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.
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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...