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Love Potion #8 by: Rachel Ann Cooper © 1999
It had been a couple years since Ben had died. Not only did I not like being a widow at 35 but even with my job, it was hard to keep up with bills that really took two salaries to cope with. It finally dawned on me to think about getting a room mate to share expenses. Not that it was such a big house, only two bedrooms but plenty large enough for two people, a cat and a dog. I admit that of late Id been feeling the pangs of loneliness some. And not that I hadnt had any dates. I had, but somehow they never measured up. I was looking for something undefined I guess.
The local freebie went to every household so I took a small ad for the following week. It read,
"Wanted: gal 30 to 40 something to share expenses. Two bedroom house in nice neighborhood with large bath & above ground pool with spa. Price not set. Well work it out. Call Diane at 555-3526 evenings."
Well, now Ive gone and done it I thought. No way to back out of it now. Ill be doing interviews till Im blue. The paper came out three days later and sure enough, I had three calls that night. One was a guy and that was just NOT going to work as I like to sleep in the nude sometimes and run around in my undies. Of the two others, one gal was a couple years older than me, had a good job shed been at for ten years and sounded really nice so I invited her over to see the place.
Monica arrived just after dinner the following night. She seemed very nice and sincere and we hit it off right away but there was the deal to get over with too. "Monica, I dont know what you can afford, but Im not looking to finance a retirement plan. Would $300 a month room and board be OK?" "Oh, that sounds just fine Diane. I think well get along well and I just got out of a relationship and want to nest a while anyway. Im on a month to month lease so I can move in next weekend if thats OK." "Sounds fine to me Monica. Do you have help to pack up?" "Yes, I do, so when I get here it will just be mostly clothing anyway and well have it put away in no time. I do have a lot of candles though. I hope burning candles wont be a problem." "No, of course not. I like candles too." "So its set then?" "Sure Monica. Done deal. Ill expect a call next Friday and Ill have your room ready by then." Monica got her coat, a faux fur, and left in her BMW. Nice little car I thought. I should have asked for more money. Oh well!
I called up the rag and canceled the ad at once.
I thought some new lace curtains and a matching bedspread might be a nice touch so I went out and splurged for my soon to be new friend. I couldnt help notice that she was very attractive and by the way she dressed would probably appreciate a nice, feminine bedroom. By the time Friday rolled around, the room was looking rather cozy. If she wanted a nest, this would do. The bath had connecting doors and one into the hallway. I suppose if she got a glimpse of my in the buff it wouldnt be a problem. Girls locker rooms are, after all, loaded with playboy photo ops. [Ring-stage right] "Hello? Oh, hi Monica. Yes, its ready. No, you could start tonight if you want to bring a load. Sure, no problem, I stay up rather late on the weekends anyway. OK. See you about 8."
And so she arrived rather promptly with a young man in tow loaded down with boxes. I steered him into the bedroom and Monica began the second of three trips to the car for more. I judged the fellow was a college kid, helpful and eager. It turned out he was a neighbor at her previous address. When they had the car unloaded, she took him home and stayed at her place. She had planned to do more unpacking but was too tired saying, "Ill see you about 9 in the morning Diane, OK?" Sure, whatever works for you. Got any good CDs in your stuff?" "Definitely. A little guitar, classic rock and some classical too. Its in that gray box. Help yourself." "Thanks. I may."
It was a little after nine when she got here. I had time to clean up a little before she arrived. Didnt want her to see what a slob I really was right off you know? She began unpacking and the first thing she did was put her extensive candle display around the room. There must have been three dozen of them at least, various sizes and colors. I like candles but this was a bit much. Well, what the heck. Its her room. What do I care anyway? She did have some nice clothes to go with that BMW too. Even her moving clothes were pretty nice, not jeans and a Tee shirt with sneakers like most of us. I hadnt seen her in jeans as of yet and thought that rather odd.
We settled in to a day of getting acquainted finding we had the same high school in common and several interests as well. She said she loved to cook which was great because I was tired of my cooking. As I said before, I was tired of quite a few things. Monica was just what I needed, a human to talk with. She prepared a nice cottage cheese and fruit salad for lunch. I dont normally like that but found hers to be very tasty. Maybe it was because I didnt have to make it? As we chatted, the conversation became a little more intimate and revealing and we began to get a hint at each others likes and dislikes and our recent relationships.
