The Silent Girl
(Rated R for Strong Language and Sexual Themes)
My name is Liz and I was a junior in high school. I was a bit of a
troublemaker occasionally smoking cigarettes or weed, drinking alcohol,
and I had sex with a few boys. I wasn't particularly good in school
either. The only thing I was good at was sports like the school
softball team. One day we got a new transfer student. She had short
hair, dressed conservatively, but did not speak as she was escorted
inside the classroom.
My female teacher gave her a reassuring look. "This is your new
classmate, Mary. She is able to hear but not able to speak, so her
interpreter will be with her in the classroom," the teacher introduced.
Mary's interpreter was an older woman who also had nothing to say to
us. Mary did some quick signs to her interpreter, and I could tell she
was nervous. "Nice to meet you all," the interpreter said.
We all knew then that having a disabled kid meant we all had to be
careful with what we said. Any teasing or so-called "bullying" would
send us to detention for a week. Mary took a seat near me and listened
intently to the English class. She never said a word and rarely made
any signs to her interpreter. She had no expression on her face. I
tried not to stare, but it was too weird. I had never encountered
someone who couldn't speak before. It would make sense if she were
deaf but that wasn't the case here.
***
During PE, Mary was nowhere to be seen. I later learned she was
excused from it for some unknown reason. Over the next few weeks,
nothing controversial happened. My interest in Mary faded away. She
never talked and that was boring.
One day, a group of seniors discovered Mary's condition and decided to
pester her after school. Each one tried to provoke Mary to talk. She
tried to sign to them that this wasn't possible, but they simply mocked
her for it. The harassment turned to physically bullying her and
taking her things. They weren't convinced she couldn't talk and
planned to beat a scream out of her. They tossed her on the ground and
lightly kicked her making her unable to come up.
I happened to be waiting for softball practice when I saw it. I heard
a voice, "Help!" and ran over. The boys were laughing hysterically as
they continued to bully her.
"Hey, assholes. Get away from her before I smack you with this bat," I
said holding my softball bat.
"Please, we could easily take that from you," the leader said.
"Before you do, I'll make sure I bust the teeth out of at least one of
you. Which one is going to be?" I pointed at them with my bat.
The boys shrugged and laughed as they walked off. I came over to Mary
to pick her up. "You okay?" I asked.
She simply nodded. I found her backpack and gave it to her. When I
was sure no one was around, I confronted her. "I know you can speak.
What's the deal?" I demanded.
She shook her head not wanting to tell me. "Look, I just saved your
ass. Could you at least give me an explanation?" I asked.
She looked away and walked off.
***
The next day, Mary still had her interpreter with her. I tried to keep
myself from scowling. It didn't make any sense, and it frustrated me.
Right before class, Mary discreetly gave me an envelope that was sealed.
I simply nodded to her and read it at lunch.
"Thank you for saving me from those guys after school. It was
courageous and charitable. I am telling you this in the hopes you will
keep it to yourself. A few years ago, I was cursed by one of my
relatives who was bitter that I was given all the inheritance when my
parents passed away. That relative is now dead but the curse remains.
The curse placed upon me affects my voice. While I can speak, my voice
is too horrible for me to use. All medical explanations and treatments
have failed. Instead, I have learned sign language and hired
interpreters to be with me at all times. I hope you can understand and
will keep this between us."
I read the letter a few times and then decided to burn it completely
with a lighter. I wasn't a gossiper or a snitch. The next day, I gave
her a note.
"Your secret is safe with me. Can you teach me your sign language?"
She read it and for the first time, I saw her smile.
***
For the next few weeks, I was Mary's unofficial bodyguard against the
senior boys. I was prepared to knock out teeth and give concussions.
I didn't give a fuck whether I was suspended. Mary gave me a list of
commonly used words and taught me the signs for each one. It was hard
for my idiot brain to comprehend at first.
"This would be a whole lot easier if we simply spoke to each other," I
said annoyed.
She signed "No," in reply.
"Look, I don't care what your voice sounds like. It could sound like a
throat cancer victim for all I care," I said.
She shook her head. I didn't press her and the lessons continued. By
October, I had learned a decent number of signs. The two of us could
talk to each other during class when we're not supposed to or in the
halls. It was our secret code. Since Mary never spoke to anyone, I
was her only friend.
"You going to go to any Halloween parties?" I asked her.
"No," she signed.
"Why not? It will be fun," I said.
"No, it will not," she signed.
"Mary, you have a lot of money but no social life. How long do you
think you can keep this up?" I asked.
"I don't know," she signed. She then looked up at the sky
thoughtfully. "I have an idea," she signed smiling.
***
That Halloween, I dressed up as a witch to the party, because I was
broke and unimaginative. Mary eventually showed up in casual clothes.
"What's up?" I asked her.
"Party, my place," she signed.
I nodded understanding the dumbed-down sign language she was using. I
went into her luxurious car. The driver took us away to her mansion
outside of town. Once we got there, there was already a crowd of
people in costumes, many of which were college-aged.
"Soon," she signed to me and went to her room upstairs.
I shrugged and had some champagne. No one asked me how old I was. I
socialized with the young men who figured I was some rich guy's
daughter. I lied and made up all sorts of stories. I didn't see Mary
for a while and assumed she was just taking her time getting dressed.
"There you are," a masculine voice said behind me.
I turned around and saw someone in a cowboy costume. She wore boots of
rich leather, the pants were male jeans, the belt also looked leather,
a white collared t-shirt, a thick brown leather vest, and
finally the Cowboy hat. I stared at the young man bewildered and then
recognition slowly registered.
"Yeah," I said awkwardly.
"This is my date for the night. Doesn't she look great?" she asked.
The other oblivious rich guys agreed and began complimenting me. "I would like
to thank the host in person if I could," one rich guy said.
"I heard the heiress went on a trip to England and couldn't be back in
time," Mary said impersonating a male cowboy.
"That's a shame. I have heard stories of her beauty," the rich guy
said.
In my awkwardness, I felt some jealousy or perhaps protectiveness. I
didn't know what I was feeling at the time. I knew now why Mary kept
her mouth shut all this time. Her voice was exactly the same as that
of a boy. I knew that if I had such a voice, I would keep my mouth
shut too. However, no one there seemed to recognize her as the host.
I saw another side of Mary I had never seen before. She was social and
outgoing while I remained fairly quiet.
***
After the evening was over, I decided to make small talk. "So, that's
the reason you don't talk?" I asked.
"Yes," she said in a male voice.
"Maybe you could get a voice trainer," I suggested.
"I've tried it. It didn't work," she said.
I looked over her costume. She had done a very good job hiding her
chest and making her face look more masculine. "Maybe, you could be a
guy?" I said absent-mindedly.
She simply stared at me. "If I were just a normal person, I would
actually consider it. But I am the heiress of a well-known estate. It
would be scandalous."
"So what? Who cares? You running for office?" I asked rhetorically.
"No man would want me as a man," she said.
"Unless they're gay," I said obviously.
"That's too much," she said.
"Look, I only see three options here: You stay silent your whole life,
you fix this curse, or you become a man," I said simply.
"You talk like it is an easy decision to make," she said flustered.
"All I know is that you were enjoying yourself tonight. Are you going
to wait another year to have fun?" I asked.
She said nothing for a few moments. "There's no need to make a
decision now. Do you mind pretending to be my girlfriend?"
"Pretend?" I asked with mock seriousness. "We are girlfriends," I said
giving her a hug.
***
Mary continued to go to school in feminine albeit rich attire with her
translator. The only one in the class who knew of her secret was me.
I kept secrets well and made an effort not to smirk as she signed with
her translator. After class, Mary dressed in baggy pants and a thick
sweatshirt. She had her hair in a bun and hid it inside a ball cap. I
kept guard in the girl's bathroom as she worked on her make-up. If
anyone saw anything, I would immediately kick them out. After thirty
minutes, I curiously saw Mary putting the final touches on. Her
ability to use make-up was astounding. Of the two of us, she was the
real girl.
Once she was done, I checked the bathroom entrance and saw no one
around. "It's clear," I said to her.
A very boyish-looking Mary stepped out and walked with me to the
parking lot. I noticed her manner of walking and had to stop her.
"What?" she asked using her boy's voice.
"The way you walk is funny," I noted.
She looked at me anxiously wondering if she would pass outside. "Take
longer strides," I told her.
She eyed me and then took some practice steps nearly falling over.
"Try walking around the parking lot," I suggested.
"What if someone saw us," Mary said embarrassed.
"Who gives a fuck? Besides, it will just look like a girl and boy
walking together," I said.
Mary didn't care for my swearing but continued practicing taking longer
strides. "Now, move your arms a little more. You look so stiff," I
said.
She did as I said and was nearly passable. "If you don't keep it up,
everyone is going to think you're a gay guy," I said at her exasperated
face.
"You're right," she admitted.
"So, what am I going to call you. I can't call you Mary in public," I
said.
"Marty," she said finally.
"Like Back to the Future?" I grinned.
"Okay, I'll think of something else," she winced.
"No, Marty works for today. We can always change it up next time," I
allowed.
We got in the car and Mary looked over her appearance in the rear-view
mirror to make sure nothing had changed. "You look fine, really," I
assured her.
***
We drove to the mall and went through the clothing stores. Mary seemed
pleased to be able to talk about random subjects using her voice
instead of having to use sign language. For practice sake, she still
occasionally used sign language even as she was talking. I didn't mind
it, so I didn't make fun of her for it.
"Can I help you, Sir," a store's clerk asked Mary.
She, at first, didn't recognize being called "Sir" and didn't turn
around. She then quickly turned around. "Anything I can help you
with?" she asked helpfully.
Mary realized she was out of place in the women's section. "Just
trying to help my...girlfriend," she said awkwardly.
The clerk nodded and turned away. I rejoined a stressed-out Mary and
started laughing. "It's not that funny," Mary said annoyed.
As I looked through some clothes, I noticed Mary wasn't buying
anything. "What gives? Why aren't you getting anything for yourself?"
I asked.
"I never go shopping actually. I simply make a list of what I want and
someone gets it for me," she said simply.
I simply stared at her. "Wow, well, why did you want to come here?" I
asked flabbergasted.
"It just seemed like the social thing to do," she said. "And you're
fun to have around," she added.
"Well, shucks. Let's try something else," I said dropping what I was
doing.
"Like what?" Mary asked.
The two of us entered the arcade center. "You got any quarters?" I asked.
"I got this," she said taking out a twenty.
"That'll work," I said and then put the twenty in the quarter machine.
We waited patiently for eighty quarters to come out. I then counted
them all to make sure we hadn't been ripped off.
"It's fine," she smiled before I was done counting.
For the next two hours, we played race cars and shooter games. With
few exceptions, I was the better player. "Of the two of us, you should
be the boy," Mary commented.
"No way," I rejected. "Being a boy is more than playing arcade games,"
I rejected.
"You like the outdoors, you play hard, you aren't into dresses, you
swear like a sailor, and fight people," Mary listed off.
"That doesn't make a man. Men need to be leaders. You're rich not
just because of your parents but because you manage money well
yourself. You delegate tasks to other people. You host parties and
don't even have to be there to supervise it. You're smart and you
found a way to hide this without getting caught," I said complimenting
her.
She smirked. "Maybe, we're both boys and don't realize it."
***
Mary skipped school on a Friday to attend some business meetings. The
following Monday, she told me how it went away from everyone else. "I
sat there in front of the board of directors and had my translator read
the speech. After she had read my speech, they simply ignored me.
I own over 50% of the shares and they ignored me because I can't
speak," she said angrily.
"It's not just your voice. It's because they see you as a kid," I told
her.
"If I had my real voice, they would listen to me," she said frustrated.
"Yeah right," I said doubtfully. "You have to influence things from
within. You have to get a job within your own company and gain
people's trust from the inside. Then, you can force the board to do
what you want," I said.
"If I get the operation, I don't think I will be able to get any job
except one from home," she said bitterly.
"What operation?" I asked curiously.
"I am getting consultations to surgically take out my voice box. It
will make me unable to speak even if I wanted to," she revealed.
"You can't go through with it. It's your voice! What if someone
attacked you? How would you call for help?" I asked stunned.
"There are other means aside from my voice. I can carry an alarm
system with me. Even without my voice box, I can still use a voice
synthesizer like Stephen Hawking," she said simply.
"Why are you doing this?" I demanded of her.
"It only takes one time for me to slip up. If I use my voice by
mistake or by impulse, I am finished," she argued.
"So, you're a girl with a man's voice. Who gives a fuck?" I said.
"I will be viewed as a freak. I will never be able to influence my
father's company," she said.
"Why is that such a big deal to you? Sell your shares and live rich,"
I said obviously.
"It was the company my father built. I am not going to sell it away,"
she insisted.
I gave her a stumped look. "Why do you care so much anyway," she asked
bitterly.
"Your voice...it's kind of cute," I said lamely.
She gave me a weird look. "You actually like my voice?" she asked
incredulously.
"Only your voice. That's all," I said defensively. "When is the
surgery?"
"I don't have a date yet," she admitted.
I nodded. "Well, good luck with that," I said with false sincerity and
walked off.
***
On the day of the operation, Mary didn't come to school. I thought
about what I would say to her after she had recovered. Would I call
her an idiot and tell her that she had ruined her life? Would I be
sympathetic? Would we even remain friends? Probably not. After all,
she would likely go to a special school that worked with teens that had
disabilities. I had no expectation I would see her again and the
thought of it made me sad.
To my surprise that weekend, I received a text message from her. She
wanted to see me at the food court at the mall. I had nothing better
to do and so I went. When I got there, I didn't see her anywhere.
Finally, a familiar voice called out to me.
"There you are," Mary said in her usual voice. She was wearing male
clothing and looked convincingly boyish. I would have considered her
cute if I didn't know the truth.
"The operation?" I wondered.
"I didn't go through with it," she admitted.
I simply stared at her. A part of me was glad she hadn't done it but a
part of me was also mad that she had even considered it. We sat down
with a pizza between us. "So, why not?" I asked curiously.
"When I got there, I thought what you had said but that wasn't what
changed my mind," she began.
"So?" I asked.
"In the surgery prep room, I saw parents comfort their children and
husbands and wives talking to one another to reassure each other. I
realized the importance of one's voice is when it really matters. I
couldn't go through with it," she said lamely.
"What now?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said honestly. "I guess I'll just use my voice for
those close to me and sign for everyone else."
"Let's think about this curse. When did you first notice your voice
change?" I asked.
She hesitated to answer. "I was at a summer camp for girls. It was
right after my parents had died and my relatives were squabbling over
my inheritance. I just needed some time out of the city," she began.
"Okay, anything out of the ordinary happen?" I asked.
She showed signs she was embarrassed and didn't want to answer. "Trust
me, I've done worse," I assured her.
"Almost all of the girls were snooty and arrogant but there was this
one girl that listened to my problems. One night, I don't know why I
did it...I kissed her," she said blushing.
I simply stared at her. "Is that all?" I asked incredulously.
She simply nodded. "Did you use tongue?" I asked becoming interested.
"No, it was a simple kiss," she said flustered.
"You didn't make out and touch each other all over?" I continued.
"No, it was just a simple kiss is all," she repeated.
"I've done worse," I said unimpressed.
