Summer Holidays         by: Destiny

 

I left my office with a sigh of relief, it was Friday night, almost midnight, and for the next two weeks I was going to be sunning myself on the beaches of Spain with my wife. It was the first time in my 33 years that I had been overseas and it was really due to my wife that we were going. She had won a holiday out of some catalogue, She tended to be susceptible to that sort of thing. Tricia was a great wife, funny, smart and good-looking, way better than a guy like me deserved, but she did tend to get distracted by odd things. Not that I was complaining about this holiday. However, last year she had decided to get a new hobby. Now, I thought that she meant something like painting or photography maybe even joining a women's football team. Not Tricia, she decided she was going to be a witch. She had gotten a book of spells and stuff from some new age shop in the shopping centre. I'd had a look around for it a few months later but couldn't find it. I figured that it had probably gone out of business or just disappeared. I thought it was bit odd, I mean all that hocus pocus stuff seemed as if it was for hippie new agers and the gullible. Not that I was going to say that to Tricia, I wanted to live.

As I said Tricia's fascination with all that hocus pocus didn't bother me and she seemed to enjoy it, basically all it seemed to be was coffee mornings and ordering stuff out of some catalogue. One of the things that she got was a thick wool rug with a pentagram on it. It looked very nice in front of our living room fire, it felt good too when we... Well, it was an open fire. Anyway the point was I didn't pay much attention of her hobby, boy was I in for a shock.

The drive home from the office was a nightmare and I was glad I was going to be away from it from a while. The only driving I intended to do was the trip to Prestwick airport tomorrow. When I got home I was grateful to see that Tricia had left me a cup of tea on the mantelpiece above the fire, that alone should have made me suspicious. Another thing which I should've noticed was that I was now standing slapbang in the middle of that damn pentagram rug.

I was just finishing that tea, which had an odd aftertaste, when Tricia came through from the kitchen with a look on her face that me think that the first words out of her mouth would be "Jim I've something to tell you".

'Honey I've something to tell you.'

It's about the holiday, I would bet that would be the next sentence. 'Its about our holiday. I know you've been looking forward to it, but it's not going to work out the way you think.'

Why did I feel worried? Not to mention nauseous.

'You see honey,' she continued, 'when I entered the competition I didn't notice one of the rules. You see it's one of these women only mags and the competition was for single mothers and daughters.'

I groaned, I had really been looking forward to that holiday, and I was really feel very odd indeed. I was about to say something when Tricia held her hand up and started talking again.

'Don't worry though, I've found a way around it. We can still go, its just there will have to be a few changes to our plans. Tell you what honey, you're looking really tired. I'll explain it in the morning before we leave.'

That was the first sensible thing I'd heard allnight, besides I was feeling incredibly tired all of a sudden. Before I could even say a word a wave of dizziness came over me. I couldn't even remember getting to the bedroom, the last thing I remembered was the sight of Tricia looming over me as if I had lost several inches in height.

The next morning I was woken up by Tricia leaning over me and gentle shaking me. I had only a hazy memory of the previous night and still felt odd, I felt as if I had lost a lot of weight and Tricia looked as if she had grown. Just what was going on?

'How are you feeling this morning?' Tricia asked me.

'Like hell warmed up.' My voice sounded odd, much higher than usual almost like my 14 year old niece's. All of a sudden my memory of the previous night came flooding back and I shot out of the bed.

I looked down at my body and couldn't believe what I saw. This was not my body, I was used to seeing my normal 5'10'' hairy, overweight male frame. What I did see was the body of a young teenage girl. I risked a glance in the mirror, the reflection I saw there matched the body I now had. The face in the mirror was a cute looking girl with long blonde hair, it was a strangely familiar face but I couldn't place it. I turned to face Tricia. 'What did you do to me?' I demanded to know.

'Look, we needed a holiday. You needed a holiday! And then I won this competition, it seemed like a dream come true. So I looked in that spell book I got and found this, ok Gemma.'

'Spellbook!?' I said weakly. This was too much to take in, I needed to sit down. Then I realised what else Tricia had said. 'Gemma? That's my nieces name.' Then it clicked, that was where I'd seen that face in the mirror (I couldn't bring myself to think of it as my face) before. I was the spitting image of my sisters kid!

Tricia calmly and coolly explained that as I was going abroad I would need a passport, even if it was another EU country. She also explained that the only way for her to get a passport for me was to borrow one from somebody. I tried to make sense of what I was told. At least it explained why my sister had been giving me amused looks for the last few weeks, it definitely explained why she had produced coffee through her nose when I said I was looking forward to the change. I half-heartedly tried to argue with her but I knew it was going to be futile. Besides I was looking forward to this holiday and if this was the only way I was going to enjoy it so be it. I told myself I was man enough to be a girl for a fortnight.

After I had assured Tricia that I was going to be OK, she really was worried about me, she went downstairs leaving me to get dressed. A quick glance at the clock told me that I didn't have much time to get ready if we wanted to catch our flight. I looked at the clothes that Tricia had left out for me. The panties and pantyhose that were easy to put on. There was a small bra, I was fourteen and didn't have much in the way of breasts but it was still tricky putting it on. Tricia had left me a pale pink T-shirt and a black skirt. Needless to say I wasn't too happy about the skirt but then I was in no position to argue. After Getting dressed I tried to brush my long hair, it was trickier than I thought it would be. To finish everything off was a pair of pink trainers and a shoulder bag. Just as I was checking my self in the mirror (which was the weirdest experience I've ever had), when there was the sound of a car horn outside.

