Tales of Terror                 by: Paul G Jutras

 

FRIDAY TERROR

Paul's mother always yelled at him when she caught him trying to shave his legs or when he went out about town in her hats or jewels. Especially feminine headbands, ankle bracelets and barrettes. That was when she decided to teach him a lesson. She said one night as Paul went to bed that she should let him truly experience womanhood.

When Paul woke up to the horror that he was in his mother's bed. He could feel the weight of his mother's breasts pulling in his chest. He swung her legs over the side of the bed and placed her painted toes on the floor. His mothers nightgown was sure different that the pajamas he was use to wearing. The lumps on his head was surely his mothers hair rollers.

Feeling his bladder full, he went into his parents private bathroom and got a new experience peeing sitting down. He whipped himself on auto pilot and ran his hands on his mothers legs. They needed to be shaved. Seeing a hair removal mitten on the counter, he put it on and ran it along his mothers legs. The massaging effect was wonderful as it removed the hair with no stubble, nicks or the terror found with wax and chemicals.

Going down to the kitchen I found my sisters Jennifer and Katrina at the table with my brother Philip. As if by instant, Paul found himself about to fix them cereal, orange juice, milk, toast and eggs. Learned why his mother always complained about the kids never wanting the same thing. He wondered what happened to his own body.

After Paul got the kids off to school and his father/husband off to work, Paul went back to the bedroom and took the rollers out, fixed his mothers hair and soaked in a warm tub. He noticed how his mother's breasts floated above the surface like two islands.

After the bath, he put on some body wash, foundation, eye shadow and lipstick. He certainly watched his sisters and mother do it enough times to know how to do it right. Perhaps it was just something of his mother she left behind in her body when she placed his mind into it.

Paul finished getting dress in one of his mothers best blouses, skirts, nylons and heels. He was glad to have the support of the bra. His real mother was always a bit of a Tom boy and only dressed up when going out somewhere fancy. Even then it was rare. Thinking his mother's legs looked good coated in nylon, he thought he looked great dressed up.

Paul went over to his mother's calendar on the counter to see what was planned. Unfortunately she didn't have any plan to have her hair or eyebrows down. None of the fun things he always wanted to try. He thought that if his mother was going to swap bodies with him or whatever, she could at least of picked a day where things were happening.

Paul then remembered his mother taking a basket of clothes to the laundry room but not starting the machine up. He decided turning on the soap operas would have to wait till later. I went to see the basket full of shirts, socks, panty hose, pants were enough for a full load. Often when his mother and father went out gambling, he had to do laundry so he knew just how much soap and how to operate the machine.

As the doorbell rang, Paul saw a young man whose family was moving in next door. He had chestnut hair and beautiful blue eyes. If only mom could of just turn him into a girl his own age instead of her. He found him really cute and charming. "Good morning, what a surprise."

"My parents are both at work, but mom called and asked me if I could borrow enough for sandwiches until she can get to the store."

"Oh, yes sure." Paul said, putting a smile on his mother's face. "Why don't you come in for a minute and I can see if I can help you."

"I guess."

"Would you like something to drink?" Paul asked. "Soda, bottled water, milk, orange juice?"

"Please don't bother." He said. "I really have to get back to watch the movers put things away."

"It's no bother at all," Paul grabbed his arm to keep him from leaving. "You just said you don't have anything in the fridge until your mother goes shopping. Why don't you sit down and I'll be right back with something."

Paul didn't come exactly right back as he fixed Sam a sandwich to go with the orange juice. The two then sat down. He took a bite and sip as Paul sat down cross-legged and smoothed his mother's skirt out. When he finished, he got to his feet, Paul got to his.

"I'd better be going," he said. "Thanks for the wonderful lunch."

"That's okay, you come over and visit any time you want." Paul smiled. "I'm sure you and my kids will get along just fine."

Paul leaped across the couch and landed length way across the pillows. He picked up a remote control and had just turned it on when a knock came at the door. I peeped through the peep hole and notice it the cleaning lady, Mrs. Knight. She normally was gone when I got back from school, except the times I went home early when I got sick.

"How are you? What a lovely outfit for going out to lunch in." She smiled as she started to get to work with some dusting. I had to admit with no plans for mom today that going out for lunch did sound like a good idea. Although he'd like to keep trying on his mother clothes, he was getting hungry. Paul just wished mom's friends didn't work to join her for a ladies' luncheon and some gossip.