She simply stared at me. "What? I'm totally straight but occasionally
I like to fuck with people. Some of the girls at school are so
uptight," I explained.
"Right, well, the next day my voice changed. I tried to disguise it
but nothing worked. So, I went home early and took a crash course on
sign language," she said.
"So, obviously the kiss is related to your situation," I surmised.
"What are you suggesting? I kiss another girl and see if it reverses
itself?" she asked.
"I'm right here," I volunteered.
"No way, it could cause the curse to spread to you," she objected.
"Do you know whatever happened to the girl you kissed?" I asked.
"No, I could probably find out," she said thoughtfully.
"Okay, first, we should find out whether anything happened to that
girl. Maybe, the same thing happened to her. Then, we find out
whether kissing a boy will reverse it," I said hopefully.
"It's too risky. What if the opposite happens?" she said anxiously.
"The opposite? Like, he turns into a girl?" I asked.
She nodded like I was an idiot. "Okay, then, let's try a test subject
that would have the least amount of risk," I said thoughtfully. "Okay,
I got one. His name is Bobby. He's totally gay," I said.
"What does that have anything to do with it?" Mary asked confused.
"It's obvious! If he turns into a girl, he might actually like it. He
can be with men without the stigma of being a queer," I said a little
too loudly.
"That assumes his sexuality doesn't change with it. What if it only
partially changes him? He would have a girl's voice with a boy's
body," she objected.
"Well, he's an asshole anyway. I say we try it on him," I said.
"Fine," Mary agreed.
***
The next Monday, I ran into Bobby. "Hey, Bobby. I need a favor from
you," I said.
"You haven't talked to me in years. What do you want now?" he asked
rudely. Bobby was slender, wore glasses, and had brown curly hair. He
made it obvious he was gay, but I never saw him with anyone.
"I need you to kiss a girl," I said vaguely.
"Is this some kind of joke?" he immediately rejected.
"No joke. You know the rich girl, Mary, the one that doesn't talk?" I
asked.
He nodded indicating he had heard of her. "That's the one," I said.
"No, why would I? I didn't come out of the closet just to get back in
again," he said annoyed.
"I'll give you fifty bucks," I offered.
"Now, you're treating me like a slut," he objected.
I rolled my eyes. "One-hundred bucks," I raised.
He looked at me to see if I was serious. "You don't have that kind of
money," he argued.
"She does," I said obviously.
"Alright, but no one can know," he agreed.
***
After school, the three of us met. Bobby looked at us awkwardly. "A
deal is a deal," I said handing Bobby the cash.
Mary said nothing giving nothing away. Bobby got next to her, leaned
down, and gave her the most awkward kiss between a girl and a boy. I
winced upon seeing it. After it was done, Bobby looked embarrassed and
regretful.
"Okay, see you around," he said lamely and walked off.
Once he was a safe distance away, Mary spoke. "That was positively
awful," she said disappointedly. "I can't believe my first kiss with a
boy was that."
"A boy for how much longer?" I grinned.
"Don't say that," Mary said regretfully.
"All I'm saying is that if he turns into a girl, he won't be your first
kiss with a boy anymore," I reasoned.
"It would still be my first kiss with a boy even if he does become a
girl. It's not as if the kiss didn't happen," she argued.
"Whatever. Now, we wait and see," I said.
***
The next day, Bobby didn't show up to school. A sense of dread came
upon us. What if the curse were real? What if Bobby now had the voice
of a girl for the rest of his life? As funny as that would be, it was
also horrifying to think about. I went by his house and knocked on the
door. A girl with brown curly hair answered the door.
"Oh, Hi!" she said as if she knew me.
"I'm looking for Bobby," I said assuming the girl was his sister.
"I'm Bobby. Don't I look great," she said happily.
I looked her over. I saw a resemblance to the old Bobby. "It is you,"
I realized horrified.
"Of course it is. My parents totally accept me now that I'm a straight
girl. My boyfriend loves the new look," she gushed.
"Boyfriend?" I asked. I wasn't aware he had one.
"Of course, silly. We've been dating for six months now. He's Bi, you
know," she said explaining the situation.
"So, what exactly happened after you kissed Mary?" I asked getting to
the bottom of this.
"So, right afterward my voice changed. It became very feminine, and I
was crying non-stop over it. My boyfriend then comforted me and then
last night, I became a girl. Well, not completely yet. I think a few
more sessions will make me complete," she grinned.
"Sessions?" I asked.
"Sex," she whispered.
"You had sex with your boyfriend after it happened," I hissed.
"You don't approve? I thought you were into that kind of stuff," she
said surprised.
"Well, sure, I just want to know what happened," I said frustrated.
"I started changing as we had sex. It was the most amazing thing," she
said.
"I see," I said lamely.
"Anyway, thank you so much," she hugged me. "I'm going to a new school
next week, but you can drop by anytime," she said gratefully.
"Sure, Bobby," I told her and walked off.
***
I met Mary who was in drag at a coffee shop to discuss what we had
learned. "I hired a private investigator to find the girl at the
summer camp. I should get a better idea of what we're dealing with
within a week," Mary said.
"That's great," I said flustered.
"What's wrong?" Mary asked.
"Bobby is now a girl now. That's why he didn't come to school," I
reported.
Mary simply stared at me. "It's okay. He even likes being a girl
now," I said.
"What happened?" Mary asked.
So, I told her everything that I had learned. When I was done, Mary
looked at me stunned. "So, the kiss causes it," she realized.
"Now, we just have to find out whether or not the girl you kissed at
camp is now a dude," I said bluntly.
"Don't say that," Mary said guiltily.
"Hey, it wasn't your fault. You didn't know you were cursed. What if
the other girl was a plant to bring the curse to you?" I suggested.
"It does establish that I can never kiss a guy," Mary said sadly.
"Bobby wanted to be a girl. He had sex with his boyfriend right
afterward. There are still a lot of unknown...," I began.
"Variables," Mary finished for me.
"Right, those," I said flatly.
"It's too risky. Every guy I am with could be cursed. Maybe that is
the curse," she said.
"No point in discussing it further until we find out what happened to
that girl," I told her.
***
Mary's private investigator found the girl quickly enough. She was
living in New England and at an expensive boarding school for girls.
Pictures of her showed no sign of masculinity. There was nothing
peculiar about her voice either. She was a normal straight girl with a
secret boyfriend that she kept from her parents.
"We have to test this on a straight boy and see what happens," I
suggested.
"No, it's too dangerous," Mary rejected.
"Okay, well, we still don't know if that girl at camp is the carrier or
not. If she is the carrier, she might be immune to it," I said.
"What do you suggest?" she asked.
"You kiss me. See what happens," I said.
"No, no way," she resisted. "I wouldn't wish my curse upon anyone."
"If it happens, we can both use sign language," I joked.
"No, not going to happen," she said adamantly.
"Alright, so what about this dead relative of yours? You say this
person cursed you," I brought up.
"It was probably my uncle," she said.
"Alright, who owns the house now?" I asked.
"His son and he will never invite me in to look around my uncle's
papers."
"Okay, so we break in," I said simply.
Mary looked at me like I was some kind of criminal. "It will be easy,"
I assured her.
"We have to make sure my cousin isn't there at the house," Mary said.
"Use that private eye and find out when he will be gone," I said.
***
Mary's private eye discovered her cousin's schedule and determined the
time he would be out of town on business. Mary couldn't go along with
me on this burglary, because she was too high-profile. If I got
caught, no one would give a damn. I dressed in black and came to the
house in the middle of the night after being dropped off by Mary's
driver. I entered the house through a basement window and snooped
around for anything that could be filing cabinets or papers. After an
hour of searching, I finally found some letters and personal documents.
I didn't bother reading them. I didn't have time. I took what I could
and exited the house without being spotted.
Mary's driver then picked me up and didn't ask questions. He drove me
over to Mary's mansion where the two of us looked through the
documents. Mary was a quick reader putting documents in various piles.
Most of them were about business but some were of a personal nature.
Mary finally found a letter that pertained to her.
"I am writing to you in the case of my late brother. His estate is to
be given to his only child, his daughter Mary. I am convinced, as
hopefully, you are as well, that the company and the estate could never
be run by a female. The company and the estate have always been in the
hands of great men and it is highly unfortunate that my brother never
had a son. I have no interest in running the company and the estate
myself or that I should take it legally or otherwise from Mary. She is
the rightful heir of my late brother's will. However, for her sake as
well that of the family, I ask that you use your influence to help her
in this matter."
I frowned as I heard the letter's contents. "What a misogynist piece
of shit," I spat.
"There's more," Mary said looking over another letter.
"I fully understand your concern. I will help her to the extent that I
can, utilizing the skills I possess. Any man she kisses will become a
woman rendering her forever childless and then your heir will inherit
the estate from her when she dies. However, in the unlikely event she
finds love in a woman, she will become a man. As a sign that my spell
has worked, her voice will be the first thing to change. As a man, I
have no doubt, she will satisfy your concerns."
Mary was in a state of shock as she put the letter down. "There's
this," I said offering it to her.
"I would have no objection to her becoming a man. It would strengthen
her in body and mind. Still, I am concerned it would create a scandal.
Therefore, I prefer her to remain a woman albeit childless."
Mary then read the last letter. "If she becomes a man, only those
close to her will remember that she was ever a woman. Do not fear of
scandal."
Mary checked the letters and found nothing indicating who the second
person was. The handwriting was in cursive and looked feminine. She
gave me a defeated looked. "I'm fucked," she said finally.
Even I was surprised by her outburst. "Your uncle is an asshole," I
remarked.
"He means well, but he has an archaic view on things," Mary allowed.
"Maybe he's right. Maybe, I would never be able to run the estate
properly."
"And having a dick is going to change that?" I asked bluntly.
"It's not just about having a dick. It's about being raised one's
whole life with confidence, aggressiveness, and pride. It's about
having that fire in the belly," Mary said. "I don't have that."
"What about temperance, civility, and class," I brought up.
"The business world doesn't care about that," she said defeated.
"So, what are you going to do? Join a nunnery?" I asked sarcastically.
"I don't know," she said honestly. "The letter assured my uncle there
wouldn't be a scandal."
"So?" I asked.
Mary grinned. "Let's make a scandal."
***
Mary went to a tailor who didn't ask questions. I watched as the
tailor made all the measurements and then provided her the right sizes.
She bought polished black dress shoes, a new male's suit pants and
jacket, a white dress shirt, and a tie. Once she was done, she got a
businessman's haircut by a barber who didn't ask questions. It helped
to have lots of money. No one ever asked you any questions. Once we
were done, Mary got dressed in her new clothes. She walked out looking
like a young man. She looked in the mirror and noticed that her eyes
were a little too feminine. She put fake eye-glasses on to complete
the look.
"Impressive. If I hadn't known any better," I said of her.
"If you're going to be with me...," Mary said looking at my punk clothes.
"You're going to need a new dress."
"Yes, Sir," I said mockingly.
Mary and I entered her company's office building. I was wearing a very
expensive black dress and my usually wild hair was in a conservative
bun. No one paid us any notice. I felt anxious for Mary. I wasn't
sure exactly what she intended to do.
We came to the private security station before we could enter the board
room. I showed my visitor pass to the guard and went through. Mary
showed the guard her ID card which still had a very feminine-looking
face on it.
"I will need you to establish your identity using this," the guard said
taking out a device.
Mary sighed and took off her fake eyeglasses. The device scanned
Mary's eyes and face. The facial recognition and iris scanner
recognized Mary. The guard gave Mary an odd look. "Proceed," he said
not certain whether to use "Sir" or "Ma'am."
Mary entered the room and saw a number of board members already
present. "Are you a new board member; I'm confused," one of the board
members said approaching her.
"Well, we wouldn't want that, would we," Mary smiled back.
The board assembled for the meeting. "I call this meeting to order,"
Mary said in a confident voice.
"I'm sorry, Sir. Who are you?" one of the board members questioned.
"Oh, excuse me. I didn't introduce myself. My name is Mark Thompson,
formerly known as Mary Thompson. This is my lovely assistant Elizabeth
Evans," she said. I tried to look pleasant although I hated my formal
first name.
"Could we have security come up," a confused board member asked through
a speaker.
Mary sighed as security came into the room. The board member stood up
and talked with the guard who assured him that Mary was who she said
she was. The board member then gave Mary a stunned look and sat down.
The guard then exited the room. "I am so sorry," he said
apologetically.
"Apology accepted. I have made some appearance changes since I last
met you. I am not surprised if some of you are shocked. In a few
weeks, it will be my eighteenth birthday which will allow me to make
legal decisions in this company including the future of this board,"
Mary said.
"We're glad to have you be an active member of this company," a board
member said politely.
"Yes, we're also quite pleased that your voice has healed," another
said.
"Doctors can perform miracles," Mary agreed. "For this reason, I plan
to make television appearances and interviews representing the company
from this time forth."
Most of the board clapped with approval. One board member seemed
particularly upset. "You are all fools!" she shouted at them. "This
will create a scandal throughout Wall-Street. It will destroy the
reputation of this company that John Thompson built," she said.
"What are you referring to?" Mary asked coldly.
"You may have a man's voice, but you are not a man. Not yet," she said
to Mary.
"I have always been a man," Mary said testing her.
"This wasn't supposed to happen. It was only a fail-safe," she
muttered and eyed me suspiciously.
"Let's break for a recess," Mary said to the group. "Except you, Aunt Debra," Mary
said glaring at the female board member.
Everyone left leaving the three of us in the room. I was on the
elderly woman in a flash. "Listen, bitch. Admit you did the spell," I
said pushing her up against the wall.
"This is impossible. If you are really a man, everyone should have
recognized it. How do you know about the spell?" Debra asked confused.
"Never-mind how we know. You're right, I haven't been changed fully.
Just my voice. Fortunately, I'm really good with make-up and dress-
up," Mary said to her.
"I can't reverse the spell once it has been initiated. I am so sorry.
I only did it to protect the family," she said apologetically. "I
never thought you would actually kiss another girl but when I saw that
you could no longer speak, I knew."
Mary gave her an angry look. "So, you would have had me either
infertile with no husband or have me become a man?"
"It was to protect the family from a weak heiress that would destroy
the wealth and prestige of the family. You can't go public now. You
have to wait for the spell to reach maturity and then everyone you know
will believe you always were a man," Debra explained.
"No, I'm going public now as a trans-man unless you reverse the spell,"
Mary threatened.
"Do it. Once you become fully a man, no one will ever remember you
were once a woman," she bluffed.
Mary wavered unsure of herself. "You're fighting against
inevitability," Debra said. "You'll ruin your life just to
spite me?"
"If she dies, maybe the spell will be broken," I suggested darkly.
Debra didn't shake in her resolve. "Were you the girl that
caused this? Did you kiss Mary?" she asked of me.
"Keep her out of this," Mary deflected.
"No, I didn't do it," I said truthfully.
Debra seemed to believe me. "To complete the spell, you will
have to love a woman fully. Only the two of you and I will ever
know you were once a woman," she said.
Mary wanted to be defiant against her aunt. "I only dressed as
a man to find out who the traitor was."
"I have only wanted the best for the family," she pleaded.
"I will show everyone that a woman can run this company voice or no
voice. I will adopt children and when I die, everything will go to
them," Mary said to her angrily.
"Please reconsider," Debra shook her head.
