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The Changeling

By: renaissancemaiden



She knelt beside the swift-flowing brook, impatiently resting beside the rushing water on a small and sandy bank. It was autumn now, the leaves on the trees stained with the hues of a hundred different shades of red and yellow. They fell around her, some landing like little boats in the stream, others drifting to litter the ground beneath their parent trees. Aurora could hear some of the fallen ones crackling beneath her as she shifted her weight to a more comfortable position. In truth, she did not mind the wait, alone in her secret spot deep within the woodland. Here, in the forest, she felt the wild pull of nature all about her, a primal potpourri of woodland scents and the calls of the animals that dwelled there. It was here that she could be herself. It was here that Aurora could acknowledge her true destiny.

To mortal eyes, she seemed to be an incredibly beautiful woman, just barely twenty years of age. Most found her very pleasing to the eye, and she'd not lacked for boyfriends ever since she was old enough to understand what a boyfriend was for. Her features were sleek and well defined, her skin smooth and flawless and the color of cream. Aurora's hair was a deep red, almost a burgundy shade, so unusual that most jealous women swore it was dye and not nature's gift. But by far, Aurora's most startling feature was her eyes. They were the shade of green that one only sees on the freshly budding leaves in the springtime. 

Occasionally, as befitting her mood at the time, they were flecked with slivers of gold, or they darkened to the deepest emerald. But always it seemed as though her gaze bore right through you, past your skin and muscles, making its way into the depths of your soul. If Aurora looked at you long enough, it was said, she could drive you to do anything her heart desired. Her suitors were testament to that rumor, falling all over themselves to be by her side, even when the relationships eventually ended. And they always did. Aurora was fickle in love and in lust, and with good reason. For what humankind didn't know was that despite her very mortal exterior, Aurora was not fully of their kind. 

Twenty years before, a great crime had been committed, right on the banks where Aurora now sat. Twenty years ago, a lone male mortal had wandered into the forest pursuing fresh game. When his hunt failed to turn up anything, he had pressed deep into the forest until he stumbled upon the very stream that rushed past Aurora's bare feet. And there, much to his shock, he came across the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. A nature sprite, Daedra, was bathing in the brook that day. She had never seen a human man before. The human man had never seen anything like her, either. 

It was an instant attraction, one that led to a quick and passionate interlude there in the forest stream. But it was a forbidden union, and no sooner had their act occurred than it drew the attentions of the highest court in the land of Faery. The High King and Queen, Oberon and Titania, intercepted the lovers before they could part and laid judgment on their deed. The mortal man was put to death instantly, killed by the sword of Oberon's best guard lest he return to his people and speak of the things he had done. Daedra was to suffer his fate for disobeying her most High Lord and Lady, as per Titania's order, but as Oberon moved to announce the death sentence he discovered that the man's seed had found its mark. Because she was with child, the nature sprite found pity from their wrath. Instead, she became a prisoner, restricted solely to the realm of Faery. 

When her child was born, it was decided by Oberon and Titania that the child would be returned to the mortal realm, where she would live her childhood among the human race. It was only fitting, they deemed, since the blood that purged through her was half-human. That child, that changeling, was Aurora. Oberon himself had carried Aurora into the human realm, in the pitch black of night. Before he abandoned her on the steps to a local church, he placed around her neck a necklace that could never be removed. 

Enchanted by him, it would allow her to find her way back to the spot where she was conceived when she was of the age to understand her birthright. "In your breast beats the heart of a Fae child," Oberon whispered in Aurora's infant ear. "You will grow as no mortal child grows, and you will never be satisfied by a mortal's coarse caresses. When you grow of age to love, each year you will return to the spring where your mother conceived you. And each year you will take into your embrace a lover from the realm of Faery, until you conceive a babe of your own. When you have become heavy with a child of one of our kind, your blood shall be purified, and you shall join us in the world of the Fae where you shall take your rightful place among your people." He had left her with his charm about her neck, and his kiss upon her forehead, waiting to be found by the humans within the building. 

And so it was for this reason that Aurora, half-child of the Fae, waited by the stream. She knew it was time, time for the destined mating that Oberon had predicted when he abandoned her. It was evident in the reactions of her body, the tumultuous feelings racing through her blood. She'd lost her virginity to her last human boyfriend only a few months earlier. The act had been rather unfulfilling, despite his best efforts to make her feel pleasure at his hands. Aurora was anxious to feel what making love to one of the realm of Faery would feel like. A sudden wind blew through the forest, billowing the scarlet strands of her hair out like a cape behind her. The air was heavy, charged with electricity, and the golden charm about her neck suddenly began to grow warmer and warmer against her skin. 

Excitement welled up inside her like water behind a dam. She got to her feet, the necklace now so warm against her flesh it was starting to nearly burn. This is it, she thought, and she felt the coming of her otherworldly lover. Her body was already reacting to the tension like a response to a skilled paramour's touch. Beneath her thin, white cotton t-shirt, Aurora's nipples hardened, their full centers brushing against the worn fabric with her quickened breathing. Her stomach tingled as if fingers brushed against the velvety skin beneath her blue jeans, and where the denim material pressed tight against her sex, the petals of her flower were already gathering moisture and swelling in arousal. 

The sensations increased when a more violent wind ripped through the trees, and Aurora's knees got weak, a soft moan escaping her lush mouth. The water in the stream suddenly stopped flowing, frozen as if now made of ice, and above its still surface, a bluish ball of light began to form and grow steadily bigger. It grew more and more massive, until it became apparent that it was a portal opening between the human and Faery realm. Within the blue, swirling vortex, a figure began to appear, walking towards her from a road on the other side of the portal. It was her lover, arriving to sate the fire in her blood, to quench the thirst that suddenly burned within her loins.

When her chosen partner stepped through, his feet walking on the now-solid surface of the stream, Aurora's breath caught in her throat. She knew him, knew him from a faint memory as a child, though her eyes had only laid upon him once. He was taller than she, almost six and a half feet, and slender despite the chiseled muscles that defined his body. His hair was the shade of midnight and short, a mass of tight black curls reminiscent of the style on ancient Greek statues. Every inch of his flesh was tanned, but the bronze of his skin was not the same tan as a mortal. Rather, the dark skin fairly seemed to glitter, as if it were iridescent in way. 

He wore little, save for a laurel of eternally green ivy leaves weaved into his dark hair and a loincloth made of the same lush woven vines. His eyes were the most vibrant shade of gold Aurora had ever seen, more pure than the necklace about her throat. And on his back were the most incredible wings she'd ever seen. They were shaped like a dragonfly's wings, and shiny as though they were made of crystal. As he walked across the still brook, the light filtering down through the overhead canopy of leaves made them shine first purple, then gold, then green. He held out his hand, and the corner of his sensual mouth curved up in a slight smile. This, her lover, was the most important man in all the realm of Faery. This man was Oberon, husband to Titania, High King of all who dwelt within the other land. "I have waited for this day, child of Daedra," Oberon said, his voice lilting and musical with an accent not of Earth. "It is my right as High King that I be the one to initiate you to the pleasures a Fae lover can bring."

"What of Titania?" Aurora asked. Although she had never laid eyes on Oberon's immortal bride, she knew from the tales of men that had survived an encounter with the realm of Faery that Titania's rage was to be feared. 

"Titania knows of my rights, my changeling." Oberon smiled reassuringly at her. "She does not begrudge me my indiscretions. She has her own rights and privileges to initiate the male brood into our fold." He took a step closer to her, hand still outstretched. "Come. Shed the clothes of the human flock. Join me in this day of pleasure."

Aurora didn't need to be asked twice, not when every part of her body and soul screamed out for this, begged for this mating. She flushed a little, modest at becoming naked before such a powerful man, but she did as he bade. Her full, creamy breasts barely sagged when she stripped of her t-shirt and dropped it to the forest floor. By the time she tugged the tight jeans over her hips and down her long legs, Oberon had crossed the stream to stand at her side. He looked over her body, as if examining her for the slightest flaw. Aurora kept her fists clenched at her side, fighting not to cover her naked breasts. 

She was burning inside as Oberon paced around her. He admired the taut curves of her buttocks, the fullness of her chest and hips, the waist that was so tiny his large hands could span it easily. "You favor your mother, child of Daedra," Oberon chuckled. "One would hardly see the taint of human in your features at all. Did we not know you to be a half-breed, we would have taken you for an escaped wood nymph." It was meant as a compliment and Aurora took it as such, especially when Oberon moved to press against her body in approval. He lifted a finger to touch the charm, the gift he'd blessed her with as a babe. At his word, the necklace fell free of her slender throat, no longer needed now that she had found the place of her birth. The gold bauble fell unnoticed to the floor as Oberon gathered Aurora against his body, covering her mouth with his own.

Kissing Oberon was nothing like kissing her human boyfriends. It was like pressing her tongue to a pleasurable livewire, a current of pleasure that ripped through her heightened senses like a dagger. His lips, his teeth, his tongue plundered again and again, taking her breath and raising her desire. As their mouths moved in a mating dance, Oberon's hands found her naked flesh and began to stoke the mounting flames higher in her soul. Aurora moaned against his lips, as his palms ran over her shoulders to cup over her breasts. This felt so right, so perfect…..she felt a sense of belonging and it made tears well in her eyes. Beneath their skin, their heartbeats pounded in unison, the rhythm too fast and wild to be human. Oberon's long fingers found the coral centers of her breasts and sought out the hardened pearl embedded there. He gently flicked their tips over and over again, moving the pads of his fingers in circles over the tight buds until Aurora's whole body shuddered in time to his caress. Her hands came up in between them, resting on his hard chest, her nails digging lightly into the flesh of his breast hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks in the nubile and hairless skin. 

"Yes," she breathed, and the tears that had built in her eyes began to spill down her cheeks. "Yes, my lord Oberon." Her hips pressed against his abdomen as if she was fused there, moving in involuntary little thrusts against the flap of the ivy loincloth. Beneath the tangled leaves, Oberon was already fully erect, his sex a steely rod that ground against her. Aurora almost cried aloud with disappointment when his hands left her breasts, stroking down her body and behind her back. He cupped the bounty of her buttocks in his hands, lifting her to her tiptoes, pressing her harder against him. Everywhere skin touched, he was as hot as someone who bore a fever. Everywhere his fingers grazed, little shocks of passion made her body ache for more. Aurora closed her eyes, and let him pleasure her to new heights, her body going limp and pliable in his arms. 

She felt her world tilt suddenly, and realized she had been swept effortlessly off her feet to lie on the bed of dead leaves that cushioned the bank. They crackled and groaned beneath her body, tangling in the curls of her hair, tickling the bare skin of her back. Aurora felt the weight of Oberon's larger form cover her, his legs pushing her bare thighs apart so that he could nestle between them. Lips feeding on her throat, he pushed against her body, their sexes separated by the curtain of ivy leaves, miming the motion that he would complete once he entered her. But he did it to torment her, to tighten the spiral of passion building inside her like a wild storm. Aurora could do little more than sob when he moved down her body, feasting at will with his tongue and teeth. He nipped her breasts, licked a fiery path down her quivering stomach. When his tongue dipped in the tiny cave of her bellybutton, Aurora's eyes flew open in surprise. His path was leading directly to the core of her, the hungry little sex that was dying to be paid attention to. Her folds were already swollen and full from his ministration on other parts of her anatomy, and the moisture flowing from her was copious, not only covering her nether-mouth with juices but also forming a puddle of her desire on the leaves between her legs. When Oberon's mouth nipped at her lower abdomen for the first time, Aurora sucked in a shuddering breath, waiting for the first intimate kiss of her Faery King. 

Oberon was not about to give her the release she craved so easily, and instead of giving her the sensations her body cried out for he rose from her body, leaving her cold and naked and vulnerable for a second. Aurora's green eyes looked up at his laughing face, his dancing golden eyes as he winked down at her. "Easy, my changeling. This is a moment to treasure." He brought his hands to the leaves of the loincloth he wore, and his nimble fingers found a hidden clasp that Aurora couldn't see. The covering came loose in his hands, and she was exposed to him for the first time. 

Aurora was speechless, stunned. Her body couldn't possibly accommodate the thick weapon he bore between his muscular thighs. He was bigger than a mortal by far, bigger than any mortal she had seen, anyhow. His entire body was hairless, the sex not crowned by a nest of hair like a human. Somehow it made the turgid flesh of him seem almost intimidating. It was the length of her forearm, and thick enough that she judged her fingertips might not close about it properly. The soft, wrinkled sac that dangled beneath it was full and large. The sight of his glory thrilled and frightened her at the same time. Oberon watched her with a satisfied smile, reaching down with one of his hands and cupping himself to show her the width and length. "The Fae are a potent lot," he teased her, kneeling down beside her. "We take our pleasure where we will among each other. It is forbidden to spill our desires with mortals once you are fully among our kind, but I doubt you will miss it much."

"Oberon," Aurora whispered reverently, reaching out with her hand almost against her will. She had to touch it, that fantastic organ. She had to test it with her own fingers. He surprised her by straddling her shoulders, facing away from her face so that the pendulum of flesh hung over her face, the glorious shaft rising to rest against his stomach. "Explore at your will, daughter of Daedra," Oberon purred, and Aurora reached her hands up to do just that. As her fingers closed about him, Oberon bent his head again, and this time his kiss found the mark that Aurora had been dying for him to target. Pushing his way through the curls as burgundy as the hair on her head, Oberon's nimble tongue found the overheated sex between her thighs and began to lap at the fluids gathered there. She cried out, her body going stiff, loving the sensation of his mouth drinking from her chalice of flesh. She had never felt so alive, never felt anything like the burning need inside her. Her hand closing about the engorged width of him, she moved her fingers slowly up and down his impressive length while she leaned her head up to suck gently on the dark pink sac that hung before her mouth. 

They pleasured each other, Yin and Yang, man and woman. Oberon murmured his approval against her nether flesh, his breath a hot, tingling rush against her folds. His tongue found the hard, swollen mound that exposed itself and flicked over and over again. Aurora felt it then, like she was standing on the edge of a great cliff, waiting to fall. Her body tensed, every muscle in her body straining to reach the pinnacle, to ride the winds of her desire. Her hands fell to her sides, gripping fistfuls of the dead leaves in her hands. She screamed his name, her hips pumping once against his mouth as he gently nipped her pleasure center with his teeth. Then she was exploding, dying against him, her juices flowing like the stream had been. Every pore, every hair on her body stood at attention with sensation. Her body convulsed against him and she moaned with every contraction of release that flooded through her overheated senses. 

Oberon gave her no time to recover from the freefall of her climax. As she lay stunned, pliant, and shuddering on the forest floor, he gathered her into his arms. He held her close to his chest, her legs going to wrap about his waist. "Receive my blessing, changeling," He moaned against the nape of her neck, his tongue darting out to taste her sweat-dampened flesh. "Hold on tight." Aurora dimly registered his words through the fog of her convulsions, her arms limply winding around his neck. Then suddenly, he gave a great push, and the wings on his back lifted them high in the air. They were flying, flying at great speed and Aurora felt him nudging her damp folds with little thrusts of his hips. In one fluid motion, he slid within her heated sex, the last contractions of her first climax gripping and releasing him like a velvet fist. Oberon was far too big to fit inside her fully, but her silken nether mouth stretched to the best of its ability, fitting like a second skin around three-fourths of his length. And as they flew over the forest, high above the trees, his hips pumped in time with the beating of his dragonfly wings. 

With every thrust, the swollen head of his member pressed some secret button deep inside her, and Aurora was soon meeting his thrusts with her own, the pleasure mounting again as she valiantly tried to take every inch of him. She was caught unprepared by her second orgasm, slamming her body like he had stolen the breath from her. It wrenched a sob from her throat as she rode the violent storm of the throbs again and again, as her body pulsed about him in her pleasure. Oberon's skin grew incredibly hot against her flesh, and low guttural groans began to escape his throat. "In this mating, I purify you, Aurora," Oberon murmured his body going slick and tense beneath her. "Take me, take my offering into you. Receive the gift into your womb, and bear me a Fae child." And then he thrust once more into her, and Aurora felt him exploding within her, filling her with his seed. 


The Changeling



My name is Jerry Madison. I woke up this morning to what I hoped was the first day of my brand new life. It had not been an easy decision to make, but it was one I was hoping would add something that was missing from my life. I am a father of four, an ex-husband, and a man, who was soon to be a complete woman--or at least I hoped that that would happen. 

I had always wondered what it really felt like to be a woman, but was trapped within a man's body with no way to find out. I hated my vulnerable penis and my testicles. I hated having to be so macho all the time. I hated the responsibilities of providing for a family who did not understand my gender bias. My ex-wife called me all sorts of names including "queer" and "faggot." But I did not want to be a man having sex with a man, I wanted to be a woman having sex with a man. She could never understand that. Anyway it all came out at the divorce and she got permanent and total custody of the four children. I wasn't even to be allowed to see them without specific permission from the court. All this because of my desire to become a woman.

