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Anna 2/6 [tg magic trans]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Anna
Part 2
Janine sat across the kitchen table from the beautiful blond girl.
The clock said 9:00am. For the last two hours she had sat and listened
to this stranger talk... telling her unbelievable things, things that
only her best friend Alan could have known. The girl began to cry a
couple of times, and Janine had comforted her with a tissue. She
repeated her story again, but Janine could still not believe...
"...and when I dropped my shorts to pee, it was... gone. That's
when I screamed. Then you came in and found me... God Janine, you've got to
believe me. How else could I know all I know? I don't know what has
happened, but I am Alan." said the girl again and started at Janine
pleadingly.
"But how? I want to believe you, trust me I do, but it's just so
unbelieveable..."
The girl stared out into space. Then, overwhelmed with an idea she
got up and ran to a kitchen drawer. Grabbing a pen she wrote something
on a piece of paper, and shoved it in Janine's face, "Here."
"What?", asked Janine, but when she looked at the paper she didn't
need an answer. It was Alan's signature, pure and simple. Only a master
forger could create such a likeness. "Alan?"
"What do you think I've been trying to tell you... do you believe me
now?"
"Yes... how did this happen?"
"If I knew I wouldn't be quite as panicky as I am right now."
"We need to talk to a doctor, or something. Could it have been
something you ate?"
"Janine, look at me... I've got C-cup breasts, not hives."
"Yeah... fair enough. But there has to be a reason for this..."
Alan sunk his head in his hands. "I'm too exhausted to think right
now... I need a bath and a nap."
"That's probably a good idea", said Janine, "I'm calling in sick to
work. When you wake up we can talk."
"Okay", said Alan, and stifled a laugh, "well, look at it this way, I
don't think your boyfriend Kevin would have too much of a problem with me
living here if he saw me now..."
As Alan started up the stairs a thought enetered Janine's head. At
first she brushed it away as impossible, but as she thought more about
the morning's incredible happenings it made more sense. She turned and
ran into the front room, and to the figure on the coffee table...
* * * *
Alan ran himself a warm bath, and stared at himself in the mirror.
Wow, he thought, I'm a babe. He looked like a model, with long blond
hair, deep blue eyes, Scandanavian good looks, a 36-24-35 figure with C-cup
breasts, and stood at 5'9". He stepped on the scale, 124lbs. Hmmn, he
thought, I've been meaning to drop some weight, but 76lbs. overnight!
He stepped slowly into the warm bath. He was still amazed to see
the long sleek legs that were his own. As he soaked in the bath he
thought over that morning's incredible experiences. There had to be some
rational explanation. Still, as he relaxed in the tub, he was too
confused to think of an explanation right then. He closed his eyes and
felt the warm water all around him. He grabbed a bar of soap and began
to lather himself.
Alan opened his eyes and looked at the delicate hands washing the
firm breasts, and thought, Yeah, they're mine. The sight of a naked
woman in a tub turned him on, even if he WAS the woman. He closed his
eyes and bgean to gently massage his breasts, and playing with his
nipples. Wow, Alan thought, this feels great. Slowly, without really
being aware of it, his one hand slid down to his groin...
Wait, he thought, I can't do this. I have to find out what
happened, not sit here and frig myself. But, damn, it feels good... hey,
who'll ever know... and when I get changed back into a man I'll know how
to please a woman so much more...
His hand touched the soft pubic mound, and one finger probed
inside. His body tensed as he slowly began to massage his clit... he
inserted another finger and began to slowly pump himself. As he sped up
his sensations continued to build, eventually exploding in a crescendo of
pleasure he'd never known before.
He got out of the tub, dried himself, and looked in the mirror. He
then said "Wow" aloud to no one in particular as he walked into his
bedroom and fell asleep on his bed...
* * * *
Alan opened his eyes slightly. He had had a wonderful dream... he
was laying on a bed of silk lace, and Harrison Ford, dressed as Indiana
Jones, had come into the room and kissed him full on the mouth. They
made wonderful love and...
