A Life Changing Find part Two

Detective Charles Hyde Was surprised to find a stack of case files on his desk. He had just returned from a meeting with the Assistant District Attorney who was prosecuting the big organized crime case Charles and his team had put together. He was scheduled to testify this coming Tuesday and the ADA wanted to make sure that he was ready for his cross examination. Charles was not expecting to take on any new cases till after the trial but the note on the stack was from his captain, instructing him to look them over and report to her office as soon as possible. Charles took a look and quickly saw a pattern. Each victim was male in their early to late 20's, in good physical condition, popular on the party scene, and all seen leaving their last known location with an attractive woman. The odd thing was that the first few men were seen leaving with the same woman while the later men were seen with different women. None of the men had been seen since disappearing, their vehicles were found parked where they had been left the night of the disapearances and there were no hits on their credit cards or ATM's. That was not a good sign in Charles' opinion. He headed upstairs to his Captains office, her secretary motioned for him to have a seat while she buzzed to announce his presence. The secretary looked over at Charles, "The Captain has been in a weird mood today, good luck in there."

 

Charles walked in and noticed that Captain Brooking was staring at her screen, completely unblinking. "Hello Captain, I read those files you left me and..." Before Charles could finish his sentence the captain stood up quickly and looked passed him as if he wasn't there. When she spoke she sounded like she was in a trance, "Good. Sit at my desk and some one will be in shortly to speak to you. I have to pee." The Captain walked stiffly out of her office. Charles couldn't help but wonder if the "Brass" were drug tested as often as the rank and file. Sitting in the Captain's chair Charles noticed that her computer wasn't even on. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a mans voice from across the desk, "Hello Detective." Charles looked up and two people were now sitting in the chairs opposite him. The chairs were definitely empty just a second ago. They were both at least in their sixties, the man was dressed in grey sweat pants, t- shirt and a maroon bathrobe. The Woman was at least dressed as though she had not been rousted from bed but her colorful outfit reminded him of a gypsy and she looked like she would be more at home reading palms at a carnival.  "I take it you are the folks the Captain wanted me to speak to." The woman smiled and sipped from a coffee cup that she seemed to produce from the folds of her skirt, "Right down to business, I like that. You are very good at hiding your feelings about our sudden appearance, also a good sign that we have chosen wisely." The man in the bathrobe nodded his agreement, "You see Detective we do not have a lot of time, there are many lives at stake and the danger is growing exponentially." Charles leaned forward, the man's comments had clearly gotten his attention, "I take it this has to do with the missing person cases, what can you tell me?" It was now the woman's turn to speak, "They are not missing, we have located them, we now need your help in rescuing them. They have been transformed by an ancient force that feeds on masculinity. It was designed by and Evil Wizard many thousand of years ago to not only defeat his enemies but turn them in to submissive women who would then live the rest of their lives as his slaves. It bounced around from master to master for a millenia until it was trapped about eighty years ago inside a steamer trunk and thought lost to the ages. Unfortunately some unlucky soul has found it and unwittingly released it. With out a master to control it, this force is gorging itself with no regards to the consequences. It's victims will mystically last a bit longer than a normal human with out food or water but under the monsters thrall these poor people will not think to eat or drink and it will not compel them to since it can simply use them to lure in their replacements. They will eventually starve to death leaving behind beautiful corpses." Charles let this soak in and the trio sat in silence until he spoke, "Oh...K. I am going to call some folks to come in and help you. They are very nice people and they are going to take you to a very special hospital." He reached for the phone and began to dial when the man in the bathrobe stopped him dead in his tracks, "That would be a huge waste of time Kyra, time we do not have." Now the facade of calm professionalism dropped from Charles demeanor. "How can you know that, no one knows that. I wont be blackmailed!" Charles' voice was tense and he had risen from his seat taking two steps back as if he was now physically under attack. The woman's voice was calm and soothing when she spoke, "My Dear, please sit down we are not a threat to you. We are here because if this goes to plan we will be helping each other out. You will help us to destroy a rogue creature that has lived far to long, and we will help you achieve your dream of being the woman you know in your soul you were meant to be." Charles plopped in to the chair, blinking as if he had looked to long in to the sun. His mouth was dry when he spoke, "I have never told any one about that. Anyone. If I decide to go along with all of this craziness how exactly am I supposed to stop this thing? If you two are so great why don't you stop it yourself?" The man pulled a bottle with a purple liquid out of  the pocket of his robe, "This thing is like the T Rex from Jurassic Park. Some stuff it can see coming and some stuff it can't. If a Wizard and a Witch..." The man was interrupted by the woman clearing her throat in displeasure and giving him a cross look. "Jeez sorry, if  a Wizard and a SORCERESS of our power got near it the fight would take out several city blocks. But it would never have the cunning to suspect that it's food had been poisoned. Once you drink this potion you will essentially be a poisoned lamb. You will go to it, it will devour your masculinity tainted with the mystical poison. This monster will finally be dead and you will be a beautiful woman." Charles was having a hard time processing what he was hearing but he knew in his soul that they were telling the truth, "Will you be able to change the victims back in to men?" The pair shook their heads "no" and the woman spoke, "We will not be able to do that but we can help them deal with what has happened and cast spells so that they can return to as normal a life as possible. Besides they will have their free will back and life as a woman is much better than dying painfully." Charles stood up, this time firmly and with conviction, "Come on lets get going.I'll drive." 