Then, last week, I read the ad: "Dissatisfied with your gender? Let GenderBenders have your body and we can change you from a man into a woman or from a woman into a man--fully functional in all aspects including the ability to have children naturally--the way nature intended. Totally reversible if not 100% satisfied. Satisfaction is guaranteed or triple your money back! GenderBenders does not use any surgical procedures and is 100% completely safe to the human body. Due to our completely revolutionary methods, you are only 30 days away from the gender you have always wanted, but which was denied to you by nature. The cost is well within the means of the average person and is a bargain for those who are dissatisfied with their gender. Additionally, no payment is due until you are totally happy with your new body." 

I answered the ad last week as soon as I read it and now I was on my way to becoming a woman. I was very excited with all the possibilities that this would open up in my life, a life which I found to be unbearable as a male with a cock and balls hanging obscenely between my legs.

When I had talked to the GenderBenders people, they explained that I would have to come to their special "spa" in the mountains for the transformation. While there, I would get a new birth certificate indicating I was female instead of male with a new name, if necessary. Since Jerry could be either male or female, I wasn't figuring on changing it. Per instructions, I had packed no clothing for my stay at the spa. I had been told that since I was changing my gender I would need an entirely new wardrobe and that it was part of the cost of the procedure. Besides sizing could be a problem once the changes were started. So, I basically packed a toothbrush and comb. 

At 8:30 that morning a car picked me up to take me to the mountains. It was a good size limousine and I expected to see others picked up along the way, but mile after mile passed without another stop. There was a snack tray and drinks available "on the house" during the trip. The little card said to help myself and to drink as much as my body would take.  I munched and I drank as the day passed from morning into afternoon. The brochure had not mentioned the location of the spa, just that it was very private and remote. I had a second drink, a third drink and finally a fourth drink before the road sounds seemed to lull me into a stupor. My eyes grew somewhat heavy and I lolled back into the soft leather seat. 

When I awoke, I was laying naked on a queen size bed in a very pleasant room that looked much like any upper class motel room. There was a television on a low dresser at the foot of the bed. A comfortable looking chair sat under a lamp in the corner and there were several occasional chairs scattered around the room . To one side was a curtain that I was sure would reveal a patio with a view and on the other side was a door that I assumed led to a bathroom, which was where I needed to go right now. 

I got out of bed and, though I was a bit wobbly on my feet, managed to open the bathroom door and make it to the commode. As I reached down to grab my penis to direct the flow of urine, I noticed that it seemed smaller than it had when I left home. And there were two lumps on my chest that hadn't been there when I had put my shirt on. My breasts were beginning to develop!

When I staggered back into the bedroom, a woman in a nurses uniform was there checking something on a clip board.

"Good morning, Jerry. I'm Charlene and I'm your nurse while you are here. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes. It's morning? I don't even remember getting here."

"Yes.  Well, that's the result of those drinks that you had in the car. They are designed to start the procedure but they sometimes have the affect of putting the person to sleep. You were one of our "sleepers" so to speak."

"Where's my clothes?"

"Oh, you won't need them at all while you are here. Only staff are allowed to wear clothing of any kind. All our guests are completely naked. There's really nothing to hide. We were all either male or female and got changed, so the human body is no mystery to any of us. You get your new wardrobe the day you are ready to leave us and rejoin society in your new gender."

"You mean...."

"Yes, two months ago, I was a male nurse working in a hospital. Now, I work here."

"But you're.."

Good looking? Fully formed as a woman? Yes, I am. And, if I am not mistaken, that is what you are here for, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, there are a few things you need to know about now that you are awake. First, the dining room is down the hallway to the left. You can't miss it. They start serving breakfast in about an hour. Next, you will have classes and psychological sessions each morning until noon. You have to attend all of these sessions. The afternoon classes will concentrate on those things you need to learn to survive in your new gender. In your case, you will be shown how to use make-up, how to dress yourself, and the proper way a lady eats and drinks in public. Of course, there will be other classes, but you'll find out about them as they are scheduled and you are ready for them. These classes will last until about 3 PM. After that you will have free time to read, watch television, or partake of any numerous outdoor activities. Of course everything will be geared towards how you will do them as a fully functional woman. Now, since you ar already awake for the morning, I suggest you start reading some of these pamphlets. They will answer all your questions much better than I can ever hope to answer them. Oh, you must drink as much fluid as your body can hold. There is a refrigerator fully stocked with this fluid over there near the outside door. They have a sedative mixed in with all the gender changing drugs.  Remember that it takes a lot of fluid for these gender changes to be made and the more you drink the less painful and the quicker it will be."

"I don't hurt at all."

"That's because you drank as much as you did on your way here. Now, I have another guest that I have to check on down the hall. If you need anything, there are two pulls near your bed, near your chair, and in the bathroom.  The blue one is for routine stuff. The red one is to be pulled only in emergencies such as severe pain or a fall while you are in your room. Please do not forget which is which. " With that she bustled out of the room with her hips swaying. 

My cock, or what was left of it, started to stiffen and it caused immediate pain.  I put the nurse out of my mind and as my cock softened the pain lessened. I reached into the refrigerator and took out a drink. I set it down on the table next to my comfortable chair and picked up one of the pamphlets. This one was entitled "You and Your New Gender: What to Expect." As I read, I sipped my drink and waited for the breakfast bell to ring.  I hadn't up to that point realized just how hungry I was. 

When I got to the dining room, I fond that each patient had his or her own tray with their new name on it. Since I was keeping Jerry, I had no trouble finding my tray. Above the trays was a large sign that read "Clients are NOT allowed to share food. Eat ONLY what is on your OWN tray. this is for your own protection." 

I was glad to see that I had a good size portion on my plate since I have always been a healthy eater. I am only about 5'7" tall and, despite having a large appetite, weigh in at about 135 pounds. I was wondering how much of a diet I would have to go on once my body had finished being transformed into a female.

After breakfast, I had my first session with Pauline who was to be my personal psychologist for my stay at GenderBenders. Pauline, until about a year ago, had been a man named Paul until she had made the decision to become what she was today, a very good looking woman. As a graduate, so to speak, of the program and considering her specialty, she was asked to stay on with GenderBenders and help others through the transition.

"Well, Jerry, how was your breakfast?"

"Not too bad. There was plenty of food and drink. I was glad of that since I'm such a big eater at home."

"Yes, well, we are going to have to learn how to curb that appetite. Mustn't put too many extra pounds, must we?"

"No" I agreed with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "I guess not, but I hope I won't have to go on too strict a diet."

"Diets are not used here. Behavior modification is the way we go. We make you want to lose the weight on your own. Of course, the longer you are here, the smaller your meal portions become until you are the perfect weight for your new body. No let's see...." Pauline reached for a folder on her desk and opened it. "It says here that you were married with children. How do they feel about your decision to become a woman?"

"The ex-wife, with the emphasis on ex-, doesn't approve at all and the courts have ordered me to stay away from the children if I go through with this, what the call, 'crazy scheme.'"

"I see, and are you willing to give all this up to become a woman?"

"I wouldn't be here otherwise."

"Er, yes. I guess that's true. Now, it also says here that you have no physical conditions that would preclude treatment."

"None that I know of. Er, Pauline?"

"Yes?"

"When does my transformation begin?"

"Oh it began before you even arrived here at GenderBenders."

"What do you mean?"

"Those delicious drinks you had in the limo, well they contained the necessary drugs and hormones to start the transformation. Let's see. Yes, that was three days ago."

"Three days ago? I'm a bit confused. I thought this was my first morning here."

"Well, it is the first morning that you have been awake and alert. You've had three days of exams and measurements coupled with a drug therapy that will shrink your penis into a clitoris and draw your gonads up into the body cavity. You have also had your memory selectively erased so that you will not know people from your past lifetime. This treatment that you have already started while you were asleep will also cause to voice to rise in pitch, your breasts to form and your body to start taking on the general dimensions of a female. You may have already noticed some of these changes."

"I did notice that my cock, er penis, was smaller and that I had budding tits, but I thought it was my imagination."

"Oh, it's not your imagination at all. It's really happening and by the time you are ready to fuck--we prefer to call a fuck a fuck here--your first man, your body will be ready for a man to fuck you. If everything works like it is supposed to work, then you will be released from GenderBenders and billed for services rendered. If not, you will have additional therapy until you can pass this fuck test."

"You mean that I have to sucessfully fuck somebody that I don't even know before I can leave here."

"Well, it will be a person who is having the opposite transformation done. I met my fiance that way last year."

"I don't get to choose who it will be?"

"You can most certainly request a certain partner and if that partner's development is equal to yours, the request will probably be honored, but, I must warn you, you need to remember that the fuck session will be their test as well as being your test. It requires a bit of a mutual element of bonding and acceptance. In that spirit, we have selected a person for you to meet and get to know. His new name is Joseph and he is at the exact stage you are at right now. You two will form your two-person group sessions for as long as you are together. The hope is that you will learn feminine things from her and she will learn male things from you."

"Sort of a self-help program, huh? I once knew a Josephine. I think that she was one of my wife's girlfriends. I wonder if it could possibly be the same person."

"I seriously doubt it. We try very hard to screen the people we accept so that those who have known each other in their previous genders will not run into each other here. As for the self-help program, you have hit the nail on the head.  I'll be here to facilitate things, of course, if they should get rough between the two of you, but we don't foresee that happening. If you find that you two are totally incompatible, we can find a substitute for each of you, but that sometimes means additional time being spent here and, of course, an additional cost as well. I'm afraid our time is up for today. We'll meet here every Monday morning at 9:30 and discuss your emotional progress. We'll also meet here during the week should problems arise between the Monday sessions. Most of the major adjustments will have to be done by nobody but you. The staff here can help and guide you, but we just cannot do anything about your ultimate acceptance or rejection of your new role in life."

"That's it? A half an hour and I'm done until next week?"

"No. A half an hour and you are on your own to learn about the new gender you have chosen for yourself. Joseph should be able to fill you in on such things as make-up and clothing though neither of you will wear clothes here until after you successfully fuck Joseph and he successfully fucks you. By successful, I mean you have to willingly accept his cock in your cunt, your ass, or your mouth and he has to get a total rigid erection and fuck you until he cums inside one of your body's openings, preferably in your cunt. Now, I believe Joseph is waiting outside to talk to you."

I got up and walked out the door to see a rather pretty looking girl sitting on a chair waiting for somebody, that somebody being me.

"Hi, I'm Jerry."

"Hello, Jerry. I'm Joseph, but I guess you can call me Joe. Nobody ever has, but you can be the first." I could see that she was as nervous about this meeting as I was and sat down beside her naked body. To say that she was a well-formed woman would have been an understatement and my shrinking cock rose to an instantly hardened state.

Joe glanced down at my member "I hope mine works that well when it grows out."

"I'm sure that it will."

"Jerry, what's it like to be a man?"

"I don't really know. What's it like to be a woman?"

"I see what you mean. We're born with it and grow into it so we really don't think about it, do we?"

"No, I guess we don't. But, Joe, getting a hard dick when you see a pretty young lady such as yourself is part of being a man--and you are still mostly a woman just as I am still mostly a man. I mean we've been here for only a couple of days and we can't expect to learn it all in such a short time can we?"

"No, but I'm sort of scared with what I'm feeling in my body. I mean, I still like men to look at me and react like you do, but I'm beginning to look at women the way I would have looked at men only a couple of days ago."  "Well, I haven't met enough people around here yet to tell if I'm getting those mixed feelings. So, we're going to be partners and help each other, right?"

"Yeah, that's what Pauline told me just before she pushed me out of her office so you could come in and get her pep talk. That's what it was, right, Jerry?"

"Yeah, I guess it was. Listen we're both in uncharted territory here. How about something to drink? I'd die for a cup of coffee right now."

Jerry, we can only drink bottled drinks with our own names on them. There are no coffee urns in the whole place. I guess you can get some bottled coffee if you ask for it, but there are no open drinks in the place."

"No hot coffee? Ahhh, well, I guess I had to break the caffeine habit sooner or later. Listen, what say we go to our rooms and get our drinks and we can meet someplace to talk about all this."

"Jerry, you and I have a new room. We share it. We are going to live with each other 24 hours a day until we leave here. My body is yours to explore and yours is mine to explore. When we get to the point where our genders have changed enough, we are going to be expected to fuck each other at least once a day, if not more often, just to get ready for the end of course test. And, we are allowed to fuck anybody else who consents to fuck us, either singly or in groups. We can even fuck the staff if they agree. But the major part of all this is to fuck our way into our new bodies. The physical changes should be over within the next week or so, but from what Pauline has told me, the emotional process is going to take about three weeks and that's why we fuck as much as we do. We have to get used to thinking and acting in our new gender."

"Oh."

"Didn't Pauline tell you any of this?"

"No. It must have slipped her mind. I wonder why she never mentioned any of it."

"Come on, I'll show you where we are going to be living for the next month or so." She took me by the hand and led me down a different hallway than the one I had come from.

"Joe, this isn't the way."

"Yes, it is, Jerry. Where we were up until today was a 'reception area.' Now we haved moved up to the residency hall."

We reached the room and went in. There was a single queen-size bed and a bookcase full of books. The mirror hung over the television which sat on a low table at the foot of the bed. A couple of comfortable looking chairs flanked another table near the sliding glass doors which led outside to a small patio. The entire ceiling was an enormous mirror and there wasn't a door leading into the large bathroom which was equipped with a shower and a tub.

After getting our drinks we sat in the chairs and started talking about male and female things. I probed Joe for make-up tips, something I had never really paid attention to with my wife. She probed my mind for such things as how the male acts in given situations and how to shave.

Joe showed me how to put on my make-up and then had me try it on myself. We laughed over my first efforts and Joe cleaned my face so I could start again. It took me three or four more tries before I finally got it right. It felt funny to be putting stuff on my face, but for some reason, I wanted to do it. The drinks seemed to help. That and the fact that my hands were definitely getting smaller, along with my shrinking cock. Maybe the size of the hand does reflect the size of the cock. I also noticed and Joe noticed that my breasts were getting larger as the day went on.

I noticed that Joe's breasts were shrinking and that a cock and balls had begun to appear to replace her cunt. Her hands seemed to be getting larger as the day went on and hair started sprouting on his face. I taught Joe how to shave. She cut herself a couple of times, but liked it much better when the hair had been removed.  Noon came along with its call to the dining hall where we picked up our labelled trays and carried them to the table. I was starting to notice the men in the group more and more and starting to guess how good they would feel inside me.  I'd never had that feeling before and was getting excited at the prospect of getting fucked by some of the studs that I saw around me. Joe watched my roving eyes and a frown came to his face. I watched his roving eyes as they started looking at all the women in the room. They were just as excited as mine must have seen to him. Him? Had I already started thinking of Joe not as a Josephine but as a Joseph? That was fast!




The Changeling



After lunch we talked some more. I noticed that Joe's voice was getting much deeper than it had been. He remarked at how throatily sexy my voice was becoming. We both decided on taking afternoon naps. Joe had never been married and had only shared a bed with somebody when they were going to fuck the night away. He started off by being gallant and offering my choice of sides of the bed. We finally settled down and I rolled over and kissed him gently on the lips. He reached over and rubbed my blossoming breasts. I then rolled over facing away from him and closed my eyes. 

There must have really been something acting like a sedative in those drinks because I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. When I awoke, I found myself alone in the bed. Then I found Joe standing in front of the commode splashing urine all over the bathroom and himself.

"How the fuck to you piss standing up with one of these things?"

"Here, Joe, let me show you." He already had a good three inch dick and was really having trouble hitting the middle of the commode. "First of all, you lift the seat. Then you take it in either one or both hands and aim for the middle of the bowl. You won't always hit it, but will most of the time."

"Fuck that noise. I can sit down instead and hit it every time."

"True, but standing up give you more options especially if you're someplace where you can piss against a tree or in the men's room at a urinal."

"Urinal?"

"Yeah, that's one of those things over there." I said pointing to the urinal hanging on the wall.

"Men actually piss standing in front of one of those things?"

"Yep. What did you think it was for?"

"Fuck if I knew. Damn it! I never had that problem when I didn't have a cock between my legs."

"True, but it is part and parcel of being a man."

"Fuck me! If I'd known that being a man included things like this, I might just forgotten the whole idea, but I really had no choice."

"What do you mean you had no choice?"

"Me and my big mouth. Listen, I never said that OK?"

"Sure, you never said that, but what did you mean by what you didn't say? I'm your partner remember, Joe?"

"Jerry, if I told you, you could find yourself in some serious danger."

"Try me. I've lived with danger before."

"I can't. If I do, I may as well not even go through all this process."

"OK. I won't press you, but if you need to tell me, I can keep my mouth shut."

"A pretty girl like you better know how to keep her mouth shut."

"Pretty girl like me?"

"Yeah, look in the mirror."

I looked in the mirror and found a rather striking woman looking back at me. Her breasts were about a C-cup--I found out later a 38-C--and the figure was enough to give a man a hard-on in an instant. Joe had a hard-on now that he had finished pissing. He reached over and grabbed me between the legs. 

