Sure Loser
By
Julie O
Edited by Amelia R.
Chapter 1
"I feel like a fuckin' idiot," complained twenty-one-year-old Dalton Foster as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"No, no, you don't; actually you look very nice," replied Melissa. "Don't you agree, Kelsey?"
The
pretty brunette nodded in agreement. "I doubt if anyone will suspect
that you're a guy, Dalton... or should that be Darlene?"
Dalton rolled his eyes as he ran his hands down his body.
"I give you credit for keeping your side of the bet," added Melissa. She was a short attractive blonde with large breasts.
Dalton
cursed his stupidity. He had bet the two women on his shift on the
outcome of the Chargers' game. If he had won, they would have to gone
on out on a date with him. He was hoping that he would get both of them
back to his place. What he hadn't counted on was losing the bet.
"We told you that they would choke," said Kelsey.
The price for losing was that he would have to work that weekend as a cocktail waitress in the bar where they all worked.
The
bar was attached to a small restaurant in the art gallery section of
town. While they were separate businesses, they worked together.
"Just so you know, we usually make better tips than you do for tending bar," said Kelsey.
"Whoop de do," mumbled Dalton. Still, he had to admit that the two women had done a good job on his transformation.
His shoulder-length brown hair was styled into large curls that flowed around his now made-up face.
He ran his fingers across his eyebrows. "Did you really have to wax them?"
They were now thin and slightly arched.
"Don't
worry, Darlene, no one will notice once you're a guy again," said
Melissa. "Besides, this is San Diego; I know a lot of guys who get
their brows waxed."
He wasn't so sure.
The women hadn't
missed a thing. His nails were now long and painted bright red. As for
his outfit, he wore the same skimpy black dress that they wore. It was
very short, and the hemline barely covered his butt.
Thanks to
the all-in-one undergarment, he had breasts, hips, and a thin waist.
The bra part of the garment pushed up his flesh and gave him a slight
cleavage. Melissa said that the customers expected to see some and it
usually led to better tips.
Over his now shaved legs, he wore fishnet stockings, which were held up with garters. On his feet were four inch black pumps.
"On
the plus side, you'll now know why we're so cranky by the end of the
night," said Melissa. "Trust me, after six hours in heels, you'll
understand."
"I can't wait," replied Dalton as he reached up and touched the gold hoop earrings that now hung from each earlobe.
"Here, hold out your wrists," said Melissa.
Dalton did as requested, and Melissa put a few drops of perfume on them. "That will help complete the illusion."
"Oh, here's the last touch," said Kelsey as she pinned a nametag right above Dalton's right breast. It read Darlene.
"I just can't believe you got Mr. Larson to go along with this," said Dalton.
"He
doesn't mind. In fact, he told us it served you right for betting
against us. It just shows that women know more about football that most
men think," said Melissa. She looked at her watch. "Well, it's time;
let's get out there."
Chapter 2
Thankfully,
the lights were dim in the bar, thought Dalton as he worked his section
of the bar. The guests were also more interested in their own
conversations than in him, and didn't inspect his appearance too much.
"How's it going, Darlene?" asked Melissa.
Dalton gave her a dirty look.
"Would you rather we call you by your male name?" she asked.
"Point taken," he replied. "I'm getting by okay, but my feet are killing me."
"You're doing better than I thought you would. I mean, we're halfway through our shift, and you're still out here."
He looked at his watch and saw that she was right. "I had no idea," he replied.
"It goes by pretty fast when we're busy," she said. "How're you doing on tips?"
"To be honest, I haven't checked," he replied as he reached into the pocket of his apron.
"Looks like you're doing pretty well," noted Melissa as she looked at Dalton's tips.
The three would end up combining their tips and splitting the total.
"Well, it looks like the guys at table three are ready for another round," she said.
He nodded and headed over to take their orders.
Chapter 3
"Thank
god that's over," he said as he slowly pulled the heels off his feet.
He began to rub his sore feet. "I had my butt pinched twice by those
idiots who were drinking margaritas all night."
"You still have another night," said Kelsey. "And by the way, we get our asses pinched too."
"That doesn't make me feel any better," he replied.
"Well, just so you know, we did quite well tonight," said Melissa as she handed each of them their tip shares.
Dalton counted out his stack and smiled. It was twice what he usually brought in tending bar. "This sort of makes it worth it."
"Maybe you'll do this from now on," suggested Kelsey.
