From 8y6y0.labrat@onr.com Sat Apr 26 22:37:06 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!sprint!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!newsout1.alt.net!news1.alt.net!news-out.internetmci.com!newsfeed2!news.onr.com!usenet From: 8y6y0.labrat@onr.com (Karen Mitchell) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Story - Gownshop.txt Date: Sat, 26 Apr 1997 21:37:06 -0500 Organization: Onramp Access, Inc. 512-322-9200 Lines: 1835 Message-ID: <SvrYzY9GA0ma092yn@onr.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: onramp9-1.onr.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit My address now contains a 5 character random string to help stop email spam which will need to be removed before replying. I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now. Sorry about the forged header, but it does help keeping down on the junk mail. Karen Mitchell ***From FEMINET BRIDAL GOWN I was in a major city on a business trip when my appointments for the day were canceled, so I headed back to my motel room to practice on my makeup techniques. After showering I got out my laciest bra and fastened it around my chest and placed the masectomy pads into place, the weight pulling on the straps sent shivers through my body and my male organ started to rise, I knew that by the time that I would be ready for the panties it would be soft again with little droplets of pre-come dripping off. I got out my razor and shaved as close as I could. While waiting for the sting to go away, I placed my shoulder length wig into place and laid out the rest of my outfit . Applying the foundation, my beard shadow started to disappear, and I knew that by the time I was finished that all traces of it would be gone. Next was the eye shadow: I selected green and silver for high lighting followed by mascara. Just a trace of blush and pink lipstick completed my face, so it was onto the nails. I really prefer the wet look, so I am still experimenting, trying to find that polish that is just right. I selected a British Coat Red from Loreal. After it dried, I put on my waist cincher and pulled up my Haines stockings and attached the six garters that would hold them. I had a hard time selecting which of my panties to wear; finally I picked out a pair of lavender lace bikinis. As I said earlier, my penis had softened, but it was dripping with pre-come. Using my finger, I cleaned off the drips and put my finger to my mouth. It tasted so good, I wished there were a woman to share it with. Pulling my panties into place held my penis in place I reached between my legs and fastened the three clasps on the crotch of the waist cincher. As my floor-length slip fell into place, every nerve in my body was awake, knowing that at some point that night, I would put my hand inside my panties and rub until the satin material was wet with my come. All that was left for me was to put on my dress and shoes. My dress was one of three bridal gowns, with a high collar and long sleeves, and a detachable train . I reached up behind me and slid the zipper closed, and looked into the mirror. I never tire of seeing myself this way. As a matter of fact, this time was a special time, as I could feel some of my body fluid passing through and getting my panties damp. I reached out to get my shoes and place them on my feet. As I stood and started to walk around the room, my pleasure increased from the fact that I had little difficulty in managing on the three inch heels. As I said earlier, I own three bridal gowns, so you can see what I like about dressing as a woman. It seems as if you can never have enough, so I decided to try to find a bridal shop that will allow me try on a new gown. One thing that I have found is that it is best to call before going into a place and telling them what you want. It saves embarrassment for all parties involved. I got out the yellow pages and started calling dress shops. After about six calls, I found four that would allow me to use their dressing rooms on the following day. I spent the remainder of that day dressed and watched television. That night, as I got ready for bed it was difficult not to wrap my hand on my shaft and stroke it until it issued forth its load of sperm. I even put on my sanitary belts and panty liner, just in case my emotions got the best of me during the night. I awoke early in the morning, and removed my nail polish and put on a pair of slacks and shirt. After packing my lingerie that I would need in order to try on bridal gowns, as a last thought I packed a pantie liner. The first shop that I visited only had one gown that appealed to me at all, and when I tried it on, it was a little loose and the seamstress didn't want to alter it. In fact, she wouldn't even come in the room with me there. So it was on to Sheri's Bridal Shop where the reception was not only warmer but the selection of gowns was a lot better. I picked out three gowns to start with, and went into the dressing room. After getting changed into my female attire, I started trying on the gowns that I had selected. The first two would not fit, as they were too small. The third one fit, but I didn't like the the way it looked, so the sales lady that was assisting me offered to return the three to the rack and bring in a couple more gowns. I heard the door open, so I turned to see what she was bringing in. I am not sure who was more shocked - the two new customers, or the sales lady that was assisting them. We all stood there for a moment and then I started to move to cover up - I don't know what. The sales lady made excuses about a costume for a play, and the two new customers just stood there staring. They closed the door and I could hear them moving into the next room. My sales lady returned with three more gowns, and a load of apologies. This set of gowns was a little better. I picked out two that I wanted to buy, so they called the seamstress come to do the final fitting. After she finished, I paid for the two dresses. The seamstress promised that they will be ready by 8:00 that night, and I left to get a bite of lunch. I couldn't believe my luck when I looked up from the menu: Coming thru the door was one of two girls that walked in on me back at Sheri's. Maybe she wouldn't see me and I could avoid any further embarrassment. She started for a table by the front window, when she spotted me at the back of the room. Smiling, she turned toward my table and I braced myself for who knows what. As she approached, I thought I might as well enjoy the view. She was about 5'- 4", and I would guess about 135 pounds, with auburn red hair and a really nice pair of lungs. The skirt that she was wearing was as red as her hair, and the blouse was a see-thru fabric. I could see the lace of her teddie underneath. As she stopped at my table, my heart was about to explode because I just knew she was going to do something to embarrass me...And I found myself thinking about what I would like to do with her breasts, and I was trying hard not to think of the mound where her legs came together and the skin folds in. Her first words were to introduce herself as Carol, and she wanted to know if she could join me. I managed to stammer out a yes, and she slid into the booth opposite me. I must have been staring pretty hard at her lacey teddy, because her next question was whether I liked her lingerie as much as my expression was saying. I apologized, and tried to keep my eyes where they wouldn't get me in trouble. We quit talking quit for a couple of minutes, and then the waitress came and took our orders, so we at least got our lunch ordered. Carol wanted to know my name, so I give her my male first name, and she commented to me that it was a strange name for someone buying a bridal gown. I turned red, and started to make an excuse about a costume for a play. She started to laugh, and when I asked her what was so funny, she said, "you". Then she explained that anyone that looked so good in a slip and heels, combined with the way I was looking at her clothes, had more than a costume for a play on "her" mind. It shocked me to hear her refer tome in the feminine gender, but at the same time it pleased me. I told her that when I was dressed, I used the name Tammie. By this time, our food had arrived, so we didn't do a lot of talking as we ate our lunch. As I reached out to the bill for the lunch, Carol wanted to know what I had planned for the rest of the afternoon. I figured I might as well tell her...she already knew more than most people. So I explained that there were two more bridal shops that had agreed to let me use their dressing rooms. As we walked to the front of the restaurant, she stepped up close and whispered into my ear that she would like to accompany Tammie on her search for that special gown. I am not sure if the the other patrons at the restaurant could see my crimson face, but it sure felt hot. The thought of of a beautiful women being with me as I tried on gowns certainly had its appeal, so I said that I was sure that Tammie would like her assistance. After paying the bill, we walked out hand in hand, on to the next bridal shop. The selection at Bridal World was a lot better, so I picked five gowns to try on. As I started for the dressing room, Carol started to follow me. I wasn't quite prepared to have her watch me changing into to my bra and panties yet, so I suggested that she might want to look at bridesmaid's dresses, and then join me. She really went for that idea, so I hurriedly made the change-over. By the time she had selected a couple of gowns, I was already in the first dress. As Carol started to undress to try on her first selection, I was watching with hungry anticipation of what she was wearing under her skirt. I was really disappointed to see panty hose and plain old cotton briefs. She must have been reading my mind, because she commented that she would have dressed sexier if she had known that she would be showing off for someone who would appreciate it. After we had tried on all of our selections, we chose one gown each. I was lucky in that the one that I wanted fit without any changes. Carol's would need a little work that she felt she could do. Now it was on to the last shop before returning to Sheri's for the final fitting on the two gowns that I had picked out that morning. Seeing as I had doubled the number of bridal gowns that I owned, I decided to try on floor-length gowns at the Bride's Palace, and Carol was going to do the same. We had made our selection and were headed for the dressing room when the sales lady, Joan, called Carol back for something. I went ahead and started to get dressed, and as I pulled up my panties, I noticed that I was starting to pass some pre-come. To protect my panties, I put on the pantie liner that I had brought with me. After snapping the waist cincher into place, I was pulling the slip over my head when Carol walked in. She noticed the wrapper from the liner, and asked if it was my time of the month. I explained that I thought that it was just too much excitement, and that I should not start for another week. She showed me what Joan had called her back for: a very nice lace garter belt, matching panties, and nylon stockings. As I put on my first dress, Carol stripped off her hose and cotton panties. I just couldn't resist sitting down and watching her fasten the garter belt around her waist and pull up the stockings. As she reached behind her leg to fasten them, I told her to wait, and got up and went over and knelt down behind her, taking the garter from her hand, and fastened it for her. After both of the back ones were done, I ran my hands up her legs to be sure that all of the wrinkles were removed. I could feel the pressure building in my panties and could only hope that the valve would hold. I was sure glad that I had put on a liner. Neither of us had heard Joan come in. To say we were surprised when she said something about what a loving couple we appeared to be hardly describes the scene correctly. I assisted Carol into her first gown, and was admiring it when Joan brought over one for me to put on. As it fell into place, she walked up behind me and straightened up the back and pulled up the zipper. Then she reached around and gently held one of my breasts. I let out a gasp as the sensation of the bra being pulled tight went thru my nerves. Carol came over and said that she didn't think it was fair that I had seen her bush, and she still had not seen what was in my panties. She then slid down to her knees, running her hands down the side of my dress until she came to the hem. Taking the hem in one hand, she started to raise it, while with the other hand she massaged my nylon covered legs. When she reached my panties, she unsnapped the waist cincher, and pulled down my panties. Without any delay, she took my rock-hard cock into her mouth, annd rolled her tongue around the head while pumping her mouth back and forth. As my knees got weak, Joan helped me over to a raised platform. Carol stayed with us, never missing a beat. Joan lowered me to the platform, and instructed Carol to help me lay on my back