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~Subject: NEW TG STORY! Curses Part1
~Date: 24 Feb 1997 21:14:41 GMT
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Hey all. This is my first posting to this newsgroup, so be gentle and
restrain the flames. It's going to be a multi-parter, and I may not be
able to post subsequent chapters on a regular basis. But I promise that
it won't just roll over and die either. It will be
continued...eventually.
If you are not allowed to read this by the laws of your nation, state,
county, or whatever, then don't!
Curses!
by RanmaKun aka Char
"Ladies and gentlemen, the store will be closing in five minutes.
Please bring your selections to the register for purchase now. Thank
you." blared the crackling store intercom. James winced at the sound of
his voice through the microphone and quickly turned it off. Turning
around to look at the line forming in front of his register, he groaned
inwardly. All the women were middle-aged, overweight, and glaring at
James like it was his fault they had to buy lingerie from a male salesman.
He couldn't help it. At 17, there weren't a lot of jobs available and so
he had taken this job. "Not one good-looking dame among them," thought
James as he fell into the monotony of ringing up sales. "What's the good
in working in a lingerie store if you never see any good looking---" he
stopped in mid-thought as his last customer stepped forward.
She was no more than 18 or 19 years old, and every inch of her
body was bursting with healthy vitality. Her long red hair fell down past
her waist in a cascade of scarlet locks. Her fair skin was flushed a
bright pink from the long, hot wait in line. She held up a black satin
teddy and a white lace merrywidow in her hands.
"Do you have dressing rooms where I can try these on? I need to
know if they'll fit before I buy them." she cooed in a manner that made
James' heart pound. He stammered a reply. " Uh, sure...they're right
there towards the back of the store. Let me show you...uh...right this
way."
He led her to the back wall where the rickety slat-door changing
rooms were.
Waiting outside the door nervously while she changed, he noticed a missing
slat in the door. Positioned in just the strategic spot, it would allow
him to peek on the girl if he was standing right in front of the door
looking down. Flustered at this opportunity, he decided to chance it and
inched forward so that he stood in just the right spot. Glad of the
opportunity that his height gave him, James smiled and looked down the
slats at the luscious body behind the door. "Oh right! What a view!" he
thought as the girl bent over and took off her panties. When she turned
around, he could see that she had shaved her sex, and that right between
her navel and her mons was a very realistic tattoo of a black cat. He was
so entranced in the wondrous vision before him that he didn't notice that
he had started to lean forward towards the door.
With a crash, he fell over and through the rickety door.
Squealing, the girl stood
and gaped at the clumsy gawk on the floor in front of her. Her squealing
stopped when she realized that James was staring wide-eyed at her naked
body. She glared at him. "You were peeking at me!" she exclaimed. James
continued to stare at the strategically placed tattoo. "That is an
incredibly gorgeous pussy." he finally said in a very blank tone. Her
eyes narrowed and it was then that James noticed how incredibly green they
were. "No eyes should be that green." he thought. Suddenly ashamed he
averted his eyes down and found himself staring at her "pussy".
"So you like my 'pussy', eh? Well, how would you like one of your
own? I can
get you one..." she spat.
"No thanks, miss...uh...Tattoos really aren't my style...uh...shall
I ring you up?" stammered James as he backed towards the register.
"Get back here!" she yelled as she lunged at him. At 6'2" and 216
pounds, James never expected that she would be able to move him, but she
did. Picking him up by the neck with one hand, she slung him over her
shoulder and carried him back to the changing rooms. Shocked and
surprised more than hurt, James just fell limp.
"Since you liked my 'pussy' so much, I'll give you one of your
very own! Just think of all the fun you'll have! Haa haa haa haa!" she
chittered. Grabbing James by the hair, she pulled and yanked. Strangely
enough, while it hurt, it didn't tear out. It just continued along with
her as she pulled. As she pulled, James felt a strange slipping
sensation, like his legs and torso were shrinking as his hair got longer.
The sensation worsened when James felt a tugging in his groin as she
continued to pull his hair. There was a slight resistance, and then James
felt a popping sensation and a warm dampness between his legs. All the
while, the girl continued to pull on his hair while laughing maniacally.
Looking down between his legs, James saw only a scruffy little patch of
dark brown hair. His penis was gone! His testicles were gone! Somehow,
that little...witch had given him a pussy! Dazed and incredulous, James
did the only thing a rational person could do---he passed out.
When he awoke, James found himself sitting on the bench in the
changing room.
