Pick Your Own Poison
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Pick Your Own Poison
By
Julie O
Edited
ByAmelia R.
Chapter 1
"Dale, this is Mark; she's back!" he exclaimed excitedly.
Twenty-one-year-old Dale Brewer rubbed his eyes as he tried to wake up.
"What are you talking about, Mark?"
"The redhead who sunbathes naked next door to my house; I told you about
her last night," explained Mark.
Dale looked at his watch and saw that it was nearly noon. He usually
didn't sleep in so late, but they had been out late partying,
celebrating the end of college for the summer.
"Um, oh yeah, the one you said that you saw the last two days," said
Dale as he sat up.
"That's the last five days, dude. It's amazing...it's like clockwork.
Look, Jeff and Tyler are already on the way over here," continued Mark
excitedly. "Look, don't be a pussy; you have to see her."
Dale sighed. He knew that it was pointless to try to argue with his
friend when he was like this. He had known Mark since first grade, and
Dale knew how excitable Mark could get when he wanted his way.
"Um...okay, I'll come over."
"Great, she's so fuckin hot; you won't believe your eyes!"
Dale hung up the phone and grabbed his car keys. Mark Seaver had been
telling him about the woman who sunbathed in the nude for the last
couple of days. Mark's bedroom was high enough to see over her fence
into her backyard.
The four guys had just come home from college, and Mark had spotted her
the second day he was home. Apparently she had just moved in the
previous month. Mark didn't even know her name, but he could describe
her entire body from her head to her toes.
Mark described her as a gorgeous redhead with a huge rack. Mark wasn't
exactly tactful when it came to women, thought Dale. Dale found this
amusing, as Mark was usually a very polite guy who planned to teach high
school when he graduated college. He just tended to go overboard when he
saw a beautiful woman.
Their mutual friends, Jeff and Tyler, were very similar to Mark when it
came to their attitudes towards women. Dale found this ironic as none of
them ever seemed to have had much luck when it came to actually dating
women.
Dale moved his long blonde hair out of his eyes as he drove over to
Mark's house. He had planned on getting it cut with the onset of summer,
but he had kept putting it off, as part of him liked having long hair.
As he drove towards Mark's house, Dale was slightly worried about spying
on the woman, but he had always been the most cautious of the group.
Mark always was trying to get him to be more adventurous. In fact,
during their last year at college, Mark, Jeff, and Tyler had come up
with many reckless adventures. Thankfully, the only time they got caught
was for throwing water balloons off their dorm roof onto passing cars.
Mark had the bad luck to hit an unmarked campus police car. This landed
them all on probation for a month.
This was different. They could really get in trouble if she saw them,
thought Dale as he parked his car in Mark's driveway. Oh, well, maybe he
can be the voice of reason should Tyler of Jeff come up with really
stupid idea.
Chapter 2
Tyler popped open a can of beer and passed it to Jeff. They were staring
through he blinds at the naked woman lying on a lounge chair by her
swimming pool. Mark was using a small pair of binoculars to get a really
good look.
"Man, look at her body! There are no tan lines at all!" exclaimed Jeff.
He was the tallest of the four friends at six-two and enjoyed being the
biggest and tallest of the group. He constantly gave the others grief
about being smaller.
"Man, she even shaves her pussy," added Tyler as he borrowed the
binoculars from Mark. "Can you believe that? I mean, I only saw that on
a striper once."
Mark nodded as he put his hand on Tyler's shoulder. "Wait til she turns
over, she has a tattoo just above her ass."
"You really have been studying her," said Tyler.
"You bet I have," said Mark proudly.
"So what do you know about her?" asked Dale as he joined the others. He
had to admit that the woman was very beautiful even though he felt
guilty for spying on her.
"My parents said she's renting the house for the summer. My mom talked
to her and found out she's researching a book," said Mark.
"How old do you think she is?" asked Tyler as he adjusted his glasses.
"Does it matter? I mean, it's not like you're going to get with her,"
piped in Jeff.
"Hey, a guy can dream can't he?" replied Tyler. "So, what do you think
she really does? I bet with that body she's a stripper."
Mark shook his head. "No way, she's too classy to be a stripper; I bet
she's a high priced escort. I mean, she only goes out at night."
"Maybe she's in porn; I mean, her body is too perfect to be a writer,"
said Jeff.
"I've looked at a lot of porn, and I've never seen anyone who looks that
good," stated Mark as he rubbed his goatee.
"What about you, Dale, what do you think?" asked Tyler.
Dale shrugged his shoulders. "Why couldn't she be a writer?"
"Dude, you're such a pussy!" kidded Jeff. "I mean, don't you have a
fantasy about a dream woman?"
"Yeah, Dale, what's the harm in dreaming?" said Mark.
"I know that, but I seriously doubt she's an exotic dancer or a
stripper...or a porn star," replied Dale as he looked at Mark.