while she got her panties off, as she wanted her pussy licked. So there I was, dressed in a bridesmaid's dress with the skirt up around my waist, getting my cock sucked by a beautiful gal, and about to get my face buried in pussy. How I managed to hang on without coming by then is beyond me. Carol wanted a little attention too, so she swung around, and I start fingering her. Soon she was pushing harder against my finger, and then I could feel her tremors building, as I continued to use my mouth to drive Joan up the scale of passion. All at once Joan was still, and clamped her legs tighter against my face. Then she pulled away. At first I was concerned that I had done something wrong, and then I saw the look on on her face, and could tell that she was satisfied. Carol took a break from sucking on me, and mounted me in a flash. She ground her pussy against me, and I soon filled her insides with my come. -- Karen Mitchell labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com D®From: 4j1i4.labrat@onr.com (Karen Mitchell) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Story - Greatday.txt Date: Sat, 26 Apr 1997 21:39:11 -0500 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Message-ID: <PxrYzY9GAYGW092yn@onr.com> Lines: 253 My address now contains a 5 character random string to help stop email spam which will need to be removed before replying. I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now. Sorry about the forged header, but it does help keeping down on the junk mail. Karen Mitchell ***From FEMINET Hi Babe, I have been thinking about you these past few days. I haved dreamed about what my perfect date with you would be like. I woould like the day to begin early. I would show up around noon to take you shopping. You meet me at the door and I almost fall over as my eyes behold the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Your hair is flowing down around your shoulders. You are wearing a sexy white basque that exposes the soft tanned skin of your breasts. It tapers down to your small waist, and exposes your tanned bellybutton. Those tight jeans you have on really acsentuate your softly rounded hips, and OH! What it dose for that tight ass is beyond imagination. As my eyes move down, looking at the shape of your beautiful legs, I finally stop as I come to your sexy 4" white pumps. I try to snap back to reality, and my eyes return to gaze at your beautiful eyes. The glow in your eyes tells me you want me now. I place my hands on your hips and draw your body up agianst mine. My arms encircle your waist, your breasts press agianst my chest. With each hand I gently squeeze your buns and then lift you till our lips meet. We kiss each other deeply, our tongues dueling with each other. You smell so good, I never want to let go. You finally push me away with a giggle, saying I'll mess up your makeup. You grab my hand saying I'm not getting off that easy, That I promised to take you shopping. It seems like we have been in the car forever, but finally we get to the mall. I jump out of the car and come around and open the door for you, I just cann't wait to get my hands on your body again. With my arm around your waist, and your hand in my back pocket we walk into the mall. We spend all afternoon going from one store to another. It was so much fun seeing you try on clothes. I really like the nighty you got for tonight. That one piece swinsuit I bought you shows more skin than a bikini, and makes your body look so feminine, all the guys in the shop were looking with lust at you while there ladies looked at you with envy. I feel so good knowing you are all mine. I really had a good time in the shoe store, watching the salesman's hand shake as he fitted you with many styles of heels. And seeing your dainty feet is a real turn on. You start complaining about your feet so we go into a small bar&grill, find a seat in the back and sit down. I order us a couple of beers, and we just sit and talk. I place my hand on your thigh and gently massage it. You give me a little wicked smile as my hand moves towards your croch. I see your eyes roll up and you melt into my arms. I begin kissing you, my tongue circles your ear, and your body begins to squirm. My tongue moves down your sexy long neck, but when I make a move to your exposed cleavage you giggle and push me away. I am so hot that we chug our beers and head for home. As soon as we get through the door you crash out on the couch. I drop the packages and sit next to you and pull you to me. I run my hands all over your body as we kiss deeply. I begin to nibble at your neck, taking in the wonderful smell of your body. You begin to moan as my mouth moves to your breasts. They tast so good! With my hands I rub your back until I find the clasp of your basque and undo it. I slowly pull the basque from your body and your breasts burst from their bondage. The contrast between your tanned skin and the white creamy flesh of your breasts. I begin sucking and nibbling at your nipples while they grow larger and harder. You push me away so you can get up and then tell me to remove my pants. I do so and then sit on the couch. You slowly move your head down to my croch and my cock is engulfed by your mouth. You give the best bloww jobs I have ever had. I quickly explode into your mouth and you take it all down. You get up and stand over me. I look up at your beautiful breasts heaving with desire. I see that smile again, only this time with a little cum dripping from your lips. I reach up and unzip your jeans and then reach into your panties. Oh, you feel so hot and wet. I wiggle my hand around until I find your sweet pussy stick. I pull it out of your pants and begin to lick the tip. My tongue moves up and down your shaft, and then begins to circle the head. It is so small and soft, delicate, feminine, I slowly move my lips around the head and then take you all the way in. I love to suck your sweet juices. I undo your jeans and pull them down. But you can't get them off so you fall onto the couch. I slowly remove each shoe, one at a time. Your feet look so dainty, and I love the nail polish. I lick your feet, suck on your toes, but I want something else. I finish pulling your jeans off and then put your pumps back on. I just love to look at your beautiful legs wearing heels. I begin rubbing your legs, they are so smooth. I begin to lick the inside of your thighs. My lips move up to your pussy. You spread your legs and swing them over my shoulders. I push my face into your croch. I part my lips and begin taking you in slowly. I am finally stoped by my nose running into that cute little triangle of hair above your pussy stick. I feel you growing hard in my mouth, you are just going crazy, and begin thrusting your meat into my face. Your body begins to shake wildly, grabbing at your own tits. Suddenly while my hands are holding your ass in the air, I thrust my thumb up your ass. You screem with pleasure as my thumb expands your tight ass. Your cock begings to quiver and pulsate, and then I tast the sweetness of the few drops that hit my thoat. We just lie there trying to regain our energy. It feels nice with my head on your lap, but we have to move if we are going to make that dinner reservation. I stand up, lean over you and then lift you up into my arms. It feels like you have allways belonged there. I carry you into the bedroom and then into the master bath. I walk with you into the shower and turn the water on. As the cold water hits you, you jump from my arms and out of the way of the water. So now I jump out of the way of the water and press my body agianst yours. I have you backed into a corner of the shower, you can't get away. I move my mouth over yours and kiss you, our tongues meet in wild abandon. The shower is now warmed up and I pull you into it, our arms locked around each other's body. The warm water flows over our heads and down our bodies. Your skin feels warm and slippery. You push me away and get a washcloth and soap it up real good. You begin to scrub my back, it feels soooooo good! You turn me around and wash my chest then your hands go dowm to my dick. Oh that feels good, you begin to kneel down and wash my legs. You playfully take little licks at my soft dick, its wiped out, but it will be ready for later. I take the washcloth from you and begin to wash your back. You then stand up facing me and I wash your neck, breasts, making sure I massage them well. I then reach for your sweet stick and you jump alittle from the senstivity. I massage your balls. Now its my turn to tease you. I give each beautiful leg a complete washing. Next I grab your cock, hold it up while I lick your sexy balls. I lick you like I was licking a pussy. I love the feel of your les agianst my body. Hey We have to get dressed now. We get out and dry each other off, having some more fun in the process. I love to watch you dress, it really turns me on. First you go to the mirror to fix up your hair, then you put on your makeup. Your eyes are so beautiful, and those lips are just plain sexy. You then go to your dresser and pull out a sexy black bra, garter, and panty set. You slip into the bra and then slide the panties over your long legs, nearing the top you gently tuck your little cock back between your legs and then pull the panties over your round ass. Next you put on the garter and then slide your sheer stockings over your legs. You attach the stockings to the garter and then look at your legs in the full length mirror. Next comes the strapless black dress, tight down to the waist and then a full, flowing skirt. You finish everything off with a sexy pair of 4" black pumps. You look good enough to eat, and I will later! Its off to dinner, and when we get to the resturaunt I slip the waiter a 20 for a quite booth in the back. We have a nice quiet dinner, talking, playing, just a wonderful time. I feel so alive when I am with you. After dinner we go out to dance. We hold each other tightly as the music goes on. God my dick is so hard, can you feel it pressing agianst your body as we dance. I love the way your body feels and moves as we dirty dance. Every one in the place begins to watch us. Like befor, all the guys in the place are lusting after you, and you find that such a turn on as I do myself, that we really get dirty. Now the whole place begins to watch us dance. The noise of the crowd we attracted grows louder. But we are totally locked together in our own world. All of our communication is through our undulating and entwined bodies as we move as one. We both begin to breath harder, but we can't stop, I feel like a runaway express train. The music stops and we begin to slow down, and as we do you put your arms around my head and pull my lips to yours. We kiss with lost abandon, and only wake up as the crowd's applause grows to a thunder. We separate and look at the crowd around us and both turn red. The clapping continues as we walk out the door. That was so invigorating that I just want to get you home so I can make love to you all night. As we drive home you are sitting next to me, my arm around you, and your head resting on my shoulder. There is absolute silence, I am just feeling the rythm of your body as your heart beats, and your chest rises and falls with each breath. What a lovely creature you are to behold, I am the luckyest guy around. My lady has every thing I need, I could want no more We are finally home, I get out of the car and then you slowly slide towards me and swing your beautiful legs towards me giving me a little glimps of the tops of your stockings. I take your hands in mine and pull you into my arms and then wrap my arms around your body. You can't get out of the tight grip of my arms, your arms are pinned to the sides of your body. I start to kiss you deeply and you gust begin to melt. You now are pressing your body against mine. You finally are able to move your arms from under my grasp and you encircle my head with them, pressing our lips harder together. We break our embrace and walk, hand in hand, to the door. I unlock the door, swing it open, and flip on one light. Quickly, I take you in my arms and lift you to me. You are quite shocked, but your arms go around my head and you begin licking and nibbling at my neck as I carry you into the house. I take you over to the couch and lay you down while not letting go. I kiss you while I begin to move my hands all over your body. I begin to move my lips down your neck as my hands begin to massage your tits. I continue to work my tongue down your neck to your soft exposed shoulder. The smell of your body is intoxicating. I reach the my destination, the creamy flesh of your exposed cleavage. I push my face into your tits, my nose in the crack,my tongue darting in and out. I push the dress from your breasts and suck and nibble at those big, jucy nipples. I like to make them hard and erect. But I also like to make something else hard and erect. I lift myself off of you and reach up under your dress. With one hand on eash thigh, I slide both hands up to your panties. I begin to rub your pubic mound, it feels so soft, you are