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The Gypsy Stone 3/5 [mf, magic, trans, tg]
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THE GYPSY STONE BY ROBIN DOUGLAS PART 3
***FAKIN' IT***
The radio clicked on. "...the drought continues in Lake county. Today
the highs will be in the high 80's. Skys will be clear with no chance
of percipitation. Long range forcast calls for more of the same, right
up to the big fireworks show celebrating..."
Nick woke up surrounded by pink sheets and covered by a thin,
clingy light blue camisole. He looked with dismay, as he had for the
last 10 days, at the erect nipples poking through the shiney material.
His hand automatically reached out at hit the off button on the clock
radio. He had been doing housework with his mother and sister for a
week. At least the time had gone fast.
He got up slowly and put on a pair of blue cotton panties, a
matching blue bra, a pair of girl cut jeans and the light blue tanktop
with ruffles at the shoulders. Glancing quickly in the mirror he ran a
brush through his shoulder long hair until it was smooth. This was as
much of a girl as his mother would ever make out of him! Anyway,
his dad would be back right after the 4th of July weekend, but the
whole deal made him mad.
Nick didn't usually wake up grumpy, but today he couldn't find
anything to look forward too or something. He felt . . . off. He
trudged into the hall and saw the bathroom door was closed.
"Julie!" he screamed,"Get out of there, now!"
A pretty face looked out of the door, said "You can wait 'Nicole'"
and the door slammed shut.
"I told you not to call me that in private, no matter what Mom says.
You shouldn't make fun of me. You don't understand. You've always
been a girl." Nick began to feel himself tearing up. That was girls
stuff. Still he sunk to his knees and began to cry.
Now, though he knew he shouldn't do it, crying felt good. So he kept
doing it until it was all over. The he wandered into his room and
waited for Julie to get out of the bathroom.
A few minutes later Julies slim form appeared at Nick's door. She
stopped and looked at him with an evil grin on her face."Big Girls
Don't Cry" she sung. And dashed down the hall to the safety of her
room.
It was Nicks responsibility to scrub the kitchen floor this morning.
The floor needed it, thought Nick. It would feel good to see it clean.
He hauled out a brush, the bucket and the bottle of cleaner. As he
was on his knees scrubbing he suddenly noticed the phone
conversation his mother was having.
". . . but she really is a sweet thing. I think your Art would just
love her. . . .No, I don't think she'd mind at all. But she hasn't been on
many dates so Art would have to take the lead."
"Mom, who is that?"
"Emily Sandusky dear. . .Sorry Emily, it's Nicole. . . .Yes, she's
scrubbing the kitchen floor right now . . . Ha ha ha. . . of course not.
She love to help out. . ."
Art Sandusky, thought Nick. Could she be inviting Art Sandusky
over to their house to meet Nicole? He wouldn't stand for it if that
was it. He wasn't going to play girl around any boys. Art might
recognize him. Worse yet Art might find him attractive. Nick
couldn't image Art with a girl anyway. The whole idea was absurd.
Art was the proverbial bull in a china shop. He wasn't very clever but
he was strong as an ox.
Nicks mother had finished her call. She noticed that Nick was just
kneeling in front of the cleaning bucket, his eyes staring into space.
The brush made tiny circles in the same place over and over. "Nicole,
Nicole are you with us?"
"Mom, did you just invite Art Sandusky over?"
"No darling, hardly."
"Whew, am I relieved. I don't think I could handle that!"
"No, I just set up a date for you with him for this Friday night for
the town fireworks display."
"A date?" Nick wailed, "A date?"
Suddenly Nick found himself crying uncontrollably on the kitchen
floor with his Mothers comforting arm around him. Just as the crying
subsided and the sniffles started Nick's mother jumped up. "Is that
the doorbell?"
Nick watched his mother leave the kitchen for the entryway. There
was muffled sound of voices in the other room and the door shutting.
Someone had entered the house.
"Honey would you pour a couple cups of coffee and bring them into
the livingroom?" he heard his mother's voice say.
Nick poured two cups of coffee, put them on saucers and
considered his predicament. He had been a cleaning girl for over a
week now he was being relegated to maid.