Monica had been seeing this guy who she thought was serious but he turned out to be a real oinker and thats why she found my ad so appealing just at that time.. I got the impression that she was now a bit sour on men in general and that one in particular. I, on the other hand had not had a man for over six months and was a little edgy over it. "Oh, Diane. Men can be such a pain in the butt," she said. "I was thinking of a little pain somewhere else," I quipped. "Well" said Monica, "Im about to the place where men are on the optional accessories list, great for moving furniture but optional in bed. What do you think about going out tonight to celebrate our new arrangement?"
"I think Id really like that Monica. I havent been out anywhere nice in a couple months." "Well then, how about Chez Twila over on Continental Boulevard about 7? Theyve got great drinks and good food and a small dance floor." "Sounds like fun. Sure. Dressy?" "A short cocktail dress would fit in nicely. Do you have one?" "Sure, a couple. Cmon, Ill show you." And so we ended up in my room gleaning through my closet choosing just the right dress which turned out to be a little black number resembling a slip, very light, lacy and revealing. We decided on patent pumps and bag for that outfit and Monica urged me to sit while she took the curling iron to my hair. When she was done, I had an elegant upsweep with cascading ringlets from my crown. It looked quite cute and sexy. "Well, Diane, if you dont mind my saying so, you are a real fox. You look really adorable and sexy in that dress." "Gee, thanks Monica. Youre a foxy lady yourself." Then it was time for me to do hers but Monica declined saying she could do it faster herself. She was right too. She went into her room and came out about 15 minutes later with an equally elegant do and almost completely dressed. "How did you do that so fast? I asked. Tricks of the trade Diane. Before I became a paralegal, I was a hairdresser." Well, I hope that satisfies her thought Monica, dont want her getting all worked up about this the very first day.
Monica finished getting dressed, putting on her ever present sexy spiked pumps or sandals, and we adjourned to her car since she was the one who knew where the restaurant was. "You look nice Diane. Guess youd like to lose about ten pounds though huh?" "Exactly ten. How did you KNOW that? I think Im getting love handles and with nobody to use them, their just wasted," I giggled back. As we walked from the parking lot to the restaurant, I noticed that not only was Monica a little older but just a little taller too by an inch or so. I was 5'5" & she must have been about 5'6 or 7", perhaps less. She certainly has a great figure I thought as I watched her pass through the door in front of me.
She was right about the place. It had ambience and good food. Most of the people there were couples and at eight they had a trio that played. It was piano, guitar and bass. They sounded pretty good. After a couple numbers they played a fast one and Monica looked around the room, obviously looking to see if she could score an eligible bachelor to dance with. None. Looking over at me she said, "well, this is a wasteland. Want to dance?" "Wont we look silly? I asked.
"Not if were good" she quipped. "Cmon. Lets boogie."
So, Monica and I got up and shimmied and twisted and shook and it was fun for a change to cut loose a bit. I forgot that I was up there dancing with my room mate and just had fun. I wasnt expecting what happened when they played a slow number though. Monica took me to arms like a man would and whirled me around the floor. She was a very good dancer and although I initially was a little shocked, I loosened up and just went with it. After that we paid and went home to vegg out in front of our rented movie in our night gowns. It was "Youve got Mail." *boy,*I thought, this Monica is a real fox. I could learn a few things from her Ill bet.
We went to our bedrooms and both of us closed our bathroom doors but I could still hear something, a voice coming from Monicas room. It wasnt her radio. It sounded more like she was saying a mantra or something. Well, the candles and all. What did I expect? So, shes a little eccentric. Zen, who knows?
We slept late Sunday. Sometimes I went to church but not today. This weekend was crucial to our getting off on the right foot, setting the ground rules for her residency etcetera. Monica set about preparing our breakfast, Mexican omelettes, and she stuffed her face with some vitamins and then a drop of some liquid from a small bottle. I took a multivitamin but this was something Id never seen before. "Monica girl, what IS all that stuff?" "Just stuff to make me feel and look better." "Look better?" I asked incredulously. "Well, yes Diane. This is a potion that sort of...realigns my thinking, helps keep me in balance so to speak. It helps me to keep a certain perspective about things and it shows on the outside too. Would you like to try it?" "Oh, I dont know. Do you make this?" "Yes." "Oh, all right. I suppose my perspectives could use a little tweaking. How long before you feel the effects?" "Not more than a week I would think. Youll notice subtle shifts in your attitude about certain things. Youll probably like it. At least, I HOPE so. Here, take this bottle. Ill go get another one for myself." Whereupon Monica went to her room and returned with a similar eye dropper bottle. "Three drops twice a day for now Diane. Dont want to shock your system all at once." "OK Monica." And so I popped my first three.
