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From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo)
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Subject: TG: To Love and To Cherish by Daedalus (1/2)
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Date: 28 May 1996 15:28:13 GMT
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Hi.
This story proves once more that witchcraft is not what it ever
seems. I hope the author approve this posting. If not I could only
offer to send a cancel right behind the arcticle.
As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.
Enjoy the story.
Ciao
Nostrumo
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
To Love and To Cherish
by Daedalus
"No!"
"But darling..."
"No!"
"You are being thoroughly unreasonable, you know!"
"Oh yeah? I am being unreasonable? And what does that make you?!"
"It's not as if it were for the first time..."
"Quite! I've had enough. No!"
"I'll start throwing things!"
"Ah... We are now threatening to throw a fit, are we? How
un-ladylike."
"You knew you weren't marrying a lady!"
"Damn right!"
"Is that supposed to mean anything?"
"Perish the thought!"
"Just checking!"
Meg dumped two steaming plates on the table and for a short while they
were both pretending to be too busy concentrating on their food. Only
when Joe got up to pour, rather belatedly, two glasses of beer, Meg
decided that the temperature had dropped low enough.
"Look," she said, "let's start again. You are obviously upset over it
and I can't work out why. It's only another session of the Circle, for
goodness' sake. You know all about it. I've never made it a secret,
have I? What's the big deal?"
"Yeah, and why does the damn Circle need to meet HERE? And every bloody
week, too?"
Meg heaved a carefully judged sigh - just enough to show irritation,
but not enough to trigger another bout of shouting.
"Joe, please... I did explain. Our place happens to be by FAR the
most suitable. For miles and miles and miles around. A fluke of
geography. We've been through all of this before you moved in with me,
remember?"
Joe felt his anger losing its original edge and made a mental effort to
generate a stubborn determination to fill the void.
"Oh, I don't mind the wretched Circle meeting here, dammit. But I DO
object to being booted out of my own home every time it does decide to
get together! It was supposed to be 'a few times a year' -- remember?
And how many times has it been over the last months? Come on... Tell
me!"
Meg allowed herself another sigh, while making a note not to overdo it.
"Darling, I am sorry. You know we've been having problems. It's
really not my fault, as you know perfectly well. It won't last
forever."
"No? So how long WILL it last?!"
"I wish I knew. I can only hope..."
"There! And in the meantime you boot me out of my own house for a
whole night damn near regularly once a week! And you are surprised
that I get angry?"
For a while they ate in tense silence. Finally, Joe pushed away his
plate, leaned back on the chair and said: "Look, I am sorry I shouted,
but I really meant it. I am not spending another night in a cheapo
hotel..."
"You never do!"
"...and don't interrupt me! The answer is no, and that's final."
Despite everything, Meg could not help wincing. Joe knew as well as
she did that she would never force him to comply, as was in her power
to do one way or another. There was no way he could be sure the same
applied to the rest of the Circle.
"And have you considered how my guests would react to that?" she asked
angrily.
"They are GUESTS, remember? There are traditions about that!"
Joe did have a point, but Meg wasn't at all sure whether the likes of
Amanda would stop considering traditional niceties before venting her
disapproval in some unfortunate manner. Not that it mattered...
"Besides," continued Joe, feeling his momentary advantage, "What they
don't know can't hurt them." To his surprise, it was clearly the wrong
thing to say. Meg just looked at him and the look spelt out volumes
about just how idiotically dumb-headed that last remark was. Joe
glared back until Meg got up to clear the empty plates off the table.
"Do you want a yoghurt?" she asked from the fridge.
"What kinds have we got left?"
"Only apricot."
"Fine by me... I'll have one."
Meg fetched two yoghurts and two teaspoons and settled herself back at
the table.
"Darling, if you are contemplating lurking in the house you don't know
what you are talking about. Your male Yang would stand out like a
totem pole even if I hid you in the cellar behind three padlocks."
"Yang, Yang, Yin, Yin... That's just words you hang on your abilities.
Things are things..."
"Rot!..."
"... and if my 'Yang' stands out so -- disguise it somehow! You are
supposed to be a witch, after all!"
Meg opened her mouth and then shut it with a snap. She felt like
giggling, but didn't dare. She felt like many other things too --
crying being definitely one of them, and that would have been even
worse. So she fixed Joe with a thoughtful look instead.
"I could, you know!"