"She's too dangerous to be left alive. She could perform another spell
on you," I warned.
Mary seemed conflicted. "I have already amended my will. If anything
happens to me, it all goes to her," she said referring to me.
"I already know her name. You two can't escape me," Debra
said angrily.
Mary smirked. "Evans isn't her real last name." I simply shrugged.
Debra gave Mary a shocked look. "I can transfer everything I
have to her very shortly. So, if you really care for this family, you
will reverse the spell," Mary pressed.
"I can't...reverse the spell," Debra said helplessly.
"Do you know someone who can?" Mary asked desperately.
"No one can reverse it. Once you kissed that girl, your fate was
sealed," Debra said sadly.
Mary had used all her bluffs. She looked to me to see if I had any
ideas. I had none. Mary then turned to the board woman. "You're
fired," she said finally.
Debra merely nodded and then left the room. Mary sighed and
took a seat as soon as her witch aunt had left. "Can't you hire a hit-man
or something," I asked her as she leaned back in the chair.
"What good would it do?" she asked.
"Some good old-fashion interrogation might get her to talk. Get
Medieval on her ass," I suggested.
"I've lost my voice. I would prefer not to lose my freedom too," she
replied.
"I'll do it. I'll get a gun and rough her up. Just tell me her
address," I offered.
"I can't let anything happen to you either. You're my heir, remember,"
she disagreed.
"That was just to fuck with her," I said dismissively.
"No, its the truth," she revealed.
I shook my head in confusion. "I'm nobody. You would give everything
to me?" I asked stunned.
"That's right. Nobody will screw with me knowing that all the money
and power would go to someone unknown," she said.
"Thanks, you just put a big target on my back," I smirked.
"They don't know who you are. Even if they did, I have a contingency
against that too in case, we should both perish," she said lazily.
I simply stared at her speechless. Mary pulled on her tie unraveling
it. "This is uncomfortable," she muttered.
"Did you bring extra clothes?" I asked her.
She gave me a thoughtful look. "We're going to have to exchange
clothes," she said.
"Really?" I sighed.
***
Mary looked gorgeous in my black dress and high heels. Her hair was
still short but with her make-up off, she still appeared feminine
enough. I waited in the lobby wearing her business suit. The tie was
all messed up, my hair was wild as usual, and the suit didn't fit me
properly. I looked like a punk rocker wearing a suit for the purpose
of irony and mockery.
Mary used a very hoarse version of her male voice to explain to the
board that she was trying to put pressure on the fired board woman to
confess to a corruption crime within the company. The board seemed
reassured of this especially upon seeing Mary's feminine appearance.
She then reappeared in the lobby to pick me up.
In the car, we discussed what to do next. "So, we got the bitch fired,
but we still haven't found a cure," I said stating the obvious.
"There may be no cure," she replied. There was a sound-proof glass
divide between the backseats and the driver in the limo.
"So, we give up?" I asked.
"It's not the end of the world," she said exasperated. "Some people
are born blind, some are deaf, and others are disabled. I have been
blessed with power and riches beyond what most dream of. I've not even
eighteen, and I have my own limo and driver. How many can say the
same?" she said and then took out an alcoholic drink.
I simply watched her as she poured herself a glass. "You want some?"
she asked forgetfully.
"No, I'm good," I replied. Normally, I would love a drink but it
didn't seem the right time for it. Mary was getting drunk to deal with
her depression and the best thing for me to do was to just watch after
her.
"Well, do you want kids?" I asked.
"I can always adopt," she said.
"Yeah, but do you want your own flesh and blood," I clarified.
"Sure, if it could be done," she agreed.
"You can use a sperm donor," I suggested.
"I want the father to be in the picture. I am not going to raise a kid
all by myself," she said.
"So, marry a guy after you have your kid," I suggested.
"And have a sexless marriage? The moment we have sex, he'll be turned
into a woman," she reminded me.
"Okay, hire a butler to be a father-figure like Alfred was to Bruce
Wayne," I suggested.
"Those kinds of butlers don't exist," she chuckled sadly.
"You have money. Just hire a father," I argued.
"Money only goes so far. Do you think I can retain a hired father for
twenty years? I'm not going to have my kid grow up with several
different fathers. And even if I could, he would never be a true
father," she said.
The limo arrived at the mansion interrupting our weird conversation.
Mary stumbled out of the limo towards her house. The butler opened the
door for us. Once we were inside, I followed Mary to the living room
where she flopped herself down on a sofa chair. She stared at a portrait
of a man in a suit, her grandfather.
"I am going to get changed," I said retrieving my backpack filled with
my own clothes.
"Wait, what if I go through with it. I become a man?" she asked.
"You're drunk," I told her.
"Look, obviously I am not going to be making any decisions, tonight,"
she said as she opened another bottle and poured herself a shot. "But,
we can still talk, right?"
"Sure," I allowed.
"What's so terrible about being a man? I wouldn't have to deal with
pregnancy or periods. No one would look down upon me or question my
orders. I would be tough, have authority, and confidence. My
employees and my children would respect me. I wouldn't have to hide my
voice," she said.
"Right, well, you planning to be a gay man then?" I asked rhetorically.
"I mentioned children, didn't I?" she said annoyed.
"Right, but you could always adopt, get a surrogate mother, or just pay
off the real mother," I listed off.
"No, I wouldn't be gay," she said.
"Okay, you're swearing off all men? You're never going to kiss, dance,
or sleep with any men for the rest of your life? You're swearing off a
man that could provide you support and influence? Instead, you want
some whiny bitch that isn't going to give you a damn thing. She's
going to stay at home, do nothing, get fat, and annoy you for the rest
of your life," I said.
"I wouldn't pick such a person," she said confidently.
"Oh, you think so? What if she gets into drugs, drinks while pregnant
with your kid, or spends your money? What if she divorces you and
takes half of everything you own," I continued.
"We would have a prenup," she said flatly.
"Oh, good, so you thought all of this through," I mocked. "What about
men dying earlier than women. You care to lose ten years of your
life?"
"That's only because men do reckless things and that drives down the
statistics. If I stay healthy and I am not an idiot, I should last just
as long," she replied.
"You can never cheat. The media will destroy you," I continued on.
"I wouldn't," she said defensively.
"You say that now. What if she never puts out? What if she never
wants sex? You live under the assumption that your partner is always
going to be interested because you have only thought about men up til
now. What if she's a cold fish?" I asked.
"Then I am no better off than where I started from. We both know that
if I have sex with a man, he will become a woman anyway," she pointed
out.
"Who cares? Get yourself a prostitute and who cares what happens to
him afterward," I said.
"I don't do that," she refused.
"You have the power to rid the world of a lot of jackasses," I said.
She smirked at that. "I could prey on bad men and turn them into women
the next day."
"I'll help you find them. I can make you a list," I said as I thought
of all the high school boys I hated.
She took another shot and then stared at me with blood-shot eyes.
"Obviously, the choice is clear: you," she said.
"What about me?" I asked, uncertain where this was going.
"You can be the woman that can make me a man. You've kissed a girl
before, right? This wouldn't be that much different," she said.
"Whoa, this is an entirely different ball game, Mary. French kissing some
girl just for fun is not the same as girl-on-girl action," I said
dismissing it out-of-hand.
"It would only be one time," she said.
"You don't know that. It could take many sessions for all you know," I
said becoming weirded out by this conversation.
"I would be a man shortly thereafter. What's the difference?" she
asked.
"It's not about reputation, believe me. I have none," I resisted.
"Then what's the problem?" she asked.
"You're drunk," I accused.
"Just answer the question," she challenged.
"I see you as a friend. If we get weird with each other, that
friendship will never be the same. I will never be able to see you the
same way," I said honestly.
"That's going to happen regardless. I would be a man," she said
obviously.
"Yeah, but, I'll always know I was the one that caused it. And if you
become really unhappy and depressed about it, I will feel responsible
for it," I said.
"I am already miserable. I can't use my voice in public. I hire a
damn interpreter for when I go to school," she said.
"Okay, well, just maybe if we do this, I'll start to develop feelings
for the male you. You could be hot. I could be attracted to you. The
moment you become a man, we're done," I said.
"Why would we be done?" she asked.
"Men and women can't be friends. We either become lovers or
strangers," I said simply.
"I don't believe in that," she said.
"And what male friends do you have that aren't servants?" I mocked.
She looked at me uncomfortably knowing the truth. "I would treat you
well even if you weren't my girlfriend," she promised.
"You say that now. You'll be an entirely different person," I said.
"What if we went all the way? What if we got married and had kids
together? What if it didn't have to end?" she asked.
I was blown away by the question. "That isn't possible. I'm the
daughter of a fucked up family, I'm fucked up and someone like you
can't marry someone like me," I said.
"Why not?" she asked simply.
"You want to be Prince Charming and rescue Cinderella from her
problems?" I mocked. "You have standards I could never meet or what to
meet. I don't want to change to be who you need me to be," I said.
"So, what do I do?" she asked rhetorically. "Find some Lesbian off a
dating site and hope they don't freak out when I become a man the next
morning?" she asked.
"I would not advise doing that," I said and cracked a smile. "I
suggest getting a Lesbian prostitute."
"No, it has to be someone I trust. That prostitute is going to go to
the press," she said.
"Then pay her off," I said as if it were that easy.
"You have a lot of funny ideas of what the rich can and cannot do," she
said and took another shot.
"Honestly, I should be the man in our relationship, because I would get
things done," I said hammering my palm for emphasis.
"When the change happens, I want there to be someone I trust. That
person is you," she said.
I stared at her. How could I refuse her? She trusted me. What the
fuck was I thinking? Have sex with another girl? What if she did
become a man and then wanted to continue having sex with me? How could
I say no? Why would I want to say no? The easy answer was to say no
and simply walk away from all this weirdness. Still, the easy answer
was so boring. Was this not an adventure? Maybe if I got really drunk
beforehand, it would be okay.
"Get some sleep. If you feel the same way when you're sober, then we
can work something out, okay?" I said.
"Alright, deal," she agreed.
***
I woke up on the couch still in the suit. I yawned obnoxiously and
went to one of the numerous bathrooms to change into my old clothes. I
then placed the expensive suit on the counter. I looked at myself in
the mirror. My hair was a mess as usual.
I found Mary reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee, orange juice,
and a bagel. She was already dressed in a female business suit. I sat
down across from her wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She put the
newspaper down as I entered the room.
"Did you get enough sleep?" she asked.
"Yeah, fine. The couch was great," I said irritably.
"You should have asked my butler to show you a bed," she said.
"Yeah, well, it didn't occur to me to ask," I said honestly. "Why are
you so dressed up? You going somewhere?"
"I dress like this normally in case a visitor arrives," she said
simply.
I simply stared at her. "How's your head feel?" I asked referring to a
hangover.
"Fine. I took some hangover pills and this is my second cup of coffee,"
she said taking a sip.
I nodded in approval. I wished I were as thoughtful when I was drunk.
"So, now that I am fully sober, I am going to ask of you the same
thing. If you say no, I won't be offended," she said.
"We do this, there's no going back," I reminded her.
"I am aware of that," she said.
"Okay, I'm in. Do we take our clothes off now?" I asked.
"No, no, it has to be after we're both eighteen," she clarified.
"What?" I asked stupefied.
"That gives you plenty of time to rethink your position, and we would
both be consenting adults," she said.
"I think you're stalling," I accused.
"If we're going to do this, we're going to do it by the book," she
said.
"So, for a few weeks, we'll act as if there is nothing between us at
school even though we're scheduled to fuck each other?" I said
incredulously.
"Precisely. Can you handle it?" she asked.
End Part 1
The Silent Girl II
School went as usual. Mary had her interpreter with her everywhere on
the school grounds. After school, she would tutor me on my subjects, so
I wouldn't fail them. I couldn't tell whether she was just being
friendly or trying to groom me into being a proper partner for her.
Bullies would mess with Mary every so often. I would kick their ass.
Finally, softball season began. I had always thought it immature of the
guys to assume that all softball players were Lesbians. Now, I had
nothing to say against it. Mary showed up to my games but was silent
the whole time while the crowds cheered. I got a few hits a game. It
was the only thing I was really good at.
In addition to softball practice, I also went to the gym. Mary started
going as well but never spoke to me. Instead, she listened to music
through her headphones and ignored me. I wondered whether she just
wanted to be near me or whether she was preparing for being a man. I
guess she didn't want to be a man that looked like a meth-head. I just
assumed the magical change from female to male would increase her muscle
size. I guess she wasn't leaving anything to chance.
"Your birthday is coming up," she reminded me.
"Yeah, big deal," I said.
"You will be eighteen, an adult. You will be able to do things you
couldn't do before," she said.
"Yeah, and when I get charged with a crime, I'll get punished harder," I
said darkly.
"Just don't get caught," she smiled.
I chuckled at that. "I have to get home," I told her and walked down
the streets. I could never afford a car nor my mom for that matter. I
was close enough that I could just walk to school. I used my key to
enter my piece-of-shit house and then noticed the TV was on. Of course,
it was. That's all my mother ever did was watch TV. The screen was
static, we had an antenna TV. I went over to adjust the antenna when I
saw her. She was on the floor near the rocking chair. I went over to my
mother's body and saw the needle still in her arm. She wasn't
breathing.
"Oh fuck!" I whispered as I got the phone.
"What is the nature of your emergency?" the dispatcher asked.
"I need an ambulance," I shouted.
***
The ambulance came and then the cops. They asked me some questions
about who sold my mother the lethal concoction of drugs. They then
asked if I had any relatives I could stay with. I had no answers to
give. Since I was nearly eighteen anyway, they decided to just let me
stay at the house without needing to have the foster care system deal
with me.
Somehow, someway, Mary knew of the situation. She came by my house in a
simple car so no one would think it odd. "I'm so sorry for your loss,"
she said. "I can pay for any expenses you may have for the funeral,"
she offered.
"You see, now everything's weird," I said to her.
"What's weird?" she asked confused.
"Now, every time you offer to help me or show interest in what I like to
do, I feel it's because you want something of me," I said to her.
"It's not like that," she said.
"How did you know my mother was dead? None of my other classmates knew
of it," I said choking up. "I hardly ever talked about her to you."
She said nothing. "You've been spying on me," I accused.
"No," she said shaking her head.
"No, not directly. You have people to do that for you," I said. She
said nothing, not even trying to deny the truth.
"If I can help, shouldn't I?" she asked finally.
"You're fattening me up, Mary. You're trying to make me better. I can
see it," I said.
"And what is wrong with that?" she asked defensively.
"Because you don't want me as just some fuck-buddy to make you a man.
You want me as a partner, and I will never measure up. You will hound
me to better myself my entire life. I will do nothing but fail you. I'm an
idiot, a delinquent, and a loser," I said tearfully.
"You know what?" she asked rhetorically. "You are a loser and you
always have been. I could pour a million dollars into you, and you
would still be a loser compared to me. But after ten, twenty, thirty
years the gap between us would disappear. Do you think yourself dumber
than a ten-year-old rich kid who has the best schooling? You have
experience I don't have. And no one can call you a loser in front of
me. I'll destroy them," she said.
"I would pollute your gene pool. I would give you retard kids," I told
her.
"Don't talk like that," she shook her head. "Look, after the funeral,
you should stay with me," she offered.
