John's Gift
by: Prudence Walker

 

Chapter Thirteen

 

"You know?" Pauline exclaimed.

"Of course, who do you think got you into that body?" I said.

"But...but, Pauline said she did it to me," cried

Pauline.

"We all did. We are a coven of witches. Power of three and all that stuff," I continued, trying not to smirk.

"You mean that’s real, like on that program on TV, " Charmed." I thought that was a load of bunk," continued Pauline with surprise.

"Yes, only women can harness this power, that’s why you’re stuck like this," I teased.

"Stuck!" panicked Pauline.

"Now that Pauline is in your male body, she gave up her power because she loved you," I sighed. "And we need three women, not two, for the reversal."

"Can’t you use me, seeing I’m in her body," sobbed Pauline.

"Are you a woman... deep down? Or just a man with a closed male mind, inhabiting her body?"

"For you to join us in the coven, you need to embrace everything that is woman, otherwise nothing will work." I said rubbing salt into the wound.

"Bottom line... you have to become a woman in body and soul before you can use our magic to change back," I continued.

Pauline sat on the bed stunned and white faced as the reality of the situation sank in. To change back she literally had to become a woman in mind as well as body. What if, when that happened she didn’t want to change back. Could she face life as a woman, forever? Would that part of Nick disappear forever, never to resurface? What were the options? Suicide? No, what remained of her male ego wouldn’t consider that option.

Sighing, she turned to the others with a pleading look, "Will you help me? Despite all the things I did to you, or tried to do. I need your help." She broke down then, with great gasping sobs as she gave in to the very emotional state that her body had fallen into.

I looked over at Cathy, she nodded and I sighed. Walking over to where Pauline was slumped, I held her close as Cathy came and sat on her other side.

"Pauline, we will help you, but only on our terms, okay?"

She looked at me, her eyes looking like a pandas as her mascara ran from all her tears.

"Anything, I’m no longer the Nick you knew, not after having sex with my old body. Something died in me when that happened. I wasn’t in control anymore and when we did it, I realised that it was nice to feel submissive, to accept the passive role. I’m all mixed up. Everything I thought was important, being manly, being in charge, taking without regard to others feelings and even the physical abuse. I thought that it was just part of being a man’s man."

"And now?" I replied softly.

Pauline looked down at her hands, clasped together on her skirted lap.

"I…like this. I must be weird, but I do." She motioned towards her clothes. " I can’t explain it. When you first forced me to wear this clothing, I felt a strange compulsion. The sensations of the fabrics excited me, being forced, took away my control and that seemed to stem any guilt feelings that I shouldn’t enjoy it."

"We understand that Pauline, me more than most. Don’t worry about letting your feelings out, it’s a natural female release, like men use aggression, to release their emotional needs."

"But I had sex with a man, for god’s sake," cried Pauline. "What’s more, I enjoyed it once the shock of being penetrated wore off."

"Yes its great, isn’t it?" I sighed, remembering my first time.

As we sat there, I wondered if the experience Pauline had undergone had been as fulfilling as my own. The body does rule the mind, what with the hormones and the way the female brain is wired only that part which comprises the mind was transferred in our cases. And immediately it’s bombarded with signals coming from the hormonal drives of the body. It doesn’t stand a chance, it starts being influenced by the sensations and emotional state of the body. If that body is of the opposite sex, then it starts the process of assimilation. Eventually becoming natural.

I knew this from my own experience. At first, the lack of certain bits is more a mental awareness not a physical one as there’s no nerves sending signals saying ‘hey there should be a dick here’ not like in an amputation or even a SRS operation where the nerves still send signals back from what used to be a penis. Oh having to sit to pee is a physical and a mental adjustment, but you get used to it, and it becomes normal.

The other thing I noticed, was that after a short period of time, your mind starts fitting in with your body it gets to feel normal. Yes the sensations from both having breasts and a vagina are strange at first. Especially in comparison with a dick and balls, but as there’s no nerve signals coming from those particularly male organs any more, you find it gets harder to recall those sensations. Being as they are replaced by the ever-present feelings coming from your new equipment.

"Believe me, it gets easier," I encouraged.

"Being a girl, isn’t giving up control," added Cathy. "You just have to learn a new type of control over men."

"Yes, play it right and they’re putty in your hands," I added.

Pauline slowly calmed down, regaining her composure.

"You’ll really help? She asked, warily.

"Of course, and the first thing i’m going to do is get up into the bath," I smiled.

"But?"

"No buts, unless you want a smack on it," I laughed.

I went and ran a bath making sure I put plenty of scented bubble bath in the water, while Cathy helped Pauline undress. I slipped off my underwear and slipped into the bath, sliding down until my head was masked with the bubbles.

Cathy came in with a naked Pauline in tow. As Pauline glanced around looking for me, Cathy giggled, and pushed Pauline into the water too. I had tucked my legs up under me, so Pauline didn’t realize I was in the water till she stretched out her legs.

"Oh god, she’s here, in the water," she yelped.

I surfaced with a giggle, and then indicated to Cathy that she should join in with us. Faster than a speeding bullet, she was naked and in the bath. Laughing, I splashed them until they both threatened to do bodily harm. I grinned inside, as I looked at Pauline joining in with Cathy, her self-consciousness gone. My bath was one of those fancy triangular shaped ones and held all of us easily; I turned on the jets, ah... heaven. Both Cathy and Pauline squealed as the force of the water coming from the jets massaged them in ways that was almost sexual.