moaning and wiggling your hips around. With one hand on each hip, I slowly pull your panties down your legs. You lift your legs up so that I can slide them off your feet, Place the panty to my face and breath deeply. Your scent turns me into a wild man. I lift your dress and stick my head under it. My tongue goes right for your prick. You lift your legs higher and wrap them around my head, your hand pushing my head into your pussy. I wrap my arms under your legs and around the top so that I can grab ahold of your cock. My mouth moves to your balls, sucking one, then the other, into my mouth. Your hand continues to push my head down until I reach your ass. I lick and dart my tongue in and out of your pussy. I make real sure that you are good and wet. I then get up, allowing your legs to remain on my shoulders. Quickly I pull my zipper down and my hard cock jumps from my pants. I move the tip up to the entrance of your hole, and gently enter.You are going wild as I pump my meat into you. Your hands pulling on your nipples. I reach around and start to rub your cock. I ram my dick into you harder, and stroking your cock faster and faster. I can't hold it in any longer and explode into your sweet box. The feel of of my cock comming in you causes you to come. I love to watch your cock squirt its few tiny drops out. Even your cock is delicate, and feminine to me. I pull my prick out of your pussy and bend over to lick the tiny drops of your passion. You then get up and tell me to get undressed and wait for you in the living room. You leave, go into the bedroom and shut the door. I quichly rip the clothes from my body, shut the light off, and sit on the couch waiting for you. Stairing at the bedroom door it suddenly opens and I see you in the doorway, with the bright light from the room streams around your body. I first only see the beautiful outline of your body, as my eyes begin to adjust, your hair is framing your face and draping over your shoulder. You have that black lace teddy on, It is straining to contain those nice big tits of yours. As my eyes move down, I see the bottom is french cut, which exagerates the sexy curves of your hips. Then I notice the garter straps hanging from the teddy. Your legs are encased in very sheer black stockings, and then I see the 5" spike heels. You slowly walk over to me, swaying your hips and bouncing your tits. Upon reaching me you kneel down on the floor. Your hands move over my thighs, massaging them, causing them to move apart. You lower your head down into my lap and begin to kiss and nibble at my dick. Looking down I see your silky hair flowing around my lap. I put my hands on your head and lower your mouth around my cock. Oh, you begin to swallow my cock, it feels so good. Your hands massage my balls, and the feel of your long nails agianst my skin makes even more excited. I begin to ramm my dick in and out of your mouth. I blow my wad into your throat, and you continue to suck me dry. I take your hands and pull you up on the couch. You sit facing me and we wrap our arms around each other. We kiss and the feel of your body agianst mine turns me on. Your hands move down to my soft cock and begin playing with it. I reach into your teddy and pull your meat out through the leg hole. I move closer to you so that I can take both our cocks in my hands and rub them agianst one another. You really like that, I feel your little prick get hard, the head begining to turn purple. I then get up, holding on to your cock and lead you into the bedroom, and then push you onto the bed. I begin to stroke your beautiful legs. As my hands move up, my tongue begins to lick your feet and slowly move up. As my lips reach the exposed flesh of your thighs I can feel you quiver. I take your cock and balls into my mouth, I love the tast and smell of your pussy. My nose burries its self into the neat triangle of pubic hair. You are as hard as a rock, but you can't cum yet. I move my tongue down past your balls and start licking your ass, getting it ready to take my cock. I roll off you and lay on my back, with my pole sticking straight up. You straddle my body and slowly lower yourself, while guiding my cock into your tight hole. You begin to bounce up and down on my prick and your hands move to your tits. Your hands begin to massage your tits and then with your long nails, pull on your nipples. My hands are now at work on your hot little rod. My body goes into convulsions as I cum in your ass. This is all it takes to get you to cum, and it squirts out on my chest. You pump on my cock a little longer and them lift your body off mine. You lick my chest clean, and then lie your head on my chest. we fall to sleep, our bodies entwined together. What a perfect end to a perfect day. I hope we can have another! -- Karen Mitchell labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com s~From: 7s7m3.labrat@onr.com (Karen Mitchell) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Story - Gymnast.txt Date: Sat, 26 Apr 1997 21:40:23 -0500 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Message-ID: <XyrYzY9GAUmR092yn@onr.com> Lines: 476 My address now contains a 5 character random string to help stop email spam which will need to be removed before replying. I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now. Sorry about the forged header, but it does help keeping down on the junk mail. Karen Mitchell ***From FEMINET MARK, MELANIE ... or BARBARA "Please Mark, please. If you won't do it, I'll just die." That was my sister Melanie speaking, on her knees, begging. Begging, mind you. How long I'd hoped that might happen. My sister Melanie is pretty. She is sixteen and she is my twin. She is a budding champion gymnast and she has a sprained ankle. It is six days before the state team selection finals and she can't compete, so she wants me to take her place. I'm a gymnast too, better than her I think. I know her routines by heart, and I could do it easily, but, I mean, I ask you ... She wants me to pretend to be her. She's not exactly my friend, my sister. She has been the bane of my existence for years. A top little bitch. So it's nice to see her begging. "Melanie, how can I? How can I be you? Look at us. Our hair for a start." "I could have just had a hair cut." "You'd have to anyway. It couldn't have grown back to your length before the first interstates." "O.K., I'll get my hair cut." "You?" Melanie was proud of her waist length silky fine blonde hair. Mine was long, sure, but not that long. At least it was the same color. "Sure I would. It's that important to me. Coach is always telling me to get it cut anyway." "What about my face?" "Mark, we are identical twins. My makeup will fix the differences." "You wear too much of that." "It'll be to your advantage that I do. Besides, I don't think I do. It makes me look sexy." "What about your boobs?" "My boobs are a bit large, but you can wear my sports bra and we can pad you out to a 38D." "And the hair on my legs?" "There's not much, shave them." "Oh shit Melanie, you're asking too much. Besides, it's cheating." "Oh, come on Mark. You know I'm a certainty for the team. Same as you are, I only have to go through the motions. When the interstates start, it'll be the real me. Come on, I simply must be on the team." "What did mom say?" "She said O.K., if you'd go along with it." I thought about it for a few minutes. Much as I sometimes disliked my sister, she did deserve to be on the team. She had worked hard for it. "You reckon you can make me over into a girl in six days?" "Enough to get through the routines. You'd only have to talk to the coach and some of the other girls. Judy and Pat maybe. That's about all." "What about practice?" "Do you think you need practice at this stage?" "No." "Well then, don't go to practices. We can say I've got a slight cold or something. Oh come on Mark, please say yes. I promise I'll be nice to you." "O.K.," I finally said, "provided I can pass for looking like you." Melanie squealed with delight and jumped to her feet. She ran to the bedroom door and yelled. "Mom, Mom, he said yes." She came back into the room and flung her arms around me and kissed me. That was a pleasant change. Our mother came into the room. "That's very nice of you Mark, thank you for helping out." "Do you think we can make it work?" I asked, still worried. "Yes, I think so. But there's no time like the present to find out. Melanie, get your suit out and your sports bra, oh, and your sports panties." Melanie rushed off to her room and was back in a flash. "O.K. Mark, strip off and get into these." She handed me Melanie's tight little sports panties and the girls left the room. A little reluctantly, I stripped and pulled on the panties, then called the girls back. "You'll probably have to tuck your, er, little fella down a bit. Maybe between your legs," Mother said. I blushed and turned my back while I tucked my "little fella" where she said. "That's better," she said, "Now this." She helped me into the bra, and closed it in the back. "Melanie, get me eight pair of your panties so we can fill these cups out," she said. Melanie returned and Mother packed the panties into the bra cups until I had twin mounds like Melanie. Then I was helped into Melanie's form fitting red lycra gym suit. I thought the huge bumps at the front were intriguing. Mother stood back and examined me. "O.K., so far so good. Now Melanie, get a large dish of hot water, some soap and my underarm razor from the bathroom. And when you've brought those, get stripped yourself and put on your spare gym suit. I want to make some direct comparisons." Mother had me stand in the dish and soaped my legs. She shaved off all the hair from my legs. Because the gym suit was sleeveless, she then insisted that she had to do under my arms as well. Just as she finished, Melanie returned to the room in her suit. Mother dried off my legs and stood us beside one another. She took out a measuring tape and ran it over us. "Hmmm, it's a good thing Melanie hasn't developed any real hips yet. You're both almost identical in proportions. Now Mel, brush and tie your hair back the way you wear it when you're competing and join us in my room." I followed mother to her room and sat as directed, at her vanity. She took out her hair brush and brushed my hair straight back and then tied it in a pony tail at the back. I watched in the mirror. Already I looked remarkably like Melanie. Then mom turned me towards her, away from the mirror, and started plucking my eyebrows. "Hey," I said, "that wasn't part of the deal. People will notice my eyebrows." "Rubbish," mother said, "People notice only what they want to." She kept on plucking and when Melanie joined us again, she kept checking her to get my eyebrows the same. Finally she put down the tweezers and went to work with her makeup. Since I couldn't see anything, I could do nothing but sit and wait, but I was becoming impatient now to see just how alike we would be. Melanie said "Oh Wow" a couple of times, so I guessed she was impressed. When it was all done, mother had me stand shoulder to shoulder with Mel while she compared us. She smiled. "I can't pick you," she said, "take a look yourselves." We both turned to the mirror at once. It was startling. I couldn't pick up either. We looked identical, except for Melanie's longer hair. I must admit I was impressed. I'd always thought of Melanie as being very pretty. Here I was, just as pretty. "Mark," Melanie exclaimed, "you look exactly like me. No one could ever tell." "No," I agreed. "I guess they couldn't." "You'll certainly pass physically," mother said, "but there are a few things you will have to try to learn to do like a girl, just in case. Like walking a little differently and sitting. There is no problem with your voice, but you will have to speak more femininely, Mark." They started in to teach me such things and since I'd agreed, I begrudgingly went along. The lessons were planned as a repeat for each night up to the selection trials, and so the next night, Monday, as soon as I got home from school, I had to get into Melanie's gym suit again. Mother made up my face and we went back to work. On Tuesday, Melanie had her hair cut exactly the same length as mine and so from that point on, we looked even more alike. By late Tuesday night I was becoming quite the little fairy, sitting and walking and speaking just like my sister. On Wednesday night, mother droped a bombshell. "What are you going to wear," she asked, before I climbed into the gym suit. "Wear where?" I asked. "On Saturday night, to the trials." "Can't I just wear the gym suit." "None of the other girls ever does. Melanie never does. You know what they are like. Always trying to outdo each other." "Oh no, you mean I'll have to wear a ..." "... dress? Yes, of course. I thought you must have realized that. And proper undies and high heels, the lot. We will have to do your fingernails too." "Oh mom, I can't. What have I gotten myself into?" "Don't be silly. Of course you can. You know how much alike you look. You'll be perfect. But we already know you can handle the gym suit. I