He vigorously shook his head. "No, I'm happy being a guy. By the way, since I went through with this, will you go out with me?"
Kelsey laughed and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Sorry, Darlene, you're not my type."
"Funny," he replied. "What about you Melissa?"
"I don't date fellow bar-maids," she replied with a grin. "Come on; put your heels back on. I'll drop you off on the way home."
Dalton
only lived twenty minutes away. Before he got out of the car, Melissa
reminded him that she would stop by to do his makeup an hour before
their shift.
"You're a good sport, Darlene," she said.
Dalton
shrugged his shoulders and headed up to his apartment. He had lived on
the top floor in the four-story building for just six months and
thankfully, he didn't know many of his neighbors. Still, at this hour
it was unlikely that any of them would be up. He didn't realize how
wrong he was.
He entered the elevator, and just as the doors were about to close, a woman came running up.
"Hold the door, please," she shouted.
Dalton stuck out his hand and stopped the door. A tall woman dressed all in black stepped inside.
"Thanks,"
she replied. She was wearing jeans, a black T-shirt, boots, and a short
leather jacket. Her hair was short and spiked out.
Dalton
recognized her as the woman who lived across from him. He hadn't given
her much attention as she always dressed too masculine for his tastes.
He had never seen her in a skirt or a dress. Granted, she was
attractive, but he suspected that she was a lesbian by the way she
dressed and acted. He also noticed that she wasn't wearing any makeup.
"I
haven't seen you before," she said as she extended her hand. "I'm Tyler
Morrison, and you must be Darlene." She pointed to the nametag.
"Actually, my name is Dalton. I sort of lost a bet," he admitted.
She ran her eyes over him. "Must have been some bet!"
He smiled. "It's a long story."
"I'd
like to hear it, Darlene," said Tyler. "Why don't you tell me about it
over a drink? I have a good bottle of red wine in my place."
Dalton shrugged his shoulders. "Why not?"
Chapter 4
Tyler's
apartment was furnished with expensive black leather furniture. There
was a large screen television and an expensive stereo. Dalton
immediately noticed that it had a very manly feel to it. He had been in
many of his female friend's places, and he saw no signs that a woman
lived here.
Tyler came out of the kitchen with the wine already poured, and she handed Dalton a glass. "Please sit down, Darlene."
"Thanks," he replied, trying to ignore the fact that she kept referring to him as Darlene.
"Cheers," she replied as she sat down next to him.
Dalton tasted the wine. It was very good, he noted, obviously an expensive vintage.
"So, Darlene, tell me about the bet," said Tyler.
Dalton shrugged off the fact that she was calling him by his feminine name. He told her about the bet.
"Well,
I must admit that you make a very passable woman; why, you even cross
your legs like a proper girl," said Tyler. "I see that your glass is
empty; here, give it to me, and I'll refill it."
"Thanks," he replied. "I still have another night to go as part of the bet."
Tyler
nodded. "It's nice to see a guy who isn't afraid to let out his
feminine side," she said as she left to refill the glasses.
Dalton wondered what she meant by that.
She returned and handed him his glass.
"You
know, Darlene, I would be lying if I didn't say that I find you very
attractive," said Tyler as she placed her arm on the back of the couch
behind him. "In fact, I just wasted an entire evening at a club and
didn't see one girl nearly as sexy as you."
Dalton was caught off guard by her comments, and he didn't know how to reply. Did she really think he was a woman?
Tyler leaned closer. "You know you're pretty, don't you, Darlene?"
Dalton
felt confused. He had always been the aggressor when it came to being
with a woman, and now that the roles were reversed, he didn't know how
to act. He nervously sipped his wine.
Tyler slipped her arm around Dalton's shoulders, reached over and took the glass out of his hand.
"You are so sexy and feminine, Darlene, just how I like my women," said Tyler.
Before
Dalton could answer, Tyler began to kiss him. He had never been kissed
like that before, as Tyler was very assertive. She soon had him on his
back as she kissed and fondled him.
Dalton was shocked as Tyler began to fondle his chest. Her fingers began to rub against his nipples.
"What's you're name, sweetie?" she whispered in between kisses.
Dalton hesitated.
Her tongue went deep into his mouth, and then she pulled out. "Tell me your pretty name, little girl?"
Dalton surrendered, what was the harm, he thought. "Darlene," he replied.
"That's right, and you want to be my girl, right?"
"Yes," he replied breathlessly.
"That's right, you're a girl," she continued. "Admit it; you want to be a girl."