"What's wrong with porn stars?" asked Mark with a laugh.
"Seriously, don't you guys ever think about meeting your real dream
girl...a woman that you'd want to spend your life with?" continued Dale.
"You mean a woman that will have your kids and shit like that?" asked
Tyler.
Dale nodded.
"Not yet," replied Tyler.
"Ah shit, she's leaving!" Jeff griped.
Mark looked at his watch. "That's weird; she's normally out there until
five."
The four friends sat down, and Mark passed out another round of beers.
"Man, I hope she does that all summer," said Mark.
"Aren't you afraid she might see you?" asked Dale.
Mark shook his head. "As long as the blinds are down, she can't see us."
"I wonder where she went?" asked Jeff as he looked out the window again.
"Maybe she heard us talking and is coming over to fuck our brains out,"
said Tyler, who began to laugh.
"You have a very filthy mind, young man."
The four boys turned in unison to see the red headed woman standing in
the doorway.
Mark started to stand up, but the woman casually motioned with her left
hand and he slumped back down. She then put her right index finger to
her lips and made a "shhh" sound.
The boys discovered that not only couldn't they speak, but that they
couldn't move either.
The woman walked into the room and shook her head in disgust. "I was
willing to put up with the occasional peek at my sunbathing, but this
has gotten out of hand. The next thing you'll do is start taking photos
or videos. I'm not ashamed of my body and don't mind others looking at
it, but I will not be the subject of your vile fantasies."
She moved slowly around the room, inspecting each boy. "Yes, I heard
everything you were talking about. You have some rather disturbing
opinions of women...well, most of you do," she said as she paused in
front of Dale.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and took the beer out of Mark's
hand. She took a sip and placed the empty can on the nightstand.
"Now, you may be wondering why you can't move; the answer is simple, I
am a witch," said the woman in a calm manner. "My name is Morganna, not
that it will matter to you, as you will not remember it after I have
punished you."
She smiled as she sensed the fear in the four.
"I have thought about how you should be punished, and on my way over
here it hit me; you shall each become the woman you fantasize about. In
a way, I let you pick your own poison. However, I will give you a chance
of escaping this fate. The way the spell will work is that you will be
transported out of here to another part of town. All you have to do is
get home, and you will be safe. All this will just be a very realistic
dream."
She got up and walked over to the window, as if to look out to her yard.
"However, here's the catch. You will find that you will attract a man
who shares your personal female fantasy; if you give in to his advances,
then you will become that woman, HIS woman. You will then live out your
life in that role. You will remember your present life, but you will be
the only one who will. So, it is up to you; how strong are you?"
Chapter 3
Tyler opened his eyes and was shocked to see that not only was he
standing by the side of the road, but it now appeared to be in the
middle of the night. He looked at his watch and his worst fears were
confirmed, as it was now ten-thirty in the evening.
He looked around and tried to figure out where he was. He could see a
highway in the distance, and that meant he was clear across town. Oh
well, all he had to do was get home and this nightmare would be over. He
reached into his back pocket and discovered that he no longer had his
wallet. Great, that meant he would have to walk home, which would be six
or seven miles. He debated calling home, but then how would he explain
what happened?
Tyler walked down the road, gradually gaining his bearings. This
wouldn't be so bad he thought. There was a thunderstorm forming to the
west, but with any luck, he would be home before it arrived. He then
wondered where the others were.
Remembering the witch's words, he ran his hands over his body, including
grabbing his crotch, and let out a sigh of relief; he was still a guy.
Tyler walked down the side of the road and thought about what had
happened. Was that woman really a witch, or had she just drugged the
beer somehow? Something had happened, as he was cross-town without money
in the middle of the night. If this was one of Mark's stupid jokes, he
would kick his ass good when he next saw him.
He was soon so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the car until it
stopped alongside him.
It was a white Cadillac Escalade, and there was a large African-American
with a shaved head driving it. The man rolled down the window and
smiled.
"Hey, you need a lift?" asked the man.
Without thinking, Tyler nodded.
"Get in," said the man.
Tyler walked to the passenger side and got in the SUV.
"What're you doing out here, boy?" asked the man.
"My girlfriend and I had a fight. She dumped me," lied Tyler.
The man laughed as he shook his head. "Bitches, can't live with'em,
can't live without 'em!"
Tyler joined in the laughter.
"Well, I can give you lift as far as Rock Hill Road," said the man.
Rock Hill Road, thought Tyler, that was only three miles from his house.
"Cool."
"My name is Tyler," he said extending his hand.
"I'm RJ," said the man. "I run a club there."
Tyler then remembered that Rock Hill Road had several strip joints on
it. He looked at the man and saw that he was wearing a very expensive
suit. Judging by the size of the man, it had to have been custom
tailored for him. He also noticed the man had a gold Rolex on his wrist.
"Really?" asked Tyler. "Which one?"
