Message-ID: <13411eli$9807271204@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Phillip Stevens Subject: NEW TG: Dream Girl 3/5 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: Dream Girl ========== Chapter Three Michael got into his hotel room. Although the hotel used a card swipe it carried a key lock as backup. His telekinetic powers had returned slightly. Not by much, but just enough to open the lock on the door. He just collapsed on his bed and just layed there for a few minutes trying to compose his thoughts once more. The journey from the hospital to the hotel and had proved difficult. First of all getting dressed was not easy. One of the buttons on his shirt and come off and it was obvious how tight it was. The biggest problem was his shoes, they were simply too big. Being inventive he decided to stuff a sock down each shoe to make them smaller. This worked partially, at least enough to walk. As soon as he walked out of the hospital, he noticed that everyone seemed to be staring at him. He realised quickly that this was because he was now a very good looking young woman. Clearly he's not imagining all this. If so, these people would not have stared so intently. They would have seen a man dressed in mens clothes. Everyone seemed to be staring at his chest which seemed to indicate that they saw exactly what he saw... a pair of fantastic boobs in a very tight shirt which had given under the strain. As he was leaving the hospital, he did see Mary go in another entrance with a man who he had not seen before. He thought about going after Mary, but he was instantly suspicious. What was Mary doing here. Were they looking for him. He decided against meeting them until he had more information. He had become aware very quickly just what it was like to have large breasts. Every step, every movement seemed to send them bouncing and jiggling in all different directions. This seemed to cause a lot of attention. He tried to speed up his walking a little, but this just caused his boobs to bounce even more which started to hurt. Added to the fact that his shoes were very uncomfortable, he was drawing far too much attention to himself. He also had trouble controlling his hair. The wind had picked up a bit and his waist length hair seemed to be blowing everywhere. Eventually he decided to take a cab. He only had ten bucks in his pocket. He hoped that would be enough. His wallet, credit card and everything else had been in his jacket which was still at Tina's. He was lucky that he had put the ten bucks in his pants by mistake. He walked up to a waiting cab. As soon as he was close enough he saw the drivers eyes drift down to his chest before returning to meet his own eyes. Michael told him the name of his hotel and asked the driver roughly how much. The driver said it was a fair distance and it would cost just over ten dollars. Michael told him he only had ten dollars on him. The driver smiled, glanced down at his boobs again and said that would be enough. During the trip he saw the cab driver kept looking in the mirror at Michael. It was a look of pure lust in the driver's eyes. Michael found this to be extremely troubling. When he finally arrived at the hotel, it was only too soon. He finally decided that he had better find out just how far these changes in his body had gone. There was a full length mirror in his room. He nervously approached it and looked straight into it. He just stood there for a minute. It was still difficult to believe that the reflection staring back was really him. There wasn't a trace of his former self. He hadn't simply been turned into a woman, he had been turned into a different person as well. There wasn't a single feature on his face that resembled the way he was. Even his eyes were a different color. They were now a piercing blue. The woman staring back at him looked more of a girl than a woman. She seemed no older than twenty. He found it odd that he was still the same height as before. He had been an average five foot ten. He was still roughly the same height now, which was tall for a woman. Perhaps whatever caused this could not adjust his height. His attention was drawn to his new chest. First he looked at the reflection in the mirror and then looked down at them first hand. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt then discarded it. He cupped them feeling their weight. He had never felt breasts as large or as heavy as these. He then squeezed them slightly. He even pulled at them as if they were false breasts and they could be pulled off. He wasn't an expert on breasts, but they were round and they seemed incredibly firm. They were not obscenely overlarge, but they were big. Michael guessed they must be at least DD size, maybe even more. He squeezed the nipples slightly. Although it felt pretty much the same as before, the sensation he received was much more intense. His attention was then drawn to the void between his legs. He felt a very strange sensation down there. He unbuttoned his pants and let them drop. He