Darlene nodded.
Tyler squeezed Darlene's nipples slightly. "Say it."
"I... I want to be a girl."
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" replied Tyler immediately as she began to undress Darlene.
"Yes," replied Darlene.
"Say it, my sweet," ordered Tyler.
It was all too confusing and instead of arguing, Darlene went with the flow. "Please, fuck me."
Tyler pulled back, licked her lips and smiled. "Oh, yes, Darlene, I'm going to fuck you good."
She sat up and took Darlene by the hand and led her to the bedroom.
Chapter 5
It
didn't take Tyler long to undress Darlene. She was very much in
control, and a sly smile grew on her face as dominated her latest
conquest.
To Darlene's surprise, she quickly discovered that
Tyler really meant to fuck her. She watched in a combination of
fascination and shock as Tyler strapped on a very realistic looking
penis.
"Yes, my sweet, I'm really going to fuck you," said Tyler as she positioned Darlene on the bed.
Two
glasses of wine shouldn't have made her drunk, but something was going
on, thought Darlene. Her mind was so foggy. She made no effort to
resist Tyler.
Tyler entered Darlene and was soon pumping the
young boy-girl with a strong steady rhythm. As she had expected,
Darlene was totally caught up in the act and was soon moaning with
sexual pleasure.
"Yes....tell me....tell me, Darlene....tell me... how you like it," ordered Tyler.
This can't be happening, thought Darlene. I'm being fucked, and even more unbelievable, I like it.
"Say it....say it....bitch," ordered Tyler.
"Ummm....fuck me.....please fuck me," begged Darlene.
"You're my bitch...right?"
"Yes....yes...I'm your bitch," replied Darlene, her breathing becoming heavy.
Tyler fucked her harder. "Louder...bitch!"
"I'm your...bitch...please fuck me....I'm your BITCH!" screamed Darlene.
Tyler smiled and began to pump the sack that hung underneath the fake penis. It started to shoot a fluid into Darlene's ass.
Darlene wasn't sure what was happening, but her penis was getting very hard and she desperately needed relief.
Sensing that Darlene was ready, Tyler pulled out. She then rolled Darlene over to see if the fluid had done its job.
"Very nice," said Tyler as she leaned down and began to lick and suck Darlene's cock.
The
orgasm that followed was the most intense that Darlene had ever
experienced. Her whole body seemed to be aroused. She came in an
explosion of sexual energy that left her totally exhausted.
Tyler
swallowed every precious drop of Darlene's cum; it was too valuable to
waste. When she had sucked Darlene dry, she slipped alongside her lover.
"There, wasn't that wonderful, Darlene?" she whispered.
Darlene was too weak to answer, and all she could do was nod.
"You're a woman, now," continued Tyler. "Now, why don't you get cleaned up and dressed? I'll be out in the living room."
Darlene slowly got up, and after washing up, she dressed. She then met Tyler out in the living room.
"I would like to see you again, tomorrow. What time will you be home?" asked Tyler.
"I should be home by one," said Darlene.
"Good. Don't try to rationalize what happened this evening, Darlene," said Tyler.
Darlene nodded.
"Good girl," replied Tyler. She then walked Darlene to the door. "I can't wait to see you again, my sweet."
She then kissed Darlene goodnight.
Chapter 6
When
Dalton woke up, he noticed that his mind was still cloudy from his romp
with Tyler. He wasn't sure what bothered him more, the fact that she
had fucked him, or the fact that he had actually enjoyed it.
He
looked at his watch and saw that he plenty of time to get ready for
work. He then held out his hand and stretched out his fingers. It was
so strange seeing his nails long and colored bright red.
He got
up out of his bed and stumbled to the bathroom. He sat down to pee
without even thinking about it. He then looked at his package and
thought it looked smaller than before.
"Okay, get a grip," he said aloud. To his surprise, his voice sounded rough, as if he was coming down with a cold.
When
he finished he stood up and looked in the mirror. His hair was still in
curls, although it looked disheveled. Melissa said that the curl would
be in his hair for a few days. What was strange that even without his
makeup and his hair in need of styling, he looked very feminine.
He
decided to take a shower. Melissa had given him some shampoo and
conditioner to help maintain the curl. In addition, she had given him a
tube of floral scented body wash.
The water of the shower felt
wonderful. He then felt a shock as the water hit his nipples. It wasn't
painful; rather, he discovered that his nipples were very sensitive. He
looked down at them and saw they were slightly swollen. He shrugged it
off as another side effect of his wild night with Tyler.