"The Gold Club," replied RJ.
Tyler let out a whistle. While he had never been in it, he had heard all
about it from his friends. It catered to high rollers and was supposed
to have the hottest women in town working there.
"You ever been inside?" asked RJ.
"No, but I've always wanted to," replied Tyler.
"Maybe tonight will be your lucky night," said RJ as he began to
chuckle.
A strange sensation swept through Tyler's body. He also had a feeling
that something bad was about to happen to him. As they approached the
next intersection, he could see a gas station.
"Why don't you drop me off here? I can call for a ride," said Tyler.
RJ laughed. "What's the matter?"
Tyler shook his head. "Nothing, I appreciate the lift, but I don't want
to be a bother."
"You ain't no bother...bitch," said RJ as he accelerated though the
intersection.
Tyler glanced over at RJ and was shocked to see that the man had his
cock out of his pants.
"You know what to do, bitch. It's your choice, you can do it...or I can
make you do it," stated RJ firmly.
A sensation of submission swept through Tyler. Inside, he was screaming,
but he could do nothing to prevent moving closer to RJ's now erect cock.
He even licked his lips in anticipation. Without any further hesitation,
Tyler leaned down to take RJ's cock into his mouth.
RJ pulled off the road as Tyler's lips began to engulf his cock. He put
the SUV in park as he reached down to position Tyler's head.
Tyler couldn't stop, and soon RJ's huge cock was filling his mouth. To
his shock he found he had no trouble taking it all in; in fact, he found
the sensation delightful.
As he sucked the man off, Tyler could see that his fingernails were now
long and shapely. They were also bright pink in color. My god, he
thought, I'm really turning into a woman just like the witch said I
would. Part of him wanted to stop, but it was too late.
"That's right, bitch, suck my cock," ordered RJ.
Tyler's head began to bob up and down as he went to work. What was
strange was the sensation coming from his nipples. They felt as if they
were hardening. He continued to work RJ's cock, but with his right hand
he reached under his top to discover that he now had breasts, and they
seemed to be growing bigger.
Tyler became aware that his whole body was tingling. His hand slipped
further down until it reached his skirt. He reached under it and found
that he had a vagina. Instead of being freaked out, he began to finger
his vagina, which was now moist from sexual excitement.
"Damn, Tammie, you sure can suck cock," moaned RJ. "I'm glad I hired
you."
Tammie? Why is RJ calling me that? It then hit her that she was Tammie
Vega, the Gold Club's newest dancer. Holy shit, I'm really a woman now,
thought Tammie.
Her new programming took over completely as she continued to work her
boss's cock. She loved the fact that she was his latest girlfriend. She
would do anything to keep him happy.
She could feel that he was tensing up and that soon her mouth would be
filled with his cum. Tammie knew that she had to swallow every drop, and
she made sure that she sucked her boss dry.
"Damn, you're the best, Tammie," moaned RJ.
Tammie looked up and smiled. She immediately pulled down the visor and
looked in the mirror. Her hair was now platinum blonde and styled in a
permanent that gave her large curls.
Within thinking, she began to reapply her makeup, as if she had been
doing it her whole life.
She looked down and straightened up her clothes, which consisted of a
pink tube top that barely covered her enormous tits and a very short
white skirt. On her feet was a pair of white five-inch heel pumps. RJ
insisted that she dresses provocatively all the time.
Even though she knew that up until a short time ago she had been a guy,
these memories were dominated by those of Tammie.
She had dropped out of high school last year when she had met RJ. He saw
great potential in her and had taken her under his wing. Thanks to him,
she now had her gorgeous body and her job as an exotic dancer. Yes, she
knew that eventually RJ would tire of her, but hopefully she would have
enough money by then.
RJ was very pleased with his latest bitch. The girl wasn't very smart
and easily dominated. Normally, he would use a girl like this up, but
she was too good to cast away. No, he would make her his top dancer and
keep her for his own woman.
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Sitting inside of her Mercedes in The Gold Club parking lot, Morganna
watched as the transformed Tammie stepped out of RJ's SUV. She wasn't
surprised at how quickly Tyler/Tammie had given in, as she had read his
mind and found that he was the weakest of the four.
She felt no guilt over what had happened, as Tyler had controlled his
own fate. If he had been stronger, he would be home now. The life Tammie
would lead was also Tyler's doing.
Without an ounce of regret, Morganna started her car's engine and headed
to see how the next one would fare.
Chapter 4
Around the time that Tammie was finishing up her first dance, Jeff was
walking quickly through downtown. He was walking as fast as possible; in
fact, his gait was just one speed before running. The witch's words had
struck a nerve, and he was truly afraid.
The woman had to be a real witch, he thought. One moment he was sitting
in Mike's bedroom, and the next he was across town. He looked at his
watch and saw that it was approaching eleven-thirty.