"So, what's the problem? You do that, I get a good night's sleep and
everybody's happy! I wish I'd kicked up fuss before now. Women!"
With a triumphant look, Joe dug his spoon into the yoghurt. He was
pleased with himself. Meg ate in silence. Finally, licking off the
last spoonful, she said:
"You REALLY would want me to do that?"
Joe looked up. It was typical of Meg to start wriggling almost
immediately. The classic female trick -- if you don't want to do
something, persuade your man that HE thinks it is not a good idea. He
had to stand firm. But... Why was it he was getting the feeling he
was about to lose the argument after all?
"Yeah, why not?" he asked challengingly.
"Because there's only one way I can disguise your Yang -- by replacing
it with a Yin for a while."
Joe looked bland: "Yeah -- so? You are hiding behind words again."
She was NOT getting around him this time.
"So. That would turn you into a woman for the duration. See?"
Joe stared. Meg smirked. She clearly thought she had him, and by
golly, she was not far wrong! It was intolerable and Joe squared his
shoulders and said: "So? Maybe I've been having this hankering for
femininity all these years. Sitting in the closet, you know."
Meg laughed, got up, collected the yoghurt pots, dumped them in the
bin, dumped the spoons in dirty mugs filled with water by the sink.
Then she walked behind Joe's chair and buried her fingers in his hair.
"You are a rotten liar, and you know it," she said pulling his head
back and planting an upside-down kiss on his nose. Joe grinned at her
upwards. "But," she continued, "you showed disrespect to my calling
and this 'supposed to be a witch' really ought to teach you a lesson."
She let go of Joe and moved back to the sink. He got off his chair and
sauntered over to the teapot, stretched past Meg to fill it with water,
and switched it on.
"Seriously, though..." he said.
Meg turned round and put a finger on his lips: "Not a word! It's
settled."
Joe's mouth opened... and shut again. He found himself profoundly
unsure how to react. Was she expecting HIM to throw a fit? He knew
perfectly well what his wife was capable of. He'd seen proofs enough
of her powers, even when not augmented by the formidable powers of the
Circle. But it had been an unwritten law in their relationship that
Meg never used her witchery to his disadvantage. Did he push things
too far this time? How come? It couldn't have been such a big deal
for her!
Seeing the doubt reflected in his eyes, Meg laughed and moved up to
him, putting her hands around his butt and her forehead against his.
"You big baby," she said. "You scared I'll do something to you against
your will?"
"No, no... Of course not!" said Joe swallowing.
"But you did sort of agree to it."
"Only before you spelt out the implications..."
Meg pressed herself against him and was amused, but not really
surprised, to feel Joe's erection.
"So you didn't mean it."
"Er... No. Not really."
"What do you mean, 'not really'?"
"I mean, 'no'."
"So why," whispered Meg nibbling his left ear, "are you so excited
about it?"
"I am not! Well... I mean... Why shouldn't I be excited when my wife
presses herself against me in a meaningful manner and starts eating my
earlobes?"
"I tell you, darling, you are a rotten liar." She reached with her lips
for his ear again. "I'll do you a deal, OK? Say yes, and I'll turn you
into the most beautiful woman in the world -- your own wet dream come
true."
"You are my wet dream!"
"Liar! Liar! You think flattery can get you anything, don't you?"
"This is ridiculous!"
"You are being ridiculous."
"No I am not!"
"Oh yes you are! I am offering you the solution you wanted, and it's a
nicely naughty one too - I wish it'd crossed my mind before. You get a
night at home and we both get a look at your dream female. It's only
for the night anyway. You can be yourself again as soon as they are
gone."
"And I am supposed to buy this? What's the point of meeting my dream
sex object and being unable to screw her?"
"Joe, Joe...," laughed Meg, now quite sure of herself. "I am positive
you'll find a way around that. Come on, don't tell me you have one of
those fragile masculine egos that go all to pieces at a mere hint of an
unmanly experience. I wouldn't have loved you if you had one."
The kettle, which had been blowing steam for a while, finally decided
to switch itself off. They both ignored it.
"Look, Meg... I mean, no... I mean, can't you see it would be wrong?"
Meg started shaking her head but Joe went on.
"Look, I know myself well enough. Please, listen... It's not that.
It's... Don't you think I don't realise that my dream bimbo is really
a ridiculous looking creature?"