He felt his face and noticed it was still smooth; at least he wouldn't have to shave it again.
After
his shower, he dressed in his female clothes. There was no sense in
changing, he thought. He wasn't about to do his own makeup as Melissa
would be here soon, but he found that he was able to style his own hair.
He
then thought of Tyler and how good it had felt when she had fucked him.
He wondered if she would still want to see him after the bet was over.
Chapter 7
"You
know, Betty really appreciated you taking her place last night," said
Melissa as she applied makeup on Dalton's face. "She called me this
morning and told me that it was very enjoyable."
Betty was the other barmaid on their shift. She was in her thirties and had recently gotten her bartending credentials.
"I'm glad she had a good time," said Dalton.
"She asked me if you'd be interested in trading off every now and then," said Melissa.
Dalton cocked his head. "Um, does that mean what I think it does?'
Melissa
nodded. "No one knew you're a guy, Darlene, and it was fun. I know
Kelsey enjoyed it too. Nothing against Betty, but you worked harder
last night than she ever does. It definitely was reflected in our tips."
"You're serious, aren't you?" asked Dalton.
"Very
much so," said Melissa. "Just think about it. I mean, you're only doing
this to earn money to go back to school, right? Well, how much more did
you make last night?"
"Maybe fifty more."
"Okay, so imagine two-fifty more a week," said Melissa. "That's a grand more a month."
"Yes, but what if someone realizes that I'm a guy?"
"No one did last night," said Melissa.
"Answer my question," he said.
"Darlene, half our clientele is LGBT, I doubt they would say anything, and who knows, it might lead to more tips!"
"And what would you think of me?"
"My
opinion wouldn't change, Darlene. Look, I like you, but not enough to
go out with. Kelsey feels the same way. We both like you as a friend,
regardless of how you're dressed."
"I don't know if I should be insulted or flattered," he replied.
"I'd go with flattered. Okay, looks like you're done, let's get to work."
Chapter 8
Mr.
Larson wasn't initially pleased when he'd heard of the bet; still, he
had to admit that Darlene was doing an excellent job. He wondered if
Darlene was straight, but it really didn't mater to him one way or the
other. All he cared about was that his employees worked hard. He also
noticed that Betty was doing a better job as a bartender than a
barmaid. Maybe things would work out, he thought.
It was a
Saturday night, and they were very crowded. This was partially due to a
new gallery that had opened next to the restaurant. It was soon
standing room only in the bar, and the three barmaids were kept
extremely busy.
This suited Darlene perfectly as it made the
time fly by faster. However, whenever she could catch her breath, her
thoughts turned to Tyler. The idea of being with her was becoming
almost like an obsession. Thankfully, the night passed quickly, and
soon the last customer was out the door.
"I think that was the best night we've had in months," said Melissa as they cleaned up.
"I'm just glad it's over. I have tomorrow off, and I can really use it," said Darlene.
"I know what you mean, Darlene," said Kelsey.
Mr.
Larson called his staff together. "Great teamwork tonight," he said.
"Now, I know you're all off for the next couple of days, but I would
like you to think about how well this went the past two days."
Darlene could feel all eyes on her and didn't know what to say.
"Anyway, we can discuss this later as it's getting late, and I'm sure you all want to get home," he said.
Chapter 9
Melissa dropped Darlene off at her apartment. "Well, call me before our next shift, just in case you decide to stay as barmaid."
"Do you think I should keep doing this?" asked Darlene.
"Yes,
but it's up to you. I'll support you either way," she said. She then
smiled. "It's weird, but I can only think of you as a woman."
"Umm...thanks,
I guess," replied Darlene. It was strange, but the idea of shifting to
become a barmaid fulltime didn't seem strange; in fact, it was
beginning to sound more and more appealing. She was also having some
serious confusion over her real gender.
She headed up to the
fourth floor. Things were definitely happening without her control.
First there was work... and now Tyler. Her heart was beating a
mile-a-minute as she exited the elevator on the fourth floor. Darlene
stopped in front of Tyler's apartment and anxiously knocked on the door.
Tyler answered the door and greeted her with a kiss.
"It's good to see you, sweetie. Did you have a good night at work?"
"Yes, thanks," replied Darlene, as she walked inside. .