Monday morning we slipped into our working girl routines and garb. I noticed mine wasnt up to Monicas standards but I didnt care. Getting gussied up like that for work went out in the 70s I thought. She does look nice though. "Well, off to work with us then Monica. My night to cook.
Ill see you then." We got in our cars and went our separate ways.
My day was nothing unusual, just same old same old. Had a problem with one of the computer programs hanging up and freezing but we had a utility that unfroze it. Then it was home sweet home. I shucked my clothes in favor of sweats and sneakers and set upon dinner. I got a salad ready, made some French fries for baking with the skins on and sauteed a couple chicken breasts.
Just as I was putting them on, Monica came in the door. "Whew, its chilly out there. Ill be glad when April hits next month. Cant imagine why I stay up North except for the money. Whats for dinner Diane?" "Salad, chicken and fries with fruit or sherbert for dessert." "Sounds yummy.
Ill go get relaxed." Monica returned wearing a nice house dress that showed off her curves and she still had her hose and a different pair of somewhat lower heels on. It looked like she had freshened her lipstick and put on a little Chanel. I was a little startled and, being the wise guy I am, quipped while looking her up and down with a grin said, "for ME?" Her reply, with an equally wide grin was, "of course for you darling. Who else? Its all about feeling good about yourself. Youll understand soon enough."
"Well, in that case, thanks. It is a cute outfit and thank you. " I got the dinner together while Monica set the table and we sat down. I noticed my new potion was again in front of me. "Do I take this to mean I should take this morning and night?" "Yes, like I said, I think it would be best. Youll enjoy it sooner if you take it more often. Its kind of like Ginseng." "Alright, youre the doctor." And I then dropped another three or so drops onto my tongue. For just an instant, I could have sworn I felt a little buzz going on. It was nice and then it stopped. We chatted over dinner about our day at the office, cleared the dishes loading the dishwasher and went into the living room to catch the news. As I passed the mirror in the hall, the contrast between Monica in a dress and myself hit me.
Gee, I looked so dowdy beside her. Maybe at least some nice slacks with heels and a blouse? Yes, that will do. So I went to my room and changed first. Monica didnt say anything but I saw her notice. My butt is one of my better features and these slacks did show it off. Diane, what do you care how your butt looks to Monica, huh? I dont know. It just does. Shut up
In rapid succession, Monday became Tuesday became Wednesday. I was taking my potion religiously and for some reason, taking more time with my appearance in general. I spent a little more time on my hair and makeup , actually taking the time to put eyeliner on and was beginning to get the idea my wardrobe could stand some sprucing up. We had decided that Monday, Wednesday and Friday would be my nights to cook and Monica would take the others except for Sunday which would be a free for all or wed both do it together. Monica had a date Friday night. He was sort of a hunk, if you like the type. Not my cup of tea though. Id rented a couple tapes and one of them was "R" because of the love scenes in it. I was glad I was alone as watching it got me a little bothered and then the idea crept into my little head that I really needed to do some serious shopping tomorrow. I wasnt dead yet. Maybe it was time for some really fashionable clothes and shoes for a change. I fell asleep thinking of how Id look in the slinky long nighty that gal in the movie wore.
When I awoke, I smelled BACON, my downfall. I was really going to be in trouble if there was a waffle too. I put on my peignoir over my gown, donned my mules and scampered into the kitchen. "Hi, sleepy head" greeted Monica. Your light was still on when I got home so I looked in on you. You were in dreamland and smiling so I turned your light off and tucked you in. I hope you dont mind." "Gee Monica, thanks. Its been a long time since Ive had a Mom I said sniggering. She playfully swatted at me and served up...the waffles with bacon, my favorite breakfast complete with a big glass of milk. I took my vitamin and my potion and Monica told me, "you can add another drop now that youre used to it." "Oh, OK." And so I did. Now THAT was a little strange. I copped a real buzz with that one. It really felt nice but it made me a little dizzy for a moment. I looked at Monica and somehow saw her, I dont know...differently. I began talking about my impending shopping spree and Monica asked if she could come along. "Well, sure. Id love to have some input from someone who dresses so well Monica. Thanks."