slowly pulled of his boxer shorts. He looked back in the mirror. He was now standing completely naked in front of the mirror. He noticed that his pubic hair was now blonde as well, which indicated he was now a natural blonde. He hadn't really had a chance to look over his body in the hospital. Getting dressed had been the first priority. He noticed that his legs were long, slender and very feminine. They were hairless and silky smooth. He noticed how much wider his hips were now. He tried to visualize what he looked like now. The name Barbie immediately popped in his head. He didn't really look a lot like Barbie. "Barbie doesn't look as sexy as this" he thought. But he looked a lot more like Barbie now than he did four hours ago. Michael turned to his side to get a profile look. From this position he could see just how stunning his figure was. He could also see just how far his hair went down his back. It just touched his buttocks. His attention was now drawn to his hair. For a start, there was just so much of it. To say it was a mane of hair would be an understatement. There was no fringe. It was all the same length and ran all the way down his back. Michael had never had his hair longer than two inches at most. Now it's at least two feet long. There must be at least a dozen different distinct shades of blonde, some more striking than others. Michael's was about as striking as it could possibly get. It's bright golden color just stood out as it shinned in the light so brilliantly. He turned to look straight in the mirror again. His body was just so sexy. He couldn't think how he could possibly be even more sexy. The harem sex girl image flashed through his mind again. When he looked at this girl, his first thought was how could he find a way to have sex with her. The subject of sex drew his attention once again to the blonde patch between his legs. He looked down, but it was difficult to get a good view of it partially because of his large breasts, so he looked at the mirror again. He could see the hair was perfectly trimmed into a small triangle. He moved his hand cautiously down. He rested his new feminine fingers on his new feminine crotch. He applied a little pressure and stroked the area every so gently. He closed his eyes. This caused him to feel very strange sensations all over his body. He did this for a few minutes. Without realising it, his other hand had found his breast and had started to lightly caress his nipples causing them to get very erect. After a few minutes he slid his middle finger down his slit and slightly parted the lips. This action sent a wave of pleasure throughout his entire body. He could feel a heat emanating from his pussy. His breathing had altered. He opened his eyes again and he looked in the mirror and watched himself slide a finger into his now hot pussy. He watched the girl in the mirror. What he saw should have caused him disgust or at least some concern, but it only served to turn him on even more. He watched the girl in the mirror start to finger herself. He felt somehow detached by all this. He was watching a girl jerk herself off and he was getting thoroughly aroused by this. It was as if he was watching a porno movie. Part of his brain didn't seem to realise that the girl he was watching was really him and the pleasure he was feeling was the pleasure 'she' was feeling. The feeling of penetration down there was so completely alien to Michael and yet it felt so good. He quickly found his clitoris. He gently stroked it. The pleasure he experienced from this finally broke any inhibitions he might have had. He inserted another finger in his vagina and began to thrust in and out. By now his mind was no longer in control of the situation, his body was firmly in command. He just wasn't aware of it. He just went along with it all. He was now playing vigorously with his nipples which was causing him immense pleasure. He heard the woman in the mirror groan in a very feminine way. By now he fully realised what he was doing. He was masturbating as a female. But it was far too late. He no longer had any direct control over what he was doing. His new clitoris was in control. But even if his mind was in control he doubted that he could have ever stopped. In the end, he now wanted to do this. He wanted to masturbate. He wanted to come. There was no stopping now. His hand was still playing with his nipples. They were so erect now. He could feel something build inside him. It was so strange and yet he knew what was happening. It was the build to an orgasm. He could feel it coming closer. He wanted this. He needed this. He threw his head back as the orgasm hit. His whole body tensed and shuddered. His new vaginal muscles clamped down on his fingers increasing the pleasure further. He heard himself make a screaming sound. A sound that he recognized as that a woman makes when she cums. A wave of pleasure crashed throughout his whole body, a type of pleasure that he had never felt before. Finally his legs went weak and gave way. He fell to his knees as the pleasure continued. But he did not stop. His hands continued to work his nipples and his cunt, determined to milk every last bit of pleasure he could. Slowly he felt the pleasure die away. This did not feel the same as it did when he jerked off as a man. The pleasure died away much slower and it was replaced by a warmth. His body was still tingling. When it was all over he finally removed his hand from his vagina. His hand was glistening. It was coated in pussy juice, his pussy juice. He brought his hand up to his face and licked his finger. He had tasted pussy juice before, but of course it had always been someone else's, never his own. Michael climbed back to his feet and looked in the mirror. He just stood there again. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He should have been worrying about getting his body back, not have a jerk off. What if doing that has just made it impossible to be turned back. Could he even be turned back anyway. Was that pleasure the only pleasure he could feel from now on. A part of his mind said 'so what if it is... all the better'. That part of him was also encouraging him to do it all over again, to put his hand back in his cunt. He stood there in a trance for a few more minutes. He then felt a slight pressure inside him. While it didn't feel the same, he somehow knew that he had to pee. This took his mind off what he had just done. He walked, still naked into the bathroom. Before he went to the toilet, he walked to the sink, turned on the water and ran his hands under the tap to wash the juices off his hands. He shook them once before walking to the toilet. Michael stood in front of the toilet and instinctively reached down for his penis. Of course, it wasn't there, so he was then forced to turn around, put down the seat and sit on the toilet. His hair fell in front of his face as looked down. He pushed it back behind him. Michael didn't know what to expect, but he felt a strange sensation as his bladder was relieved. This was one of those points when the full realisation of what had happened struck Michael. The emotions that he had been trying to hold inside finally broke. He felt tears welling in his eyes. He tried to fight them back, but to no avail. He didn't have a full blown cry, but he did sob for a few minutes. Eventually he regained control of his emotions. He was about to rise when he realised he needed to wipe himself. That nearly started him crying again. He reached over for a piece of paper and carefully wiped himself. His hair fell in front of his face once again as he did this. Finally anger took over Michael. He'd had enough of this damn hair. On his trip from the hospital, he wanted to pull it out several times. Now he was going to sort it out once and for all. He just needed something to cut it with. He remembered that he might have something in his small travel bag that would do the trick. The bag was on the sink next to him. He got up, opened the small bag and tipped the contents of the bag into the sink. Amongst the items he often used, toothbrush, toothpaste, razor, he found something that had been in there from when he bought it, but which he had never used, a small pair of scissors. They were pretty small, not much use for anything, they were probably designed for cutting nails. Well, after his hair, his nails would be the next to go. He grabbed his hair in one hand and picked up the scissors in the other. He was about to cut his hair off when a sudden thought struck him. This hair had grown out of him. Where did it come from. His rational mind started to work. If this hair grew out of him, would it need to go back for him to become a man again. What would happen if he cut it off. Would that prevent him from being turned back. Would he have to wait until it grew back to waist length again. Suddenly he started to feel a little unsure. He badly wanted to cut his hair but he thought about the cost. If he did cut it, he could be stuck like this. It wasn't worth it. But he had to something with it or he would end up ripping it out. He had to find some way of tying it back. He went back into the main room and looked for something, anything that he could used to tie his hair back. He opened his suitcase. He needed something like a ribbon. Once again, his inventive nature came to the rescue. He rushed into the bathroom. He rushed a little too fast because his boobs bounced a little too much forcing him to slow down a little. He picked up the scissors, returned to the main room and picked out a white t-shirt. He then cut a strip of material out. This would serve as his ribbon. He returned to the full length mirror. He took the band in one hand and grabbed his hair with the other. He tried to tie the ribbon around his hair. It wasn't as easy as it looked because his hair was behind him. The first time his hair fell away. Undaunted, he tried a second time, this time twisting his body to get a better look in the mirror. Unfortunately he had not accounted for his new balance. He slipped over