Tricia's voice came floating up the stairs. 'Gemma taxi is here get down here now young lady.'

I thought that she was getting into her role just a little too much. I shouted back as I ran down the stairs. 'Coming Mother.' I tried to put as much sarcasm as possible in my voice. I was amazed by just how light my new body was and how much energy I had, it was just incredible how odd it felt.

The trip to the airport and onto the plane was uneventful, although I did receive some lustful looks from the teenage boys at the airport and one or two of the adults. Dirty old men I thought and mentioned this to Tricia she just smiled. I have to admit I was very conscious of how much smaller I was now and how much bigger everyone else was, it was more than a little frightening. I also made a mental note make sure I was less patronising in future to teenagers.

On the plane was another surprise waiting for me, the amount of legroom between the seats. Being a girl was definitely an easier way to travel, for once I could stretch my legs and relax. After we had been in the air for a while I began to feel a familiar sensation in my bladder, it was then it dawned on me that going to the toilet was going to be a new experience. There were only two loos on the plane and I smiled to myself as I heard some very strange noises coming from one of them, I guessed that the mile high club had two new members. Fortunately the other was empty and I slipped into it and locked the door. I wasn't sure whether girls were meant to pull skirts up or down to sit on the loo, I decided down would be the best bet. Peeing with female equipment was total different than ever before, once I finished I was careful to wipe as I'd heard that women could get some nasty infections. As I wiped I discovered that if I touched the right spot I could get an almost electric thrill of pleasure, I decided to note that for later exploration. I wasn't about to start masturbating in a plane toilet.

Once we arrived in Spain the first thing that struck me was the heat, I nipped into the toilets and pulled my pantyhose off it was way to hot for them. I was a bit apprehensive about going into a women's toilet and even more apprehensive about exposing my bare legs for all to see, I just told myself it was like wearing a pair of shorts. The trouble with that was that shorts didn't move in the slightest breeze like a skirt does. When I got back Tricia had dug a pair of strappy sandals out of our luggage for me to wear. It made me wonder what else she had packed for me. I wobbled all over the place even in the small heels on the sandals.

After we had got settled into our hotel room Tricia and I had a look at the holiday brochure, I was not pleased to discover that I was expected to attend the kids disco. I tried to explain that I wasn't a kid, I was a grown man. I would probably have gotten on better if I hadn't stamped my foot on the floor and ended up shouting that it was all so unfair before storming off in a sulk to my room. When I stopped to think about it I began to worry that I was actually starting to think like a teenaged girl.

Once I had calmed down a bit I rather sheepishly apologised to Tricia and confessed about my worries. Tricia seemed to understand my fears and was really understanding and supportive. So why when she gave me a hug did I feel more like a kid than ever? Tricia eventually talked me into going to the kids disco and decided to help me get ready for it. She made it seem like fun the way she picked different outfits for me to try on. I decided that perhaps being a girl perhaps wasn't so bad after all, trying on those outfits turned the day into a fashion parade. When I'd decided what to wear Tricia put a sheet over the mirror in my room and started to do my hair and makeup for me, she told me that she wanted what it to be a surprise. I've got to hand it to women, putting eyeliner on is a trial in itself. I thought that I was being stabbed in the eye each time. The outfit I had finally chosen was a metallic blue top cover in sequins and a short mini skirt. When Tricia took the sheet off of the mirror I couldn't believe what I saw. I was a teen princess and oddly I was thrilled to be it. Admittedly I was still a bit wobbly on my heels though.

The evening flew in and I ended up dancing with a couple of the boys from the hotel. I even began to like the sound of Aqua and the Vengaboys. I did promise myself that as soon as I started liking Steps I was going to top myself. Once the disco had finished I found myself talking to some of the other girls from the hotel, I tried to remember what my niece talked about and eventually ended up finding out more than I ever wanted to know about teenagers. I think I was turning into a walking edition of Sugar magazine. It was only when I'd returned to our room that I realised that I'd just thought of my friends as the other girls!! In the space of one night I'd turned into a girl.

The high point of the rest of the first week was when I eventually worked up the courage to venture onto the beach in a bikini. I reasoned that if I was going to be in Spain then I was going to go on the beach. I had picked out a nice black one piece but Tricia had other ideas and handed me an orange two piece. It was about here I realised just how far our roles had changed, I was reacting to her as if I really was her daughter and she was my mother. I was beginning to wonder if I could even go back to who I was, had Jim Tranter ceased to be? Was I even sorry to see him go? Those were two big questions, a bigger one was did I know the answers?

The rest of our holiday flew by and I had become firm friends with the daughters of some of the other holidaymakers. Julie, Emily and Beth had become my best friends and constant companions, we were inseparable. If I wasn't with them I was with Gordon, the boy from the disco on the first night. I think I had almost totally become Gemma, I was certainly much happier as a girl than I had ever been before. It was Gordon who had been the cause of the really big argument with Tricia. Why did he have to give me lovebites, mind you I didn't try to hard to stop him. When the time came for us to leave it was tears all round and much exchanging of addresses, I have to admit that I was crying the hardest of all. One thing that did not go unnoticed was the fact that my suitcase was much fuller than it had been when we'd arrived. I wondered what that had said about me. Also I had been fairly active in questioning Tricia in what exactly she could do with her attempts at magic.

During the trip home, which I spent most of wearing an expression known as sulky teenager, I thought long and hard about what I wanted to do. Did I really want to go back? By the time we'd arrived at our house I'd made my decision. I turned to Tricia and told her...

 

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