With the cups of coffee in hand Nick pattered carefully into the
living room being careful not to spill a drop of the coffee. To his
amazement his mother was talking to his football coach, Dan Smith.
"Ah," his mother brightened, "here's the coffee."
"You have a lovely daughter," Coach Smith said patronizingly. Nicks
mother didn't notice the way Coach Smith look Nick up and down,
ever so slowly, but Nick did. He felt naked and unconsciously put his
arms over his breasts after he set the coffee done on the table in
front of them.
"She's Nick's cousin from Ohio."
"It's very nice to meet you, Nick's cousin from Ohio," Coach Smith
said with molasses on his southern accented voice. He held Nick's
hand a little longer than Nick was used to having his hand held and
patted him on his soft butt. "Thanks for bringing the coffee, honey.
Could you be a good girl and go get me some cream and sugar?"
He went back into the kitchen thinking about the encounter. The
coach obviously hadn't recognized him. The coach was reacting to
him as if he were a very pretty girl. Nick had mixed feelings about
that. As he brought the cream and sugar into the living room Nick
noticed that the coach and his mother were talking about him. The
coach took no notice as Nick walked into the room and just keep
talking ". . .so I hope Nick will be able to go to football camp this
year. He's got some talent if he'll work to develop it. . ."
Nick nodded furiously and his mother caught the nod out of the
corner of her eye. "We're sure Nick wants to go. He should be back...
Monday next, when his father returns from a business trip."
"The would you sign this parental release and fill out these
forms?" Coach asked, we'll be leaving a week from Friday.
Again Nick nodded so his mother would see him.
Nick watched his mother take the papers into the kitchen to fill
them out. When she was gone Coach Smith grabbed Nicks thigh and
pulled him over until he plopped down on the coaches lap. "Now, if
you ever want to be a cheerleader ifor the Watertown Muskies, you
just come to Coach Dan. Okie Dokie?" Nick could smell the coaches
Aqua Velva from where he sat, but when part of the lap he sat on
started to harden he jumped up and made himself busy neatening the
room.
Nick hurried out of the room after picking up the morning paper and
straightening the decorations on the coffee table. He sure wanted to
go to that football camp. It was almost two weeks away and his
father would be back in a week. If that happened his father would
wish him back and all would be well. But what, he thought, if his
father got delayed. That had happened, too. Nick would be stuck in
this feminine prison doing housework with his mother for another
week. And he would miss football camp. Just thinking about it made
him feel like crying.
When the Coach had gone Nick thanked his mother. "Are you sure
that Dad is going to be back next Monday? I need to be sure."
"You never know about your father but he sounded reasonably
certain the last time I talked to him." his mother said sweetly.
Nick feel confused and upset for the rest of the day. His mother
want him to go out on a date with a boy, he wasn't sure how soon he
would be turned back into Nick, he might miss the football camp and
the best passes he'd caught lately were thrown by Coach Smith.
Worse yet he started thinking about the stone. While that damned
rock seemed to give everyone who held it one wish, everyone so far
had wasted it. Not a millionaire or a movie star in the lot. What if
his father wasted his wish and didn't made Nick a boy again? The
thought of being a girl forever was unbearable.
Nick broke down crying a couple more time during the day. It
seemed like events were forcing him to be more and more of a girl.
He hoped he could make it until Monday.
When he went to bed that night his mother made him put on a
pretty lavender babydoll nighties she had bought that day. He had to
turn around and model them for her. The he went to bed feeling
humiliated and ashamed, close to tears. It had not been a good day.
Nick didn't know what time it was when he awoke. There was a
rattling at his window so he glanced anxiously around. Coal red eyes
stared at him from the window and a black, indescribable shape
could be seen moving at the window ledge. It wasn't human.
Nick felt a wetness on his mattress. He threw back the sheet and
saw blood."My god," he screamed "They got me."
As he screamed the dark shape at the window grew in size as
batlike wings unfolded. For a moment all light from the street was
blocked out be the creature. Then it turned and flew off into the
darkness.
"It's got me. They got me. I'm bleeding. Help me."