Tyler
was dressed in black jeans, and white long sleeved shirt, with the
sleeves rolled up. Darlene wasn't sure, but it looked like Tyler's hair
was shorter.
"Well, you must want to get off your tender little feet. Have a seat, and I'll get you a drink," said Tyler.
Darlene didn't argue and she sat down. A moment later, Tyler appeared with the wine.
"So, tell me about your night, Darlene," said Tyler.
When Darlene finished, Tyler nodded. "I think you should do it; you make a much nicer woman than a guy."
"It's just so... so confusing," sighed Darlene. "I mean... I never had an issue with my... my identity before all this."
"It happens," interrupted Tyler. "I mean, you never thought that you'd be fucked either, right?"
Darlene nodded.
"And you've been thinking about it all day, right?" asked Tyler.
"Yes," said Darlene as she nervously sipped her wine.
"You crave my cock in you, don't you?"
"Yes," replied Darlene.
"Have you ever sucked a cock?" asked Tyler.
Darlene shook her head.
"Well, you're past due then," said Tyler as she unzipped her jeans. She pulled the lifelike cock out.
Darlene noticed that for some reason Tyler was wearing boxers.
"Now,
while this isn't real, it's very close, sweetie, and trust me, I'll
enjoy it," said Tyler. She then took the glass out of Darlene's hands.
"Just slide your head down."
As if in a dream, Darlene did as she was ordered. She couldn't pull her eyes off the cock as she lowered her head down.
"Take your time, Darlene; don't try to take it all in at once," ordered Tyler.
Darlene
opened her mouth and took a deep breath. She then enveloped the cock
with her lips. Even though she knew it was plastic, it felt
surprisingly lifelike, she thought. It didn't have the texture of
plastic.
She soon felt Tyler's hands guiding her up and down.
"That's right, Darlene, let your inhibitions go; you want this, you want to be a woman," said Tyler.
Darlene's
head was soon bobbing up and down as she took the cock deep into her
mouth. She could feel her own cock straining inside her panties and
wondered if Tyler would return the favor.
Tyler was pleased with
Darlene's efforts and reached down to start pumping the fluid in the
reservoir into Darlene's eager mouth.
"Keep it up, my sweet," said Tyler as she started to squeeze the attachment.
Darlene
felt a warm fluid shoot into her mouth. It tasted sweet, and she
eagerly swallowed it. A warm sensation began to sweep through her body.
"Good, my sweet, take it all," ordered Tyler. It was working better than she could have imagined.
Chapter 10
"There, wasn't that nice?" asked Tyler as she led Darlene to the bedroom.
Darlene nodded. "What... what was that?"
"A treat," replied Tyler. "Now, let's get you into something sexy."
Darlene
looked on the bed and saw lingerie laid out. There was a white lace
garter belt, silk stockings, a white push up bra, and a pair of white
four inch pumps.
"Now, change into these; will you do that for me, Darlene?"
Darlene nodded and began to get undressed.
"I
see your clitty is nice and hard," noted Tyler as she watched Darlene
change. "Don't worry, my sweet, I'll give it the attention it needs
soon."
Darlene smiled back. Everything fit perfectly, although
the bra seemed a little tight. Darlene looked down and gasped as it now
looked like she had breasts - small ones, but breasts nevertheless.
"You look lovely," said Tyler who took off her shirt.
Darlene
was slightly confused as not only did Tyler's breasts look smaller, she
also looked more muscular than the previous evening.
"Get on your knees, Darlene," ordered Tyler as she pulled down her jeans.
Darlene obeyed and soon felt Tyler join her on the bed.
"You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you, slut?"
Darlene nodded. "Yes, please fuck me." It had to be her imagination, but her voice sounded higher pitched.
"As you wish, bitch," replied Tyler who pressed against Darlene.
Darlene gasped as she felt the cock enter her. She moaned in delight as Tyler began to fuck her.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, Tyler," moaned Darlene.
"Yes, bitch, that's right, beg for it," ordered Tyler.
Tyler began to fuck Darlene faster and faster. She knew that she had Darlene right where she wanted her.
Without
missing a beat, Tyler reached down and squeezed the refilled reservoir
to shoot the fluid deep into Darlene's body. It was really happening,
thought Tyler with glee.
Darlene wasn't sure what was happening,
but she was soon struck by waves of pleasure sweeping through her body.
Her clitty was rock hard and desperately needed relief, yet for some
reason, she knew that she would have to wait for Tyler.
