Suddenly Jodie Epilogue: The Old Woman's Revenge

Nine hours after Jodie Hyde had started her new life and 280 miles North East in Las Vegas Bradley Stewart was unaware of the role he played as the catalyst for Jodie's amazing transformation. Bradley was never the sort to be contemplative. To him the incident with the old woman and the babe on Rodeo was in the distant past of yesterday, just another in a long line of people he treated like crap. Bradley was one of the lucky people, he was handsome athletic and, thanks to his parents success, had access to almost unlimited cash. Some people speculated that his upbringing where he was denied nothing led him to grow up to act the way he did. Some felt that he was acting out to get attention from his parents who left him in the care of nannies and refused to allow Bradley's existence to cramp their lifestyle. What ever the reason was there was no denying that Bradley was a huge asshole. He and seven of his like minded friends had rented a few suites at the Aria and were going to party through out the weekend.  Bradley had gotten separated from his crew and was walking along the strip back to the hotel in a rush, he had forgotten his wallet and lost his cell phone and wanted to get back in time to partake in the "escorts" they had arranged for the evening. Bradley and his friend liked to treat woman roughly and hired women were much more willing to take it. As Bradley passed an alley he heard a voice call his name, a heavily accented voice. "Bradley...Bradley..." He stopped and looked in to the darkness. The pitch blackness of the alley was a stark contrast to the bright lights of the street, "hello, some one there?" despite his size and pompous attitude a tinge of fear began to creep in to his mind. Despite his dread he stepped in to alley straining to see. Out of the darkness a small figure stepped forward. "I know you, you're the old bitch from yesterday! Hey is that blond with you too?" The old woman smiled a cold smile, her eyes were slits of fury, "Bradley you will never go near that fine young woman, at least not in your present state. You see I do not take well to being treated poorly. I have a bit of a temper and tend to over react to disrespect, which is bad news for you." Bradley was not sure what was going on, he felt he should walk away but could not bring himself to move. The woman suddenly had a blue orb in her hand, it looked like a neon rubber ball yet the surface seemed to be moving as if it were alive. The old woman was circling Bradley now, "Bradley you have lived a petty and cruel life. The disrespect and cruelty in your soul is incredible. I can see that you reserve your greatest contempt and abuse for women. You see them as mindless toys, here only for your pleasure. Whether they agree or not. Well that is all about to end!" The old woman threw the ball at Bradley but instead of bouncing it began to spread all over his body. "What the hell?? I'm going to kill you!!!" the old woman stood her ground, "I don't think so. Oh good you are starting to transform. This is my favorite part." Bradley bent over in pain as his body began to shrink and grow in different areas. his muscles disappeared as soft hairless flesh began to take its place. His hard pectoral muscles lost all definition as huge breasts grew out and his ass and hips began to swell out as well. His old clothes disintegrated and his now naked feminine flesh was only covered by the blue ball stretching in to a slutty revealing dress and the blond hair hanging down from where his black crew cut had once been. He could feel the cool desert air wafting up the dress and caressing his transforming body. He struggled in vain to pull off the material but his now thin arms and tiny hands didn't stand a chance. A soft feminine moan left Bradley's lips as he clutched his abdomen. His internal organs were now re-arranging to make room for his new female reproductive organs. A tear began to roll down his face as Bradley felt his penis and testicles retract in to his body, leaving a hairless vagina in its place. "Oh god ... please no" Bradley begged in his now high pitched voice. The old woman looked down at Bradley, a look of supreme satisfaction on her face, "There was never a Bradley now, you are Brandi Doe. You grew up in an orphanage but ran away at a young age when you realized that your budding body could get you the things you wanted. You have a minimal education, your IQ didn't have far to go, and you trade your body for money and gifts. You are willing to do anything, ANYTHING, to make money but you especially enjoy being humiliated. Bradley's mind is still alive in your head, a passenger to Brandi's bimbo control. You will feel every fuck, every slap and every indecency that Brandi begs for and be powerless to stop it. Now Stand up your old friends are waiting for you. You are going to be very popular with them tonight" The old woman helped Brandi to her feet roughly and dragged her out to the street. Waving her hand a cab pulled over. The old woman pushed Brandi in to the back seat,  pulled out a hundred dollar bill from a small clutch purse, tossed the purse in Brandi's lap and handed the bill to the driver, "double time to the Aria, she has work to do." Before letting the cab pull away the old woman stuck her head in to Brandi's window, "have a nice life Brandi." A switch seemed to flip and an air headed smile spread across Brandi's heavily made up face, "Gee thanks lady!" she said but the old woman could see Bradley behind the dull blue eyes screaming in fear. The old woman grinned and with a double knock on the cab roof she watched as her latest masterpiece went off in to the world. 

