Here is the part two of ‘The Transformation Rock’ of which I will not write anymore about. The idea is free to be used by anyone else however. I won’t limit anyone’s imagination by putting restrictions on the characters in the existing two stories, or the abilities of the ‘rock.’ Anyone who cares to write an origin is free to do so. I just hope whoever enjoys reading fiction like this enjoys this story and others I have written very much! Sincerely, Zedd.

Thanks to all who gave positive thoughts on the first part! I enjoyed reading them all. They really boosted my confidence in writing, something I never knew if I had a talent for or not, and inspired me to go ahead and write the second half. The way I go about a story is probably very different than most, and I won’t go into that now, but the ideas for the second half came to me only after reading the positive feedback of the first. My concerns are many, and rightly so if any knew of my educational background, so hopefully no one will lecture me too severely on story construction, character consistency, grammar, etc.

 

The Transformation Rock             by: Zedd

 

Part 2

It’s been about a week since I found that rock. Sometimes I think not finding the rock would have been better, but then I wouldn’t be having such a blast. The back part of my mind, the one still male and function-ing correctly, realized the problems that have come up and why I’m stuck looking like a walking wet dream. The rest of me, the part that I mistakenly changed while trying to find out how the rock worked, and what my best friend Mike changed, thinks everything is cool and loves the new me! The problem is I can’t change myself back. I have to have someone else change me back. The one thing I’ve learned is, if you use the rock to convince yourself you like the changes, then you’re stuck with them. You can’t go back. But someone else could do it for you. So who do I trust to change me back?

Looking at my body in my bedroom mirror, I can’t help but get turned on. I stand 5’7" and my measure-ments are a spectacular 42-25-36! I wear a 38 DDD bra, thanks to Mike, or should I say Bambi since that’s her name now. My name used to be Jack, but I accidentally changed it to Barbi when I was at school.

It’s funny, but if you say something is ‘this’ way with the rock, then it is ‘that’ way. I haven’t figured out why some things can be reversed while others can’t. Sometimes the whole thing confuses me, and I don’t know why. I wonder if Bambi did anything to me, like made me stupid or something?

Recently I found out I could change non-living things as well, like clothes and stuff! When I found that out I went hog wild and came up with some really wild things I could wear at school! Like today I wore a brand new satin bra, (made from an old t-shirt) underneath a soft black sweater that hugged my big breasts enticingly, but only came down to the bottom of them, leaving my midriff bare. I then changed a pair of my old underwear into a pair of satin and lace panties that hugged my round ass. Over them I transformed an old pair of jeans into a white pleated skirt that ended several inches above the knees. Of course socks be-came nude stockings with a two inch elastic band, (something I saw in my dirty magazines) and some tennis shoes turned into a cute pair of black and white lace ups. I think they’re called saddles, or something.

I had gotten a lot of attention at school, something I never did when I was just plain Jack, and was quickly discovering how much fun it was to be popular.

Like, today was just like yesterday and I had just gotten there when the teacher wanted to see me in private for something. I didn’t know what but wasn’t really worried about it since I had the rock with me in my secret hiding place (nestled quite comfortably and snugly in my cleavage).

The next thing I know, he’s got his pants down and pawing all over me! Course, I’ve got the rock, but then I see his cock and lose all control! Something Mike did to me! It seems whenever I see a cock, I have to have it, I can’t help myself! I’m like a super bitch in heat that can’t get enough! I turn into a raging nympho that doesn’t have any boundries! I really got nailed in that office, in more ways than one, but came out smil-ing anyway! Mike made me a slut whenever I see a cock, and I’ll get him back as well as removing that impulse, but he also made me enjoy it greatly!

Then came the Coach of the football team who wanted to discuss with me the possibilities of becoming a Cheerleader! That lasted about an hour with me walking out a little funny! Then the History teacher! The Assistant Principal! The Principal! The Janitor! The Gym teacher! Whew! I was glad when it was time to go home so I could get some rest.

Strangely enough, I don’t seem to use the rock at all. I know I could easily change things around, get myself out of these situations, but the thought never enters my head. I know it’s all because of Mike, or should I say Bambi, but I like all the sex! I’m a sex starved female and I love it! Of course, I’m not letting Bambi get away with her changing me into that. I thought it really convenient that her initials were BJ! And even though I like the way I am right now, I can’t stay this way. I have to find a way to change back. I have to become Jack again! Of course the new Jack will be much improved!