think we should try some other clothes and heels." "What... now?" I was in anguish. "Yes. Right now. Remember, you agreed to do this. You simply can't let Melanie down now." Melanie came into the room just at that moment. "Who's going to let me down? Not my lovely sister, Mark?" "Of course he won't. I was just saying that it was time we tried some other clothes on. He will have to wear proper clothing to the gym. And for the party afterwards as much as anything else." "Oh yes," Melanie agreed. "But listen, pretty sister, I know you are making a sacrifice to help me get onto the team. But don't forget, I have to wait at home all alone to find out if you've made it. And I'll miss the party altogether." I really felt miserable, "Yeah, I suppose so." "O.K.," mother said, "here's what we'll do. Mark, you put on the gym underpants. Keeps you nicely tucked in. Melanie and I will go to her room and get out the things she'd be wearing on Saturday night. You join us when you are ready." Very reluctantly, I stripped and pulled on the gym panties, then strolled up the hall to Melanie's room. Already the bed was strewn with pretty girl's things. I had to admit to myself that they looked nice, but I was very uncertain about wearing them. Melanie sat on the bed and watched as mother showed me how to roll on a pair of sheer flesh colored panty hose. I was used to the bra by now so I put that on myself, this one was much prettier than the sports bra. It was soft pink, with lace trim and little bows at the front. Mother filled it out with several pair of panties. I pulled on a matching pair of flair leg panties, just a wisp of material which settled weightless around my hips. Then the slip in the same material, same color. As it floated down over my body, I felt a strange tingle. This was the lightest, most comfortable piece of clothing I had ever had on my body. Over the top, mother helped me into Melanie's dress. It was a white full skirted number with lilac flowers all over it, and a high fronted, fitted bodice with shoestring straps. She closed the rear zipper and the waist tugged in. "Do you think you can do your own makeup yet?" mother asked. "If you'll help, I'll try." I noticed I was nearly speaking like Melanie. I sat at the vanity, but the skirt all bunched up under me. "No, stand again," mother instructed. "You have to smooth the skirt down under you before you sit." I did as I was told and took out Melanie's makeup and went to work as I had seen mother do on the past three evenings. I got it pretty good with just a little help from mom and very soon, my identical twin sister was staring back at me from the mirror. It was a strange feeling. I wondered why I was feeling so good about it ... being pretty I mean. I stood up and Melanie passed me a pair of high heeled white pumps. I placed them on the floor and stepped into them. Mother took my hand and indicated I should walk. It was not easy at first. "Don't be afraid to put weight on the heel. It won't break ... walk with shorter steps ... hold yourself straight ... point the toe a little ... that's it, you're doing fine." And I was. It wasn't so hard. Mother let go of my hand and I kept walking back and forth. "I think it's very spooky," Melanie said, "I'm sure I'm watching myself." "Can I see?" I asked. Mother opened the wardrobe mirror and I walked confidently across the room to stand in front of it. Melanie was right. It was spooky. The reflection in the mirror was of her, not me ... and yet it was me and more importantly I could feel that it was me. I did not quite understand why I was enjoying it. "O.K.," mom said finally, "time for supper. Stay dressed like that Mark. The more time you spend like that, the more proficient you will become." So I went down to supper in Melanie's dress, pretty undies, nylons and high heels. I found that I liked the feel of the slip and skirt brushing softly around my knees. After supper, I had more sitting, walking and moving lessons. I had well and truly resigned myself now to what I was trying to achieve and cooperated fully with mom and my sister. When I finally went to my room that night, I stood for quite a few minutes practicing feminine movements and smiles. It suddenly occurred to me that I was getting to like what I was doing. I took off Melanie's clothes and hung them up, then climbed into bed. As soon as I arrived home from work the next evening, mother sent me up to change. "Practice, practice, practice," she said. "Don't wear the Saturday night clothes, you'll only soil them. Pick out something else from Melanie's closet. But the lot, you hear. There is no sense being half hearted about this. Undies, high heels, everything." In Melanie's room, I put on a clean pair of tight gym panties and dived into the drawers and closet. I selected a set of pure white underwear and began to put them on. Pantyhose, panties, bra and slip. And I knew that I was enjoying what I was doing. Again the soft light panties and slip make my skin tingle. I took out a feather weight organdy blouse with short puffy sleeves and put it on and then a mushroom pink straight skirt. Then I sat at the vanity, smoothing the skirt this time, and carefully did my makeup. Satisfied, I stood and stepped into a pair of high heeled sandals, the same color as the skirt. Back at the mirror, I brushed my hair up a little fluffier than it had been previously, added a pair of earrings, a necklace, a bracelet, and a couple of rings. Then I went back to the full length mirror to examine the result. The form fitting skirt looked good, the makeup too. My slim ankles and calves looked entirely feminine in the sheer nylons and high heels. I had just finished when Melanie arrived home. "Gee, you look just great, little sister," she said when she came into the room. "Thank you," I said confidently and then crossed the room and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. "You're being very sweet." "It's much easier to be sweet to a sister than it is to a brother," she said cheekily. I left her and went down to mom, who simply raved this time. "Gosh, you look wonderful. You'd pass as a girl anywhere, not just at the gym." "Mom," I said "just one thing is still worrying me. How am I going to change into my gym suit in front of all the other girls?" She thought for a few moments. "There's no reason why you shouldn't wear your sports bra and the gym panties under your dress so you don't have to take them off. Darling, I don't think you'll have any trouble. Nobody will suspect a thing. Just take care not to be too close to anyone while you are undressed, that's all." "Hmmmmm, I guess not." "Are you sure you know all the girls?" she asked. "Let's go through them. Debbie, Meg, Judy and Pat, of course." I nodded at each name. "Bonnie, and Tina. That's all. There's Felicity in the juniors, she is bound to say hello. Know her?" I nodded again. Yes, I knew them all. I had been watching them with Melanie for years. I was standing in my bra and panties, hanging Melanie's clothes that night, when she came to the door and threw me an item of clothing. "Here, you might like to wear this to bed, little sister." It was a pair of soft white baby doll pajamas. I decided it would be rather nice to wear them, and so when I had finished undressing, I put on the pj's and removed my makeup and went to bed. Friday evening I went straight to Melanie's room without having to be asked and dressed in another outfit of her clothes. This time a soft grey silk dress with red panty hose, high heels and matching garter belt. I made up, added the jewelry and skipped down to greet mother. She smiled as I entered the kitchen. "I think you're enjoying this, aren't you?" I blushed a little, but didn't answer. "Listen, your grandmother is coming for supper tonight," said mom. I was suddenly crestfallen. "Oh, I didn't know. I'll go and change again." "No you won't. Don't be silly. She won't mind. In fact, when she comes we'll ask Melanie to stay in her room for a while and try you out on her." "Sure, O.K.," I said, pleased that I was able to stay in the girl's clothes. When the doorbell rang later, Melanie hurried off to her room and I went into my big act and greeted grandmother. "Hi Gran", I said flinging the door wide open and throwing my arms around her and kissing her cheek, just Melanie had always done. "Lovely to see you." "Hello Melanie darling. My, you're growing up. How lovely you look." She came in and I took her hand and escorted her to mother. The three of us sat in the living room for some time talking and it was obvious that there was no way she could tell I was not Melanie. Later when she asked about Mark, mother got up and went to the stairs and called. "Darling, would you come down now, please." When Melanie entered, also all dolled up, Gran was sorely puzzled. "Oh my," she said, "what is happening here, two Melanies?" Mom and Melanie laughingly explained the whole story. Gran was greatly amused. We had a super night. It occurred to me during the evening that Gran was much nicer to me than she usually was and I guessed it was because I was being a girl. Gran had always seemed to favor Melanie a little. I guess mom did too in a way. Most of our family had lived without men for a long time. I undressed for bed that night and put on my baby dolls just as mom came in. "I didn't know you were wearing those." She smiled. "Melanie gave them to me," I said. "I like them better than my own pj's." "I'm sure you do, my sweet." She sat on the edge of the bed. "Now listen, tomorrow morning is your last test. I'm sure everything will go fine tomorrow night, but I want you to be confident. So, in the morning I want you to come shopping with me instead of Melanie. It will give you a boost to go out in public and know that you're accepted as Melanie." "O.K. mom," I said, excited as hell, but nervous too. Next morning Melanie actually brought me in some things to choose from. I wore the white undies again, but chose a pale blue sleeveless linen dress, with pale blue panty hose and navy heels, belt and handbag. I had breakfast then did my makeup, added some jewelry and with my heart pumping wildly and my face flushed, I was ready to go. Melanie kissed me good bye at the door and Mom and I walked to the car. I had to remember how to get into the front seat in a ladylike fashion, and then we were off to our local shopping center. Mom parked the car and walked around to open the door for me. I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes at her and slid out. In five minutes we were in the bustle of Saturday shoppers. I soon found that I was enjoying the click clack of my heels on the pavement and the occasional glimpse of my reflection in the shop windows. We went through the supermarket first to buy all our food. We saw about five people we knew, all of who said "Hi Melanie" or words to that effect. Trying hard to be totally relaxed I waved or called back. I began to realize that there was no question as to who I was. I was Melanie Pearce. A little later, mom really laid it on me. She took me into the dress shop where she and Melanie buy their dresses. The girl who worked there knew Melanie well. She waved when we first came in and we browsed around waiting for her to finish with her customer. Finally, she bounced over to us. "Hi Melanie, Mrs. Pearce," she said. "Gee Mel, I still think that is one of the best dresses you ever bought from us." "Thanks Carol," I said, "I like it too, it's so easy to wear." "Melanie's got her selection trials tonight," mom said. "I thought we might get her something glamorous to wear." "Oh Mom, really. What a lovely surprise," I said, playing Melanie to the hilt. "What about Thai silk," Carol asked. "I have a super little dress here, nicely tailored. What do you think?" She took the dress off the rack. It was a bit severe I thought, with its square neckline and tailored short sleeves and straight skirt. Mom looked at me, raising her eyebrows. "It's just lovely Carol, but I thought about something just a bit more frivolous." "Sure," Carol said, and bounced off. Mom smiled at me as if to tell me I was doing well. This time Carol came back with a scrumptious dress in pale lime. It had a fitted bodice with a lacy bow sewn in front, sleeveless, with a short wide skirt. "Try it on sweetheart," Mom insisted, and suddenly I was in the booth taking off my dress and climbing into the new one. I barely had it half on when Carol came barging in and helped me close the zipper. Then I had to parade it for mom and about six other people in the store. "I think it looks great," mom said. "Of course it will be better without the blue nylons." Carol and I laughed, "Would you like it dear?" "Oh yes, please Mommy, that would be super," I said. And I meant it. But I wanted it for me, not for Melanie. "What color shoes do you think?" "White I'd say," I answered. "And with super sheer white nylons." "Yes, that would be sweet. The shoes are OK, but do you have any white nylons?" "No I don't think so." Mom turned to Carol, "Have you any white pantyhose, Carol." Carol went off to look, and returned in a minute with