A Word From the Editor

Hi All, the story below is dedicated to my new friend Jodie Hyde who runs Jodie's Slutty Heaven. There's a link to her site on my page and you can see her wonderful caps including her new universe set in the Lipstick Rhino, an entry of which she dedicated to me! The post below is more than just a "return the favor" gesture. I was genuinely inspired by the experiences Jodie has been  kind enough to share with me, and this story is the result of that. I know that I normally stretch the definition of "caption" with my long posts and this one goes all the way and breaks it. So I am going to accept that what I do falls under the category stories with images or SWI as popularized to me by Fictionmania. So I want to thank every one who takes the time to read this novella and I hope it entertains you! 

Suddenly Jodie!!

Curtis Hyde loved walking down Rodeo Drive on a breezy Fall Saturday afternoon. The Fall season certainly meant something different in Southern California than it did in his native state of Maine. There it meant heavy coats and rain boots. In LA it meant that it was just warm enough for Curtis to wear a tank top but cool enough for him to wear his favorite pair of True Religion jeans and Jimmy Choo boots. Sure they were a few years old but Curtis loved the way the jeans hugged his hips and butt and the sound of his boot heels on the concrete was like music to his ears. He knew from a young age that he just wasn't meant to be a boy and had experimented with wearing women's clothes through out his teen years. Curtis decided on his ultimate goal, to one day completely transition to womanhood. In college Curtis began to take hormones that began to soften his already tall and thin frame in all the right places. His face softened nicely and when he would tease out his hair or wear one of his expensive wigs he looked like a very cute sporty girl. While the hormones were the first part of his plan the second part was getting the money to pay for the very best surgery. So he studied hard and graduated at the top of his class, leading him to a coveted job at an international banking giant in Los Angeles. The pay was excellent and he figured he could save up for his surgery in two years while still keeping himself in designer clothes, both female and male, and have plenty to cover him for the time off he would need to recover from his surgery. Then the housing market crashed like the Hindenburg. Curtis found himself out of a job and struggling to take care of his basic needs. He even had to sell off most of his collection of designer shoes, hand bags and jewelry to make sure he could afford his hormone treatments. It had taken a while and a few crappy jobs but Curtis had recently gotten a job managing a small community bank. It was no where near what he was making before and it was going to take him longer but he was not giving up on his greatest desire. In the mean time though Curtis loved looking at the latest women's fashions and enjoyed being able to spend the weekends En Femme. His biggest fantasy was to transition and get in to modeling, and his personal hero was Jenna Talackova. As Curtis came out of Agent Provocateur he heard angry shouting to his left, "Watch it you old Bitch!". A large young man towered over an older woman as she was bent over  struggling to pick up her bags. Curtis hated bullys and before he realized it he was walking over to intervene, "Hey why don't you back off!" The large man turned around and a leering smile appeared on his face, "Hey baby, don't get mad. Why don't you let me buy you something nice that you can wear for me later." Curtis's face flushed with anger, "You couldn't handle it, steroid dick." The large man kept looking at Curtis like he was a piece of meat, "I'll see you around doll, why don't you help Grandma here and make sure she watches where she's going from now on." with that he walked off. Curtis turned to the elderly woman, "Are you ok? Here let me help you." The older woman gladly accepted the help and as she straightened out her well worn coat she spoke in a thick eastern European accent, "Thank you young man." Curtis was shocked by the older woman's words, he hadn't been recognized as male when he was all dressed up in years. The woman gave Curtis a comforting smile and took his left hand in her surprisingly strong hands, "Don't worry Dear I have what I call a sixth sense about these things. To just about every one in the world you look like an absolutely lovely woman." Curtis was still stunned. "You were very brave just now, I really appreciate your intervention. Let me give you something to show my gratitude." Suddenly Curtis felt something cold and metallic in his hand, yet the old woman had never let go of his hand, It was like it appeared out of nowhere. Curtis looked in his palm to see a brass coin with "TOKEN 1 WISH"  printed on it, "Uh, thanks. I am just glad you're ok. I hate guys like that who think they own the world." The old women laughed, "Oh, don't you worry about him. Men like him will end up crossing the wrong person and get their punishment. As for you my Dear, I see great things for your future. This world doesn't always reward courage but today is your lucky day! Tonight before you go to bed I want you to hold that coin and make your deepest most heartfelt wish. I promise you, you wont be sorry." Curtis was tempted to laugh but the look in the old woman's eyes put a chill up his spine. All he could manage was a whispered, "Thank you." When Curtis got home he poured himself a glass of wine and began to watch TV. Running through the odd events of the day he held the glass in one hand and the coin in the other, "What a nut" he chuckled to himself. He flipped through his TiVo and refilled his glass. Pulling off his boots and jeans he settled down on his bed, "ah what the hell," Curtis squeezed the coin in his hand, "I wish I was born a girl." he opened his hand half expecting the coin to be gone. He laughed at himself when it was still there, "Well  guess that would be too easy." He drank down his glass and got up to pour another when he felt a bit dizzy. Curtis sat back on the bed to catch his breath, "Yikes, that wine is stronger than I thought." He just managed to set his glass on the night table before flopping all the way back on the bed and passing out. Now unconscious Curtis did not see the coin begin to glow and float in the air,  surrounding him. In the morning Curtis woke up feeling incredible. He felt better than he ever had. Slowly though he began to notice that he just wasn't feeling great he was also feeling very different. Even after years of hormones there was no mistaking the feeling of his penis and its tiny bulge in his g string. Looking down now he could see no bulge, just a smooth area with a slight crevice!  