That was a degree of insight Meg didn't really expect. Well, it made
things simpler - all well and good. She cocked her head to one side
thoughtfully and said: "Hmm... You do have a point there. Too much
of a good thing isn't wonderful."
"Well, there... It was a nice thought, but..."
"...But I have another one. I take your point entirely. OK. It'd be
harder for me, but it is an interesting challenge. Suppose I turn you
into a woman you would want to be if you were one. How about that?"
Meg was gratified to feel Joe's erection harden again. There was
something buried in that masculine psyche of his that positively
luxuriated in the thought of becoming female... Strange, but
convenient. Perhaps it was indeed true of men in general, she thought
ruefully.
"Isn't that a bit circular?" said Joe doubtfully, "I mean, not being
one, I have no idea..."
"Well, no, neither do I. Makes it more interesting, doesn't? Leave the
how of it to me. Come on, darling. I am now curious. And you are
curious too. I know you too well not to see that you are..."
She hugged Joe to herself and he hugged her back. Meg could
practically hear Joe mulling it around in his head, and had no
compunctions about loading the odds by nursing his erection with slight
movements of her body. When Joe finally broke the embrace, there was
no need to say anything. They both knew he agreed.
It'll hardly surprise a perceptive reader, that on that particular
night their love-making was unusually intense and satisfying to both
parties. Setting a new precedent, we shall not dwell on the details.
* * *
"Yes, yes... tomorrow." Lucy sounded quite uncharacteristically
excited, thought Amanda with disapproval.
"Fine." she said, "I'll make sure there are no slackers at tomorrow's
meeting. We'll need all our strength and all our presence of mind, I
shouldn't be surprised."
"Getting together at Betty's first, is it?" asked Lucy's voice
anxiously.
"Yes, as arranged." said Amanda and firmly put the phone down. Lucy
was definitely beginning to get on her nerves. Of course, they were
all on edge, ever since losing Joan so stupidly in that unexpected
attack. For once, however, things were beginning to look up. Just as
well. It would be a relief NOT to be in charge again.
* * *
In the morning, Meg slipped out of the bed early, despite Joe's
protests.
"Stop grumbling... I have some special preparations to make, as you
should know," she said, kissed him on both nipples, slid her hand down
his stomach to briefly nurse his erection, and was gone.
Joe let himself drift down into semi-sleep again, but soon wound up
having a conversation with himself, behind his closed eyes.
"What the hell have I let myself to be talked into?" he asked himself.
"An experience," he replied.
"Am I really going to let her do this to me?!"
"I guess so."
"Am I gay or what?"
"Mmmm... Doesn't feel like it."
"The whole thing is ridiculous anyway."
"True. I've known life to get quite ridiculous now and then."
"Just look at me in a mirror!"
"Yeah... But after? She thinks it'd be worthwhile..."
"Can I believe that?"
"I think I do."
"I wonder what I'd look like..."
"I wonder."
"No way to find out, is there?"
"No, no other way."
"Well, I could always fantasise."
"But I know I don't necessarily get turned on most by what I can
fantasise."
"Quite so. Let's see... Big boobs?"
"Yeah... But... [shudder!] on me???"
"Yeah, I guess. Big ass too."
"Masses of curly hair!"
"Yup! Platinum blond, you old lecher?"
"No... Hang on... Imagine it being ME."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Quite."
"So why am I getting wet?"
"Because I've just fantasised a lovely wench."
"But not myself."
"No."
"Bugger that for a lark then!"
"I'll never know otherwise, will I?"
"No. But... Suppose she likes me that way? Do I trust her that
much?"
"But I do."
"Of course."
"Well, that's that then!"
"Bugrit, bugrit, bugrit! What an unmanly thing to agree to."
"I make me puke!"
"It's mutual."
* * *
Meg was busy all day with her preparations and Joe, somewhat dazed by
the prospect of the coming evening, busied himself in the garden, which
required a lot of attention in any case.
Meg emerged blinking from her darkened workroom at mid-afternoon and
settled herself in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and some biscuits.
Joe wondered in from the garden a little while later and parked himself
at the table with his own mug of coffee.
"Better don't eat anything," said Meg. "We'll have to get started
pretty soon and you may find a rapid change upsetting on the stomach."
"You really want to do this?" asked Joe, sipping his coffee with a
distinct feeling of unreality.
