All That Glitters Is Not Gold

All that Glitters is not Gold (full version) by Jennifer

The arid equatorial sun beat down on me like a sledge hammer. Sweat was pouring down my back. God . . . it must have been over 95 degrees out here with a humidity to match, but hey, what else should I expect from some damn `third world' jungle. After days of hacking through underbrush and hours of digging, the edge of what appeared to be some sort of metal object became visible. Dropping to my knees, I began to wipe the perspiration from my eyes so that I could clearly see the task before me. I carefully used my tools to excavate around it. The last thing I wanted to do after all of this time was to damage it. After considerable effort, it began to break away. "My God . . ." I thought. "It's probably a thousand years old!" It appeared to be some sort of cylindrical box, roughly the size of a dinner plate. Being careful so as not to damage it, I gently pulled it free. I used my broom to clear away some of the dried earth from its' top, and then using the water from my canteen, began to rinse it off. The dirt started to clear, revealing some ancient text and symbols. "Hmmm . . . I wish my Mayan was a little better . . ." The box was beautiful. It seemed to be pressed out of some type of copper alloy, perhaps bronze, but it was hard to tell as time and the elements had taken their toll. "Wow!" I said in wonderment. "I wonder what the hell is in here?" I swatted a few mosquitoes away from my face and took a better look at the latch. "Well . . . at least I don't need a key" I thought. The latch slid open fairly easily. I was cautious so as not to force it . . . I gently cracked open the box. As I pulled the lid back, the darkness inside the box gave way to the burning intensity of the midday sun. Inside was a small statue and a piece of folded up parchment. I lifted up the statue to examine it, the sun causing it to glitter and sparkle. "My God!" I gasped. "This is incredible. I've never seen anything like it." The ornate figurine was carved out of some type of semi-transparent crystalline rock that almost resembled the look of an uncut diamond. Its shape was that of a man, but with the wings of a bird, and the head of a feathered serpent . . . "Obviously a tribute to some ancient deity . . ." I muttered. The figurine sat atop a small base that appeared to be made of solid gold. "Yes!" I thought. The Mesoamericans of the post classic time period (900 - 1500 AD) were hardly known for their detailed craftsmanship. But this statue was obviously the exception to the rule. The serpents' eyes seemed almost alive as I gazed into them. I sat for a moment taking in the glory the workmanship and then quickly put it down. "I almost forgot." I said as I reached for the parchment. I unfolded the dry paper gently revealing its ancient message. "Ahh . . . most definitely Mayan." I understood only a few words and symbols, but I clearly recognized the word of Uxmal (an ancient Mayan city) and the glyph of Kulkulcan (the god of civilization). "So that's who you are my little friend . . . "I said as I glanced down at the statue. "I've got to get this to somebody who can translate this. . . " I quickly placed the parchment and the statue back in the box, and after securing it comfortably in my back pack, grabbed my machete, and began hacking a path back to civilization.

My name is Colton Smith, and archeology is more than a passing fancy for me. Fortunately I had married a dumb and fairly wealthy woman which enabled me to frequently go on excursions similar to this one. I'd been all over the world looking for treasure. The thrill of discovery and the potential financial gain made it an addicting pastime. One day, I was going to find something of significant value, and it was that prospect that brought me here . . . to the northern part of Mexico's Yucatan Peninsula. A couple of months ago, a friend of mine came back from an expedition near the ancient site of Etzna. He returned with some broken pieces of pottery and a beautiful necklace. As it happened, some of the stones in the necklace turned out to be very valuable and he sold it to a museum for quite a profit. After learning of his good fortune, I decided to try my luck down hear too. Besides, it gave me another reason to get away from my wife. If it weren't for her bank account, I would have dumped her long ago. Hell . . . we didn't even have good sex. I'd had many affairs over the past few years, but fortunately she was too stupid to discover my cheating ways. Actually, it worked out pretty well . . . I could have my cake and eat it too.

As the sun started to set, I decided that it was time to break camp for the night. After downing some dehydrated beef stew and vegetables, I eagerly reopened the box to gaze at my find. "Damn . . . I sure hope that this thing is a diamond." I said as I held it up to catch the last rays of the setting sun. I turned it back and forth to watch the light dance through it. "Well, if it's not a diamond, it's got to be worth something!" I placed it back in the box and closed the lid. "Guess I'd better get the tent set up" I thought. I unpacked the nylon tent, assembled the frame, and started to drive the stakes into the dry earth. I should have kept my mind on more of what I was doing . . . "Shit!!!" I screamed. "God damn it!!!" I had just sliced my left hand while hammering in the last one. It was cut pretty deep, but after awhile, I managed to get the bleeding under control. I bandaged it up and decided to hit the sack for the evening.

