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                  TG: It's Hard to be a Man (9/?)

	Time for a little list of the characters, so those who 

haven't read the earlier parts for awhile know who is who.

	Patrick - Until a few days ago, a sexist pig of a man. Now, 
unless he concentrates really hard, his body turns female. He 
has started an affair with Hank while pretending to be his own 
cousin.

	Amanda - His ex-girlfriend and the woman accidentally
responsible for Patrick's predicament. In a previous life, she was 
an Irish priestess.

	Abigail - She runs an occult bookshop and is the only one 
who has the knowledge to break Patrick's curse.

	Hank - Patrick's deputy and a close friend. They share the 
same attitude of women. He has unwittingly become Patrick's lover 
after Patrick pretended to be his own cousin, 'Rebecca'.

	Ian - The most junior member in Patrick's advertising team.

	Susan - Another member of Patrick's team and a friend of
Ian's.

	My website is at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/2525.
There you'll find out a little about me and where my stories are
archived. If you are an author of TG stories and you would like to put
a similar page up on that site, let me know.

	This story is copyright 1998 by Stephanie. All rights
reserved. You may repost or store this story on your website as long
as the work is not altered or charged for.

	As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if
you are under the age of eighteen.

                  It's Hard to be a Man Part Nine
                               by
                            Stephanie

	"And I thought I couldn't be surprised anymore," Amanda said,
shell-shocked. She turned to Abigail who was negotiating her car back
towards her shop. "Are you sure of this?"

	"Yes!" Abigail replied for the third time. "I wouldn't have
pulled you out from your office like that if I wasn't certain."

	"I just can't believe it. Patrick and Hank together...having
sex. And he doesn't want to break the curse?"

	"It's...worse than that. He wants to stay female and marry Hank."

	"MARRY HANK!?!" Amanda almost screamed.

	"Ow! Mind my eardrums!"

	"Sorry." Amanda tried to find something coherent to say. "Neither
Hank or Patrick are the marrying type. Why did Patrick change his mind so
fast?"

	"He's been trying to control his new body all week. Like someone
driving a new car they can't quite handle yet. Unfortunately, he crashed
before he could get enough experience, and now he's wandering around in
shock."

	"He's not the only one." Amanda tried to digest all she had been
told. "So you think this is his reaction to making love as a woman? But
why settle on Hank of all people? He's almost as bad as Patrick is, or
was."

	"Perhaps he's acting the way he believes the ideal woman
should?" Abigail suggested.

	"Serves him right if he is." Amanda rubbed her forehead. Now she
was getting a migraine. "So what are we going to do?"

	"Simple," Abigail replied, "we carry on with the ritual as
planned. Patrick doesn't have to do much more than simply be there for
it to work."

	"Which in his current state is the absolutely last place in the
world he'll want to be," Amanda pointed out. "How do we get him there and
keep him there?"

	"That's...something we're going to have to work on." Abigail
replied uncertainly.

		*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	Susan knocked on the door of the bathroom cubicle. "Ian," she
called, "are you okay?"

	"W-what are you doing in the men's room?" came a small voice
from inside.

	"I came to check if you were alright. You've been in there for
twenty minutes!"

	"I'm...ah...fine. You go on ahead and I'll catch you up soon."

	"Okay, Ian." Susan replied. What the hell was up with him? she
thought. "Me and Becky will see you back at the office. Are you sure
everything is okay?"

	"Yep, everything is fine!" Ian replied, trying to sound upbeat,
but only managing to sound terrified. He relaxed slightly as he heard
Susan walk from the room.

	At least he wouldn't have to go out there and face Patrick again.
How had his boss done the impossible and turned himself into a woman? Did
Hank know he was sleeping not with Patrick's cousin, but with Patrick
himself? Probably not, Hank and Patrick were friends, but not that sort
of friends.

	Ian's mind drifted back to the previous Monday night when he had
seen Patrick do the impossible. His boss had been down an alley in a
small occult bookshop when he had changed sex. Ian was certain that was
not a coincidence. Maybe it was run by a witch and she had done it to
him. The idea seemed stupid, but no more absurd than what he had seen
with his own eyes.

	He decided the coast was clear and cautiously opened the stall
door. The men's room was deserted. He quickly moved over to the washroom
door and looked into the restaurant. By opening the door a crack he could
see where he, Susan and 'Becky' had been sitting. Someone else was
sitting there now.

