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Magic in the Air
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.
Magic in the Air
by Alice Wonder
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The day had been stifling and even though he had air conditioning
in his car, Allan was sweating. He had promised his wife and himself
a week at their small cottage by the lake up north, and he was
getting ready for their good times together by taking his tie off
(his symbol for leaving the rat race behind). After arriving home
and downing a glss of lemonade, he loaded the two small suitcases in
the car and they departed for the small airstrip two miles from the
house. After preflighting his trusty old Piper Cherokee, and
pronouncing her sound, he got in and his wife followed (The Piper
has only one door on the passenger side). Finishing the pre-start
checklist, he yelled "Clear" and the old starter began cranking and
very soon the engine was purring like a kitten (more like roaring
like a lion). After final checklist, he turned the Piper into the
wind and pushed the throttle in. Soon they were speeding down the
runway, and as soon as the plane had enough speed, she lifted off by
herself. All the troubles of the week fell away as the bounds of the
ground were broken. This was living, being with the woman he loved
on a plane he loved flying thru the air on a warm cloudless summer
afternoon. After the climb, he settled the plane on a steady course
of 330 degrees which would take him to the airstrip serving the
little town close to his cabin. His wife had done the packing after
he had called to confirm that indeed they could go and enjoy the
vacation, since the unresolved problems had been taken care of. Now,
as they spoke through their intercom, she reminded him that they
both needed this rest and that no further talk of work would be
tolerated. The scenery below was wonderful and he could see the cars
headed out of the city, and he felt sorry for the poor people having
to deal with the traffic jams and the discourteous drivers. He
didn't see it until he was almost upon it, but the small cloud was
very unusual, not only was it an otherwise cloudless day, but this
cloud was very small and seemed to have a glow inside. There was
nothing he could do but fly through it, even though he was flying
VFR and no contact with clouds was permitted, but he had not had any
time to react. Soon after entering the cloud, he felt a slight
tingle in all his body, and felt a little disoriented, but as soon
as it had come, it had ended. And they were out of the cloud. What a
strange feeling! he refleccted to himself and to his wife who had
been dozing, but had awakened when they had entered the cloud. No,
she said, she had not felt the tingling sensation which he
attributed to static electricity. Soon they were within sight of the
airfield and landing. Allan was always proud of his squeakers, but
today was different, for some reason, he could not see well out of
the cockpit, he did not have the same reference points as always and
ended up with a definite thud. "Sorry" he said to his wife, to which
she replied that he couldn't expect to squeak them every time.
Still, it bothered him. He taxied to a blue hangar and his wife got
out to open the door and take out the old jeep they kept there for
their frequent visits. He finished the shutdown procedure list and
shut down and prepared to leave the aircraft to hook it up to the
tow line that would help with the procedure of backing it into the
hangar. Once inside, his wife got the two small suitcases from the
plane and got them into the jeep. When he got into the jeep, he
noticed that the position of the seat was comfortable for him, he
had not had to move the seat back as he usually did when his wife
had driven. Maybe she had done it for him, however that was unusual.
He told his wife then that he felt strange, with a weird sensation
all over his body. His wife, a nurse told him that it was probably a
flu he had picked up, and hoped that it would not ruin their
vacation. As soon as they reached the cabin, his wife insisted that
he go straight to bed, that she would "open up" the cabin and make
some soup for him. When he got to the small bedroom loft, he
undressed right away and went to the bathroom where he sat reading a
Woman's Day magazine that his wife had been reading two weeks ago
and waited until his bowels worked. Afterward, he went to the
dresser and pulled out a blue pajama. Only when he put it on, it
hung on him like it was two sizes too large, well, he thought, I
guess my wife goofed the sizes again. Then he dropped on the bed and
fell completely asleep. A little while later, his wife came up with
a steaming cup of soup which he drank half-awake, while his wife
felt his forehead and pronounced him fever- free, even though, she
commented he looked a little peaked. Allan fell again on the bed and
went back to sleep without missing a beat.
