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Anna 4/6 [tg magic trans]
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Anna
Part 4
Alan woke up early, but laid in bed for a while, thinking about the
strange turns his life had taken lately. Here he was, with the body of a
woman than could make a career as a model, laying about in a sexy, silky
nightie, the morning after he had gone on a date with a guy, and kissed him
goodnight (not to mention sort of liking it). Very, very strange.
He heard Janine in the kitchen downstairs, so he got up, put on the
robe she had lent him, and went down. She had breakfast laid out.
"Good morning," she said with a smile.
"Yeah..." mumbled Alan. It seemed the only thing that hadn't changed
about him over the last few days was the fact that he still wasn't a morning
person.
"Kevin called me before you woke up," said Janine while pouring
coffee for her friend, "Paul couldn't stop talking about you last night.
So when are you going out again?"
Oh shit, thought Alan, I forgot about that. Paul seemed like such a
nice guy, Alan was truly sorry he had led him on. "Don't you remember we
have an appointment with a certain occult shopkeeper today?"
"Oh... yeah," Janine was visibly dissapointed, "I'm sorry, I guess I
just got carried away. It's really fun having a close girlfriend... I
guess part of me was sota hoping it could stay this way..."
Hearing Janine's words caused those unwanted thoughts to resurface
in Alan's mind, but he quickly pushed them away. "Janine," he said, "I
have really enjoyed these past few days... they have been really special,
and I feel we've bonded in a way we never could have before. But I am a
guy inside, and I need to be who I really am..."
"Yeah, I guess you're right..." said Janine. They finished their
breakfast without much more conversation. When finished they got
dressed, Alan in a pair of Janine's jeans and a white t-shirt. They drove
towards the market section of town, and the little shop where Alan hoped
to find some answers...
* * * *
The shop was right where Janine had said it would be. Janine and
Alan entered the tiny shop and found the old man behind the counter.
"Hello ladies, may I help you in any way?"
"Yes, actually," said Janine, "I was in here a few days ago and I
bought a Leprauchan statue to `harmonize' a relationship..."
"Oh, yes, lassie, I remember you... so, did the carving work for you?"
"Well, this here is my friend Alan..."
The old man looked at Alan, "My what an odd name for such a beautiful
young lady?"
"You don't understand," said Alan, "Up until a few days ago I WASN'T
a beautiful young lady, in fact I wasn't a lady at all!"
"Ahh...", said the old man as he scratched at his chin, "I see now.
I should have known better than to trust a Leprauchan's magic... I guess
in a technical way the barriers to your friendship have been removed, eh?"
"Yes," said Janine, "technincally..."
Alan cut in, "But I have a vested interest in my old gender, you
see. I was a guy for 24 years, and I don't think I can stop just now.
So tell me - how do I change back? The damn carving won't work anymore..."
"There is no need to get irate, young man..." the old man said.
"I'm sorry, this week has been very stressful..." Alan was close to
tears.
"I understand. The statue the young lady bought contained a type of
Leprauchaun magic that was, while not maliscous, definitely mischevous.
And even though it is a very weak magic, to try and turn back the spell
would probably be impossible if not dangerous."
"So I'm stuck this way?" Alan asked, exasperated.
"No, not permanently," the old man continued, "There is some good
news. The carving has very weak magic, as I've said, and once a wish is
used it takes time to recharge itself, so to speak. A fortnight, to be
exact."
"That's over a month," Alan said, "Is there no faster way?"
"I'm sorry, but no..." replied the old man.
As they drove home Janine tried to cheer Alan up. He stared out the
window and thought about everything... "Well, I've made it this far," he
said, "I guess I can survive a month..."
* * * *
By the time they got home Janine had cheered Alan up considerably.
Before long they were joking around like old times, and Alan had
forgotten most of his troubles. They decided to rent a movie and order
in Chinese food. One thing Alan noticed about his situation was his
diminished apetite. Hmmn, he thought, maybe at least I'll save some
money on groceries this month. He had finished about half his chow mein,
and was feeling quite full, when the phone rang.
Janine answered it in the kitchen. After saying `hello' she cupped
her hand over the phone and whispered to Alan, "It's Paul".
Oh the fun just never stops, does it, Alan thought. Well... I am
going to be in this body for at least another month and a half, it would
be sorta hard to avoid him all that time... "I'll take it," he said.
The voice on the other end of the phone had all that nervous
apprehension that Alan had associated with Paul, and had found cute, in
an objective way of course. "Hello... Anna?"
"Hello Paul," Alan replied.
"Hi, I was just wondering about what we talked about the other
night, you know, about going out again? Well, I know you like
baseball... I've got two tickets for tommorow night's game... and I was
wondering if you..."
Alan mercifully cut him off, "Paul, I'd love to go."
"Oh, Really? Marvellous..." When Alan finally got off the phone the
two had talked for over two hours.
"Well, well, I see the phone is free..." Janine said coyly when Alan
was finally finished.
"Don't even start..." he warned.
"Oh, come on, Paul is a really nice guy. So are you two going out
on a DATE?" Janine said, placing much emphasis on the word date.
"We're going to the baseball game tomorrow... okay? We might as well
be two guys... it's a ballgame, alright."