	Ian slipped back into the restaurant and headed for the exit,
checking all around himself for his boss. Back on the street he tried
to decide where to go. He couldn't head back to the office, because
Patrick would be there.

	Perhaps he should check out that shop. Find out what happened to
Patrick, and maybe find a way to reverse what had been done to him.

	It was a short walk to the shop. Looking in through the window
at the piles of occult and New Age books Ian was beginning to question
his judgement. What if whatever had been done to Patrick was done to him?

	He opened the door and jumped three feet in the air when it
triggered a little bell. He stood dead still as he waited to see if
anyone would answer it.

	After several heartbeats he convinced himself that no-one was
coming and edged into the shop. He had to find something to help Patrick.
Carefully he looked around the small bookshop. It was impossible to tell
if any of the books was of any use. He didn't know which ones carried
the information he needed.

	He looked behind the counter. Perhaps the witch kept her
important stuff there.

	"Back away from the cash register," came a voice. A female voice.

	Ian turned in horror to see a woman standing halfway up a narrow
flight of stairs. She had red hair and was dressed like a cross between
a gypsy fortune teller and a hippy. "Don't turn me into a woman!" he
screamed and dived behind the counter.

	Abigail frowned. That was not the normal reaction of a thief.
"What did you say?"

	"I recognize that voice," said Amanda behind her. "It's Ian,
isn't it? You work with Patrick."

	Ian carefully poked his head above the counter. He recognized
the second woman as well. "You're Patrick's latest girlfriend."

	"Latest ex-girlfriend," she corrected him. Amanda moved towards
him and he ducked down. "Look it's alright. We're not going to do
anything to you. We're trying to cure Patrick before he gets into any
more trouble."

	Ian's head popped up again, "Really?"

	"Really. Come on upstairs and we'll explain."

	Ian decided he couldn't risk running in case the red-haired
woman really was a witch. Perhaps if he played it cool he'd be okay.
Reluctantly he followed them upstairs.

		*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	Patrick was in seventh heaven as he walked around the shop. He
had spent the last three quarters of an hour getting a make over and
trying out various cosmetics.

	He had sat around the office for awhile after he and Susan had
got back from the restaurant. Hank was really too busy to pay much
attention to him, but Patrick wasn't annoyed. At least he was close to
the man he loved.

	After an hour, Hank had suggested Patrick should do a little
shopping or something. It'd be much better than hanging around a boring
office waiting for him to finish work. Hank gave Patrick a hundred
dollars as spending money and told him to get something nice.

	Patrick didn't need the money at all, but as far as Hank knew he
was an unemployed girl come to the city to look for a job. He made a
show of trying to refuse the money before accepting it. He made Hank
promise to come around to his apartment as soon as he finished work.
Hank only agreed when he was convinced that 'Becky' would be there alone.

	Patrick had no problem about taking Hank's money. After all, a
husband was supposed to support his wife. Wife. He rolled the word around
his mind as he collected his purchases and set off for the clothing
section of the store. He was going to be Hank's wife!

	He spent nearly all of Hank's money on a bottle of perfume with
a French name. He still had a few hours to kill before Hank finished
work. What better way to spend that time, he thought, than in shopping
for clothes. A woman couldn't have too many clothes, and the ones they
had here were so sexy it made his body tingle. Being a woman was such
fun!

	Quite a while later, Patrick had trouble holding on to all of his
purchases as he made his way to his car. He tripped and almost went
flying. Wearing high-heels took a lot of effort and he wasn't nearly
good enough in them yet. He loaded his new clothes and cosmetics into
the back of his car and gratefully settled into the driving seat. His
legs ached due to his shoes. How did women put up with those things?
Well, he'd just have to work at it until he got it right. The idea of
not wearing high-heeled shoes simply did not occur to him.

	He hadn't mastered the art of driving in them yet either, so he
removed them before he headed back to his apartment. It was nearly
4.00 PM before he finally made it home. It was still a couple of hour
before Hank would finish work. Still, he could use that time to get
ready.

	Patrick could tell something was wrong the second he opened the
door of his apartment. He stood still for a moment, straining to hear
any noise that might be coming from his apartment. "Who's there?" he
called.

	Amanda stepped into the entrance hall and headed over to him. "I
let myself in."