Like Tyler, Jeff found that he lacked money, so calling for a cab was
out of the question. If he hadn't been so afraid, he might have been
able to think through his predicament. All he would have had to have
done was to pay for the cab after he got home.
Jeff tried to tell himself to calm down. He was tall and muscular, so he
knew he could handle most threats, but then he remembered what the witch
had said, and the idea of becoming a chick sent a chill up is spine.
Thankfully, he knew where he was and how far he was from home. He also
knew where the bars were along the way and to avoid them. The last thing
he needed was some drunken guy coming onto him.
Just a few more blocks and he would reach the end of the business
district. He looked at his watch again and smiled. Once he reached the
residential area, he would be safe. He had no idea how wrong he was.
As he walked down the sidewalk, the only sound was the rumbling of
thunder in the distance. There were no cars on the road, and from what
he could see most of the houses were dark.
Just another hour and I'll be home and safe, he thought.
"Jeff? What are you doing out here so late?"
Jeff turned to see a man standing by his car. He immediately recognized
the man as Mr. Swanson, his old high school's theater coach.
Jeff had been in theater in high school and had loved it, even though he
wasn't very good. Mr. Swanson had always been very nice to him and made
sure that he always got a small part in school productions in spite of
his limited acting abilities. Mr. Swanson said that he always
appreciated Jeff's eagerness to please.
"My friends played a joke on me and left me downtown," he replied. He
felt relieved that he had run into someone he knew and trusted.
"You still hanging with that same group from school?" asked Mr. Swanson
with a smile.
Jeff nodded and laughed. "We even share a house at college."
Mr. Swanson stood around six-foot in height and appeared to be in great
shape. Jeff remembered something about Mr. Swanson participating in
triathlons.
"You need a lift home? I have to drop off some DVDs before midnight,"
said Mr. Swanson.
Jeff didn't see any harm and nodded. "Sure, that would be great."
Mr. Swanson got into his Honda and opened the passenger door for Jeff.
"I hope you don't mind, but I have to get these back before I take you
home," explained Mr. Swanson.
"I don't mind; I'm just glad to be off my feet," said Jeff.
Ten minutes later they pulled up in front of a twenty-four hour adult
book and video store.
Mr. Swanson shrugged his shoulders as he held up several X-rated DVDs in
his right hand. "Hey, what can I say? Besides, I know the man who
produced them."
Jeff didn't know what to say, but then he felt a strange tingling over
his entire body. He looked into Mr. Swanson's eyes and couldn't pull
away.
Mr. Swanson smiled. "Come on in with me."
Jeff didn't say a word, but followed the man inside.
Mr. Swanson turned the movies over to the clerk.
"Anything good in the booths tonight?" he asked the clerk.
The greasy little man with the thin moustache behind the counter smiled
as he nodded. "Oh yeah, check out the one in booth three. She's a new
one, and man, can she suck cock. I bet she could suck a golf ball
through a garden hose."
Mr. Swanson nodded and motioned for Jeff to follow him.
As soon as Jeff stepped into the booth, a strange sensation swept
through his body.
Once inside the booth, the movie started, but Jeff's mind wasn't on the
sex being performed on the screen. Mr. Swanson had begun to French kiss
him as soon as the door had been latched, forcing him against the wall.
Instead of fighting back, Jeff gave in completely. He let the older man
undress him as they kissed. It was then that he felt his body changing.
The first noticeable thing was that he was shrinking. In a matter of
moments, Jeff was now no taller than five-five. His once muscular frame
was now soft and becoming increasingly feminine.
Jeff gasped as he looked down to see he now had extremely large breasts.
Mr. Swanson obviously noticed them as his hands were all over them.
In a matter of moments, Jeff transformed into a woman. Her dimensions
were extreme, with very large breasts.
Her clothing changed too, instead of jeans and a t-shirt, she was
dressed in a low cut top and a mini-skirt. On her feet were now four
inch heel pumps.
She knew that her name was now Jena White and that she loved sex.
No, that wasn't right, she needed sex...no, make that she craved sex.
Without a word, she dropped to her knees and began to suck her Mr.
Swanson's cock.
"What do you think, Jena; you think you can do better than that?" asked
Mr. Swanson as he stroked her head.
Jena looked up at the screen and momentarily stopped giving him oral.
"Oh yeah, that won't be hard," she replied. She went back to sucking his
cock.
"Then it's set, we'll leave...leave.... for LA in the morning," said Mr.
Swanson. "My god, Jena, you really know how to get a man off."
Jena just continued sucking his cock. She had heard that her old theater
coach had connections in the pornography industry and now she would get
an audition. It was the perfect job for her; she loved sex and craved
the spotlight. She knew that she wasn't a very good actress, but she was
excellent when it came to sex. She didn't care who her partner was
either, as she liked both men and women; race wasn't an issue either.
Additionally, Jena loved group sex; the more the merrier was her motto.