"I have a house here," I said stubbornly.
"Yeah, you're about to be foreclosed on," she replied awkwardly.
I simply stared at her. She knew everything about my situation. I had
simply failed to ask for help. My pride had hurt me. This rich girl
was handing me everything, and I was too stupid and stubborn to ask for
help.
"If I stay, I help out in some way," I agreed.
"I have plenty of servants," she said.
"I know you do," I allowed. "Just let me earn my stay," I said. "For
dignity's sake."
She nodded in understanding. "I have a few things in mind."
***
At the funeral, the only ones to show up were the priest, Mary, and
myself. It was a normal cloudy day. The priest said some words and then
the casket was lowered into the ground. Once the priest was gone, Mary
turned to me.
"I could probably find your father," she offered.
"Don't bother," I replied.
***
I arrived at Mary's mansion with a few bags. "May I help you with
those, Miss," a servant said as we entered.
"Err...," I said not knowing how to respond.
"Yes," Mary replied to the servant who promptly took my bags away. Mary
then turned to me. "For the first week, you are my guest. If you need
anything, the servants will provide it. You are not to do any work.
Understood?" she said.
"Sure," I allowed.
"I recommend not telling anyone at school about this arrangement. It
would raise questions," Mary advised.
"Right," I agreed.
"Your phone will ring at 5:30 a.m. Fifteen minutes later, a servant
will knock on your door to make sure you're awake. Breakfast is at 6:30
a.m. The driver will take us to school at 7:15 a.m," Mary said.
"Got it," I said not caring for the early wake-up time. Since school
started at 8, I would sometimes wake up thirty minutes prior, grab a
pop-tart, and then walk my way to school just in time.
"I recommend going to sleep no later than 10 p.m.," she advised.
"Can I go to unpack?" I asked awkwardly.
"Of course," Mary said letting me go.
I went through the halls and found my guest room. My bags were already
present on the floor. It didn't take long for me to set up. I looked at
myself in the mirror. I looked like hell. I then went back to go find
Mary. She was on the phone, and I couldn't help but overhear the
conversation.
"I have a new assignment for you," she said. She then proceeded to give
my former address. "Yes, the same place," she said. "I want you to
track down a dealer. I'll give you the full details tomorrow," she said
and then hung up.
I acted like I didn't overhear and then gave her a fake smile. "Well,
what's next?"
"You have anything to swim in?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure," I said.
"Get changed then," she told me.
"It's freezing outside," I protested.
"My pool is inside. The water is warm," she assured me.
"Oh, well, I'll be ready in just a moment," I said leaving to go find my
room again.
I quickly got into my red bikini and took my sandals. A maid then
directed me to the pool area. Once I got there, it was a room the size
of my old house but it was a swimming pool. The temperature was warm.
Mary was already present wearing a t-shirt and shorts with a one-piece
bathing suit underneath. She also wore a hair cap and shaded goggles
making it impossible for me to see her eyes. Her outfit was entirely
black. I looked very feminine in comparison.
I tested the water and found it warm. Mary eyed me from the surface as
I went for a swim. She eventually got in herself but was being lazy
about it. I couldn't help but think she was eyeing my body, but it was
impossible to tell with her shaded goggles. Maybe that was her
intention, to keep me from being able to notice her eyeing me. Was she
inspecting me for any physical imperfections like a doctor or did she
find me sexy? Was this her way of using the male gaze without being
caught? If it was, it was quite clever. Usually, guys didn't even make
an effort to hide their gaze. It was obvious now what this was about.
I was the prey and Mary was the hunter.
After our swimming session, Mary grabbed a towel and gave me one as
well. "You don't have a bikini?" I asked her as I dried my hair.
"I've always been a bit modest when it comes to swimwear," she said
simply.
She took off her goggles and looked at me. There was no sign of
elevator eyes or sexual hunger. She was either really good or didn't
care. I then felt really self-conscious that I was not being eye-balled
by her.
"I know your voice changed but were there any mental changes?" I asked
finally.
She simply stared at me. "What do you mean?"
"Do you find me attractive?" I asked bluntly.
"I am trying to figure that out," she said honestly.
"Anything I can do to help?" I smiled mischievously.
"For most boys, they can fall in love with a pretty face. I have my own
strategy," she said vaguely.
***
At school, Mary and I rarely communicated. After school, she forced me
to do all my homework and study for tests before I could go with her
back to her place. I contemplated quitting the softball team, but Mary
encouraged me to keep going. She could easily go home and get a driver
to pick me up later, but she didn't. She watched my practices and then
my games.
At her house, Mary showed me her own athletic ability. The two of us
suited up in her game room. "You ready?" she smirked as she put her
mask down.
"Can't be that hard," I said taking the sword like a baseball bat.
She laughed at me and quickly got a hit on my suit. I swung at her, but
she easily blocked me. She got my leg. "These are not lethal strikes,"
I pointed out.
"In fencing, the only thing that matters is that I get a hit," she said.
The two of us practiced fencing for an hour where she easily kicked my
ass. She was so fast putting all of her energy into a few quick strikes.
I had no chance against her, and I could tell she was holding back too.
"What is this supposed to prove?" I asked frustrated.
"You have brute strength. You can hit hard, run hard, and wrestle a kid
down. However, you don't have precision. With precision, you can excel
in fencing, table tennis, badminton, and pool," she listed off.
"Those aren't real sports," I said dismissively.
She smirked at me. "You are better than me in these so-called real
sports. We have much we can learn from each other."
"Sure," I allowed and gave my sword over to her.
***
Over the weekend, we watched a boring movie on the television. There
was one scene that gave me goosebumps from Pride and Prejudice:
"No one can be really esteemed accomplished, who does not greatly
surpass what is usually met with. A woman must have a thorough knowledge
of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages, to
deserve the word; and besides all this, she must possess a certain
something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her
address and expressions, or the word will be but half deserved.''
"Oh fuck," I realized.
Mary seemed to love this movie while I was bored to tears. Still, after
watching that scene I knew my "training" would continue. Mary wouldn't
stop until I was a "lady" worthy of her circles.
As predicted, Mary had me do ballroom dance classes. Of course, she was
perfect in her steps. Mary signed to me while in front of the dance
teacher. "Okay, she basically wants to learn the man's dancing role," I
paraphrased.
"Certainly," the dance teacher agreed.
When the week was over, Mary put me to work in the kitchen. She watched
as I worked with the kitchen staff making everyone a little nervous.
Even though this was a job, Mary was treating it as a way to groom me
into her successor. On other days, we worked on gardening. One
weekend, I found her in the garage working on a car.
"Don't you have a mechanic?" I asked her.
"I do, but I am tearing the engine apart, not putting it together," she
explained.
"You know, not all men work on cars. It's just a stereotype," I said.
"Is that what you think I am doing?" she asked.
"Yeah, you're making me do all of these life skill classes to become a
"lady" and you're taking opposite gender classes," I said as if it were
obvious.
"These so-called classes are supposed to be for everyone, not just one
gender," she rejected.
"Please, how many of your kind work on cars?" I said dismissively.
"Let's say, for the sake of argument, that I am doing this prepare for my
new role. What's wrong with that?" she asked as she took another piece
off.
"Nothing wrong at all. It's actually quite smart. I just think you
have the two gender roles fixed in your mind. I know more about fixing
cars than most boys," I said.
"Our roles really should have been reversed," she said frustrated.
I grinned at that. "If I were changing into a boy, you wouldn't have
given me a second thought."
Mary said nothing for a while. She then got out from underneath the
vehicle and then went to the tool desk. She touched a folder. "What's
that?" I asked.
"The drug dealer that sold what killed your mother: I found him," she
said seriously.
My voice choked up upon hearing about my mother. "So, what?" I said
tearing up.
"I can end him," she said.
"Like, call the cops on him?" I asked.
"No, end him," she said seriously.
I stared at her. She was deadly serious. I knew that with her
connections and money, she could probably have this man killed and be
totally clear of it. It was true that I hated this man for selling my
mother drugs.
"No, my mother made her choice, and it wasn't me," I said sadly. "She
wasn't murdered. She did it to herself. Just have him arrested," I
said.
"Okay," Mary agreed.
I never heard what happened to the drug dealer. Maybe, Mary had already
killed him and was simply asking my permission after-the-fact. Maybe,
he was never found or maybe he eventually was arrested. I never cared
to look into it.
***
Mary loaded two shotgun cartridges into her double-barreled shotgun.
"Let's move," she said.
The two of us went outside and met our hunting instructor Mary had
hired. I wasn't carrying a weapon. I was supposed to be Mary's
interpreter. As we went through the marshlands, the instructor went on-
and-on about hunting tips. Every so often, Mary would sign to me, and I
would loosely interpret what she meant.
Mary didn't seem to be enjoying herself. It was more about proving to
herself that she could fit the role. She was auditioning for the role
of a man. Finally, a flock of geese came our way. Mary took aim and
fired. The blast nearly knocked her to the ground, but she remained
steady despite the kick of the weapon. One goose fell into the water
blasted with pellets.
"Nice shot," the instructor complimented.
Mary's dog then went over and fetched the dead goose. Once the
instructor was gone, we could talk again. "Why do you do things you
don't like to do?" I asked.
"It's for appearance sake," she said simply.
"You're rich. You can have fried duck whenever you want," I pointed
out.
"I am joining a sex that stormed the beaches of Normandy. A lot of what
men do is not because they enjoy it," she said.
"So, is some nerd that plays Warcraft no longer a man?" I asked
rhetorically.
"What do you want in a man?" she asked finally.
"I don't know, good looks I guess," I said vaguely.
"His personality?" she clarified.
"Someone who likes to have fun with me. Someone who can be formal and
respectable with strangers, but down-to-Earth with me. I want someone
that isn't needy all the time," I said.
"Good in bed as well," Mary added.
"Goes without saying," I smirked.
Mary decided to change the subject. "I am hosting a birthday party at
my place. I am inviting the whole school to come. I would like you at
my side to act as an interpreter," she said.
"No problem," I agreed. "But wouldn't you want something more private?"
I asked.
"We can do that when it's your birthday," she replied.
***
At the big birthday party, the two of us dressed nicely in feminine
dresses. A DJ played music, lots of food and drinks were provided, the
indoor pool was open, ping pong and pool tables were available to use,
and the living room was large enough for a dance floor. To advertise
the event, I told everyone about it since Mary couldn't for obvious
reasons.
As it started, Mary showed herself on the second floor looking down at
the crowd. She signed me a simple phrase. "Welcome everyone. Have
fun," I said to the crowd.
For most of the party, I stayed at Mary's side. Many came to her to
thank her for the party including handsome boys. Mary always signed the
same thing: "Thank you." It became incredibly awkward when some of the
boys tried to flirt with her, and I had to sign back her responses.
Still, I wasn't always with her. "Moving up in the world, aren't we?"
one girl said to me.
I immediately wanted to call her a bitch but stopped myself. "I am just
an interpreter," I shrugged.
"Heard about your mom. So sad," said bitch continued.
"Thank you for your sympathy," I replied politely.
Mary seemed to be aware of the conversation and moved in. She signed
that she needed help with something. "Sure, I'll help," I said making
it obvious why I had to leave.
Mary took me aside. "You alright?" she whispered.
"Yeah, I've dealt with bitches before," I said keeping my cool.
"Just wait until the party is over," she said cryptically.
After that, Mary didn't speak to me with her voice again. The birthday
activities went off perfectly and not once did Mary expose her voice to
anyone. I marveled at her discipline. I wouldn't be able to keep my
mouth shut.
After the party, the servants began the cleanup. Mary and I helped as
well to shorten the time it would take to get the mess cleaned up. Mary
had all the doors in her house locked except for the bathrooms to avoid
teenage shenanigans.
"Really?" I smirked as she reopened each door.
"Would you want it in your house?" she asked and then kicked herself for
mentioning my soon to be sold off house.
"I guess not. It's just funny that you would expect it," I said.
"I am just as aware of it as you even if I don't have the experience,"
she said.
"You saying I'm a slut?" I said in mock outrage.
"Yes," she smirked.
"If you become a man, you can't say that," I lectured.
"And why is that?" she asked.
"It's not polite," I replied.
"What does it matter the sex of the speaker?" she pressed.
"Men are generally in charge. They're the boss. If a boss insults me,
I fear for my job and livelihood. I fear to disappoint him. If a
subordinate or peer insults me, I don't give a fuck," I said.
"I am going to become that boss," Mary said thoughtfully.
"Nah, you will always be you...just with a dick," I mocked.
She shook her head at my vulgarity. I then went over to her and kissed
her on the lips. She gave me a look of surprise but accepted it. We
both looked at each other surprised. "Well," I said awkwardly. "See
you in the morning."
I walked off leaving Mary speechless. What had I just done? Aside from
the curse, I had just kissed Mary. It just seemed like the right thing
to do at the moment. We had been through so much, and it was her
birthday. Still, I felt I overstepped my bounds.
***
At breakfast the next morning, Mary didn't initially mention the kiss.
The nature of the curse was not overly clear. Did I cause Mary to
change more than she already had? Was I going to become a boy too? I
checked for any signs of it in the mirror and when I was in the shower
but found no indication.
She finally sighed. "That was risky last night," she said.
"Look, I'm sorry. It was impulsive," I admitted.
"Do you have any signs or symptoms?" she asked.
"No, you?" I asked.
"No, other than my voice. I almost wondered if your kiss would reverse
it," she said sadly.
"So, you haven't accepted the inevitable," I pointed out.
"If there is a chance I can remain female and fix my voice, I would do
it," she said seriously.
"Okay, let's not wait then," I said.
"We have to wait for you to become eighteen," she said.
"Fine," I agreed.
A man in a suit approached Mary and gave her a folder. She looked over
it briefly and handed it back to him. He wasn't one of the normal
servants in the house. Mary didn't speak or sign to him. He then
departed.
"Anything up?" I asked curiously.
"No, just business," she said vaguely.
***
My name is Mary, and I have her now. After lunch at school, I ditched
the rest of my classes. I would have Liz picked up later by my driver.
I got into my car alone and headed into the countryside. In the glove
compartment was a pistol fully loaded. As I got closer to my
destination, the excitement went through me. I took a country road and then
took a dirt road. I came across the house, parked the car, and took the
pistol.
I approached the house and knocked on the door. The door opened
revealing the old woman, my Aunt Debra. I pointed the pistol
at her. She backed up and allowed me inside. I looked to my right and
left to make sure no one else was in the house. "Sit," I told her.
She complied and then I closed the door. "Now, you're going to reverse
this spell," I told her.
"You won't kill me. You can't kill," she said calling my bluff.
"You so sure I haven't already," I said to her.
She stared at me wondering whether I was bluffing. "Go ahead and kill
me. I can't reverse the spell."
"Maybe if I kill you, the spell will reverse itself," I said.
"No, it doesn't work that way," she told me.
"If I get a woman to complete the spell, what happens to her?" I asked.
"Nothing happens to her. Only you will change," she said.
"What of any children that are produced?" I continued.
"Nothing," she repeated.
"And it is irreversible?" I asked.
"Right, irreversible," she agreed.
"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't kill you now," I said pointing
the pistol at her.
"Other than I am your aunt?" she said angrily.