	Patrick gave a relieved smile. "I though I was being robbed for
a moment." He dropped his purchases off in his bedroom and then headed
back to the main room.

	"We need to talk," His ex-girlfriend said.

	"No, we don't." Patrick replied. "I suppose Abigail told you of
what I was planning?"

	Amanda nodded, "And I think I was more shocked than her. The
Patrick I knew would never do this, would be horrified even to
contemplate it."

	"Maybe," Patrick said, "but I'm not Patrick anymore. I'm
Rebecca! Hank's girlfriend. Before too long I'll be his wife!"

	"Patrick, that is not you talking! You've had an extreme shock
and this is your mind trying to compensate. You need help."

	"I'm not mad!" Patrick replied hotly. "I know exactly what I'm
doing!"

	"I'm not saying you're mad," Amanda replied, already in danger
of losing her temper. "You'll thank us for this later."

	Patrick stopped and looked at her suspiciously. "Us?" He saw a
movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to see Abigail emerge
from the kitchen.

	"I'm not happy about doing this either," she said, "but there is
no other way. Ian, secure the door."

	Yet another figure emerged from the kitchen and started edging
around the three women.

	Now Patrick was angry. "What right did you have to tell Ian?!"

	"He worked it out for himself," Abigail replied. "Go on Ian."

	Ian gave Patrick a wide berth and then headed down to the front
door.

	Patrick folded his arms under his breasts and glared at the two
other women. "So what now?"

	"Now we keep you here until past midnight." Abigail replied.
"Then we perform the ritual and break the curse."

	Patrick took a step back. "No! You can't do this! What right do
you have to break up this wonderful thing me and Hank have?!" He stabbed
a finger at Amanda. "You're just jealous. You're only doing this because
I jilted you for Hank!"

	"Dear God," Amanda exclaimed. "He's even more egotistical than
when he was a man. Let's get him into the bedroom."

	Amanda and Abigail moved forward as one and grabbed an arm each.
Together they started to pull Patrick towards his bedroom. He wasn't
going quietly and was fighting them every step of the way.

	"Come on Ian!" Amanda called, "Give us a hand."

	Ian had been standing dumbly watching the fight unfold. He was
still trying to digest the story he had been told. He was glad at least
that Patrick had confirmed the story was true in the way he had acted
towards Abigail and Amanda.

	He moved towards Patrick and tried to work out where he could
hold him and cause the least embarrassment to either of them. It was
really disturbing him how much Patrick's new form was attractive to him.
His boss really did make a very sexy woman.

	Ian waited until he was sure he wouldn't get kicked and then
grabbed Patrick's legs. Ian's boss struggled and cursed, but the three
working together could just hold him.

	"What do we do with him?" Ian asked as he held on to Patrick's
shapely legs desperately. His head was pressed against Patrick's stomach
and he tried to ignore how close he was to his boss's feminine crotch.

	"Into his bedroom," Amanda replied.

	They manhandled Patrick into his own bedroom. While Amanda and
Ian held him down on the bed Abigail gathered a few of the belts from
the large pile of female clothes he had bought.

	The belts made good straps and they soon had his hands and feet
tied around the legs of the bed. Patrick was stuck spread-eagled and was
unable to move.

	He glared up at his captors, "When I get out of this I'm going
to fucking kill every last one of you!"

	"Well," remarked Amanda, "at least some of the old Patrick is
still in there. You keep quiet or we'll gag you."

	"I really am sorry about all this, Patrick." Abigail told him.
"I wish it hadn't come to this, but you will thank us for this later."

	Patrick just glared angrily at her.

	She looked away, "Yes, well. Amanda, you and I need to start
preparing for the ritual. You need to be word perfect when we do it for
real." She turned to Ian, "You stay here and keep an eye on Patrick."

	"Me?" Ian said worriedly.

	"There's no-one else who can. Amanda and I are going to be busy.
You'll be okay."

	The two women headed back to the main room to prepare for the
ritual. Ian avoided Patrick's gaze and sat down in a chair.

	Ian was beginning to regret ever getting involved over the
mystery of Patrick's transformation. It was far too late to back out
now. Anyway, overbearing boss that Patrick was, Ian couldn't just walk
away and leave him as a lovesick bimbo. He looked up to see Patrick
struggling on the bed. 

