One Good Change Gets Another                    by: Paul G Jutras

 

The night was cool and dark. The wind used up his short leather skirt and against his nylon coated manhood. As dropped some change while paying the taxi cab he took, he bent down and notice he got a run in his jet- black pantyhose. "Darn it," Paul thought as he adjusted his wig. "I just opened the pair tonight."

Paying the man, he went into the club and headed straight to the ladies room. As he walked in a woman hiked up her pantyhose, yanked her dress down and walked out of the stall. After washing her hands she checked her make up in the mirror.

"Good thing I keep an emergency pair on my purse," Paul though as he pulled out a soft brown pair and stepped out of his shoes. He then stepped into a empty stall and pulled his hose completely off and sat on the toilet to pull the new pair up his freshly evening shaved legs. Standing up to yank it over his hips until he felt the crotch tightly locking his penis in place.

"Don’t you just hate getting runs." The woman said as she added some lipstick.

"It’s awful, but I love how my legs look in nylons." Paul said in as high pitch voice as possible. "There. That’s much better."

"That color does show off your legs more." The woman said with one last check of her own face before leaving. As Paul took a look in the mirror, he made sure his breast forms were straight before being seen in public. "See you."

Paul enjoyed dressing as a girl at the bars. Not only did the men pay for his drinks, but he could drink any of them under the table. As he finished his fifth pint, he ran out of men to dance with and pay the bill. So he decided to go.

On the way; however, he noticed a bright light shooting through the sky like a falling star. As it seemed to land in a near by empty lock, he took off his heels and straightened his hem before dashing over to see. The rock gave off a reddish, orange glow and as he held it, his body felt extremely warm.

"Weird." Paul thought as he tried to let go of the rock, but found it fused to the palm of his hand. As much as he shook, he couldn’t make it let go. As he got hotter, he went to remove his wig, but found it wasn’t a wig anymore. It had become real hair. As real as his B- cup breast forms had become his real breasts now.

Seeing a half filled abandoned well on the property, he walked over and saw the face on now a 30 year old man, but a fourteen year old girl. As he placed the rock in his purse for safety, he noticed the glow seemed to effect what he had inside. "Now what?"

Pulling out his wallet, he noticed the name Paula Smith on it with an address written on it. Not knowing what else to do, he went to the address on the ID card and found his new parents waiting up for them with an upset look.

"Where have you been, young lady?" Mrs. Smith asked.

"You want to put your mother in an early grave?" Mr. Smith added. "Get to your room while I decide you punishment in the morning."

Paul went upstairs to a bedroom with pink flowery wall paper, a lovely canopied bed and a closet full of the type of clothes he had always dreamed of owning. He wondered if the hunk in the frame on the dress was his new boyfriend or not.

"Thank you my rock." Paul kissed it and put it on the dressed before changing into a semi-transparent gown and going to sleep. He couldn’t wait to take this new body to the mall and dating that handsome boy in a dark movie.

When Paul woke up, he found the rock was gone. If it wasn’t for him still being in a female body, he would of assume it all a dream. Getting dress in a tight tear drop sweater, black capari pants and sandals that showed off his purple painted toes, he went for breakfast. "Mom, have you seen the rock I left on my dresser?" Paul asked.

"In the dump by now since the trash pick up this morning." Mrs. Smith said as she gave him some eggs and bacon for breakfast. "You are grounded for your first month of summer young lady."

After breakfast, Paul returned to his new room with a smile on his face. The first few days were fun with him trying on all his new clothes, and finding out what make up looked the best with his new face. The excitement of his new life soon faded.

At the end of the first week of being grounded, Paul laid glum on top of his new bed in a white top and navy mini-skirt. Being a girl was starting to become a drag with the uncomfortable bra he always had to wear and the bloated feeling and cramps that started with his first period. When he took the shower one day, he thought he was going to actually bleed to death, he lost so much.

When his grounded was over, he went out and bought a wig to see how he’d look as a blonde. With his new parents away for the evening, he had the house all to himself and his new boyfriend. When he rang the bell, Paul called out: "Come on in, the door’s open."