a package in her hands. "No pantyhose, Mrs. Pearce. But I do have these ten denier stockings." "What a super idea. You can borrow my garter belt Melanie." "Oh, yes please," I'd seen plenty of copies of Playboy. I knew what a garter belt was. I went back into the booth and changed back into my own dress while mom and Carol sorted out the bill. Then Carol packed my new treasures into a carry bag and we left the shop. At the door I did something quite instinctive and very feminine. I stopped mom and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you, Mommy," I said. We went to a coffee lounge and had some coffee and doughnuts before proceeding home with our parcels. Melanie was ecstatic about the new dress as I had been. "Some consolation for not being able to go to the party," she said. I slept through the afternoon to prepare myself for the hectic evening. At five, mom woke me. "Come on, my girl. Bath time for you. And shave your legs and underarms again while you are in there. I staggered out of bed and yawned my way to the bathroom where mom was now running my bath. I was interested that she had said, "my girl". Bathed, shaved, and powdered, I put on my gym panties and sports bra with its panty padding. Then mom's garter belt and the white stockings which looked superb. Then Melanie's "best" white lacy underwear, the marvelous new dress, and the white high heeled sandals. Mom came in then. "Nails, nails, nails," she said. "We forgot your nails." She proceeded to file my nails and then gave them two coats of red polish. I knew I would not be allowed to wear my jewelry on my hands during the exercises so the color was compensation. Melanie did my face for me while the nail polish dried. I thought she over did it a bit, as always, but then, it was HER face, not mine, if you see what I mean. Finally with a single strand of pearls at my neck and a tiny white clutch bag in my hands, I was ready. "Don't I look terrific, Mother?" Melanie asked, as mom came in also looking terrific. "Barbara, would you go down to the corner store and get me some milk?" I looked at Melanie and she grinned. "Sure Mom, love to," I said. I took the money, put it in my purse, and left the house. It was really fun strolling down to the shop in my skirt and little heels. One of our neighbors called out to me. "Hi Melanie," she said. "Hello, Mrs. Green," I called back. The store keeper knew Melanie as well. "Hi Melanie," he said, "what can I do for you?" I bought the milk and strolled home again, only to be confronted with a huge surprise. Debbie was visiting Melanie. By the time I arrived home, they had already told her the story and she had promised to keep our secret. Mom told me all this at the door. I went into the living room and Debbie stood up. "Hello Barbara," she grinned. "Nice to meet you." "Hi Deb. You don't mind then?" "Mind? Of course not. I think you look just super." "Thanks," I said. "Are you coming to practice with me this afternoon?" "Would you like me to?" "Yes please, but you'll have to remember to call me Melanie." "Oh sure, I can remember that all right. But what am I going to call you after that?" "What do you mean?" "Well, I might have trouble calling you Mark. I much prefer Barbara." I laughed. "I think I do too. You can call me Barbara as long as it's not in front of the guys. "Actually, you've got a bit of a problem with names," mother said. "How's that?" I asked. "Well, you are Melanie's identical twin. But everybody knows she has a brother, not a sister. If you go out, you have to be Melanie. So you can NEVER go out with Melanie. You can only be Barbara at home ... or Mark of course." "But I only have to be Melanie once more this afternoon." "Why were you dressed in Melanie's clothes this morning then?" I blushed, "Well because ... I ... er ... thought I might as well stay in character." "And when you get home this afternoon, you'll never put on Melanie's clothes again?" "Well, ... I ... er ..." I couldn't answer. "I thought as much," mom said. "Oh come on Barbara. You're enjoying being a girl. Last night you loved it. You dressed in Melanie's clothes this morning because you wanted to. You like what you see and feel, don't you?" I was still blushing. "Yes, ... yes I do." "Well then, we were responsible for all this. Having started it, I don't see that we have any right to stop it. I guess you can be Mark and Barbara and Melanie if you don't get too confused. As I said before, Melanie and Barbara can never be seen together except by Gran and Debbie. But if Melanie's not going anywhere and you want to, you can go out as Melanie." I looked at Melanie. "It's fine with me, I like my new sister." "I don't mind," said Debbie, 'I like the both of you. I don't mind which Melanie I'm with. You are both perfect girls. Maybe we should go to a movie tonight, Barbara?" "Sure," said Melanie "I'm not going anywhere at all until this ankle is fixed. I reckon that means you've got tonight, tomorrow and probably through till Wednesday evening to be me. In fact you'll probably have to go to practice on Wednesday for me anyway." I turned to mom, "And you don't mind Mother?" "Not at all. As I said, we're responsible for all this." An hour later, Debbie and I were strolling hand in hand to the gym. I wore Melanie's practice suit under her pink track suit. When the practice was over, we each went to our own homes, with the arrangement that mom would drive me over to pick her up later to go to the movies. We discussed what we would wear and decided to go glamorous. "This is terrific. I can go out with my girlfriend and my boyfriend in one. And mom will never object, because I'm with Melanie," Debbie giggled. At home, Melanie helped me select something to wear. "Does this mean I have to keep my hair like this forever?" she asked. "Oh, I hadn't thought of that, is it a problem?" "Not at the moment. I quite like it shorter for the time being, but I'd hate to think I had to keep it this way forever!" "Well then," I said, "I suppose we will have to worry about that when the time comes." "What are you going to do when Debbie decides she wants to screw you." "MELANIE, how vulgar! I'll worry about that when the time comes too. Mark hasn't gone completely you know." "You could have fooled me, looking at you for a moment. But then I do understand, little sister. It seems you're going to have the best of each world from now on." I put on Melanie's dress and closed the tight zipper. I slipped my feet into her black high heels and once more fixed my makeup. With Debbie being so agreeable, I wondered how she would feel about living with another girl as we got older. Maybe Mark could disappear completely and Melanie could have a full time twin sister ... forever. -- Karen Mitchell labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com ‚éFrom: 7i7s0.labrat@onr.com (Karen Mitchell) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Story - Gypston5.txt Date: Sat, 26 Apr 1997 21:42:31 -0500 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Message-ID: <X0rYzY9GAgLN092yn@onr.com> Lines: 559 My address now contains a 5 character random string to help stop email spam which will need to be removed before replying. I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now. Sorry about the forged header, but it does help keeping down on the junk mail. Karen Mitchell ***From FEMINET ***FLIGHT*** The open sky was an ugly bruised purple that cast a strange warm light over the cloisters of the ruined monastery. Two figures stood in the center of the overgrown grounds, surrounded by silent arches and deep shadows. A short dark woman and a tall blonde girl were studying a long written script on a yellow legal style tablet of paper. The coal red eyes watched the scene curiously. "What were they up to?" the creature thought through it's pain and confusion. Naomi had her damned stone back, but she couldn't use it herself. And she would still get only one clean wish out of this two-sexed one. What was she planning with that wish? Walter-beast's devotion to Naomi was in direct conflict with the deep feelings of resentment for being relegated to slave-beast to this woman. He had constant flashbacks to the moment in his office at the university when she had grasped the stone and said 'Now I wish you'd be a good little slave and fly away...' His reptilian head cocked itself to the side to get the couple into better view. He jumped off of his cupola perch and glided to the top of a broken column, straining to hear their voices. When he had tried to land on Naomi-goddess's shoulder earlier she had rejected him. Now he flew nervously from perch to perch trying to see what was happening. ". . . so that's the wish, dear." Naomi was saying with a voice that dripped with calculated sincerity. "Do you think you can read it exactly as I've written it? If it's read inaccurately it would be dangerous for both of us." The blonde said something softly that Walter-beast couldn't hear. Her face was frowning. Maybe she didn't like what the goddess was saying to her. If she threatened the goddess he was here to protect her. He tensed, thinking about attack angles. ". . .it's a little confusing I said, Naomi." The girl said, raising her voice. "You said you'd give me my wish, but there's nothing on this paper that would make me fully female. I did what you wanted, it's not my fault that jerk screwed it up. Please, please, pretty please." "Practice the wish, Cat. If all goes well you'll get what you want. Isn't it worth it? You saw that boy dance in the contest. You saw what the stone can do." The blonde looked at the goddess as if to say something but Walter- beast relaxed as she read the paper over and mumbled the wish out loud. She did that 5 more times, each time with increasing confidence and clarity. "You're ready, hold this stone and recite carefully at the count of three. The timing of a wish this complex is very important. If you make any wish but the one of the paper my pet watching us from the column will deal with you." Walter tensed again was the blonde girl looked up at him with a nervous glance. He spread his wings threateningly and the girl shivered and took the stone out of Naomi's hand. The Goddess looked at her watch and started counting, "One, Two, Three!" Walter hurtled himself into the sky and circled as the blonde read the paper, a faint glow of green in her right palm. He watched as the sun disappeared in the western horizon in a blaze of reddish purple and just as dramatically a soft green glow engulfed one of the archways surrounding the cloisters. ***FOREVER*** Nick's room was lit by the warm light of the sun rising through his east window. Julie could see the small collection of girls clothes hung in his closet and the box of "Nick's" clothes neatly put away in boxes on the shelf above. Nick's bed was empty. The pink bed cover was pulled up over the sheets and pillows. The Quilters poster above his bed glowed with color. Neatly folder over a chair by the bed was a bright pink cotton bikini bottom and a tee-shirt emblazoned THE HIDEOUT. Julie stool over to the look over Nick's shoulder at the desk where he sat. He was writing a letter. Then, in disgust, his delicate hands crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed in the direction of the wastepaper basket. "Damn, I can't even hit the basket any more!" he growled in a sweet voice. He figured the new body would take a little more compensating on the next toss. He'd been playing basketball since he was a kid, he'd adjust. "What ya doin', Nick?" Julie asked her voluptuous brother. "None of your business." "You got home pretty late last night." Nick was silent. "Did you get the stone back? Tell me what happened." Nick turned around and faced his younger sister. There were tears in his big blue eyes. "It's over, Julie. The stone is gone." he choked. "I'm gonna be like this forever." "Not forever, Nick." Julie replied sympathetically. "Just until you die." Then she grinned and jumped back like she expected Nick to lunge at her. "It's not funny. It's not! You were born and raised a girl. You can joke about it." "OK, it's not funny. But it's not hopeless either. If the winner of the wet tee-shirt contest wouldn't take the $50 for the stone it doesn't mean we can't get it. I'll just call Rod and Barry and we'll go over and convince this babe, whoever she is, to give up the stone for a few minutes. That's all it would take. All you gotta do Nickie is tell me who she is and I'll handle it. What kinda girl wins a wet tee-shirt contest anyway?" Julie was getting worked up in defense of her "brother". Her rosy cheeks we're flush with excitement. She looked so hopeful, so determined. Nick hated to deflate her. "Well," she said, "You've got to tell me for us to help you. Who is this wet tee-shirt bimbo?" "Julie. . ., I'm the wet tee-shirt bimbo." Julie looked at her brother, shocked. "I'm a guy, yet last night I was dancing half naked in front of a hundred horny sleazeballs. Julie, I can't even dance and I won a wet tee-shirt contest. The prizes are right over there." As Julie looked through her brother's booty as Nick