Inside Jena's voluptuous body, Jeff was screaming in terror, knowing the
life that Jena craved.
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Morganna didn't bother to enter the store as she knew that Jeff had
chosen his...rather make that her fate. Morganna knew that in a few
months Jena would be one of the top porn stars in the country.
Again, she wasn't surprised as Jeff was almost as weak as Tyler. He also
had a perverse view of what his dream woman should be. She hoped that
Jeff/Jena would be happy.
Chapter 5
Mark opened his eyes, and it took him a moment to adjust to the
darkness. He looked around and figured that he was down in the warehouse
district of town. If he was right, that meant he had a long walk ahead
of him. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was twelve-thirty.
As he walked home, he wondered how the others were doing. There was a
part of him that blamed himself for what had happened. If he had just
kept it to himself, nothing would have happened. He couldn't believe
that witches really existed, but he couldn't get over how she had frozen
him in place with just a wave of her finger.
He also knew that if he gave into the spell that the outcome wouldn't be
pretty. Just as he had told the others, he really had a thing for
blondes with large breasts. He truly loved ones who were oversexed and
not afraid to explore new things. The last thing he wanted was to become
one of those girls, dressed in skimpy outfits and eager to please their
man.
Maybe he should just look for a place to hide until morning, but then
what would happen if some weirdo found him?
There were some people out on the street corners, and that surprised him
until he realized that they were prostitutes.
"Shit," he mumbled. It was bad enough that he had miles to walk, but he
was in an area where horny men sought out women. A sense of panic began
to build inside him, and it was all he could do to hold back from
breaking into a full run.
He kept to the main streets, but he took care to cross the street to
avoid talking to any of the working girls. He figured that he had to get
a few more blocks before he was out of the area.
Mark hoped that he would be strong enough to resist any temptation that
the witch threw his way.
"Hey buddy, you looking for some fun?"
Mark turned to see where the voice came from.
There was a man sitting on the hood of a sedan parked in an alleyway. He
was a large man in his thirties with dark skin.
Mark wasn't sure if the man was Hispanic or Middle Eastern, but he just
knew he had to get away.
"I'm okay, thanks," said Mark.
"Are you sure....bitch?" asked the man.
Mark froze in his steps. Part of him screamed to keep walking away, but
as a strange tingling sensation swept through his body, Mark knew that
he had been caught.
"Come here, bitch," ordered the man.
Mark closed his eyes and felt as if he was going to pass out. It was all
he could do to keep his balance. When he opened his eyes, he found that
part of the problem was that he was now standing in a pair of very high
spiked heel boots.
Everything had changed in a blink of an eye. She was now Marla, a very
erotic looking blonde prostitute, totally feminine in all ways. She
turned and walked towards the man.
As she walked towards him, she could feel her body sway back and forth,
oozing sexuality. She was dressed in a skintight red tube-dress that
barely covered her enormous breasts. She was extremely proud that her
breasts were completely real.
Marla looked down at her hands and saw long bright red nails on the end
of each finger. Instinctively, she knew that the color matched her
lipstick.
Her blonde hair flowed down around her face; like her breasts, her hair
was all natural.
The man ran his eyes over her as she approached him. She was exactly
what he was he was looking for.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Marla," she replied automatically. "Marla Seaver."
"I haven't seen you around here before, Marla," said the man as he
continued to inspect her. He smiled as he liked what he saw.
"I just got into town," she replied as she sauntered up to him.
"Well, that's obvious. You're too damn good looking for this area," said
the man. "Why are you slumming?"
She shrugged. "I'm broke. My ex-boyfriend slash ex-manager ripped me
off. I just wanted to get enough money to get out of here."
The man ran his hand over his chin. "You open to offers?"
Marla nodded.
"Good, you're wasted down here. I run an upscale escort service. I was
down here in the sticks scouting for some local talent. You'll make more
in one hour than you would in a week here. You interested?"
Marla nodded. It would be better than working the streets.
"Okay, good to hear. I'm Hafiz," said the man.
"Pleased to meet you," said Marla.
"Let's talk," said Hafiz.
Over a cup of coffee, Marla learned than Hafiz ran an escort service
providing western women to Arab businessmen. Marla, being a natural
blonde, would be in high demand.
"I run a tight business, but if you do as I say, you'll walk away a
wealthy woman," he explained. "If you want, I can also set you up as a
mistress for one of my richer clients."
Marla smiled back. "I'm definitely interested."
"Just so you know, some of my clients have some rather exotic tastes;
are you open-minded?"
"Absolutely," she replied.
"Do you like it kinky?"
Marla licked her lips. "Try me."
"Good, that means you'll get the top clients," he replied. He had one
client in mind who was looking for a woman like Marla to be his
mistress. Of course, it would mean that Marla would have to move to
Dubai, but that wasn't his problem.
While Marla cuddled up to Hafiz, deep inside, what was left of Mark was
screaming in agony.
