Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: nostrumo@nienor.in-berlin.de
Subject: TG: Copeland Messes with the Wrong Person by Lisa Blades
Date: 4 Nov 1995 02:14:52 +0100

			   Copeland Messes
			      with the
			     Wrong Person
				  by
			     Lisa Blades

	I was in the bathroom just off the locker room when Copeland
walked in and headed over toward me. Copeland wore just a towel and a
scowl on his face.

	He was a senior and considered one of the tough guys on
campus. Rumor had it that no one had ever gotten him to back down from
anything. He pretty much got his way. From the look on his face, he
wanted something from me.

	He stood up to one of the urinals next to me and started to
piss. When I was done, I tried to get around him. But he took a step
back and blocked me in the corner.

	"What's your fucking hurry, Mitchell?" he asked. "Got
someplace you're trying to get to?"

	I didn't say anything. I looked blankly off into the distance.
I was still wearing my shorts and t-shirt and really wanted to get out
of there and shower.

	"Yeah, you think you're such hot shit, don't ya, Mitchell,"
Copeland said. "For just a fucking sophomore, you think you're really
some kind of goddamn stud, huh? Just cause you made the fucking faggot
baseball team."

	Copeland was starting to give me a headache. I could feel my
forehead throbbing already. He wasn't the first one to give me shit
about this.

	When I made the baseball team as a freshman, I took some crap
from the older guys on the team. Most of it was little more than
overdone teasing; sort of a rite of passage onto the varsity team. I
took that and was accepted.

	But dicks like Copeland couldn't hack it. They didn't like a
supposed newcomer to grab the glory from guys who had been there four
years. Copeland himself had tried out for the team, but had been cut.

	Right then and right there, as Copeland turned to scowl
straight into my face, I decided I'd had enough of his crap. I had an
ace in the hole. I was ready to use it.

	"Let me by, Copeland," I said, my voice low but audible. "Just
leave me alone and let me by."

	"Fuck you," he hissed. "You stole my goddamn spot on that
team. And I'll have your nuts for it."

	Though he was quick, I was quicker. His arm snapped up and out
at me, his hand drawn into a fist. But it froze halfway there.

	"I told you," I said softly. "Leave me alone. But you can't.
Now you'll pay."

	I looked down at his towel. He followed my gaze. The towel
unfurled itself and slapped quickly into the ground.

	Give Copeland credit for getting his testosterone. He was hung
quite well.

	But the weight built in the front of my mind. I pushed it
outward at Copeland. We both watched quietly as his penis and balls
began to shrink. And shrink. And shrink.

	They went far beyond that of a small child. They were
positively miniature. His cock was no bigger around than a pencil. His
balls were about as big around as dimes.

	I pushed past Copeland, pausing to call over my shoulder as I
headed toward the door: "You fucked with the wrong guy, dickhead. You
finally fucked with the wrong guy."

	As I was showering, Copeland finally came out of the bathroom.
He had his towel tightly around his waist. He looked shaken,
incredibly shaken. His friends were asking him if he was okay. He
muttered something about the flu and quickly dressed, his back to his
friends.

	Obviously, though, common sense was not his strong point. He
was waiting for me as I walked out of the locker room. We were off
from where his group of friends were standing.

	"You're a fucking dead man, Mitchell," he said as he
approached me.

	"You still don't get it, do you, man?" I asked. Finally he was
standing directly in front of me.

	"I know you're gonna die, asswipe," he hissed. But he again
found himself unable to move.

	"Listen, pencil-dick," I began, then smiled. "And that is
fairly descriptive, isn't it?" I chuckled before continuing. "You
listen to me, and you listen really, really well. I'm sick of you.
You're an asshole. And I'm going to teach you a lesson. Can you feel
your dick?"

	I saw him concentrate, then nod slowly. I felt the weight
again in my forehead, then pushed it out. Copeland's eyes widened.

	"My friend," I said softly, "you are now the proud possessor
of a fine, furry pussy. A cunt. A twat, I believe you would call it.
And that's not the half of it. You have exactly 10 minutes before that
pussy is joined by a fine pair of breasts. So I would advise you to
get the hell out of here, right now."

	Then I paused and smiled. "But not before this... "

	I swung my arm back and cold-cocked him, driving him backwards
onto the blacktop. I stepped forward and towered over him.

	"Let this be part of the lesson," I said. "And remember: 10
minutes."

	With that, I left and walked home.

	It was about 6 p.m. that night that my personal phone rang. I
knew who it was.

	"I was wondering when you would call," I said.

	"Please, man," Copeland whined into the phone. "Please, man.
Please. Change me back, man. I can't even go downstairs and have
dinner with my folks."

	"Tsk-tsk," I said. "So... have you been playing with
yourself?" His uneasy silence told me he had. "Naughty-naughty,
Copeland. Good girls don't do that."

	"I'm no fucking girl-" he started angrily, but I cut him off.

	"No, but you can be a `fucking' girl," I said. "And if you
raise your goddamn voice to me one more time, I'll turn you into the
biggest whore you've ever seen. You got that?"

	"Yes," he said meekly.

	"Good girl," I said. "Now, I have one more thing for you to do
before I let you out of the spell... for now. You're to go into your
sister's room and get her cheerleading outfit. She'll probably be out
fucking the flavor of the week by now. So you get it and bring it over
to my house. I live in the room over the garage. Use the outside
stairs. Be here in 15 minutes. You don't want to know what happens
when you're late."

	When 15 minutes had expired and Copeland wasn't there, I made
one call. The person on the other end listened and enthusiastically
agreed.