"Yeah, other than that," I said coldly.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"You're going to do the same thing you did to me to my cousins. You're
going to make my male cousins all female. I will be the only male heir
in this family," I demanded.
She stared at me in shock. I put the pistol on single action as she
hesitated. "Alright," she agreed.
"You will make it so that I remember they were once male. If they're
not female within the week, I will be coming for you," I threatened.
"You're no different than me," she hissed at me.
"I didn't start this war, but I will finish it," I replied.
"You will find living as a man won't be so simple. You'll break just as
your uncle predicted," she said.
"We'll see," I replied back to her.
I got into my car, placed the pistol in the glove compartment, and then
drove off back to my house. I had lost the battle but won the war.
***
Once I got home, Liz was already home. "Where did you go off to?" she
asked with her usual spunk.
"Business," I lied.
She shrugged disinterestedly. Could I really trust this girl to be my
partner? She was from a broken home, a horrible student, and filled with
defiance. It would take years to reform her. That said, she was the
only one I could really trust. There was also that thing about her
looks that made it difficult to focus rationally. Her long blond hair
had been made perfectly healthy after the treatments I had given her.
She was athletic and healthy-looking. More than just that, she
looked...sexy maybe. Her breasts were the same size as mine although I
was never able to get a good look. I used my disability to get out of
gym and so I never saw any of my female classmates naked in the showers.
Her appearance, her walk, her voice, and her attitude were intoxicating.
For fear of the curse, I never sexually stimulated myself. I didn't
want to wake up with a dick the next morning. I wanted her so badly
each and every day but had to keep it in check. Her birthday was so
close.
"I'm taking a shower. You know who to call if you need anything," I
said to her.
"Yeah, sure," she said.
I had been very protective of her since her mother had died. Was it
because we were friends or something more? I considered using her to
change me into a man and then I would choose among the rich and
influential heiresses for a wife. That would be the smart thing to do.
I could then give Liz a significant thank you gift.
I undressed and entered the shower. I didn't care about the curse
anymore. I had threatened my aunt with a pistol to her head. She
really couldn't reverse the spell. No one would try to call my bluff
with a pistol to their head. I wasn't willing to kill her. I was no
murderer. Still, I felt dirty for even thinking about it. I had
criticized Liz for being fucked up. In reality, I was even worse.
I rubbed my nipples as water poured over my head. Soon, they would
become smaller and less sensitive. I squeezed and circled them as if
this would be the last time. I grasped my breasts and felt how full
they were. I couldn't imagine them suddenly gone. I then went down to my
clit and rubbed myself. It had been so long that it shocked myself. I
held the railing for support as I continued rubbing furiously. Soon, it
would become a dick. Would it be long or short, thin or thick?
I couldn't penetrate myself without breaking my hymen. I was still a
virgin for fear of cursing some guy. I would never have a boyfriend or
a husband. Any man I touched would become female soon thereafter. If I
touched them again, then I would become a man. As I rubbed, I imagined
Liz naked in front of me in the shower.
"Oh fuck," I moaned as I felt it happen.
Inside my body, I felt an incredible sensation from my female orgasm.
After I gathered myself together, I felt guilty and ashamed for even
thinking of Liz in that way. I washed my hair and washed my whole body
as usual and then exited the shower. My bathroom was connected to my
room so there was no possibility of having an accidental encounter with
Liz.
I got dressed in PJs and found Liz finishing an assignment. I didn't
even have to ask her to do it. Maybe there was still hope for her, after
all. My sexual frustration satisfied for the moment, I felt bored with
her. Aside from my physical attraction to her body, was there anything
I liked about her? She was rebellious, vulgar, and fun sometimes. It
was in great contrast to myself. The biggest thing, perhaps the only
thing that mattered, was my trust in her. She wouldn't rat me out to
the press or my competitors.
"I need you to do a medical test," I said finally as she finished.
"What kind of test?" she asked confused.
"An STD test," I said flatly.
"I haven't had sex since we met," she said defensively.
"I need it done," I said seriously.
"Well, fuck it. When and where?" she asked.
I simply stared at her trying to read her. I placed a folder in front
of her. "This is my test," I said handing it over.
"I don't need to read it. Probably couldn't understand it even if I
wanted to," she said.
"I just want to create trust between us. I show you everything, and you
show me yours," I said.
"Alright," she agreed.
"If anything comes up, I'll have it taken care of," I assured her.
"Nothing will come up," she said annoyed.
I took my folder back and walked off. "Good talk," she said
sarcastically behind me.
***
Liz's test came back negative as expected. I just had to be absolutely
sure. I offered to have her paperwork filed away. She had a better
idea. She burned it. "Are you mad?" I asked her.
"No, it's smart," she said nonchalantly.
"I also have another test for you," I said reluctantly.
"What kind of test now?" she asked annoyed.
"A fertility test," I said simply.
She simply stared at me. "What?" she asked incredulously.
"I need to know if you can have children," I clarified.
"I know what fertility means," she said annoyed. "This goes beyond just
having sex to make you a man."
"I am just going to lay everything out for you. I want a relationship
with you after the change has occurred and maybe marriage later," I
said. "So, I need to know if you're fertile."
"So, if I am not fertile, you'll throw me away?" she asked.
"There's no point in discussing it until the test comes back," I
reasoned.
"No, you wouldn't want me as a partner if I was infertile, right? Let's
lay it all out," she insisted.
"Correct, I would not. Having children is important to me especially if
I am going to change my sex for it. Now, if it was a condition that
could be fixed or was only temporary, that would be one thing. If it
is a permanent condition...," I let it hang.
"I get it. What about yourself? What if you're infertile as a man? I
wouldn't put it past the bitch," Liz said darkly.
"It's possible," I allowed. "I will get tested if and when the change
occurs."
"Okay, fine," Liz agreed.
I was surprised by her demeanor. I was expecting more resistance. Was
she warming up to the relationship idea? Under her circumstances why
wouldn't she? "So, how many kids do you want to have?" she asked.
"I don't care about the number. I can provide for several," I said. "I think
it should be up to the woman. She's the one that has to deal with the
pregnancies and births," I said.
"I just wondered if you would want me to be a baby-making machine," she
smiled sadly.
"If we were married, I would send you to school so you could get a
decent career," I said seriously.
"You wouldn't just have me as a trophy wife?" she grinned.
"Why can't I have both?" I said jokingly.
She then became serious. "If we're not together, I can't stay here
forever. After graduation, I should move on."
"If we're together, I will provide for every need you have. If things
don't work out, I will give you a large sum of money for you to make a
new start. I don't want you to feel pressured to be with me if you
don't want to," I said.
"You would do that?" she asked stunned.
"I knew what I was getting into when I offered to have you come here," I
said simply.
"I'll repay you back for everything. I swear it," she said sincerely.
"Deal," I said offering my hand to her. I would never allow it though.
***
Within the week, my cousins were female with female names. I didn't
contact them to see if they enjoyed their new circumstance. Liz's
fertility test result came back positive. There was nothing to indicate
she couldn't have children. In preparation for the change, she was
given a prescription hormone patch that would prevent pregnancy.
Liz was also improving in school and was on the path to graduation with
the rest of her class. Her softball team also made it to the playoffs.
I went to every game just in case it was her last. They went all the
way to the championship game.
Liz played at short-stop, but she was mostly known for being a slugger.
The first time she was bat, she popped it up and got out. The second
time, she hit a grounder and got on first base. The third time, she
struck out swinging. Our team was losing at the moment, and I began to
prepare for how I would comfort Liz for the loss. Liz came up to bat
for the last time and hit two foul balls. I waited in silent
anticipation for the next pitch. She connected popping it up into the
air. The crowd waited as the ball came down outside the fence. It was
a home run and the team was now ahead. I bit my lip as I forced myself
to stay silent. I merely clapped. Liz gave the crowd the biggest smile
and ran the bases to home.
I was so happy for her and her success. Was this love? Was this what
it felt to be so happy for someone else? Why did I feel so proud of her
as if she was mine? All the parents clapped and cheered for their kids.
The other team didn't score the last inning. Our team had won the
championship!
Liz came over to me wide-eyed and gave me a hug. "We did it!" she said
happily.
She was sweaty with dirt on her uniform, but I didn't care. "Yes, you
did," I said to her.
She looked at my masculine attire and looked around to see if anyone
recognized me. She then leaned towards me and kissed me. Her other
teammates cheered as we kissed. I could hear them making comments about
how cute her "boyfriend" was. I smiled in spite of myself. My cross-
dressing for this event had paid off.
***
Liz's eighteenth birthday finally arrived. She wanted to keep it low-
key. I agreed, so we didn't have a big party. Instead, I made
reservations for an expensive restaurant. Since we would be in public,
I dressed in my suit and combed my short hair to look masculine. I went
to work on my face to make it more boyish. I then put my fake eyeglasses on.
When I was done, I saw a young man in the mirror. He could
have been my twin brother.
Once Liz was ready to go, I placed black gloves on my hands to disguise
the fact that they looked feminine while outside. My driver took us to
the restaurant and parked a distance away. Once we came to the counter,
Liz handled the reservation. "I have a reservation for Elizabeth
Williams," she said.
"Indeed and you must be Mark Thompson," the waiter said looking at the
form.
I simply nodded. Elizabeth showed her ID to the waiter and then we were
good to go. Had we used mine, it wouldn't have worked out well. We
were given a table for two near a window.
"This place looks really...rich," she remarked as we sat down.
"It is," I confirmed for her.
"You look great," she complimented.
"As you do," I said taking off my gloves.
Liz noticed my feminine looking hands and tried not to chuckle. The
waiter came by to get our drinks. I spoke up before Liz could order a
"coke." I ordered non-alcoholic champagne for the two of us. It
arrived shortly.
"It tastes great. Too bad they take the alcohol out of it," she said
taking a sip.
"I have plenty of the real stuff back at my place," I told her.
When it came to the food, I ordered a steak. It seemed like the manly
thing to do. Liz got herself a lobster. "This is really good," Liz
complimented as if she had lobster for the first time. Maybe it was
true.
Towards the end of the dinner, the waiter came out with a piece of
chocolate cake for the two of us. "Happy Birthday," the waiter said to
Liz as he did.
"Thanks," Liz said awkwardly.
"Everything good?" I asked her.
"Absolutely perfect," Liz said as she enjoyed her cake.
Finally, the bill came. I couldn't use my own card. My appearance
didn't match the name on the card. "You will have to use your card," I
said to Liz.
"Oh, wow, I don't have that kind of money," Liz said looking over the
bill.
"Don't worry. Money was transferred to your account for this very
purpose," I assured her.
"You think of everything," she complimented.
Liz proceeded to use her card and everything went smoothly.
***
My driver picked us up and brought us back to the house. "I am so full.
I should get some rest," Liz said as we went inside.
I tried to hide my disappointment. "Just kidding," she joked. "But I
am going to need something to drink first."
I smiled at her and went to my wine collection. I took out an old
bottle and expertly took the cork out. I poured her a glass and placed
the bottle on the table. She would need more than just one glass.
"You not drinking?" she asked.
"I think, for this, I should be completely sober," I said nervously.
She nodded and quickly finished her glass. I poured her another. She
quickly downed that glass as well. I soon realized Liz had a high
tolerance level. I poured her a third glass and took off my suit jacket
and tie.
"Don't take anything else off. That's my job," she smiled a little
tipsy.
"Very well," I replied.
She got up a little shakily and took off my tie. She threw it aside and
then started unbuttoning my dress shirt. As she got towards the end,
she could see my modified white bra. She gave me a look wondering what
the hell it was. "It keeps them flat," I said awkwardly.
"How do you breathe?" Liz asked sympathetically.
"I've had practice," I said tensing up as she worked to get it off. She
eventually got it off allowing me to breathe normally. It felt good to
have that thing off. Liz then stared at my breasts briefly. She then
fumbled around with my belt and my pant button. Having her kneel down
in her dress in front of my waist was extremely awkward but also a
little arousing somehow. She took my suit pants off my hips and down to
my ankles. I leaned down and took off my dress shoes. I was now only
in my underwear.
"Okay, my turn," I said to her.
She obliged turning her back to me. I unzipped her dress letting it
fall to the floor. She stepped out of the dress and kicked off her high
heels. I unclasped her black bra and threw it aside. She turned around
and the two of us faced each other nearly naked. I stared at her
breasts seeing them for the first time. They were intoxicating to look
at. It didn't make sense to my logic; they were simply glands meant to
feed a newborn infant. Yet, I couldn't turn my eyes away from them and
her feminine looking face.
"Looks like you're a breast kind of guy," she smirked.
"I'm sorry," I said embarrassed.
"So, it's more than just the voice. You've been fighting it mentally
too," she realized.
"You could say that," I allowed.
She kissed me on the lips. "As of tonight, you don't have to fight it
any longer."
Oh my God, I loved the feeling of her lips on mine. I wanted to take
her right then and there, but I had to control my impulses. After
kissing for a few moments, Liz then turned to the bottle. "I am going to
need one more," she said quickly drinking a glass.
I simply eyed her as she leaned down to pour a glass and then drank it
down. "So, your room or mine?" she asked brightly.
"Mine," I said barely able to concentrate.
"Let's go then," she said chipperly.
I followed her and tried to keep my focus off her hips as she walked.
She came to my room and went inside. The walls were a neutral white and
nothing feminine was left in the room. Liz looked around noticing how
bland it was. She smirked as I closed the door and locked it. The
servants were gone from the house, but I didn't want to take any chances
of being interrupted.
I walked up to her next to the bed and kissed her. We came close enough
that our breasts touched. "You know, if this doesn't work, this will be
really gay," she joked.
"What happens in this room stays in this room," I promised.
She smiled at that. She turned her attention to my breasts and rubbed
my nipples. I tensed up as pleasure shot through me. Liz expertly
rubbed and squeezed them with her fingers. She then lowered her mouth
to my nipples and began to suck. I moaned involuntarily as she sucked
on my right breast. No amount of rubbing could get the same effect as
this. I closed my eyes and let her continue. As pleasure shot through
me, I almost regretted the decision I was about to make.
I then took my turn placing my lips to her perky nipple. I sucked on
her hoping I wouldn't be too rough. She was encouraging, rubbing my
breasts and back as I worked on her. "We females sure know how to do it
right," Liz joked.
"Bad past experiences?" I asked as I switched to her left breast.
"Oh, the boys either didn't bother or were just sloppy," Liz remarked
and then sighed as I sucked hard on her.
I rubbed her right nipple as I continued to kiss her left. Liz held
onto me as she became overwhelmed by the sensation. "This feels so
nice, but you don't have to," Liz said.
"I want to," I said to her as I took a breath.
Liz bent over onto the bed with me on top of her. I continued to press
and squeeze her breasts knowing the right spots to pleasure her. Then a
milky substance shot into my mouth as I sucked on her. She squirmed as
if she were already having an orgasm. "Oh, God. Don't stop," she
tensed up as her nipple pulsed with pleasure.
I swallowed the milky substance and wondered what had caused it. I
thought a female could only nurse while pregnant or soon after birth.
"What was that?" I wondered to her.
"I don't know. I think I want to be a Lesbian from now on," Liz said
dazed.
I sighed at her ridiculousness. Then a sudden burning sensation went
through my chest. I clutched my breasts as if I was having a heart
attack. My nipples burned fiercely. "What's wrong?" Liz asked
concerned.