It took me a couple of days, but I finally broke through the trees and saw the city of Merida in the distance. By now my injured hand was throbbing with pain. I needed to get to a doctor, but unfortunately, it was too late in the day. It would have to wait until morning. I decided to make my way to town and concentrate on finding a hotel for the night. After a little searching, I stumbled across a small, but adequate hotel. "The Hilton it is not . . ." I thought. "But after over a week in the jungle . . . all I want is to get cleaned up and sleep in a bed!" The old man at the front desk greeted me and asked me if I needed a room. I replied in broken Spanish as best I could. I paid him in advance and made my way up to my room. Inside, the accommodations were hardly luxurious but at least there was a bed. I glanced in the bathroom and was happy to see a tub. "Ahhh . . . that's going to hit the spot" I thought. After unpacking some things, I quickly went to the bathroom and began to fill the tub with steaming hot water. As it filled I opened the box and picked up the statue to get another look at it. As I held the statue in my right hand, I reached with my free hand to close the box. "Ouch!" Every time I twisted my thumb the wrong way, it hurt like hell! "Damn . . . I hope it's not infected, that's the last thing I need." I pulled off the bandage and raised my hand up to examine it. I thought to myself . . . "I sure hope this gets better soon . . ." As I looked at it I could hardly believe my eyes. Slowly, but most definitely, I watched as the wound began to heal before my very eyes! In a few seconds, it was completely gone! I was almost too stunned to notice, but an eerie glow in the room caught my attention. As I glanced down at my right hand, the statue was emitting a pale amber light! The eyes almost seemed to sparkle. Out of fear, I tossed the statue onto the bed where the light continued for a moment and then began to fade. "Holy shit! What the fuck was that!" I held my hand up again and looked at the healed wound. "My God . . . what have I found . . ."

I spent a sleepless night rolling about, thinking about what had transpired. It seemed as if morning would never come, but when it finally did, I was more than ready to go find somebody that could help me understand what I had found. Again in my version of Spanish, I tried to ask the old man at the front desk whether or not he knew anybody around that was familiar with Mayan history, beliefs, and who might be able to do some translating for me. At first, I didn't think he quite understood me. So I repeated myself again, but this time, a little bit slower. He nodded and began giving me directions. I was having a hard time understanding him so I asked him to write it down for me. After a minute or so, I had an address and a crude map to help point me in the right direction. I thanked him and was quickly on my way.

I arrived at the address about 45 minutes later. Already the morning sun was scorching the dry earth streets of the old part of the city. The old white stucco house was in a remote portion of town. Although there were other building nearby, it seemed to sit noticeably off by itself. I knocked on the rotting wood door and waited. After knocking a second time, the door began to creak open. An old mans face peered out from the darkness. From his features, it was very obvious that he himself was of Mayan descent "You have come." the man said in broken English. "Excuse me?" I replied. "You were expecting me?" "No. I had a sense about you." He motioned me to enter. As I looked around, the room was filled with all sorts of artifacts. Numerous stuffed animal heads decorated the walls and the air was filled with the smell of incense. He motioned for me to sit . . . "Now . . . why do you seek me?" he said softly. "I could use a little help" I replied. "You see I found this box in the jungle the other day . . ." His eyes widened as I pulled it from my backpack. "I'm not really an expert on Mayan writing or glyphs . . . I was wondering if perhaps you could help me translate it. Inside there is a small crystal statue and a piece of parchment." He took the box from me and without removing the pipe from his mouth, muttered what seemed to be some sort of prayer. He looked over the outside of the box and then slowly lifted the lid. As he looked inside his face went almost blank. "K u l k u l c a n n n n . . ." he said in a slow breathy voice. "The gods have looked with favor upon you my son." He held the statue up over his head and again chanted a small prayer. He put it down and then reached for the parchment. After spending a minute or two reading it, he lifted his head and smiled at me. "U x m a l . . .The gods of the Temple of the Magician have chosen to bless you, but be warned . . . Only the purest of heart and intention may use the gift without the fear of retribution." I asked him to explain to me what he had read. It seems that in the year 1052 AD, the God Kulkulcan gave a gift to a high priest of the Temple of the Magician. The gift (a statue in the likeness of himself) was given to the priest to help aid in their struggle against the Toltecs, who were slowly but surely overtaking the Mayan empire. It seems that the statue was meant to grant its possessor the ability to "blend" with the surroundings. It spoke of the priest being able to transform himself and his Mayan warriors into "the shape" of the enemy, or "become as nature". The purpose was obviously to disguise themselves and be able to ambush their attackers, thus giving them a needed advantage in battle to aid in the preservation of their civilization. "Well that sure didn't work very well!" I thought to myself. "Do not doubt what you do not understand . . ." he said. His reply to my thoughts unnerved me. I tried to tell him that I meant no disrespect, but he stopped me and gave me this warning. "Only the pure of heart . . . Only the pure of heart will achieve their goals . . . Now be gone!" He pointed me toward the door and turned to retreat into another room. I gathered my things together and complied with his desires.

