by R L Singer
“There’s nothing to get.”
“Oh, but I think there is. And I guess you’ll require living it for yourself to understand. So, I’m turning you into a woman.”
She snapped her fingers and I felt a strange sensation running through my whole body.
“What? What the hell are you doing to me?” I shouted as I felt myself shrink a few inches, and my feet become at least three sizes smaller. My hands became smaller and more feminine, my hair grew at incredible speed and my flat breasts turned into a cup D so fast it was maddening. The worst part was when my big, thick cock disappeared, only to be replaced by a shaved pussy.
“I’m turning you into a woman. I should make you an ugly one, but the gods would never approve that,” she said in a contemptuous tone. “You will be a woman for twenty-four hours – not a minute more, not a minute less – and your time will start running the moment you wake up,” she continued explaining.
“You can’t do that,” I grumbled, furious.
“I already did it.” She let out a mocking laugh. “During those twenty-four hours, you will have to convince a man to get you pregnant. The moment you get pregnant you will know, so if after being with a man you didn’t get pregnant you will also know.”
“This has to be the weirdest nightmare I’ve ever had in my life.”
She took a step closer to me and running her long fingernails through my chest, she went down from my neck to my new breasts, until she found my nipple, pinching it hard. I grunted as the jolts of pain ran through my whole body.
“Does that feel like a nightmare to you?” she mocked me.
“This is insane. No man would agree to get a perfect stranger pregnant.”
“Then you will have to do a pretty good job convincing them, don’t you think? They have to know, if you try to deceive them into getting you pregnant you’ll not succeed,” she warned him. “This will teach you how it feels wanting to get pregnant desperately and not being able to.”
“What will happen to me if I can’t get pregnant?” I asked, with a deep frown. I still thought this was just a nightmare I would soon wake up from but I wanted to cover my bases, just in case.
“You’ll stay as a woman for the rest of your life.”
“What? You can’t do that!” I ranted.
“I thought we had established I can do whatever I want to,” she jested. “Use your time wisely. And try to find at least one man willing to get you pregnant.”
With those last words, she vanished into thin air and the mist returned, sending a chill down my spine. I looked around, not knowing what to do or where to go, so I just took a seat on the cold sand and waited. I must have fallen asleep because, when I woke up again, I was back in my bed.
“Wow… that was quite a nightmare,” I said looking at my bedroom ceiling for a few moments. “Me, a woman…?”
I took my hands to my chest and, startled, I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. This couldn’t be possible. I couldn’t have felt breasts on my chest. That was impossible.
But the mirror told a different story. A gorgeous, curly blonde was staring back at me, with amazing gray eyes, fair skin, and a fabulous body that certainly would attract a lot of men. The words of the woman on the beach played on my mind and I frowned. How was I supposed to convince a man to get me pregnant? Damn, this couldn’t be happening to me, it had to be a damn nightmare.
I walked back to my bedroom, looking for a clue – anything out of place that would convince me I was dreaming, but there was nothing. I even pulled the covers from my bed, but the sand I found there only startled me more. Dreams had never been this clear to me, with all this kind of details.
I picked up my cell phone and checked the hour. It was ten in the morning so, according to what the sorcerer had told me, I only had twenty-four hours to get a stranger to accept getting pregnant the woman I was now.
How the hell was I going to pull that off? I didn’t even have women’s clothes. Taking a deep breath, I decided to focus on what I had to do. Nightmare or not, I wasn’t taking risks. I had no intention of being a woman for the rest of my life. I wanted my life back as soon as possible.
So, I had to get some clothes as fast as possible and I knew exactly who I was going to ask for help. After all, I was sure I was in this damn problem thanks to her.
I picked my cell phone and texted Marian: “I need help urgently. Can you help me?”
The answer came quickly: “What’s going on?”
“Something weird happened to me and I need you to come over to my apartment.”
“It’s Saturday morning. Why should I do that?”
I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling a bit desperate.
“I won’t say a damn word, every time you have to run home to be with your husband.”
“I might not need to do that again.”
“I will give you a special bonus for you to buy all the stuff babies need.”
“Give me both and I might accept.”
“Done.”
“I’m saving this conversation,” she warned me.
“Print it if you want and I’ll sign it.”
“Wow… you must be in deep trouble…”
“I am. Now get your ass over here and bring one of your dresses.”
“What for?”
“You’ll see. Just hurry up.”
“I won’t help you get rid of a body or cover up any crime.”
“Don’t be silly. Just come over.”
“I’ll be there in half an hour.”
With a deep sigh, I dropped the phone over my bed and decided to go take a shower. I still hadn’t got used to the idea of having a woman’s body and I was sure I would never.
