TOOK AN ACTUAL CHASE SCHENE THAT HAPPENED ONCE TO ME AND TURNED IT INTO A FICTIONAL STORY WITH A LITTLE MAGIC TWIST. ALTHOUGH IT WAS ANOTHER RELATIVE SINCE I DON’T A BROTHER. IN THE REAL HISTORY I GOT CHANGE OF CLOTHES, RAN ALL THE WAY TO MY OLD ELEMENTARY SCHOOL PLAYGROUND AND WENT TO WATCH A KARATE CLASS AT THE REC CENTER NEXT TO THE SCHOOL.

 

Luck of the Irish                         by: Paul G Jutras

 

It was a cool summer afternoon. The clock had struck three and Paul was in his room playing pretend. He had on his favorite blouse, skirt, bobby socks and saddle shoes. He was cheerleading Barbie root on baseball Ken along with his 12" Boba Fett and Darth Vader figures. The Dark lord’s removable light saber made a great baseball bat for the dolls.

He was having such a good time that he didn’t notice a car pull up into the drive way. Paul’s older brother, Jason had arrived for a surprise visit from collage. Paul didn’t hear the door open or the found of footsteps on the stairs.

"Paul?" Jason stood in the doorway in shock as his brother dropped the dolls. His breasts forms jiggled as he dropped on his back with his legs spread. The latex vagina he had attached between his legs, had caused Paul’s crotch to look smooth and flat. "What’s going on here you sissy?"

"I’m not a sissy!" Paul shouted back as he pointed to his head and heart with his well manicured and polished nails. "I’m a woman! At least where it counts."

"Wait until mom gets home from works and find out." Jason grinned. "I’m going to make sure that she does."

"You wouldn’t." Paul gasped.

"You better believe that I would." Jason said as he pinned his brothers arms to his side. "You’re not going anywhere."

"Let go!" Paul shouted as he broke free and ran downstairs. Jason chased Paul around the kitchen counter and out of the front door. Jason was having too much fun teasing his brother to stop there. He followed outside and across the front yard to the garage. As they got inside, Jason shut the electric door.

"You’re not going anywhere." Jason grinned. "At least not until mom sees you."

Paul ran into the breeze way connecting the garage to the house. Jason followed, but Paul locked the house door to keep him out. Paul then ran to the cellar door and locked it followed by taking off for the front door. Unfortunately, he didn’t get to lock the front door before Jason got inside. "Nice try, little lady."

Paul paused for only a mention before he took off with Jason hot on his lovely heels. It was a dash through the living room; across the kitchen, and down the hall. Paul busted out the front door and down the hill in the back of the house. Jason stopped at the top of the hill and wondered how far Paul would get in his dress.

Paul balanced himself on the rocks and old log that laid on the sloping bank to the street that ran behind his house. Seeing the close clear, and seeing Jason staring down at him, he took off across the street. Paul ran down the dirt road into the woods.

"He’ll come home before he reaches the center of town at the bottom of the hill." Jason thought to himself as he went to watch some TV and wait.

Paul walked down the dark, dirt road in the woods. Noticing Jason wasn’t following, he slowed down a bit and stared at the tree limbs that stretched high above his head. He knew that there was no chance of getting lost. The road itself generally formed a circle right back to where he stared. Though there was a short dirt path barely four feet wide in the start that lead behind the houses on Route 1.

Paul listened to the sounds of nature as he went down the path the headed down town. He had to be careful not to rip his dress clothes on the prickle bushes or get mud on his favorite shoes. When got through to the clearing, he found the large empty field that was untouched by development and civilization. Always made Paul think of what America looked like to the first settlers. Since he couldn’t get to the school yard that would be empty for the weekend, his think spot in the woods would do.

"Help. Help. " A tiny, feminine voice got Paul’s attention. When Paul got up and watched the edge of the woods, he saw a blonde girl standing no more than three feet three inches in height. Even her three inch heels didn’t help her height. Certainly didn’t help her walking in the woods. Neither did her skimpy, strapless green dress. Her ankle was stuck between two tree roots.

"Hold still." Paul said as he helped her work her foot free. "There you go."

"Thanks." The girl said with a smile. "I am the Leprechaun Stacy O’ Mally. For saving me, I owe you one wish. I can guess what the would be."

"My wish to be able to experience the full pleasures of being a real woman." Paul said as the Leprechaun nodded. Her happy smile took on the misfit grin as her twisted evil imp mind was going to give Paul just what he wanted, just not how he wanted it.

In a poof of green smoke, Paula found a gold turban wrapped around her long dark hair. Her golden bikini top matched her Colin Stuart Mule shoes on her feet. Her pink painted toes coated in the nylons that were covered by her green Turkish trousers. "Two weeks in this harem will give you a full lesson of womanhood." The Leprechaun promise.

Paula found that harem life not so bad. Exercise and enjoy herself most of the days. When her wife number came up, it was her turn to please her husband and master in bed. Although she hadn’t planned it when the wish started, a few horny girls talked the new Paula into having lesbian sex with them.

When two weeks had passed, Paula had expected to be return to her family as the girl she had become with the experience she had gotten as a harem girl. It didn’t happened. The third week started and so did her first period. Quite messy but after wanting to be a girl for so long, worth it. Paula soon realized after the period was over that Stacy was never going to return her to her normal American life. She resigned her fate at a harem girl and all the pleasures that game with it. After all.. it wasn’t such a bad life. No worries, someone who took care of her and the freedom to do anything she wanted inside the palace. Considering the slave traders outside the palace walls, Paula didn’t really want to travel unguarded to the market place with her face exposed anyway.

THE END

 

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