On the way back to the hotel, my mind kept thinking about the wound on my hand and how it had mysteriously healed. "Maybe there was something to this statue after all . . ." I wondered. "But that can't be . . . it's impossible . . . there must be some other explanation." After arriving, I nodded to the old man at the desk and went up to my room. There I sat on the bed and removed the statue once more from its box. "Let's see . . . what did I do before . . . I guess I was just thinking about healing the wound when it went away." I looked at my forearms and noticed that my sunburn had caused my skin to start to crack and peel. I looked at them and began to concentrate . . . "My God!" I gasped. Again, in a matter of seconds, my arms changed before my very eyes! "This is incredible! It works!" I could hardly contain myself. I decided to try something a little different. I decided to concentrate on the muscles in my arms and making them larger. Again, the statue began to glow. My arms swelled as the muscles began to change their shape. "Shit!" I was speechless. All my mind could think of was how much money this thing was going to be worth, and then it dawned on me . . . why sell it? Depending on the extent of its powers, it could be far more valuable to me to keep it for myself. I spent the remainder of the day morphing my body back and forth. It seemed that I could alter my shape to my choosing at will. I tried to change other objects in the room, but it appeared that inanimate objects could not be affected. I did however have success transforming a couple of flies into a pair of mosquitoes. Apparently, I could alter any organism within my sight if I just concentrated on them! My mind could hardly stop thinking of the possibilities. I was going to be one rich man!

The next day, I packed my bags and called a taxi to take me to the airport. There I'd have to catch a shuttle plane to Mexico City where I could take a direct flight back to Miami Florida. I went to the lobby to check out before catching my cab. As the old man was adding up my bill, I thought to myself . . . "Hell, he shouldn't charge me anything for this shit hole!" Just then the old man put his pencil down and looked at me. He told me that he had decided not to charge me for my stay because he was sure that I was used to better accommodations. I was shocked. "I don't believe it!" I thought. "He did exactly what I thought! I guess I also have the power to influence other peoples minds!" I agreed with him, said thank you, and went outside to catch my cab. I decided to experiment further the entire trip home. I managed to get free taxi service and convince a flight attendant to give me a seat in first class for my flight to Miami. "This is great!" I thought as I drifted off to sleep dreaming of all the possibilities . . .