He shook his head to clear his vision and felt two new sensations. The first was his hair was now much longer than it had been the day before, from the corner of his eye he could see it was a golden blond color like his favorite wig and the feeling of it brushing against his shoulders was almost orgasmic. Second his breasts, normally a large A to small B were now much larger if the jiggle on his chest was any indication. Jumping out of bed he ran to the mirror in his bedroom and what he saw took his breath away. He pulled his tank top off and was caught between taking a step forward and backward at the same time, almost tripping on his own feet. He looked  exactly how he had envisioned in his fantasies. His lips were fuller, his face was rounder and his nose was smaller. Curtis was cute before but now he was drop dead gorgeous. "Well it's official, crazy is contagious. I caught it from that old woman yesterday!" He began to run his hands over his soft perky breasts and thrilled at the feeling as his nipples hardened. His hands reached his vagina, the warmth he felt was amazing and a growing moisture flooded his mind. Suddenly his cell phone rang breaking him out of his trance. The caller ID said "Anonymous" but  a picture of the old woman from yesterday was on the screen. Curtis quickly answered it, "Hello?" The accented voice came over the line, "Hello Dear, I see you took my advice and made your wish. You like the results, yes?" Curtis had to find his voice, "Is this real? how will I explain that I am suddenly a woman?" the older woman laughed warmly, "Have a little more faith Dear! Go to your purse and check your license." Curtis opened his purse and pulled out his ID, his eyes bulged wide in disbelief, " The name, that's what my parent were going to name me if I had been born a girl, and I'm eighteen again!?" the old woman took Curtis' silence as her chance to speak, "Of course Dear, modeling is a young woman's game. Which reminds me, you better get cleaned up and get out the door you have a photo shoot in three hours and you don't want to be late. Now remember you still have your fine head for business don't retire it and become an airhead. You are now a beautiful and intelligent woman, treat your new life with respect." Curtis began to tear up, "I don't know what to say, I don't know how to thank you." The old woman smiled on her end of the phone, "I am the one thanking you Dear, now go out and be happy!" and with that the phone went dead. Curtis ran to his, no,  her closet and looked inside. All the male clothing was gone, the closet was full of women's clothes now and the floor was lined with  women's boots, sneakers and heels. Curtis shot a look over her shoulder at the mirror and found that she couldn't wipe the huge smile off of her face. 