She
didn't have to wait long as Tyler pulled out and removed the fake
penis. She then rolled Darlene on her back. She then went down on him,
taking him deep into her own mouth. Tyler knew that she was about to
get her reward.
Darlene felt as if she was entering a state of
total sexual bliss. She wouldn't have stopped Tyler for a million
dollars as she craved the impending orgasm.
It didn't
disappoint her, as it felt as if her entire body was in a massive
sexual spasm of delight. It seemed to go on forever, one shot after
another; it was beyond her control, and all she could do was lie back
and revel in it. There was one last shot, and then she sunk into
darkness.
Chapter 11
Darlene slowly woke up. She felt totally exhausted and struggled to open her eyes.
When she did open them, she saw Tyler sitting beside her. It took her a moment, but she then saw that Tyler was different.
Tyler's face was different. The best description was that he looked harder. Then she saw the five o-clock shadow.
It took a great effort for Darlene to sit up.
"What's going on?" asked Darlene.
Tyler just smiled back. "Look down, Darlene."
Darlene did as ordered and gasped as she saw that she now had breasts. They weren't huge, but they were definitely breasts.
"Don't
worry, they'll get much bigger. I would say that you're an A-cup right
now," said Tyler. "In a few months, you won't need padding any more."
Darlene reached down and cupped her breasts with her hands. "What did you do to me?"
Tyler laughed and stood up.
Darlene gasped as she looked at Tyler. He was totally naked and was now a male, and he had a sizable cock between his legs.
Darlene
immediately lifted up the covers and looked between her own legs. A
look of horror appeared on her face. Yes, she still had a penis, but it
was tiny, barely an inch long, and very thin in diameter.
"That too in time will fade; in six to eight months, you'll have a vagina," said Tyler, his voice now obviously deeper.
"This isn't possible," cried Darlene.
"Obviously, it is," countered Tyler.
"How did you do this?" asked Darlene. She was torn between looking at Tyler and her own transformed body.
"Magic,"
he replied. "Look, honey, why don't you grab a shower and then get
dressed. I have some things that should fit you in the dresser and in
the closet. I'll fix us something to eat and we'll talk."
Darlene just nodded, not knowing what else to do.
Chapter 12
Darlene
was relieved to see that she really didn't look that different. At
least not that different from the feminized version that she had been
working as for the past couple of days.
She stroked her tiny penis and found that it would still get hard, although it stayed less than two inches in length.
Thankfully,
her breasts weren't very big either. However, she became resigned to
the fact that she would never pass as a guy again.
After
showering, she dressed in a bra, panties, a pink top, and a short denim
skirt. It was the best of the limited wardrobe that Tyler offered.
Then,
almost as if she had been doing it her whole life, she reached for her
purse and did her makeup. To her surprise, she did a very good job.
Tyler was cooking bacon and eggs in the kitchen. He was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt.
"Why?" asked Darlene. 'Why did you do this to me?"
"Please sit down," he said. "You must be hungry; I know that I am."
Darlene did as he asked.
She was surprisingly hungry, and the food hit the spot.
"I've
always wanted to be a man. I hated being a woman - the lack of power
and control over events, my period, being perceived as weak - I hated
every moment of it," explained Tyler. "I looked into female-to-male
surgery, but it was expensive and not very good. I then found a book of
spells and potions."
"So it really was magic?"
Tyler nodded. "I exchanged your masculinity for my femininity."
"Why wasn't I totally transformed?" she asked.
"You will be," he said. "It just takes longer. It will work out better for you, as it will give you time to transition."
"Why me?" demanded Darlene.
"I've
been looking for someone to do this with for weeks. When I saw you in
the elevator, I figured that you were really a transsexual and decided
to go for it. I mean, you looked so feminine and at ease with being in
a dress and heels; well, I just let my emotions take over and decided
to use you to help me change."
"I told you that I had lost a bet," replied Darlene.
"I
thought you were embarrassed about being caught and were bullshitting
me. I mean, you didn't look a guy in a dress," said Tyler
Darlene didn't reply.
"Anyway,
once you agreed to come into my place, I decided to see if you were a
good candidate for the spell. So, I ran a test on you, and when you
responded so well to the initial dose, I figured why not and went for
broke," continued Tyler.
"Initial dose?" asked Darlene.
