Sure Loser

Sure Loser
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.


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

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