Suddenly the memories of her new life were right next to those of her old life. Her first period, her first kiss with a boy, playing tennis on the high school team and losing the state title in a tough match, losing her virginity to her first boyfriend and most recently the tearful good bye with her parents when she left to go to college in LA and pursue modeling at the same time. "Holy crap I have to get ready for my shoot!" Curtis jumped in the shower and fought the urge to explore his new body but lost, "I have three hours, enough time try this out". She began to rub her new sex vigorously and the orgasm that rocked her body almost drove her to her knees. Curtis gathered herself and got ready. She was thankful as she remembered the instructions of her manager to dress simply and to not do her hair or make up as that would be taken care of by the professionals. She arrived an hour early to the surprise of the staff working the shoot. Sitting in the make up chair she closed her eyes as brushes and combs were working her hair and make up was being applied to her face. When she opened them he could not believe what she was seeing. The hair dresser noticed the stunned look on Curtis' face, "You ok honey?" Curtis looked up, "I've never been better!" Now dressed in the clothes for the shoot Curtis stood beaming among the other models who all looked a bit bored while they waited for the photographer. When he arrived the models all stood in line for his inspection. He stopped suddenly in front of Curtis, "You, I have never seen you before. I need my models to exude femininity, to express through the camera the pure joy of being a woman and wearing these clothes. Can you do that for me?" Curtis almost  jumped when she said, "Hell yes!" The photographer chuckled at this new girl's enthusiasm, "Young lady I like you, you work hard for me and I will make you a super star. What is your name?" Curtis paused for a second, "It's Jodie, Jodie Hyde and I think today is the best day of my life!" 

With Great Power... part Two

It had been about six months since Peter Parker went from being Spider-Man to Spider-Woman. Doctor Strange was still unable to change him back to his male body, although he was able to age him back to his proper age so that Peter wouldn't have to live through his teens twice. That's when Peter discovered that the women in his family had very large breasts or as his Aunt May let him know, "Your Grandmother had a very large and full chest dear, she even danced Burlesque when she was younger!" Peter was very grateful for all the support he got from the people around him, especially from his always loving aunt and his new "sister" Jessica Drew, the original Spider-Woman, who coached him on everything from wearing women's clothes and using make up to performing as a super hero with his new center of gravity. Peter was also appreciative of the time and effort that Doctor Strange had put in to trying to reverse his transformation. Strange felt responsible since it was one of his enemies that had done this to Peter. This dedication is why Peter had made the decision he had come to. He took a deep breath as he entered Doctor Strange's room, "Hi Stephen, how are you doing?" Strange looked up from his books a bit startled, "Oh Peter hello, I'm afraid that I still haven't found an answer. I won't give up though." Peter smiled at Strange, "Well Stephen, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. You see, I want you to give up. I've had to make adjustments in my life and I've found that it isn't so bad being a woman. As a matter of fact it's pretty great! People seem happier to see me, hell even Logan treats me with more respect. I do need your help on another matter though." Peter began to pull down his uniform revealing his large breasts and stimulating cleavage. Doctor Strange became flustered, something that is very hard to do, and took a step back, "Pete, I don't know about this.." Peter cut him off, "Stephen I see how you look at me when you think I"m not looking. I see how protective you are of me when we are out fighting the bad guys. I know how hard you have been working to try to return me to my old self. Now it's time to show you how much I appreciate it." Pete leaned in and kissed Strange full on the lips encountering no resistance from the Mage. Peter broke the kiss with some effort, "One more thing, call me Gwen now, Peter doesn't exactly fit me any more does it?" 

With Great Power...

Peter Parker clung to the wall trying to deal with what had happened to him. Ever since the radiated spider had bitten him all those years ago he felt he did his best thinking from the side of a wall and right now he had a lot  of thinking to do. Since becoming Spider-Man he had seen and done some spectacular and amazing stuff but this had to take the cake. He and the other members of the New Avengers had been dealing with magical enemies more and more lately thanks to Doctor Strange being on their team. During the most recent battle Peter was hit by a spell that didn't seem to have any affect, so he did what he always did, he kept on fighting. After their victory the team returned to the mansion to celebrate. While the others joked and laughed the normally jovial web slinger felt incredibly fatigued and went up to his room. Not even bothering to peel off his costume he crawled in to bed, pulled a blanket over his head and passed out. When he awoke again he found a few surprises. First off he was no longer in his room, he was in the infirmary being watched over by Hank McCoy and Doctor Strange. Second he found out that he had been unconscious for 7 days. The third surprise was easily the most shocking, he was now a girl!! According to Doctor McCoy his body was now roughly 16 years old and fully functionally female. Peter looked over to Strange, "So Doc, can you change me back or am I going to have to start shopping in the junior misses department?" hoping his humor would cover up how much he was freaking out. "Well Peter I am afraid that all that I have been able to do so far is stop your age regression so you will age normally from now on. The Magic that did this to you is from a dimension that even I am unfamiliar with, it may be a while before I can completely reverse it if at all. The good news is that your blood chemistry was not affected so you still have your abilities" Peter settled back trying not to think about all of the new sensations his transformed body was giving him when Jessica Drew came in to the infirmary, "Hey there little sister! Now that you are younger than me are you going to start calling yourself Spider-Girl? You can be my sidekick!" Peter looked at her with a tear in his eye, "Jess my whole life has changed! I mean if the Doc can't fix this then Peter Parker basically ceases to exist!!" Jessica approached Peter and put a hand on his, "listen Pete I've known you for a long time and I have seen you fight through every bit of adversity that has come your way, and this will be no different. Sure your body has changed but your mind hasn't right? You are still the same person in your heart and mind, the brave person who doesn't know the meaning of the word quit. I promise you I will stick by your side and coach you. I mean if Walter Langowski can handle being turned in to a girl you can too!  I brought you some appropriate under wear and clothes for when you decide you are ready to get back in the world." Peter got dressed in the grey and pink bra and panty set, Jessica taught him how to work the clasps on his bra, and he hopped on the wall with Jessica right next to him. They sat quietly till Peter broke the silence, "Well first off I am not calling myself Spider-Girl, I mean I was sixteen when I got my powers and I went ahead and called my self Spider-Man. I mean if that other universe can have three guys named The Flash we can both be Spider-Woman. Secondly I am going to need your help with a new wardrobe including a costume, but nothing to revealing ok? and lastly can you give me a ride out to Queens, I have to let my Aunt know she has a niece now."