Sandy has been great! She’s really become one of my best friends, sex and all! She and I have been seeing each other now for about a week. In fact, she’s coming over tonight! But before she does I plan on having a little talk with BJ!

There was a knock at my door just then and I knew who it was before she entered.

"Hi Bambi!" I said excitedly. Just because I was upset with her didn’t mean our friendship was over. It may by strained by recent events but we have always been friends. Besides, I’m just as much at fault! In fact, if I think about it, I was the one who started everything.

"Hey Barbi. You wanted to talk to me?" She was still sore at me. I could tell she was depressed as well. She was getting almost as much attention as I was, without the sex! The one thing I didn’t do to her that she had done to me was like being a girl. There was also the fact I still had the rock!

"Relax. We’re still friends."

"Yeah. We still have so much in common, like putting our panties on one leg at a time." She said sarcastically.

"I know I got carried away, but if you want to know the truth, I think you won that one. Look at me!" She did look at me then, slowly, like we always did at the women we saw at the Mall. She smiled slightly but not enough to bring her out of her funk.

"I know, I know, and I’m sorry! I’ve had a whole week living like this," she gestured at herself, "to think about it! If I had the rock right now I would change you back the way you were this minute!"

"I can’t give you the rock, Bambi." I wanted to say I didn’t trust her with it, but something about trust and friendship seemed to make me ache inside for the things I did to my friend.

"I know!" She yelled. "What do you think has been tearing me up?!" She paused. "Don’t you think I know I screwed up? I let the power corrupt me, just like the villains in the comic books. Power corrupts!" She stated flatly.

"And absolute power corrupts absolutely." An old line we both knew from an old Spiderman comic. Just then there was another knock. We both turned to see a smiling Sandy standing there with today’s homework. She looked pretty hot, too! Her jeans looked like they were painted on, and her t-shirt with the ‘Hooters’ logo on it was strained by her braless tits! She immediately wrapped her arm around me and gave me kiss, pressing her big breasts against me in a very arousing sort of way! Bambi was intensely uncomfortable. Even changing me into liking to be a girl didn’t stop me from getting the girl.

"I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then." Bambi said. She got up to go but I laid my hand on her shoulder wanting her to stay longer. I had a change of heart just then and was hoping I wasn’t setting myself up.

"Sandy, I want to share something with you that up to now only Bambi and myself have known about." She only sat on the bed next to Bambi and waited.

"Hi. How are you?" She asked Bambi sincerely.

"Just fine." she replied sullenly. Sandy frowned only slightly. It was very hard to bring Sandy down. That’s one of the reasons why I liked her.

"You’re not going to say what I think you’re going to say, are you?" Bambi asked. I only nodded once before turning to Sandy.

"About a week ago, I found a rock that allows me to change things, like magic. As far as I know, it is magic!" I paused to see how she was taking this. She smiled patiently, so I continued. "I wanted to use it to get back at the people who, up to now, have made my life a hell! I also wanted to let my friend Mike get back at the people who made his life hell. See, we were going to change them in some ways, to humiliate and embarrass them so they wouldn’t bother us anymore." She looked at Bambi to see if this was a joke, but Bambi just looked all the more depressed. She turned back to me.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. Another thing is, I felt we could get away with a lot more if we both went in disguise, so I changed Mike and myself into girls." Sandy just looked at me with wide eyes. "Mike is now Bambi, and I used to be Jack, now Barbi."

"You mean I’ve been having a relationship with a man?"

"Uh . . . yeah." I was embarrassed with myself for lying to her at the start. She only seemed upset for an instant though before smiling at me.

"That’s okay. I could never be mad at you. You’re so beautiful and nice. You really turn me on." With that she came over and hugged me, kissing me deeply.

"So you’re not mad?"

"No silly. Why should I be? It’s not like you killed anybody." She looked at Bambi. "Did you?" Bambi was quick to answer.

"No! Not anybody."

"Wow! I feel really great now. I’m so glad you didn’t get mad. I feel better now that you know.:" She nod-ded then asked me the one question I didn’t want to answer.

"So, did you do anything to me?" Her head tilted slightly in waiting. I looked at Bambi behind her, seeing her shake her head ‘no’ frantically, then looked at Sandy again.