So, I took a quick shower, barely touching my own body, not sure how I felt about the vagina I now had or even the breasts I tried so hard to ignore. But it was very difficult to ignore two orbs that popped out of your body and bounced with every move you made.
Once out, I combed the long hair as best as I could, missing my military haircut. Putting on my bathrobe, I went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. It was a good thing my housekeeper didn’t work on the weekends or I would have a lot of trouble explaining who the hell the woman in her boss’ apartment was.
I was finishing my coffee when the doorbell echoed through my apartment. Taking a deep breath, I went to the door and opened it.
“Hi, Marian. Please come in,” I said, stepping aside to allow her in.
“Hi… you… do I know you?” Marian asked, clearly puzzled with the woman’s presence in my apartment. I was a convincing bachelor.
“Yes, you do. I’ll explain inside.”
Marian entered the place, but she kept glancing at the strange woman behind her.
“Where’s Gideon?” she asked as she reached the living room, dropping her purse and the bag she was carrying on the couch.
“I need you to be open-minded about this, so please hear me out before you comment or call the people from the psychiatric home.”
“Wow… I guess I better take a seat then.” She sat down on the couch and looked at me. “Go ahead.”
“Well… remember your words yesterday before you left my… I mean, Gideon’s office yesterday?”
“Not really: I was only thinking about getting home as fast as possible.”
“You said he should become a woman trying to get pregnant so he would know how it feels,” I recalled.
She chuckled. “Wow… really? Well, yes, I was right. You can never understand how that feels unless you’re a woman as well.”
“Yes, well. Your wish came true.”
There was an awkward silence between us as she processed my words.
“What the hell are you saying?” Marian finally asked, with a deep frown.
“I’m Gideon,” I finally said.
“And I’m supposed to believe that?” she asked with disbelief.
“Yes, you are. You know me better than most people, Marian, and you know that.
Just ask me something no one else would know,” I insisted. I needed her help. I had no idea how to act like a woman and the clock was ticking, fast.
“That’s insane. You can’t be Gideon,” she grumbled, shaking her head.
“I’ll prove it to you,” I insisted. “I know we promised never to talk about this, but desperate times require desperate measures.” I was able to see her expression changing to cautious. “I’m sure you remember the night we spent together in Hawaii before you met your husband.”
“What night? I’ve traveled several times to Hawaii with Gideon,” she retorted, but I could see she was a bit uncomfortable.
I walked closer to her and took a seat on the small coffee table in front of her. “I’m talking about the night we had a few drinks too many and ended up together in bed – and not exactly sleeping, Marian.” As I said it, I saw the ire taking over her eyes, just to be replaced by astonishment and horror.
“Gideon?” she asked with awe.
“Yes, Gideon. A sorcerer of some kind decided it would be a good idea to transform me into a woman,” I grumbled. “And if that wasn’t enough, I have twenty-four hours to get pregnant or I’ll be a woman forever.”
“Wow… seriously?” She covered her mouth with her hand, surely to hide her wide smile, more than anything.
“I’m sure this is due to your words yesterday. So will you help me?” I grumbled again, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Oh no – you are not pulling that one on me. You were the one acting like a jerk. Just own it and do your best,” she warned him. “That sorcerer sure gave you the proper tools for it.”
“Marian, I’m a man, I have no idea of what to do.”
She finally gave in, probably because she couldn’t miss the opportunity of having me owing her. “Well, let’s get you dressed. Twenty-four hours isn’t much. You need to hook up with every man you see.”
“I have to tell them I want to get pregnant,” I admitted with a deep frown.
“Oh dear, that makes things even harder.” It was her turn to frown. “Maybe you should get one of those college guys that don’t mind what they do, as long as they get sex.”
“Hey, that’s not a bad idea. But I need clothes. Maybe one of those jogging outfits you girls use. That should do it.”
“God, just listen to you – no wonder you are under a spell.” Marian sighed impatiently.
“Marian, please, you can lecture me for the rest of my life. But now, just help me out.”
“Yeah, yeah, promises. Put this dress on and we will go shopping.” She threw a dress to me and watched me taking it as if it was something out of this world.
I disappeared into the bathroom and put the damn dress on. It was a bit small in my breast area, but the rest looked good. I went back to the living room and Marian nodded, signaling her approval. After putting on some slippers we were off to the mall. Marian made me buy a few things and soon she was dropping me off at the town’s college campus.
“I’m sure you’ll have no trouble getting one of those kids to do whatever they want to you.” There was a too-pleased smile on Marian’s face, but I didn’t have time to deal with that. I had lost two precious hours as it was.