and fell to the floor. As he layed on the floor, he wanted to scream out of frustration. He just sat there for a moment taking deep breaths. Eventually he picked himself up and tried for a third time. This time it worked, he managed to tie his hair back. He looked at himself in the mirror, pleased with his work. For the first time since this happened, he even managed a brief smile. The only problem was that even a smile looked so completely different on his female form. He glanced down at the melons on his chest. Now he had sorted out his hair, it was 'their' turn. He remembered that he had often seen women tie a shirt under their boobs. He had seen his wife do it. He always thought it looked kind of sexy. The last thing he wanted to do was look even more sexy, but perhaps he could try something like that to keep his boobs under control. He opened his suitcase again. It took him a few minutes to work out exactly how to do it, but he quickly decided that perhaps it wasn't such a good idea for two reasons. The first reason was that it didn't seem to provide a great deal of support, he obviously wasn't doing it right, but the second, more important reason was that when he looked in the mirror and saw how sexy it made him look, he thought he might as well write "come and fuck me" on his forehead. He never did understand why women wore bras. He thought he understood, but at this point he now realised that he had no idea. He also knew that if he could not get rid of these boobs somehow, it would only be a matter of time before he would end up wearing one himself. That mere thought sent a shiver down his spine. Michael decided that he was simply going to have to wear a plain shirt. He tried a looser shirt. Even so, it was tight around his chest. He decided to wear a jacket over it, so his boobs didn't look quite so obvious. He decided to wear a pair of jeans instead of his pants. He put his boxer shorts back on, briefly looking over his new genitals once again. He tucked his mane of hair into the back of his jacket. He glanced into the mirror. Even with the changes he had applied, he still looked sexy. Michael walked over to the door. He glanced back to look around. For an instant he felt the desire to rip off his clothes, jump on the bed and jerk off all over again. He instantly realised where his thoughts were going. He shook his head as if to clear his mind, opened the door and left the room, not realising as he did that his nipples had just become quite hard. ******************* The room was crammed full of people, both men and women. They were all talking, mostly explaining to each other what they thought had happened. Mary squeezed into the room. Everyone fell silent. She then appeared to concentrate and a shimmering image of Michael appeared beside her. "Okay, listen up everyone. At just after 3pm today this man, Michael Curtis was transformed into this woman" The image of Michael shimmered into that of his new female form in the same clothes. "Now we still don't why exactly why this happened. Tina was trying to turn herself into Michael's ideal sexual fantasy. Unfortunately she ended up turning him into his own fantasy." She then paused to a few seconds "As if this isn't bad enough, Tina used the full version of the Transformation spell" There were a few murmmers around the room. Mary raised a hand to quieten them down. "Now since parts of the spell got screwed up, we don't know what other parts have been included. We have to assume the worst and that approximately six hours after the transformation, he will become a witch just like the rest of us. Now he won't be able to cast any real spell, but it will mean that he will become immune to almost all of our spells and we won't be able to turn him back, possibly forever. It also creates other serious problems, like what do we actually do with him after that. You all know our rules regarding outsiders. But we will have to worry about that later. We have to find him and we have under three hours to do it." "He disappeared from the hospital about forty five minutes ago. He gave the name Michelle at the hospital. So, outside this room remember to refer to him as Michelle and in the female sense. "We are assuming that he knows roughly what has happened to him, but we can't be sure. For all we know SHE may have a total memory loss and may not be aware that SHE really is... I mean was... a man". "Richard's checking his hotel room at the moment. What I need you to do is get out of the streets and find him. Ask people discreetly. People are bound to have seen him. Just take one look at HER. A girl with long blonde hair, large breasts wearing no bra and with a shirt ripped open is going to attract a lot of attention." Mary paused "I'm just hoping it's the right kind of attention. He may not be aware just how good looking he really is" "That raises another problem. Tina wanted to ensure that Michael would have sex with her in her new body. To do this, she made a couple of... enhancements to her new body. Firstly she gave her