"I am not wasting all that work, that's for sure. You are not about to
get cold feet, are you? To faint on me or something equally
ridiculous?" she grinned, "That WOULD be unmanly!. Hope you aren't
suffering an uncharacteristic attack of macho-attitudes."
"I just don't know," said Joe with a sigh. "It IS a bit much to take
on a short notice." He looked mournfully into his mug.
"You'll manage it all right, my love. That's what I like in you," said
Meg laying her hand over his on the table. "You are only feeling down
right now because you feel silly - for no real reason I can think of."
She drained her mug and got up.
"Well, there is no time like the present." she said, "Better go and
take a quick shower. I need you clean. But do make it quick. I am
not really sure how long it will take, to tell you the honest truth."
"OK, OK," said Joe getting up and feeling more foolish than ever.
"And don't bother to dress after the shower," added Meg stopping in the
door. "I need you naked."
* * *
Amanda stopped spinning her bracelet on the table and looked at Lucy
sharply: "You are QUITE sure she actually got him to agree to it? You
know how important this is!"
If at all possible, Lucy briefly looked even vaguer than ever, but
Amanda knew better than to be fooled. Behind that confused image was
one of the sharpest far-sensing minds in the world.
Lucy nodded, her hands fussing ineffectively with her untidy bun of
hair: "Yes, yes... He consents. He is curious."
"You really ought to try a pony-tail, you know", said Amanda nastily
and pushed away her tea cup getting up in a rustle of grey silk. "We
should be on our way -- to stand by, if nothing else. Is everybody
ready? Betty, dear, I'll have to make you a present of some of my
herbal tea."
She shut her eyes (not quite coincidentally avoiding the poisonous look
from Betty) and concentrated, excluding from her mind the sounds of the
members of the Circle getting from their chairs and sofas.
"By all the powers that be!" she thought fiercely, "This'd better work!
I am TIRED of trying to organise this madhouse. The Moon be my
witness, I never wanted the responsibility."
* * *
"Come in, come in..." said Meg without turning around in response to
the knock on the door.
Joe slid into the room and shut the door behind him. Usually this
place was out of bounds to him, just like his study was out of bounds
to Meg. It avoided unnecessary arguments.
The room was crowded with cupboards and working surfaces, barely
leaving enough room in the middle for the white pentagram carefully
painted on the floor. The floor area within the points was covered in
painstakingly chalked meaningless scrolls - presumably the fruit of
Meg's preparation. Five small incense burners were positioned just
opposite the points of the pentagram and Meg was carefully measuring
the distances between them.
As always, Joe somehow expected to see bubbling alembics and glass
tubes with multicoloured liquids, and couldn't quite suppress the
childish disappointment that there weren't any. The room was full of
stuff, but little of it looked even vaguely witchy or just plain
magical. If it weren't for that pentagram on the floor and for the
incense burners carefully positioned in its five corners...
Meg straightened from her measurements, satisfied, and had to suppress
a smile -- Joe looked so very apprehensive standing there, clutching
the towel wrapped around his waist.
"Drop that towel on the top over there and get in," she gestured at the
centre of the pentagram. "Just mind you don't step on any of the
writing."
"You are not feeling bashful, are you?", she added with a smile when
Joe turned away before removing the towel. "If your body is feeling
horny, all the better."
Joe disposed of the towel and moved towards the centre of the room, his
nakedness revealing a semi-arousal and lots of goose pimples. He
stepped into the inner pentagon of the design and turned to face Meg
with an unspoken "Now what?" on his face.
"Do you want to watch?" asked Meg and when Joe hesitated, added "You
probably won't see any details anyway - it'll be near dark here. But
there should be some special effects worth seeing."
Joe nodded abruptly, not trusting himself to speak.
"Right," continued Meg, "Turn towards the door, spread your legs as far
as you can without stepping on any lines and lift your arms up and a
bit sideways. No, UP - not in front of you. Good... Now, don't
panic, I am about to immobilise you... It's to make sure you don't get
hurt..."
Joe tried to nod and found he couldn't. Not that anything stopped him
nodding - he simply could not find any will power to make the necessary
effort. That, as far as he was concerned, was the maddening thing
about his wife's witchery. Most of the time there was no sign she did
anything at all and half the time one wound up wondering whether in
fact she did do nothing, simply allowing a verbal suggestion to do its
own work. This time there was witchery involved all right. He was
sure he would not feel so comfortable in this position otherwise.
