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The Gypsy Stone, Part Two
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
THE GYPSY STONE BY ROBIN DOUGLAS PART 2
***FEMININE***
Nick came reluctantly down to the breakfast table in his pajamas. He asked
his mother the same question he had for 3 days, "Will you try wishing today,
Mom. It's important! I don't like being like this. I want to go out and enjoy
my summer vacation."The kitchen clock was striking eleven as he pulled up a
chair looking down at the floor.
"You've been moping around the house ever since your -- ehm -- accident.
We've told everybody that you have gone to visit your Uncle in Cleveland and
your cousin Nicole was visiting in return. You don't have to hide out any
more Nick, honey." Nicks mother clucked.
Nick silently looked at the floor some more, avoiding his mothers hopeful
expression. His tragedy was too complete, too gross for any correction. He
has been turned into a freak. He could hardly touch his body in the shower or
when he took a pee. And to make matters worse he had to pee sitting down. His
fine cock had been replaced by a girls slash, it was there every morning to
remind him of his bondage. His swelling breasts got in the way of every
movement of his arms, it wasn't fair. He had decided to stay in the house
until this matter was resolved. Forever if necessary.
He and his sister had desperately tried wording wishes to get her changed
back into a boy, but the stone didn't seem to be working. Now her mother
seemed to be studying it with a careful eye.
"Mom, you haven't wished yet." Nick repeated "You can wish me back to my
old self." He held out the stone for his mother, hoping she would take it.
She took the stone carefully, hesitatingly. She seemed to fear it and yet
now have a new, important purpose for it. When the irregular green object
didn't burn her she relaxed. His mother fondled the stone in her hand
absentmindedly and put her other hand on Nick's back. "Nick, I guess I could
use this stone to turn you back right away to my son again, but you make such
a pretty girl, and you'd be so handy around the house helping me get ready
for the picnic on the 4th."
"Mom, no!"
"So don't judge me harshly if I wait for your father and have him turn you
back. It's bound to be a broadening experience for you. And anyway I already
told the girls in the club that Nicole would be staying for a while." She
turned the stone in her fingers and said softly "I wish that if you were
going to be a girl anyway you could at least be a good girl and do what your
mother tells you."
No way, though Nick. That would be the ultimate acceptance of what he had
become. He was not a daughter. He would not help around the house. He would
wait until the stone turned her back into a normal boy again.
"Nicole, go upstairs and get yourself something to wear. We've got wash to
do." her mother said.
Nick felt very guilty all of a sudden. Her poor mother was going to have
to so that wash all alone unless she helped. He rushed upstairs, around the
banister and into his room. He would dress for the first time in 4 days, but
he would wear his own clothes, at least he wouldn't have to be humiliated
while he waited for his dad to get back and wish him back to normality.
Nick's bed was a mess, he'd been doing a lot of sleeping in this week. He
mumbled to himself angrily about his mothers stupid decision, but there was
now nothing he could do but wait until the 4th and do what his mother
instructed him to do. He pulled off his cotton pajamas (red stripe on white)
and faced himself in the mirror for the first time. He looked a lot like the
old Nick with some important and mind blowing differences.
His medium length hair was a bit longer than he had worn it and his face
had be subtly altered. The chin was less strong and his nose was smaller. His
eyes might have been a bit wider set. The effect was a very pretty girls
face, even with no makeup. The neck was thin and longer than before, as were
his legs. But the thighs widened up to his hips, which now flared out
slightly in feminine fashion. His waist and chest were smaller than before
and two firm well shaped breasts hung from his pectorals.
He slipped on a pair of white jockey undershorts, but they fit so poorly
he took them back off and pulled on a pair of red cotton briefs that pouched
unfilled at his crotch but fit the new hips much better. A sloppy exercise
shirt covered the new development of his chest while jeans still fit OK if
the belt was pulled real tight. However his shoes were much too big for the
delicate feet Nick now sported, so he put on thongs figuring if he needed
shoes he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
Another look in his full length mirror revealed a effeminate boy or a
tomboy, but there was no way he could pass for Nick. He would have to be
Nicole,his cousin, the tomboy from Cleveland, Ohio.
***FRUSTRATION***
Naomi huddled by the fire in the old monastery courtyard. She was angry.
Her dark features had taken on tense lines of frustration as she tried to
work out her next move. She had lost the amulet, and with it her chance at
getting out of this vagabond life. She had looked all over Watertown, waiting
around stores, at the Riverview Mall and even the Hideout GoGo. The girl who
had run off with her stone was nowhere to be seen. No one even seem to know a
girl of that description.