The birds were chirping, there was even a woodpecker tapping
(more like air drilling) on a nearby tree. The sun had come out and
Allan started opening his eyes and stretching his body awake.
Something did not feel right, he could not describe it, but
attributed the feeling to the flu that apparently was still there.
Finally, Allan felt next to him on the bed to find that Helen had
awakened and had left the bed. He could hear the rattle of pots and
pans coming from the kitchen/dining area. He just stayed still in
the bed with the afterglow of a good evening's rest. But somehow he
just couldn't shake the feeling that all was not as it should be.
Finally, Helen walked into the loft/bedroom with a cheery "wake up
sleepy head!, I've got breakfast for you". She was carrying a
bed-tray with OJ and steaming coffee with two cups, a basket with
fresh rolls which had been spread with sweet creamy country butter
and some of the strawberry jam she had canned last summer. As she
stood near the end of the bed and looked at Allan starting to move,
she almost dropped the tray, with some consternation in her voice,
she said "Allan, What's wrong?". Allan finally awakened and sat bolt
upright in bed. As he did so, some very strange sensations coursed
through his body, and he stared at Helen's concerned look. As he
said "I don't know", he almost passed out, his normally low baritone
voice came out as a high soprano. He hoped it was due to this
strange flu, however, there were other signals which could not be
ignored. He looked down and as his pajama, which he had found too
large the night before, fell down from his shoulders, his chest area
was revealed and he looked down to find two perfectly shaped, though
small, breasts, female breasts. "What is going on?" he asked almost
in a panic, and each syllable was like a bullet as it sounded more
and more as if his voice had totally gone off the register. Helen
placed the tray on the floor and rushed over to his side and held
him in an embrace, running her fingers down his now shoulder length
shiny aubrn hair. Then, almost as if they were synchronized, they
both decided to take a look at the only area left to check, and both
their hands reached the area between his legs at the same time.
Helen was the first one to speak, as they were in a daze. "I don't
know what this is all about, but something weird is happening" And
Allan responded in the new high soprano voice "You are telling me!
Last night I was your husband and this morning I am 'A Freak!'.
Helen immediately allowed her professionalism to take over and
started making decisions and plans with the clear cool head with
which nurses are blessed. Allan, seeing the calmness come over his
wife, immediately started to calm down and to allow her to take over
the situation. The first order of business was to make a thorough
inspection of all the changes that had taken place. She leaned Allan
back onto the bead, propped up by pillows and began unbuttoning the
pajama tops. As they fell open, the breasts came clearly into view,
and a nice view they were. They were small, but conical in shape and
tipped with pink nipples which were showing signs of exposure to the
cool morning air. She then felt them completely, as if she was
conducting a regular breast cancer screening at the office. Allan
complained of tenderness, but everything was quite normal. Helen
figured that the breasts had the consistency, look and feel of a
young 15 year old girl. Then she undid the knot in the pajama
bottoms and slid them down Allan's now smooth hips. These had taken
a different contour, and she noted that, but when she reached the
groin area, that is where the most important change had taken place.
Instead of the nice shaft that she loved to feel inside her, she
found a cleft not too dissmilar from her own. As she explored
further, she could make out a small clitoris, and the labia. All
appeared perfectly normal [for a girl]. Then she opened the tight
lips and with the flashlight that she always kept by the side of the
bed, peered inside. There inside Allan's "vagina?" she found an
intact hymen. Allan was not only a girl, but very much a virgin. The
rest of the body was perfectly proportioned for a post pubescent
teenager, and one with good muscle tone and healthy skin. Allan now
complained of a need to urinate, and Helen helped him up and
accompanied him to the adjacent bathroom, where she had to teach him
the finer art of female toiletry. Allan had to sit down and to
release the stream of urine, he only had to relax. Soon it all came
gushing out. The feeling was very similar, but it came from a
slightly different area of his body. After finishing, Helen taught
him to wipe from front to back in order to avoid any possible
infections. As he got up, he saw himself in the mirror for the fist
time, and almost passed out. There, staring back, was the face and
nude body of a very pretty teenager with beautiful red hair and the
skin was full of very light freckles. The girl was the perfect
picture of his male sexual fantasies, only, the girl was himself.