continued. "I can't believe I did it! But the stone was one of the prizes and I had the right equipment." Nick cupped the well shaped breasts under his nightie. "So you won the stone, where is it? And while I'm asking big brother, what's this secret letter you're writing?" Nick told Julie what he could about the events of the previous night. The dance, winning the contest over the hardbody blonde ringer hired by the Gypsy fortuneteller and the fight between Rod and Art. As Nick related the details Julie was edging toward the wastebasket. As Nick finished the story he suddenly realized what she was up to and dove to push the basket away but she snatched the balled up wad of paper out of the basket and scampered to the doorway where she was safely out of Nicks range. She started to unwad the paper when she paused in thought. "Nick, did anybody get any pictures?" "I thought of that. It doesn't matter. . .wait, it does matter. If Dad doesn't change me back then it matters a whole bunch. My God, I'll be known as the topless slut of Watertown." "Jeeze, Nick, that's tough. We'll have to think about what to do about that one, but it isn't worth worrying about until we find out someone's got pictures. There's still the fifty dollars." "A hundred dollars. I won fifty last night. And a shopping spree at the Quickshop." "Well,I guess it's not all bad." Julie said reassuringly. She straighten out the paper in her hand and started to read. "Hey, that's private." Nick said moving towards her. "Dear Dad," Julie started. "Don't!" "I hear from Mom that you're home now. I hope you had a nice trip." Julie continued from the paper, "I'm having a great time in Ohio with Aunt Marie and Uncle Frank. They're really treating me well. I'm making lots of bucks at a Burger Best here in town, and Uncle Frank said it would be OK if I stayed for a while longer. I hate to miss you, but I'll be thinking about you every day. Give my love to Nicole..." Julie turned to Nick, "You'll never get away with this. You've got to tell him. The sooner he knows, the better." "He's my Dad, Julie. I'm his son. I can't be his daughter. I can't play football as his daughter. I can't go hunting with him as his daughter. He won't buy it." "He loves you, Nick." "He loves Nick." "He loves me. I'm a girl. He can love you, too. You've got to tell him and give him a little time to accept it. Boys are so dumb!" With that Julie darted out into the hall. The called back into the room." If you want me to go after that Gypsy with you, just holler." ********** Nick sat down at the breakfast table across from his mother. Her usual pert face as serious as she stared across her coffee. "Here's a letter I want you to give to Dad when he gets home tomorrow. It's from Nick, staying in Ohio." "He can make the wish tomorrow, Nick. There's no need for this." his mother stated quietly. "There's not going to be a wish, Mom. The stone is gone." "How could the stone be gone, Nick. You were going to get it last night. Weren't you?" "The stone was a prize in a wet tee-shirt contest, Mom. I thought I could buy it from the winner. That's what I was going to do, really." "But you didn't." Nicks Mother said with a serious look on her face. "I didn't, because the Gypsy was there. And she sent this girl to dance for her and win the stone, but the girl wasn't a girl and I won instead. . ." "You what?" "I danced in the wet tee-shirt contest and won." "Nicole, uh, Nick." Nick's Mother said in a hard voice. "But I lost the stone when some giant bat stole it off my neck. . ." Nick continued, "I guess this is all hard to believe." Nick's mother paused, looking at the floor and shaking her tiny head from side to side. Then she stopped and looked Nick straight in the eyes. "I forgot to ell you, Art's mother called. She told me about the HIDEOUT last night." she stated quietly, "You know what a gossip she is. I can't believe my own child did a strip-tease on a stage and the whole town knows about it." Nick felt flush. "I. . .You see. . .It was for the stone. And it wasn't a strip-tease, well... not exactly. The stone was a prize and the Gypsy would have gotten it. I tried so hard. It was so embarrassing, but I had to do it to try to get the stone. And I won it. I had it around my neck and this . . .I mean the Gypsy stole it from me." Nick's pretty face was bright red. "It's hard for me to believe you danced in a wet t-shirt contest young lady!" Tears welled up in Nick's mothers eyes, "It's all my fault. You're just a boy, you don't know how to handle these things. I should have wished to change you back when I had the chance. I don't know what came over me. I'm really sorry, Nick. Can you ever forgive me?" "Mom, I love you. It's not your fault." "But it will be my fault if you go out in that tight tee-shirt without a bra." His Mother said, brightly, trying to change the subject. "I bought you one yesterday. Walking around with a bustline like that could get painful without some support." Mrs. Burford got up from the table to retrieve a purple sack. She pulled out a large beige bra and held it out to Nick. "Put it on. With your figure you're going to need it." Nick took the big harness and studied it. A little white tag sewed into the strap said it was a 36C. "You really think I should?" "I'm not going to order you to, honey, but you really should. What kind of reputation will you have after last night? This will protect your modesty and be more comfortable, too. Just put it on and try it." Nick pulled off the tee-shirt, letting the soft white globes fall free in front of his mother. She helped him hook the bra and adjust the shoulder straps until it was comfortable. He put the tee-shirt back on and looked in the mirror. "OK, I'll wear it." "I've got to go now." "Your father will be home late tomorrow night. You should really tell him everything." "I can't, Mom. It's not the same now. I'm not the same. I need time to understand, to get used to this. If I ever do." "I feel so badly for you, Nick. I want to help. . ." "There's nothing you can do. Please give Dad the letter. Tell him you got it from me in the mail. I'll tell him when I'm ready. . .Please?" Nick got up from the table and hugged his mother from behind. "It's not your fault, Mom. I'll get used to it. I'll try." He left the house and sighed loudly. He had a lot of thinking to do. ****** The weather had cooled and birds sang cheerfully to celebrate the end of the heat. Fluffy clouds drifted over the sun occasionally, increasing the cooling effect. Nick took a lung full of aromatic summer air and watched as his full breasts straining against his light cotton tee-shirt. He could only see the word "LIFE'S". The rest of the graphic on the shirt "A BEACH" was hidden by his ample endowment. As he headed down the street he thought about how it was all still so new, so odd. A man across the street stopped mowing and watched Nick as he walked by. 'You think I don't see you there leering at me?' thought Nick. The man's eyes followed him until he turned the corner, then Nick heard the lawnmower rev up and grind into gear. Nick had lots to think about. He was a girl. People reacted to him as a girl. Yet his past, his training, his experience was that of a boy. He felt torn, confused. It was easy to ignore the feminine dilemma for a few days, but a lifetime as a woman. The prospect was strange and frightening. Relationships had changed, too. Julie was OK. He felt closer to her now than ever before, and his Mom seemed to open up to him more now. But his Dad was lost. What would he think then his football player went out for cheerleader? Nick wasn't sure he had the courage to tell his Dad what had happened to him. His friendships had changed, that was for sure. Already Art Sandusky was jealous and Rod seemed a lot more interested in him than before. A lot more! He thought about the kiss at the table in the HIDEOUT, shivered and put it out of his mind. Too confusing! Nick looked up. He was surrounded by the green space of Edgerton Park. He'd walked all the way across town without realizing it or sensing the passage of time. He sat on a park bench in front of the pond and watched joggers plod around on an asphalt surface circling the water. A group of children played at the edge of his vision. Boys throwing a baseball, girls jumping rope and giggling every time someone missed. He'd never jumped rope. He'd never giggled. He'd grown up throwing the ball, hitting the ball, shooting the ball. He leaned back on the wooden seat feeling the July sun warm his hair, putting all thought out of his mind. "Nicole." Nick jumped. Only the hand on his shoulder held him on the park bench. "Daydreaming?" Rod Thomas's face was close to his, a gentle smile on his lips. "Oh. . .Rod. It's you." "Ever play any basketball back in Ohio, Nicole?" "A little." Nick said cautiously, thinking about his 19 point reserve game for the Muskies last winter. "Want to meet some guys?" Rod grabbed Nick's slim hand in his. Nick felt the hard muscle of his fingers grip him gently as he tugged him off the bench." "Hey, no crutches. I thought you'd gotten it pretty bad last night." Nick observed as he was pulled across the park toward a group of boys playing basketball in a wire enclosed court. "It's getting better. I can almost put my full weight on it. In fact I've been trying to play a little b-ball on it, but it's not quite ready." They headed inside the high wire fence that enclosed the basketball court. Three boys, all familiar faces, watched them from the court as they approached. Rod put his arm around Nick, pressing him forward in front of the group. "Nicole, meet Mits." A short oriental boy threw the basketball he was holding to another player and put out his hand to greet Nick. Nick remembered him from school last spring. He had transferred from Minneapolis mid-year, had trouble making friends at first, but his quiet intensity had won him a small group by the end of the spring quarter. "It's nice to meet you, Mits ." Nick said politely. The boy stared in his eyes wordlessly for what seemed like an unusually long time, then offered, "Wow, you're a knockout. You comin' to Watertown this fall?" "Maybe." Nick answered. He looked over at Rod who raised his eyebrows hopefully. "This is Jazz Johnson, Nicole." A lean black smiled broadly and bowed. "Pleased to meet you, ma'am. Any friend of Rods is a friend of mine. . .anyway!" Nick giggled and said "Hi, Jazz. Boy you're tall!" "And growing," The smile broadened as if there was more meaning to that intended than Nick understood, but he let it go and smiled back. "And last but also least, this is Mike Voss." Voss had played football with Rod and Nick, so he shook hands nervously looking for recognition in his eyes but only saw the nervousness returned. Why was this blonde farmboy nervous? Then he remembered. Mike Voss had always been nervous around girls. Nick tried to put him at ease. "How's the game going Mike?" he asked innocently. Mike hesitated and looked around for some kind of escape. "Uh, fine." "What's the score." "It's Rod and me, 24, and Jazz and Mits, 28. Rod's been havin' a little trouble with that ankle." Mike said, gaining confidence that Nick wasn't going to bite. "Yah," interjected Rod "I've had it. Want to finish the game up for me, Nicole? You're dressed for it." The three players looked at Rod and Nicole in surprise. Nick wasn't sure what to say. . .The players regained their composure and apparently decided that basketball with a gorgeous girl might be a lot of fun. "Come on, Nicole." Said Jazz, Mike needs a player, not a cripple." "I haven't played for a while," apologized Nick. The other three quickly agreed that that was quite alright. "Your ball." said Jazz as he threw the ball to Nick at the top of the circle. "Half court. We're playing to thirty so you shouldn't have to get too sweaty." Nick watched Mikes husky body bull it's way into towards the basket tried a pass over Mit's head. The pass went right into the wiry Oriental's hands. Got to adjust for this body thought Nick. The arms aren't as strong, and I'm shorter. "It's OK, Nicole." shouted Mike. Mits dribbled the ball out to the top of the key and charged back in towards the bucket, but Nicole had placed herself in his path. As he charged at her his eyes left the basket and lit on Nick's generous chest. Distracted for a moment, Mits let the ball hit his foot and Nick snatched it, taking it to the top of the key again. This time he bounced a pass off the asphalt surface to Mike under the basket. Mike grabbed it and threw a clumsy hook over Jazz who was closing in fast. "Two" shouted Rod and the ball rolled around the hoop and in. "Damn," said Jazz with feeling. "Very lucky shot." added Mits and grinned at Nick. "But a good pass." Jazz took the ball to the top of the key and tried a long jump shot. the ball bounced off the rim and into Nick's hands off to the right side of the free-throw line. "26 to 28" Rod stated, "With a chance to tie." Mike moved in the backcourt underneath the basket and Nick remembered that he liked to alley-oop. A play where a ball was thrown in the air near the basket and