Alan woke up with a start. He thought, What the hell? He reached
up to his chest, and felt the firmness of his two breasts and it all came
back to him. He looked at his clock - 2pm. He had napped for only about
three hours, but it had seemed much longer. He figured Janine was
downstairs waiting for him so he decided to get out of bed. He looked
around for something to wear, and decided on a pair of trackpants that
had been too small for him for years (they still needed to be rolled up
on his new body) and a tshirt. He threw on a baseball cap to keep his
hair back, and when that failed, tied it back with an elastic.
As he started down the stairs he thought to himself, What was that
dream all about? Just because I have a chick's body is no reason to go
queer... In any case he had more pressing issues to discuss.
* * * *
Janine sat on the couch in the front room with an ugly wood carving
of a Leprauchan in front of her on the coffee table. Alan sat in a
recliner, and looked at her in disbelief.
"So you're saying that is why I am now the way I am?" he asked
incredulously.
"Think about it, Alan, despite how ridiculous it sounds it is the
only thing that makes sense."
"I don't know..."
"Listen... the old man told me it could grant wishes to create
harmony in a situation. I wished for our friendship to be saved somehow..."
"I still don't get it..."
"Think. Our problems don't come from our closesness, Hell, you're
my best friend in the world. Our problems are the complications that,
well, our sexes create. How can we be a problem for each other if we are
the same sex. No guy I would go out with would care if I have a female
roommate. A male one, however..."
"So you think Mr. Leprauchan there did some plumbing adjustments on
me with some sort of magic to make me into a woman, thereby saving our
friendship? Janine, what if I don't want to be a woman? I have twenty
four years experience at being a guy, and I don't think I'm quite ready to
give that up. So just rub his belly, or whatever you do, and wish me
back to being a man."
"I can't. I've tried already... it won't work."
"What? Does it come with a one wish limit? Or did you waste the
remaining wishes on a new car or some money?"
"No, it doesn't work that way. I don't know if there is a limit,
but I tried wishing you back while you slept, and, well, no change."
"Where is the shop where you bought this thing, I'm going down there
right now..." Alan was cut short by the doorbell ringing. "Oh good God,
now what?"
Janine looked out the window, "Oh God, it's Kevin."
"I'm outta here..." said Alan as he started to get up.
"No wait," implored Janine, "He would have seen someone in here with
me through the window. He and I don't need any more problems, Alan.
Please, just pretend to be my cousin or something. There's no way he
could ever tell. Please..."
Alan looked at his friend, "Okay, I guess a lot of your problems are
because of me anyway. Just make it short."
Janine answered the door, "Hello, Kevin. Would you like to come in?"
He was carrying a single rose and a letter, "Hi Janine. I'm sorry
about the other night... I wrote some things down that I hope will make
it better. I can't stay long, but I hope you'll read the letter, and
maybe go out with me again...", he noticed the blond girl on the couch,
"Oh, hello, I'm sorry... I didn't know you had company."
Janine, who was taken in by her ex's sentiments, had almost
forgotten Alan was still there. "Oh, yeah... Kevin, this is Al... er,
Anna, my cousin. Anna, this is Kevin."
"Hello, Anna," said Kevin.
"Oh, yes, hello," replied Alan without much enthusiasm, "Janine,
Cous, I'm going into the kitchen to start dinner. Nice to meet you, Calvin."
"Kevin"
"Yeah, whatever." Janine shot Alan a cold glance as he left the room.
"Janine, you mean more to me than anything. I was thinking, I guess
I reacted badly the other night. I hope you can find it in your heart to
see me again. Hey, maybe we could double-date with your cousin. My
buddy Paul is single..." Kevin smiled sheepishly.
"We'll see", said Janine, "Thanks for the rose. I'll talk to you
later..."
"Bye" said Kevin as he walked out to the car.
Janine was smelling the rose he brought as Alan came back into the
room. "Lover boy gone? Good... now back to the problem at hand.
Where is this shop?" Janine turned to look at Alan with a look he knew
all too well, the `please do me a favour' look. "What... oh no... I
know what you're thinking... no, you are not going to set me up with
some friend of his..."
"Please... only one date, we need to get back on a firm footing.
Then, I promise, we will go to the shop and straighten this all out..."
Alan ran a hand through his long hair. "I am going to regret
this..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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