"It burns," I replied.
I went over to a standing mirror and saw my breasts shrink before my
eyes. Liz came over to me and watched wide-eyed as my breasts became A-
cup and then flattened completely. My nipples shrank as well. "I'm so
sorry," Liz said sympathetically.
"It had to be done," I replied tensing up in pain.
In a sense, I felt grateful they were gone. I could go out in public
without ever being exposed as a cross-dresser. I would never need breast
binding again. After my chest became flat, it started building up
again. My pectoral muscles bulged and became more pronounced. As my
chest muscles built up, my shoulder muscles expanded next. My bones and
muscles became bigger and heavier than before. As my shoulders became
broader, my biceps and triceps expanded. I stared at my hands as the
bones increased in size giving me manly hands. I wouldn't be able to
female cross-dress even if I wanted to. I wasn't becoming a bodybuilder, but
I was gaining significantly more power and strength.
"Wow, it's working," Liz said amazed. "Am I dreaming?" she wondered.
"No, this is real," I said feeling my new hands. I then looked over Liz
to make sure she wasn't changing as well. She still remained completely
female. I then fell over as other changes started happening to my lower
body.
"You okay?" Liz asked alarmed.
"I'm fine," I said as I felt a strange sensation in my legs and feet.
My legs became bulkier and more muscular. My small female feet became
bigger like that of a man. My feet went from a size six to a size
eleven within seconds. As all this occurred, body hair sprouted up on
my arm and legs. I closed my eyes as I felt pain in my face. My chin
and jawline were changing slightly. My feminine face became more
masculine until it matched my cross-dressing appearance.
My hips started changing sending me to the floor. "Mary!" Liz said
alarmed as she tried to pick me up.
She struggled as my body weight had increased by at least fifty pounds.
With her help, I got on the bed. I felt my hips becoming longer but
thinner. As my hips became more like a man, my spine expanded making me
taller by a few more inches. It wasn't too painful. Just a strange
sensation as if I was being stretched out on the bed.
Liz looked over my body in fascination. "Are you okay?" she asked
concerned.
"Can you help me up?" I asked painfully.
"Sure," Liz said helping me back to my feet. I then approached the
mirror awkwardly at first in my new larger body. I was now a few inches
taller than Liz and at least a third heavier. I wasn't sure to what
extent my mind had changed, but I was very much aware of the nearly
naked woman in my room. My male mind wanted her without delay.
I went over to her and kissed her. The effect was obvious. When we
kissed before, Liz didn't take it seriously. Now, she was aroused and
stimulated. She began to French kiss me and hold onto my larger frame.
She broke off the kiss and looked at me stunned.
"What is it?" I asked upon seeing her expression.
"Before, you were a good friend but now I really want to have sex with
you," she said amazed at my new body.
"How badly?" I asked.
She quickly took off her underwear revealing her vagina to me. I
dropped my female underwear and kicked it aside. I would never need to
wear it again. As I had suspected, my penis and testicles hadn't formed
yet. Liz hid her disappointment well. She really wanted to get fucked
tonight. I walked over to my drawer and took out the device. Liz
looked at it curiously wondering what it was. I placed the fake cock's
back end towards my vagina entrance and sighed as I placed the suction
on my vulva. I then placed the straps around my hips and tightened it
so it wouldn't move around.
"You came prepared," Liz realized.
I simply nodded. It felt weird having the device rubbing up against my
clit. Would this really work? Could it really substitute for the real
thing? "Is it okay even if it isn't real?" I asked her.
"Honestly, I've never been fucked with a toy before," she said
uncertainly. "Let's do it," she said excitedly after a momentary
hesitation.
"Alright," I said a little nervous.
Liz got laid back on the bed and opened her legs for me. I placed my
hand on her clit and vulva and rubbed to see if it was wet enough. Liz
sighed as I felt around her. I then placed one finger at her entrance
and slowly entered her. Since she wasn't a virgin, I didn't have to
worry about breaking her hymen.
"More," she gasped.
I nodded and placed a second finger inside her. It felt so moist inside
but also very soft. I went deeper into her and moved my fingers around.
Liz moaned as I continued thrusting my fingers into her. With my thumb,
I rubbed her clit.
"That's it. You got it," Liz said appreciatively.
I practiced for a few moments watching Liz squirm and moan from my
touch. It was fascinating and arousing at the same to see the effect I
had on another person. Perhaps, I was already developing a masculine
pride in my ability to pleasure a woman. Satisfied, she was wet enough,
I placed my fake cock at her entrance.
"Ready?" I asked her.
"Put it in," she said filled with desire.
I cautiously pushed the fake cock into her vagina and waited for her
body to adapt to it. It was quite a bit larger than my two fingers.
"Oh God, it almost feels like the real thing," she grinned.
I pushed until it was all the way inside her. "Now, fuck me," Liz said
as her breasts rubbed against my now male chest.
"Sure," I agreed and began moving my hips back and forth. Liz wrapped
her legs around my hips to get better leverage. I took it slowly not
wanting to injure her. After all, I was inside her body. With each
thrust, I felt the fake cock rub against my own clit. I tried not to
vocalize my own pleasure as I thrust into her.
"You're holding back," she commented.
"I just don't want to...," I muttered.
"Hurt me?" she asked rhetorically. "You'll have to be a lot rougher
than this to make me want you to stop."
"Really?" I wondered.
"Let me be on top. Relax," she said as we changed positions.
I got on my back and watched as Liz expertly placed my fake cock into
her vagina. She took a moment to adjust herself and then started to
ride me. She quickened her pace and placed her hands on her hips to
balance herself. I watched mesmerized as her breasts moved up and down
from her effort. She closed her eyes as she concentrated on getting
herself an orgasm. Finally, she slowed down and gave out a silent cry
as her body felt a flood of hormones and pleasure.
"Oh, fuck!" she said as she achieved an orgasm. I felt a little envious
at her. I then felt a little uncomfortable as I experienced some
swelling behind the fake cock.
"Okay, I got myself to orgasm. Now, let's see if you can get me one,"
she challenged.
"Wait, you want two? I haven't had one," I protested.
"That's the advantage of being a girl: multiple orgasms," she grinned.
"Alright," I said and then flipped us over.
Liz was surprised by my sudden strength. I made sure I was positioned
right and then went hard on her. "That's it," she said encouragingly.
I increased my speed as fast as I could without falling out of her. Liz
held onto my shoulders tightly as I continued to penetrate her. A
little frustrated I wasn't getting her an immediate orgasm, I pulled her
to the edge of the bed. I placed her legs over my shoulders and went at
her again. As I thrust, I felt some discomfort on my clit. I was
getting more pain than pleasure at this point. It didn't matter though.
This was about pride now.
Liz moaned and cried out as I kept up the pace and rubbed her clit.
"I'm almost there. Just keep it up," she said.
She looked a real mess with her hair everywhere and sweaty from the
effort. Somehow, this didn't make me think less of her. If anything,
she looked even sexier. She suddenly became quiet and arched her
back. She tensed up as if I had shocked her. Finally, she started
breathing again in deep breaths.
"Wow, that was great," she remarked.
I withdrew from her exhausted. Liz sat up and smiled at me. She pulled
back her long hair out of her face. Even now, her naked body was
intoxicating to look at. I took the fake cock off my body and placed it
aside. I looked down and saw that my clit had become larger as if it
were inflamed. Was this the beginning of my own cock or something
wrong?
Liz gave me a concerned look. "I think I have to do something," she
said.
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"Just a feeling," she said vaguely. "Relax on the bed."
I did as she said getting on the bed and resting my head on the pillow.
Liz got on top of me and kissed me on the lips. "Thank you. I've never
felt so wanted," she said appreciatively.
"I trust no one more than you," I replied.
She smiled awkwardly. "Well, then. You won't mind if I return the
favor."
I wasn't sure what she had in mind and then felt a sharp jolt from my
clit. I immediately sighed as she licked on my clit. "You like that?"
she asked unsure of herself.
"Oh, yes," I agreed.
She then went back to licking my most sensitive parts. I didn't know
whether it would advance the spell but it certainly felt good. A part
of me worried that my cock would never form, and I would be stuck using
a fake cock my whole life.
"Well, it's getting bigger," Liz said amazed.
"What is?" I asked confused.
"Your clit. It's getting bigger," she said.
"Good, please continue then," I begged of her.
She readily obliged. She continued to suck and lick on my enlarged clit
expanding its size. I closed my eyes as I tried to visualize what my
new penis would look like. Would it be long or thick enough? Would it
look sexy to her?
"Okay, sit up and see it," Liz said to me.
I did as she said and saw what appeared to be a one-inch penis where my
clitoris should be. It was soft and flaccid yet visible there. I
looked at Liz in wonder. "Let's see if I can get it bigger. Just
watch," she told me.
So, I watched as she placed her mouth on my micro-penis. I had no idea
how sensitive a man's cock was. I watched in awe as Liz moved her mouth
back a little with each passing minute as my penis grew. She seemed
more confident in herself now that she was sucking a dick instead of a
female clit. She continued working on me until it expanded to three
inches. It remained flaccid, but I was grateful none-the-less. I felt
underneath and found the beginnings of my testicles.
"Okay, my turn," I said to her becoming more assertive.
I got on top of her and worked on her breasts. After a few minutes, a
warm liquid went into my mouth. Liz cried out as a sudden shock went
through her nipples. "No more, holy shit!" she said as I drank it up.
Liz panted from the sudden jolt that went through her breasts. "That's
not normal," she said.
"None of this is normal," I agreed and then felt something growing on
me.
Looking down, I saw my flaccid penis become larger and erect for the
first time. My testicles were increasing in size and then lowered. I
felt around the new organ and found that my vaginal entrance was gone.
I placed my new hands on my shaft and touched the end. It seemed so
large, so exposed.
Liz got off the bed and looked at my new equipment. "Looks good," she
complimented.
"I don't know if this will work. What if it becomes soft again. I can't
control it," I said to her.
"Don't worry about it," she assured me. "Let's get you your first male
orgasm."
"How?" I asked her.
"Inside me," she smiled.
She got on the bed and gestured for me to follow her. I got on top of
her and was unsure of myself. "Just like the fake cock," she said to
me.
I nodded and placed my now real cock at her entrance. I cautiously
pushed forward and found it sufficiently wet and accepting. Liz sighed
as I entered her all the way. At first, I went slow actually feeling
the inside of a vagina for the first time. We slowly rocked each other
until I felt myself getting softer. Alarmed, I picked up the pace. Liz
held my back encouragingly as she enjoyed the faster motion. I felt
something building at the tip of my penis and quickly realized I was
about to cum. I tried to slow myself down but it was already too late.
I couldn't stop it as it surged through my penis at an incredible speed.
There was an instant pleasure as I felt pulse after pulse of sperm shooting
into her body. I didn't want the pulses to end but within a few seconds,
it was all over.
I collapsed on Liz exhausted by the ordeal. She smiled politely. I had
only lasted a few minutes. How could a man keep it going without losing
control? "I...," I began.
"You did good. It was your first time," Liz said and then kissed me
appreciatively.
"I was too fast," I admitted.
"Yeah," she agreed. "But the foreplay was great. If you want, I can
help you become a sex god," she offered.
I pondered the new situation. Would I need to have sex with her again?
It was no longer necessary now that I had fully changed sex. For the
moment, I felt disinterested in it as if my sexual interest had suddenly
evaporated. I withdrew my penis from her and saw it softening and
becoming smaller. I felt an aching sensation in my balls.
"I am going to take a shower," I said awkwardly leaving her on the bed.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked excitedly.
"No, it would save time," I said lamely.
I went into my bathroom and saw that my hair looked like that of a boy.
My face was nearly unrecognizable. I saw a little of my father's face
in it. I looked over my body as Liz casually entered the shower. "You
going to stare at yourself all night?" she teased.
I turned away from the mirror and joined her in the shower. I felt a
sense of calm around Liz for the first time in a long while. I had been
secretly sexually frustrated while around her. Now that I had made love
to her, I felt normal. Her body was still pleasing to the eye but the
hormonal rage was gone.
Liz used my woman's shampoo on her hair and enjoyed the hot water. I
looked around and kicked myself mentally for not buying any men's
shampoo or body wash. Perhaps a part of me didn't think the curse would
actually change me completely. My voice was one thing but my entire
body was another.
"You seem lost in thought," Liz noted.
"I feel tried," I said.
"That's normal for guys. After they cum, they just want to fall asleep.
I am not going to let you do that," she smirked.
The way she talked implied we would have sex again. I wasn't so sure.
Had she fallen in love with my male self? Despite all that had happened
this night, I wasn't sure I was in love with her. I hadn't been in love
before as either sex. Maybe it was something I was incapable of.
End of Part 2
My name is Mary...I mean, Mark. I woke up half-expecting to see Liz's naked female body sleeping beside me. However, she was nowhere to be found. I sat up and noticed her underwear wasn't on the floor. Befuddled, I got out of bed finding myself in a white shirt and shorts. The night was a little fuzzy to my recollection as my body had dramatically changed from female-to-male within a single night. Still, I didn't recall putting on these clothes.
I awkwardly made my way to my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. It was definitively a man's face. Looking into the medicine cabinet, I saw an assortment of men's razors and shaving cream. All of my feminine beauty products were gone. I looked through the cabinets and found my hairdryer and curler gone. Looking at the shower, the shampoo and body wash bottles were for men.
"This isn't right," I said to myself.
I then felt an uncomfortable sensation and realized I needed to pee. I tried to ignore it fearing what I would find if I lowered my shorts. I then went into the closet and found my dresses, shoes, and purses all gone. Hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of clothes were suddenly missing. My first thought was that the house had somehow been robbed or that I had moved my clothes from one bedroom to another. However, it became clear that something else was going on. On hangers, were several suits for different occasions, several dress shoes, tennis shoes, boots, and then male casual clothes that included jeans, khakis, shorts, t-shirts, collared shirts, and sweatshirts. One of the sweatshirts was of a local college football team. On the top shelf were several ballcaps.
Weirded out by the situation, I cautiously checked the suits. They were made by a well-known elite Italian suit-making company and were very expensive. Impressed, I found my dress shoes perfectly shinned. Picking out a pair of tennis shoes, I noticed they were a size eleven instead of six. Putting them on, I, again, contemplated the inevitable.
Sighing, I went back to the bathroom and lowered my shorts. Looking down, I saw my penis and testicles with some apprehension. Gently touching my testicles, I felt the soft sensitive skin and sprouted hair. I felt around for a vaginal entrance and found nothing. I then touched my flaccid penis wondering what to make of it. Up to this point, it had been an abstract concept to me: Capable of delivering the miracle of life but also a weapon of war. As I thought about it, it seemed more sensible for women to have the penis and for men to have the vagina.
It had always been a joke to us, girls, that a guy would jerk off. But now, with it in front of me, it seemed like something I should consider. It was just so there, so exposed, so accessible. After putting it off for a few minutes, I sat down to pee. The time to experiment could be done later. For the moment, I needed to figure out what had happened to Liz and to my room.
As I exited my room, the servants were already working around the house. "Your breakfast is ready, Sir," my butler informed me.
"Thanks," I said awkwardly. It would take some time for me to get used to being called "Sir" all the time. "Where's Liz?"