"It
was in the wine. In addition to prepping your body for the spell, it
increased your sexual appetite, basically making you very horny, which
made giving you the secondary dose very easy. It also started your
mental shift towards femininity. I knew by the way you responded to my
sexual advances that the spell would work," he replied. "Now, the
secondary spell was in the cock I fucked you with. You took two doses
up the ass, and the other was when you sucked me off. The spell
required three doses of the secondary spell to complete the transfer."
Darlene shook her head in disbelief.
"Anyway,
the two spells combined allowed for the complete transference. While my
change is finished, yours will continue for months," he continued. "You
should be quite the looker when you're done; who knows, maybe I'll
check you out then."
Darlene glared back.
Tyler smirked.
"Your opposition will fade, as will your resentment. You were pretty
good in bed, and I'm sure you'll get better once you figure out how
your new body functions, not to mention that lots of guys would just
love to have a girl who enjoys taking it up the ass the way you do."
"Why didn't you ask me?" demanded Darlene angrily. "I mean, it was pretty selfish of you."
He
shrugged his shoulders. "To be honest, I was only interested in myself.
Yeah, I know, it's pretty selfish, but what the hell. It worked out for
me, and personally that's all I care about."
"You bastard!"
"Oh
please! You were once a real man. Don't tell me you didn't use every
trick in the book to get a woman into bed. Don't be such a hypocrite! I
mean, if you were more of a man... then this never would have happened
to you," snapped Tyler. "Now that you're a chick, you'd better get used
to men taking advantage of you."
"I'm stronger than you think!"
He shook his head. "I doubt that, Darlene. You were pretty easy to get into bed," replied Tyler. "Anyway, it's not my problem."
The
reality of the situation sunk in. Darlene let out a big sigh. "So what
will happen to me?" asked Darlene. She was appalled by his comments,
but getting angry at this point would do no good. However, if she had
still been a guy, she would have punched him in the face for his last
rude comments.
"Just tell everyone that you're a transsexual.
You passed pretty well to begin with, so you won't have too many
problems. As you change physically, just tell everyone that you're on
hormones."
"Just like that?" asked Darlene. She was shocked at how callous he was.
"Like I said, it's not really my problem," he replied. "I mean, if you start claiming magic, they'll lock you away."
"My god, you're so selfish!"
He just nodded as he sipped his coffee. "I know, what can you do? Hey, it's not like I knocked you up."
She felt like crying, but held it in as she didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
"If
it helps, the spell is supposed to ease your shift with people who know
you. I mean, you've seen some of that with the people at work."
Darlene nodded. That explained the reactions of Melissa and the others.
"If it helps, I'm prepared to give you ten grand to ease your change," said Tyler.
"Is that what you think this is worth?" she asked as she glared at him.
"For me it is. But as far as I'm concerned, you can take it or leave it," he replied. "Either way, I don't give a rat's ass."
"Christ, you're really a guy now," she replied.
"Thank
you," he countered with a smirk. "I'm moving to start my life over, so
I'll be out of here in the next week or so. I figure that we should
just go our own ways. I can only hope you can get past this speed bump
and move on."
"Speed bump?" she countered.
He just shrugged. "So, do you want the money?"
Part
of her wanted to tell him to shove it, but the practical side of her
took over. She would have a lot of expenses, and the money would help.
"I want it in cash," she replied.
"Don't you trust me?" he asked with a smirk.
"Don't even joke about that!"
He
laughed. "Fine, I was expecting that. By the way, I should warn you,
you're going to have to deal with a whole new range of emotions. I hope
you can handle them."
"Just so YOU know, so will you," countered Darleen.
"I can handle them," replied Tyler. "I don't have to take shit off anyone now."
"Keep up that attitude and you're going to get into trouble," she replied.
"Ha!
Like you should be dishing out advice. You're such a loser, Darlene.
You lost a football bet to a couple of barmaids, and then you lost your
manhood to me!" snapped back Tyler. He then started to laugh.
Chapter 13
Darlene
sat on her bed and looked at the money in her hands. It was a lot of
money, but nothing compared to what had been done to her. Still, it
would help her acquire a new wardrobe.
Tyler told her that she
would grow to accept her new gender. While that didn't exactly please
her, she accepted that it would make her life smoother. It would be
difficult enough adjusting to her new life without dealing with mental
conflicts too.
She decided that she would not talk to Tyler
again. He was a selfish pig and not worth spending any energy on. No,
she would move on with her life. Still, his words burned deep into her
soul. She was not a loser, and she would prove it by getting on with
her life, but first, she would have a good cry.
Afterwards, she called up Melissa.
