SRU: The Secrets of Crystal.Org               by: Paul G Jutras

 

Patrick ran past his mother on his way through the kitchen. In his travel bag, he had a long hair wig, silk blouse, skirt and four inch heels. He already had some pantyhose on under his normal clothes he was planning to change out of.

"Where are you going?" His mother asked as she stopped him in his tracks. "You know your father is waiting for you to clean out your basement bedroom before he starts remodeling. He wants to do it over the summer so not to interfere with your school work."

Patrick sighed. He turned around and opened the basement door, locking it behind him. He heard his mother say: "Give it two hours, then you can go out and play."

Patrick flicked on a light and tramped downstairs. Since the door was locked, he threw his shirt and pants on the bed, then slipped on the blouse and skirt from the bag. On his right was his computer and he decided to check his E mail before packing his things.

Patrick had one note from his friend Paul, but when he went to his favorite site, FICTIONMANIA.COM, he couldn't find it. Doing a Transgender web search brought about a site called CRYSTAL.ORG. "Never been to this site." Patrick said as he clicked on the site.

Patrick slumped in his chair as he waited for the site to boot up. He stared at the screen. "Hope the stories are as interesting on this site."

In rainbow colors the words SPELLS R US appeared in an arch at the top of the story. A list of Stories were listed below the name with the newest at the top of the list.

"What!" Patrick yelled, ducking as an energy beam shot out of the glowing monitor screen and hit the pile of boxes behind him. The beam reflected itself off a book shelf and a ceiling light. It then lit up the shadows under the stairs.

"Huh, what's this?" Patrick saw a door on the wall under the stairs. It was opened slightly with a staircase behind it. "A staircase going downward on the bottle floor?"

Patrick pushed the door open the rest of the way. He followed the staircase downward till he felt cool, fresh air. Patrick could never image a forest underneath his house. The bottom of the house could not be seen due to the tree tops. "Could this dimension of been created by that web site I brought up?"

Patrick was careful as he made his way through the woods in his high heels. He brushed the long hair of his wig out of his eyes to get a better look at what appeared to be a dragon soaring across the tree tops. Flames seemed to shoot out of its snout.

Thwang! An arrow stuck into the tree to Patrick's right. A troll dressed like an archer appeared and reloaded his bow. "Oh man!" Patrick cried, twisting his ankle and collapsing to the ground. "Ouch! My ankle, this can't be happening!"

Suddenly the bushes in front of Patrick moved and a girl in a tight blue tunic that barely reached below her hips. Patrick was sure that she didn't have any underwear underneath. The girl picked up a rock and threw it into the archer's face. She then grabbed Patrick by the arm and pulled him to his feet and into the bushes. "Quick!" She cried. "This way!"

"You picked the worst place in the kingdom to hide." The girl said as their feet trampled on the falling leaves. "You're lucky I was making my way back to the castle and spotted you before The Dark Knight."

"The Dark Knight?" Patrick repeated. "Who's that?"

"He's been trying to take over my father's kingdom." The princess said as they stopped under a tree and she checked his ankle. "I think it's only a sprain. Our court wizard can help your leg."

"There they are!" The knight's troops cried. "Get Them!"

"The trolls have spotted us." The Princess cried. She helped Patrick to his feet, scraping off his shoes as they made their way past the trees. "They won't stop until they have me in order to blackmail father out of his kingdom. They probably thought you were me when they attacked."

Without another word, Patrick ran through the woods, his skirts flapping again his nylons coated legs. The leaves crunched beneath them as they looked back at the ugly faces of their enemies. They scrambled past the trees and across a bridge.

As the trolls reached the edge of the bridge, they reacted like they ran into an invisible wall. "The Dark Knight will be angry." The trolls snarled as they a magic spell transported the trolls from their sight.

The Princess took Patrick into a little house under a hug oak tree. Inside was an old man that was human, sort of. His ears were pointed and he was dressed in a blue cone shape hat with a crown like brim. On the cone were moons and stars. "Welcome Princess, good thing my magic mirror saw you coming."

"I saw you hurt your legs miss." The Wizard said as he touched Patrick's ankle. As the pain disappeared so did all feeling between his legs. He also felt a weight in the chest area.

"Did he say miss." Patrick said as he realized he was indeed his on line alter ego, Patricia. She quickly realized that when the wizard took away all his pain it also took away his pain of being a woman trapped in a male body. That she was now all woman.

Buying a magic carpet from The Wizard, Patricia took the rug back to the stair case safely. Patricia scanned the area for the stairs and whooshed to the steps. With holes in his stockings, he made his way up the stairs and back to his bedroom.

When he reached the top, the magic stairs faded away and only a closet under the stairs remained in Patricia bedroom. As she touched her breasts, she knew it wasn't a dream. She turned off her computer and headed up the stairs to the kitchen.

"Patricia, don't give up." Her mom said as Patricia looked at the clock and notice only ten minutes had passed during her time in the magic kingdom. Her mother didn't seem a bit surprise that she was talking to her daughter not her son.

"I just came up for a drink." Patricia said with confusion as she notice her dad's plans for her room had changed from being very masculine to being pink and frilly. "I still have a lot of work to do and will gladly get to it."

After pouring a glass of Kool Aid, Patricia went back to the basement. For the first time she didn't bother to lock the door as she shut it and went down the stairs. She stopped at the bottom when she notice the computer was on again. A message was on the screen.

THANKS FOR ACCESSING CRYSTAL'S STORYSITE.ORG. HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR SPELLS R US STORY. PLEASE COME AGAIN.

Before Patricia could step up to the computer, it shut itself off as if by magic. Patricia knew that if she ever came across that web site again that she would have to thank the web mistress for her changes.

THE END

 

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