As the trio sped to the address the two Mages provided, Charles' thoughts swung from believing he had finally gone crazy to the anticipation of getting what he most wanted in the world. Since he was young he had admired girls and women. At first he thought it was just natural curiosity but soon Charles came to realize that his feelings ran deeper, that he wanted to be a woman, that deep down inside he was a woman. He knew that others wouldn't understand and that he just wouldn't be able to explain as faith was so often difficult to communicate to others. So he buried himself in his second greatest passion, police work.  Had he believed these two people because he wanted what they were saying to be true so so badly that it had clouded his judgement? Was he really going to drink a magic potion from the pocket of a man in a bathrobe and face an ancient evil being? Charles pulled to a stop outside of the house, and the man handed him the glass vile. "bottoms up." He waited for any kind of odd feeling but he felt no change, shrugging he headed for the door. As he approached a gorgeous blond stepped out.

Charles jogged up to her, "hey there sexy where are you off to?" He asked with a great deal of trepidation in his heart. The woman smiled, "Well I was going out to look for a little company but it looks like I didn't have to go very far! My name is Brandie, Why don't you come inside stud, I bet I can give you a life changing experience." Charles followed the blond inside and immediately felt the change in the atmosphere. The air was stale and it was at least twenty degrees hotter than it was outside. The blond continued walking and spoke to him over her shoulder, "why don't you go on to the back bedroom stud, I'm going to fix us a drink and meet you. Then we will party!" He watched her as she moved off in to living room. She had not even asked his name. Before he moved in to the rest of the house Charles reached back and forced the door knob till it broke. It was a little trick he had learned while working patrol to keep any suspects from getting out of the front door while he was searching a residence. Instinctively he unsnapped the latch on his holster, allowing for a quick draw. Charles began to move towards the back, a heavy sent of perfume hung around him stinging his eyes.  The blond who greeted him was no longer in sight but in the living room he found another beautiful woman.

She had a vacant look on her face as she gazed over her shoulder at him. Suddenly a look of seduction appeared, sending a chill down Charles' neck. "Hi Stud," she said with a bit of a southern drawl, "my name is Tera, why don't you head to the back bedroom and get comfortable, then I will come in and rock your world!" Charles said nothing to her as he continued on down the hall way. A feeling of dread washed over him. Gone was the concern about this being an elaborate hoax. Now he was worried that if the Wizard's potion did not work he would end up a mindless fembot. The Sound of giggles from a bedroom to his left caught his attention. Charles opened the door slowly.

The two woman were just as stunning as their "house mates". Once again he found himself being looked up and down this time by two pairs of bedroom eyes, "Hi Stud," They said in unison, "I'm Jodie" the blond said, "And I'm Rachel" the brunette said as she leaned seductively on Jodie. Once again they spoke in unison giving their words an otherworldly affect, "Why don't you head on back to the back bedroom and we will be in to show you the time of your life." Charles backed out of the room and looked down the hall. The door at the end was closed, he began to advance on it with purpose now. Suddenly he heard a new sound from the second to the last bedroom, a low moan that stopped him in his tracks. Charles pushed the door open. Inside there were several beds and many more women but these women looked extremely lethargic. The woman on the bed closest to the window struggled to raise her head, "Hi stud," She said weakly, " I.. I..I'm so hungry please please help me."

then to his right he caught a glimpse of a standing figure. This Brunette was struggling to put her bra on and trying to maintain a standing position while propped against the wall. She looked like she would collapse at any second. There was no attempt at seduction this time, "so...hungry, so ...thirsty." 

