1 minute to midnight

by Miss Sarah Jones

 

It was early Saturday evening. Steve was ecstatic. His favorite team had won the cup and the celebrations had gone on for several hours after the match. He was now staggering back towards the station when he saw a shop he hadn't seen before. The windows were opaque but a sign above the door read " Madam Zagaba Will Change Your Life". Steve was intrigued and decided to go and have a look. He entered the shop and found himself in a small waiting room. The room was painted in a pale pink but there were no signs or notices anywhere. The door at the other end of the room was partly open and he peered though. The next room was dark and full of a white smoke which obscured his view. Suddenly a woman appeared in the doorway. She spoke, "I am Madam Zagaba, Enter My Domain". 

Her voice was strong and powerful with an accent that he could not place. As Steve entered the room he saw a small cubicle in the far corner, a table and chairs in the center of the room and a side table with a large amount of incense burning on it. This caused the smoke which he had noticed earlier. She told him to sit and she sat down opposite him. After a moment she spoke again "Place your hands palm up on the table and close your eyes". He did this and he felt his hands being lifted and examined. "I see you are not married not have you anyone special in your life" she said and this puzzled him as he didn't know how she had worked this out. After a few minutes of examining his palms she told him that she could change his life forever and give him a whole new view of the world. Steve decided to leave at this point as he was beginning to get a little scared. The alcoholic haze he had entered the shop in had evaporated leaving him a little confused. He told her she must be stupid or mad and started to walk out of the shop.  Her response to this was a cryptic, "You have entered my domain and you will find out the truth at 11.59 this evening". S. The woman watched him go and smiled.

Steve wandered home and stopped at a shop to buy something more to drink. The woman has frightened him a little and once he got home he had a large vodka to calm him down. He wondered what he should do. He hadn't given the woman any information about himself so he felt that little could happen to him. He decided to settle down and watch some TV before going to bed. He felt his eyelids suddenly getting heavy and after a few minutes was fast asleep on the couch. A face that he would have recognized appeared on the TV screen. The face was Madam Zagaba's.

A few hours later, Steve awoke and glanced around him. He was still on the couch in his flat. He had half expected to wake up somewhere else and was relieved to be at home. He looked at the clock. It was 11.30. He stretched and then he noticed the ring lying on the table. It was a slim silver band with what looked to him like an diamond center . He picked it up and wondered where it had come from. He was certain he hadn't bought it but there it was. He looked at it again and picked it up. It seemed very heavy for it's size but it appeared to be the right size to fit him. He placed it on his ring finger like a wedding ring and was surprised to find it a perfect fit. He also noticed the inscription on the outside of the ring. It read "Change Is Constant". When he tried to slide the ring off it was stuck. He decided just to wear it and to try removing it in the morning. He walked through to the bedroom and climbed into bed. He lay reading for a while before switching out the light. The clock by the bedside read 11.55.

Steve lay in the dark trying to sleep but he didn't seem to be tired. He had drunk a lot of alcohol today and the nap this evening probably wasn't helping him get to sleep. He stretched out on the bed and listened to the clock ticking in the silence. He glanced at the clock again and as he watched the dial changed to 11.59. He suddenly felt the room start to spin and suddenly the room disappeared and he blacked out.

He came to in a bright white room. His body seemed numb but he assumed that it was the alcohol causing that. The room looked like an operating theatre in a hospital and he wondered if he had been in an accident. He suddenly heard a voice nearby. "The patient is awake and the change is complete". He recognized the voice as being that of Madam Zagaba and suddenly was very frightened. Slowly the feeling returned to his limbs and he felt the very soft fabric that the clothes he was wearing were made of. He also felt a tightness in his chest which he wondered about. 

A face suddenly appeared in his vision. It was a girl of about 18 or 19 with long blonde hair and a smile on her face. He calmed down a little. She spoke softly, "the changes have been made Stephanie but you may feel a little disorientated for a while." Steve was confused, the girl had called him Stephanie and he had to admit to feeling a little disorientated. The girl helped him sit up and he felt the weight on his chest ease a little. Noticed that he was wearing a silvery outfit which matched the one the girl was wearing but what surprised him most was the sight of two large breasts when he looked down at his own suit. He started to scream but the girl touched him and he calmed down instantly. The girl lead him to a booth at the side of the room and sat him down in front of a large screen. On the screen images started to flash by while a sound like a rushing wind gradually got louder all around him. The girl had left him but he felt powerless to do anything but stare at the screen and listen to the sound. After a time the images and the sound stopped and the girl returned and told him "Stephanie, you are now complete."

The girl told him that her name was Jane and that she would help him to re-acclimatize to life. They walked down a stark white corridor and went into a white room that was obviously a bunk room. Jane sat in a chair by the table and gestured to him to come and look in the mirror. What he saw surprised him. Looking back was a girl of about 17 with long dark hair, long nails and a figure that was amazing. Jane handed him a lipstick and he took it automatically and applied it to his lips as though he had always worn lipstick. Jane then asked him to sit and she started to explain.

"This world you call Earth is being destroyed. We have been observing the Earth for many millions of years but we are now coming to Earth to help mankind to restore the planet before they destroy themselves. We cannot help mankind until we know what is happening. The only way we can do this is by going down amongst the humans and observing them from close proximity. We have changed you into an agent for us. There is an implant in your mind which transmits your discoveries directly back to us to allow us to plan the recovery. You are not alone in being our agent. We currently have over 300 females on the planet who we are listening to. We believe that the female population of the planet are more powerful and so all of our agents have been changed from masculine to feminine. You are now completely female in every way. After a rest period here on our ship we will return you to the Earth and you can carry out your task. I will be accompanying you on earth so you are in less danger from outsiders. But for now you must rest."

Stephanie laid down on one of the bunks and relaxed. She didn't push Jane away when she came and sat on the bunk next to her. As Jane's hand slowly moved down her body, Stephanie felt a tingle in her crotch. As Jane removed the silvery outfit and began to make love to her as only a woman can the tiny part of Steve's mind that remained smiled. Life as a woman was going to be fun on Earth. Madam Zagaba was right, his world was changed forever and his world view was very different.

To Be Continued....

 

 

 

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