"Liz?" he asked confused.
"You know, the girl that has been staying with us these last several weeks," I said impatiently.
"I don't know of any Liz staying here or any girl for that matter, Sir," he replied. "I wouldn't think your parents would approve."
I simply stared at him and then realized my butler hadn't even questioned my sudden gender-change. Somehow, reality had changed along with my gender. I eyed family photographs on the walls. They all had me as a boy.
"Where are my parents now?" I asked recovering from my shock.
"Your father is in London on business, your mother is shopping in Paris, of course," he said obviously.
A swell of emotion went through me as I realized my parents were still alive in this reality. My butler seemed to notice I was on the verge of tears. "Is something wrong, Sir?" he asked me.
"No, nothing at all. I'll be taking the next flight to London to meet with my father," I told him.
***
I quickly collected my wallet, passport, and keys and entered the garage. I took one of the cars and drove off. As I headed towards the city, I called Liz's phone number on my smartphone. When she didn't pick up, I decided to drive to her house. I wasn't sure what I would find in this reality. A terrible dread went through me as I considered the grim possibility she could be dead in this reality. Had my selfishness to have a normal life caused her death or non-existence?
I came upon her poor neighborhood and parked on the curb. I took a deep breath and checked my casual clothes. I looked down instinctively expecting to see my breasts bulge outward. I felt slightly self-conscious not wearing a bra even though it was no longer necessary. Finally, I got out of the car and walked up to the door.
The door opened with a groggy-looking Liz staring at me. "Can I help you?" she asked annoyed.
"Liz, what happened, last night?" I asked her.
"Only friends get to call me Liz. Who the fuck are you?" she asked rudely.
My face fell as Liz didn't recognize me. "Do you know a girl named Mary that doesn't talk?"
"What kind of stupid-ass question is that? No," Liz said impatiently.
I gave her a flustered look as I tried to reconcile this new reality. Liz had no recollection or knowledge of me. Everything we had done and had gone through was no longer reality. All the improvements I had made to her life had not happened.
"Who's the boy?" Liz's mother asked suspiciously while smoking a cigarette.
"No one," Liz said defensively.
I simply stared at the woman that was supposed to be dead. Somehow, my being a boy and never interacting with Liz had created a chain reaction where Liz's mother had not overdosed. Furthermore, my own parents were now alive.
"Nice ride, I think you're lost," Liz said as she eyed my car.
"Yeah, sorry. My mistake," I said lamely and then walked back to my car.
Getting into my car, I hesitated to drive away. Yes, I had lost Liz as a friend and possibly something more, but her mother was now alive. "I guess it's a fair trade," I said sadly and then drove away leaving Liz behind.
***
I arrived at the airport and took a flight to London without difficulty. During several hours I was in the air, I contemplated what I would say to my father. I used my smartphone to look up everything about my father's company. Under his continued management, the company was doing far better than in the reality in which he was dead.
"You're John Thompson's kid, right?" a suited businessman asked me.
"Yes," I said guardedly.
"You look just like him. I've done business with your father before," he said conversationally.
"Thanks," I said awkwardly.
"I imagine you'll step into your father's shoes one of these days," he said.
"I'd like that...after he retires," I said.
"Of course," he smiled. "Well, enjoy your flight."
As the plane landed I quickly got my bags and checked into a hotel room. I got my suit out and rushed to get it on. After I had finished getting it on, I was suddenly stumped by the need to have a tie. Taking the tie, I looked on my smartphone how to do it. After several failed attempts, I finally got it done albeit sloppily.
"Fuck it," I said finally as I looked at myself in the mirror.
I then took a taxi to where my father was having his business meeting. I was literally shaking in anticipation in the elevator on the way up. My father had taken me to his London office only a few times in my life but I knew where to go.
I exited the elevator looking sharp, except for my tie, and went to the receptionist. "I need to speak with John Thompson," I said to her.
"He's in a meeting. I can make an appointment," she said.
"It's actually urgent. I'm his...son, Mark Thompson," I told her.
"I'll give him a page," she allowed.
I waited patiently and then several businessmen including my father exited a conference room. He looked the same as I remembered him, only slightly older. My joy at seeing him turned to dread as I saw my Aunt Debra at his side.
"Son, what are you doing here?" my father asked as he gave me a hug.
"I had to see you. I wanted to catch up," I said fighting to keep myself from crying.
"Mark, I've been gone only a few days," my father said confused.
"It's good that he's here. He could learn a thing or two from observing the meetings," Aunt Debra smirked.
"Sure," John agreed. "I didn't think business was your thing, Mark."
"I'm not sure what is my thing," I said honestly.
"Well, okay then. How about we go for lunch?" my father said.
"That would be great," I agreed.
"I just have one last thing to do. Excuse me," he said walking back into the conference room.
I then turned to Aunt Debra. "What is this?"
"The reality in which you were born a boy. In this reality, you were with your parents on that fateful night coming home from the ski slopes. You saved your parents' lives with your masculine heroics. The 'girl' you had decided to stay at home. Skiing wasn't your thing, as I recall," Aunt Debra explained.
"I should have been there," I realized.
"As your girl self? You would have died as well," Aunt Debra scoffed.
"How can you be so severe on your own sex?" I asked of her.
She rolled her eyes at me. "I'm a realist and I'm the only one that knows. I must say, I was a little surprised to wake up in London and your father alive. I didn't think you had it in you to go all the way with that tramp."
"She no longer remembers me," I said angrily.
"As it should be. She's damaged goods. Don't think for a moment you can restart anything with her. Your parents won't allow it. I won't allow it," Aunt Debra said forcefully.
"How is it that her mother is now alive?" I asked.
"Every cause has an effect. You preoccupied Liz's time away from her mother with your own trivial drama. Instead of watching over her drug-addicted mother, Liz was preoccupied with you," Aunt Debra said simply. "This is all for the best. Your parents are back, my brother is back, you're a man, and even Liz has her mother back. Fuck with me and maybe all of this disappears," Aunt Debra threatened.
"Maybe I can learn from you," I requested.
"Not a chance. And just so you know, the curse is still on you. Try to fuck with a man in that body, and they'll become female on the spot. So, don't think to disgrace the family name. You will marry and have children with a suitable heiress like you're supposed to," Aunt Debra ordered.
"Let me fix that for you," Aunt Debra said unimpressed by my tie. She proceeded to fix it for me while it took all of my restraint not to punch her.
My father then came back. "So, where shall we go?" he asked.
***
The three of us ended up at an expensive restaurant in the same building. My father and Aunt Debra talked business as I simply stared not truly believing what was happening. "So, how is school?" my father asked me.
"Good," I said vaguely. In reality, I had no idea how I was doing.
"Not great, eh?" my father questioned further.
"Well..., you know," I shrugged.
"You'll do fine. When we get back home, we'll discuss what college you will be going to," my father said.
I sighed realizing that even as I loved the fact that my parents were alive, my freedom of choice would be greatly diminished. "Of course," I agreed.
"Got a girlfriend, yet?" my father asked with a smile.
"Not...yet," I said lamely.
"When I was at your age, I played the field quite a bit. There's nothing you could do that could surprise me," my father smiled.
"Oh, John. Please," Aunt Debra rolled her eyes.
"I'm really not seeing anyone at the moment," I said.
"No pressure. I didn't marry your mother until I had graduated from college and bought my first house," my father recalled.
"And, of course, your parents and I will do all we can to find you the perfect woman for you," Aunt Debra said to me.
"Son, I don't want to tell you who you can be with, but you have to have standards. Marriage is a lifetime commitment and whoever you choose to marry will be the mother of your children. In this business, loyal wives are hard to come by. You have to be careful you choose the right person," my father lectured.
"It just seems to me that a woman in our circle...might have some bad habits that would be hard to break," I said eying Aunt Debra.
"You want to be a mentor. I get it. But before you can be a mentor, you have to master yourself," my father advised.
***
For the rest of the day, I sat in on my father's meetings not saying a word. If I had been a girl, my father wouldn't have had me there. After the meeting, the board members fell over themselves to shake my hand and compliment me. Afterward, I took a short flight to Paris to meet up with my mother. As before, I felt my emotions swell upon seeing her. I gave her a tight hug as I saw her in a fashion workshop.
"What's gotten into you?" my mother wondered of me.
"It's just...," I said and then couldn't articulate my thoughts.
"You should be back home at school, young man," she scolded me.
"I wanted to see father in London," I said.
"You won't succeed your father by your name alone. You have to study, get good grades, and work hard to prove yourself. Well, now that you're here, you might as well help me," my mother told me.
To my mother's amazement, I used my prior knowledge as a girl to assist her. My mother gave me an odd look as I talked with her assistants about the dresses in a particular collection. The female assistants seemed disarmed by me, probably thinking I was gay. My mother was probably thinking the same thing.
"Do you have any advice on how to date women?" I asked my mother after we were done.
"Oh, thank God," my mother said relieved.
***
After a busy day, I went to my hotel room in Paris. Part of me thought I should go clubbing and indulge myself in this new form. The more reasonable part of me knew I had to take this slow. I took off my suit and watched TV in my underwear trying to get used to the feel of my new body. I pinched my male nipples and got nothing out of it. Looking at my smartphone, all of my pictures and videos of Liz were gone. Frustrated, I watched a romance movie and found myself drawn to the female lead. Bored, I was tempted to order a porno. I didn't even know how I would feel about it. I had never watched porn before. Just as I was about to do so, I stopped myself.
I turned the TV off and entered the bathroom. Stripping down, I took a shower. As if it had a mind of its own, my penis started to become erect. I touched it cautiously not wanting to injure myself. It wasn't as hard as bone but sufficiently hard that it wasn't going to bend on me. As I washed up, I tried to ignore it. Finally, curiosity got the better of me. I started stroking myself and it felt good. I then took the bar of soap and got my hands soapy. With my soapy right hand, I rubbed the head of my penis getting an even more pleasurable sensation. As I did, I tried to remember how Liz worked it. I focused on her face, her figure, her breasts, and then finally her vagina.
After a few minutes, I felt an uncontrollable force go through my penis. I suddenly came into the shower pulsing semen out of my penis several times. I had to withdraw my hand, it was so sensitive. I leaned up against the shower wall feeling exhausted and fulfilled. Then, almost immediately, I felt tired and disinterested in what I had just done. Liz was now just a friend, no longer a subject of my desire.
I had never had sex as a woman before, so I didn't know if I was missing out or being cheated by becoming a man. But for that short instance, I was overwhelmed. I dried myself and then immediately went to sleep.
***
The next morning, as I awoke, I found my penis erect. Now, I understood what it meant to have an awkward boner. I walked around the room for a moment until it became soft. I took a morning shower and jerked myself off to completion. I justified it thinking it would prevent an uncomfortable erection on my flight back home. I was partially correct. As I watched romance movies on the flight home, I started to feel it rise again. Once I got home, I took another shower and jerked off again. I couldn't get enough of it.
"I have a problem," I realized. "Or do I?"
I didn't have any male friends to tell me what was appropriate or not. I couldn't go to my parents either. At eighteen, I should already have an understanding. Asking my father about this would be incredibly awkward and embarrassing. So, I decided to handle it in my own way.
In between going to school and studying, I started to get involved in athletic activities. I got a personal trainer and started working on weight training for the first time. I found to my amazement that my speed on the treadmill was nearly twice as fast as before with even greater endurance. I started doing pull-ups and push-up for the first time in my life. In the pool, I was able to swim much faster than before. As long as I kept myself distracted with something, my sexual thoughts were kept at bay.
In my bathroom mirror, I stared at myself. I had been putting it off but now I had no choice. I put a generous amount of shaving cream on my face and then took a razor. I had shaved my legs before as a girl, of course. But this was different. This was my face, what people saw when they greeted me. Realizing it was inevitable, I took the expensive razor to my face and was as smooth as I could be to my face removing the stubble. Looking over myself, I had managed to get rid of all the facial hair without too much difficulty. I then realized I would eventually need to cut my hair and I had no idea what I wanted to do with it.
After an hour of looking at various hairstyles, I settled on the classic haircut. As a girl, I hadn't been particularly stylish. As a boy, I felt I had nothing to prove to anyone. When my father saw my haircut, he merely nodded. Through all this, my thoughts kept coming back to Liz.
***
I waited for her school to end and then I saw her walking home. I got out of my car and slowly walked up to her. "You stalking me now? What's your problem?" she demanded of me.
"I know this sounds strange, but we have a history," I said to her.
"You've got the wrong girl," Liz said dismissively.
"Liz, I know your mother is hooked on drugs, your house is being foreclosed upon, and your failing school. Let me help you," I said sincerely.
Liz gave me a stupified look. "You can fuck off. That's what you can do and who told you that?"
"Look, there is a reality in which we know each other very well. Just listen to what I have to say," I begged her.
"I don't have time for this crazy shit," she said walking off.
"I'll give you a twenty if you'll listen," I offered.
Liz stopped in her tracks. "Okay," she relented.
"There is a reality in which I couldn't speak and you defended me against bullies. I taught you sign-language. We did everything together and at one point you even lived at my house. I need you to remember what we had," I said to her.
"Why would you need me to defend you against bullies? You're a guy and...you look fit," she said skeptically.
I hesitated to tell her the whole truth. "Because, in this other reality, I was a girl. I know it sounds strange but when we had sex, you changed me into a man. I have a diary of everything I can remember," I said handing her the book.
"Alright, you owe me twenty dollars," she said dismissively.
I handed her the twenty-dollar bill. "Now, piss off," she told me.
"If you read this book, I'll give you two-thousand," I offered.
Liz gave me an incredulous look and then eyed my car. "How will you know I actually read it?" she asked.
"I'll quiz you," I said lamely.
Liz smirked at me. "Okay, crazy man."
***
I waited a week and then met Liz at a coffee shop. "Did you actually read it?" I asked knowing her past history.
"I actually did," she said offended.
I proceeded to quiz her rigorously with her passing. "So, you good for it?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said placing an envelope filled with hundred dollar bills on the table.
"You really expect me to believe this really happened between us. If not for the fact I'm broke, I would send the cops on you," Liz said to me.
"It's true, all of it. It's just the spell changed reality so no one knows except me and my aunt," I said.
"How convenient. Look, you rich fucks can't just jerk us around because we're poor. I mean, we're not your toys. You can make me listen to you and read your books, but you can't make me believe this happened," Liz said.
Liz then took off to leave, taking the envelope with her. I followed her out. "Stop following me. You're being a total creeper."
I was going to lose her forever if I didn't do something drastic. I didn't even know if it would work. I rushed ahead of her and kissed her. She struggled at first but then seemed to go into a daze. I looked at her with hopeful eyes knowing this was the last idea I had to get her to remember. She then stared at me with a confused look and touched my face.
"It is you," she said.
"You remember?" I asked her.
"Yeah, all of it," she said stunned. "You brought my mother back."
"I guess I did," I said awkwardly.
She then gave me a passionate kiss in front of everyone on the busy street corner. The kiss felt electrifying on my lips but I felt an immediate hardness. Liz eyed me with a mischievous grin. "Let's get out of here," she said leading me to the park alone from anyone else.
There, I explained everything that I had gone through the past few weeks without her. "Sounds like everything worked out. You got your parents back, I got my mother back, and your life is set," she said.
"I want more. I want you with me," I said seriously.