We did the dish thing and adjourned to our rooms to emerge...butterflies. Now, I expected Monica would look nice. She always did. But for some reason, she looked extra nice this morning, a little casual but still dressy and sexy. I wore a print shift that would be easy to get in and out of with well gartered hose and mid heeled pumps. I must admit I was feeling a little better about my appearance today but I knew there was something missing in my equation. Maybe Monica could help me figure it out. We took my Celica down to the outlet mall. There were 125 stores there. We should be able to find something.
We gravitated toward the dress shops. Now, I had never been a dress kind of person leaning more toward skirts and blouses but today it was dresses. It was a good thing I had a good savings account because today it was going to get hurt. I would find something I liked and ask Monica and she would either yea or nay and I would try it on. After the first shop, she decided I needed some sexy lingerie to boost my self image.
"That sounds naughty Monica but I like it. Lets go." And so we did the two major shops with me trying on this and that, always in the slinkiest of materials with flounces of lace. I had stretch satin underwires and high rise panties and French cuts and a push up bra and a couple new long gown peignoir sets before we left.
When Monica saw me in the wine colored French cut set, she ogled me. I mean, just for a second there she ogled me and my response was instantaneous. I got a nipple erection and a little twitch. How odd! "I take it you like this set Monica? I asked as "they" stared her in the face." "Uh...yes Diane. It looks...sweet on you and apparently (giggling and staring straight at my nipples) you do too. Why dont you wear it?", she said, still ogling my aroused bosom. And so, I did. We paid and continued our quest and I found another nice dress I could wear from day to evening and she said, "why dont you wear it?" And I did. By this time I had five dresses and lingerie but I needed shoes and was thinking "makeover" too. We stopped into the local unisex salon where appointments were optional and had our hair done. Boy did I look different as a red head. It really set off my complexion. We got the works: pedicures and manicures and waxed. "Diane, they have a makeup makeover too. Why dont you try it now that you are a red head, youll want to change some of your colors." "I almost missed that Monica."
"Yes, of course. Show me what you can do for me Carol." "Just let me finish spraying and we can go over to the makeup counter." She cleaned my face and started over on a fresh canvas using colors that complimented my skin and the dress. I was beginning to really feel good. When she was done I asked, "well, what do you think Monica?" "I think you will break some hearts Diane. Better be careful (chuckle)." "OK, OK. I do look almost cute." "Thank you Carol." I tipped her and we went to the front and paid for the service and the makeup.
I was still incomplete. Shoes. These didnt match the dress and besides, I had a sudden urge for something a little sexier. We found what I was looking for when we lighted on Bakers window.
Fashion shoes I knew had a reputation for being uncomfortable. I left with two pairs of evening/summer sandals and three pairs of spikes in taupe, black calf and red. Red is such a naughty, sexy color for spikes. Just then something snapped in my mind and I could hear myself reasoning that if Monica could like looking pretty and wearing sexy clothes and shoes all the time, so could I. After all, I was ONLY 30 something!!
"Monica, sit here a minute." I got out the red pumps and slid them on replacing the mid heeled black ones. "There, now it feels right and they match this dress too." "You look lovely Diane and sexy too, almost edible<wink>. I didnt realize you enjoyed some of the things I do." "I didnt either Monica but I do feel a little more "spiderish" all dolled up. Kind of turns me on actually." "Well, a lady should enjoy her clothing Diane. Its one of the perks of being a woman after all. Shall we do lunch somewhere nice, my treat?" "Sure and thanks. Where to?" "How about the Olive Garden?" All the salad and bread sticks you can eat." "Well, Id like to lose that ten pounds but lets go. Ill be bad just once more."
We enjoyed a delicious rigatoni and in the midst of our light conversation, Monica held my gaze and also my left hand, tenderly. She locked onto me like radar looking deeply into my eyes. I lost track of time. I lost track of everything. Monica has deep blue, gorgeous eyes. We said nothing, at least nothing audible, but something was said on another level. Actually five minutes had gone by...five minutes that Diane would never get back.
"Hello Diane. Is anybody IN there?" "Oh, Im sorry Monica. I guess I just drifted off. What were you saying?" "We were talking about starting an herb garden for planter boxes, remember?" "Oh, sure. Yes, I think that would be fun to have fresh herbs. Well have to stop by the farm store and see what they have. We had no desert. The meal didnt leave any room for it anyway. We did stop into the farm store on the way home and Monica picked out some herbs for our planters and we set off for home. I had forgotten about shifting gears in spike heels. Certainly reminds a girl of her femininity alright; I felt like a sex kitten in my little red car and in my new lingerie, dress and spikes. I felt good about myself. How strange and neat. Guys sure miss the boat not wearing heels. Ricky Martin wears rather high heels though. Hmmm! They keep your foot at a perfect angle for driving. Now, where did that thought come from?