When his mother and sister arrived Nick was sobbing in the middle
of the bed, blood soaking a spot in the sheet below him. He was
curled up in a little ball, his lavender babydolls all askew. "Who got
you? What's wrong, dear?" Nick's mother said in a comforting voice.
"It was at the window. It did something to me. I'm bleeding. I don't
want to die."
Nicks mother looked at the blood and the sobbing girl on the bed
and sat down beside him, putting her hand on his forehead. She waved
Julie out of the room saying "It's alright, Julie. Nicole will be
alright. . . . Honey, I don't think you're dieing and I don't think anyone
has done you harm. You just have something every girl gets once a
month. Your period.
Nick looked down at the bed, then up at his mother. Now he wanted
to die!
***FELONY***
Naomi face seldom showed pleasure, but when Walter gurgled and
whispered the new Naomi's face cracked a bizarre smile. "We've got
the bitch now" she cackled. "Walter, tomorrow morning I'm going to
get that stone!"
Naomi parked a good ways from Nick's house. She walked thru the
neighbor as the first light of dawn peaked over the fences and trees
of central Watertown. Nicks house was just coming awake. Naomi
peered in the window as Nick, Julie and their mother sat down to
breakfast. She wanted to get that little bitch for what she had done.
She waited and listened.
". . .so then your father said the project if behind schedule. I'm
afraid it's going to be at least another week until he can get home."
"You don't even encourage him, mom." Nick interjected, "You haven't
even told him what's happened yet. If he knew he'd be home in a
minute. I'm a boy mom. Julie makes a stupid wish and I'm wearing
Kotex mini-pads."
"It's not my fault, Nicole. I didn't know. . ."
"Settle down and eat your breakfast girls. Be patient, Nicole. Just
think, most boys don't get the privilege to be both a boy and a girl.
You'll learn things that will help you the rest of your life. Besides,
it's nice with just us girls around isn't it. Friday night's the big town
fireworks display. That's something to look forward to. You'll be out
with Art. And Julie and I will be helping with . . ."
So an errant wish had changed this boy into a girl. How exciting,
Naomi thought. She would take the stone on Friday night, well before
this boys father returned to make his wish. He would never be
returned to his former self. It pleased Naomi to think of this. To
think of a boy trapped as a girl for the rest of his life. And it gave
her an idea. An idea of how to use the stone and build an empire of
power and wealth.
The whole family would be gone on Friday night. She would steal in
while they were at the celebration and get the stone back for good.
Then she would concentrate on harnessing it's power.
***FIRST DATE***
Nick felt better after that terrifying night of the coal red eyes.
His period relieved the depression he was feeling and the crying jags
stopped. He got back into the routine of helping his mother and sister
around the house. He didn't think much about what lay ahead. That
might be too much. He would just have to wait until his father got
home. His period ended Thursday much to his relief.
"Today, Nicole is your date with Art Sandusky." His mother
announced at Friday breakfast. "I promised Arts mother you were the
prettiest girl in town and would be a good companion for him for the
fireworks tonight."
Nick thought to himself that the only companion he could imagine
Art with was a six pack.
The beauty shop in the mall smelled of some strange chemical that
Nick remembered noticing walking by. He didn't know what that
chemical did, but he didn't want it done to him. It wasn't a big place.
An unoccupied desk sat in front of a display of beauty products.
behind the display were two rows of chairs. One row facing each
wall. The walls were lined with mirrors].
Nicks mother pulled him inside and said, "Sit." He probably
wouldn't have sat without the command. It was one thing being a
girl, it was another thing completely getting gussied up like one.
"Marge come over here and give my niece Nicole the works. She's got
a big date tonight."
Marge fussed over Nick, washing his shoulder length hair, then
putting some foul smelling goop all over his scalp. A strange plastic
cap was next, with hair being pulled through little holes in the
plastic and treated. Finally came a wash, tiny curlers and setting
lotion of some kind. Nick hated his mother for making him go through
this, but the wish had completely obliterated his ability to say no to
her. She seemed to be having a great time sharing the beauty shop
ritual with her new 'niece'.