"Uh, huh. Looks like your cunt is about 3 or 4 inches deep right now, but it's growing."

"Same with your cock, but it's only about 3 inches long right now and not very big around." I reached over and gave Joe's cock a tender tug or two.

"Oh, damn! That felt good. No wonder men like to have their dicks pulled on."

"Well, it felt pretty good when you went exploring too."

"According to the book I was reading while you were getting your beauty sleep, we won't be fully functional for another week, but the external characteristics will be complete in the next day or so."

"What do they mean by fully functional?"

"I won't have any sperm production or semen to ejaculate and your pussy won't get nice and slippery. Until we become fully functional, we can fuck but you can't get pregnant because you won't have any eggs until your ovaries finish forming."

"I wish you'd call it something besides a cunt or a pussy. It's a vagina."

"That's what I kept telling all those men who called it a cunt or a pussy, Jerry. Must be a man thing."

"Maybe, Joe, but it doesn't sound nice and I don't like it."

"Hey, Jerry, why don't you go fuck yourself, or better still why don't I fuck you?"

"Now, you're beginning to sound like a man!"

"That's what I'm becoming. I hope I sound like a fucking man." He and I quickly had our laughs and hugged each other. I could feel my newly formed breasts press against his shrinking chest.

"Well, Jerry, how about that fuck?"

"Well, Joe, I really do have a headache."

"That's what I thought you'd say."

"No, really, I have a very bad headache and my stomach is cramping something horrible."

"I used to get that way about once a month. I was a bitch to be around, or at least that's what my lousy boyfriend kept telling me."

"Joe, why did you want to become a man?"

"Well, I was tired of being pushed around by men just because I was a woman and weaker than they were. And I wanted to have some of the control that they seemed to have. Why did you decide to become a woman?"

"Simple. I wanted to be fucked instead of doing the fucking. I wanted to know what it was like to have a man stick his cock into me and make me pregnant. And I was tired of being the one that always had to be in control all the time."

"Hmmmm. Sounds like we had just the same reasons except in reverse."

"Yes, it does." I went back to reading my book about the female body and physiology and Joe picked up his on the male. We were quiet for quite some time. 

One evening about a week and a half later, I felt a really bad cramp and went into the bathroom. I gazed at the floor and the commode in horror. I was gushing blood from between my legs and it didn't seem like it would stop any time soon.

"Joe! I'm bleeding between my legs!"

"Jerry, that's just your period. It happens every month so get used to the idea of having it. You must be getting pretty close to being a fully functional woman. There are some pads and a belt in the medicine cabinet. I saw them there earlier. Put one on and it will keep the blood from going everywhere. If you need help with it, I'll be glad to show you how the belt goes on and attaches to the pad."

"How long does this go on?" I reached for the belt and the pad. After a few false starts, I managed to make all the right connections without Joe's physical help.

"Don't you remember your wife having her period?"

"Yeah, she usually had it for about a week."

"Well, for a week out of every month, unless you get pregnant, you will have your period. It lasts until your ovaries shut down and you go through menopause."

"Yuck!" I fastened the belt around my waist and attached the pad between my legs. "I didn't think about this." 

"Men usually don't think about a woman's period unless it stops them from fucking her when they want to have sex."

"Geez. There has to be some way to avoid all this blood."

"Not really. Not if you really want to be a complete woman and have children."

I went back in to my book and found the chapter that talked about the monthly period. I was appalled at what a woman went through on a monthly basis just to be a woman. The hormonal changes that created the PMS that women had to tolerate just to bleed each month. And the bleeding that told them that they had not conceived a child the previous month. It just seemed so unfair. And then I thought back to how I had felt about my wife going through the very same things, month after month with me griping about it.

The next morning, I woke to Joe's cock lodged between my ass cheeks and poking around my rear door.

"Just what are you doing?"

"Well, Jerry, you're on the rag but that doesn't mean we can't fuck. I can stick my cock up your ass and we can both feel good."

"Joe, if I wanted a man to stick his cock up my ass, I would have long ago found some faggot somewhere to do the job. Now get your cock away from my asshole! You can fuck me when I'm good and ready to fuck you and not before. And definitely not up my ass."

Joe rolled over and mumbled something about "fucking bitches" but I had already dropped back off to sleep. I awoke to find the bed empty and Joe nowhere in the room. Somehow, I felt empty and lost by myself. Damn it, where was that son of a bitch when I needed him to talk to?

As the days went by, I began to feel the need to have Joe penetrate my body. My vagina had reached some sort of plateau. The period had ended and I began to get extremely horny with a lot of slippery fluid seeping out of my pussy lips and dripping down my legs.  I was wondering how women coped with this all their lives.

Joe and I watched my pussy develop just as I watched his cock and balls develop. His cock had reached an impressive seven and a half inches when soft and grew to about nine or ten inches when it was stiff. And, it seemed to stay stiff most of the time just like I had when I was going through puberty those many years and a gender ago. His balls were beginning to hang lower on his scrotum. On the seventh day after his attempt to invade my pussy, I decided to let him fuck me, at least in my pussy. I still wasn't sure about up my ass but I was somewhat curious as to what his cock would taste like in my mouth.

That morning, I decided to wake him by sucking his stiff cock and then surprise him with a good, hard fuck. A good hard fuck was something I needed right then and I was determined to have one either from Joe or from one of the other male appendages walking around the spa. We were allowed to fuck any place on the grounds or in the buildings, so I was seeing a lot of fucking going on around me. I think all that fucking was one of the reasons Joe stayed so hard all the time.

My mouth came closer to his cock head. I licked the very tip with my tongue and tasted the droplets oozing from the slit on the end. I swirled my tongue around the slit and tried to poke it in. Joe moved in his sleep, probably thinking he was having an erotic dream. My mouth surrounding the crown of his uncircumsized cock drew a moan from Joe that seemed to start down in his toes. My tits grazed his thighs as I bobbed my head up and down trying to draw that precious fluid from his body. Suddenly I wanted, no needed, to draw that fluid into me, even if it didn't make a baby grow in my belly. I felt Joe reach down and put his hands on my head.

"Ohhhhh, Jerry, that feels so good! Don't stop."

As if I could stop with him holding my head on his cock. "Mmmmpppfff" was my only answer as I tried to take his full ten inches down my throat. To say that I didn't succeed would be the understatement of the year. I gagged and fought to keep the contents of my stomach in my stomach. Joe let go of my head and reached down for my lovely large tits. He caressed them and pinched at the nipples. I felt funny down in the pit of my stomach, like fluttering butterflies were attacking my insides and then I went into spasms--a climax just from having my mouth on a man's cock and having my tits caressed and pinched. Damn! It felt so good that I didn't want it to end, at least not right then and there, but the feeling was subsiding. 

My head was still moving up and down at least a part of Joe's monster cock and I felt it stiffen even more than it was. Joe never warned me of his impending cum, he just let loose in my mouth.  I swallowed and almost choked on the sheer volume of fluid jetting from the end of his cock. Some of his creamy cum dripped from my mouth and trickled down onto Joe's hairy balls. I took my head off his cock when the spurting had finished and licked the stray cum from his family jewels.

"Jerry, that was fantastic! "

"Your cock better get hard again. I want to feel you inside my pussy."

"Let me eat you first and get you ready."

"I'm ready now."

"Well, Jerry, let me make you even more ready. Trust me on this. My old boyfriend used to eat me sometimes and you don't know what you're missing until you've been eaten. I've never done a woman before, but I think I remember how I liked to be eaten. Now lay back on the bed and spread those pretty legs. Let me see those gorgeous cunt lips of yours."

I did as I was told and Joe got into position between my legs. As soon as his tongue touched my inner thigh, I knew I was going to enjoy being eaten by this man. His tongue touched my thighs in feathery dances going close to my forming labia and retreating before it reached them.  Joe's hands pushed my legs wider and I obliged, giving hime total access to my blossoming womanhood. If I thought the touch of his tongue on my thighs was something, it was nothing compared to the feeling that ran through my body when his lips finally touched my outer lips. Joe licked from the bottom to the top and back down again. On the next trip up, I felt his tongue stiffen and probe my pussy for the first time. If a tongue felt so good, how was a fucking cock going to feel stuffed inside my pussy?

Then it hit me. I didn't know if I could take Joe's stiffened cock inside my cunt. It looked awfully big to me and I was beginning to have second thoughts about the whole thing that I had started by sucking him off. Just then his tongue hit a spot that almost sent me through the roof with joy. 

"What the fuck was that?"

"That was your fucking clit. Feel good?"

"Fuck yes! Do it some more." Joe sucked and licked my clit and I knew that I had found the button that would lead to joy. Damn, why hadn't my wife shown me her clit? Why did I have to find out at the hands of a man? My stomach began to feel pleasantly funny full of little quivers and electrical pulses that got stronger and stronger as Joe licked and sucked my clit. I felt slippery and slick between my legs and almost passed out from the enormous pleasure that raced through my body starting from my toes and exiting in a gush from my hot pussy.

"For God's sake, stick your fucking prick in my cunt right now and fuck me!"

"Are you sure?"

"Joe, if you don't fuck me right now, I'll find a broom handle and do myself! Now get your cock fucking my cunt and don't stop until both of us have cum again."

Joe quickly positioned himself between my legs and I felt my first prick enter my new pussy. No longer would I have a virgin cunt. He pushed in slowly letting my body have time to adjust to his width. I felt so full as he plumbed deeper into my body. Finally, I felt his balls slap gently against my asshole. I had taken his entire cock into my body and it felt great.

"Damn, but you're tight Jerry."

"And your fucking cock is huge."

"You ready?"

"Yeah. Take it easy at first OK?"

"Uh huh." I felt a gentle in and out motion, a movement that left me feeling empty whenever Joe pulled his cock back until just the head remained in my hot clutching pussy. My body fluids, the fluids I was worried wouldn't be there, made his penetration feel like heaven. As our bodies adjusted to each other, Joe began to probe my insides a bit harder and faster. I started humping up to meet his thrusts and both of us were breathing quite a bit heavier than we had just minutes earlier. Suddenly, I felt that electrical feeling flooding through my body and tried to slow it down, but Joe's movements had gotten even faster and jerkier than they had been and I couldn't control my climax, but then again, neither could he. His cock shot his sperm deep inside my body and my body drenched his balls with its own juices. 

"Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! Fuck me Joe. Don't stop." I kept humping up at him, but his cock was starting to wilt and soften and soon popped out of me with a soft plopping sound.

He rolled off me and we lay side by side catching our breaths. As we came down from our orgasmic highs, the door opened and Pauline walked in with a smile lighting up her face.

"Damn but that was so sexy! You two should be proud of yourselves. You are fully a week ahead of where you should be right now in your development."

Joe looked at Pauline "What the fuck are you doing waltzing in here? Don't we get any privacy at all when we're fucking?"

"For the moment, no. Joe, you and Jerry have been taped since you moved into this room. We know when you tried to stick your prick into Jerry's ass. We know all about how you helped Jerry over the confusion of her first period, a period that happened much later to her than it does to any pre-teenage girl. We know how many times you each have been to the toilet and what you have done in the bathroom, including your masturbation session last night after Jerry was asleep. Oh, don't worry. If you hadn't started masturbating, we would have been seriously worried about your development. Up until now, you have had no privacy at all. We have had you taped each of your waking and sleeping moments to check your development rates. That was necessary to adjust our beverage-based medications. But, neither one of you will ever sleep in this room again."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Jerry, the two of you are both going to be admitted to our hospital wing for tests and measurements and the like. After than you will be moved into a room that has no listening or video devices in it. You will each have a private room. You will still be able to visit each other without any observation for the remainder of the time you are with us which won't be much more than a week or so."

"Why that long? Pauline, if we're ready why can't we go now?"

"Jerry, you're not ready. Neither of you are completely ready. Your body has made its physical adjustments into your new gender, but you do not know how to act in your new gender. That comes once you have left the hospital wing which should be tomorrow or the day after depending on the results of your tests which should turn out just fine."

Both Joe and I followed Pauline down to the hospital wing of the clinic and we were shown into separate rooms. We were told to take showers and to pay particularly close attention to our genital areas. The nurse gave me instructions on how to douche and I cleaned the inside of my vagina with loving care remembering how full it had felt with Joe's thick cock plunged into it. I almost came from the thought of what we had done.

When I came out of the bathroom, I found a frilly nightgown which I put on. There was a note instructing me to turn on the television. After I turned on the television, I found myself watching a critique of our lovemaking complete with the entire act on video. Just watching the action made me damp between my legs. The woman who was providing the critique had tailored it to my new gender and what I should or should not have done to enhance Joe's enjoyment of our copulation. I found out later that Joe's critique was made by a man and was approached from the opposite point of view. It explored what he had done right or wrong in exploring my body and having sex with me. Obviously, we were being tested individually and as a couple in our performance of the sex act.

I took a drink from the fresh bottle beside the bed and almost immediately started getting drowsy. I figured that this was the way I was expected to feel so laid down on the bed and fell into a relatively deep, dream-filled sleep. In my dream, I was poked and prodded with various instruments in my new vagina and stuck with needles, a lot of needles. When I awoke, it was dark in the room.

I turned on the light beside the bed and found myself in yet another room. This room looked as if it belonged in a house and was pleasantly decorated instead of being hospital utilitarian. The covers on my bed were frilly and pink as were the drapes at the windows--drapes instead of the usual venetian blinds. 

I moved under the covers and threw them off so I could use the little girl's room across the room from the bed. I was surprised to see myself in a frilly semi-transparent nightie with lacy matching bikini panties that just barely covered my mound--not the nightgown in which I had gone to sleep. My pussy felt tender as I pulled the panties down and sat down on the toilet seat. The fluid rushed out of my bladder and in seconds, I was empty. I dried my pussy lips with toilet tissue and stood up. 




The Changeling



In the mirror I saw this lovely young woman with flaming red hair down almost to her waist and my own blue eyes. I admired the figure she presented from the lovely C-cup breasts to the slim waist and flaring hips. Her legs were legs to die for or to spread wide in lust. I loved what I saw and realized that GenderBenders would not triple my money back--I was a fully satisfied customer.

Walking back to the bed, I glanced at the clock and realized that it was almost noon. I opened the curtains and lovely sunlight filled the room and dazzled my eyes. Now, where the hell was Joe when my hot pussy needed his hard cock? Rummaging around, I found that the spa had furnished me with several dildos in various sizes and colors. There were two that were soft and pliable like a man's cock and there was one that was as hard as a piece of steel. I wanted something soft and pliable and chose one that resembled Joe's dick with its slight upward bend at the head. I plunged that fake cock deep into my pussy with the first thrust and almost screamed at the joy of the penetration. A few quick, hard thrusts was all it took to bring my body shuddering to a huge climax.

As if I were afraid to be caught with a dildo in my pussy or my hand, I quickly cleaned the fake prick and myself. I pulled my panties back on and laid back down on the bed. As if on cue, the telephone beside the clock rang. I hesitated but a second before I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, Jerry. How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good, but hornier than hell."

"Well, that's a good sign. What I was calling to invite you to your graduation party. You are ready for it, you know."

"No, I didn't know. You only separated Joe and me yesterday."

"Jerry, we separated the two of you over a week ago. You were a little slow catching on to you lessons so we have had to keep you an extra day or two to make sure you understood the course matter."

"A week! Understood the course material--I never attended class."

"Yes, you did. While you were asleep, you were fed instructions directly from our computer into your brain by way of tiny implants." I reached for my scalp and ran my hand through my hair.

"I don't feel any implants."

"That's because they were removed last night after you passed your finals. You are, in all respects a woman. You think and act like a woman and can bear children in your womb. It's time for you to have your "coming out" party. It's at 7 PM. Please don't be late." The phone went dead in my ear just as there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

"Hairdresser, madam. I'm here to fix your hair for tonight's party."

"Geez, you guys work fast." I opened the door to let a rather smallish man prance into my room. As he was setting up, there was another knock at the door and I opened it to reveal a woman carrying a gorgeous light purple strapless gown over her arm.

"We just need a quick final fitting, madam, and then I can have my seamstress finish your dress for this evening." Unceremoniously she lifted my nightgown over my head so that I was standing only in my skimpy lace panties.

"Please, there's a man in the room."

"Louis? Oh, he doesn't mind, do you Louis?"

"Certainly not, Merle. Seen many young ladies in their panties."

"Well, I sure as hell mind! Louis would you care to step out into the hall for a moment while I try on this dress?"

"If you wish, madam, I will, but your body does not have anything other than I have not seen in the past week."

"You've seen me like this?"

"Oh, no, madam. I've seen you totally naked and you were very pretty naked, if I do say so myself."

"OK, stay then."

"Fine, madam. I will be ready for you by the time Merle is through sticking you with pins."

"I do not stick these young ladies with pins. You must have me confused with Greg."

"Never! You and Greg don't look a thing alike. He's got a cock, you don't."