"What's up, Dalton, or is it still Darlene?" asked Melissa cheerfully.
"Um...Melissa, can you come over to my place? I really need to talk to you," asked Darlene.
Judging by the tone in her friend's voice, Melissa became concerned. "Are you okay?"
"I'd rather not talk about it on the phone," replied Darlene, her voice almost cracking from her emotions.
"I'll be right over," replied Melissa.
"Thank you," she replied.
Darlene
hung up the phone. She decided to go with the story that she was
transgendered. Tyler was right; no one would believe the truth; after
all, magic didn't exist.
But Tyler was wrong about her being a loser. She would adjust to her new life and not just exist, no she would excel.
Conclusion
Darlene
sat at the bar and studied for her final exams. It was an hour before
opening time, and she wanted to make the most of her free time.
Since
her change, Darlene had devoted herself to her studies and was just a
few classes shy of her degree in business. In fact, she was starting to
get excellent job offers.
All her friends accepted the story she
had concocted that day eight months ago. They accepted her as a
pre-operative transsexual, and were all very supportive. Technically,
she was still male, but it appeared to be just a matter of time until
her vagina fully formed. Her breasts were already B-cups, her hips were
wider, and her bottom was now very cutely rounded.
As Tyler had
said, she accepted the fact that she was female. It wasn't as bad as
she had expected. Thanks to Tyler's deceit, it had taken her months
before she could trust someone enough to get intimate with. Even then,
she just gave him oral.
Still, she found that she was becoming
more and more sexually attracted to men. She no longer viewed it as
homosexual, as she accepted her femininity. Maybe, after her
transformation was complete, she would start dating. In fact, she
decided that once her change was complete, she would move to another
city and establish a new life from scratch.
Her family was confused but supportive. She wondered if it was part of the spell.
Still,
even though she was doing pretty well, she still cursed Tyler for his
selfish nature and how he had used her. Her only regret was not knowing
what book Tyler found the spells in. It would have been interesting to
read.
"Hey, Darlene, I hate to interrupt you, but do you mind if I put the local news on?" asked Melissa as she walked into the bar.
Without looking up, Darlene shook her head. "I don't mind."
"Thanks,"
replied Melissa as she pointed the remote at the TV. "I want to see if
there's anything new on that shooting on the 5 today. I got stuck in
traffic for nearly an hour because of it."
Darlene continued to study, even though she could hear the newscaster.
"We
now have an update to that story we broke earlier today. As we reported
earlier, Highway Patrol officers were involved in a shooting following
a high speed car chase. It started off as a road rage incident when two
drivers began arguing following a fender-bender on the 5 north of Del
Mar. CHP then tried to pull over one of the drivers. As seen live
earlier today, the driver of the car fired several shots at the
officers. They returned fire and mortally wounded him. The man has now
been identified as Tyler Morrison, age twenty-seven of Oceanside.
Police report than Mr. Morrison had been recently arrested for domestic
violence. We've also uncovered that he has several additional arrests
for assault. We will update you on the developing story as information
comes into our studio."
Darlene looked up with a shocked expression on her face.
"You okay, Darlene?" asked Melissa.
"Did they just say Tyler Morrison?"
Melissa nodded. "Why?"
"I think I know him," replied Darlene as she stared at the TV.
Just then a mug shot of Tyler flashed on the screen. With the exception of a goatee, he looked as Darlene remembered.
"Is that him?" asked Melissa.
Darlene nodded. "He used to be my neighbor."
"Really? Wow, what a small world. Did you know him well?"
"No,
not really, he didn't seem like the type of person who opened up to
others," Darlene replied. While she wasn't happy that Tyler was dead,
she wasn't going to grieve for him either. Apparently there was cosmic
justice.
"Wow, I can't believe you knew him," said Melissa.
"Can you keep this between us," asked Darlene. "I try not to think of the past."
"Sure thing, Darlene," replied Melissa. "Hey, it's thirty minutes before opening anyway, time to get ready."
Darlene
closed her books. She remembered her warning to Tyler about male
emotions and just shook her head; apparently, he couldn't control them
as well as he had thought. Well, at least that chapter in her life was
closed.
"Come on, Darlene, you know how Mr. Larson wants us ready early," said Melissa.
"Will
do," said Darlene, putting away her books and tying on her apron. She
then looked up at the TV. "I guess we know who the real loser is," she
said softly to herself; then she smiled. "So, I suppose that makes me
the winner."
The End