After an hour Nick found himself sitting under a hair dryer in front
of a pile of magazines. None of them were very interesting. Just
hairdos, clothes, makeovers and moviestars. Girl stuff.
Marge brushed the hair out after the hairdryer had done it's job.
She sprayed it with something and turned the chair around for Nick
to see. Nick no longer looked like a young tomboy. He looked into the
mirror in shock. He was a beautiful girl. His hair had been
transformed from a straight brownish blonde helmet to a whispy
wreath of silver blonde froth. His bright blonde hair tumbled along
the sides of his face with a mass of curls.
His mother lead him to another station and an operator named
Missy. "Nicole," She explained "will be wearing makeup for the first
time tonight. Show her how to apply it and set her up with colors
that complement her skin."
"Don't worry, Nicole will look darling for tonight. After a layer of
light foundation, a coral lipstick, a touch of eyeshadow, mascara and
shaping of the eyebrows All of a sudden he didn't look like himself
any more. He didn't even look like himself turned into a girl. Nick
was suddenly Nicole. A young lady stared back at him in the mirror.
It was like another transformation complete. At first from boy to
tomboy. Now from tomboy to pretty girl.
As Nicole rode home in the car she could see at least one good side
of this. Her friends would never in a million year recognize her now.
She didn't even recognize herself! Nicole would be that good looking
girl from Ohio until his father cam back and changed her back. Then
no one would be the wiser. . . as long as his stupid sister didn't rat.
The Nicole got a brilliant idea. She would take the stone along on
the date tonight and get Art Sandusky to change her back. A postcard
with the wish written on it would be the key. She would have him
read the card while holding the stone. Why hadn't she thought of this
before. It was perfect. Suddenly for the rest of the afternoon Nicole
was cheerful, almost joyful at the idea of going out. It couldn't fail!
Nick didn't even baulk at the clothes his mother had laid out for
him. In place of his accustomed and well worn jeans and tee-top it
was a dress! Beside the dress lay a new pink bra and panties.Nick
took the dress in his hands. It was a black jumper with pleats
starting at the hips falling to smoothness at the knee length hem.
Wide black straps went over the shoulders and a black slide buckle
belt circled the waist. To match it his mother had layed out a black
on white abstract print blouse with dolman sleeves and light
shoulder padding.
Julies eyes grew wide as she looked at the outfit that lay on
Nicole's bed. "You'll look adorable!" she exclaimed.
Nicole put on the pink panties and bra, then the silky white blouse
and the black skirt and matching black pumps, Julie talked her into
sterling silver clip style earrings and a small silver bracelet to
accessorize the dress. As she looked in the mirror she knew it was
going to be hard for the next week to think of herself as anything but
a girl.
Nicole looked at the time. She grabbed the small purse Julie had
encouraged her to take and dropped the glowing green stone into it.
Taking a magic marker she quickly dashed off Art's wish on a 3 by 5
card and stuffed that into the clutch bag. She ran to the top of the
stair to see her mother talking to Art Sandusky. He towered over
Nicole's mother and Julie, looking rather civilized for a wildman in
tan slacks and a plaid shirt. Suddenly he looked up at Nicole.He had
an expression on his face Nicole had never seen before. He was
awestruck.
As they left Nicole mother gave her a peck on the forehead and
said, "Enjoy yourself." Nicole would later reflect on how much power
those two words had.
***FALLIBLE***
Naomi shuffled once more in the drawers that held the most
promise. She had looked cafefully thru the house from top to bottom.
The stone was not to be found. Walter, perched on a china cabinet in
the dining-room, cackled and gurgled. He was telling Naomi "Not
here. Not here." Naomi didn't want to believe that. But after
scavenging for over an hour she knew it was true. Either the stone
was lost or one of the family had it with them.
She decided her best bet was a family member. Nicole.
***FUCK***
The inside of Art's van looked like a den of iniquity. The only two
seats were the bucket seats up front. The entire rear was dedicated
to a big pair of stereo speakers, a round wooden table with holes cut
around the edge for glasses and an open expanse of carpet. A few car
magazines and a Playboys were strewn around the floor. There was a
subtle stink of alcohol in the van. Nicole and Art had been tipping a
few.