"Will you two stop this bickering and get me ready?" Merle drew the dress over my head and it floated down my body seemingly molding itself to my curves. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and smiled at my reflection. It was true. My dream had become a reality. I was honestly and totally a woman. If only my ex-wife could see me now.

Merle took the dress back over my head and promised to have it by 4 PM. Louis then put me into a chair and draped a sheet over my near naked body. He was a master with hair and soon had my coiffure done to perfection.  Instead of leaving it hanging down my back, he had coiled it on my head and pinned it up.

Just as I ushered him out the door, the make-up department sent over their expert to make sure my make-up for tonight was just as perfect as it could be. It didn't take him long and I was finally alone for about five minutes before the gown was returned to me. I glanced at the clock and it was just 4 PM. I fiddled around with my jewelry and pulled the gown over my head being careful not to dislodge Louis' creation. After that, I polished my nails and made sure they looked presentable. I was amazed at how small my hands had become in the past month.

The feel of the silky dress rubbing against my nipples soon had them standing out in hard little nubbins from my breasts. The soft thong panties seem to pull up between my pussy lips and everytime I moved my legs they stimulated my still hidden clit. As I looked in the mirror I couldn't believe that less than a month ago I was a man with a cock instead of a very horny woman with a dripping cunt. I could almost smell my own sex as I patiently proceeded with my preparations for tonight's gala.

At 6:30 I started worrying about being late, but the card on the table had said that I would be properly escorted and not to leave the room before my "date" arrived. I remembered just how much I hated blind dates back in my younger days and decided I still hated them.

With about ten minutes to spare there was a knock at my door. I opened it and found Joe standing there in a tuxedo and black tie. To say that he was handsome would have been an understatement. To say that I wanted nothing more at that moment than to haul him into my bed and fuck his cock sore, would have been an even bigger understatement.

"Hello, Jerry. These are for you." Joe handed me a dozen longstem roses.

"Thank, Joe. They are beautiful. Let me put them in some water before we leave." I filled a vase with water and put the roses in it. When I turned back, Joe had a corsage to pin on my bosom. I gladly let him pin it on and he went out of his way to caress the top of my left breast with the back of his hand.

"Joe, that feels really nice, but we do have to be going. Maybe later, OK?"

"OK."

Joe took my arm and we walked down the hallway to the ballroom where the soiree was to be held. The band was playing a slow waltz tune as we neared the room. As we approached the head of the receiving line, a voice announced "Miss Jerry Madison and Mister Joe Kilgour."

"Joe, I never knew your last name."

"You never asked for it, even after we became intimate and it just didn't seem to matter."

"I guess you're right. Names don't really matter, do they?"

"Nope. Only to pin guilt on the guiltless."

We proceeded through the receiving line shaking hands as we went. Most of the people in the line were complete strangers to me, but they seemed to know each and every person who went through the line by their first name without any visible prompting.

"I never knew there were so many people here."

"Me either. I wonder if some just came in for the evening."

'Shall we dance, my dear."

"I'd be honored Mr. Kilgour."

We danced to a formal waltz and when the band broke into another slow tune, we melted in each others arms. Joe's arms had really filled out in the past week and he felt as hard as a rock all over, not just in his half aroused cock. In the middle of the dance a gentleman came up to us and tapped Joe on the shoulder.

"I'm very sorry to interrupt your dance, but might I please have a word with Miss Madison. It's very, very important, I'm afraid." When Joe did not seem inclined to leave, the gentlemen continued "It's also a very private matter, sir. I promise you can have her back in a few minutes."

I watched Joe as he reluctantly left my side and headed for the open bar.

"Now, can you please tell me what this is all about?"

"Please, Miss Madison, come with me. There is a gentleman who needs to talk to you about an extremely urgent matter."

"Of course I'll follow. Let's get this over as quickly as possible, shall we?" I'm afraid my annoyance was showing through in my voice, but I was annoyed at being taken away from a man whose company I was really enjoying.

I was led into a small room that appeared to be some sort of library and there was a police officer standing there.

"Jerry Madison?"

"Yes."

"I don't quite know how to say this. I found out from you son that you were here." The disgust in his voicewas barely concealed. "I hate to be the one to break some bad news to you, but your ex-wife Sandra was killed in an automobile accident early this morning. She apparently lost control of her car and ran into a bridge abutment head-on. From what I understand, she was killed instantly."

"Oh, my God!" I was stunned. One part of me rejoiced that the bitch was dead. The other part, the sane part, was saddened by the loss.

"Miss Madison, I need you to come with me. Your son is watching over the remaining children, but we need to get you home to them."

"Of course. Let me make my regrets and change clothes and I will be more than willing to go with you."

I went and found Joe. When I told him what had happened he offered to come with me, an offer I readily agreed to. We then both found the host and hostess of the gala and explained the situation to them before leaving the room and heading for our own quarters to change into street clothes. Thirty minutes later, we met with packed luggage at the front door of the clinic. Pauline was there to say goodbye and wish us both luck.

We were both put in the patrol car and driven to what had been my home before Sandra and I had divorced. I was a bit worried about how the children would react to Joe and, quite frankly, to me now that I was a woman.

When we got to the house, we were met at the door by Jacob, my oldest who looked at me from head to foot.

"Wow, Dad, you sure have changed since the last time I saw you."

"I guess I have at that, but don't you think that calling me Dad will be a bit akward? Why don't you just call me Jerry instead?"

"OK, Jerry. I guess it is better than Mom and I was afraid that that was what you would want us to call you."

"Jacob, where are the rest of the kids?"

"They are in bed. I put them to bed about an hour ago."

"OK. Oh, where are my manners? Jacob, this is Joe. Joe, meet Jacob, my oldest son."

The how-do-you-do's were exchanged and I could tell that Jacob had no idea that Joe had been a woman up until a month ago. The testosterone was definitely showing in the way they shook hands, both trying to outdo each other with the firmness of their bone-crushing grips. I ignored this little exhibit of the macho man syndrome and started up the walk to the house. To their credit, they both took the hint and followed me.

We went inside with Jacob helping with my suitcase and Joe carrying his own. Jacob took my suitcase to what had been his mother's room--and mine as well when we were together. He wasn't very happy when Joe followed with his own and set it in the corner near the door, but said nothing.

Back downstairs we chatted for awhile about what we knew about the accident and how all of them had been doing in my absence. Then came the big question. How would the court view my sex change? Would they allow me to keep the children or would they take them from me?

Jacob, had been staring at my tits all evening while we talked. He looked one last time at my tits with a lingering stare and then excused himself explaining that he was tired and was going to bed. I kissed him goodnight with a gentle peck on the cheek and watched him go up the stairs to the room he shared with his younger brother. That room was right next to the one that Joe and I were going to share when we went to bed, but I was sincerely hoping that we weren't going to go right to sleep when we got there. 

My pussy had been leaking juices all evening every since Joe had held me tight on the dance floor and I was ready, really ready for this to happen. That leak felt almost strong enough to leak down my thighs. When I suggested that we go to bed, Joe smiled and held out his hand. We quietly walked up the stairs and turned into the room closing the door behind us. The light filtering in through the windows was all the light we needed to get undressed.

We watched each other methodically remove our clothing and fold them over the back of a chair in the corner.

"Are you sure you're OK with this Jerry? I mean I'll understand if you don't think this is the right time, what with your ex-wife dying and all."

"Joe, just shut the fuck up and make love to me. Gently, please. I'm not in the mood for a hard fuck, just a fuck. My pussy is on fire and I need you to put that fire out."

"Jacob was staring at you all night."

"Yes, I know. I'll have to talk to him about this and find out how he feels about his dad having a cunt and tits."

"Well, he likes the tits. I can tell you that."

"You could see it too?"

"Yes. He was staring at them so hard, I thought he was going to burn holes through your lovely nipples."

"Well, they're still for you tonight, if you want them."

"Jerry, I want them very much. Let me show you how much I want all of you." Joe proceeded to tickle my nipples with the tip of his tongue causing them to stiffen and pop out from my areolae. After tickling first one and then the other, Joe's mouth came down hard on my nipple and he suckled it like he wanted to draw milk out of it. I fell back on the bed, but Joe never lost contact with my nipples. From there he trailed his tongue to the valley between them and slowly down my stomach. 

I ran my hands over his back and cupped his ass cheeks in my hands, kneading them with a firm but gentle grip. Joe moaned aloud as I reached between his legs and cupped his ball sack with my right hand. I swung his legs around and pulled his cock to within reach of my mouth. HIs tongue found my slit just as my mouth closed over the head of his prick. We both moaned our pleasure.

I could feel that now strangely familiar feeling growing in the pit of my stomach as Joe's tongue and teeth and lips caressed my extended clit. My juices were flowing and coating his chin with its slipperiness. His loving mouth urged me to suck on his cock with even more force and I felt it stiffen even more than it already was.

"God, Jerry, I'm going to cum in your mouth."

"Go ahead. I want you to." I replied lifting my mouth from his cock just long enough to get the words out. His hips started a jerky dance that I was learning meant that he was getting close to releasing his sperm. I formed a seal around the crown of his dick and inhaled until I tasted the first spurt of hot male sperm splash into my mouth. I swallowed like a woman possessed and very little actually dribbled down my chin. Just as Joe's spurts had begun, I felt my body shudder through an incredible climax. I was thankful I had a mouthful of cock or Jacob might have heard me scream with joy.

Joe changed positions until our mouths fused together in a deep, sensuous kiss. I knew he could taste his sperm on my tongue just as I could taste my hot girl jizz on his tongue. I reached between his legs and found his cock was still hard, almost as hard as if it had never cum in my mouth just moments before. I tugged on it and Joe lifted himself in position to probe my cunt lips with it tip.

I guided him into my body and froze as I felt his cock slide all the way into me, right down to the balls hitting gently against my still virgin asshole. I still had my reservations of having a cock in my ass, but I was also still thinking about it.

Joe started moving his hips in a slow rhythm designed to prolong our lusty feelings for as long as possible. I could feel his dick banging at the entrance to my womb, striking the cervix in an almost painful way, trying to break through into the uterus. I matched his thrusts with some of my own and lifted my ass to meet him on his downstrokes. I was in heaven. I was a woman and I was getting fucked by a man, the way a woman should be fucked by a man.

We stayed in this rhythm for a long time until we both could hold out no longer. His cum and mine splashed all over his balls and the crack of my ass as we cum together without any hurry or desire to hurt. Afterwards we lay side by side until sleep claimed us. 

Only then in that twilight zone between waking and sleeping did I hear the small noise coming from the closet and see the door open just enough to let Jacob slide through. I didn't know what to do. I knew he had watched us fuck while hiding in the closet, but somehow I wasn't very upset.

The next morning I told Joe about what I had seen and he too wasn't overly concerned with what had happened. As he put it what was done could not be undone. He had a point, but I was determined that if Joe and I were going to have a life together, we would have privacy from my son. Still I said nothing as Jacob got his siblings up and dressed. They were all surprised to see me as a good looking woman instead of the man I used to be, but they all took to calling me Jerry, even Eloise who was just turning eleven.

Breakfast was somewhat somber as the reality of their mother's death hit each of them. We talked things out about what was going to happen in the next couple of days and in the weeks and months to come. Sandra's parents were due to arrive later in the day and I was dreading that meeting. Joe and I finally got some time alone and he turned to me with sadness in his eyes.

"What's the matter Joe?"

"I have to go."

"What do you mean? You don't have to leave."

"Yes I do. I haven't been totally honest with you in the past month. You were my assignment. I was to make sure that you could make the change from male to female without hangups."

"I know that. You were my assignment, too."

"No, I wasn't."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I have been both male and female about ten times each. I am a changling and change genders back and forth helping others to adjust. Next week, I will be helping another person make the change except this time I will return to being a female and the person will be a woman becoming a man."

"What are you talking about? What are you trying to say, that I'm going to lose you too?"

"Yes, Jerry, you're going to lose me too. I have no choice. This is the life I have chosen to live and I get paid well for what I do. Four months ago Pauline was named Paul and I helped her become a woman. I then changed back into a woman to help one of the other doctors at the clinic become a man. So, Jerry. I really have to leave and I have to do that now before it gets any more complicated."

Joe walked back upstairs and in just a few minutes came back down with his bag. A cab was just pulling up as I watched him walk out of the front door and out of my life. When I turned around, I saw Jacob standing there watching me.

"So he's gone, huh?" He walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder.

"Yes, Jacob, he's gone."

"For good?"

"Yes."

"Good, now we can have you back again." Jacob gave me a gentle squeeze and a kiss on the cheek.

"Jacob, I'm no longer your father. Your mother's folks aren't going to let me take you kids and raise you."

"You don't know that for sure do you? I know you're no longer my father. I saw that last night."




The Changeling



"I know you did and you really shouldn't have been watching us. Jacob, I'm a changling and they will not accept the fact that your father is now a fully functional woman."

"Mom, I know I shouldn't have been watching you, but you are such a sexy looking woman, it's hard not to look at you all the time. You leave grandpa and grandma to me. I can handle them. After all, you're our mother now."

Somehow, when all this started, I had no idea that it was going to end--or was it really a beginning?--quite like this.



The Changeling Baby



"Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand,  For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand."

-WB Yeats, "The Stolen Child"

***

William didn't tell anyone that the baby spoke to him. Who would believe it? Instead he ran away. His parents would probably be angry, but what else could he do? Not stay, certainly. Not with...whatever it was, still in the room.

The Menskrs had lived in the apartment downstairs for years and had been trying to have a baby for as long as William or his parents could remember, so his mother they all pay a congratulatory visit and see the new arrival. William hadn't much been interested, but going along was easier than arguing. He lingered over the crib while his parents and the Menskrs talked in the living room. He had never really watched a baby for any length of time before. It was kind of ugly, but he guessed newborns always were. The little tyke ("Foster," what kind of name is that for a kid?) had been asleep most of the time, but now he opened his scrunched-up little eyes, gurgled and tried to wave his stubby arms, which even William had to admit was pretty cute. 

Then something strange happened: The baby's expression changed. Most of the time a newborn doesn't have any real expression at all unless it's smiling, crying, or about to cry. But William could swear that the baby really was looking right at him and thinking, considering, pondering, in a way that was impossible for a child only a few days old. He tried to tell himself it was all in his head and he was just about ready to believe it when, plain as day, the baby opened its mouth and spoke in a voice that was strong and clear and nothing at all like the voice of a child: 

"You have to go home, William," it said.

His first instinct was to scream. Instead he stood there, paralyzed. The baby watched, its cold little eyes filled with sagacit, and then it repeated: "You have to go home, William."

So William ran. He was sure that if he called for his parents or the Menskrs the baby would not speak to them, for surely it had waited until they were alone on purpose? And what could he tell them? How could he explain? Even he didn't understand what had just happened. He ran from the apartment and from the building and all the way to Golden Gate Park. He found a small playground, empty of children in the early evening hours before dark, and sat on a swing, kicking the dirt and thinking about what he should do.

First, he would never go back to the Menskr's again. And he would never tell anyone what happened with the baby; especially not his parents. It would be the last straw. He knew what they thought of him: They never said anything, but he knew that they, like almost everyone else, had never been comfortable around him. His mother, almost 40 weeks pregnant now after nearly two decades of trying to have a second child, would often smile at her friends and say, "We always wanted...another one." There was always a pause before "another one," as if she had to remind herself she had one son already. It was not that his parents didn't love him. But it was the kind of love you might feel for a for a distant relative with whom you occasionally corresponded. 

Not long after the new baby was due William would leave for college, and he imagined it would be like he'd never been there at all. He just wanted to keep things together until then, to make his last weeks at home semi-pleasant and semi-normal for everyone. So, no telling his parents about the hallucination (if that's what it was), and certainly no telling the Menskrs. He'd keep it to himself, like everything else. It was better that way.

It was getting darker. He thought he should go home, but the dread of explaining to his parents why he'd run off made his feet drag. The creaking of the swing set's chains seemed louder now, so he stopped moving. Maybe I can just stay here, he thought. Just never move from this spot and become part of the landscape. He'd always liked the park. He imagined sitting at the feet of one of the concourse statues and, over days and weeks, slowly petrifying into a bronze just like it. Or maybe he could just wander off the path into one of those thick glens of trees with the spidery limbs and keep walking and walking in it until it swallowed him up and he disappeared forever. It was not a pleasant thought, but it was not unpleasant either. It just was.

He was just about to leave when he saw something moving. At the mouth of the underpass, the one that burrowed straight through the hill and connected this playground and walking path to the concourse plaza beyond, someone was lurking. William started a little, alarmed, but he did not become truly scared or think to run until the stranger came into view. It was a big man. No, a HUGE man, at least eight feet tall. The stranger's head was the size of a safe, and his jaw protruded underneath a bulbous, cartoonish nose. Two great, pointed teeth stuck out from the creature's rubbery bottom lip. It was a shaggy thing, covered in hair except for its face and hands. It wore clothes made from animal hides, but no shoes. Its hands looked big enough to close over William's entire head. But its eyes were small, out of proportion with the rest of it, just little flecks of green set beneath an ape-like brow, eyes so bright that they showed up even in the dark. 