"Well, I did sort of make you fall in love with me. Well not really love!" I hastily added seeing her eyes go wide with anger and surprise. "More like a strong desire to be with me, and . . . like me."

"I don’t know what to say. I look at you now and know I should be upset, but nothing. All I feel is love" She shook her head in mild surprise. "And a strong desire to touch you, and kiss you." She exhaled.

"Uh, that would be my doing as well."

"I don’t understand. Why are you telling me this?"

"Well, when you do something to someone, and then make them like it, they can’t get rid of it, only you can." She nodded in understanding so I continued. "I did some things to Bambi that she can’t get rid of herself, and she did some things to me I can’t remove. As it stands right now I don’t feel comfortable giving the rock to Bambi for fear of what she may do to me."

"And I’ve been fearing for my life ever since you took it back!" Bambi yelled at me.

For the next thirty minutes Barbi and I complained back and forth, yelling and insulting each other, telling Sandy exactly all that had transpired between the two of us! In our eagerness to lay blame on the other, no details were spared, which made Sandy blush several times!

"Well then, I have an idea." Sandy stated while looking at both of us. Bambi perked up visibly and looked at me with hope. I could only admire Sandy for her understanding.

"You reverse all the things you’ve done to me." I nodded once. "Then you give me the rock and I reversed all the things you both did to each other." We both nodded once. "Then I take it and get rid of it!" Bambi and I looked at each other for a minute before we both agreed at the same time.

"I like it. Okay, here I go." I looked at Sandy and concentrated, mentally removing the two things I remember doing to her. She was looking around, expecting me to pull the rock out of hiding, when her eyes sort of got a blank look in them for a second.

"Better?" I asked her. She looked at me for a second, then at Bambi.

"I thought you said there was a rock?"

"I did. And you have to be touching it for the power to work." I then reached into my cleavage and pulled out the object of what was to be all of our desires realized. Bambi’s eyes went wide. Sandy just looked at it

"That’s it?" She scoffed.

"Yup. This is it. I sort of call it the transformation rock." I smiled at the title. "By the way. Do you feel anything when you look at me?" She sort of looked at me, and I could there was a big difference. She no longer felt a longing to touch or kiss me.

"Actually yes, but it’s the same thing I felt when I first saw you." I was confused for a minute before she cleared it up for me. "I’m actually a lesbian. Have been ever since I turned 14 or 15 years old. It’s one of those things you become absolutely sure of about yourself." I think I nodded once or twice but couldn’t really be sure. I was too dumbfounded about it. Sandy just smiled and reached out, plucking the rock from between my fingers. I smiled broadly and looked at Bambi who sat on the bed with an out of control grin plastered all over her face. What were the odds!

Sandy smiled as she studied the small stone in her hands, then looked at the both of us.

"Okay." She got up and stood a few feet away. "Both of you get together." I stood and sat next to Bambi on my bed. She looked at us as if she were looking at a painting. I think I realized what she was having trouble with.

"You have to know what’s been done exactly in order to reverse it. How about we both take turns telling you what we did and you reverse or remove it as we go?" I supplied.

"That’s a good idea." Bambi told me.

"Yeah, that’s a good idea." Sandy said. "But I need to know for certain you guys aren’t pulling a joke on me. I could be on camera right now!"

"Okay. Then do something with it, then reverse it." Sandy nodded in agreement then began to think about what she wanted to do. Her eyes never left mine however.

Sandy thought about what she wanted, and realized it was to teach these ‘men’ a lesson neither one of them would soon forget. She first decided to make them both eager and willing to do whatever she decided to tell them to. Next, she was a little concerned for Bambi’s mental state so she immediately decided Bambi would not only like being a girl, but would love it!

"Both of you sit there for a little while. I need to think about things."

"Okay." "Right." They both said. They wiggled slightly on the bed, getting as comfortable as they could. Bambi giggled and smiled the whole time. Anyone could tell the difference in mannerisms between Bambi of a few minutes ago, and the Bambi now. Barbi just looked at her strangely.

Sandy was not by any stretch of the imagination a mean person. Being nice and friendly to everyone was very important to her. And since being a girl was so much fun, she decided to permanently keep these guys as such. She believed there was a cosmic balance to maintain and as it was now, things were a little off in the world. She had the abilities to adjust them just a tad, in favor of the woman of the world, so that’s what she would do now. She wasn’t mad or anything at Barbi, but no one liked being brainwashed. She would’ve dated Barbi anyway, had she asked. Yes, she thought to herself, Barbi deserved to be punished, and she had an idea in what way, too.