new body a high hormone level to try and make sure she enjoyed it. That shouldn't be much a problem at the moment, but secondly, she made sure her new body would secrete pheremones that would make her absolutely irresistable to any man. Michael would find it impossible to say no." "Now, if you look at his new body, it's pretty hard to say no anyway, but with the pheremones at their current level and given the fact that it's a hot day and she will be sweating a lot which will increase the effect of the pheremones... any man, or woman that gets close to HER is going to feel an overwhelming desire to fuck HER" This seemed the right time for a slightly longer pause. "The only good point, if there is one, was that these enhancements were not completely permanant. They were not part of the main transformation, just bits added by Tina. The levels will reduce in time, but we have no idea whether they will take hours or days to drop. Tina didn't plan on being in this body any longer than a hour at most" "All this must be done discreetly however. This MUST remain inside our group. The other groups can't be allowed to know about this, especially the Hawks and the Ravens. You all know what the Ravens would do to him if they found him" "Here's a little background information. Michael was thirty two years old. As I'm sure you're all aware, he saved Mary, Andrew and Tina a few months back. He's a black belt at Karate. Now he probably won't be as effective as a female. He will be weaker and his balance will be off, but don't underestimate him because of that. I don't expect him to be dangerous toward us, but then he may well blame us, or Tina for what happened to him". "As to his mental state, he's probably terrified. As I'm sure you're all aware, something like this is a bit frightening even when you know what is happening, but for him...." "One more thing. Tina tried to stun him after she realised the transformation wasn't working, but the Stun spell didn't work properly either. It stunned them both and it stunned Tina for longer." "Clearly this person has some limited form of resistance to magic, both as a male and as a female. Not enough resistance to stop the spell otherwise he wouldn't have been transformed or stunned, but enough resistance to mess them up. It's rare, but we've seen it before. What I am saying is that you should exercise extreme caution in casting any spells against him. You could find that they bounce back at you. I'm going back to Sarah's to see if I can learn anything more from Tina. Any questions." "If he has some resistance to magic, then how do we know we turn him back anyway, even if we make it before the deadline" asked one man. "We don't. It's possible he's already stuck like that" Mary answered "But we have still got to try" There were no more questions. Mary wrapped up the meeting and everyone filed out of the room exchanging brief comments. They all knew what had to be done. Somehow, they had to find Michael and bring him back to Tina so she could reverse what she had done. ***************** Richard entered Michael's hotel room with a female colleague. The hotel manager had let them in using a pass card. Richard was a detective sergeant in the San Diego Police. As soon as they found out that Michael had gone missing he phoned his station Captain. He made out that he was a friend of Sarah's family and that Michelle was a friend of Sarah's staying in California for a few weeks. Richard played on the fact that 'Michelle' was was young, innocent, very good looking, possibly suffering amnesia and because she came from a small town in New Jersey, she may be unaware of the dangers of walking around in clothes that she had in San Diego. Any attack on her would certainly cause bad publicity and his Captain would do everything he could to try and avoid this. As soon as they entered it was obvious Michael had been there. Clothes were all over the room. They checked thoroughly to make sure he wasn't hiding anywhere. As soon as Richard was sure, he called Mary. "Mary, it's Richard. We're at the hotel room. He's been here, that's for sure. It looks like we missed him though. I'm going to cast a Vision spell to see what happened. I'll get back to you." Richard had prepared this spell. It still took him a few minutes. Sure enough, an image of 'Michelle' appeared entering the door. They watched everything he did. They watched him examining himself, then masturbating himself to orgasm in front of the mirror. They watched him crying on the toilet, then watched his attempts to control his hair. Richard had to suppress a giggle at Michael's failed attempts to control his boobs. Finally they watched him leave the room. Richard noted the time when Michael left the room and realised it was only minutes before they had arrived. "Shit" he thought. By now he would be long gone. He cursed himself for not checking the end of the vision first. ***************** Continued in part four... Phillip Stevens phil_stevens_2@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----