As the door opened, he saw Paul sitting on the couch with his legs spread in a red tank top, black pantyhose and opened toe six inch heels. "Come and get me." Paul said making a movement with his hand between his legs like he was shaking an invisible penis. Even after a month as a girl, he still sometimes forgot he no longer had the equipment he was born with.

After a night with a man inside him, Paul felt a bit odd making love to a man. When he left, Paul packed a suitcase and ran away from the community to catch the bus to the big city. It was there at a bar that he met Diane.

After a few drinks, Paul learned that downing his normal among of beer in his new, younger body wasn’t a good idea. Diane was getting as drunk as he had. As the two began dancing and acting like whorehouse party girls, they were taken by a couple of large men to a near by hotel.

When the girls awoke, they found themselves naked and sandwiching a large man that slept between them. As they got up and started to collect their clothes, another man stepped out of the bathroom. "Where are you going? I rented you for three more hours.

Forgetting their shoes and underwear, they quickly jumped into dark skirts and blouses as they raced out of the room and down the fire escape out of the hotel. "This is you’re fault!" Diane screamed. "You got me drunk. I could be pregnant."

As Diane’s eyes glowed red, Paul felt the world spinning and then blacked out. When he woke, he felt some what different. His purse was gone, but he saw Diane’s and went to her address with hope for answers. Answers that came sooner than he expected.

As Paul road in the back of a cab, he notice not his new feminine face of Paula in the rear view mirror. The witch Diane had switched bodies him. She was probably off to The Smith family while he went to Diane’s apartment and found a message on the answering machine.

DIANE, THIS IS YOU FORMER SELF. YOU HAVE A WAITRESS JOB TONIGHT AT THE BAR WE MET THOSE GUYS. HAVE FUN AND DON’T DO ANYTHING I WOULDN’T DO. TA, TA.

Paul had always loved wearing skirts, but his waitress uniform had one shorter than he ever wore. He could swear that those dinning dropped things on the floor just to see him crouch or bent over in the skirt. The treatment made him angry but he couldn’t do anything about it.

When Diane’s made came to clean up the apartment the next day, Paul was woken up after only two hours of sleep. "Sorry to wake you hon," Mrs. Waters said as she was let in. "I’ll get the noisy part over with as quick as possible. Then you can get some sleep, dear."

"Just like a woman like Diane to higher a inept house keeper than works hours that only gives her a couple hours sleep. No wonder she took her anger out on me and swap bodies with me. "Just like a woman like you to except such hours."

"I except such hours to make such my son become as good a warlock as Diane and I are witches." The maid glared red at her. "So you don’t like being in her body do you? We can arrange that."

When he woke up Paul had to use his breath to get his new blonde hair out of his face. As he sat up in a gray blazer, black sweater, mini skirt, nude hose and black heels, he found his crossed ankles tied together and his wrists tied to his knees. He tried to scream but tape was placed over his mouth. As he sat on the bed, he could see his bondage image in the dressing mirror.

"I didn’t swap you with a new body." The witch said. "Just altered Diane’s with magic since I know from the answering machine she’s happy in another. Now for step two."

Paul watched as his heels, blazer and skirt faded away by magic. Flipped on his stomach in only the sweater and pantyhose, his bound wrists flew over his head and tied themselves to the top bed posts while his ankles spread eagle and tied to the bottom posts. Helpless she smiled as her son walked into the room and took her as his woman.

Taken as a token wife for the warlock son to the head of all witches. Whenever a board meeting met, Paul found himself in a sexy outfit that normally included a real short skirt and black hose on the meeting table where the men would take turns magically taking off Paul’s clothes and being taken one by one on the table. Learning that his wish to be a real girl ended up for more than he wanted and a lot he now wish he hadn’t had. The only comfort he had was no warlock wanted a fat pregnant woman, so unless one decided to take him as a real wife to bare children the magic would keep him in pleasure without the pain of parent hood.

 

THE END

 

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