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Transform 3
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Archive-name: transform-3
Chuck's life has taken a trun for the strange...it's about to get wierder!
NOTE: this is part 3 of this series...if you haven't read the other 2 then you
may be lost, but I will try to drop hints.
I neglected to mention a few minor points. First off was my name
change. Obviously 'Chuck' wasn't going to work in public, but privately
I wanted to make sure I never forgot myself, so I told them that publically
I would be Charlotte, but praivately I was still Chuck. Also I did have to
obtain a new wardrobe, which I mentioned, but I never really got into it.
It was a Saturday, our busiest day, so I was working away that night,
when I was finally relieved by Michelle. Because of this I was more than
slightly tired...exhausted would be a better word! I went back to my room
and layed down in bed, and Kate was, as was usual these days, up working on
replcaing her machine that got trashed. Ok, let me specify, I was the one that
trashed it. She worked so intensely she never even noticed me walk in. The
two of us shared a bed, an activity that used to mean a lot of work, but no
longer. I surprised her when I finally spoke saying "What do you think will
happen to me?" Kate jumped a foot into the air. "I really don't know, but
you can bet that some of them will be good, and some will be bad, like your
first transformation. You say you love your new voice and the fact that you
don't have to shave your face everyday anymore, but you profess to despise,
like all women, the periods, and the lack of physical strength. You gotta
take the good with the bad with the miserable." she responded.
"Do you think it will be painful? Like that stretch of constipation?
Or will it be pleasurable? Like when my nipples came in?" I queryed. She
responded "How should I know?" "It was your machine!" I shot back, noticing
that when I was on edge, my already sweet voice was even more provacative.
"Charlotte...er...Chuck, that is true, but as I have said before, I was not
done yet, and you're the one who jumped in!" she parried back. "Your
fucking cougar pushed me in!" I was starting to shout, when I remembered that
this was not technically true, but I never told her that. I almost wanted her
to try to attack me physically, as she had done a week ago when I misplaced
her papers. I would always win. I was much taller than she, almost a foot
taller, and I was a good 20 pounds heavier, and I was healthier, while she
was as thin as a rail. I had easily defeated her last time and was ready
to take my anger at my situation out on her again. She began to cry.
Normally, before this crap happened that is, I used to tease women
about their excessive emotional reactions, because I always knew I could get a
new woman at will, but now, now I was touched by her tears, and moved to
comfort her. The two of us sat there holding each other all night, each
comforting and consoling the other. I began to think about how my reactions
had changed like night and day since I became a woman, but I got depressed and
stopped and just held Kate and cried with her. we had both gone through alot,
although I went through far more.
I woke the next morning to find that Kate had disappeared. I knew not
where, when, or why, but I trusted she would be fine. I sat up and
yawned, and noticed that my breasts were very sore. I could not understand
why. I had even been sleeping on my back all week, since my large breasts
are also fairly sensative, making it unpleasurable to lay on my stomach.
I got into the bathroom and looked at them in the mirror, and they looked
fine, (I picked up the habit of examining myself every morning from the week
or so of transformations I had undergone) in fact they looked great. I
began wishing Kate was here, after all she was the only one who could give
me a good guess at what was going on. I decided to take a shower. I went
into the shower and did my usual bit, but my breasts started aching even more.
When Kate finally returned the pain in my breasts had grown to being
intense enough that I had gone from the shower to the bed, without towelling
off, getting dressed or anything. I laid there massaging my breasts trying to
soothe the pain, stark naked, and still wet. Looking back I am sure it was
a hilarious scene for Kate, and I am sure any heterosexual man would have lept
upon me and took it as an invitation. I just laid there moaning and writhing
in agony, as my breasts continued to hurt, and a sharp pain emerged in my
nipples themselves. I remember Kate screaming I think. I cannot be sure,
because I was not the most attentive person at the time. The pain continued
for the rest of the day and most of the night. When it finnally subsided Kate
was asleep elsewhere, and I was exhausted. I went right to sleep.
When I woke up it was around 1:00pm and Kate was at the desk writing
away, but was waiting for me, and turned to see me. "I cleaned up" she said
as if trying to buy time to figure out how to tell me something. "What
happened?" I moaned, having a fair but not uncommon headache. "Ummmm, how
much do you know about childberth?" she said less than tactfully. I thought
about my becoming pregnant, the fact that I had yet to have sex as a woman,
and I was able to keep from feinting, a habit I had picked up during this
fiasco. "I know that you need to have a guy screw you, something that has not
happened!" I said going on the defensive. "Don't over-react you arn't
pregnant" she said warding me off "But you just spewed breast milk all over
the bed last night. I was trying to think of a less blunt way of saying it."
"So what does this mean?" I asked. "Beats me!" She replied "Could mean you
are about to engage in asexual reproduction. A better question though is why
was it painful, my mother always told me it was a pleasurable experience,
better than anything else anyone could do to their breasts."