The mirror did not lie. This was a very pretty girl and this girl
was him. Allan took stock of the image before him. The face was
his, but somehow it had completely changed. It definitely
belonged to a girl of about 15. She had perfect shoulder length
hair of a rich auburn color. She had cute freckles on her very
fair complexion, and they reached down into the rest of her body.
Speaking of her body, she had very pretty pert breasts, tipped
with soft pink tips which were almost constantly hard. The
breasts were not large at all, but their pretty shpe made them
stand out. Her torso was also fair complected and not an ounce of
fat showed. Her hips were starting to widen, but were not overly
large. The contour, however was quite feminine. At the juncture
of her thighs, she noticed a very light coating of short, thin
auburn hair that matched that of her head, and thru the hair
could be discerned a slit. This can't be, Allan thought, there
should be a healthy shaft instead of the slit, and the breasts
should not be there, and the hair shouldn't be that long, and...
Helen could see the look of pain cross over this lovely creature
standing in front of the mirror. So she took her by the hand and
led her back to the bedroom and heped her lie down in bed and
covered her with the sheet up to her chin. Helen had always been
a take-charge person, and it was obvious that this situation
called for her to do so now. Allan, she said, it is evident that
something has happened to you that has caused these changes, but
before we can find out what happened and how to get you back, we
are going to have to deal with the problem at hand. We are
fortunate in that we have the on week vacation and the option to
extend it by another two weeks. I suggest we do that now, I will
call both our offices and make the arrangements. Meanwhile, we
are together in our own place and we can make do with what we
have. I can see that you are about my size in most places, so we
will be able to share my wardrobe. Allan had passively accepted
his wife taking control of the situation and making all the
suggestions, but at the mention of dressing in her clothes, he
spoke up in that new soprano voice and cried out that he was a
man and would not be dressed in women's clothing. At this, Hellen
reached out and stroked his head and let her hand go down to the
small breasts, and cupping one told him that he really did not
have much of an option. Allan fell back on the bed and accepted
his wife's reasoning. What she suggested was thatAllan go back to
sleep (and she produced a sleeping pill) while she made all the
phone calls needed and tried to get some medical information
about the changes. Then later on in the morning,she would teach
Allan how to dress and put on make up so that they could go out
to the neighboring town and find some more new clothes, especilly
new bras, since his breasts were a bit smaller than hers and
might need a different size. Allan took the pill and fell back to
bed and fell asleep almost immediately. Helen looked down at her
husband who was now a beautiful girl and smiled, the girl slept
peacefully. She then went to the bed and uncovered the girl and
gazed down at all the changes. Then took the nightgown which she
had used the night before and gently placed it on this intrguing
creature. After covering her again, she left the room to begin
her phone calling.
The first places she called were their respective offices and
made arrangements to extend their vacations to one month. She hoped
that would be enough time to set into motion the vague plan she was
hatching. Then she called a friend of hers at the endocrinology
department of the major hospital and related the experiences they
were having, after swearing her to secrecy with the offer to allow
her to visit the next day to "see for herself", she asked her to try
to come up with some explanation or parallel from the doctors' great
library. As she was finishing this call, she noticed the morning
paper she had picked up earlier, and her eyes were drawn to a short
notice in the back page of the front section. The two inch article
had a small headline that said "Chemical Cloud Released".
Remembering the cloud they had flown through the day before, Helen
started reading: "Gentech Chemicals announced today that a small
cloud of chemicals had inadvertently been released into the
atmosphere, but that it posed no threat to the general population.
The cloud contained a new genetic material that the company was
testing on monkeys. The cloud poses no threat to the public on the
ground, since it is lighter than air and will naturally rise and
dissipate once it reaches the atmosphere. Gentech is a company that
researches genetic changes to the body." As soon as she read this, a
bulb went off in her head, so she looked up the address of Gentech
and reached for the flight chart Allan had used the previous day.