Wedded Bliss part Two

It had been six months since the Medallion had stopped working for Will. In that time Will had to assume Kelly's identity and vice versa. They had considered saying that Will had gone out of town but they couldn't figure out how to explain his disappearance and the sudden arrival of a twin sister for Kelly. So after a crash course Kelly turned in to Will during the week now and began going to work in his place. They were both smart and educated people and they knew each others friends from work that they were able to pull it off fairly easy. A few weeks later and hours and hours of research on mystic websites they found out that their little "marital aid" had a few rules they did not know about, namely it would not transform some one who was pregnant. Ten pregnancy tests later and Will's worst fears were confirmed, he was now an expecting mother. Will and Kelly had a long talk and decided that he would go through with having the baby. After a while Kelly stopped changing back in to herself as it became more and more natural for the couple in their exchanged bodies. Will sat up in bed on a sleepless early morning holding his belly and back. The baby was kicking, it was a boy they were going to name Charles, and his back was hurting but Will felt strangely at peace. He had never in his life dreamed that feeling so uncomfortable could be so satisfying. The original plan was to return to their original bodies after the baby was born but more and more Will was looking forward to not just being a parent but being a mother. Would Kelly be willing to live the rest of her life as a man? Will was tempted to make the medallion disappear but knew that it would be unfair to take away Kelly's choice. Once she woke up it would be time for another serious conversation.

Wedded Bliss

Will and Kelly were happily married for six years now. They got married in their early twenties and many people feared they were to young to make such a commitment but they had so far proved the doubters wrong. One of the tricks to their happy marriage, beyond listening to each other and respect of course, was their adventurous spirit in the bedroom. They had experimented with every kind of kink and fetish they had come across but nothing could have prepared them for the medallion. They had found it at a yard sale and Kelly was the first to recognize it. The old man in the bath robe who sold it to them for 2 dollars had a mischievous look in his eye but neither of them noticed it as they rushed home to experiment. First they used the medallion to become each other, the following weekend they became younger versions of each other, then they started buying second hand clothes in a game of blind transformations. They found that new clothes held amazing alterations as well. It had been two months of week end transformations when they decided to go out as each other for a big night on the town. They debated going out as one of their "collection" of used clothes but found it was easier to just be each other to use their credit cards and car. Kelly liked being her big strong handsome husband and Will loved the feel of soft skin and hair while wearing his wife's sexy clothes out in public. They had dinner at the best restaurant in town then they went to their favorite club and drank and danced all night. They went home Sunday morning and had passionate sex  all through out the early morning and in to the day. They had never felt so connected and in love in all their lives. It was painful Monday morning when Kelly had to change back in to herself and head to work, Will's office was closed for the day so he spent a little extra time dozing in his wife's body. Finally though he knew he had to get up and get some work done in the yard, which meant he was going to need his male muscles. He pulled on one of his shirts and grabbed the medallion but did not feel the familiar shock that came with the beginning of transformation. He rubbed and passed it from hand to hand. He even shook it to get it to work, to no avail. Will leaned forward starting to feel a creeping sense of worry, "What the hell, it worked fine for Kelly this morning. What's keeping it from changing me back?"