"Ahhh! Miami. At last . . . real civilization." During my taxi ride, I wondered if Lisa would be home when I got there. "Maybe I should really put this thing to the test." I wondered. "Lisa's always been such a prude, maybe I'll loosen her up a bit." When I arrived, sure enough, she was home. "Colton . . . is that you?!" a voice called from upstairs. "It's me honey!" I said trying to sound enthusiastic. "Surprise!" She came bounding down the steps and gave me a big hug and a kiss. "You're home early. I didn't expect you for another few days. You must have had some good luck to be back so early." "Well not really" I said. "All I found was an old box. What I really came home for was to see you. I really missed you." I faked a smile. "Oh honey . . . you're so sweat" she said. After exchanging pleasantries for a couple of minutes, I got right to the point. "Hey . . . what do you say you and me go upstairs and celebrate my early return?" I asked. "Oh Colton . . . just cool your jets. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if you men ever think of anything else." "Well I have been alone in the Jungle for a couple of weeks you know!" I responded. She looked at me and sighed "I know, I know. Why don't we just spend the rest of the evening together catching up and talking about your trip. I'd really like to hear about it. Besides, I'm really pretty tired. Maybe tomorrow we can do something. OK?" "All right dear." I said while clutching the statue in my coat pocket. I began to concentrate on her . . . concentrating on increasing her sexual appetite. I wanted to see how far I could push things, so I started thinking of something that she really hated . . . oral sex. I thought of filling her mind with desires that she couldn't control. Thoughts of her dropping her sexually conservative nature and acting more like some 20 year old slut. She was walking away from me when she stopped and turned back toward me. "You know" she said giving me a seductive look. "Maybe your idea wasn't such a bad one after all. How about if you come over here, so I can welcome you home . . . I've got this incredible craving all of the sudden." She licked her lips and rubbed her hands over her breasts. "Why don't you come over here and let me suck your cock . . ." I gladly complied with her wishes, even though I knew that I had planted them there. She could hardly keep her hands off me as she pulled off my pants. Without the slightest hint of foreplay, she knelt down in front of me and wrapped her wet lips around my throbbing cock. She moaned, licked, and sucked it like a prostitute. Every once in a while she'd say something crude and then stuff it back in her mouth. After a couple of minutes, she looked me in the eyes and said "I want you to cum in my mouth . . . I want to swallow every last drop . . ." She drove me backwards onto the couch. There I sat watching her blow me as I felt my orgasm building. She must have felt it too because she began to moan louder and quicken the pace of movements. "Oh my God! Yes . . . Yes . . ." I firmly grabbed the back of her head and drove my cock deep into her throat. The force of my climax was incredible. She gulped down my hot cum like a glass of cold water on a hot day. There was so much of it, that she couldn't keep it all in her mouth. She wiped it on her face and chin as she continued to suck me dry. "Ahhh yeah" I said. I sat down on the couch to recover a minute when I started to notice the confused look on Lisa's face. It was obvious that reality, along with her normal desires were returning. "What's wrong dear?" I asked in a sarcastic tone. "Excuse me" she said as she got up and ran upstairs. I leaned my head back and began to laugh. "Dumb broad!" I thought. "I think I'm going to like this! Maybe I'll turn her into a slut permanently. At least then she'll have some redeeming qualities and I could get some decent sex around here!" Again I began to laugh. Upstairs, I could hear the sound of the shower starting to run.

A little later, when I went upstairs, Lisa asked to talk with me. "Sure" I said. "What about?" "Colton, I'm really embarrassed . . . I don't know what to say. I mean . . . I really don't know what came over me. I'm sorry . . ." "Lisa" I interrupted "Please, you have nothing to apologize for. I actually thought that it was great!" "Great?!" she snipped. "How could you . . . I acted like . . . like . . . like some cheap . . . slut! It was disgusting!" "Maybe to you . . . but really honey . . . I enjoyed it." I said in a matter of fact way. "You would!" She quipped. "Well you can count on one thing . . . it won't happen again!" And with that she turned and walked away pissed off at me. I chuckled to myself, "That's what you think you dumb bitch . . . that's what you think . . ."

Over the next couple of days, I manipulated Lisa several times. To be quite honest, what first seemed erotic, quickly became tiresome and boring. Influencing her thoughts was fun, but I needed something different . . . something real . . . something that would really turn me on. Then all of the sudden it dawned on me! "Ahhh yes . . ." That evening, I decided to put a new plan into action. I told Lisa that I was going out to the bar with Larry to watch the Marlin game on TV. I said that I'd be home late and not to wait up for me. She was probably happy to see me go anyway . . . it was probably a relief for her to know that she wouldn't be having sex with me tonight, but I guess I couldn't let a good thing go. As I kissed her goodbye I squeezed the statue in my pocket and concentrated on her masturbating herself for the next few hours. "I'll see you later honey." I said as I walked out the door chuckling to myself.

I hopped in my car and drove off to the hottest nightclub in town. It was extremely high class and was know for having some of the best looking girls in Miami. I paid the 20 dollar cover charge and slipped inside. The pounding music and flashing lights created a perfect scene for me to find some beautiful girl to fuck. I went to the bar and ordered a beer. While sitting there, I had a great view of the whole club. I began to search for the lucky girl that was going to be mine. This time it was going to be different. This time instead of imposing my will on her, I was going to get her to do it willingly. The catch? She won't know it's me! I'd decided to transform myself into some hot bitches' boyfriend. Take her back to her place, and then pound her brains out!