tipped in by a nearby player. Nick put the ball up towards the basket out of reach of Jazz who was on the other side of Mike, giving it a little extra omph to compensate for the weaker muscles in his feminine arms. Mike tipped the ball. It bounced against the metal backboard, hitting the front of the rim, rolled around and in." "All tied up." called Rod. "We knew that, man." said Jazz. He looked at Mits and said, "let's put this one away." Suddenly Nick wanted to win more than anything in the world. To prove to these boys, to prove to himself, that a girl could be whatever she wanted to be. Play basketball if she wanted. To prove to himself that maybe he hadn't changed as much as it seemed. Mits took that ball to the top of the circle and dribbled around to the right, protecting the ball with his wiry body. He looked at Jazz, towering over Mike, near the basket and Nick saw his eyes look to exactly where the ball would be passed. He went for the ball as the pass was thrown, deflecting it. He ran nimbly after it and caught it with a quick dribble. This isn't bad he thought, I'm more coordinated than I used to be. Nick crossed over the top of the circle as the rules of half court say you must do before shooting a stolen ball. Without thinking he dribbled toward the basket, big breasts bouncing. Jazz went into the air to block Nick's shot, so he ducked under him continuing for the basket instead of stopping to shoot where Jazz blocked his path. He took a short jumper about 5 feet from the basket, but the ball it the rim and bounced away. Just like the wastepaper basket, thought Nick. Mike grabbed the rebound in a struggle with Jazz who had been watching Nick dribble toward the basket with flatfooted awe. He threw the ball out to Nick. Nick ran toward the corner, then turned and tore down the baseline under the basket, turning at about seven feet from the basket for a jump shot. Don't forget to compensate, Nick, he thought to himself. You're not as tall or as strong as you used to be. Nick imagined the path the ball would take to the basket and put a little extra oomph on the ball to make sure it followed that path. He wondered if he had shot too hard. It went in cleanly without hitting the rim. The three boys and Rod converged on Nick, who was panting from the exertion by the basket. They all congratulated him and Mike gave him a big hug. "Hey, you're good." he offered. "You can play with me any time." Nick caught his breath and looked around. The warm sun still lit the afternoon scene. He felt the exhilaration of the moment. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad he thought. He could still do all the same things he had done before. Some things he could do even better. This whole thing would be OK. Rod and Nick joined Mike, Mits and Jazz at the edge of the pond to skip stones and talk. They spent the rest of the afternoon trying to teach Mike to make a flat stone skip and falling into convulsive laughter every time he tried and the stone dove like a submarine instead of flying off the water in neat little hops. The group walked to the exit of the park together and chatted about the football camp to start tomorrow and Watertown's chances in the in the conference next fall. Nick had never felt so close to any of his friends as he felt right now to these four boys. As they parted Rod caught him and took him aside. "Want to go out tomorrow night? I have a surprise. A favorite place I'd like to show you, but we've got to leave before dark. Maybe four o'clock." "If my Mom lets me, she's pretty mad about the HIDEOUT." "Unless she says no, we've got a date then." "Unless she says no, I say yes." Nick said smiling. He walked across town and thought about the day, the last two weeks and his life ahead. Everything was going to be fine. ***FORM FOLLOWS FUNCTION*** Nick turned over in the cool sheets. A bright spot of light caught her in the eye and she had to scoot over on the mattress to avoid it. She drifted back to sleep feeling like her veins were filled with warm molasses. Sweet and warm. She straightened the powder blue babydolls she had worn to bed last night and turned again to get more comfortable. She hugged herself and felt her soft breasts yield to her arms below them. Her hands wandered to her nipples. Slim fingers played delicately on their surface and they jutted out like tiny mountains during the formation of the earth. Out of the lavaflows rose the mountains thought Nick. Nick spread her legs to get more comfortable. The bottoms of nightie seemed damp so she slid them down to her knees and pulled her right foot up to catch it in the leghole of the panties. She grinned to herself as she pulled the panties down to her feet with her toes. She felt the new place between her legs with her fingers. It was wet and soft and very sensitive. Just a finger lightly brushing the edges of the moist portion sent shivers up and down her body. Her beautiful body she thought. She grabbed the ruffled bottom edge of her babydolls and pulled them over her head. She decided to check out this body that boys had found so interesting for two weeks. She pulled her foot up close to examine it, bending her knee. Nicole was amazed at how close she could get it. She had never looked closely at her foot before the change, but this foot was obviously very different. The toes were long and slim, like her new fingers, and the foot was short. She wiggled the little toes in delight at the delicate feminine appendage before her. Her hands slid on either side of the smooth slim leg she held and felt the firm calf. As a boy her calves had bulged out but this one was almost a cylinder with no obvious muscular definition. In fact Nicole noticed no real muscular definition anywhere on her body. It all seemed hidden beneath smooth, soft poreless skin. Nicole continued running her hands up her leg, feeling the buttery skin yield under her fingers. Her thighs were tight, but not hard as before. They seemed to grow larger as her hands neared the juncture of thigh and hips. Her hands would have run into a male organ by now, but instead she could feel increasing warmth and dampness. Nick's shop teacher had always said "Form follows function." She thought about that. What function did this form follow. Her hips were wide compared to her thin tapering legs. Why? Her cock and balls had been replaced with a moist slit, for what purpose? She put her hands at her narrow waist and asked herself what a tiny waist had to do with being female? Was it all fucking and babies? Or were their other talents women were meant to have? Somehow Nicole felt she had more talents, and more options than she ever had as a boy. Like never before, Nicole felt she could do and be anything she wanted to be. She could still be the athlete her father wanted, she had proven that to herself yesterday. She had made close new friendships that had eluded her as a boy and her special friendship with Rod was like nothing she had experienced. It scared and excited her. She hoped it would continue and grow because it made her feel so good! Life itself seemed filled with promise. She didn't have to live up to someone else's role for her any more. She could define her own role. If she wanted to be passive and lean on Rod, it was alright, but she could be assertive, too. Nicole got up and looked at herself in the mirror attached to the inside of her closet door. Her naked body was indeed of Playboy caliber. Blonde shoulder-length hair framed a round, pretty face that only faintly resembled the old Nick. Nick was gone. That was OK. Nicole's life would be much better than Nick's, she was certain of that. She put her hands under the grapefruit sized globes of soft flesh on her chest and brought the nipples close to her face. They were a bright rose color sharply contrasting the pale skin of her breasts. At the end of each nipple she could see a tiny depression. She turned the nipple in her fingers and they hardened, sending little shivers through her body again. She watched the colored area around the nipples grow bumpy and wrinkled. Through her fog of pleasure and concentration she suddenly her a knocking at her bedroom door. A cold rush of guilt ran through her body as she hurriedly grabbed her nightly top off the bed and pulled it over her head. She was fishing the bottoms out of the sheets when the door swung open. Nicole saw Julie's silhouette in the door. She was saying "Boom baba Boom Baba Boom," and swinging her slim hips. As Nicole's eyes adjusted she saw Julie in the tiny pink cotton bikini and "Go-Go" tee-shirt that Nicole had worn at the wet tee-shirt contest. "Julie what are you doing?" "You've been a bad influence on me, Nick. I want to be a wet tee- shirt contestant when I grow up, just like my big sister." "You. . . you, twerp! I'll show you wet!" Nicole grabbed Julie's arm, pulling it behind her back. She pushed Julie in front of her and lead her to the shower. "No, No. You'll mess up my hair." she squealed. "You should have thought of that before your new career choice. Nicole turned on the shower and pushed Julie in, but as she fell into the stream of ice cold water, laughing, she grabbed Nicole who lost his balance and inadvertently joined her. They both charged out of the shower, giggling uncontrollably, Julie running, Nick chasing. "Nick, no," Julie screamed as she ran. Nicole stopped and sat down on the top of the step that went down to the front hallway. "Julie, call me Nicole. I think I like that name better now." Julie looked up the steps at her beautiful sister, sitting at the top step in a soaking wet pair of powder blue baby dolls. She looked very lovely and at peace with herself. "OK, Nicole," she said, "You got it!" END EPILOG ***FUZZBUSTER*** Earl Theigpin looked over at his partner Marv Simpson as he turned the Watertown patrol car onto the county road that lead to the old monastery. He grabbed the microphone of his radio and hit the talk button. "Car to base. Turning onto county road 167 to check out the apparent firelight seen in the local of the old monastery. Base. Base are you there?" Damn it, Marge, are you on coffee break?" "If she's on coffee break, how can she hear you, stupid?" said Marv riding shotgun. "She keeps doing that when we got important business, I'm hirin' a new secretary." "Hell, you'll never do that. Where'll you find a doll like Marge to work for $4.50 an hour?" "Ya," Earl sighed, "That's the problem alright. Hey look, there's still a light comin' from the buildings. Looks kinda green." "Could be one of those camp lights, they're kinda' a weird color." Earl pulled up close to the ruined east wall of the old complex. he opened the door, got out of the door and pulled his gun. "You're gonna carry that gun?" "Police Journal's full of obituaries of officers who didn't." Earl said seriously. Earl and Marv peeked around the arched entry into the outer walls of the monastery and slid through the doorway into the inner gardens. The silhouette of the old chapel loomed to the west as then kept low and silently scampered across the open gardens area to the archways of the cloisters. "There, look." Marv pointed at the green glow that seemed to come from an archway just across the cloisters, 20 yards away. "You see anybody?" Earl whispered. "Nope." Answered Marv. "What the hell is that?" Marv cried to Earl. A huge batlike shape beat it wings as it flew down towards the entire 2 man Watertown Police force. "Damn." said Marv and the two ran toward the center of the cloisters to avoid the strange creature. Earl fired a warning shot into the night air, turning around looking for the creature in the night sky. It appeared flying at them from the archway they had entered the cloisters from. He drove them closer to the glowing green light of the arch across the yard. The two now had their guns drawn and stood back to back just ten yards from the glowing light. The beast came at them again. Marv turned to Earl as the ducked and shouted, "Let's run for cover." Earl and Marv dashed through the arch towards the safety of the building walls . As he hit the plane of the arch, Earl heard a sharp crackling and felt an warm shrinking sensation. He looked over in surprise to see Marv's blue Police uniform grow loose as the body inside seemed to change in shape. Marv's prominent beer belly shrink and disappeared as his bald head sprouted hair. Marv's new slim figure allowed no purchase for his huge pants and Earl watched in wonder as the pants fell down. He looked at what was underneath and fainted dead away. -- Karen Mitchell labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com 3From: 5v7a6.labrat@onr.com (Karen Mitchell) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Story - Halfloaf.txt Date: Sat, 26 Apr 1997 21:46:14 -0500 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Message-ID: <23rYzY9GAgNM092yn@onr.com> Lines: 230 My address now contains a 5 character random string to help stop email spam which will need to be removed before replying. I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now. Sorry about the forged header, but it does help keeping down on the junk mail. Karen Mitchell ***From FEMINET August 22, 1993 "Half a Loaf" by Olivia Evans "Mike, why are you looking at me like that?" Pamala asked her husband of two years. She had been in the process of pulling on her panties and had suddenly felt her husband's eyes on her. Mike glanced away, obviously embarrassed. "No reason," he shook his head. He started toward the door. "Wait!" Pamala commanded. "There was a reason for that strange look, now tell me what it was," she softened her tone a little. "Please, Mike, what was it?" "Your panties," Mike mumbled growing red in the face. Pamala involuntary looked down at the bright pink nylon panty briefs she had put on. They looked alright to her, then what was bothering Mike? She sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the area beside her. "Mike, please sit down. We need to talk." Mike nodded and sat down. Other than the two words he had just spoken, he hadn't said a thing. "Mike, please tell me, what is it about my panties that's gotten you so upset." Mike remained silent and turned his head away. Just before he did, Pamala thought she caught sight of tears forming in his eyes. "Mike, honey, you're beginning to scare me. Please tell me what's bothering you." Mike turn back to face his wife. There were tears in his eyes! The confirmation of the tears caused Pamala's fears to increase. "Mike, I'm your wife. I love you, very much and you can trust me. I won't get mad or upset if you would just please tell me what is bothering you." Mike looked into his wife's eyes and saw nothing but compassion and love. Pamala waited while he made up his mind to tell her. "Pam, I love you, you know that, don't you?" Mike said slowly. Pamala stiffened and leaned back slightly. Conversations that started like this usually ended up with a "but, I want a divorce."