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Morganna shrugged her shoulders. She had thought that Mark might be
strong enough to resist, but he gave in faster than Tyler. Still, he had
been the one who brought the others in, so she really didn't feel sorry
for him.
Chapter 6
Dale looked at his watch and saw that it was one-thirty in the morning.
He ran his fingers through his hair and looked around.
He had no idea where he was; nothing looked familiar, and what made
matters worse was that it was about to start raining. Dale looked right
and then left and shrugged, one direction was as good as the other.
Putting his head down, Dale began to walk down the street.
With each passing minute the rain came down harder until it was a full
downpour. All Dale could do was keep walking, as there was no shelter.
Through the rain, Dale could see an intersection ahead; hopefully, there
would be a store or something nearby. Dale figured he could ask for
directions.
When he reached the intersection, he looked around, and to his
disappointment there were no stores, only a closed laundromat. He was
able to see the street sign and was at least able to determine his
location.
If he was correct, he was at least five miles away from his house. There
was nothing to do but keep walking. By now, he was soaked to the skin,
and judging by the way it was raining; there was no letup in sight.
As he walked, Dale wondered how the others made out. Hopefully, they had
been able to escape the trap set by the witch.
Dale really didn't feel any anger towards the woman, as they had no
right to spy on her. He also thought about the spell that she had cast.
If the others gave in, who knows what they now looked like, thought
Dale.
While Dale wasn't about to give up, he didn't fear the threat of
becoming a woman. His whole life, Dale had fought with strange feelings
of wanting to be a girl. He had even given in to these compulsions a few
times and dressed in his mother's clothing. Still, there was a part of
him that refused to just give up and accept defeat.
It wasn't the gender change that worried him, but the part that about
becoming a fantasy woman. Not that Dale had extreme views of women like
his friends, but the fact that the spell had been cast for punishment.
The witch might take one single thought and change Dale to fit it.
Likewise, he was very worried for his friends, as they had some pretty
perverse fantasies.
Dale was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the car until it
started to pull over behind him. He turned and screened his eyes as he
tried to see who was driving it.
"I almost didn't see you out here; you want a ride?" the man asked in a
friendly manner.
Anything was better than being soaking wet, thought Dale. Besides, it
was a very nice car, a BMW sedan. "Sure, thanks."
Dale walked over and got in. To his surprise, he actually recognized the
driver.
Greg Jacobs had his picture all over town on billboards and signs. He
was the area's top real estate salesman.
"Thanks for the ride," said Dale as he swept his hair back. "I'm Dale
Brewer."
The man extended his hand. "Greg Jacobs. Hey, did you say Brewer? Is
your father Dr. Harry Brewer?"
Dale nodded as he shook Greg's hand.
"Wow, small world. Our family has used him as our vet for as long as I
can remember," said Greg.
"Well, we bought our house from your father," said Dale.
Greg had taken over the family real estate business five years ago when
his father retired. While he was only twenty-six, he had been around the
business his whole life.
Greg laughed. "So, what brings you out here on a lovely night like
this?"
"It's a long story, basically I was out with some friends and got
separated," said Dale.
"Well, I'd love to give you a ride home, but I'm having some engine
problems, my alternator is dying. I tell you what, since it's so late,
why don't you crash at my place for the night?" suggested Greg.
Dale didn't feel any thing out of the ordinary, so he immediately
agreed.
Chapter 7
"Wow, you have this whole place to yourself?" asked Dale as he saw
Greg's large house.
The house was enormous and could be described as a mansion.
"It was my parent's house. They wanted to keep it in the family, and I'm
the only one currently living in town," said Greg. "It's way too big for
me, but one day when I have the time to have a family, it will be
perfect. The best thing is that it's on a huge piece of land. I grew up
here, and trust me, it was a lot of fun."
The garage door opened and Greg eased his car inside.
"There, we made it!" stated Greg. "Come on, I imagine you want to get
dried off."
Dale nodded.
"The problem is, my dryer is broken, and I don't have anything that will
fit you," said Greg.
He was a much bigger man than Dale, standing over six-three. He was also
very athletic looking.
"I have a partial solution," said Greg. "If you don't want to do it, I
fully understand. You're what? Five-eight and around one-fifty?"
"Around that," replied Dale. Actually, he was a little lighter than
that.
Greg led Dale into the house and through the kitchen. They then went
upstairs and Greg opened a door to a guest bedroom.
"There's a shower through that door. You should find everything you need
in there, as I keep it fully stocked for guests. Now, since it doesn't
make any sense to put wet clothes back on, you can go through these
drawers and see if anything fits you," explained Greg. "My last
girlfriend left some of her stuff here, and you're about her size. I
know it's not the best solution, but it's better than catching a cold."
"Anything would be an improvement," said Dale. He was just glad to be
out of the rain.
"Okay, why don't you grab a shower? I'll be downstairs in the kitchen,"
said Greg.