After surveying the scene for what seemed like an hour or two, I finally saw just the right couple. She was a beautiful girl with long brunette hair. She looked in her early twenties, but it was difficult to tell, especially since I was a good ten years removed from that age myself. Her tight white dress clung to every inch of her hourglass figure and was a stark contrast to her dark tanned skin. Through the sheer fabric, it was easy to make out the shape of her nipples on her large firm breasts. He was equally good looking for a guy. Well muscled and about six feet tall with dark brown hair and olive skin. He wore a red silk shirt and a pair of tan dress pants. They'd both been drinking quite a bit which I thought would probably make my masquerade all the easier. "Well . . . here goes" I thought. My heart raced with anticipation as I clutched the figurine in my pocket. "I think you need a little trip to the restroom my friend." Quickly the man excused himself and made his way toward the back of the club. I followed him into the restroom and occupied the stall next to his. I held the statue and concentrated again. I heard a stirring in his stall and within a couple of minutes, he willingly passed his clothes underneath the partition to me. I stripped and did the same. I began to concentrate on his form. My body began to tingle as the changes started to take effect. It was eerie, and yet thrilling at the same time, to watch my body transform before my very eyes. As strange as it might seem, the was very little pain. The whole process was done in about 30 seconds or so. I rubbed my hands over my new body and then up to my face. The sensation of feeling something different . . . something that your mind knew shouldn't be there was exhilarating. After I regained my composure, I put on his clothes. Before I left, I grabbed the statue and concentrated once more. I departed leaving my twin to have stomach cramps in the stall for about an hour or so, and then to leave and go home . . . completely forgetting that he was here with his girlfriend. He'd call her sometime tomorrow. I laughed to myself as I began to walk out of the restroom. As I passed the mirror, my reflection caught my eye. "Amazing . . ." I said as I rubbed my face. "This is going to be some fun!"

When I got back to the table, she was still there waiting for me. I quickly downed the remainder of my drink and suggested that maybe we get going. She seemed all too happy to agree. From what I saw earlier, she could hardly keep her hands off of him. "It shouldn't be that difficult to get her in bed" I thought. "Hey, do you mind driving baby? I'm feeling a little to buzzed to drive" I said. "Sure. Don't tell me you're going to pass out on me when we get home" she smiled. "Hardly" I laughed. "A couple of drinks couldn't keep me away from you." We took off arm in arm and made our way out to the car. I suggested that we go to her place instead of mine. Fortunately, she didn't have a problem with that. I did my best to keep the conversation to a minimum, not wanting to arouse any suspicion. After all, I still had my own brain and thoughts. I didn't know a damn thing about either of these people . . . including their names! But hell, I wasn't going to let a small detail like that stop me from having the most exciting sexual experience of my life.

When we arrived at her apartment, the anticipation was killing me. As soon as we got inside, I started to make my move. I began with a few soft touches to kind of get things going. It didn't take too long to get her warmed up. Before I knew it, we were both lying on the floor of her living room going at it. The feel of her body against mine was so new and fresh. She was incredibly gorgeous. Every part of my body was on fire. After some fantastic foreplay, I could wait no longer. I fucked her until I felt my building orgasm ready to explode. I pulled out and shot all over her tits as she moaned in ecstasy. We both fell asleep on the floor only to be awakened by the sound of the telephone ringing. "I'll get it" she muttered while being half asleep. As she went into the bedroom to answer, it came to me. "Shit!! What if that's him! I'd better get the hell out of here." I quickly grabbed my clothes, made sure that I had the statue, and made a break for the stairwell. Once inside, I concentrated on my old body. The strange warping sensations returned and in a few seconds, I was my old self again. I put on the now awkwardly fitting clothes and made my way outside. I ran down a couple of streets to get away and then hailed a nearby taxi. As I rode home, I couldn't help but pat myself on the back for my great idea. I had just experienced some of the most erotic sensations of my life, and I could hardly wait to do it all over again!