We got home and changed into a couple house dresses with flats and proceeded to take care of the cleaning and laundry. Ben had never helped me with any of this and it was really nice having a help mate, almost like having half a maid. When we were done, we took turns in the shower and changed, much to my surprise, into pretty dresses, hose and heels. I couldnt understand myself all of a sudden but I wanted to look nice...and sexy and feminine for...for Monica? Surely not! She was just kidding when she said she was doing it for me, wasnt she? And that remark about my looking edible? I didnt miss that. I just didnt comment on it.
When she saw me she ogled me again, this time without shrinking or averting her eyes. "You are a very pretty girl Diane. Did you know that?" "Ah, cmon Monica? Ive never cared much how I looked before and now I just want to look as nice as my room mate. You are the stone fox of this house." "Why, thank you honey. What a sweet thing to say? By the way, are you aware of why you are taking so much pleasure in your femininity?" "Uh, yes, I think so. Its the potion, isnt it? It makes me tingle when I take it and makes me really want to look nice...and sexy too.
Now I understand about what you said concerning realigning thinking and changing perspectives.
Im really glad Im a girl, more than ever."
"Youre right of course, it IS the elixir. Did I tell you that I make it myself?" "Maybe, I think we missed that part." "Well, I do. Its an old, old recipe that has been used for ages on both men and women with equally interesting results. Its also sort of a love potion. I hope you dont mind." "A love potion? Really? How neat. Then if I gave this to someone I wanted to fall in love with me, he would?" "Yes, or she would." "Monica...I...gawd you are a gorgeous woman. I havent been able to take my eyes off you since we met." The truth had nowhere to go but forth from her mouth. "I know thats terrible of me to say and you have a boyfriend and all. It makes me sound so...so AC/DC." "Diane, I think you are a little doll and Ive been dreaming about you. I love seeing you looking so sweet and sexy and knowing you are doing it for me."
"You ARE doing it for ME arent you?" (Silence) "I guess I AM Monica. Oh, Im terrible. My mom will have a fit! I hardly know you and Im...Im falling for you like a school girl, me and an older woman (giggle)." Walking over to Diane Monica said, "stand up Diane, please." Diane stood up. Monica approached swaying her trim hips, her heels clicking on the tile floor. It was a seductive walk. She took Diane by the hands, looking down into her eyes. Nothing was said. Monicas hands then ran up Dianes back, pulling her forward, bosom pressing against bosom, perfumes mingling then, lipsticks mingling. Diane was in heaven. She tingled all over just like when she took the potion only this time it lasted past the break of the embrace. Her nipples were like little rocks. She was breathing very hard and she knew she had become moist over this strange turn of events. However, she also knew that she still liked men too. Was this just the effect of taking the elixir?
"Do you like the new you Diane? The feminine, sexy you?" "Yes, I do. Very much. A bit of a bother to maintain but Im sure it will be worth it. Will taking more of the potion further enhance these feelings?" "Yes it will. Eventually, you wont even need to take it though because you will be hopelessly ultra feminine and sexy and also AC/DC just like me. Would you like that?" "I do feel wonderful Monica and Im afraid I AM falling in love with you. Yes, I want to take more until Im stuck. It feels wonderful. At least then I can blame it on the potion and not on unleashing submerged feelings." "Alright then, tomorrow you can take six drops per meal morning, noon and night and within a week, its a lock." "I cant wait. Would you uh... like to give me a back rub tonight?" "Why, Id be honored little lady. Your place around ten? (Giggling)" "Yes dear. Please wear something sexy for me, OK?" "Absolutely."
They fell asleep in each others arms in Dianes bed that night. The exact details are more for the porn magazines than my gentle readers. We do, after all, know approximately what went on except for the occasional gurgle, giggle or scream of delight. From that day on, Diane and Monica were an item. They made no public displays of affection. They did go to the occasional girls only bar for public cuddling and dancing. Diane had never been so happy or felt so wanted when she was with Ben. Men!! They should all take this stuff and realize THEIR potential. I even knew a boy who might be a candidate for a little tweaking.
When I awoke, after a few tender kisses, I asked Monica if the potion would work on men too.