"Okay..." she said, "Alan, I was wondering... and you don't have to
answer if you don't want to, but seeing as you're in that body, have you
felt any... feelings... that someone in that body might normally feel?"
"You mean am I attracted to guys? I'm not really sure. Like Paul,
for example, on one hand I think he's really cool, you know, as a
friend. On another hand I find myself getting repulsed at the idea of
being around him as a woman. And on even another hand I feel what I
could best describe as attraction to him... but not how I ever felt as a
guy when I liked a girl. I don't know, all these thoughts are swimming
around my head... it's very confusing sometimes..."
"I'm sorry..." said Janine.
"It's okay," Alan replied, "I never would have guessed it in a
million years, but I am having a good time. I do miss being able to pee
standing up, though..."
"You pig!" Janine laughed. The two sat and laughed and talked into
the night.
* * * *
Alan agreed to let Janine pick out his outfit for his date with
Paul. Deciding to keep the feel casual she selected a tan floral print sun
dress, and sandals. Alan was sort of apprehensive about wearing a dress,
but once he put it on it felt comfortable, so he agreed. He decided to
wear his old faded denim jacket over top, a move which actually got him
praise from Janine for his fashion sense. He borrowed a brown leather
purse from her to keep his money in. Janine did his makeup and hair, and
as he stood looking at his reflection in the hall mirror he thought he
looked pretty darn good. He wondered how Paul would like how he looked...
Paul picked him up at 6:30, giving them time to get to the game by
opening pitch at 7:30. Rather than rushing to eat before the game they
decided it would be best to get a bite and a drink afterwards. On the
drive to the game Alan was amazed by how comfortable he felt, and how
easy the conversation flowed.
Paul was quite the gentleman, buying Alan a pennant, a program, a
cap, and almost anything else he could find with the home team's logo on
it until a blushing Alan told him to stop. When they went to their seats
Alan was amazed. He had never had seats like this in his life, right at
first base, six rows up. When he asked Paul where he got the seats Alan
found out that Paul worked for a marketing company that handled a lot of
the team's business. Hmmn, he thought, pretty impressive...
The game turned out to be a one-sided victory for the home team, and
Alan had to spend a good five minutes to make Paul stop apologizing for
it not being a closer game. They decided to leave the car and walk to a
restaurant near the stadium.
The place was busy with the after ballgame crowd, but Paul and Alan
found a booth near the back that wasn't quite so noisy. They ordered
some finger food and two light beers. Alan was having a really great time.
"You know," said Paul, "I really must admit, and I hope this doesn't
sound sexist, that I've never known a girl who understands baseball like
you do. Gee, I'd really like to bring you to the office one day and put
all the macho-wannabes who think women are only good for one thing in
their place."
"Why thank you, what a sweet thing to say, I think," Alan was blushing.
"You know, Anna, I really think you are a neat person... lots of fun
to be around. When I first saw you, I must admit I was sort of
intimidated by your looks... I mean, like, you are very very pretty...
but, I don't know, I feel very comfortable around you."
Alan/Anna was truly moved, "Gee... you're going to give me a big
head. But thanks again... and yes, I feel pretty comfortable around you,
too." Anna smiled.
As they drove home, they talked baseball, politics, the world - they
seemed to be able to talk about anything together. Before they knew it
they were in front of Anna's. Paul turned off the ignition.
"I had a really good time tonight," he said, "I hope we can do it
again sometime..."
"I think that's a possibility," replied Anna, not even thinking that
she would be back to being Alan in only a month and a half.
Paul looked into Anna's eyes, and quickly darted his glance away.
He looked back, and Anna nodded her head. Paul leaned forward, and their
lips met in a kiss. They both adjusted themselves in their seats, and
Anna brought her one arm up and ran her fingers through Paul's hair.
What am I doing?, thought Alan/Anna, but he pushed the thought away and
enjoyed the moment. Paul gently pressed his tongue into Anna's mouth,
and Anna reciprocated. Paul's mouth tasted totally alien to Alan, but he
found it enjoyable. The two continued kissing as the windows on the car
fogged up... Paul reached out and cupped Anna's still-clothed breast and
began to massage it. Holy moly, thought Alan, that feels damn good, I'm
going to have to watch myself. After kissing for an indeterminable
amount of time Anna pulled back, "I should really go..."
Paul looked dissapointed, but said, "Yeah... I have to work
tomorrow. Can I call?"
Anna laughed, "Of course", and bent over and kissed him once again.
Anna/Alan gathered his colection of baseball momentos and walked to the
house, turning to wave goodbye. When he got inside the door Janine was
waiting up for him with a coffee. "Hmmn... 2 hours and 13 minutes by my
watch. Did the car door locks seize up?"
"Ha ha, very funny," Anna replied.
"Sit down and tell me, did you have a good time?"
Alan thought to himself, This is too weird. I should feel repulsed
by what I've done, shouldn't I? I'm not gay... but then I do have the
body of a woman... All he knew was that he wanted to share his evening
with someone, and telling it to Janine felt, well, right.
"It was great! He was a total gentleman. He bought me this ball,
and after the game...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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