between his fantasies and reality. Frankly he'd
rather have to sit in on one of her chanting sessions than a
lecture. And as tonight was demonstrating, his mother was
capable of giving lessons far more compelling that mere
lectures.
"You win Mom" he chuckled as he headed towards her room to find
some nail polish. He was wondering where to find some, or how to
pick the color (did it look the same in the bottle as on TV?)
when he saw a package sitting on the dresser.
To: Agent Scully,
Merry XMas - Open Early.
Love, Mom
It was nail polish all right. Presuming it was the right color
he set to work. At least she hadn't expected him to pick the
right color. She'd probably make him "take the test over again"
until he not only managed to pick just the right shade of Rose,
but tell her what it was named and why. This shouldn't take too
long. There are only ten fingers. He sat down at his mother's
bureau and got to work.
Three retries later (nail polish remover having been
conveniently handy) the results were acceptable. A flaw here and
there, but the overall effect was right. Scully would mar her
nails with field work, wouldn't she? Sitting up slightly he put
the polish and remover back before sitting back down.
That's funny, he'd never noticed that his mother's stool was
padded.
Of course no sooner had the thought slipped out than Jack knew
that he was the one who was padded. Not only that, he had hips.
Damn, he'd blown through another change without noticing.
Fifteen minutes was simply not enough time. How did his mother
expect him to learn anything at this pace?
Hopping down from the stool he instantly knew it had taken him
even longer than that. His legs were shorter. How had he managed
to spend over half an hour just putting some colored enamel on
his nails?
Still, at this pace he better start getting ready for the grand
finale. He would find something to wear to complete the picture.
A year ago he would have gone for pure flesh to feed his fantasy
engine, but he was already gaining enough sophistication to know
that flesh behind the right lingerie was so much more inviting.
Besides, walking around the room would give him a chance to
explore his new center of gravity. His mom would have to give
him points for that.
Jack was rather pleasantly surprised, and slightly disturbed, to
find a whole drawer full of hot items. This was too rich, he
picked three deciding to give himself a little fashion show.
The fact that he would be ogling lingerie his mother used,
presumably for overnight guests that he had always assumed she
had but had somehow never gotten hard confirmation of, was
slightly creepy. But this whole fantasy factory tour was her
idea in the first place - so there.
This time he actually caught the change. It was his feet. They
were now rather petite. There were only two erotic things he
could think to do with feet (given that the idea of sucking his
own toes would be awkward and disgusting - a fact that even
being Gillian Anderson toes could not compensate for) heels and
toe nail polish.
Better skip the heels, he realized. If he fell he'd probably
break an ankle or something. Mother would love that. She'd be
right in here apologizing for putting him through all of this -
and then with crocodile tears explaining that she _couldn't_
change him back until after the break had healed properly.
Another waddle across the room with the still strange hips and
he was painting his toenails. It went a bit faster this time. He
could use his right hand to paint all ten toes - plus he had some
experience now.
Not bad, he told himself, wonder what the witch has planned for
the next fifteen minutes. According to the clock it should be
happening any second now.
But as he looked himself over, and then scanned in the mirror he
couldn't detect a single change - except that his hair was an
absolute mess. Funny, he could have sworn it looked just like
Scully's earlier. It still did, only just like she had been
dragged through a swamp.
Still if there wasn't going to be anything changed for this
fifteen minutes, he could use the time to shampoo. There's no
way to enjoy all of this looking like hell warned over.
Jack was finishing rinsing the conditioner out of his Scully
hair as he realized it had been almost fifteen minutes. Still
he'd better finish washing up well, he could tell he'd been lax
earlier and still stunk here and there. Better hurry, Jack
thought. He grabbed some soap and started soaping up his sleek
chest - but it was already too late, he realized, his soap
filled hands cupping his new Scully tits.
5. Chapter
After quickly drying and brush his hair Jack stopped to gaze at
himself in the mirror, or maybe it would be more accurate to say
he gazed at a nude Gillian Anderson in the mirror. His mother's
Transformation spell was nearly complete. Only a handful of
discrepancies reminded him that this was reality, and not one of
his frequent fantasy sessions involving Agent Scully:
First, _her_ tits were no match for _his_ fantasies. It was
just like his mother to insist on giving him Gillian Anderson' s
_real_ figure, as opposed to matching his fantasies. Even at
this size they felt wonderful to his caress.
Then there was the slightly haggard leer on "her" face was all
too plainly "his". Somehow he could not imagine Agent Scully
ogling herself in front of the mirror while caressing her
breasts.
The raging hard-on sticking out incongruously from 'her' loins
destroyed any remaining illusions. But at this point he didn't
care. He grabbed the first wrap and threw it around himself
trying for a seductive pose.
He knew he was overslutting the pose. But, these were his
memories he was posing for. He'd be as campy as he wanted. Time
to retreat to the bed and take care of business. That was going
to be one happy prick caressed by feminine Gillian Anderson
hands and surrounded on all sides by Gillian Anderson flesh.