"Of course it does honey." "How, exactly?" "Well, it depends on their nature. If they are very manly men, then it takes those positive attributes and builds on them adding grace and charm, softening them to a tolerable level." "And if they are already of questionable nature?" "Well, then they might be converted to our side sweetie. Why? What is churning in that pretty head?"
"Before you moved in, I was a bridesmaid at a wedding of a young friend to a lovely girl. I went into the brides room to shoot a couple pictures and remarked how gorgeous Keri looked in her dress and that Bobby was going to faint when he saw her in it and her reply, with a rather interesting expression on her face was, yes, if he doesnt want to try it ON first before he faints." "I made no reply to this because Ive known him a long time and remember when he was little that he liked playing dress up. Apparently he still does and Keri doesnt seem to mind. I was wondering how she would like having him enhanced since she is a control freak anyway."
"Let me think about this one a little dear one. I may have to work up a new spell---whoops!! You didnt hear that did you?" "SPELL? Are you a witch or something Monica? Did you MAKE me fall in love with you ?" "Yes, I am and no, it doesnt work that way. You cant fall if there is nothing there in the first place. I noticed your glances at once. I just built on that. Maybe we should talk with his wife first? And yes, I am a Wiccan, a white witch. We do no harm, no hurt."
"Oh, alright but that spoils half the fun." "No, it wont. Not if what you say is true. If hes really girlish underneath, it will float right to the surface though and he wont be able to hide it any more." "Well, like I said she is a control freak so if we put it to her that the potion will give her complete control over him, shell buy whatever happens to him to get her way. Im sure of it."
"Ruthless huh?" "Pretty much, yes." "Alright. Are they back from the honeymoon yet?" "Just a week." "Well then, lets get started. No point in his getting too comfy with his machismo if hes going to lose it. Invite them over and I will prepare something special and faster acting for him.
A few days later:
(Ring) "Hi Keri. Diane. Yes, how was it? Over too soon, the trip AND in bed?
. Oh, Im sorry to hear that. I have a little idea Id like to run past you. Would you and Bobby like to come for dinner Friday? OK. Seven. Well see you then. The "well?" Oh, I have a room mate now is all. OK. See you then." (Click)
"So Diana, Mistress of the hunt, what do you want this spell to do?" "Oh, just like you described it would be fine for both of them I suppose. Let her bubble to the surface in manner, voice, deed and dress over a short period uncontrollably and it would be good if you could work in something so she could keep his job. Theyll need the money." "OK. That shouldnt be that hard. Difficult but not impossible."
Over the next few nights, odors and chants emitted from Monicas room. I guess she was really cooking Bobby good. This was going to be such fun. Bobby reveled in his girlishness when he was little. I mused as to how he would relish it as it began to ooze from his pores, to feel his mind and body changing right before his eyes. Oh, this was going to be delicious all right. I liked Keri too and was sure she would make good use of an obedient house servant, perhaps in a nice maids uniform? Meanwhile, my love and appreciation of my sexy witch deepened and she took me to heights I never knew existed. She made me really glad Id bought a house on an acre of ground instead of an apartment, if you get my meaning. Funny! Surely it wasnt just the exercise we were getting but those ten pounds just seemed to melt off. I was back to a very tight ten and loving it. My C cup runneth over but not my waistline. Id never looked better in my life. The potion? Id have to ask about that if I thought of it. A nice side benefit if it were the potion that melted the fat off.
Keri and Bobby showed up shortly before the appointed time. Keri was always very feminine and cute and wore a short blue floral silk dress that showed off her pretty legs and well turned ankles in her 4" spikes. Her makeup was flawless. Not that she never loafed around in a tank and shorts but usually, not. Bobby had on light gaberdine slacks and a nylon shirt with loafers. Well, it looked like a shirt. No by darn. It was a blouse. Well, the little devil is still up to it I see and right out in public too. And of course, this is with Keris approval and co-operation or it wouldnt be happening. Perfect. I had only a glimmer of what might take place while they were here or perhaps later. Monica told me she couldnt reveal the spell or it wouldnt work.
Before dinner, we conjured up an excuse to put Keri and Monica together alone and Bobby and I stayed out in the living room and had a glass of wine. His was special wine. Meanwhile, a revealing and instructive interview was going on in Monicas bedroom with the stereo turned up just loud enough to make conversation garbled. After about five minutes, I knocked on the door and Monica was in the midst of lighting her candles. Oh, my! This must be IT I thought and quickly returned to keep Bobby occupied.