Dale nodded. "Thanks again for everything."
Greg smiled. "No problem."
Chapter 8
The hot water felt wonderful. Dale hadn't realized how chilled he had
been from the rain.
He thought about how nice Greg was. Okay, it was a little weird about
the women's clothes, but it was the only option. If Greg had wanted to
force him into anything, he was definitely big enough. No, Dale felt
very safe.
Dale thought more about what Greg had said about the house. It was too
bad that Greg was so busy that he couldn't start a family. It wasn't
like Greg would have trouble finding a woman, thought Dale, as he was a
very handsome man. Greg was tall, muscular and had really cute blue
eyes, he thought.
Dale was soon so lost in his thoughts that he barely noticed what he was
doing. As if he had been doing it his whole life, he began to shave his
legs and underarms.
The shampoo he used had a pleasant floral aroma, and it really added
some nice body to his hair.
After stepping out of the shower, Dale dried off and pulled his long
hair back into a ponytail. There was a pink scrunchie in one of the
drawers.
With the towel wrapped around his chest, he went into the bedroom and
began to look in the drawers. It was strange, Dale thought; it was
almost like he knew what would be in them.
First, he pulled out a pair of pink cotton panties and slipped them on.
Next, he selected a matching bra. As soon as he put it on, his chest
grew to fill the cups. However, Dale didn't notice the changes in his
body. It was as if he was blind to them.
He then selected a pink sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of tan shorts.
Everything fit perfectly.
When he looked in the mirror, a strange tingling ran through his body,
and he momentarily closed her eyes. When she opened them, he immediately
noticed for the first time how he...rather she had changed. She was a
pretty young woman named Dale Brewer.
Dale inspected herself in the mirror. She had the look of a healthy
athletic woman with a shapely feminine body. She debated what to do
next, but then it came to her; she had to go downstairs to meet Greg.
Chapter 9
"Hi, Greg," she greeted him as she stepped into the kitchen.
He smiled and took her by the hands and pulled her close, kissing her on
the lips.
"Sorry about the car breaking down," he said. "Do you forgive me?"
"Of course I do. Thankfully, I have enough of my clothes here; my dress
is totally soaked," she replied.
He held up her left hand and kissed it. Dale looked down and noticed the
large diamond engagement ring on her ring finger.
"Well, after Saturday, this will be your home too," he said.
"I know," sighed Dale. "I can't believe that the wedding is finally
happening. It seems like it's taken forever to get here."
Greg pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. "If it was up to me,
we're already be married, but our families want the big ceremony. It's
only three days away."
"I know, but it will be fun," replied Dale. "I can wait a few more days
to become your wife."
Okay, if this was what the witch planned for her, she could deal with
it, thought Dale.
A flood of new memories filled her mind. She now knew that she had been
engaged to Greg for nine months, having met him in her father's office.
Other than being female, little had changed about her life.
She thought about Greg and how much she was in love with him. While she
would be working part-time in the company office, that was only
temporary. Both of them wanted a large family, and she wanted to stay
home once they had their first baby. Greg didn't mind as long as she was
happy.
"Well, it is rather late; take me to bed," she whispered in his ear. She
wanted desperately to make love to her fiancé.
Greg kissed her and took her by the hand and led her upstairs to bed.
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Morganna smiled at the way that this one turned out. Dale had been in
conflict, and now she was at peace. She rubbed her chin as she thought
about the evening. She had been well within her rights as a witch to do
what she did, but she decided there was one last thing to do.
Chapter 10
There was a flash of light, and the four girls were all standing in
front of Morganna. They were standing in her backyard by the pool.
"Good evening, ladies," said Morganna. "Please take a moment and
reacquaint yourselves with each other."
The four friends stared in wonder at each other. Even though they looked
very different, they all recognized each other.
Dale was slightly shocked by the appearance of her friends. In many ways
they looked like caricatures of women, the stripper, the whore, the porn
star; it was very sad. She quickly realized that she was the most normal
looking of the four.
They talked for a few minutes until they were interrupted by Morganna.
"I know you all have much to catch up on, but I have limited time. The
reason I brought you back here is to give you each an out...if you want
it. If any of you want to return to your old form, I will grant your
wish," she explained.
Dale immediately spoke. "I'm very happy with my new life. I have no
desire to be a male again."
Morganna smiled softly. "I knew that, my dear. I wish you all the best
with your marriage."
Dale felt herself blushing slightly. "Thank you."
"I don't want to change either," said Tyler/Tammie.
"Tammie, are you happy as a...um... a stripper?" asked Dale. "Jena, I
know you wanted to act...but porn?"
Tammie nodded. "I love it... and actually, I prefer the term exotic
dancer."
"I don't want to change either," interjected Jeff/Jena. "And it's adult
movie actress...not porn star!"
Tammie and Jena both began to giggle.
