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Here's a new story I've been doing for a friend.  It's going to be a
multi-parter, but I will warn you all ahead of time that it may take awhile
for subsequent parts to be posted.  But I PROMISE that it will be finished!
It may just take some time, s'all...

   Comments are welcomed, and flames will be ignored.

   If you are not allowed to read mature/adult material, then don't read
this.

   Curses!

   by RanmaKun aka Char updated by Josh



   "Ladies and gentlemen, the store will be closing in five minutes. 
Please bring your selections to the register for purchase now.  Thank you."
blared the crackling store intercom.  James winced at the sound of His
voice through the microphone and quickly turned it off.  Turning around to
look at the line forming in front of his register, he groaned inwardly. 
All the women were middle-aged, overweight, and glaring at James like it
was his fault they had to buy lingerie from a male salesman.

   He couldn't help it.  At 17, there weren't a lot of jobs available and
so he had taken this job.  "Not one good-looking dame among them," thought
James as he fell into the monotony of ringing up sales.  "What's the good
in working in a lingerie store if you never see any good looking---" he
stopped in mid-thought as his last customer stepped forward.

   She was no more than 18 or 19 years old, and every inch of her body was
bursting with healthy vitality.  Her long red hair fell down past her waist
in a cascade of scarlet locks.  Her fair skin was flushed a bright pinks
from the long, hot wait in line.  She held up a black satin teddy and a
white lace merrywidow in her hands.

   "Do you have dressing rooms where I can try these on?  I need to know if
they'll fit before I buy them." she cooed in a manner that made James'
heart pound.  He stammered a reply.  " Uh, sure...they're right there
towards the back of the store.  Let me show you...uh...right this way."

   He led her to the back wall where the rickety slat-door changing rooms
were.  Waiting outside the door nervously while she changed, he noticed a
missing slat in the door.  Positioned in just the strategic spot, it would
allow him to peek on the girl if he was standing right in front of the door
looking down.  Flustered at this opportunity, he decided to chance it and
inched forward so that he stood in just the right spot.  Glad of the
opportunity that his height gave him, James smiled and looked down the
slats at the luscious body behind the door.  "Oh right!  What a view!" he
thought as the girl bent over and took off her panties.  When she turned
around, he could see that she had shaved her sex, and that right between
her navel and her mons was a very realistic tattoo of a black cat.  He was
so entranced in the wondrous vision before him that he didn't notice that
he had started to lean forward towards the door.

   With a crash, he fell over and through the rickety door.  Squealing, the
girl stood and gaped at the clumsy gawk on the floor in front of her.  Her
squealing stopped when she realized that James was staring wide-eyed at her
naked body.  She glared at him.  "You were peeking at me!" she exclaimed.
James continued to stare at the strategically placed tattoo.  "That is an
incredibly gorgeous pussy," he finally said in a very blank tone.  Her eyes
narrowed and it was then that James noticed how incredibly green they were.
"No eyes should be that green," he thought.  Suddenly ashamed he averted
his eyes down and found himself staring at her "pussy".

   "So you like my 'pussy', eh?  Well, how would you like one of your own?
I can get you one..." she spat.

   "No thanks, miss...uh...Tattoos really aren't my style...uh...shall I
ring you up?" stammered James as he backed towards the register.

   "Get back here!" she yelled as she lunged at him.  At 6'2" and 216
pounds, James never expected that she would be able to move him, but she
did.  Picking him up by the neck with one hand, she slung him over her
shoulder and carried him back to the changing rooms.  Shocked and surprised
more than hurt, James just fell limp.

   "Since you liked my 'pussy' so much, I'll give you one of your very own!
Just think of all the fun you'll have!  Haa haa haa haa!" she chattered. 
Grabbing James by the hair, she pulled and yanked.  Strange as it as it
seemed it hurt although it didn't tear out.  It just continued getting
longer as she pulled.  As she pulled and yanked, James felt a strange
slipping sensation, like his legs and torso were shrinking as his hair got
longer.  The sensation increased and James felt a tugging in his groin as
she continued to pull his hair.  There was a slight resistance, and then
James felt a popping sensation.  His hard cock was being pulled inside his
body with each jerk of his hair.  All the while, the girl continued to pull
on his hair while laughing maniacally.

   Looking down between his legs, James saw only a scruffy little patch of
dark brown hair as his penis disappeared from sight and was gone!  His
testicles were yanked up forming large pussy lips!  Somehow, that
little...witch had given him a pussy!  There, she laughed now you have one
of your own.  Dazed and confused, James slumped down on the seat in the
changing room as she gathered up her things to leave.  A wicked smile came
on her face as she said to him, "now you will know just what it feels like
to be stared at"!

   The phone was ringing, as she left for the checkout counter.  James got
up, only he was not James anymore.  His entire body felt different.  He
needed to get dressed into something.  The woman ripped his clothes off
leaving him totally naked.  Instead of the shirt, tie, and slacks he had
been wearing, he was attired in nothing at all.  Well there is not much
choice in the mater he thought to himself.

   Looking around where he was sitting saw the things that she tried on
lying on the floor.  Leaning over he picked up a pair of black panties. 
Holding them by the waistband in front of him sighed and resigned himself
to the fact that the comfortable briefs he normally wore would not do. 
Turning them around lowered them to his small feet and stepped into them.
Quickly sliding the panties over his small shapely legs, hoping no one
might notice his predicament.  They seemed to fit perfectly as he tugged
them over his smooth round bottom.