The conversation in her room went like this:
"Alright Keri. I know that Bobby likes to play dress up. Do you acknowledge that?" "You have me at a disadvantage Monica. We just met and you are telling me things nobody knows." "Well, SOMEBODY knows Keri. That is a blouse he has on but it would look better on someone without all those nasty muscles, someone soft with a pretty bosom, someone a little shorter and rounder in all the right places, someone who would be willing to do your bidding, accede to your wishes, wouldnt you agree?"
"I...well...yes, I suppose...but I dont understand. Youre talking about the impossible dream." "Do you let Bobby dress up at home in your clothes Keri? Is he sweet and demure and girlish when hes dressed that way?" "Why are you asking me all these questions Monica? I thought we were here for dinner." "Oh, you ARE Keri, but Diane wanted to give you a present for your wedding, one that would last the rest of your lives and we thought of this." "And what is THIS?"
"THIS is giving you a sweet, soft and gentle mate to cuddle and to do for you, to earn a living for you and to do your bidding. Doesnt that sound like an ideal mate to you?" "Well, DUH! Of course it does but where am I going to find someone like that?" "You already have dear. After some adjustments that is." "And just how do you plan to make those adjustments?" "Well, first of all, we need your permission. So, do we have it?" "I dont believe a word of this but sure, you have it." "Alright, now here is a little drink for you and Bobby (handing her a goblet apparently filled with red wine). It will be a special toast. The three of us will drink from it and then Bobby and then it will begin. Alright, lets go back in. We dont want him getting upset with me for monopolizing you." And so they rejoined Diane and Bobby who were sitting there laughing at a video.
"High guys. Were back. There was just one glass of my special vintage left so I thought it would be nice to share it with you all. Want to try some Diane?" "Sure." She took a sip and passed it to Monica and then it went to Keri and finally to Bobby who downed the rest, which was most of it. "That was delicious Monica. Thank you for sharing," said Keri. "Youre welcome dear. Now, lets get down to dinner, shall we?"
Monica and I brought in the meal and drinks and we settled in to the eating and conversation. All the while, Keri had the strangest look on her face, half amused, half frightened. Monica told her, "relax Keri honey. Everything is going to be just fine. Youll see. A few days from now, things will be just lovely."
Keri shrugged her shoulders and became her old self again. Not so with Bobby. He seemed to be having a little problem...or two. He appeared to be a little smaller in his chair. Everything about him seemed to be a little smaller. He was five ten when he walked in. Just from his seated position, Id judge he was now more like five six, still a little taller than Keri though. Id never noticed his hands before. They were lovely with long, slender fingers and moderately long rounded nails. His table manners were impeccable, for a girl at least. Certainly not for a man. He was much too gentile and dainty. It had started and not very subtly either. Bobby was, or appeared to be, unaware of what was happening to him. Perhaps that was in the spell. I didnt know. He continued to emote and comport himself as a woman. His gestures and manner became totally feminine during the meal. His voice also rose and assumed the sing song ranging and expressiveness of a woman and still he hadnt noticed.
After dinner, Bobby insisted on helping with the dishes, so we let him. He found the aprons, put one on and proceeded to rinse things off the scrape into the garbage and load the washer. We left him alone, went out to the living room and opened another bottle of wine. All heads turned as Bobby returned to the living room, for now approached a much softer version of our Bobby with longer hair, wider hips and definite bumps in his blouse and with a nice sway to his gentle walk. He curled up beside Keri, taking off his shoes and placing his feet underneath his bottom. He seemed very supple for a male. He was terribly cute now. A bit too cute to be a Robert.
Apparently, there was a lot of girl that was floating to the surface. I never imagined there was so much in him. Keri put her arm around him, gave him a hug and kissed him on the mouth. "Umm" he said. "Like the flavor Bobby?" "Yes, what is that?" "They call it mountain berry. Want some?" "Could I? You all wouldnt mind?" "Well, of course not sweetie," said Monica. "Were all friends here." Keri took out the tube and deftly applied the lipstick to Bobby and he licked his lips. "Oh, my! Bobby, that color just doesnt go with that blouse. Here, let aunt Monica go fetch you something in a better match."
Monica disappeared into her room to emerge with a lovely and screamingly feminine pink blouse in lightweight nylon. Bobby didnt say a word. He just stood up, unbuttoned his other blouse, shrugged it off and began putting on the other one when he noticed something wrong. "Keri I...I...I have..." "Its alright to say it honey. Half the world has them and they fill a blouse much more nicely than plain old pectoral muscles now dont they?" "Oh Keri. Why am I trembling? Will someone please get me a bra for these things? I think they are still growing! Oh, they are so pretty! Ive always envied girls with nice breasts." "Of course."