When I got home, there was one loose end that I needed to tie up. Lisa was awake when I walked inside. "Uhh . . . Hi honey . . .I'm really sorry about not getting home" "Where the hell have you been all night!" she interrupted. "I've been worried sick about you! I called Larry and he said that he didn't get together with you at all last night. Now I want to know what the hell is going on . . . and what are you wearing?! It looks like you're wearing someone else's clothes!" "Honey . . . please." I tried to say in a calming way. "There's really a simple explanation. I feel bad that I lied to you . . . it's just that I knew you wouldn't approve." "Approve of what?" she said. "Do you remember Bob Johnson from college . . . my old roommate at the dorm?" I asked. "Well he's getting married next month and he's in town for a few days. Some of the guys thought it would fun to take him out on kind of a impromptu bachelor party. It's just that I know how much you disapprove of stuff like that. For some reason, I just thought that it would be better if I didn't tell you. But I was wrong . . . I'm really sorry. Please forgive me Lisa" trying my best to sound sincere. "I'll think about it" she said as she walked away pissed off. "It's just that there's one thing that I can't stand . . . and that's being taken for a fool and being lied to. You've really gone too far Colton . . ." The telephone rang. "I'll get it" she said. After the phone call, she seemed extremely pissed off. "Who was it honey?" I asked. "Oh nobody important" she said. She stormed upstairs and slammed the door to our bedroom. It took a few hours for her to settle down, but eventually I talked my way out of it. It was really all too easy. Thank goodness I had a stupid wife.

The next month or so went by pretty much the same. I had turned myself into a half a dozen different men and had taken advantage of their wives or girlfriends. Each experience was new and addicting. It was like a drug that I just couldn't stop taking. One Saturday night, the uncontrollable urge hit me hard. I needed to go out and find some babe to do it with as soon as possible. So I opened up the closet and got out the shoe box where I'd been hiding the statue and parchment. I opened it, but there was no statue! "Where is it! Holy shit. I know I put it back in here. It has to be here . . ." I looked through the box again and then dumped the contents out on the floor. No luck. I started ripping the closet apart in desperation. I went to my dresser, looked in the bathroom, and even in with the dirty clothes. "Where the hell can it be?!" I gasped. "Where could what be?" I heard a voice say from behind me. It was Lisa. "Oh . . . nothing important" I said. "I was just looking for something . . ." "Nothing important? Well you've sure made a heck of a mess over nothing . . ." she said. "Uhh . . . I was just looking for my watch. I'm just pissed. I can't find it anywhere." I managed to mumble. She looked at me casually and said "Oh, OK. Actually I thought that you might be looking for this." She held up her hand. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the statue and the smug look on her face. "Great! I've been looking for that too. Thank you Lisa." "Oh not so fast Colton. Where did you get this little trinket?" she said while pulling back her hand. "Well . . ." I stuttered. "I found it in Mexico on my last trip there. It's really quite rare and fragile. Could you please give it back to me dear?" I asked. "I'm not so sure . . . I kind of like it" she smirked. "Lisa . . . please . . . you don't realize what you have there . . ." She interrupted "Oh but I do . . . but I do." Her eyes widened as a look of anger started to come over her face. "How long did you think you could get away with all of this!? You must take me for a fool! You've lived your little fantasy. I hope you enjoyed it . . . manipulating me and fucking all those women . . . because it was the last time that you'll ever do that again!" "Lisa . . . please . . . what are you talking about?" I pleaded. "Give it a rest Colton. Let me clue you in. I got a phone call from some strange old man in Mexico a few weeks ago. He filled me in about your little visit to him and told me all about this little statue you found. He said he sensed that something was wrong . . . that the power of the statue was being abused . . . that it was being used for self gain, and not for its' true purpose. At first I thought he was some sort of crackpot, but after he told me the whole story, I put two and two together and started figuring everything out. You've been using this statue to cheat on me, and what's worse, you used it to turn me into some fucking, sex starved, prostitute! Sooooo . . . if it's some slut you want . . . then let me give you a hand . . ." "But Lisa . . . please listen to me . . . let me explain . . ." I tried to plead, but her eyes only burned with hatred. "Shut the hell up you bastard! . . . or shall I say . . . you bitch?!"