The next day I woke up and felt great. I don't mean like sexual high
or anything, but I just felt like I could take on the world. I also felt
something I had not felt in a long time. Horny. I wasn't horny for
women this time, I wanted a man, really badly. Can you believe it? Me?
I was the stud of the century, then I make a ciuple stupid mistakes, and
now I am a gorgeous horny bitch with milk spraying out of her tits! Well
sorta anyway. What would Bob say? Bob! I realized that I had not seen
my roomate and fromer best friend since that night in the hospital. I decided
to go and visit him.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!" Yep, good old
Bob using his cliche lines. The odd thing is I liked it. I worked hard
on my appearance coming over here, and was glad he noticed. I giggled just
like a little girl, but then said "Bob you can stop now, I am not interested
in sex, it's not why I came over here" He looked aroused by my voice, and
even more so by my apparent playing hard to get. I was wearing tight black
spandex pants, and a t-shirt with no bra underneath. He invited me in and
I accepted.
"Bob, it's me Chuck." I said flatly. I had been trying to think up an
eloquent way of saying it all afternoon, but when I tried to break it nicely it
just flopped. He laughed at me. "How did you know Chuck? Oh! Silly me you
are a beautiful woman so he must have hit on you, was that why you came over?"
He looked sad. He probably looked that way because I had pretty much indicated
that I got more sex than he did, even withoiut trying. The last thing I wanted
to do was to shoot down his ego, so I decided to play along with his sexual
fanstasy. I subtely shifted my wieght to get my breasts to be more visible,
uncrossed my legs, and spread them wide. "Oh, that's just adorable, you
let your dummy roomate think he's more attractive huh? The only reason we
liked him is because we thought it gave us a better shot at you." I smiled
so sweetly that he seemed to melt. I then realized thta if I kept this up
he would take me upstairs and screw me. I wanted out of here now!
I tried to get up and leave, but he blocked my escape, and said "My
dear, you don't mean that do you?" He looked like a lost puppy. I figured
that if I said no I could get out no problem while his ego crashed, but if
I wanted to avoid hurting him, I could say yes. If I did that though, I would
end up fucking him, and I remembered that Bob always bragged about how he
would fool his dates into thinking that he was planning to use a condom, and
then slip it off in the middle of the act. He felt safe because he always made
sure the women used their own birth control as well. I shuddered, and said
"What do you think?" A copout answer, please God let it work. He looked sad
again and said "It's not huh? I thought so, let yourself out, I am gonna go
hang myself." and he ran upstairs before I could answer.
I ran upstairs after him and said in my most comanding voice "Bob, I
AM Chuck, remember that thing Katrina was building? It changed me into this!"
He looked me over and said "You know Chuck? Where is he? Is he ok?" I sighed.
This was not going to be easy! I said "I am Chuck, your former roomate. Go
ahead ask me anything!" "You could be wired and have Chuck on the other side
telling you the answers, I am not falling for this. More likely yet, you could
be some crackpot psychic looking for an easy buck!" he said. I said "I COULD
be, but I'm not...hmmm ok, the wire thing." I knew this was a bad idea, but it
was my only idea. I pulled my hands up and grabbed ahold of the bottom of my
t-shirt, and pulled it up over my head, and I stifled a giggle when I heard
Bob mutter under his breath "wow" as my large breasts fell into full view.
I dropped the shirt on the ground and remove my earrings, and put them on the
dresser. I then bent over pulling my pants down and pulling off my shoes as
I bent over. I stood up and he grabbed me, and forcefully threw me onto the
bed. I shouted "No! Bob! Stop!" It was to late, he had undone his pants and
slapped me as I tried to get up, knocking me back onto the bed. I saw the
animal in his eyes, and I knew that if I didn't allow him to do whatever he
wished to me. I was terrified. i began screaming instinctively, and he
punched me for it. He said "If you scream again, unless it's an orgasm,
I am going to kill you!" I knew he meant it!
I figured my only chance was to convince him it was me. I pleaded
with him that it was me, time and time again, but the animal he was now kept
slapping and punching me, I had no threshold for pain as a man, as a woman I
really couldn't take it. I cried the entire time, and don't remember much else
about the night, I still don't.
I awoke and Bob saw my eyes open, I recoiled from him and he said "I
am so sorry. Last night I was drunk out the wazoo and was really horny, can
you ever forgive me?" I slapped him, and then recoiled to protect my already
battered body. I was in pain, all over my body. I felt safe enough to inch my
way to the bathroom. I saw my face, a bloody mess, and I am not British so
that bloody is not a mere comment. I hurt all over when he walked in. I
jumped backwards, and moved into a corner. He was crying, but this time I
wasn't falling for it. "G-g-g-g-g-g-get a-a-a-a-away f-f-from m-me!" I
stuttered. I was cold, bruised, and very much felt like all those women
on the talk shows, telling about how it felt to be raped. As a man I had been
praying to be raped, but as a woman, I felt, what was the word they used?