I think I over did the bubble bath as the bubbles got higher and higher, threatening to overflow the bath. The girl s weren’t making it better by throwing big gobs of it at me.

I abandoned any attempts at containing them and gave them as good I got. It was then that I realized that I was treating Pauline as the girl she seemed and not the Nick she had been, I paused, trying to figure out my feelings towards her.

Gone was the arrogance that Nick used to lord over others. In its place was calm acceptance of her situation. I was guessing that Pauline was finding that being a woman wasn’t the dreaded end of life living as some sort of sub species, but that she was still a member of the human race, in fact, she was finding that it was turning out to be an enjoyable experience.

My hatred was gone, I didn’t hate the original Pauline, now residing in Nick’s old body, and I couldn’t find it in me to hate the new Nick in Pauline’s old body. It was strange, I felt like a weight had lifted off my soul, my spirits were up and I was determined to enjoy myself.

Cathy sensed a difference in my attitude and even Pauline was aware that something had changed.

"Anything the matter, Jan?" they chorused.

"Huh?" I replied, still slightly absent-mindedly.

"Is there something wrong?" Cathy reiterated, looking intently into my eyes.

"Oh...no, nothing, I was just thinking," I hedged.

"Yeah right, I know that look. Spill it or be prepared to defend yourself," Cathy retorted. She had an intent look on her face plus a handy luffa in her hand.

I laughed.

"Whummph!"

"Owwh! That hurts, I yelped. It did too, my new skin was thinner and more sensitive now, and the luffa had left a red mark on my chest.

"Serves you right for not answering my question girl," Cathy smirked.

"Okay, okay I’ll spill. I was thinking that I don’t hate Nick anymore. Not now, and it feels great."

Pauline went still, then, as she looked in my eyes searching for any signs of deception, I smiled. Her eyes widened as the truth sank in.

"You really mean that, don’t you?" she said softly.

"Yes I do."

With those words, Pauline started to weep, not of pain, but from a newfound joy. I the recipient of a life-threatening incident at the hands of Nick had found it in my heart to truly forgive her, especially as she was venerable now and at my tender mercy.

Somehow, instinctively, I knew what to do. I leant forward and hugged her our slippery bodies sliding sensually against each other’s. Cathy too, had reacted and had joined the hug. Suddenly we over balanced and we all slid under the water. A tangle of arms and legs we struggled to sort ourselves out before we drowned. Spluttering, we started to giggle which soon developed into full-blown hysterics. As one of us tried to stand up to get out the others would pull on the legs till they were back in the bath. Eventually, by mutual consent we climbed out of the bath and helped dry each other’s bodies.

Later, we sat in bed, all three of us deciding that it was big enough for us all to sleep in. Pauline lay spooned between us as we drifted off to sleep.

Morning found us rather tangled, arms, legs, and sheets. I was stuck, until Pauline rolled over releasing one of my arms that had somehow slipped down inside her nightie. Cathy laughed at our red faces as she jokingly called us a pair of lesbian’s, which promptly earned her two pillows worth of pain. Sooner than it takes to say hypotenuse, we were all at it. Until one of the pillows decided it didn’t want to play anymore and spilled its guts. We were in hysterics when mom knocked the door and entered, asking what the ruckus was all about.

We turned as one, three very red faced girls trying to control our mirth as feathers drifted all around, covering us like some weird sort of snow storm.

Mom looked at us then shook her head, smiling wistfully as if remembering her own days as a teenager.

"Breakfast will be served in ten minutes, if you’re interested. Try not to bring a trail of feathers downstairs when you come," Mom said, laughing as she left.

We scrambled out of bed, rushing to the shower fighting to get there first. Then finding that we could all squeeze in together, we agreed to wash each other. It was a great feeling, the smooth slippery bodies touching each other. Nipples getting brushed by arms, and by the time we were finished we were flushed and aching for some extra stimulation.

Then Pauline started fingering me in a pretense of washing between my legs, well that was the end of any false modesty. I bent down and started to suck on Cathy’s nipples while Pauline started on Cathy’s legs. Cathy managed to rub Pauline between her legs, until everyone started moaning. We all climaxed about the same time and we slumped in the bottom of the shower, letting the water wash away the signs of our endeavors. I felt like going back to bed, instead I dragged my body upright pulling the others up as well, despite their protests.

Breakfast was quiet, but the looks that passed between us, spoke volumes. I felt a joy that at last, things were finally looking up. Nick was happy being a girl, at least for now. I was getting on with my new parents now that I was acing things in school. I had a boyfriend that I loved, yes loved, it felt great to be with Sam, sex included. What was in my future? Probably more challenges, but I was prepared to face them with a light heart, to overcome any obstacle in my way in the fulfillment of my dreams.

I knew that the future had more surprises for me. Becoming a bride was on the cards. Even the thoughts of motherhood didn’t scare me, (well maybe a little) but I was prepared to see it though, no matter what. I had picked up most of the tricks needed to carry on this life as a girl and with my sister Cathy helping. I knew I wouldn’t fail this second time at life. My gift was a truly wonderful thing; it had given me a deep understanding of what the women of the world feel like. I pitied the men in their shallow understanding of the meaning of being female, in all its facets.

Finishing breakfast, we got dressed together and went out to face the future. Together.

 

The End.

 

 

 

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