"Have another Art. I'm amazed at how much you can drink. I think
you can drink more than my father." Nicole was trying to get Art as
drunk as possible, get him to hold the stone and read the wish, then
escape.
But Art had surprised Nicole. She had expected a real wildman and
slob. The Sandman football image that Art cultivated. But he had
been a gentleman so far with her, and they had had fun trading jokes
and stories of movies they'd seen recently. Nicole fingered the stone
in her purse to make sure it was there and opened a 3rd beer. Three
was usually the limit. She had managed to get 5 into Art so far, and
it seemed he was feeling it less than her. Perhaps this smaller
female body wouldn't be able to hold as much brew.
Art stopped the van high above Watertown in the north hills. The
sun was setting and the sky was bright orange. The waves of heat
from the dry soil distorted the scene into surrealistic magic. "We
won't see no better fireworks than that Nicole."
Nicole agreed. Now that the van was stopped, it was time. Nicole
nervously got out the hand written card and handed it to Art. "Read
this out loud, Art." Nicole asked.
"Is this a joke or somethun' ?" Art wondered.
"Ya, kinda. Here hold this green rock and just read it."
Nick put the stone in Art's big palm and crossed her fingers. She
began to fantasize about being Nick again.
"Ya know, you're real pretty. . " Art started.
No, no read the card thought Nicole
". . .but I sure wish you had a body like one of those centerfolds
back there." Art reach back and grabbed a magazine to illustrate his
point with a stupid grin on his face. "Just kidding Nicole. Now what's
this card say? Something about . . . I wish Nicole was. . .I can't read
your writing. . . Nicole are you alright?"
Nicole awoke to Art's face over her . . . and pain. The pain burned in
a circle around her chest and up over her shoulders. It was her bra.
She reached down to loosen it and noticed her blouse had come open.
The top three buttons had popped off revealing cleavage of
centerfold proportion. Nicole reached in and undid the front clasp of
the bra as Art watched. He didn't say anything. She could smell the
beer on his breath this close. She could feel her nipples, out of the
bra cups and against the silky fabric of the blouse harden. Her whole
body melted and his lips touched hers.
It was partly the alcohol, partly the curvaceous body and partly
her mothers wish that she have a good time she later decided. But at
the time it felt like pure lust. Wordlessly they slid off the seats and
into the back of the van. The radio was playing a slow heavy metal
ballad. Art reverently unbuttoned the remaining buttons on the
blouse and pulled it off her. He removed his shirt and pulled her
close. Her nipples, hard and sensitive, felt the hairy chest and sent
signals of pure desire to every part of Nicole body. She shuddered.
She pushed the wide straps of the dress off her shoulders and
unbuckled the belt. She was naked except for tiny pink panties,
soaked at the crotch.
Art wriggled out of the rest of his clothes and covered Nicole's
lush body with kisses. Soon they were locked together in rhythmic
embrace. All guilt gave way to satisfaction of the desire they had
released. Nicole was getting fucked by a boy!
The fireworks lit up the windshield of the van as Nicole and Art
held each other on the floor. The beer was now at full brain fog and
Nicole just went with the sensations of fulfillment, satisfaction
and pleasure. It was nice to be a girl at this moment, hot, sweaty
and satisfied in Art's lust wagon. They could see some of the rockets
explode in colorful bursts in the sky from where they lay. It was
good.
They waited until the fireworks were finished and then Art said,
"Lets get something to eat."
***FORTRESS***
Naomi sat inside her camper at the old monastery in the hills north
of Watertown. She read Walter Lang's notes over and over. The notes
he had made when he translated the figures and script on the
obsidian cube that contained the green stone. It seemed clear. Ying
and Yang. That was the trick, to balance Ying (the female aspect) and
Yang (the male aspect). The Mithraisic Cult used hermaphroditic
priests to control the tricks of Fu-hsing, the Chinese God of
Happiness. First she needed the green stone, then all she needed was
a hermaphrodite.
NEXT: THE WET TEE-SHIRT CONTEST
I stole 35kg of cyclonite from a mining equipment company in Madrid.
We're waiting for the final go-ahead then we'll procede as planned.
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