Sure enough, Gentech was located in Middlebury and their route of
flight the previous day had taken them right over Middlebury. She
then called Gentech and demanded to the guard to be connected with
the man in charge. Dr. Byrne had a very soothing voice and he
listened with obvious concern to the tale related by Helen. When she
finished the explanation and her suspicions, he asked her for the
exact time that they had flown over Gentech. When she told him, he
said that it was very probable that the cloud they had flown through
had been the chemical cloud that they had released. Then he asked
her if it was possible for them to come to the lab the next day,
sunday, where he would meet them, or if she thought they could wait
until monday, then they would expect them and he would have their
complete team flown in. So the arrangemens were made for Monday at
9AM. Once all was taken care of, she came back to the bedroom, and
after taking off her jeans and shirt, she fell into bed with this
strange creature who was her husband. As she assumed a very
comfortable position which they used for sleeping, she snuggled up
to the back of Allan and pressed her body into his. Then reaching
with her arm into his chest, she cupped the small breast. This sent
small tremors through her body, and her own pussy started to respond
by producing great amounts of lubrication. She fell fast asleep in
that position. About an hour later, they both began to stir at the
same time. Allan turned over and fell snuggly into his wife's
embrace. It was then that he remembered what had been happening and
could feel through the nightgown as both sets of breasts pressed
against each other. Kissing passionately, Helen stroked Allan's head
and laid him down on his back and started to run a very knowing
finger up and down the moist slit between Allan's legs, when she
reached the small nub at the juncture of the lips, Allan cried out
in pleasure at what his wife's knowing finger was doing. After
several explosions, Allan was exhausted and Helen smiled and enjoyed
what had just happened. Allan then turned on his side and proceeded
to pay in kind what Helen had done. What a strange situation, he
thought, here I am, in the body of a young girl and am not missing
the essential equipment which is not where it should be. Moreover,
have experienced something great. Helen, by this time had gone
through her own orgasms, and they now both held each other with
intertwined arms and legs and kissed each other oblivious to the
differences. When they decided to finally get up, Helen put on her
red swimming suit which always excited Allan when she wore it. Now
was no exception, and Allan said so, but then she reached into the
drawer and pulled another suit, this one black, and two pieces, then
Helen helped Allan put it on and both went down into the secluded
spring fed pond that was part of their property. As they swam a
litte to get the circulation going in the cold water, Helen
expressed what she had found out in the morning. After the
explanations and discussion of the possibilities, Helen suggested
getting something to eat and going out afterward to the nearby mall.
As the two of them started to change for lunch and the trip to
the mall, Allan told Helen of his feelings and emotions at what had
happened. Helen, I don't know how to describe it, he said, but
instead of being very angry and upset at this turn of events, I feel
a certain calm that I find strange. I cannot be happy with whathas
happened to me, but at the same time, I am kind of enjoying it.
Especially what we did to each other this morning. Do you think it
was wrong? he asked. And Helen took him by the shoulders an gave him
an embrace that left no doubt as to the meaning. Both of them had
their swim suits almost off, and they stoo there holding each other
while their breasts mashed together. All at once, Helen said, lets
take a warm shower to prepare for our outing. So they entered the
shower and began the ritual of soaping each other. Helen then said,
you know, Allan is a name that doesn't fit you aanymore, we have to
come up with something more appropriate for your new gender. Alice
sounds very nice, what do you think. Allan agreed and from that
moment on, Allan became Alice. After they were through with their
shower, Helen took alice back to the bedroom and began selecting two
wardrobes from her selection of summer clothes that she always kept
at the cottage. First she selected two pairs of bikini panties, one
pink and the other one yellow, she handed the pink one to Alice and
put on the yellow one herself. Alice watched as her wife put on hr
panties and followed suit. She marvelled at the ease with which the
whispy fabric molded to her entire anatomy. Even 'down there' where
there was a definite flat spot where once had been a definite rod.
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