This can't be happening, William thought: It's a monster. It's a real monster, and it's looking right at me. And then, just when he thought that this day could grow no more bizarre, the monster said his name:

"William."

For the second time, William ran.

He got only a few steps before he saw that someone else was here. It's Nissa, he realized. He tried to shout a warning about the monster but his throat seemed to have closed up. He dared a look back, expecting the monster to be right behind him, but instead he saw—

Nothing. The creature was gone. William gaped and squinted against the dark, trying to see if the enormous silhouette was hiding in the tunnel again. But there was nothing there.

"William?"

He turned to Nissa. She lingered at the playground gate, her eyes gauging him. She did not seem frightened or surprised, only curious. He was unsure what to say and decided on "Hi."

"Hey," she said. "I was walking by and I saw you sitting here. Thought I'd say hello."

She didn't see it, he realized. If she saw me then she would have had to see it, but she didn't run away and she's not saying anything about it now. So it must not have been real. Another hallucination? He really was losing his mind...

"You okay?" Nissa said. She came a few steps closer, peering at him. 

He opened his mouth to say, "Yeah," but instead he said, "No. Not at all." 

He always had trouble lying to Nissa. When his parents asked him how his day was, he would say fine and change the subject, but when Nissa asked, he really told her. It was impossible not to. She was the same age as him and lived in the apartment upstairs. Her bedroom was even right over his, he knew, though he had never seen it. She had four younger brothers and they all lived with just their father. Her father, William knew, lived off of disability and drank too much, though he never seemed to shout or hurt the kids. Mostly just sat and drank beer after beer all day long. Nissa minded her brothers. She'd never gone to school, as far as William knew. He saw her infrequently, but always wished he'd see her more. 

"I'm going to hang out in the concourse for a while," she said. "Want to come?"

"You hang out in the park at night? Isn't that dangerous?"

Nissa shrugged. "It's one of the only times I get to leave the house. Dad is passed out, the little ones are asleep, and the older kids can watch TV for an hour before bed on their own without burning the place down. So I took a walk. Join me?"

William hesitated. He was afraid of going through the underpass, imagining that he would brush up against some huge, hulking shape in the dark. But then he thought about Nissa going in alone with no idea what was waiting there and he just standing here, not even warning her. And besides, he really did want to spend time with her, just the two of them, alone together, no parents, no siblings...

"Okay."

He held his breath as they went into the tunnel. He wanted to take Nissa's hand but instead he shoved his own hands in his pockets. He waited for something to emerge and block the bare illumination at the tunnel opening, but nothing came. They came out the other side and William looked behind him, wondering again if there had ever been anything there at all. He turned to say something to Nissa, but blinked when he found she was gone. Panicked, he swiveled left and right, searching, and then he saw her, clear on the other side of the plaza. How had she gotten so far ahead of him? And where was she going? He ran to catch up, past the empty fountains and the blank-eyed statues of Beethoven and Father Serra. When he was a kid he used to imagine he heard the statues talking. It scared the shit out of him. His mother convinced him he was just hearing echoes, and he guessed she was right. But even now they gave him the willies. 

She led him to a garden on a side path. It was a simple, pretty little space, mostly used for weddings. A bust of Shakespeare sat at one end and a few plaques with quotes from plays decorated the walls. It was too dark to read them, but Nissa seemed to know the quotations by heart, and she whispered the words to him as they stood side by side, going from each to each. He didn't really understand what the lines meant, but the feeling of Nissa's warm breath on his cheek was pleasant. She read the last one twice:

"As imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name."

William did not understand, but he understood that Nissa was standing very, very close to him, and even though it was almost pitch black now and he could not see her face he knew all he would have to do is lean forward a few inches and her lips would be touching his...

"What happened to you today, William?" Nissa said. William blinked, and the spell of the moment was broken. He shuffled his feet and looked away, letting go of her hand.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"I asked before if you were okay and you said no. And you looked scared when I ran into you. So I thought something might be wrong."

William scratched the back of his head, wondering what to say. He could not—would not—lie to Nissa, but he couldn't very well tell her the truth either, about the baby and the monster and whatever other crazy things were going on. He felt dizzy and disoriented. Why had she brought him here? He'd thought for a second he knew why, thought it might even be the amazing, exhilarating reason he dared to dream about in quiet, private moments in his bed, late at night. But now he wasn't sure.

"Have you ever had a day where you weren't sure what was really happening?" he said.

"All the time. I call those weekdays. Also, weekends."

He wasn't sure if she was making fun of him. In the dark, her face was a big black spot, impossible to read. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all? In fact, what was he even doing out here? It was the middle of the night, and his parents would be worried sick.

"William?" Nissa said, "Do you ever—"

"I have to go," he said, backing away. For a second he thought he felt her fingertips brush his, as if she'd reached for his hand in the moment he started to leave. 

"You do?"

"Yeah. It's late. My mom and dad will be looking for me."

"Okay," she said. Her tone was, as usual, impossible to decipher. "Do you think—?"

But he was already gone. He didn't run this time. He'd lived long enough to know that no matter how fast you run, you can never get away from yourself.

***

It was late. William was in bed, thinking. The lamp was on and he was supposed to be reading, but the book lay open on his lap, unseen. His parents were already asleep when he got home, which surprised him, and there was no note for him, which surprised him even more. Now he lay awake and looked at the ceiling. He guessed Nissa must be there, right over his head in the little apartment she lived in with five other people. Was she thinking about him too? He wished he hadn't walked way. Had he hurt her feelings? He rolled over in the bed and pictured the scene again. They were in the garden, they were all alone, her hand was reaching out for his, he leaned in toward her lips and—

But no. He stopped himself there. Even in his fantasies he never dared dream of being kissed. It seemed like too much to hope for. Instead he pictured Nissa pushing him up against the brick wall and tugging his belt off, sliding his pants down his legs. He always felt guilty thinking about her this way, but it almost seemed like he had no choice. For some bizarre reason, sex seemed less taboo than just a kiss, maybe because it was such a foreign concept to him that it barely seemed like a real thing. He tried to imagine what Nissa's hands would feel like, or her lips. He imagined running his fingers through her hair and the sting of the evening air on his exposed body as she pulled his pants down lower and reached into the flap of his underwear. Would her hands be cold, he wondered? Would his body warm them up?

He reached for his cock and held it the way he guessed she would. He was even careful to use his left hand; she was left handed, and so was he, the only left-handed person in his family. It pleased him to know they had this little thing in common. What would she do? What would she say? He knew what the women in those movies on the Internet did and said, but he couldn't imagine Nissa being that way. Unless of course she watched those same movies? The thought sent a surge through his body and he closed his eyes, trying to imagine all the sensory details that he could, from the feeling of the rough brick wall to the brush of her blouse against his naked thighs, the slippery feeling of her lip gloss as she put her mouth against him (he was particularly proud of thinking about the lip gloss), and the delicious tension as she ran the tip of her tongue around and around the head of his—

He could barely even think the word "cock."

He thought about how her mouth would feel: warm and wet, obviously, and soft, but what about her tongue? How would it move? How would he feel when it did? How hard would she actually suck? And what would she look like? Would her eyes be open or closed? He pictured himself brushing the hair back off of her forehead; this seemed like an important gesture, because it would show that he was not just thinking about himself in that moment. He imagined himself moving, pushing with his hips. He thought about her mouth, and his (cock) and the movement of his hips and the thrill of knowing that they were together, finally together in the ultimate way that could brook no rejection of any kind.

But would she want him? Really want him? Would she want that part of him? Was that possible? Maybe he had it all wrong. Maybe he should have her lie down on the soft grass in the garden and pull her panties down so he could put his mouth and tongue between them, then lick her until she was wet all over? Would she moan? Would she say his name? He wanted that acknowledgement. He wanted to feel those things happen to her and know that he was the one doing it. And he wanted her to want him to come inside her, to hold her against him and slide his, his (cock) into her wet pussy, and, oh God, he wanted to fuck—

His train of thought crashed to a halt the same way it always did: with a spasm, a feeling like a firecracker going off, and then a mess that had to be cleaned up. 

He blushed, quietly ashamed. The aftermath of his fantasies always seemed curiously inadequate to him. In the first few seconds after it he always pictured Nissa's disgust if she could see him wiping himself up. He sighed. His inexperience made him feel inadequate, like he was only half a person, cut off from the wider world.

Sheepish despite being alone, William went to the hamper and found a pair of discarded briefs to wipe himself with. When he finished he went to open the window and get some night air, but when he pulled the blinds up he screamed, then fell over, then scampered away. There, in the window, as if waiting for him, was the monster from the park. And worse, it wasn't alone. The new creature looked very like the first, but was somewhat shorter and had finer features, and the hair that covered it had soft gold highlights. The pair of them were so big that only their heads and the tops of their shoulders were visible through the window frame. How are they even looking in, thought William? We're on the fourth floor! 

The male creature, the one William saw in the park, said, "Hello, William."

"Bah-uh-buh-wha—?" William said.

"Hello, William" said the female creature. "Can we come in?"

This was too much. He jumped up and ran for the door, meaning to scream for his parents, but stopped himself. He was sure the monsters would be gone by the time he brought anyone else in. And besides, was this really happening or was he losing it again? He pressed his face against the cool wood of the door, feeling the texture of the paint, reassured by the tangibility of something solid. Just take a deep breath, he told himself. The world will start making sense again soon. I hope.

"We won't hurt you," said the female creature. "We just want to talk."

"So talk."

They paused. "It would be easier if you would let us in..." said the male one. William wondered why they didn't just break in. Did they need to be invited in first, like vampires? Or maybe, he thought, they just don't want to scare me more than they already have...

"We need your help," the male monster said.

William almost laughed. What could they possibly need from him? Other than to be let in, and that sure as hell wasn't happening.

"We're desperate," said the woman, and William was surprised to hear her voice tremble. It almost looked like she had tears in her eyes.

"Find someone else to help you," William said. "Leave me alone."

"We can't do that," the woman said. "We need you."

"For what?" William said, almost shouting. He didn't wait for an answer but instead dashed across the room, seized the blinds, and pulled them down over the monster's faces. A ridiculous gesture, but it was all he could do. His heart pounded as he waited to see what they would do. When the male monster spoke again, his voice was so soft it was barely audible over the wind:

"We need your help to get our son back."

And then they were gone.

***

William woke up the next morning and looked at the window in a panic, but of course there was nothing there. The blinds were up again, somehow, but there was nothing out there to see except morning sun and the face of the building across the street. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if it had all been a dream. Maybe even the baby and the park and Nissa had been a dream too.

He went out to breakfast, but when he sat down the feeling of dread come back to him. He'd forgotten all about running away without explanation the other day and how his parents had still not confronted him about it. But to his surprise his mother only gave him a thin smile, and his father, busy in the kitchen, seemed downright cheerful. Neither mentioned his behavior at the Menskr's. 

They ate in silence. Which is to say, William's parents were silent to him. Conversation between the two of them was lively enough, with talk about the Menskr baby, and about work, and about William's aunt's upcoming fiftieth birthday, and as always talk about the new baby. William's mother was so big now that she barely fit at the table, and she rested her hands on her swollen belly, feeling for movement within. William thought about how strange an unborn baby is: half in the world, half out of it.




The Changeling Baby



It was Saturday and he was free to do whatever he wanted after breakfast. He thought about going upstairs to see Nissa. He did not stop by her place very often, if for no other reason than to avoid her father's sad, disturbing eyes, but he wanted to see if she remembered their encounter from the previous night. But of course, he was afraid to also. Instead he decided to go to the library. It was partly an excuse to get out of the house, but he also had a particular book in mind that he wanted to look up, one that, if it was still there after all these years, might confirm whether or not the things he was seeing lately were real. 

He told his parents he was going out and his mother stopped to kiss him on the cheek. She had only ever kissed him on the cheek. His father told him to be home before it was dark, but that was all. He took the bus to the Western Addition branch and, feeling a bit sheepish about it, went to the children's section. He was lucky enough to find the book he wanted, the book he'd liked so much as a child, and he sat down with it in a quiet corner with it. Inside were vivid illustrations of fairy tale creatures: wizened gnomes, shy, knowing fairies, shadowy dwarfs, and one image that had particularly frightened his as a child of a huge, lantern-jawed ogre, roasting meat over a fire. He paused at the ogre illustration. It was similar, but not quite what he was looking for. 

On the next page, he found it: a painting of a beautiful woman sitting on a tree stump, surrounded by huge, shaggy creatures with long faces and enormous noses. Three of them seemed to be men and the fourth was a stooped, old-woman monster. It was called, "The Princess and the Trolls", and the caption read:

"Look at them, Troll Mother said, look at my sons! You won't find more beautiful trolls on this side of the moon."

Troll. He turned the word over and over in his mind. It seemed right, somehow. The illustration certainly looked like the monsters from the previous day. They were almost identical, in fact. But were there really such things as trolls in this day and age? He turned the page and there was another troll illustration, this one of a woodcutter who seemed to have just freed a troll from under a fallen tree. The caption said:

"And in return the trolls promised not to trouble his family evermore, and to take no changeling from his descendants."

The word "changeling" rang a faint remembrance in William's mind. He put the picture book back in the kids' section, then browsed the other shelves until he found a book on Celtic folk stories. Looking up "changeling" in the index, he found the relevant page:

"There is particularly pronounced belief among the laboring classes that children are vulnerable to abduction by fairies. Supposedly the sidhe creatures will steal a child out of its crib and replace it with one of their own, and this substitute is what they know as a 'changeling.' The fairy will pose as the stolen child for some time before seeming to die (but in fact simply returning back to its own fairy family), sometimes causing mischief before it departs."

William pondered what he'd read. The trolls had said they wanted his help getting their son back. Were they talking about the Menskr baby? The changeling book was about fairies, but maybe trolls and fairies were the same thing. Had the trolls stolen the real Menskr baby and left a changeling in its place? Why would they come to William for help getting it back? Because the baby spoke to him, of course. But why him in the first place? 

William returned the books and took the bus home. His reading made him feel better, somehow. At least now he had a name for what was happening, and some information that almost made sense. He was now more confident that the creatures (trolls?) were real, though what they wanted was still a mystery. He considered going for a walk in the park and seeing if he encountered them again, but decided there was no need. They knew where to find him, after all. All he had to do was wait.

***

They came back that night. William went to the window and even opened it, confident that if they wanted to hurt him they'd had plenty of opportunities already. The fog was hovering low tonight and it drifted, cold and wet, into his room. "I won't help you," he said.

The creatures assumed pained expressions. "You don't understand," said the troll father. "Our son is—"

"Downstairs in the Menskrs' apartment. And you need me to do something so you can go and get him back. But what about the Menskrs' real son? Why did you take him?"

"It's the way of things," said the troll father. "It's how we get by. There are so few of us left anymore, and it's so hard for us to have children of our own."

"It's so easy for humans," said the troll mother. Bitterness tinted her voice. "They could just have another baby without even trying. Not like us."

"We can't leave my son here. You're young, but can't you imagine what it's like?"

William crossed his arms. "I guess," he said. "But I won't do anything to help you unless you bring the real baby back."

"That's impossible," said the troll father. "You don't even know how impossible that is."

William thought about what it would be like growing up among monsters, always knowing that you're different but never knowing where you come from or what happened to you, never knowing that somewhere out there were people who loved you and never forgot about you. His heart hardened. "Yeah?" he said. "Well, neither do you." 

And he turned his back on them. When he turned around again a moment later they were gone. He shivered and rubbed his bare arms, then went to close the window. Just before he did, he heard it: the sound of a creaky window frame sliding shut and latching right over his head. Was that Nissa? Her bedroom was right above his; had her window been open? Had she heard everything? William bit his lip. He wanted to run upstairs, pound on her door, and ask her everything right then and there, but he forced himself to lie down. He would have to wait until morning. 

His heart did little jumps at the thought of her. That was normal, but now there was an even more special reason: If Nissa had been eavesdropping, William would finally, completely know that the trolls were real. He stared at the ceiling again and imagined Nissa lying in bed right over him. He turned to his side and scooted over, leaving one half of the bed empty. He imagined she might be lying on the other side of her own bed right over him, so that it would almost be like they were sleeping side by side. In the night, in his sleep, one of his hands dangled off the bed, and the other reached out for her, even though she was never really there.

***

It was Sunday. His parents had church on Sundays, though for reasons he was never entirely clear on they'd never brought him along or even suggested he accompany them. William didn't mind. He figured there might as well be some upside to their disinterest in him. 

He watched his mother smooth the fabric of her one and only good dress that still fit. His father kissed her and then turned to William, apparently about to say something, but his words faltered. He ended up just patting William on the shoulder and giving him half a smile. William knew what it meant: Have a good day. We'll be back soon.