	Copeland arrived 23 minutes after our call.

	"You're late, girl," I told him. He started to protest. I
raised my hand and instantly silenced him. "Punishment will come
later. Right now, strip out of your clothes and put on the uniform."

	He looked at me like I was speaking another language.

	"Don't make me ask you twice, bitch," I said.

	Copeland stripped. It was amusing to see his body with a pair
of breasts and a cunt. He looked like some bizarre body-building girl.

	As he picked up the uniform, I saw the look in his eyes. He
seemed sure it was not going to fit. But as he slipped the colored
panty-shorts up his legs, they fit perfectly. The skirt slipped
perfectly into place.

	He pulled the sweater over his head and then looked at me. I
smiled and motioned toward the mirror. He walked over and his eyes
went wide at what he saw.

	"She" was perfectly beautiful. It was a version of his sister,
but with blonde hair instead of black. And her breasts were a littler
larger, the rump a little rounder and the face a little more refined.

	"My God," she said, then put a hand to her lips at the soft
and sweet sound of her voice.

	"Back here, my little slave," I called. I was now on the bed,
naked and sporting a monster hard-on. Her eyes latched on to it. "Come
on, my little cheerleading slave. I know you want to come over and
suck on my meat."

	I mentally nudged her and the desire exploded in her. She
moved quickly and gracefully over to the bed and sucked me deep into
her mouth in one slick move.

	Her red painted lips left streaks along my cock. She was quite
talented. Within moments, I was dumping a load of sperm down her
throat.

	"Drink it all, slave," I said. "Suck it all down." She did as
she was told. Then I directed her to get on her hands and knees on the
bed. I tossed the skirt up over her rump and ripped the panties off of
her. Her eyes looked back in surprise when she saw her sister's
panties in shreds. I laughed.

	"Looks like you'll have to explain that one, eh?"

	Then I fucked her, hard and long. She could not come, though.
She felt herself getting closer and closer but could never quite come.
I reached around and squeezed and twisted the big nipples on her heavy
breasts.

	Then I finally came. I pulled out of her and she fell, heaving
on the bed, frustrated as hell by not coming.

	"Take off that uniform and use this," I said, tossing her a
dildo from a drawer. "Stuff it up your ass and you'll be coming in no
time."

	She did as she was told. I changed her back to Copeland. He
never noticed. He continued pounding the dildo in and out of his ass.
His pencil-sized dick was hard as a rock. I grinned, thinking about
how his girls' clit was probably larger.

	The door opened to my room and Kelly slipped inside. Kelly was
a big girl, tall and rotund. Though she wasn't grotesquely fat, she
was big. Big and quite tall. She saw Copeland and couldn't keep from
grinning foolishly She slid over next to me and whispered in my ear.

	"Gawd, I can't believe it," she said. "It really is him!"

	Finally, Copeland started to come. He squirted sperm all over
himself. He finally started to realize he was a guy again, albeit a
guy with a dildo imbedded in his ass.

	"Does it feel reeeeeeeeeeal good, Copeland?" Kelly asked. A
panicked look crossed his face when he saw her. His mouth opened and I
think he was going to scream, but no words came out.

	Kelly walked over to the bed and squeezed his itty-bitty dick.
She chuckled at it as it started to grow hard, though remained so
small.

	"Mmm-mmm," Kelly said. "Bite-size!" She made a growling sound
and made a biting motion toward it. Copeland panicked slid quickly up
onto the bed.

	Kelly laughed hard and loud.

	"Oh, don't worry, you poor baby," she said, laughing. "It
wouldn't fit on a hotdog bun. It definitely wouldn't satisfy my
appetite."

	"In case you were wondering," I told Copeland, "Kelly here is
part of your punishment for being late. We decided on the phone that
you should learn some humility, to learn that you're not the most
important person in the universe."

	Kelly and I sat down on the old couch I had.

	"You see," Kelly said. "I thought the best way was for you to
live for this entire weekend as a girl. A girl of my choosing."

	"I can't," Copeland said.

	"You really don't have a choice," I told him. I pointed to the
phone on the stand next to him. "Call and tell your parents whatever
they will believe."

	Copeland did. He weaved some story about going with some
friends somewhere.

	"Good boy, Copeland," I said. "Now, shall we begin?"

	I walked over behind where Kelly was sitting and placed my
hands on her forehead, directing my power through her. Copeland began
to change.

	First came the breasts. This time, though, they hung huge and
heavy off his chest. His thighs grew thick, as did his arms. His hair
became bleached blonde and hung straight down to his waist.

	"She" finally staggered to her feet and saw herself in the
mirror - a big-breasted, overweight, blonde whore.

	"The boys love those big tits," Kelly said. Copeland turned
and gaped at Kelly, who had changed herself.

	Gone was the bulky brunette. Now Kelly was tall and trim,
though still in dazzling shape. Her own large breasts had become high
and trim. She was, simply, a knockout. I leaned over and gave her a
deep, open-mouthed kiss.

	Finally we broke and Kelly tossed a bag at Copeland. "Here you
go, `Mary'. Some of my clothes. They should fit. Though those big
boobies of yours might be a little constrained."

	As Copeland dressed, I made sure he understood what was going
to happen: "Kelly is your mistress. You will obey her every command.
You will do whatever she wants, however she wants, whenever she wants.
You simply will not be able to disobey her. Not at all. It's simply
impossible for you. If she asks you to eat her pussy, you eat her
pussy. If she asks you to fuck a dog, you do it."

	With that, the two of them left. And I began to plan what I
was going to do for the weekend.