Outwardly these woman looked healthy, hell they looked beautiful but the suffering in their eyes and the pained sound of their voices raised Charles' heart rate. He was about to exit the room when the figure on the second bed in the room caught his eye.

This woman looked just as beautiful as the others, but there was no sound coming from her and she was absolutely still. Charles reached down and felt for a pulse and found none. "Patient Zero" he said under his breath. He closed the woman's eyes and silently made the same promise he made to all the homicide victims he had come across in his career, to do his best to avenge her death. As he walked out of the room he turned to his left and faced the final door.

He entered slow and saw that except for a steamer trunk the room was completely empty. He stood staring at the trunk for what seemed like forever. Charles had the extreme knot in his stomach he got when he was around dangerous criminals and politicians and a bead of sweat formed at his temple. Something was drawing him to the trunk, he felt his legs moving him forward yet had no control over them. Suddenly the lid to the trunk sprang open and he was bathed in a red light. He felt his clothes fly off of him and hit the ground as he body raised in to the air. Dark forms flew out of light and began to wrap themselves around him. His mind was encompassed by the light but he could vaguely begin to feel his body transform. His frame began to shrink, his muscles faded as his body fat began to redistribute. Charles could feel his face transform as his cheekbones shifted and skull shrank. He began to cry softly, not from pain but from the ecstasy. The light was taking away all of his will power and the purpose of his mission faded to the pleasure of his transition from man to woman.His shrunken torso began to develop pert breasts that were soon supported by the lingerie that the dark forms from the trunk were becoming. His hair began to grow out and a whispered desire to be blond in the recesses of his consciousness caused it to begin to lighten. Finally he felt his penis and testicles withdraw completely in to his body as his vagina took form and his ovaries and womb sprang in to existence. Charles heard a small feminine whimper escape his lips as his masculine essence escaped him.

He felt himself lowered to the ground but he still couldn't move. His free will was now gone and Charles waited for his orders from his new master. A voice in his head like dry leaves crackling spoke, "Go, bring me more like you. Bring me more food." Charles turned to follow orders when suddenly the ancient voice screamed out in pain sending shudders through Charles and knocking him, now her, forward and off of her feet. Just like that the fog in Charles' mind lifted. She looked back at the trunk as it rattled and bounced giving off some of the worst sounds she had ever heard. She jumped to her feet forcing aside the sensations of her new body in a desperate attempt to get out of the room. The ground beneath her pitched and buckled as the whole house began to shake once again sending Charles flying. She rolled over to push herself back to  her feet just in time to see the Trunk burst in to flames.

The flames gave off no heat though and seemed to actually drop the temperature in the room. A high wind rushed through the small space making it hard for Charles to breath. She looked at the door just feet away yet she was pinned by the freezing wind. She reached in vain for it as her vision went black and consciousness left her. Slowly Charles began to awaken. Her head was buzzing like she had just left a loud concert and she had goosebumps all over from the lingering affect of the cold. She was laying  on her back and was captivated by her new form as she raised her new stocking clad legs against the wall.

"Oh God, it's real. IT'S REAL!!!" she squealed in her new feminine voice. Scrambling to her feet Charles ran her hands down her body. The soft feminine flesh and long hair on his shoulders were undeniable.

She turned to where the trunk was and saw nothing but ash. snapping herself out of the revelation of her victory she ran out of the room and found a living room full of confused and terrified women.