And Monica once again made the circle through her bedroom. Keri and our new girl were now the same size and so could wear each others clothes interchangeably. Bobby was rapidly growing into a 34C cup and ostensibly his final measurements would be identical to Keris; 34-24-35. He was now only an inch taller than me, I think, although I was wearing spikes and now looked down at him.
Before her new blouse, we got her new bra on and adjusted for proper fit the did up the blouse. "You look extremely cute Bobby," said Keri. I love that blouse on you. The bumps are nice too, dont you think sweetie?" "Theyre...awesome Keri but , but, how, why? And why now after all these years? Dont answer. I need to look in a mirror."
"On the back of the bathroom door Bobbie," said Diane. Bobbie swayed her way to the bathroom, opened the door and admired the view. The next phase apparently took place as she attempted to use the bathroom as usual. "EEEEK!!" There was a high pitched scream and the sound of the toilet seat being hit hard. We all rushed in to see Bobbie sitting there unconscious with her pants down and barely anything visible between her legs. Yeppurs. Time to take the her out of emphasis. Her ample butt covered the seat. Her fleshy thighs, held together by the pants at the knees, were smooth and soft and filled from knee to groin.
Monica wetted a wash rag and applied a compress to Bobbies forehead while Keri stood there in abject awe of her new husband. Here sat, unconscious, the weight lifting, overcompensating male she had just married only now, he was a she. There were a couple unusual sounds that came from Bobbies body, like her tummy rumbling and then double holes appeared in her ears, her hair grew another two inches and her face took on a sweet, angelic appearance with just the hint of a smile on her ruby lips. "Monica" I said,"youd better make another clothing run or we should just haul her into your room." "Why dont we just do that. One, two three. OK. Just let her feet drag. There. Now put her on the bed. She wont wake up for a few minutes yet. Get those silly pants and underwear off her." Diane and Keri proceeded to undress our new girlfriend and the clothing went into the trash revealing, for the first time, a lovely virgin vagina.
"We think you should be in charge of the panties Keri. Shes yours after all." "Thank you ladies." And Keri, getting into the spirit of the moment pulled up the silky panties over the girlish hips and forming labia which Keri just couldnt keep her hands off, especially the little clittie. "Now, lets set her up correctly. Get a garter belt out of my top drawer and put these hose on her." That took a couple minutes with Diane and Keri sharing. "Now a black half slip and this black knee length skirt and then these patent spikes.
Oh, and dont forget some studs and dangles. Now, lets sit her down at my vanity and wait."
It only took a minute and she began to come around with the classical "where am I" in her now soprano voice. "Youre right here with your wife and girlfriends Bobbie honey and you need to finish your makeup. Were going to out in a little bit. Better get to it girl."
"Oh, alright. Yes, I see what you mean." And Bobby, now Bobbie, expertly applied all the cremes, lotions, pens and pencils and viola! "Now Keri, isnt she adorable? Cant you just see her in her house cleaning maids uniform? You can do so much more together now and you will always be the boss of course because Bobbie is so submissive and demure."
"Bobbie honey" said Keri, "do you like what Ive done for you sweetie?" "Oh, Keri, you know its my dream come true. I never thought it would be possible; the best of both worlds, you and femininity for life. Thank you all. This is wonderful. I feel so pretty" she said as she twirled around the room in the full skirt on her patent spikes expertly as though well practiced for the last ten years.
"Alright Monica. Why didnt you just let it sneak up on her like we talked about over several days?" "Well, then we all wouldnt have gotten to see the changes and it WAS a hoot, wasnt it ladies?" (In chorus) "Absolutely!" Well then, everyone is happy then. Say, why dont we all have a sleep over just like college? It would be fun." "OK." First though, well go cruising and tease some guys, pick up some Chinese and come back here."
What about the job Monica? Thats what took me so long. That was why the midnight oil and the extra chanting and the potion we all drank. We all drank from the wine to give her our best physical and mental attributes. She is the composite of all of us. She is still assistant manager at the bank but everything has been adjusted to the life of Roberta Ann Willis. They call her Bobbie or Ann. Her future is secure but now you will have to adopt to have children unless perhaps you both want to get pregnant by artificial insemination. On the other hand, both can be made to lactate to feed a baby. Wont that be fun Bobbie?" "Bobbie honey, youre blushing!"
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