Meg lit the brasiers and switched off the electric light, plunging the
room into a flickering semi-darkness. She said something polysyllabic
and strange, and the brasiers flared briefly, their light suddenly
reflecting off a large mirror surface that now replaced the door. In
it, Joe could see himself in a vague imitation of the classic
"Leonardo" position. At another sharp word, the brasiers started
producing a lot of aromatic smoke, dimming the meagre light in the room
to a mere glow.
"My God," thought Joe, "She is really about to do it. Unless she's
bluffing, by the time she's done with me I'll be a woman!" To his
consternation, his penis eagerly responded to the thought.
All at once, the air around him lit up with a bluish glow, which
quickly sank to the floor, concentrating into a bright circular band
encircling him. A faint tinkling swirled around the room, and the band
of light grew dimmer, allowing Joe to see that the room was filled with
reddish, directionless illumination. It cast no shadows, making
everything look flat and unnatural.
His eyes gradually adjusted to the dim light, allowing him to see quite
clearly his reflection in the mirror. Meg was somewhere behind him to
the right -- he could not see her and she was keeping utterly still,
making no sound at all. For several minutes, or so it seemed to Joe,
absolutely nothing happened, but then he noticed the band of dim light
slowly creeping upwards. His eyes were held by the movement and so it
was only when the band crept above his knees that he noticed the change
it was leaving behind. While above the level of the band his legs had
their usual cover of dark hair, none at all was visible below.
Despite expecting changes, it took Joe a while to convince himself that
his eye were not tricking him, by which time the wave of change of
nearly at his groin.
"This is it!" he thought. "Goodbye masculinity!" as the band of light
traversed the pubic region making it difficult to see what changes
might be taking place there. He could still feel his penis, standing
to attention and throbbing with excitement, as a kind of "phantom limb"
he imagined. To his surprise, however, as the change moved up, he
could still see his penis too -- now apparently quite hairless --
standing up between a pair of shapely, quite feminine legs.
"Well," thought Joe, "There's a relief!" At the same time he felt a
tinge of regret mixed with an anticipation of ribbing Meg about the
inadequacy of her magical efforts.
By the time the change reached his neck, there was no longer any doubt.
After the passing of the band of light, Joe's body was moulded into
feminine proportions, losing all body hair in the process, but that was
about it. His masculinity, though somewhat incongruous, was quite
undeniable. His nipples did appear somewhat larger, but his chest
remained as flat as it always had been. And when the band lifted
itself over the crown of his head, it was clear that his face had
acquired a somewhat androgynous look, but combined with the masculine
haircut, it was quite far from being really female.
"OK," said Joe to himself. "Show over. Sorry about it, Meg, old
girl..." And at that moment the band of light above his head lit up
like a flare and with a bone-jarring crash fell back to the floor and
instantly dimmed again.
Joe blinked several times, trying to get rid of the bright
after-images, and stared: spread-eagled in the mirror in front of him
was a voluptuous raven-head beauty. Before he had a chance to
comprehend the sudden change, a basso-profundo voice above him said
"AUM!" and the band of light flew up, flared and crashed to the floor
again.
This time Joe shut his eyes in time to avoid being blinded. Opening
them, he was greeted by the sight of a dishy nordic blonde being
reflected in the mirror.
"This is ME?!" he gasped inwardly, and with another "AUM!" a flare and
a crash, there was a compact red-haired girl with a snub nose and lots
of freckles looking back at him. With increasing rapidity, the
reflection flicked through a number of different female types,
gradually losing the initial sex-doll looks, until the voice said
"HARUM!" and all went dark. It was only then that body sensations
caught up with Joe's consciousness and they were profoundly strange.
He could feel a mass of hair lying on his back, its weight pulling his
head back. He could feel the weight of... presumably breasts! on his
chest, with the burning radiance of excitement spreading from the
nipples. Above all, he could feel a kind of lightness and...
emptiness, between his legs. His skin felt strange, his lungs too full
and his mind was stunned by the utter certainty that, indeed, he was no
longer a he, but a she.
The immobilisation spell must have let go at that point, letting him
sink heavily to the floor.
* * *
Meg slumped in her chair. After a long silence she said wretchedly,
without lifting her eyes: "Sorry... I am just not up to it... He
didn't respond at all and I simply can't go on with this... How could
I? I look at him in that body and..." her voice broke. "Don't you
understand?!"