"You don't need me anymore. I fulfilled my role. I changed you into a man. What else do you need me for?" she asked.
"I'm still cursed. If I do anything with a man, they'll turn into a woman. I have to be with a woman," I told her.
"Look, I might measure up if you need a fuck-buddy, maybe even a mistress, but your family will never accept me as your girlfriend and marriage is completely out of the picture. So, let's just stay friends. We can call each other every so often, text and chat, and maybe play an online game," Liz said pessimistically.
"Liz, when I kissed you just now the spell was broken. You remembered. There must be a special bond between us," I said.
"So what? We live in different worlds. I hate to say it but your parents coming back from the dead has fucked us. You're under their thumb now. We can't even be friends without someone suspecting we're together," Liz said.
"I go to college in the fall. I'll take you with me," I suggested.
"And do what?" she asked. "You've changed. I don't even know if you're the same person anymore. Maybe, you're just thinking with your dick."
"That isn't true," I denied.
"I don't think you know what is going on with you. I can't imagine what it must be like for you, to change sex in one night. You must be going crazy, right now," Liz said sympathetically.
"I'm managing," I said defensively.
"You jerking yourself off?" she asked smiling.
"Yeah, sometimes," I said embarrassed.
"To me?" she pressed.
I said nothing to that. "It's cool. Boys are more visual. I bet you're imagining me naked, right now. Having your way with me," she assumed.
"My feelings for you are not just sexual. You helped me when no one else could. You brought my parents back and maybe becoming a man will become a blessing in disguise. Without you, I would have surgically removed my voice-box and would have been alone my entire life. I am grateful you came into my life," I told her.
"Well, it doesn't matter how we feel about each other. We're fucked," she reminded me.
"I have an idea but you're not going to like it," I frowned.
***
The next day, Liz plopped herself in a make-up chair in a costume studio. "This idea is fucking stupid. Why do I have to be the one to change sex?" she asked obnoxiously.
"This will allow you on the grounds without anyone being suspicious. And no amount of make-up is going to change my frame," I said obviously. Since the change, I had grown to 5'10'' and 175lbs. There was no going back to me without some serious surgery which my parents would never allow or tolerate.
"Besides, I did it for months. You can do it, too," I added.
Liz rolled her eyes and put on the dress pants and collared shirt. Her breast bindings were sufficient enough to disguise them away. The make-up artist, known for his discretion, went to work on her face. After he was done, Liz looked like a man, albeit an effeminate-looking one.
"I'm not cutting my hair," Liz refused.
The make-up artist placed a skull cap over her hair and then placed a male hairstyle wig on top. I looked her over from various distances. "I think you can pass," I said.
"And what of my voice?" Liz asked.
I stared at her. It was jarring to hear her voice with all the work I had done to her. "Just be silent."
"Right," Liz rolled her eyes.
***
For the next week, I took Liz out in public to museums, art collections, fashion workshops, movie theaters, and the bowling alley while she was in drag. So far, no one said anything or even made a face. "No one would care anyway," she signed to me.
"Why?" I asked her back.
"Not bad...if...women dress like men," she signed.
I wasn't too convinced of that. It was one thing to look tomboyish but another to try to impersonate a man completely which was the goal. I honestly needed a man's opinion, a real man, to tell me if Liz was passing or not. Unfortunately, I didn't have any male friends I could trust with such secrets.
Liz easily outscored me getting into the high 100s. I was completely lousy not able to coordinate my male body very well. Sure, I was stronger but bowling wasn't about strength per se. I would have to practice again every sport I was somewhat proficient in to get back to before.
"What...next?" she signed.
***
I took Liz to my VIP gym and put her down as a guest. Looking around, there were plenty of older men that were fat and ugly. But there were also some younger healthy men as well. In my new body, I wasn't sure what to make of them. Was I attracted to them or just admiring their work ethic? And then there were the girls walking around in packs. I stared at them a little too long with Liz giving me a nudge.
"We're going to see if you can do physical activity even in disguise," I said to Liz.
She nodded and went over to the treadmill to do a jog. She was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants that prevented anyone from knowing what was underneath. To everyone else, she was simply a man looking to get a good sweat on. And sweat she did as her face was covered in it. I looked over her face as the water-proof make-up did its job to keep her masculine appearance.
Satisfied, I had her work with the weights. I wasn't sure what to expect. She was athletic but she struggled with bench lifting and it was becoming apparent that we would draw attention to ourselves as the other men were benching 4x her weight.
"Why?" Liz signed to me.
"I think you have it in you to get an athletic scholarship," I said.
She contemplated that possibility and nodded. We went over to the racquet court and closed the door. "Finally," Liz said out loud having been mostly silent all day.
"You can take your clothes off now," I told her.
Liz smirked at me. "I mean, just the outer-wear," I clarified.
Liz took off her sweatshirt and sweatpants putting them in a corner. Without her outerwear, she looked strange with a feminine body figure, flat chest, and a masculine face with short hair. "Ever played before?" I asked her.
She merely shook her head. "I've played tennis before."
I explained to her the rules and lightly hit the ball off the wall. Liz immediately went into competitive mode and tried to defeat me. At first, she did get a number of points on me. I was a bit clumsy with the racquet and my swings were off. However, with time, I was able to easily defeat her. My swings were faster and more powerful than before, my endurance was higher, and my footwork was better. Liz quickly ran out of steam while I felt fine.
"Fuck," she gasped.
"You tired?" I asked concernedly.
"You know, the one thing I was proud of was that I could kick your ass in sports. Now, that's gone," she said exhaustedly.
I couldn't help but smile. "When we played, there was something in my mind that made me want to play harder."
"You didn't want to get beat by a girl, you mean?" she assumed.
"Maybe," I said flustered.
"One more game," Liz demanded of me.
"Alright," I agreed.
I did even better easily defeating her. Liz looked positively distressed by my easy success. I came over to her and gave her a kiss. She smiled at me, her mood completely changed. If anyone were watching, it would appear as two men were kissing.
"This body was just given to me. I didn't work to gain these muscles. Everything you can do, you earned it," I told her.
"Yeah...you cheater," she mock scolded.
"We don't have to compete against each other," I told her.
"But we do or else you'll get fat and wrinkly like those guys back there," Liz smirked.
I contemplated the men in the weight room. Sure, they were rich but many of them were balding, had beer guts, had wrinkles, bad teeth, and looked like they were on the verge of falling apart. Was this my future?
"So, hit the showers?" Liz asked mischievously.
"I'll take you home," I replied.
***
At the dinner table, I wore a suit as expected. Typically, dinner was a rather silent affair. My parents would make small-talk about business, politics, travel, or gossip while rarely addressing me. "Mark, you need to make some friends. It would do you good to get connected," my father said.
"But only the right sort of people," my mother added.
"I'll get right on that," I said with low enthusiasm.
"Ready for poker night?" my father asked me. My father was an enthusiastic poker player but had never invited me to play growing up as a girl.
"Sure," I said. "Actually, I have a friend that is pretty good," I said referring to Liz.
"Bring him," my father encouraged.
***
At poker night at an exclusive club, I brought Liz with me in drag. She was in a custom-made suit that fit her smaller frame. I introduced her to several people including my father but had to tell them all she was deaf. I made up a false background story on how she was the son of a make-believe construction company in New York City. With introductions out of the way, I was able to settle my nerves. I discreetly paid for Liz's buy-in.
"What if I lose?" she asked freaked out by how much money we were playing with.
"It's nothing. Just have fun. Show these rich types a thing or two," I encouraged her.
At our table were several guys I knew from my past life: Jeff, William (Bill), Bernard (Bernie), Larry, James (Jim), and Samuel (Sam). The fake name I gave Liz was Louis. They had all made a pass at me and then lost interest in me once they realized I couldn't talk. As the men played cards, several high-class girls hung out by themselves occasionally coming by the table to watch or irritate their boyfriends.
"Alright, gentlemen, blinds are ten thousand and five thousand. Good luck," the dealer said to all of us.
No one at the table batted an eye although Liz was a bit surprised how much each chip was worth. "Haven't seen you in a while, Mark," Jeff remarked.
"I haven't been quite myself," I said dryly.
"Studying all day like a total nerd," Bill mocked.
"It looks like, while we all brought a girl, you brought a man," Larry antagonized.
"He may be deaf but he can still read lips," I reminded him.
"My apologies. I know it's not civil to mock the handicap," Larry smirked.
"Hey, asshole, it's your deal," Jim reminded Larry.
"You need to get yourself a girl. I can hook you up," Jeff said helpfully.
"Can you get me one with a good personality?" I mocked.
"There are no attractive girls with good personalities," Bill laughed.
"A good personality is a girl that doesn't know they're beautiful, who will satisfy all sexual demands without being a total slut about it, and keeps her mouth shut," Larry said rudely.
"A lady in the street but a freak in the bed," Sam quoted.
"Exactly," Larry agreed. "Any girl that has a personality is likely to be an ugly chick because they have to compensate for what they don't have."
"Here they come," Bernie warned.
The guys shut up and played their cards as the girls made their rounds handing them drinks and whispering in their ears. Despite the abuse against her sex, Liz kept her focus and was beating everyone soundly. The guys got progressively drunker and less focused as the night wore on. Finally, the men left the table leaving Liz with a sizeable amount of chips.
"How much?" Liz signed to me.
I looked over the stack. "Maybe...two hundred thousand," I said nonchalantly.
She simply stared at me in total disbelief. "I can't take this," she whispered to me.
"I gave you the buy-in, you did the work, let's split it," I suggested.
"Okay," she said still overwhelmed.
"Looks like you came out ahead this time," my father noticed as I cashed in the chips.
"Sure did," I said vaguely.
"Should make up for all the times you lost in the past," my father said dryly.
"I'm thinking to head home early," I said.
"We'll be staying here a few more hours," my father said referring to himself and my mother. "Did you have a good time, Louis?"
I signed for Liz what he had asked. Liz signed back to me. "I had a great time. You have been very kind and hospitable," I said for Liz.
"I didn't know you knew sign language," my father said impressed with me.
"I'm still learning but Louis has been very helpful," I said.
"Glad to see Mark making friends," my father said pleased.
"Well, I should get Louis back to the hotel," I said.
"You good to drive?" my father asked concernedly.
"I didn't drink," I assured him.
"Odd of you. Well, okay. I'll see you back at the house," my father said.
I then took Liz out of the club and into the parking lot before anyone else could stop to chat with us. "That was a rush!" Liz said thrilled once we were inside the car.
"Did those snobs offend you?" I asked.
"I've heard worse," Liz said dismissively.
"Well, I guess I'll take you home," I said starting the engine.
"Your father said they wouldn't be back for a couple of hours," Liz brought up.
"Yeah," I confirmed.
There was a long awkward silence. "Do I have to spell it out? We could have a little fun at your house," she said obviously.
"Liz, what are we to each other now? When we had sex, it was to complete the spell. You were doing me a favor," I said.
"It was more than just a favor. I enjoyed it and wouldn't mind doing it again," Liz said to me.
"I didn't last for more than a few minutes," I reminded her.
"I bet those guys back at the club can do better than you. I bet any guy could do better than you. But sex is something you can learn. You can't be taught not to be an asshole. A man that cums early and then goes to sleep is an asshole. A man that cums early and then fingers me until I cum is a keeper," she said bluntly.
"I don't have a condom," I said lamely.
"We can do other stuff," she rolled her eyes.
My body became excited at the prospect, my penis was uncomfortably hard, and my mind was in a state of confusion. "You're fighting it. Don't," she encouraged me.
"Okay," I agreed.
***
I drove us home a little faster than the speed limit allowed and then parked in the garage. We made our way to my bedroom and closed the door. "Finally," Liz said taking off her suit jacket. She unbuttoned her collared shirt and released her breast binding.
I stared a little too long. "Like what you see?" she mocked.
"I'm trying to catch myself but it's hard sometimes," I said honestly.
"Poor you," she rolled her eyes and then took off her wig and skull cap freeing her hair.
Liz looked at herself in the mirror. "I still look like a dude."
"You can use my shower," I said absent-mindedly.
"Only if you join me. Come on," she enticed as she kicked off her dress shoes and took off her pants.
Far behind her in undressing, I started taking off my clothes methodically and then folding them on the bed as I did. By the time I was in my underwear, Liz was already in the shower. I found myself conflicted. If I continued this way with Liz, I would be all that much more difficult if things went badly. My parents, my aunt, and my entire class would come down on me hard if I even considered Liz. Still, If I refused her now she would feel rejected and hurt. As I contemplated all this, my instincts were raging for me to join her regardless of the consequences.
I finally joined her in the shower embarrassed by my erection. She smirked at me with her now feminine face free of the make-up. "Why the reluctance? Would you rather have me be flat and with a dick?" she asked.
"I honestly don't know," I admitted.
"Well, your dick sure knows what he wants," she pointed out.
"It's like he has a mind of his own," I said.
"After this, he's going to like me a lot more," she smiled and then went to her knees.
"You don't have to," I told her.
"Silence," she shut me down and then placed her penis in her mouth.
I immediately shuddered as I felt her suck and lick on me. It was similar to when I was inside her vagina, maybe even better. She worked on me giving me the impression she was well-practiced. Through it all, I didn't know what to think. Was it okay for me to allow her to do this to me? I had vowed I would never suck a dick when I had been a girl. That said, maybe I would have thought otherwise if I had truly loved a guy. Liz continued to suck on me while cradling my testicles.
"I'm not going to last," I sensed.
She kept going until I came in her mouth. It was considerably more intense than when I had done it to myself. She kept going afterward. I backed up against the wall of the shower overwhelmed. It felt like I was being shocked in that one specific spot.
"No more," I said stunned.
Liz got back to her feet and smirked at me. "Not bad, huh?"
"You're...good," I said awkwardly.
"Now, your turn," she ordered.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked nervously.
"Place your thumb here," she said placing my thumb on her clit. "Now, go in circles," she instructed.
I did as she said. She closed her eyes as I continued to rub in circles. "Now, take your index and middle finger and gently push in," she told me.
I felt insider her and rubbed around. It felt moist and soft. "Deeper," she pressed.
I pushed as far as my fingers could go and held her up as she became unsteady. I then quickened my fingering eliciting moans from her. As she squirmed and tensed up, I felt a satisfying sense of power. Here I was able to bring a woman sexual pleasure.
"Keep it up. Yeah, right there," she encouraged.
It was then that I rubbed and thrust as fast as I could until she suddenly seized up and cried out. As I withdrew from insider her, she kissed me furiously with tongue. I returned her kisses. "I want more," she said to me.
"So do I," I said but secretly felt apprehension as to the challenges we faced.
***
We got dressed and then I took her home. Her mother was already passed out on the couch by the time we arrived. "Tonight was the best even if I couldn't talk through most of it," she said appreciatively.
"It will get better," I promised her.
"Okay, see you later," she said giving me a kiss on the cheek and then exiting my car.
I then drove back before my parents arrived at the house. Lying on my bed, I contemplated my next move. Even if I could plant a phony backstory that Liz was a wealthy heiress, she would still be disrespected and jeered by my so-called friends. Even as deaf, the men still gave Liz respect. I just had to keep up the scheme until I went off to school.
That night, I went to sleep peacefully as my urges had been satisfied for the time being.