So, I hopped out of the car, wearing a tiny top that barely contained my breasts and a tight, slim skirt that fitted like a second skin and enhanced my well-shaped ass. I started to jog through the campus, looking for a possible victim.
Right then, it struck me that I would have to have sex with another man. Any other day – any other situation I would be completely disgusted with the idea, but right now that was not the case. Maybe the sorcerer had also given me the hormones I needed to desire a man.
I scowled and continued looking around. I saw a guy, sitting under a tree with a book in his hands. He didn’t look like Mr. Universe, but he could be the one. I jogged over there and let myself fall on the ground next to him.
“Wow… I think I have jogged more than enough for today,” I said, with what I hoped was a seductive smile.
The guy looked at me as if he couldn’t believe a woman was actually talking to him.
“Then… you should rest,” he finally uttered.
“Yes, I think I will.” I smiled again. “I’m Gi… Gina.” I introduced myself, hating that slip of the tongue, as I stretched out my hand.
“I’m Rob.” He shook my hand and a sudden flush covered his cheeks.
“So, Rob, what are you reading?”
The flush became even more evident as he closed the book and put it away quickly. “No… nothing important,” he stuttered.
“I see.” I gave him a naughty smile. “Why don’t you join me for a cold drink? I’m really hot.”
“Sure…sure.” He accepted, looking as if he had just won the lottery.
“Let’s go then. There’s a small cafe just around the corner.” I got up and waited for Rob to do the same. Soon we were taking a seat at a small table, waiting for the cold refreshments we had asked for.
“Tell me, Rob: What are you studying?” I asked. It was obvious the guy was not going to take the initiative.
“Systems engineering.”
Why wasn't I surprised? He looked like a real nerd. “Nice.”
The waitress brought us our drinks and I decided to cut the chase.
“Well, Rob. I’m here at the campus today with a purpose in mind,” I started, stretching my hand over the table and covering Rob’s.
“You… are?” he asked, stuttering a bit more.
“Yes. You see, there comes a time in a woman’s life that she simply feels the need to make a nest. Do you understand?” After a brief pause, I continued explaining: “And I’ve reached that time. I want to have a baby Rob, but I don’t have time for marriage – not even for a man in my life. I just want a baby.”
“I guess… that’s fair…” Rob looked at me so mesmerized, his dark chocolate eyes locked on my cleavage. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
“Would you give me that baby, Rob?” Maybe I was hasting things, but I didn’t have time to waste here.
“Me… you want me… to give you… a baby?” he stuttered again, his eyes so opened, I feared they might pop out.
“Yes Rob, you. I’m ovulating today and I need you,” I told him with the most alluring tone I was able to conjure.
“Me…? Are you sure…?”
“Yes… we could go to the hotel right across the street, have the most incredible time of our lives and you would grant me my earnest desire,” I said, running my fingernails up and down his hand. I was acting basically on instinct here and recalling what I liked women to do to me. “What do you say?”
“Yes…” A broad smile finally popped up on his face. “Yes, I would love to.”
I leaned back and smiled, pleased. I grabbed my glass and took a long sip of it before I got up and paid the bill.
“Let’s go,” I said, returning to the table and taking Rob by his hand. I practically dragged him across the street and, after a quick check in, we were entering the hotel bedroom. I threw his bag on a table and turned to look at him. He was standing in the middle of the room and it was clear he was not going to give the first step.
I closed the distance between us and claimed his full lips with a demanding kiss, slipping my tongue through Rob’s, delving every inch of his mouth and enjoying its sweet taste. Meanwhile, my hands ran down his neck to his shoulders and right to the buttons of Rob’s shirt. Undoing them one by one, I revealed his broad shoulders and a muscular chest I wouldn’t have expected on a guy like him. I ran my hands over Rob’s chest, playing with his perky nipples, running my fingernails over them and teasing them.
“Hmmm, so tempting,” I whispered in Rob’s ears, licking his earlobe and nibbling it, loving the way he moaned with pleasure.
I turned him to the bed and pushed him over it, crawling over, as I got rid of my top and bra. Rob licked his lips but didn’t dare to make a move. He was either too shy or simply too inexperienced.
I grabbed one of his hands and put it over my breast, inviting him to touch and play. “I won’t break,” I whispered as I leaned over to kiss him again.
Encouraged, Rob started to knead my breasts and play with my nipples, rolling them between my fingers. I took a deep breath as tiny waves of pleasure ran through my body. Damn, that felt good. Excited by my response, Rob flipped me round and took over the whole thing, kissing me with an eagerness he clearly had been holding back. His kisses left my mouth to draw a trail of fire down my neck right to my breasts where he started to kiss and lick.