First, she removed all compunctions from both of them. As for physical changes, she didn’t see any reason why either of them should be returned to their male forms. Barbi was really beautiful, almost a perfect 10 in her eyes, but Bambi needed a little something to compete with. After all, they were friends and would be hanging around together.

Grasping the ‘transformation rock’ as Barbi put it, Sandy made sure neither of them could attack her, leave, or even walk away. She asked both of them to stand so she could better see what she was doing then made them unable to sit or move away until she had finished.

Sandy had a good idea of what Barbi would have done to Bambi next, judging by the name she had placed on her friend, and by what Bambi had made her do in retaliation. She was also sure the whole thing was petty and childish to begin with. She decided they both needed to grow up much more. They also needed to know a lot more about men if they were going to be important contributors to the world in which they lived.

Sandy looked at Bambi’s face and figure, changing small things here and there as she went. Nothing big or fancy, just subtle things. Where there once stood a pretty girl with small breasts and a slightly larger than average bottom, there was now a very pretty girl with intensely beautiful eyes and an extremely erotic set of lips, sensuously swollen and pouty! Her skin was flawless and her hair was long and gorgeous, no longer a mousy brown but a velvety chocolate, shiny and strong! Her breasts had been increased from the small B cups into sexy D cups with large, sensitive nipples. Her waist remained slim, but only to emphasize the

width of her hips and butt, of which had not changed size but only become shapelier. She then gave Bambi the ability to act just like a girl, while still being his old self on the inside!

Sandy wanted to teach Bambi a specific lesson here and her punishment was based on what she had forced upon Barbi. From now on, whenever Bambi saw a cock, she would become sexually aroused with an overpowering need to give the man a blow job. While she was giving head, she would lose all inhibitions about sex, gender and her body, and would sexually please whoever was with her. There would be no boundries for her. She would become a sexual kitten! Sandy also decided to encourage Bambi’s love for sexy clothing and shoes, make-up, and accessories!

She then turned to Barbi. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, especially her. Barbi had really been a fun person and it was only too bad that it had all been fake. Or a compunction to act a certain way. She looked at Barbi’s body, just about perfect in every way, and thought about what to do. She would still be friends with Bambi, of that Sandy would make sure, but she didn’t want to give the same thing to Barbi. Suddenly it came to her. Bambi and Barbi! Such names!

First, she changed Barbi’s hair to platinum blonde curls flowing sexily down to her waist. A very alluring set of eyes that would capture any man, and a full pouty set of lips to entice with, though not in the same league as Bambi’s full pouty ones! Barbi’s voice would be very soft, high and breathy, like Marilyn Monroe’s, but taken to an extreme! No one would take her seriously whenever she opened her mouth.

Sandy looked at Barbi’s 42-25-36 figure appreciatively. If only she had been real. She made a couple changes to Barbi, slimming the waist a little further, plumping the buttocks out a little more, and enlarging her breasts. She also enlarged Barbi’s nipples until they stuck out a good inch, and were her thumbs thickness! Her skin, like Bambi’s, became flawless. She also gave Barbi a love for being a girl while retaining his old life. Unlike Bambi, she didn’t give Barbi any sexual behavior patterns to follow, merely the ability to act like the ditzy blonde she now was. In effect, a ditzy blonde lesbian! The usual things she thought ditzy blondes should have were, short attention spans, flirtatious nature, primping, a love for sexy clothing, high heels, make-up, etc. Sandy realized Barbi’s flirtatious nature would be directed at everyone, but the women in her life would definitely know which side of the fence she was on! If Sandy had to guess Barbi’s stats now, she would have to say she was a solid 46-22-38! Very striking! She looked at Bambi and guessed her numbers were about 40-23-40!

As the last thing she would do for them both, she made sure they would remain friends and stay together, helping each other in life. She made a note in her head, forcing her to remember it with the rock, that in 15 years she would search them out. If they had matured into good people and stayed out of trouble, she would help make them happy.

"You both are now free to do whatever you like. See ya!" Sandy quickly walked out the door, slamming it shut behind her. She heard a variety of exclamations behind her as she descended the stairs, but she had reached the street when the first scream was heard.

 

THE END

 

 

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