They were gathered in front of the Wizard and Sorceress who were passing out pedialyte bottles and bananas that were being hungrily eaten. Over the next few hours the mystical duo proceeded to explain the situation to the men who now found themselves trapped in female form. None were to happy about this but all agreed that it was better to be alive with their free will restored than to be doomed to the horrible fate that befell the first victim and owner of the home. One after another glamour spells were cast that would allow the women to return to modified versions of their lives. Everyone who had ever known them now believed that they had always been female. Knowledge and comfort of their new bodies was implanted in to their minds, willingly accepted, to allow them to cope with their new forms. The women left the home after exchanging information as they now found themselves part of an exclusive sorority of survivors that would need to each others support . They also profusely thanked Charles for her bravery in saving their lives. After the last woman had left Charles and the Mages were left to discuss the aftermath. "So," Charles said has she absentmindedly played with her blond hair, "What do we do about the fatality back there?" The Wizard spoke, "We will cast the same spell on her as we did the others. About an hour after we leave her neighbor will realize that she hasn't seen Patricia, I've always liked that name, in a couple of days. She will find her in the bedroom and call the paramedics. They autopsy will find a brain embolism and her family will be contacted so that they can provide her a proper burial and mourn the loss of their loved one." Charles nodded her approval to the plan. The woman now entered the conversation, "Now Dear, lets get you out of that trashy lingerie and stockings full of runs. I've always liked lighter tones on a girl of your complexion."

Charles caught her reflection in the mirror on the wall and had to admit she looked great in this bra and panties set. Tears of joy once again welled in her eyes, "I can't thank you two enough, I am finally who am I was supposed to be!" She gave big hugs to them both. "My Dear, you did all of the heavy lifting, we just pointed you in the right direction. Now what shall we do for you? I already know you will be calling yourself Kyra Hyde but would you like us to change your life more than that? A modeling career perhaps? Or a job on the television?" The new Kyra smiled, "No thanks, I love being a cop no matter what my gender. All this means for me now is that I can go shopping for a sexy business suit to wear when I take the stand! Now conjure me up some street clothes so we can get out of here and grab something to eat, come on it's my treat." 

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. 

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!" 

Valentines Day blues

Rob had broken up with his girlfriend Sonia the night before Valentines day telling her that he needed his space and couldn't take her being around all the time. She decided to teach him a lesson by casting a spell that would make Rob live the life of a dumped girl on Valentines day. Rob quickly realised that his day was going to be strange by the view he saw as he looked down in the morning. A wave of sadness hit him before he could enjoy his new assets and he began to sob out of loneliness.

Push ups

Gerry had been doing his usual regiment of one thousand push ups before class when a strange blue light entered his room. The light surrounded Gerry and turned his manly muscle in to soft womanly flesh. No longer able to do push ups Gerry, now Geri,  balanced herself upright. "what am I doing on the floor? I have to finish getting ready for class! I love how this bra pushes up my cleavage! Maybe I'll wear the blue mini dress I just picked up."

Temper temper

"Anne, this isn't funny change me back!" Anne chuckled at the sexy red head who now stood in the place where her cousin Alex had been a minute ago, "Sorry Alex, or Alexa, you're the one who said he wanted to get his hands on a great pair of tits. Well now you can 24/7!"  Alex huffed, "Damn it what am I going to do about work?! about my girlfriend?!" Anne smiled, "Well first off get that red head temper of yours under control, second I cast a second spell that any one who talks to you will think you've always been this way. So you can go to work with no problem and your girlfriend now thinks you are her bff. Don't worry I don't plan to leave you like this forever. A month should be about right."

Shocking

"oh god oh god oh god, how did this happen!!" Drew had wished for a easier life where he was pampered and living in luxury. He was shocked to see the results.

The Rabbits foot!

"Damn it Rick this has to stop!" Paul had been trying desperately to get his friend Rick to stop manipulating women with the magic rabbits foot he had ordered on line. In the beggining it was just little things like messing with height and hair color but now it was like Rick was obsessed with turning every girl he met in to a cock hungry slut. Of course the only cock they were hungry for was Rick's. Paul had hoped that he could find a way to appeal to his friends humanity but he quickly found himself transormed into a large breasted brunette in a tight dress. "listen Paul I appreciate your concern but I like what I'm doing, I'm having so much fun! and soon you will be having fun too!" Paul, now known to the world as Paula felt his new body flush with desire and realised that his good intentions had gotten him in trouble.

One of the cool people

Dennis had wished to be one of the cool people at his school. The next day he woke up a beatiful blonde that every one knew as Denise. Deciding to go with the flow Dennis put on a hot outfit and headed out to the weekends big party. He found that he was friends with all the people who would never talk to him when he was Dennis. The troubling part was that every one treated him like a dumb blonde slut. By the end of the night his feet hurt, his legs were cold, his dress was riding up and he was ready to go home.