"It's a hard life you're choosing," said Morganna. "There are a lot of
risks and health issues to worry about."
"I want to be in movies," replied Jena adamantly. "My manager says that
I'll be a big star!"
"I love dancing too," added Tammie. "I mean...I have my name up in
lights and everything!"
"It's your choice," said Morganna without emotion.
"Is it?" interrupted Dale.
Morganna turned to Dale. "Yes, dear. I'm giving you all a chance to
change."
"Then I want to change. I don't want to be a whore," exclaimed
Mark/Marla. "But...but, I don't want to be a man either. I realized what
an ass I was as a guy."
Morganna reached over and placed her hand on the side of Marla's face.
"I'm glad to hear that you recognize that. I can make some changes in
your life if you want."
"Thank you. I'm so sorry for what I did. I know how wrong it was,"
continued Marla, starting to cry. "I also miss my family. I miss my
mom....I miss my dad... I...I can't live this sort of life. Please help
me!"
Morganna pulled the young woman close to her and hugged her. "There,
there, dear; everything will be okay."
Marla gradually regained her composure and smiled slightly as she wiped
her eyes with her hands.
Without thinking, Dale pulled a handkerchief from her purse and handed
it to Marla, who in turn thanked her.
Morganna turned to Tammie and Jena. "Are you sure that you want to
continue with your present lives?"
Both girls nodded vigorously.
"Tammie, Jena, please think about what you're doing!" exclaimed Dale.
"Don't worry about me, Dale," replied Jena with a big smile on her face.
"The same goes for me. I love my new life," added Tammie, who was
nodding vigorously.
"This is so much better than being a man. I mean, I can decide who I
want sex with now. I'm the one in control!" continued Jena with glee.
"Hmm, the sex is great...isn't it?" asked Tammie as she looked at Jena.
"You know it! I love the feel of RJ's big cock," replied Jena.
"You know, Tammie, with that body and your love of sex, you have all the
makings of an adult movie actress," said Jena.
Tammie cocked her head and flipped her hair. "You think so?"
Dale glanced over at Marla, who just rolled her eyes and shook her head
as if there was nothing they could say or do to change their friends'
minds.
Morganna nodded and, with a wave of her hand, the two girls vanished.
She then turned to Dale and Marla. "You can't say that I didn't give
them a chance. Now, Marla, you will return to your old life and family
with the exception, of course, that you'll be a woman. I believe that
you wanted to teach; well, I think you'll be a wonderful teacher when
you finish your degree."
Marla hugged Morganna and started crying again. "Thank you so much!"
"It's my pleasure, my dear. Now, Dale, is there anything else I can do
for you?"
Dale thought about it for a moment and then leaned over and whispered
into the witch's ear.
Morganna chuckled as she nodded. "That's a wonderful idea."
Chapter 11
It was nearly one in the afternoon on Saturday, and Dale was fidgeting
nervously as she counted down the minutes until her wedding ceremony
started.
She looked in the mirror and couldn't believe that the bride staring
back at her was real. The dress looked stunning on her.
"Relax, you look lovely," said Marla as she stood behind her friend.
Dale turned to her maid of honor and smiled. "I just wish it would
start."
"The limo will be here in ten minutes," said Marla glancing at her
watch.
Marla was wearing a light pink gown. As bridesmaid's dresses went, it
was almost attractive.
"You still happy about your choice on staying female?" asked Dale.
Marla smiled back. "Yes, I love it...it's just that I wish that I had
asked Morganna to make my breasts a little smaller. I'm still not used
to them!"
Dale giggled and then looked at the clock. She began to nervously twist
her engagement ring around her finger.
Marla gently reached over and stopped her. "Calm down, you don't won't
to hurt yourself; it will happen soon enough. By the way, thank you so
much for what you did, I'm so happy to be part of your wedding."
"Hey, we've been friends since we were kids. I can't imagine anyone I'd
rather have as my maid of honor," replied Dale with a nervous giggle.
"It's not just that. I mean, it's going to be so nice to have someone
who I can talk to about all this...if you know what I mean," continued
Marla.
"I know. I'm glad to be able to talk freely with you too. I just wish
that Tammie and Jena had chosen differently," said Dale.
"Like Morganna said, it's their lives," replied Marla with a sigh.
"Well, here comes your mom; I guess the limo's here. Let's go get you
married."
Conclusion
Morganna enjoyed the wedding ceremony, and she had to admit that Dale
was absolutely radiant. As a wedding gift, she cast a little spell that
ensured that Greg and Dale would have a happy marriage and be blessed
with a large family.
In fact, she was in such a good mood that she decided that in six months
she would meet with Tammie and Jena and give them one last chance to
pick a different path. It was their choice, and they did deserve their
fates, but they had both picked such degrading lives; hopefully, they
would see that and want a better life.
In the meantime, she would return to her writing and her sunbathing, now
that she could do it in peace.
The End