! Well, no matter what, she would not give him the satisfaction of granting it. "And I love you too, honey," Pamala said a little slower than Mike had. She, like Mike had a few minutes earlier, searched his eyes. All she could see was pain, anxiety and worry. "Mike honey, please." Mike took a deep breath and sighed slowly. "It's your panties. I want to wear them." "What!" Pamala exclaimed in great relief. "Is that all?" "What do you mean is that all?" Mike asked a little stunned by his wife's reaction. "Honey, compared to what I'd been thinking, wearing my panties is insignificant. If you want to try them on, go right ahead. I don't mind, really I don't." Mike's dark look lighten. "Then you really don't mind." Pamala leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Of course not, honey, if that's what will make you happy. Here, I'll even select a very pretty pair for you to wear right now, if you would like." Mike watched in open mouthed amazement as Pamala rose and started to dig through her dresser. A few seconds later she pulled a pair of string bikinis out and handed them to Mike. Mike looked at the garment in his hand then back up at his wife. "What am I supposed to do with these?" he asked. "I thought that you wanted to wear them?" Pamala said, growing confused. Mike looked down at the bikinis then back up at his wife. "Well, I do, but I want to be you when I wear them." "Be me? You mean pretend to be me? Why honey, that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me," Pamala moved back to the bed and sat down on her husband's lap. They naturally fell into an embrace and kissed. "I think that you don't quite understand what I'm saying. Maybe I worded it wrong. It's not that I want to BE you as much as I want to BECOME you." Mike began to run his hands over Pamala's half naked body. He paid particular attention to her breasts and the swell of her hips and rear. "Mike, what is it that you're trying to tell me, that you're a transsexual?" Pamala's fears suddenly returned. "A what? No, no. It's just that I want to be a woman for a change. Nothing permanent you understand, just temporary." Pamala stood up and shook her head. "Nothing permanent! And just how do you plan to do that? Take female hormones grow your own breasts, live you life as a woman for a while then just stop? And just what am I to do while you're being a woman just 'temporarily'?" Mike smiled. "Why I thought it would be rather obvious, you would be me." "That's the biggest bunch of bull shit I've ever heard. I couldn't just become you. Besides, what makes you think that I would even want to?" Pamala said angrily. "Yes, you can. The how is really quite simple, we use the equipment I've been working on in the basement. As for the why should you, haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be a man?" Pamala looked thoughtfully at her husband. He was right, she had wondered on occasion what it would be like being a male. What girl, or boy for that matter, didn't at one time or another wonder what it would be like to be the other sex? "You say you have a machine down in the basement that will do this? Make us into one another?" Mike nodded. "Sure, I've already tried it out on some laboratory rats. Immediately after I pushed the button, they started to behave just like the other." "And you can change us back?" Mike nodded. Pamala abruptly turned and began to dig a bra out of her dresser. When she fastened it around her chest she turned back to face her husband again. "Let me think about it for a while, okay?" Mike nodded and began to rise from the bed. "Uh, honey?" "Yes," Pamala asked, not bothering to interrupt pulling on her shorts. "About those panties, can I really wear them?" "Of course, dear, that's what I got them out for." -0-0-0- Pamala thought about Mike's proposal for nearly a month before finally giving in. "I can't tell you how excited this makes me," Mike said as he adjusted some dials on a large console. Pamala was already laying on the table, holding two metal electrodes in her hands. Covering her nude body was a wire mesh like cloth that was attached to still another electrode. "So, I can see," Pamala giggled as she watched her husband. He too was as naked as the day he was born. In a few minutes, he would be laying next to Pamala covered by an identical wire mesh cloth and holding identical electrodes. Pamala pulled the mesh cloth over her head as she had been instructed to. The weave of the cloth was lose enough to allow her to see most of what Mike was doing. There was a muffled clap of thunder faintly heard in the semi dark basement. Pamala looked worriedly up at the light hanging over her head as it flickered. "Mike how much longer?" "Just a few more seconds, beloved. Then I'll set the timer and get up there beside you and then zip, we're each other." The sound of the thunder came a little closer. "Hurry up, Mike," Pamala hissed. "There! Last one!" Mike pushed a red button and hurried to the table. A few seconds later, he had covered himself completely with the mesh and was gripping the electrodes. "Only a few seconds more, Pamala, my darling." "It had better be fast, I don't wnt to be down here when the lightening gets here." No sooner than Pamala said that then the lights went out. "What the hell?" Mike said. Through the loose threads of the mesh cloth, Pamala saw her husband rise up. The mesh cloth slid down to just above his waist as he groped for a flashlight. "Be careful, honey," Pamala called. In the light of another lightening strike, Pamala saw her husband nod. Just as he nodded, she the lights came back on. Pamala was bathed in a warm golden glow as the wire mesh cloth lit up. Although she knew what would happen, the light frightened her. She tried to push it off, but found that she was paralyzed. Knowing that there was nothing she could do, she relaxed and waited. After what seemed like hours, the machine's timer turned itself off and the glow suddenly disappeared. Pamala whipped the mesh covering off and was astonished to see that she was still in her own body. It hadn't worked! In a strange sort of way she was disappointed and yet greatly relieved. While she had been curious about what it felt like to be a man, it had only been on rare occasions. Usually when she started her period and was having a particularly bad time of it. She had only agreed to the experiment because Mike seem to want it so badly. Poor Mike, she thought, he will really be disappointed. Mike? Pamala suddenly realized she hadn't heard anything from him. She turned to look at him, not knowing what to expect. Almost every conceivable thing had raced through her mind as she turned to look at Mike, but nothing had prepared her for what she actually saw. Nothing. Mike's side of the table was bare, not even the electrodes or mesh cloth was apparent. Ignoring her nakedness, Pamala slid off the table and ran around to the other side. As she passed the machine, she thought she smelled burning insulation, but dismissed it, Mike needed her! Tears formed in her eyes as she saw her husband laying on the floor. Wrapped around his waist and legs was the mesh cloth. He was holding both electrodes in one hand and in the other, the flashlight, broken in the fall from the bed. Quickly checking for a pulse in the vein in his neck, Pamala was relieved to discover that he was still alive. She then she noticed something she hadn't before, something very strange. Mike had needed a shave when he had laid down on the table, now he didn't. His faces as soft and as smooth as a new born baby's or as her own! She quickly checked his exposed chest. It too, was hairless and soft to the touch. "You don't think, do you?" she asked herself softly as she tried to pull the mesh cloth from Mike's body. She found that he was too tangled up in it to just pull it off. She would have to unwrap him like a present, or peel him like a banana. Carefully peeling the cloth away from her husband, Pamala became aware that Mike's body was almost totally hairless. Gone was the hair on his chest and arms, gone was the hair on his stomach between his navel and his little blonde patch of pubic hair and gone were his genitals! Pamala was so surprised that she sat down on the floor and just stared at her husband's groin. From the waist down the exchange had worked, the lower half of his body was an exact duplicate of her own. Above, except for the loss of body hair and beard, he was still himself. She knew that she wouldn't be enjoying sex with Mike in the normal manner anytime soon. Not until he fixed the machine, and maybe not even then. That was a shame, he was actually pretty good in bed, in spite of everything else. Now, if they had BOTH changed..., Pamala pushed the thought out of her mind. Sex would be a secondary consideration anyway once he realized what had actually happened to him. "Well, at least you got half your wish anyway, darling. I do so hope you'll enjoy it," Pamala sighed. Perhaps it was better this way, she thought, Mike would learn what it was like to be a woman in all the important things. Like when he discovered that they both were a month over due, and most likely pregnant. She covered Mike with the wire mesh cloth, rose and started to walk up the stairs. "Pamala? Pamala?" Pamala was half way up the stairs when she heard her name called. Mike had regained consciousness. She stopped. "I'm here, Mike. I'll be right back. Just lay back down and I'll bring you something of mine to wear," Pamala said starting up the stairs again. "But, it didn't work!" Mike exclaimed still groggy from the blow to his head. Pamala hesitated for a second, then smiled. "Better check again, darling." she called out over her shoulder. Her smile broadened as a long drawn out wail of despair came from below. -- Karen Mitchell labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com -From: 8n1f1.labrat@onr.com (Michael Gray) Newsgroups: alt.fan.disney.gargoyles Subject: Re: TGC off the air Date: Sat, 26 Apr 1997 22:33:14 -0500 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Message-ID: <6jsYzY9GAIEK092yn@onr.com> References: <19970420004401.UAA13393@ladder01.news.aol.com> X-Newsreader: Yarn for OS/2 v0.92 with YEP X-Moon-Phase: The Moon is a Waning Gibbous (83.0570% of Full). Lines: 24 On 20 Apr 1997 00:45:41 GMT, marcfp@aol.com (Marc F P) wrote this about TGC off the air: > >It looks like that TGC has ended airing. I noticed in this morning's TV >listings (WABC-TV) that the 11:30am (EDT) block says "Darkwing Duck" >I went to a Web site that has TV listings and checked April 26 - The 11:30 >time block again says "Darkwing Duck". I don't know where you're located, but they're showing Ducktales (yuck) here in Austin. >I checked the other time blocks and none of them say "TGC" which >indicates that the action cartoon was cancelled by ABC. >(At least I got to see all 13 episodes) Does anyone know whether the TGC episodes will be aired along with the regular Gargoyles episodes? I managed to tape 12 of the 13 eps (missing And Justice for All.) -- ======= Remove the 5 digit spamkiller from address before replying ========== : LabRat 'at' onr 'dot' com : Just because you're paranoid doesn't : : : mean they're not out to get you : =============================================================================