On *ALL* sides. Good Lord, what had his mother's note said?
Something about having to choose. when everything but his
genitals had been changed. The last fifteen minutes must be
nearly up.
Jack knew he had to make a choice. He did not want to find out
what sort of "default" answer his mother had set this thing up
with.
He didn't want to give up his male genitals, he'd been setting
up. But he knew his mother too well for there to be any other
choice. He could see the trap his mother had laid. If he were to
allow his "mental mind-set" to be transformed into a female one
then _she_ would probably be appalled by this raging hard-on and
ask _her_ mother to fix.
Jack's mother would never promise that there would be no future
"involuntary" transforms unless she already had a plan to
extract consent from him.
Decision made - stay away from the female mind. Well, if he only
had a few more minutes with his favorite friend it was time to
stop posing and get down to action!
He grabbed the skimpiest of his mother's negligee's he had
pulled out earlier, the red one. Yeah Scully tit would look good
in this, so little of it would be hidden. He quickly stuffed the
feminine form into it, and got down to the business of enjoying
this rather delectable form.
Stroking this new body all over, in addition to the nipples felt
so good though. It wasn't just cock and tits. He wanted three
hands. But time was running out. He concentrated on just breasts
and cock.
Almost there....
Suddenly his hand completed and upstroke with nothing. Too late,
he was now completely female physically.
Just time to shift tactics, Jack told himself. A quick check
confirmed that he was already soaking down there. Horny before,
horny after. It just showed differently.
Take notes, he told himself. Find out what feels hot when you
have a bod like this. Find out what makes you so horny you can't
possible say no. Then remember that, he looked forward to
applying what he'd learn tonight. But he had better get to it!
Chances to practice like this may never come again.
He slid his finger deep into the moist hole and wondered if he
should look for a vibrator or something. No, that would be
knowing WAY too much about his mother. Instead he starting
plunging his fingers in and out while his other hand continued
on his breasts.
OUCH! Careful there. And drat, he hadn't paid enough attention
to know what he'd done wrong.
HARDER! That's what they woman always said in those books. Speed
up the friction and he wouldn't be able to notice these minor
bumps anymore.
YEOWW!
Damn this was tricky. You had to get everything just right. The
tacky negligee he had on probably wasn't helping. How could he
have imagined Scully wearing something so trashy?
Tossing it aside he slithered into the plum translucent one.
Definitely the one Scully would use to seduce Mulder. That which
was merely hinted at, and not on full public display, is how to
grab the eye of a man like Mulder.
What couldn't be seen was always more fascinating to men like
Mulder.
Settling down Jack realized the key was to move slowly. Caress
lightly, in the area, hold off for a moment.
That was better. His breaths were starting to get deep. One hand
slid up under the gown and lightly stroked his nipples. They
felt ablaze as they brushed the silky material.
By the time he allowed his finger back t the slit it was greeted
with warmth. It was all he could do to continue stroking slowly
and lightly.
He could feel a shudder pass over his whole body. He moaned.
After a second he realized he didn't have to stop. He resumed
stroking and was soon back to almost the same plateau. Maybe he
could achieve multiple orgasm this time.
His breathing hot and heavy, he quickly lost all control over
his pacing. He mushed his tits and stroked furiously trying to
bring himself even further than the previous peak.
That was... so intense. Definitely more so than a male orgasm.
But how much more? He had to find out. He had to know.
"Fifty-nine minutes Jack, and thirty seconds." It was his
mother!
Jack couldn't imagine a more embarrassing scene. Having your
mother barge in on you jacking off would have been bad enough.
Even so he was so close, stopping _hurt_.
"You made your point already. I'll never leave a girl hanging.
Just let me finish!" Jack pleaded.
"Oh, I'm sorry" she apologized "Do you need more time?"
"Yes!"
"No problem, Jacqueline."
6. Chapter
"That was dirty pool, mother" Jack complained.
She looked up from some picture album she was paging through,
and set her coffee down. She looked her new daughter directly in
the eye. "Well, you've had all morning to explore your own
feminine body rather than some movie stars. Have you learned
anything?"
Jack just shook her head. How could she expect her to talk about
something like that. Gosh mom, I never thought I'd have the
chance to inspect a real hymen - thanks for letting me do it
first hand?
"About what I said." Jack broached the subject nervously.
"About needing more time?" she smiled wickedly.
"You can't really count that as consent." Jack objected.
"The statement 'I need more time', especially in hot and heavy
breathing, would be interpreted by most people as a request."
She countered while flipping to another page of the photo album.
"You said I could change back when I wanted to." Jack tried
switching to a different tack.
"Only after you are acclimated." she reminded him. "You have
_not_ acclimated."
"That's for sure." Jack commented staring at her nails.
"Whatever possessed me to paint my nails?"
"That would have been the Training Wheels." Laurie explained "I
gave you some of Scully's thought patterns and habits. I
actually alternated between physical changes and slipping in
little mental assists. "
"Like what else?" Jack queried.