Violated. I felt like there was nothing about me that was not public property
anymore. I saw he was staring at my crotch, and I closed my legs and pleaded
"No, no more, please...I beg you..." I was crying up a STORM.
"No it's not your cunt I was staring at, you have a tail!" he said.
I didn't care, I wasn't taking my eyes off him for 1 second. He said "Ok,
look, I am not like that normally, geez. Um, you said something last night
about Chuck?" "N-n-n-n-n-n-n-no, I-I-I-I-I a-a-a-a-mmm Ch-ch-chuck." I
managed. "That's right, you said that accident did this to you, right?"
he said. I was beginning to be calmed down, by his calm voice, manner, and
most importantly, he looked like he was really sorry. Also the fact that he
was changing the subject to me helped. "Yes, Kate's, er..Katrina's machine
made me into this, and is still causing me to mutate, I have a tail???" I said
as what he had said finally hit me. I turned around to look an sure enough,
hanging out of my butt, was a long skinny, but strong looking tail. I think at
that point it was only 2 or 3 feet long, but it was destined to get longer.
I tried to control it, and it reacted like an additional limb.
"Ok, you mentioned a test, and seeing that I justb raped you, I think
you deserve whatever you'd like from me. Ok, ummmm...." He rambled "OK! the
night you brought home a Playboy centerfold, who was it and what issue was she
in?" He couldn't be serious! First off I couldn't believe he could talk to a
woman about my sexual exploits, I mean he didn't know if I was for real, or
some doped up crackhead! Secondly I never owned any playboy magazines, he did,
I never knew what issue or year or whatever each one was from, and I had
brought home 7 different playboy centerfolds! I decided that maybe a trick
question is what he was doing. I said "What's this 'A' bullshit..I had 7 of
them, and I never owned a playboy in my life!" "woah!" he said, backpeddling.
He was obviously expecting me to fail.
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Key KEYPAD( raped you???" Kate screamed. "Yes, and that's why I am wondering
what pregnancy is like from a woman to woman perspective, I mean I heard about
morning sickness and all, but I also know there are certain things a woman
discusses only with another woman" I said calmly. "How can you be so calm when
your ex-roomate raped you???" she persisted. "You should have seen me the
morning after...I was less than calm then" I chuckled. "Oh by the way, I have
a tail now." I said pulling the rear of my spandex down and pulling my tail
out. Kate feinted. I had never seen her feint, she always seemed to have such
a grip on what was going on. I took care of her though, putting her on the bed
etc.
The next morning when I woke up (I avoided waking Kate up, in fact I
stuck her with one of Michelle's trank darts to keep her asleep) I did my
usual bodily inspection and I found nothing. Then I heard a crash in the other
room. I raced in and asked what had happened. Suzi was there and she shouted
at the top of her lungs "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I AM SEWING AND HAVEN'T
DONE A THING!" I was shocked, because she shouted, but she looked like she
didn't. She reached down, picked up a pin on the floor, and it slipped from
her hands and hit the floor. At the same moment I heard the crash again,
though louder this time. I cupped my ears and said "Ow, how did you get that
needle to make a sound that loud?" "WHAT ARE YOU NUTS? CHARLOTTE, I DID NOT
HEAR A THING! ARE YOU GETTING INVOLVED WITH DRUGS? YOU KNOW MICHELLE WON'T
ALLOW YOU TO STAY IF YOU ARE!" I then screamed for her to shut up at the top
of my lungs, trying to be heard above her. It was odd considering that Suzi
was usually one of the shy girls. She called me Charlotte because she never
knew me as a man.
I buried my head in the sheets of my bed, to avoid hearing the constant
tearing sound from Suzi's room. As I have said I am very slow mentally, but
after awhile, even I can pick up on some things. I realized my hearing had
been enhanced. I heard Kate breathing, and it sounded like she was breathing
ina microphone and pumping it through speakers! Kate moaned as she started
waking up and it sounded like a thunder clap. Then my eyes felt a peircing
sensation in them, and I looked at the bed, and I could see straight through
it! It was transparent, like colored glass! I then noticed a sweatlike smell,
and assumed it was from KATE, and that my sense of smell had also grown.
I began to panic, when the sheets rubbing against my skin began to stimulate me
enough to almost make me go orgasmic!
Over the months that followed, I went into trining and learned how to
sit next to a huge kicker, and still not feel pain, and I learned how to
seperarate the sounds and identify them. I also learned much better control
over my skin. The skin was the wierdest, sometimes the slightest touch would
make me feel like I was in the middle of sex, other times like you had broken a
bone. I learned it was mood related, and managed to cope, though I still
sometimes cry out, just because the wind changed.
My mutations had aparently stopped, or as Kate put it, slowed down due
to the pregnancy. during the early months I actually had no problems with it,
but about month 5 it kicked in.
To be continued in Series #4 The Pregnancy!
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