The phone was ringing, and there was no sign of the girl to be seen. As
he got up, his entire body felt different. That's when he noticed his
clothes had changed. Instead of the shirt, tie, and slacks he had been
wearing, he was attired in a ruffled blouse, an ascot, and a skirt! His
low-quarters were replaced by 3 inch pumps, and he was wearing black lace
stockings! He no longer felt the comfortable briefs he normally wore, but
instead felt an uncomfortable strap pulled tightly between his buttocks.
"My God! I must be in a g-string!" he realized. Feeling a bra strap
across his chest, he noticed the full bosom that it contained. Turning
towards the mirror, he braced himself for his reflection.
He was definitely shorter now. Where before he stood 6'2", he was
now barely
5'1". He tried to guess how much weight he had lost. He guessed that he
weighed no more than half his previous weight. His short brown hair was
replaced with long wavy locks of light chestnut curls that fell past his
buttocks. All the facial hair he had tried so hard to grow into a goatee
was gone---replaced by a smooth pointed chin. His skin was soft and
smooth, and had no blemishes whatsoever. His eyes were soft and
doe-like...big pools of deep brown...with full curled lashes. Rich, pouty
lips gaped in amazement on his face where his rugged mouth used to be.
His whole body had changed shape radically. His breasts were not overly
large, but were perfectly suited for the petite frame he now possessed.
Taking off his blouse and bra, he fondled them and examined their shape.
They sat firmly on his chest, the nipples were brown and very wide in
diameter, and were raised in a sort of conical shape off of the actual
breasts themselves. He guessed them to about a 32C. His shoulders had
lost some of their bulk, and he guessed they had shrunk to match
his waist and hips. Stripping off the rest of his clothes, James explored
the rest of his changed body. His waistline had shrunk to about 24
inches, and his hips had swelled to become 35 inches around. "Those are
definitely child bearing hips." he thought. Exploring further, he ran his
hands through the small patch of wispy brown pubic hair that covered his
mons and labia. As he did so, he felt a slight dampness at the inner lips
that covered his vagina. Sticking his fingers inside, he played them
along the edges of the lips and shivered when he found what must be his
clitoris hidden in the top folds of his labia. Stroking himself
repeatedly, James found himself getting more and more aroused. Within
moments, he had brought himself to orgasm. The feelings were intense and
lasted for what seemed to be minutes at a time. James moaned and bucked
his hips as the sensations grew in intensity and then finally subsided.
As he relaxed and caught his breath, he realized that the phone was still
ringing. Staggering to the phone, he picked up the receiver. "Hello?" he
said and realized with horror that his voice was a high pitched soprano
and whomever was calling for James would wonder who this girl was.
"Hi, Jamie. It's Mom. What have you been doing? You were
supposed to be off
work hours ago! You already missed dinner and all your boyfriends have
been calling for you since noon. When will you be back?" responded the
familiar voice of his mother. James mind raced. This had to have changed
things in history so that he was born a girl. That was the only
explanation for why his Mom was talking to him like he WAS a girl. "Uhm,
sorry Mom, I got delayed with some work here and got so tired I must have
dozed off. I'll be home soon." he hastily replied. He hung up quickly
before she asked him anything else. "Damn! I'm stuck as a woman!" he
swore.
The drive home was uneventful, but James kept expecting someone to
point at him and shout out he was a man in drag. His driver's license
had changed along with him and gave his name as Jamie Layton. It was
hard, but he eventually realized that for the time being, he would have to
get used to being a woman. Thinking of himself as a woman wasn't hard
when he looked in the rearview mirror though, and saw himself reflected as
a girl that he would have jumped eagerly as a guy. There was no getting
around that figure and face---he was a woman.
When she got home, she rushed past the rest of the family and went
up to her
room. It was different, but like her body, kept a basic resemblance to
her old male self. Photos were still up; albeit with Jamie rather than
James; posters stayed the same, as did any items of personal interest.
The bedsheets, curtains, and wallpaper were definitely feminine. It was
all in shades of pink and fuschia. Opening her closet, she saw that they
were filled to bursting with girl's clothes. Some of it was fairly
unisex, some items were obviously frilly and feminine---for work and such,
she assumed. The section right in front though disturbed Jamie more than
anything else. Most of it was skimpy, provocative MTV style streetwear
that signaled SEX! SEX! SEX! Jamie didn't know if she liked this version
of herself. "I hope I'm not some kind of skank or slut..." she thought.
The phone rang and awoke her from her thoughts. From downstairs her
mother's voice called out "Honey, it's for you! It's your darling Hugh!!"
Trembling with curiousity, she picked up the receiver...