"As in last night you knew when your hair was a mess, young
lady." Laurie pointed at Jack's new black hair. "That needs
brushing before you even think of showing your face anywhere."
Jack shuddered at the thought of showing this new face anywhere.
Still it was probably something that was better left unsaid. "I
take it that the 'Training Wheels' are gone?"
"Those were Scully things - you have to learn how to be your own
woman, Jacqueline. That's how we all manage it." Laurie
explained, pausing to look at the photo album again. "Still I
_might_ decide that you were only giving provisional consent.
Should you ever want to be male again I'm not sure I want to set
the precedent that consent can be obtained after you get the
girl on the edge of orgasm."
"You _might_ consider it provisional?" Jack jumped at the
chance. Still she had to be careful. She knew that when her
mother said she _might_ do something it meant that she had
further points for Jack to listen to first.
"Even with an eight hour extension you continued to explore only
the physical aspects directly related to sex." Jacqueline could
recognize that her mother was now in lecture mode. "Do you
really believe that life for a woman is about getting laid and
having orgasms? I expected you to learn far more."
"Mother, you were throwing the changes at me every fifteen
minutes. I couldn't even finish looking at one thing before two
others were already changed!" Jack protested.
"I did notice a lot of nail polish remover was gone." Laurie
conceded. "Maybe I should have provided the training wheels on
How to paint your nails at the same time as the idea that they
needed to be painted."
"Well I can't possibly learn anything about what really being a
woman at a pace like that. If you want me to find out any of
these 'sacred' truths I'll need more time."
Oh shit, Jack things to herself. Her mother's grin left no
doubts. She savored her victory while gazing longingly at the
photo album again.
"So how long before I'm acclimated enough to be turned back."
Jacqueline asked, resigning herself to the fact that it was now
her name for at least awhile.
"Oh, I don't know. At least a year." her mother replied sipping
on her coffee.
"A Year! But what about school?"
"Don't worry, records are easy to take care of." she reassured
new daughter.
Jacqueline sighed realizing she had no choice. "Well, I suppose
I could stand a year."
Laurie finished her coffee without comment. Jacqueline suddenly
realized she didn't recognize the photo album her mother had
been looking through all morning.
"Do you want to take a look?" Laurie offered, spinning it "I've
kept it safe all these years."
Jacqueline took the album and started looking. They were old
family photos. He could recognize his grandmother from when she
was about Mom's age. But who was the teenage boy? He didn't
remember any uncles.
Oh shit, suddenly he knew who the pictures were of.
"Grandmother gave you an initiation too?" she asked.
Laurie nodded. "But if anyone asks, that's your Uncle Larry.
They don't have to know that he doesn't exist anymore."
"How long were you stuck as Larry?" Jacqueline asked.
"Those were taken when I was almost eighteen, about three years
before you were born." Laurie explained. "The 'initiation' was a
graduation present from my mother. It took me three years for me
to learn enough Magick to do a Transformation Spell. Oh, did I
forget to mention that you will have to apply the reverse
Transformation Spell yourself?"
Jacqueline gulped. If it had taken her mom two years she knew it
would take her at least three. She was going to be female
through college. She did not like this one bit at all.
"Wait a second," Jacqueline started running over the numbers
aloud "If it took you three years to learn how to transform
yourself back, how could you have had me when you were twenty
one?"
"Jacqueline, I certainly hope you know how babies are made,
especially since it effects you far more directly now."
"No," she replied "How could you be turned into a guy when you
were eighteen, take three years to learn how to turn yourself
back, then meet dad, get married, get pregnant and give birth to
me nine months later?"
"The truth is out there. "Laurie answered "There should be
enough Scully left in you to come up with a _rational_
explanation."
Oh god, Jacqueline just sat there numbly. "It took you three
years to learn _how_ to use the Transformation Spell, but you
never did _use_ it, did you?"
"Not until last night, darling daughter of mine." Laurie
explained "I'm sure you can figure it out just as quickly. You
know what they say - Like Mother, Like Daughter. And we both had
a lot of catching up to do."
"I'm not going to be pulled in just because you were!"
Jacqueline stared icily. "I want to learn what I have to know as
quickly as possible. I don't want to be female a month longer
that I have to!"
"That's your choice."Laurie conceded "But you won't like some of
the lessons required, especially if you really want to take them
immediately."
"Just as long as it can really be done and over with in a year."
Jacqueline seethed. "You had better not have been lying about
that."
"Now Jacqueline, I never lied to Jack, and I won't lie to you. It
can most assuredly be done in a single year." Laurie assured her
daughter.
Of course, Laurie added to herself. You'll have to acclimate
very quickly, since the most intricate portion of the
Transformation Spell can only be learned while in the delivery
room, and the final nuances while nursing your newborn.
Yes there was _just_ enough time to get it done in a year. But
she certainly hoped Jacqueline would show more constraint than
that. She didn't want any bozo for a son-in-law, and would
personally like to wait at least until she was 50 before
becoming a Grandmother.
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Copyright 1997: "Caitlin B." <caitlinb@concentric.net> .
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