   There was a sudden flush of excitement flooding over him.  Just knowing
moments before the woman who did this to him had them on her body.  Heart
pounding fear crept in as two very large breast moved in opposite
directions in response to the way he moved.

   Turning towards the mirror, he braced himself for his reflection.  He
was definitely shorter now.  Where before he stood 6'2", he was now barely
5'1".  He tried to guess how much weight he had lost.  He guessed that he
weighed no more than half his previous weight.  His short brown hair was
replaced with long wavy locks of light chestnut curls that fell past his
buttocks.  All the facial hair he had tried so hard to grow into a goatee
was gone---replaced by a smooth pointed chin.  His skin smooth had no
blemishes whatsoever.  His eyes were soft and doe-like...big pools of deep
brown...with full curled lashes.  Rich, full lips gaped in amazement on his
face where his rugged mouth used to be.

   His whole body had changed shape radically.  His breasts were not overly
large, but were perfectly suited for the petite frame he now possessed.

   He fondled them and examined their shape.  They sat firmly on his chest,
the nipples were brown and very wide in diameter, and were raised in a sort
of conical shape off of the actual breasts themselves.  He guessed them to
about a 32B.

   His shoulders had lost some of their bulk, and he guessed they had
shrunk to match his waist and hips.  James explored the rest of his changed
body.  His waistline had shrunk to about 24 inches, and his hips had
swelled to become 35 inches around.  "Those are definitely child bearing
hips." he thought.

   Exploring further, he ran his hands through the small patch of wispy
brown pubic hair that covered his mons and labia.  As he did so, he felt a
slight dampness at the inner lips that covered his vagina.  Sticking his
fingers inside, he played them along the edges of the lips and shivered
when he found what must be his clitoris hidden in the top folds of his
labia.  Stroking himself repeatedly, James found himself getting more and
more aroused.  Within moments, he had brought himself to orgasm.  The
feelings were intense and lasted for what seemed to be minutes at a time.
James moaned and bucked his hips as the sensations grew in intensity and
then finally subsided.

   As he relaxed and caught his breath, he realized that the phone was
still ringing.  Staggering to the phone, he picked up the receiver. 
"Hello?" he said and realized with horror that his voice was a high pitched
soprano and whomever was calling for James would wonder who this girl was.

   "Hi, Jamie.  It's Mom.  What have you been doing?  You were supposed to
be off work hours ago!  You already missed dinner and all your boyfriends
have been calling for you since noon.  When will you be back?" responded
the familiar voice of his mother.  James mind raced.  This had to have
changed things in history so that he was born a girl.  That was the only
explanation for why his Mom was talking to him like he WAS a girl.  "Uhm,
sorry Mom, I got delayed with some work here and got so tired I must have
dozed off.  I'll be home soon." he hastily replied.

   He hung up quickly before she asked him anything else.  "Damn!  I'm
stuck as a woman!" he swore.

   Must finish getting dressed he mumbled to himself.  Leaning over picked
up a bra the woman discarded held it up much like the panties a few moments
before.  "Well I wonder if it fits right," he thought as he placed one arm
in the shoulder strap then the other.  It was obvious that the cups were
too big as he leaned over filling his breasts with them.  "Oh well it will
have to do for now" as he reached around fasting the hooks in back.

   Standing up to face the mirror once more, his hands cupped the front to
see just how much was lacking filling them.  Suddenly that same flush of
excitement flooded him again as if a curse was taking hold.  To his
amazement his breasts started to swell until the cups were filled out
perfectly.  His heart began to race once more in fear of being discovered
like this.

   "Got to get out of here fast" he thought to himself.  Picking up the
skirt slid it over his bottom fasting the button on the side and zipping it
up.  Next, in a hurry he put on a blouse buttoning it as he went for the
door.

   The drive home was uneventful, but James kept expecting someone to point
at him and shout out he was a man in drag.  His driver's license changed
along with him and gave his name as Jamie Layton.  It was hard, but he
eventually realized that for the time being, he would have to get used to
being a woman.  Thinking of himself as a woman wasn't hard when he looked
in the rearview mirror though, and saw himself reflected as a girl that he
would have jumped eagerly as a guy.  There was no getting around that
figure and face---he was a woman.

   When she got home, she rushed past the rest of the family and went up to
her room.  It was different, but like her body, kept a basic resemblance to
her old male self.  Photos were still up; albeit with Jamie rather than
James; posters stayed the same, as did any items of personal interest.

   The bedsheets, curtains, and wallpaper were definitely feminine.  It was
all in shades of pink and fuschia.

   Opening her closet, she saw that they were filled to bursting with
girl's clothes.  Some of it was fairly unisex, some items were obviously
frilly and feminine---for work and such, she assumed.  The section right in
front though disturbed Jamie more than anything else.  Most of it was
skimpy, provocative MTV style street wear that signaled SEX!  SEX!  SEX! 
Jamie didn't know if she liked this version of herself.  "I hope I'm not
some kind of slut," she thought.

   The phone rang and awoke her from her thoughts.  From downstairs her
Mother's voice called out "Honey, it's for you!  It's your darling Hugh!"
Trembling with curiosity, she picked up the receiver...I wonder if I made
love to him?

   

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