He waited for them to leave the building, then slapped on his shoes, fumbled his keys in the lock, and vaulted up the stairs two at a time. It was a lucky break that they'd left him alone. He neither wanted to lie to them nor tell him where he was going. He hesitated before Nissa's apartment, staring into the faded grain and peeling paint on the old door before knocking twice. He was afraid her father might answer, but instead Nissa herself came. She was obviously surprised to see him but not, he noted with some satisfaction, displeased. "Hey," he said, and they paused for a moment, both unsure of what to do. Then he said, "Can I come in?" and she opened the door for him. 

It was abnormally dark inside, as he remembered it always was the few other times he'd been here. He heard the sounds of a TV farther in, but they were faint. Nissa locked the door and took William by the hand. He got a little lightheaded. Down boy, he thought. "Come on," she said, pulling him down the hall. "Let's talk in my room."

William tripped. "What will your dad say?"

"He's not here," Nissa said. "He took the kids out for the day."

"Huh?" said William. He couldn't remember Nissa's dad ever stepping foot outside the house—or even the living room.

"I know, right?" Nissa said, rolling her eyes. "It surprised me too. He said he felt bad about how I had to do all the work around here. I mean, he says that all the time, and I'm sure he even really means it, but this is the first time he's ever done anything. He said I should just relax while everyone is out. I don't think I even know how!"

When they got to her room she flopped down on the bed while William stood half-in and half-out of the doorway, hands in his pockets. He had never seen Nissa's room (or any girl's room) before. It was curiously bare, with little furniture and virtually no decoration. He guessed she didn't really spend much time in here. Half the walls were a different color, suggesting a painting project that had been abandoned. The window was open, and it jogged his memory about why he was here. He realized Nissa was talking, and had been talking the whole time, but that he had no idea what she was saying:

"...which was SO amazing, but of course I could only be there for half of it because I had to be home to make dinner for Taylor and Kevin and then drive Colin to soccer practice and—"

William cleared his throat and tried to talk but all that came out was a croak. He blushed, but she didn't laugh at him, instead quieting and waiting for him to speak. He swallowed hard and tried again. "I wanted to talk to you because...some weird things have been happening to me lately."

Her face became more serious.

"I've been seeing things, and hearing things, and...look, last night, did you have your window open?"

She nodded and paled noticeably.

"Did you..." he looked at a corner of the room for no reason, "Hear anything? Anything strange? Anything from, ya know...my room?"

When he looked back he was shocked to see tears in Nissa's eyes. She put a hand over her mouth and nodded, and then she said, "I've seen them too. They come to my window at night. Oh God, I thought I was losing my mind!" 

She began sobbing into her hands. Without thinking, William put an arm around her. She leaned into him and cried on his shirt for a while. When she could talk again she looked up at him, red-eyed. "I thought I was alone," she said. "

"Me too," said William. Taking a deep breath, he told her everything that'd happened since the Menskr's apartment. Her eyes got wider and wider as he talked.

"I had no idea about the Menskr's baby," Nissa said. "I just knew they kept asking me to help them with their son. I can't believe they'd really do something like that. I mean, they seemed...nice, in a way."

"They're monsters," said William.

"They're a family," said Nissa. "I mean, they scare me, and I don't want to help them, but have you seen the way the father looks when he talks about his son? Have you heard the mother cry?"

William's heart hardened again. "All the more reason they shouldn't be hurting other people's families," he said.

Nissa nodded. "Of course you're right," she said. "I just don't know what to do. I've been so scared."

William was suddenly very aware that her body was pressed against his. He felt the curved side of her right breast through her shirt. His heart almost stopped. "At least we're together now," he said. "I mean, we're in this together."

Nissa smiled. "You and me?" she said. William nodded. "I like that idea," she said. And then she kissed him.

William had a heart attack. He was sure he must be having a heart attack. What else could this feeling be? Oh God, he thought, please don't faint. It was a second before his head cleared enough to realize he was kissing her back. As far as he could tell he had not died and she was not reacting with horror, revulsion, or any kind of homicidal urge. So far this was exceeding his wildest expectations.

So he kissed her again, and again, and again, and he didn't stop her when she went to close the door. He shut his eyes and ran his hands over the sheets on the bed (Nissa's bed!), trying to record all the little details of the moment, as if this experience might have to last him for a lifetime. Which, for all he knew, it would.

She sat on his lap. He jumped and was not quite sure how to sit. She turned his face up to hers and kissed him one more time, which helped him relax a bit. Then she said, "I like you, William." His mouth went too dry to talk. "You're a nice boy. You know that, right?" William blushed. Then Nissa leaned in and whispered in his ear: "But I don't want you to be nice right now. It's okay to be bad. I want you to. You have my permission. Understand?" 

He froze. What the hell do you say to a thing like that? Then she bit his ear, hard. Without thinking, he grabbed her by the hair and kissed her neck, his teeth brushing her bare skin. And he couldn't believe it: she moaned! She actually moaned, for real. So he did it again, and she moaned again, and soon he felt the pressure down below. Nissa rearranged herself on his lap to accommodate the growing obstruction.

Somehow or another (and he never was able to recall precisely when this happened), her shirt came off. William had never been anywhere in proximity to naked female breasts in his entire life (his mother often made a point of the fact that he was a bottle-fed baby, though he was not really sure why it ever came up...). He felt like he'd suddenly stumbled onto an actual pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Initially he froze, but when he remembered what Nissa said at the beginning he snapped out of it. Though his fingers trembled he wrapped his hands around them and squeezed. Tthey did not feel at all like he expected. Nissa winced. "Too hard!" she said. William panicked and almost let go, but at the last second he simply eased off. Nissa purred. "That's better," she said. He licked one and she began rocking back and forth against him. She felt hot all over. So did he.

The minutes that followed were characterized by a kind of blind, tentative, chaotic exploration. Sights and sounds and scents overlapped each other, blurring, mixing and overflowing. For a while one particular thing would swim to the forefront, like the taste of hot skin under his lips or the embarrassed but comfortable laughter when a garment got caught on something in the process of being removed. There was a period of time (he couldn't tell how long) when he only watched the pupils of Nissa's eyes as they expanded and retracted in response to some stimulation, and another when he was rapt by the soft pliability of her lips as they opened, closed, twitched, smiled, and formed themselves perfectly, sensually, to each letter of each word. And sometimes it was just the words themselves: 

"That feels good. Oh God, that feels good. William. William. Oh God, William...oh God, William...oh God!"

Now that he was certain this was really going to happen, he had to think. Was this her first time too? It didn't seem like it, but he was hardly qualified to tell. If it was her first time, he knew there would probably be a little blood. The thought made him queasy. He was not really sure what the...barrier in question looked like. He preferred to hope someone else had already taken care of it. He tried to think of a polite way to ask, but— Oh my God, he thought, her mouth is on my—!

At one point he somehow found himself standing behind her as she bent over the bed, grabbing the headboard and pushing back against him. His -ahem- was pressed between the cheeks of her ass, and she seemed to like when he rubbed it up and down. He watched the side of one cheek quiver; it was almost hypnotic. Would she like it if he spanked her? He had no idea. She might get angry...but then, she might not. How could he tell? He guessed he could just ask, but what do you say to a thing like that? Then Nissa reached down between her own legs, circling her fingers around his testicles and glancing against his erection, which she guided down...

Wait, he thought, do I have a condom? He usually carried one in his wallet out of a sense of blind, stupid, doomed optimism, but he'd forgotten his wallet at home. Now what? Again he tried to speak and again it seemed he could not, but Nissa seemed to know what he was thinking anyway and she handed him one from her nearby purse. The idea that she'd always had one with her every time he saw her made him more excited. His fingers shook as he handled it. He was afraid he might rip the damn thing, but finally he got it on. Reminding himself for the hundredth time that this was really happening, he squared his shoulders, took a deep breath, checked his resolve, and then...

"No, that's not quite it," Nissa said. William blushed. 

"Sorry," he said. "It's hard to tell with the, you know, on..."

"Hang on, I'll help."

"That's not quite—"

"There, try it there," she said.

"Are you sure?" Then felt something warm and wet. He tensed up and then, one inch at a time, untensed, as a wave of relief washed over him. He tested the feeling with one or two tentative movements, then dared to make a hard and heavy one, all the way in. He worried he might hurt her somehow, but it didn't seem to be a problem. In fact, he felt her go even wetter around him, the dampness evident even through the barrier of the latex.

"Ohhh God..." Nissa said.

"Mmmm," was all William could say. But that was okay. She was eloquent enough for both of them. 

After, Nissa lay in bed, sheets tangled up around her, dozing a little. William watched her. It really happened, he thought. He wasn't sure how and he wasn't sure why, but it had definitely happened. He didn't feel any different...but maybe that was a good thing.

He was suddenly very aware of his nakedness again. How long had they been at it? Were his parents back? Was her father? Another heart attack seemed to be coming on. "I should go," he said. She put a hand on his arm.

"Please stay a while," she said.

"Your father could come back."

"Not for hours," Nissa said.

"If you're sure?"

"I am."

He didn't understand why she was so confident, given how long her family had already been gone and how rarely her father ever left the house for even 20 minutes, but at the same time he did not really want to leave any more than she wanted him to go. So he stayed. She was asleep again soon, and he watched her. She had a ponderous expression while she dreamed. It reminded him of the Menskr baby, in an odd way. 

Eventually he needed to use the bathroom. He put on his pants (they had landed on the desk across the room) and went through the apartment as quietly as he could, even though no one was around (a habit from home). Nissa's apartment was the same layout as his, so he went down the hall and hung a left. The floorboards creaked. Returning, William glanced into the living room, and then nearly fell over: Nissa's father was sitting in his easy chair! 

"Oh! God, um, Mister..." He hesitated; what the hell was Nissa's family's name? "Spenser!" Was that right? 

He'd never even actually spoken to Nissa's father before, just inched around that one chair he always sat in the few other times he'd been in the apartment. He tried again. "Uh, hi sir. I'm sorry, I was just..." Just what, he thought, walking around your apartment half-naked? I'm a dead man.

But Mr. Spenser did not reply. He sat in his usual chair, beer in hand, staring at the window, now and then, raising his beer to his lips but otherwise doing nothing. When the can was empty he crushed it and tossed it on the floor, then pulled another one from the warm 12-pack nearby. He acted as if William did not exist at all.




The Changeling Baby



"Hello?" William said. He edged into the room. Something prickled at the back of his neck. Now he could see the TV and the backs of two kids' heads as they watched, quiet and attentive. William was right next to Nissa's father but the man didn't seem aware of anything around him. His watery blue eyes never blinked.

Nissa's bedroom was right by the front door; how could Mr. Spenser have come home again without William hearing anything? Then William thought hard: Had Mr. Spenser ever said anything to him? Had he ever even seen Mr. Spenser get up out of this chair? He couldn't remember a single occasion. The prickly feeling got worse. Steeling his courage, William dared to tap Mr. Spenser on the arm. The man's skin felt cold and hard, and his entire body rocked back and forth, as if it were a single, solid piece. William jumped. "What the fuck?" he said. The man in the chair did not respond. William touched him again and Mr. Spenser slid out of the chair, rolling onto the floor with a thud. 

From the front, Mr. Spenser was a remarkable facsimile of a human being: Even now, lying on the floor, his face continued to move, his eyes blinked, and his arms and hands groped around, following the same preset motions over and over again, animated by whatever force gave the wooden figure a semblance of life. But he was only a façade: There was no back to him. He was hollow on the inside, half a person only, the illusion ruined the moment the puppet was taken out of the chair.

William backed away from the grotesque, twitching thing and bumped right into the kids. One fell over, revealing that it, too, was only a carved simulacrum. The hollow figure rolled on the floor. William started to hyperventilate.

"We call them 'fetches.'"

William jumped. Nissa stood in the doorway. 

"Fake people," she said. "I know they aren't very good. I'm not much of a craftsman. But I had to do something to make the place look lived-in. Most people never bother to look close at them anyway."

William backed against the wall, shaking his head. "This isn't happening," he said.

Nissa came toward him but he circled the room, keeping distance between them. "Let me explain," she said. "We just want to help you."

"I don't want help," William said. He stopped. What did she mean "we"? He heard a floorboard creak behind him. He turned around. 

"William," said the troll father. "Please listen."

William ran. Nissa was in his way, but she didn't stop him. He ran out the door, leapt the stairs in one go, and was at his apartment in less time than it took to exhale. He fumbled in his pockets for his keys. His fingers felt fat and clumsy all of a sudden, and the lock gave him trouble. Finally he pushed the door in and slammed it behind him, so hard it shook the wall. His mind reeled. He ran for the bathroom, thinking he was about to vomit. What was going on? He felt strange: His muscles ached and his bones throbbed. His vision blurred and he dropped to his knees. Did she do something to me, he thought? Am I poisoned? His clothes grew tight around his body. He was suffocating! 

William struggled to the bathroom door, and when he saw his own hand on the knob he finally realized what was happening. "No," he said, voice trembling. "No, no, no!"

He opened the door. He went to the mirror. He looked.

He screamed.

***

It was an hour before his parents came home, and it was sundown before they started to worry about him. He wanted to say something to reassure them, but he didn't. He just watched them pace and cry and argue. He was three feet away, but they never realized he was there. He knew now how the trolls kept hidden: They could only be seen when they called attention to themselves. So long as William stayed very still and made little noise, no one even knew he was here. It seemed better that way.

He watched them talk to the police. Finally they fell asleep on the couch, exhausted, his mother's head in his father's lap. When he was sure they were completely out he approached, quietly, and put a hand on his mother's pregnant belly. The baby stirred. There was noise behind him but he didn't turn around. He felt the troll father put one hand on his shoulder, the troll mother's hand on the other. "How are you feeling?" said the troll father.

"I'm not sure," William said. It was hard to talk: His mouth felt too big, and his teeth stuck out. He'd get used to it eventually, he assumed.

"Would you like to say goodbye to them?" said the troll mother. "We could make you look human again, for a few minutes..."

William shook his head. "It wouldn't matter." The troll father sighed.

"We tried to tell you," he said.

"I know," said William. He paused. Then: "Tell me now."

"We did the exchange years ago," said the troll father. "We took the human baby and left you in its place, the way it's always been done. But you were supposed to come back to us. For some reason, you didn't."

"So many times we wanted to come and tell you the truth," said the troll mother. "But we couldn't find a way to break the charm that made you seem human. It should have worn off on its own, and when it didn't..." She trailed off.

"What finally did the trick?" William said.

"Nissa," said the troll mother. "Her kiss broke the spell. It was the one thing you never had: affection."

"Who is she?"

"One of us," the troll mother said. "Someone who agreed to look after you."

William's hand dashed tears away from his eyes. "Why did you do it?" he said. "Why the switch? Why leave me? What's the point?"

"It's part of the magic," said the troll father. "The fairy child is a charm that makes the human parents forget that they ever had a baby. To make it easier on them."

"And when the spell is done, the fairy child comes back home," the troll mother said.

"Except I didn't," William said. "What about the...the real baby?"

"We raised him as one of us, of course," said the troll father. "He's eager to finally meet his brother."

"And this one?" He gestured to his mother's belly. "Will you take it, too?"

"No," said the troll mother. "No. We'll leave them alone now."

"They did raise you, after all, as best as they knew how," said the troll father.

William swallowed hard. "Okay then," he said. And he turned to look at his real parents. They hugged him tight.

"Are you ready?" said the troll mother. William nodded.

"Then let's go home."



The Changeling Ch. 01



Matt was walking down the street on a very boring day, barely looking where he was walking. He had thought to himself many times before that he wished something exciting would happen. Unknowingly, he would get his wish this day. 

He walked down the dirt path that he always walked to get to the bar only about two miles away. Matt forced himself to walk slowly, for what reason he didn't know, and decided to take a detour into the corn field nearby for no other reason than to waste time. 

It wasn't long before he got deep into the field and was now thoroughly lost. He barely made any attempt to get out, and just wandered aimlessly through the thick field, his muscular arms and chest made easy work of pushing the corn stalks aside. 

Finally after what seemed like ages, he came to a clearing that he didn't recognize. About a ten foot wide circle of grass with a small shiny object sitting in the center.

Confused and intrigued, Matt went to the object and tried to pick it up but it was lodged pretty deep into the ground. He spent about thirty minutes clearing the area and digging until he was finally able to pull it free. 

He had no idea what it was, but there was an opening on what looked like the front. He wedged his fingernails in the crease and pried it open carefully. 

Inside was a miniature woman in what looked like a pilots seat. 

"Great, I just had to find a crappy toy," he said out loud to himself and started to put the object back.

"I assure you, I am no toy," came a weak female voice from the object. 

Surprised, Matt nearly dropped everything, shear willpower kept him from doing so.

"Who...What...How the hell?" Matt couldn't think of any appropriate response so he shut his mouth and waited.

"My name is Jennifer, I am from another planet." Her voice was weak and she was struggling to get the words out. "I don't have much time, give me your fingertip."

Cautiously, Matt put his finfertip within reach of Jennifer, she touched it gently and he fell to the ground with a thud, the object and Jennifer disappeared.

When Matt awoke it was fully dark out. He looked around feverishly for Jennifer and her spaceship, he decided to call it. With nothing in sight he decided that he had had an hallucination and he headed in the direction he figured his home was in.