To her surprise, Amanda felt all her carefully prepared words to
evaporate under the weight of misery radiating from Meg. It would be
so easy to compel her, to re-impose the simpler, compliant
personality... And it would do no good. What had to be done had to be
done freely or not at all.
There was another awkward silence while Amanda frantically searched for
the right things to say, with the eyes of the rest of the Circle firmly
on her. They weren't accusing eyes, not yet, merely expectant.
Unexpectedly, it was Mary who finally broke the silence. "Child," she
said, "We do understand. Not all of us equally, but we do, believe me.
Yet our need is great and your distress, however real and painful, is
something that we can attend to. Trust us. Trust us one more time."
She turned to Amanda, adding quite needlessly: "This is my strength.
By your leave and the leave of my sisters..." She left the sentence
unfinished.
Amanda nodded and closing her eyes thought "A friend in need... I
won't forget..." Aloud she said: "Good. We must carry on with the
final step. Meg, dear, I feel for you. You must be brave and joyful
and above all persuasive. Through you, we WILL succeed." As long as it
sounded decisive and confident -- that was enough.
Mary got up from her chair and walking around to where Meg was sitting,
slumped and hopelessly shaking her head, placed her hands on Meg's left
shoulder and the forehead: "Come, child. It is for love, as you know.
What else is there but love?"
* * *
"They would have been FURIOUS!" said Meg with a giggle, stroking Joe's
breasts. "I was really terrified when Amanda first stepped in. She
sort of sniffed around as if she suspected something..."
Joe wriggled, surprised how pleasant the sensation was despite all the
love-making of the previous hours. Women DID have a different
physiology of sex, after all.
"Sorry I risked getting you into trouble," he said. "Wasting your
efforts..."
"Wasting? Oh dear... I thought you were enjoying yourself!"
"Well, yes... And it is different, sure. And I will have been glad it
happened, if you see what I mean. But I would have enjoyed it just as
much as a man..."
"But not as long! And we now know what kind of woman you'd be
comfortable as, if you were comfortable being a woman," laughed Meg.
"True and true... Not as good looking as I would have hoped..."
"Nonsense! Sexy as hell!"
"Nonsense yourself!"
"Rubbish!"
"Bollocks!"
Laughing, Meg collapsed on top of him: "Lack of!", she said, playfully
sliding her hand between his thighs and slipping a finger between the
lips of his pussy. "Does it feel very different?" she added curiously.
"Oh, it does... But... No, don't stop!..." Joe pulled her head
towards him for a long kiss.
"But what?" asked Meg disentangling herself. "Is it because you are a
man and it feels strange to be a woman?"
Joe thought about it. "I suppose that might be a part of it, I don't
know..."
"Would you like to know how it REALLY is for a woman?"
"How do you mean? You've turned me into one already, remember? Yin
replacing Yang and suchlike..."
"Love, I confess it wasn't quite as thorough as I'd hoped. That's why
I I nearly pissed myself when Amanda started sniffing. Trouble was, I
didn't have the time to do anything about it."
"What?! What on Earth are you burbling about?" Joe lifted himself on
one elbow and examined himself. "Are you saying this is just an
illusion?"
"Oh, goodness, no! What I mean is, you are a stranger to this
shape..."
"Well, I hope so! What did you expect? Was I too awkward for you as
your lesbian plaything? Is that it?! Well, you can..." His sudden
anger stumbled as he realised that Meg was convulsed with laughter.
"Well... Now what?"
"What do you mean 'now what'? It was simply you all over.
Demonstrating it perfectly! I may have changed your looks, but it
changed you not an iota otherwise."
"I didn't expect it to... Did you?"
"Well, of course. It's only natural. Matter of fact YOU are unnatural
right now. A man with a woman's body... However a delightful 'lesbian
plaything' that makes! But, remember? I wanted to know what kind of
woman you'd want to be if you were a woman and that is by no means
limited just to the looks. I am still curious."
"Uh-uh... I can see it coming!"
"Aren't you curious?"
"Hmmm... You mean there IS more to experience?"
"How should I know?" mused Meg. "There may well be. Your reactions
suggest to me that there is."
"This is beginning to sound like a bad porno-fantasy... You have
somebody else, so you are trying to turn me into a woman and make me
forget I ever was a man."
"And you'd believe that?"
Joe thought about it. "No." he said at last. "Beats me why, but no, I
wouldn't."
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