	"Ian?" his transformed boss said. "If you don't release me, NOW,
you're fired. Do you understand that? Fired!"

	"Patrick, please relax. It'll be over soon." Ian said, trying to
be reassuring. He knew that if Patrick's mind didn't return to normal
after the curse was lifted he'd lose his job. This was just getting
worse and worse.

	Patrick looked at him, "But I don't want it to be over. I'm a
sexy girl. Do you have any idea how this body feels. Not just on the
outside, but on the inside. Nothing else comes close."

	Ian looked down at Patrick stretched out on the bed. It was a
fantastic body, he had to admit. In any other situation he'd be trying
to get to know the girl a lot better.

	He watched, spellbound, as Patrick continued to struggle against
his bonds. His eyes drank in Patrick's shapely body, from the breasts
that rolled and moved under the revealing dress, down to the long,
shapely legs struggling to break free. The movements grew less frantic
and more sensuous, almost as if Patrick was enjoying it.

	Ian looked up to see Patrick smiling broadly at him. With great
relish, Patrick breathed the words "take me."

	Ian jumped as if he had been stung and retreated over to the
window. His face reddened with embarrassment as he heard Patrick laugh
softly. He was almost painfully aware of the erection in his pants. He
wanted that woman so badly, but 'she' was Patrick, his boss!

	"I wouldn't worry about it, Ian." Patrick said with an amused
tone in his voice. "It's perfectly natural for a body like mine to get
you all hot and hard."

	"It's not natural at all!" Ian retorted.

	"Perhaps, but I can tell how much you want me. It's written all
over your face."

	"Shut up!" Ian turned to look out of the window. He checked his
watch. It was still more than seven hours to midnight and he was mentally
exhausted already.

	Patrick said nothing more. After several minutes Ian had enough
courage to turn around and face Patrick again. He was surprised to see
that Patrick had fallen asleep. How could he fall asleep under conditions
like that? Probably didn't get much rest the previous night, when he was
with Hank, Ian thought.

	Ian shook his head and sighed. He still couldn't believe it.
Hank obviously couldn't tell the difference. Ian wondered if he could.
If he had been making love to a magically transformed man, would he have
been able to tell if, behind the bountiful breasts and soft skin, lived
the soul of a man?

	No wonder Patrick had gone nuts. Ian doubted he would deal with
it better if he woke with feminine lips between his legs instead of his
manhood. Or if his chest suddenly held two sensuous globes. His erection
was uncomfortably tight in his pants and his mouth was dry.

	He stared at Patrick for several long minutes. Finally, he came
to a decision and he moved his chair closer to the bed. Being very
careful not to wake Patrick, Ian leaned over and breathed in the scent
of the sleeping woman.

	Ian shivered uncontrollably. Even the smell cried out with sex
appeal. He looked up at the door to check no-one was there. Then he
carefully held his hand barely above one of Patrick's breasts. He was so
close to it that he imagined he could feel Patrick's body heat.

	He looked up at Patrick's face, and almost died of fright when he
saw his boss's eyes were open.

	Patrick smiled and whispered "It's alright. Go ahead."

	Ian wavered for a moment before giving in to his desires. Slowly,
he brought his hand down to cup Patrick's soft flesh. Patrick groaned
sensuously as Ian caressed him. Ian could feel Patrick's aroused nipple
pushing into his palm.

	His confidence grew, and he started to massage Patrick's breast.
At that moment he wanted to have Patrick more than any other woman he
had ever been with. His boss might once have been a man, but now he was
the embodiment of feminine sensuality.

	He slipped his hand inside Patrick's dress to get better access.
Patrick hadn't bothered with a bra that morning, preferring to let his
breasts swing free. Patrick's skin was so smooth and unblemished it only
made Ian want him more

	"Ohh, that feels so good," Patrick said dreamily.

	Ian looked up at Patrick's face. There was no hint of masculinity
in that face. Nothing that could point to Patrick's formally male status.
Slowly he leaned over and their lips met.

	Ian felt as if he had gotten an electric shock from Patrick and
the kiss rapidly grew more passionate. Patrick's lips opened, inviting
Ian's tongue into his mouth. By now Ian was leaning over Patrick and his
erection was pressing into the transformed man under him.

	Finally they broke for air. Patrick looked at the aroused man on
top of him, he was keenly aware of how far Ian had fallen under his
spell. "Could you undo my right hand, my love." he asked.