If the girl was from out of town she was in trouble. But there was one
pair of eyes she hadn't used yet.
"Walter, I command you to come to me."
A creature the size of a small owl lit on her shoulder. It was black, with
batlike wings and a strange distorted head. It looked at her affectionately
and clucked, a low contented "Gluck". Its beady red eyes glowed like little
coals in the starless night.
***FORMULA FOUR-O-NINE***
"This is your ironing board, Nicole." Nicks mother instructed, "In the
basket are all the shirts and slacks we have to do today. Just turn on the
iron, wait for it to get hot and make sure to get all the creases in the
right place. It's not that hard."
Nick stood in the laundry room a little stunned by the newness of it all.
"Girls work," he whined "You're going to make me do girls work until dad gets
home."
"Honey, you are a girl. It's a wonderful opportunity to learn some new
skills and see life from a new perspective, " his mother commented
cheerfully.
Somehow she didn't see this thing in the same horrible light as he did,
but he was stuck. If mom wanted ironing, he wanted to do ironing. He took the
iron gingerly and searched for the switch. A little ruffled apron fluttered
in front of his jeans. Embroidered on the front was "I Love Housework". Nick
thought about all the daughters around town doing this very thing right now.
What he was doing wasn't so unusual -- for daughters! But how could his
mother do this to him!?
But Nick took out a pair of pants and slapped the hot iron to them.
Quickly he took another. Then he crushed the sleeve of a shirt between the
hot face of the iron and the board his Mom rushed over from the morning
dishes and grabbed the iron saying "Slow down Nickie!," She started carefully
ironing the shirt, showing the girl how to get each part smooth and neat. "Do
it exactly like that."
Nick did each garment as his mother had instructed. Deliberately, and
perfectly. He hung up each item on a hanger until a long row of hangers with
crisply ironed shirts and pants dangled from the rod to his left.
He ate lunch with his mother and sister while they watched their favorite
soap opera. He ignored the first one, but the second had a girl about his
age. He watched her, how she flirted with handsome next door neighbor as her
mother lay bedridden in the next room with an incurable disease. Then an ad
came on. A pretty young housewife was solving a family crisis with spray
starch.
He had a spooky feeling suddenly that he had entered another world, kind
of like the twilight zone. Everyone else saw this world as the same as
before, but for him it was different. Now the woman in the ad was talking to
him, to Nicole. He was trapped in a young girls role and that's the way the
rest of this world would react to him.
In the afternoon they picked 4 cardboard boxes of rhubarb, cleaned it and
canned it in mason jars. Nick was kind of enjoying working with his mother
and sister. At least it was better than laying in bed depressed. The day went
faster than the last three and he was glad to be doing something useful for
his mother, or was it the wish?
They made a light dinner for themselves, Nick learned to toss a salad, and
Nicks mother gave Nick a large paper bag. "Go put this on your bed, darling.
I think it will look so pretty."
Inside the sack was a pink, quilted bedspread with ruffled edge and roses
daintily screened around the bottom. Nick look up at his mother and asked "My
bed?"
"Yes, dear."
Nick gulped and took the bedspread to it's new resting place. He dutifully
pulled off the Green Bay Packers spread and put this one on, pulling and
patting until everything was straight. When he turned around his mother was
in the door smiling. She held a girls nightie. "For you," she said softly.
"Put it on."
***FINDING NICOLE***
From the south a speck in the sky enlarged, then circled the old
monastery. It's five foot wingspan was batlike, but it's body was almost
reptilian. A simian face with coal red eyes crowned this outlandish creature.
Walter settled on Namoi's shoulder. They seemed to communicate on a very
basic level. She seemed to understand his grunts and clucks, he stood at rapt
attention as she talked.
"What?" she said, "You haven't found the little bitch yet? She has to be
here. She can't be indoors all the time can she?. . . Well, OK if that's the
way she wants to play it, we can play, too. Can't we,Walter?"
Naomi looked off the Monastery hill into Watertown. The lights of evening
we beginning to sparkle as the sun set. "We can do a little window peaking.
Yes, you'd like that wouldn't you my pet."
She stroked the bizarre creatures head as it closed its eyes in pleasure.
"You'll check out every window in town until you find that girl. And don't
come back until you've found her!"
NEXT: NICOLE GOES OUT ON A DATE
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