The smug look on her face said a thousand words as the statue began to glow once more. "No! . . . Lisa! What are you doing?!" "Just putting the shoe on the other foot" she laughed. "This way you wont have to go through all that trouble to get your hands down some girls pants!" All of the sudden I felt that all too familiar sensation coursing through my veins, but this time, the tingling seemed unusually intense. "Lisa . . . what are you doing to me?!" I cried out. Just then, I felt hair starting to crawl down my neck and onto my back. I looked down at my hands as they shrank before my eyes, becoming thin and delicate. . . my nails growing about an inch in just a couple of seconds. "Lisa!!" I screamed. My voice cracked as the sound coming from my mouth was no longer mine. I quivered in fear as I clutched my throat as if to suppress the sound of my new high pitched voice. Crunching sounds quickly drew my attention elsewhere. Bones were literally rearranging themselves. My spine compressed, my ribcage constricted, and my hips widened causing my pants to rip apart at the seams. I felt my ass began to swell and reshape itself completely throwing off my center of gravity. My legs shook as they thinned and lengthened. Then instinctively, as if to save them, I reached down to grab my cock and balls. "Lisa! Please don't! Not this!" I yelled, but it was already too late. I felt them shrivel away to nothingness, and as if attached by strings, pull completely back into my body leaving nothing behind but a long, deep slit which seemed to stretch and pull itself all the way up to my ass. A sudden pain then caused me to slide my hands up under my shirt and grab my throbbing chest. I felt my nipples beginning to swell . . . and in moments, the mounting pressure erupted into a pair of large breasts that filled my tiny hands to the point where I could hardly hold them. My shirt buttons strained to contain my new shape. "Oh my God! Lisa . . . please!" I whimpered. I buried my head in my hands as I started to cry . . . when I did, I began to feel my face pulling and stretching to remold itself. When I took my hands away, the face remaining was no longer mine. I dropped to my knees in shock as the tingling sensations of my morphing finally started to subside.

When I regained my composure, I reluctantly stood to gaze at my reflection in the mirror. As I stood, my tattered pants fell to the floor revealing a pair of white cotton jockey shorts stretched to their limits by a stunningly curvaceous female form. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, fearful to see that which I knew was there. With the last button undone, it dropped to the floor completely exposing my new womanhood to my disbelieving eyes. Two large and incredibly full breasts hung proudly from my thin ribcage. Their large round nipples ever so slightly pointing up and outward. I reached my hands up and cradled them letting their full weight rest in my hands causing my body to get goose bumps from the new sensation.. As my eyes moved upward, they were greeted by a mane of long, wavy black hair framing the face of a stunningly beautiful girl. There was absolutely no resemblance to my former self, with the exception of my bright blue eyes. Hauntingly, they had turned feminine, but clearly remained mine. I could almost see my soul peeking out from behind them. Letting go of my breasts, I reached up to grasp my face in disbelief . . . but the resulting bouncing sensation momentarily diverted my gaze back down to my jiggling chest.

"Now there" Lisa said mockingly. "Isn't that much better dear?" Completely dazed I managed to mutter, "Please . . . I'll . . . I'll do anything . . . just turn me back! I'm a man. Please . . . I don't want to be a woman!" "But Colton, don't you see? That's the whole idea. I want you experience exactly what you did to me . . . all of it . . .Oh! . . . that reminds me . . . there's something I almost forgot." I looked at her hand to see the statue glowing once again. "What . . . what are you doing now?!" I stuttered. As I spoke, the thoughts in my mind seemed to become blurred and jumbled. Concentration becoming more and more difficult with each passing second. "Oh . . . just the finishing touches" she said smugly. "What do you mean? I don't understand. I'm so confused!" I muttered in a panic. It was so hard to focus . . . to pay attention . . . to understand what was happening. "Now now honey . . . that should make things a little easier for you" she said. "I don't understand . . . what did you do?" "Oh nothing much . . . just lowered you're IQ a little . . . say by some 60 points or so!" "Lisa . . . please! I'm . . . I'm sorry. Please forgive me . . . please turn me back." I cried. My body again started to tingle. At first, I thought that she was going to have pity on me . . . but when I didn't change back, I knew that she had done yet something else to make my situation even more insufferable. "What . . . what else could you have done to me?" I fearfully asked. "Oh you'll see darling . . . you'll see!"