	"I shouldn't," Ian said, but without any force.

	"I won't be going anywhere while you're with me, will I?"

	Ian caught the double meaning and swallowed. "I suppose it can't
hurt." He reached up and quickly undid the belt holding Patrick's right
hand.

	Patrick's free hand ran softly down the side of Ian's face, and
then headed downwards. It eagerly grabbed at the hard lump in Ian's
jeans.

	Ian needed no further encouragement and undid his own belt. He
was shaking now and beyond much rational thought. This beautiful
creature, that used to be a man, but was now a woman, wanted him!

	Patrick was rougher now, more urgent, pulling Ian's jeans open
and down. His shorts quickly followed.

	Patrick's eyes widened with lust as he saw Ian's penis, erect in
all its glory. "Closer, closer." he urged.

	Ian kneeled over Patrick the best he could with his jeans and
pants round his ankles and edged forward. Patrick pulled him closer
still. It was all Ian could do to stop himself from reaching orgasm when
Patrick's hot, velvet-soft mouth closed on his hot and hard length.

	Patrick's hand gripped Ian's ass and his nails dug in, but the
young man was past caring. The hand controlled the speed of thrusting
and only removed itself when Ian had settled into the rhythm Patrick
wanted.

	Ian had to lean forwards to allow his penis easy access to
Patrick's eager mouth. He was gripping on to the backboard of the bed and
trying to retain enough self-control to avoid crying out. The fact that
there were two women in the next room who must not find out what he was
doing only heightened his excitement.

	He felt himself building to the inevitable explosion and he did
his best to keep it at bay for as long as possible. Patrick's tongue
flicked over the head of his penis and he lost the battle against his
orgasm. He gave a strangled, quiet cry and pumped his seed into Patrick's
mouth.

	Then, just as he was recovering, he was suddenly thrown backwards
and off the bed, slamming his head into a wardrobe as he hit the floor.
He gave a cry of pain and confusion. He put his hand to his throbbing
head and tried to work out what had happened.

	Patrick was sitting upright on the bed working feverishly at the
two belts restraining his legs. He must have freed his other hand when he
was sucking me off, Ian realized.

	"Sorry," Patrick told him as he worked, "you're very cute and I
really didn't want to do that."

	He tried to struggle to his feet, but Patrick was free. Ian could
only watch as Patrick wiped some cum from the side of his mouth, and then
grabbed his handbag.

	"Ian?" came Abigail's voice from the hallway. "What's going on."

	Patrick wasted no time leaping from the room and running to the
front door. From the confused yelling and cursing it was obvious to Ian
that Patrick had made a clean getaway.

	Some moments later, Amanda prowled into the bedroom looking very
angry. "What the hell hap--?" she started before she saw Ian collapsed
on the floor.

	Ian finally managed to struggle to his feet. It was only then
that he remembered his jeans were around his ankles. He quickly tried to
pull them up as Amanda, now joined by Abigail, could only stare on in
disbelief.

	"You sick bastard!" Amanda exclaimed. "What the hell were you
thinking! That was Patrick!"

	Ian tried to think of something to say and failed.

	Amanda hadn't finished yet. "I just can't believe this! Did you
like doing it with a man? Perhaps you should be a woman like him. In
fact, I wish mmfff!"

	Abigail held her hand tightly over Amanda's mouth. "Let's not
risk creating another problem, okay?"

	Amanda nodded slowly and Abigail took her hand away. She thought
about continuing her tirade against Ian's stupidity, but decided to storm
out instead. "Men! Absolutely nothing but trouble!" she said angrily as
she left. Abigail hurried after her.

	Ian turned and looked down at the bed and tried to sort out his
emotions. He had known all the time that it was Patrick, but it hadn't
seemed to bother him.

	Patrick was laughing as he drove away. That had been a very close
call, but nothing would stop him being the woman he undoubtedly was. He
felt bad about what had happened with Ian for two reasons. The first was
that he had cheated on Hank, his future husband. The second reason was
that Ian was a really cute guy. Patrick thought that if it wasn't for
Hank he'd could really go for him.

	As soon as he felt he was far enough away from home to be safe
he stopped and pulled out his mobile phone. "Hank? It's me, Becky. Slight
change of plans. I'll meet you at your place."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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