Once he was home he stumbled to his bed and passed out as if he was completely drunk. That night he had dreams of another world and that he was able to change how he looked and sounded whenever he wanted. 

The next morning came and Matt awoke with a massive headache. Quickly, he went to the bathroom, peed, then hopped in the shower. The hot water felt good on his back and helped wake him up. He thought back to his dream and "hallucination" and wondered what it would be like to be able to change how he looked and sounded. He wondered who he would be and what he would do. 

Thoughts of celebrities, both male and female ran through his head until finally he decided he would want to look and sound like Jennifer but at a normal size. He thought about it and dwelled upon it for a few minutes, then opened his eyes and looked down. 

Matt almost screamed when he saw that his penis was gone and was instead a cleanly shaved vagina. He felt his chest, he had two wonderfully large perky breasts then felt his head, he had long straight dark brown hair. 

He took a breath to calm himself and went over everything in his head. It all made sense if aliens did exist, so he decided he was going to explore this a bit. He thought of his original self and a few seconds later he looked down and there was his penis, standing more erect than ever, he enjoyed this new power more than he could imagine. He tested his new ability more after he got out of the shower, while standing naked in front of the mirror. He thought of many people, Kim Kardashian, Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, the girl next door Kelly, and many other famous people or people he knew. 

After about an hour of testing his newfound ability, he donned a pair of nice slacks and a polo and decided he really enjoyed being Jennifer, so he tested one last time with clothes on and thought of some sexy womens clothes.

He opened his eyes and he was looking at an amazingly hot woman wearing a tight red blouse showing lots of cleavage without a bra and a black skirt barely long enough to cover her ass. He decided to go out to the adult store nearby and buy a few things to try on and to try out.

He drove quietly till he reached the parking lot which was packed with cars. Luckily someone was pulling out and he took their spot near the entrance. 

Jennifer opened the front door and stepped into the store, confident and proud of her body and the way it commanded attention from every guy in the store, about 12 total. 

She walked quietly to a rack near the back of the store, all eyes on her. She browsed at the large selection of sexy lingerie and uniforms, unsure of what size or which one to get. There was a tall attractive man near her, so she turned towards him. 

"Excuse me sir, I don't mean to bother you" trying to sound innocent, "but I am having a hard time choosing an outfit. Would you mind picking your favorite for me?"

The man smiled broadly and stared at Jennifer's body while nodding an affirmative. He scanned the wall and picked out a sexy princess outfit, to which Jennifer held up smiled.

"Thank you," was all Jennifer could muster as she headed to the changing room. She quickly donned the new outfit, which barely fit, her breasts were spilling out of the top and her ass was fully visible. She decided to step out and show the man his selection. 

When she stepped out, there were now four guys, all with outfits in their hands, hoping she would wear each of them. Jennifer looked at the first guy and he nodded in approvement as his hand moved to his pants to adjust his package.

Jennifer jumped in enjoyment, only to let both of her breasts be exposed to the now five men. They all whistled and smiled and she could clearly tell they were all becoming very aroused.

She turned to grab her clothes from the changing room, and she could hear an audible sigh of disappointment as she did so. Instead of closing the door, she stepped outside of the small room and began disrobing slowly as the men watched her. 

First, she slid the top off of her shoulders slowly, to fully release her breasts. Jennifer xupped her breasts and even brought one up to her lips and licked the tip of the nipple. She then slid her hands down her stomach, turned and rubbed her ass with both hands as she slowly slid the pink see-through skirt to the ground along with the g-string. As she stood, she ran her hands up her inner thighs and onto her now moist pussy. 

Jennifer recognized that she was now so turned on she wanted to continue, but didn't know if she wanted to. Playing it safe, she decided she would get dressed, slowly. She pulled the skirt up over her long thin legs until it covered her, barely, without any panties, then she slipped the blouse ober her head, to cover the rest of her. 

The men were all panting heavily and one of them even had his cock out, stroking it. He was close to finishing, and Jennifer let him cum on the floor next to her to which she gave a small applause for.

Pleased with herself, she continued to another wall, full of vibrators and dildos. She chose a small pink one that looked to be about 5 inches long and not too thick. She grabbed the princess outfit and vibrator and went to the checkout line. The guy that picked out the outfit was in line behind her. He introduced himself as Jason as they waited in line.

Finally it was Jennifer's turn to checkout and Jason told the cashier he would pay for it. Jennifer was surprised, but accepted his gift and got his phone number as well.

On the way home, Jennifer couldn't believe she just got all this stuff for free. It was amazing how powerful a female can be, maybe this is something she could do more often.



The Changeling Ch. 02



Jacob left me wondering just how I was going to face Sandra's parents and also wondering just what he was going to be saying to those same grandparents. I was somewhat taken back by the fact that Jacob had actually called me "Mom" and seemed to have meant it.

It isn't every day that your grandchildren's father is a woman and I knew that they had never approved of my desire to become a woman. They never did really like me though to be honest I guess they at least were resigned to the fact that their daughter had chosen me to be the father of their grandchildren. Don't get me wrong Fritz and Marlene were great people, but I'm afraid the divorce and my sex preferences began to be a bit much on the fragile relationship.

I knew basically that Jacob, who was twenty and a sophomore at the local college, wanted me back. I couldn't say that I knew that Josie, Frank, and little Eloise felt the same way. Josie was a year younger than Jacob and was a freshman at the same college. Frank was a freshman at Central High School and was only fifteen. He was the quiet, moody one always having his nose stuck in books and never ever showing any emotion. It made Frank very hard to read or to understand at times. Little Eloise, my darling, gem of a baby was eleven and barely understood what was going on in the family.

Fritz and Marlene did not arrive until all the children were home from their various schools. To say that they were antagonistic would be the understatement of the century. To say that they were much more ready for this showdown than I was made their antagonism seem friendly. They lived in a small town fifty miles or so from us and came without luggage. I knew they weren't planning to stay around any longer than they had to stay.

They got right to the point. The two youngest were going with them as soon as the funeral was over. If the two oldest wanted to go with them or stay with me, it was their business because of their ages, but Fritz and Marlene made it quite obvious that anybody having anything to do with me would not be welcome in their house at any time. And, if Jerry the man had been barely tolerated, Jerry the woman was to be shunned and would never have access to the two youngest until they reached the age of consent and could make up their own minds. Jacob and Josie informed them that they would be living here with me because they were not leaving college and could not afford to live elsewhere. Fritz and Marlene told them to never come near their brother and sister while those two were living in their house. And they had a legal paper to back them up in everything they said, signed, sealed and now delivered.

"Mom, would you take the other kids with you? I want to talk to grandpa and grandma alone, if you don't mind."

"Of course. Kids, let's get some ice cream in the kitchen." Josie beamed at me as she led Frank and Eloise into the kitchen with me following behind and closing the door.

I don't know what Jacob said to them, but when he opened the door to the kitchen only a few minutes later they were both gone and the papers where laying torn into little scraps all over the coffee table.

"What did you have to say to them that they left like that?"

"Can we talk without Frank and Eloise?"

"Yes, of course" I said as I led the way back into the living room and closed the door once again. This time Josie was with us.

"Dad, er Mom, some time ago I had a research paper to do on our family tree. How much do you know about Fritz and Marlene?"

"Not much. Your mother never really talked about them and they never volunteered information about themselves."

"Well, Josie and I talked about what I had found during my research and we decided that if ever the situation that arose today should come up, that information would become our weapon to keep this family together."

"What information?"

"Mom, Fritz and Marlene are not married."

"What the hell are you talking about? Of course they are married. Your mother was their only child."

"Our mother was their only child. That much is true. But they could never be married. Fritz and Marlene are brother and sister. When Fritz got Marlene pregnant with our mother, they ran away from the family that disowned them and they started life fresh hundreds of miles away, only it was as husband and wife instead of brother and sister."

"And how did you use this information?"

"I told them that if they ever tried to take Frank and Eloise again, I would make sure that their family found out where they were and that their church would find out all the nasty, sexy details of their incest. That should shock the church into shunning them totally because Fritz and Marlene are well-respected members who decry any sin as being mortal. They begged me not to say anything to their church and promised that they would never try to split us up again."

"So they tore up the papers."

"No, I tore them up in front of their faces after I gave them a copy of my family research to read."

I sat down trying to digest what was happening. My son had laid a neat little trap for his grandparents and sprung it with a viciousness that was amazing. Those grandparents were now, I was sure, going to leave my family and me alone.

"I think I could use a drink."

"OK, Mom, Scotch on the rocks?"

"No. Neat and you better make it a double."

"Mind if we join you?"

"At this point, no, I don't. Help yourself."

"So, Jacob, where do you and Josie suggest we go from here?" I asked as I accepted my Scotch.

"We bury our mother, your ex-wife, and we continue to live together as a family. You become our mother instead of being our father."

"OK. I can buy that. In fact, I was hoping that that was what you were going to say."

"Why not? You're the only Mom we have right now and I sort of like the idea." Josie said as she sipped on her rum and coke.

"How do you think Frank and Eloise will take it?"

"I think they will adapt though we have to make sure they don't start blabbing around how their father is now their mother. I'll talk to them in the morning before the funeral."

"The funeral! I forgot! I don't even know if I have a black dress to wear!"

"Well, you're about the same size Mom was and she's not going to care if you wear her black dress."

"I don't know."

Josie offered to help me decide and we went upstairs while Jacob went in to see to Frank and Eloise. Josie followed me into the master bedroom and I started to shut the door behind me. 

"Don't bother Mom. We haven't been closing doors around here for quite some time unless Frank and Eloise are around."

'Why?"

"Mom, things changed a lot after you left. Sandra stopped closing her door at night and started walking around in the bare minimum of clothes, none if Frank and Eloise weren't home. Jacob and I saw her naked more than once and Jacob has wet his wick in her pussy more than once. He took my virginity last year and we've slept together every night since then, either just the two of us or with Mother in her bed. I think Jacob sees you as a replacement for some of his very big needs when it comes to fucking. His libido is out of sight and he can sure use that monster cock of his. And, you don't know this, but Sandra and I also made it more than once ourselves. Mom, I'm bi-sexual and I am getting awfully wet just wondering what you look like under all those clothes. A closed door told either me or Jacob that the other was busy taking care of Mother's cunt and we respected that. Do you want me to close the door now?"

To say I was shocked would not have done the expression any justice. I did the only thing I could do. I sat down on the bed and stared at Josie who smiled as she walked over to me and caressed my shoulders. Her hands soon moved lower and grazed across my breasts hardening the nipples as she went. She bent over and her mouth met mine. At first I did not respond to her lips or the attempted invasion of her tongue. I started to push her away, but her hands that were caressing my breasts sent signals directly from the sensitive nipples to my cunt and I started getting all warm and gooey between my legs. The now familiar need to be fucked was kicking in and my mouth opened to allow her tongue dueling rights with mine. We both moaned at the same time and I was thankful that the younger kids had bedrooms downstairs instead of just across the hall. I raised my face to hers and slowly nodded for her to close the door.

She walked over to the door and gently closed it. Turning back to me she smiled and licked her pouting red lips with the tip of her tongue. When she got back to the bed, I felt her lift my blouse over my head and raised my hands to help her. My bra soon followed the blouse to the floor and Josie bent her lips to my breasts. I pushed her back and she had a hurt look on her face until I grabbed the hem of her jersey and drew it over her head. She was braless--ahhh, I thought, the joy of being young and having firm breasts, not that mine sagged very much--and her two hillocks were capped by a pair of lovely nipples that any woman would be proud to have.

I bent my head and kissed each of her nipples in turn. "Josie, let's check that black dress first, OK? Then we can get down to the business of giving each other pleasure." She pulled away and walked over to the closet. Picking out a simple black dress with a modest bodice and a skirt that looked to be about knee-length she turned back to me and held it out. 

I dropped my shorts and panties and drew the dress over my head covering my temporarily naked body in black cotton. The waist was a bit tight and the top felt as if it were going to mash my tits flat, but it did fit after a fashion and ended a mere two or three inches above the knee. Josie looked at me a moment and told em to take it off. I did and handed it to her. She took a pair of small scissors and made several quick snips before handing the dress back to me to try on again. This time, the bodice and waist fit almost as if the dress had been made for me.

"Sandra had the dress taken in a couple of inches in the waist and quite a bit in the bodice, but I thought it might fit if we took the new seams and darts loose. Since nobody is going to be there but family, there shouldn't be a problem."

"Ohhh, Josie, I don't know. I don't know if I dare go to your mother's funeral."

"Mom, family means you, Jacob, and me and the kids--nobody else. Sandra was very specific about that--she didn't even want grandpa and grandma there. Boy did that bit of news create a stink when she told them! You should have seen their faces."

"Then your mother knew about her parents?"

"Yes. Jacob and I showed her the research last spring but she never confronted them, just told them that the funeral was going to be for us alone. Jacob and I decided yesterday that you should go too."

I pulled the dress back over my head and Josie folded it over the back of a nearby chair. I was standing naked in front of my daughter, the daughter I had fathered nineteen years earlier and she was about to eat my pussy. God, I thought, how ironic that I had never tried to fuck her while I was a man. She pushed her shorts and panties off and stood naked in front of me. We seemed to stand there for a long time inspecting each other's body before we worked up the courage to merge our bodies and our mouths. We kissed as long lost lovers and I felt her hands running over my back and down to the cheeks of my ass. Her fingers probed my crack and worked their way forward past the rosebud of my asshole until the met with the warm slipperiness that was my leaking cunt. I moaned as she pushed first one and then two fingers into my love box. Those fingers danced around and made contact with my clit until I thought I was going to burst just from her touch. I fell back on the bed and she fell with me landing beside me. 

"Are you sure, Josie?"

"Yes, Mom, I'm sure."

"What would your mother think?"

"I think she'd approve. After Jacob and I started sharing her bed, she began to understand how you felt. Well, maybe just a little bit, but she finally decided you were not the most depraved lunatic in the world."

"Well, that's nice to hear. I wonder what your brother is doing."

"Jacob told me that he was going to get Frank and Eloise ready for bed and then wait for the door to open. When it does open, he is going to ask you to fuck him and if you say 'yes' he will be more than willing to fill your pussy with hot cum. If you should say 'no' he said he would understand that too, but I don't believe him. He likes to fuck too much, and he is very, very good."

I thought about how much I didn't know about my own children as Josie ran her hands over my nipples and down between my legs. I was even wetter than before and Josie swung herself around into a classic sixty-nine position offering her snatch to my tongue as her tongue probed my cunt lips for the first time. I lifted my head slightly and for the first time tasted my daughter's pussy. The taste was slightly tangy but pleasant and I found that I actually liked it. My tongue started to work with a passion and Josie matched me lick for lick until we were both moaning. The moans grew louder and closer together as we both neared our peaks. I felt Josie's body shudder beneath me and gave a little squeal as my own juices erupted from my pleasantly tortured love hole.

Josie recovered first and twisted around to look me in the eye. We kissed, not as mother and daughter, but as lesbian lovers. I was hooked on my daughter's pussy juice and from the way she was acting, she like the taste of mine. As we broke the kiss, I bent my head and sucked on her breasts. I felt her fingers exploring the folds of my pussy lips and finding that elusive clit, the center of joyous fulfillment. I nibbled her nipples to show my appreciation and Josie let out a moan. She pushed my head away and lowered her own to my newly developed tits, licking first one and then the other, teasing and drawing little sparks of electricity from each of them in turn. Then she pulled away and looked me in the eye as she asked "Should I open the door?"

"Mmmmm hummmmm." was the most I could manage as I lay there on the bed basking in my new found love. I watched Josie as she walked towards the door and wondered if I was really ready for what or whom was on the other side of it. I figured I'd find out in a few seconds and closed my eyes basking in the afterglow of my wonderfully incestuous orgasms.



The Changeling Ch. 03



When Josie opened the door Jacob was standing naked on the other side. I opened my eyes and they immediately went to focus on his hardened cock. My God, I thought, the boy is hung like a stud horse. I fathered a son with a cock that big? The shock of its size began to wear off and my mouth started watering as my pussy produced another large load of girl juice to drip down my crack and onto the sheets.

Jacob and Josie stood passionately kissing in the doorway for a moment and his hands wandered all over her body from her tits to her ass cheeks and back again. Her hands had found his cock and jerked it slowly up and down drawing glistening pre-cum from the not so tiny slit on the end. I suddenly found myself jealous of my daughter for getting all the attention from this handsome stud. I wanted that monster cock in me and I wanted his semen coating my cuntal walls with its gooey sperm-laden juices. 

As they entered the room, Josie reached behind them and closed the door, turning the lock to the locked position. We would not be disturbed.

A thought flashed through my mind and I thought, amazed with the possibility, that I wanted Jacob's baby growing in my womb. I knew that all I had to do was to stop taking the birth control pills that I had been started on at the clinic, but they had warned that I would not want to conceive until at least six months from now, just to give my body time to adapt. I decided that I would indeed wait the six months and, if I still felt the same way, would stop taking the pills. In the meantime, these same pills gave me some protection from his young, potent sperm.