Her laughter rang throughout the room and inside my head as the statue began to glow again. I waited for something else to happen to me, but this time, I wasn't the target. I watched as Lisa's knees buckled some as she reached to grab her crotch through her skirt. After a couple of moments, she regained her composure and looked me square in the eye. "Please . . . I don't understand what's going on . . ." I said. Instead of telling me, she reached her hands behind her back to unbutton her skirt. As she turned to face me, she let go of it allowing it to drop to the floor. The sight before me caused my heart to race uncontrollably. Atop her long feminine legs, and stuffed into a pair of white silk panties, was an unmistakable bulge. As we both stared at it, it began to swell. In a few seconds, the skimpy and delicate panties were unable to contain my wife's new throbbing physique. "Well Colton . . . what are you waiting for?" she asked. "Don't you want to play with my cock?" All at once I realized what she had done to me! "Lisa . . . please . . . oh no! I'm a man . . . please!" "Technically dear, just your soul is male . . . the rest of you is . . . well . . . a 21 year old, stupid, sex crazed bimbo!" She laughed uncontrollably for what seemed like forever and then said mockingly . . . "So Colton . . . tell me . . . Isn't the thought of my nice big cock in your mouth starting to sound good about now?!" She reached down and held it firmly in her small hand as if to taunt me with it. I tried to fight off the new urges flowing through my body. "NO!! Please don't do this to me!" I managed to plead, but as much as I tried, my body was unwillingly dragging me in the other direction. "Lisa please . . . stop this!" I tried to say forcefully . . .but it only came out sounding like I was just some sort of ridiculous air head. As I stood there struggling to find the right words, one of my hands unconsciously found its way down my flat stomach and in between my legs. "There now . . . " she said patronizingly. "Doesn't that feel much better than having all that extra baggage down there?" My mind was quickly changing . . . I could hold out no longer against the cravings that Lisa planted in my mind. My pussy was warm and dripping wet as my hand slid back and forth exploring the new contours of my body. I began to moan in pleasure as all I could think of was GETTING fucked! The sensations were so different and so powerful. Thoughts of MEN danced through my head. I tried my hardest to stop it, but it was no use. Within moments I found myself kneeling in front of my wife's engorged 8" cock. Like a preprogrammed robot, my hands uncontrollably reached up to grasp it. My mind screamed for me to stop but I wasn't strong enough. I shook with fear as I closed my eyes and wrapped my full lips around the tip of her cock. I instinctively began to lick and suck it like some cheap slut. I held it firmly between my teeth as my now free hands ripped off my jockey shorts. Then with one hand, I firmly grasped her cock and went back to work bobbing my head up and down trying to take more and more into my tiny mouth with each thrust. My other hand found its way back to the dripping wet void between my legs as I instinctively began to play with myself. I groaned and squealed with pleasure as my body experienced all these new sensations. A tingling began to grow in my pussy. Soon, it swept throughout my body causing me to scream out with pleasure. But before my first female orgasm was even over, Lisa grabbed my head and drove her cock back into my mouth. I began to feel it tense up and realized what was coming next. I uncontrollably dug my fingernails into the base of her cock and drove the rest of it as far back into my throat as possible. I felt her body shake as an explosion of liquid filled my mouth. I tried to gulp it down as best I could, but there was just too much for me to handle. I began to gag causing her cock to slip from my mouth momentarily. Hot salty cum shot all over my face. I continued to suck her trying to swallow every last drop until she pulled herself from me and pushed me to the ground.

She laughed uncontrollably at me as I sat there on the floor licking the cum from my lips and driving my fingers in and out of my pussy. She reached for the statue, and once more it began to glow. I watched in wonder as her throbbing cock began to shrink. Her huge balls withered as her scrotum began to contract. In seconds, it was all gone. Lisa smiled in relief at the sight of her familiar anatomy. "Ahhh . . . now wasn't that fun dear?!" she said. "I never knew that having a dick could be so pleasurable . . . but I guess I don't have to tell you about that . . . I'm sure you'll always remember how it used to feel!" With my diminished IQ, I sat there with a blank look on my face as I struggled to comprehend what she was really driving at. After looking at the confusion on my face, she decided to spell it all out for me. "Listen dear . . ." she said coolly as she turned to leave the room. "I hope you like your new body . . ." I looked on in horror as she raised the stature above her head and threw it to the floor shattering it into a hundred pieces! "Because it's permanent!! You dumb bitch!!" As I sat their stunned, my mind could stay focused no longer. A blank expression returned to my face as I went back to licking the cum off my fingers. Just then I felt a drop of cum fall from my chin. I looked down to see that it had landed right on one of my tits. I quickly grabbed my breast with my tiny hands and pushed it upward to meet my lips. I moaned with pleasure as I licked off the last bit of cum from my nipple. But right behind the surface of my physical appearance and actions, the true Colton Smith was screaming out in agony . . . unable to fight off the suggestive powers of the statue any longer, and forced to live out his punishment . . . which would now last . . . a lifetime.

The End