"Josie said you were big, but she never said you were hung like a horse. How big is it?"

"Well, we measured it soft and then hard and soft it was a little over five inches long, but hard it was at least double that."

"Ten inches of cock! My God, you must drive the college girls wild with that thing."

"I don't know. I've never fucked any of them. I was too busy fucking Josie and Sandra to worry about fucking some college bimbo who wanted nothing more than to get knocked up."

"You mean you've kept this cock strictly within the family?"

"Yep. And, if you join Josie and me, I will never have any need to take it out of the family. I'd get all the fucking I need at home."

"How about Frank and Eloise?"

"They don't know. We act like normal a brother and sister couple around them and never showed any extra affection around Mom, er, Sandra."

"How long do you think you can keep it from them?"

"We don't know."

Despite all the talk, Jacob's dick never softened in the least thanks to Josie dropping to her knees beside the bed after Jacob had sat down and stuffing her brother's cock into her mouth. Even with her mouth full, there was still a good six inches of meat between her and his pubic hairs. He had been busy playing with my tits and exploring my pussy which was as wet as if it had been a broken water faucet. His fingers felt good rubbing my super-sensitive nipples and probing deep into my cunt. He had a trick of curling his fingers inside my pussy and hitting the one spot that seemed even more sensitive than the rest. I was soon bouncing my ass off the bed trying to force his fingers deeper inside.

"Josie, stop what you're doing and let Jacob put his dick inside me. I need him NOW!" Josie lifted her head and Jacob scooted around until the head of his prick was bumping at the entrance to my treasure house. I reached down and grabbed his ass cheeks pulling him balls deep inside me in one thrust. I screamed, but Josie covered my mouth with hers so the sound stayed within the room. My tender cunt shuddered from the sudden invasion of more than ten inches of hardened cock meat, but the main assault was yet to come and come it did as Jacob started a slow rocking motion that barely moved his prick at first.

The pressure in my gut was building up and I knew I was about to orgasm. I held it back as long as I could but when Jacob started moving a bit faster, I lost control and shot all kinds of girl cream all over his cock and balls. To his credit, he held still inside me until the tremors receded. Then his cock started a much faster pistoning inside my pussy. I don't know who taught Jacob to fuck, but he did not just pound directly in and out of my cunt, he attacked it from random angles in an almost random rhythm. He was literally touching all bases inside my body and my body was being wracked by climax after climax--I'd never felt anything like it before in my life.

Josie wasn't wasting time either. She drew one of my hands to her dripping pussy and inserted a couple of my fingers in herself. I took the hint and started matching Jacob's cock thrusts with my own finger thrusts into her cunt. Her cunt walls grasped my fingers threatening to keep them prisoner in her steamy snatch. Josie plastered her mouth to one of my tits while Jacob suckled the other one. I had watched them as babies sucking at Sandra's breasts and they hadn't forgotten the necessary movements.

Josie came with a soft mewl and a little nip at my breast and then pulled away to regain her breath. Jacob in the meantime was pounding my poor cunt like a madman. He suddenly withdrew from my body and I groaned my disapproval, but it was only to flip me over onto my abdomen. He raised me onto my knees with my head still on the pillows and stuck his man-meat pole back into my steamy depths. It seemed as if his cock was going to piston it way out of my mouth. I arched my back. I rolled my hips. I did everything I could to increase both of our pleasure in this incestuous act of sex. 

All too soon I felt his cock flex itself and I knew, from when I had been a man, that his time was near. He was finally going to spurt his incestuous, potent sperm into my wildly receptive cunt. With a final grunt, he grabbed my hips and pulled me tight against his genitals. His balls must have shot at least seven or eight thick, creamy strands of seed-laden semen into my hot pussy. It seemed to go on forever and I could feel it dripping out of my cunt and down my thighs. Josie surprised me by ducking under me and licking the escaped sperm from my legs. As Jacob withdrew from my body, Josie sucked each inch of his cock clean and then turned her attention to drinking the cum from my hot steamy honey pot.

Jacob collapsed on the bed next to me and I rolled into him to avoid collapsing on Josie's face. She stayed with my roll and finished cleaning my love box of all its excess sperm. Then she turned herself around and kissed me full on the lips letting me taste both myself and Jacob on her tongue. I found that I like the taste of Jacob's cum and wanted more of it for myself, but Jacob had fallen asleep beside me.

"He always does that after every fuck, Mom. It's like he's recharging his batteries for the next round. He'll wake up in a few minutes and his cock will be as hard as a rock and ready to fuck some more. I've seen him come six times in one night, three times in me and three in Mom. He filled each of our holes with cum that night."

"You mean you can take that monster cock up your ass?"

"Yep, sure can. It isn't hard if you relax and let him do his thing. For all his size down there, Jacob is very gentle when it comes to fucking."

"I'm just glad that I wasn't a virgin when he fucked me! I don't know. I haven't been ass fucked yet. I don't know if I really want to be fucked there."

"Then don't. Jacob won't be mad."

"Mad at what?" my son demanded.

"Mad that you can't have Mom's ass."

"Nah. As long as I can fuck that hot pussy, I don't really care if I can get her ass. It'd be nice to fuck it, but I can live without it. Besides, fucking was made for the cunt, not the ass. I don't make it a habit to cum in the mouth either. Don't get me wrong, I love to have my cock sucked, but in the end I really want to put my sperm where it belongs."

"I don't even know if I can get my mouth around that monster you call a cock--and I thought mine was big when I was your father."

"No time like the present to try is there?"

I shook my head no and bent over to lick at his balls. His cock was already three-quarters of the way to full hardness and I licked upward from the balls to the piss slit on the end of his dick. I slurped up some of the pre-cum that was waiting for me and swirled it around his cock head with my tongue. He tasted divine and I knew right then and there that I would never get enough of his sperm either on my tongue or in my hot pussy.

I opened my lips and let Jacob's cock head slip into the warm, moist cavern of my mouth. He moaned as I swirled my tongue just under the crown, remembering what had made me feel especially good when I had had my own cock sucked. My head bobbed up and down and his cock grew even larger while it was in my mouth.

"Mom, it's my turn to be fucked. Let Jacob put that thing between my legs. Let my brother fuck the daylights out of my cunt."

I lifted my head and moved out of the way as Josie straddled her brother's legs, feeding his cock slowly into her hot vagina. I could see her juices drip and seep along the side of her brother's hard cock as she slowly impaled herself on his fleshy spear. When she had his cock as far in as she could get it, she sat still for almost a minute until the intruder had to be attacked with rapid movements of her hips. She looked like a hula dancer gone berserk as her hips moved faster and faster while the remainder of her body was totally still without a bit of movement. Jacob groaned and despite having cum in my pussy not ten minutes earlier showered his sister's womb with his life-giving sperm.

As soon as Josie slid off his cock, Jacob turned his head and fell asleep. We all slept together that night and when the sun peeked through the curtains I had been fucked by both of them twice more during the night. 

We dressed for the funeral and after breakfast with the younger children we left the house. As we buried my ex-wife and their mother, my only wish was that she had been so wanton with me as she had been with Josie and Jacob. If she had been, life may or may not have been different, but it sure would have been much more interesting.

After the burial, we returned to the house where Josie, Jacob and I acted as if we were normal mother and children. We wanted to make sure Frank and Eloise did not to know about our incestuous relationship. How long we could hide the relationship from the two of them I did not know, but I did know that we were going to try very hard not to make them aware.

Between my inheritance from my parents and what Sandra had left, we had no worries about money. None of us needed to work to survive and when Josie and Jacob went to college and Frank and Eloise went off to their respective schools, I was left alone in the house.

I spent a lot of time cleaning, but I also had a lot of time on my hands. Since I had not been in the house before Sandra died, I started methodically exploring starting with the attic and finishing in the basement. I was during one of these explorations that I came across what must have been Jacob's old stash of porn magazines. The stories and magazines all had to do with incestuous sex. Then I came across his diary. He told how he had seduced first Josie and then Sandra and the lengths they were all going to to keep the relationships secret. His last entry concerned me both as a male and as a female. Jacob had wanted to fuck me when I was his father, but he was determined to have his way with me as his mother. In his diary, he stated that he fully intended to make both Josie and me pregnant with his babies. So he wanted what I had thought about fleetingly just before he fucked me for the first time. Just the thought made me reach down into my panties and rub my own clit causing me to gasp in pleasure. Once I had had my mini-cum, I decided not to let on that I knew about the stash and the diary. I put everything back where they had been and in the order in which I had found them and left the room.

I decided right then and there that we would have to see just how well Jacob could keep up his end of the fantasy and make us both pregnant. I also decided to talk to Josie privately and see how she felt--as if I didn't already know! Her entire life seemed to revolve around fucking her brother, morning, noon, and night. I was discovering that much of mine was doing the same thing and wasn't really sure I was quite ready for the next step, the one that would make me pregnant and fulfill my fantasy of being a total woman.



The Changeling Ch. 04



I had come a long way in my fantasy of changing from being a man into becoming a "total" woman. The procedure that GenderBenders had used to create this female from my male self had seemingly been a total success, so much so that I was now fucking my oldest son and my oldest daughter on a regular basis. It was difficult to make sure the younger two didn't find out about our relationships, but somehow we managed to keep them unaware of our on-going affair.

The pills that the GenderBenders doctor had prescribed for me when I left their clinic had just run out. I also stopped taking the birth control pills that I had been taking since I went into the clinic for my "procedure."

I had never required Jacob to wear a condom when he was fucking me. In fact, I didn't want to be just prodded with a hard dick, I wanted to feel all that glorious hot cum flooding my cunt with its lifegiving sperm whenever my son shot his sticky load into me. I did ask Jacob and Josie to use a condom whenever they fucked each other, but I knew that they didn't more often than they did. So, when Josie came to me one day and announced that she had missed her period, I knew deep down that Jacob was going to be a father and I was a little jealous that he had gotten his sister pregnant before me. But, at the same time, I was very happy for Josie since I knew that deep down she wanted a baby more than anything in the world.

I had never knitted before, but Josie took me in hand and taught me to knit. This let me make a receiving blanket for the new baby. When I was finished with that project, I started on a crib blanket. It was during that time that I missed my regular-as-clock-work period. I thought I had just miscounted the days, but after I checked, I realized that the count was correct and that I was a week late.

By this time, little Josie was beginning to thicken a bit around the waist and the youngest two began to tell her she was getting fat. To her credit, she didn't take their teasing to heart and continued smiling. She and I both knew who the father was and Jacob couldn't help but beam whenever he looked at Josie. It got so bad that I took Jacob aside and warned him that his looks were going to give himself away to Frank and Eloise. He tried not to look so happy about Josie getting "fat" but he still did. 

One day, after Josie was about four months along, Eloise came up to me and asked "Josie's going to have a baby isn't she?"

"Now, what gave you that idea?"

"Jerry, we have had sex education class in school. I think she's pregnant and I think I know who the father is!"

"You do?"

"Yes! It's Jacob. Isn't it, Jerry?"

"And if it was?"

"I don't care, I just wish he could have gotten me pregnant too."

"Eloise, you're far too young to be thinking about having a baby. You're only eleven, for God's sake."

"I'm twelve next month."

"I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you. You still have at least a little over six years before you can even think about having a baby!"

"But I want one now!"

"Young lady, you can't have one now. End of subject."

"But..."

"But nothing, I said it was the end of the subject."

"Well, I'll ask Frank..."

"You'll do nothing of the kind and if I even hear a peep about this again, you'll be grounded until you're twenty-one, do you understand me?" I could just see my underaged daughter getting herself pregnant. I was furious that she would even think that way. What was this world coming to, I wondered and then realized that I was part of the problem. I had actually taken steps to change my gender, and then started fucking Jacob as soon as he approached me and without any sign of remorse on either of our parts. 

I began to wonder how Sandra, my dead wife, would have handled Eloise and her impossible desire. It was so complicated being a woman and a mother. At least when I was their father I left home to go to work and didn't have to face up to these everyday affairs except when Sandra asked me to step in which wasn't very often. For the first time I wondered if I had made a serious mistake in changing genders. Of course, being pregnant with my son's baby at the same time my older daughter, Josie, was pregnant with my son's baby was putting a bit of a strain on me and my emotions. And, now eleven year old Eloise also wanted to have a baby by her brother. Impossible. Im-fucking-possible.

After my chat with Eloise, all pretense of Josie merely getting fat was dropped. I figured, and rightly so, that if Eloise knew Josie was pregnant then Frank knew it as well. The crisis really hit, however, when I began to show my own pregnancy. 

When I did, Frank started looking at me in a strange way, as if he could see me totally naked instead of being fully clothed. I faced the challenge straight on and confronted Frank with my take of the situation. To his credit, he did not deny the way he felt, but he was a bit more reasonable about the sex than Eloise had been and told me that he knew he still had a couple of more years before he could be legally sexually active. He also said he would wait and then asked if Jacob was the father. Not wanting to lie to my youngest son, I confirmed his suspicions. He smiled and told me to save some for him three years down the road. I smiled back and agreed. We made a date for the night of his eighteenth birthday.

After that, life seemed to change into a routine with both Josie and me getting bigger by the day. We both went to our check-ups on time. We both went to the child birthing classes, though neither of us took Jacob along. We both had uncomplicated pregnancies.

Josie had a little girl at the end of September and in late October I had a little boy. Josie called her girl Geraldine Sandra and my boy was named Richard Jacob. 

It was about this time that things really got out of hand. My voice started to get deeper and I was growing facial hairs. Despite my recent baby, my breasts were shrinking and had totally dried up. In a panic I called GenderBenders and asked what was happening. To my horror, I found out that they hadn't told me everything, that having a child would sometimes start the reversion to the original body. This only happened with the male to female conversions and only in less than five percent of the cases. They were working on a solution to the problem, but could only offer me continuing treatment. I was told that if I wanted to remain a woman, to get myself back to the clinic for some emergency hormone treatment that would counteract the effects of the changes and start reversing it so that once again I would be a complete woman.

By the time I had my affairs in order, a matter of a little over a week, and had Josie ready to take care of my baby, my voice was much deeper and the hair required me to shave three times a day. I then got to GenderBenders posthaste only to learn the bad news: I had waited too long to come in for the emergency therapy and the change from female to male was irreversible without putting my life in extreme danger. Not only was I going through an emotional trauma, I was in intense physical pain from the changes I was undergoing. A couple of the special drinks from GenderBenders soon had the pain under control, but I watched in horror as my breasts continued to shrink and my penis and testicles started to re-emerge from my body. I was losing any chance of being a woman and I was losing it fast, much faster than the original change had taken. Within two weeks, the reversal was complete and I was a fully functional man once again. How I hated that state of things.

GenderBenders refunded half of my original fee and treated the reversal for free, but they couldn't take the hurt that my mind was going through away with their largesse. If I had only known that a pregnancy could have had such far reaching effects, I would have never become pregnant. What was I saying? I had a baby boy back home, who while he may not know his mother, would surely want to know his father, well his father's real father, the one that wasn't his grandfather and yet was his grandfather.

What ever would become of my dream of womanhood now? GenderBenders fully refused to attempt a second conversion promising me that it would, indeed, kill me if I tried. Now instead of having a nice hard cock at home to satisfy my carnal needs, I would have to go out and find some brazen hussy to screw in some dingy motel room.

Or would I? After all, there was still Josie, wasn't there?



The Changeling



With his emission, she was aware her body was changing. As sure as she was that his release had gotten her with child, she was also sure that the human half of her was leaving. Her skin had never felt so tingling, so aware of all sensation. She could see that her limbs, curled so tight about him, were starting to take on the glittering radiance that Oberon's skin exuded. Her back was itching, and she had only to shift her muscles to know why: she was sprouting wings, small and perfect dragonfly wings. Aurora was aware that they were landing, and she realized with a start that somehow they were back at the bank where they had started, and that more people had come through the portal leading to the realm of Faery. Titania awaited them, a beautiful blonde creature that stole her breath just looking upon her. Also waiting was her mother, whom she had never known. It took only one look upon Daedra, however, to know that it was her mom. She was the spitting image of her. 

Titania clapped her hands, and several nature sprites came forth from the crowd of gathered people. Aurora could see that they bore garments for her, a gown made of woven red flowers and the ivy leaves. "Welcome, my child," the Queen of the Fae said with a smile. She kissed her on the forehead, giving her blessing to the changeling as Oberon parted from her. "You shall never be away from us again." 

And as the servants dressed Aurora, she looked over and saw Daedra holding open her arms, ready to welcome her daughter home at last. She realized she'd never be alone again, and tears of happiness sprung up into her eyes. She walked with them into the portal to the realm of Faery, and when the blue portal shut behind them, the forest was still as though none had been there at all. The stream ran again, the forest creatures sang their wild songs once more. The only testament to Aurora's rebirth were the abandoned clothes lying on the leaves, left to forever rest in the human world she had left behind.