Paul went to the local outdoor cafe expecting to have what he always had when the family went. That was when Paul learned there was more to the transformation that he had counted on. First he learned how hard it is to drive in high heels. He ended up tossing them on the seat beside him and working the pedals in his stocking feet.

Parking in front of the cafe, he opened the door and dropped the shoes to the ground. He then swung his feet out and stepped into them before getting out of the car. He hobbled up a table.

"What may I get you ma'am?" The waiter asked.

"Just a small salad." Paul said, his eyes widen in shock when he realized what he had said. He wanted to change the order to a burger and fries, but it was like his vocal cords had froze up and wouldn't utter those words. He knew the terror that his mother was going to make him learn just what it was like to be her.

When Paul got home, he heard Mrs. Knight hanging up the phone. Mrs. Knight explained that it was Paul's former father now husband. His boss had invited himself to dinner and now it was up to Paul to dinner for him at last minute notice.

"The chauvinist pig." Paul muttered.

"All men are." Mrs. Knight agreed. "My old male boss would always complain about my face. I would put on a ton of make-up when I got up and it just seeped into my skin by the time I got to his place to work. Don't worry, I'll help you."

"You're one terrific lady." Paul said as he took a deep breath. "Where should we start?"

"You don't have much in the fridge." Mrs. Knight said. "I can work on the salads while you go down to the deli on the corner."

"Good idea." Paul said, kicking off his mothers shoes. After trying to drive the last time, he decided it was better to risk making hole in the nylons while walking in the store than trying to drive and walk in heels.

In the deli, Paul took a number and saw a bench the market had for sale. His mom's feet were still sore from wearing the heels earlier and sat with her legs folded under him in a yoga style, hands downward on her knees.

When his number was called, Paul surprised everyone when they watched a middle age woman jump to her feet. She quickly got the order and rushed back to the car and back home. Paul felt sorry for having Mrs. Knight doing all the pre-work arrangements. Since Mrs. Knight was helping with the dinner, Paul pitched in with the housework. Somehow, Paul couldn't help but wonder if his mother had known this would be the case when the switch happened.

After dinner was near ready, Mrs. Knight worked on the finishing touching well Paul went and changed into his mother's best velvet evening gown and another pair of dreaded heels. He knew it would be a bad impression to go about in front of company in his mothers stocking feet. The evening didn't call for being barefooted.

Wearily when the dinner was over, Paul took off his mothers make up and changed back into her night gown. He was sick of the whole think and was hoping to have his mother back when he awoke in the morning. Before he could cry himself to sleep, his father grabbed his mother's body and penetrated it with his penis. Now, he really felt like he would be sick as he wished he had worn the foot length nightgown he had woken in instead of the hip length baby doll nightie.

The two were at it until, Paul blackout from exhaustion. That night he dreamed of a hand putting a butt plug and lifting him up on a rod. He watched helplessly as a pair of breasts forms were glued on his chest, a corset gave him an hourglass figure that made him feel like a prisoner in bondage. The hands with no body attached then pushed his penis up inside him and formed a pussy in a strange castration process.

The dream suddenly had him in the middle ages with his long fingernails going over the petticoats of an old fashion dress. A wedding dress. The young man from next door appeared beside him in a tuxedo. Before either could say their I DO's, the dream shifted to a hospital, where Paul found himself pregnant and being wheeled into the O.R.

When Paul woke up from his dream, he found he wasn't in his mother's bed or his own. He was in a pink room, laying on a canopied bed. Wearing only a bra and a pair of pantyhose he realized that he was 100% girl. His mother stood in the door way.

"You and our neighbor will make a cute couple, Paula." Paula's mother smiled. Paula couldn't help but smiling back.

 

 

 

COMIC STRIP

Katrina Beaudrion was a model who had just return to New York after going a series of magazine shots down in the Florida keys. She entered her apartment, kicked off her heels and tossed one of her suit cases on the dinning room table.

"Welcome back." Her transsexual roommate, Paul said as he came over and gave her a hug. They gave each other butterfly kisses on the check as they went and sat down in the kitchen. Paul had known roughly the time that Katrina would be home and had lunch fix for her.

"Good to be back." Katrina smiled as she crossed her legs and rubbed her sore, stocking encased foot several times. "Working in front of those hot lights and cameras is quite different from being a living mannequin for Apollo's department store."

"We've missed you down there." Paul said. His tall nearly six foot frame, wide shoulders, long dark hair and big nose made him look like his Aunt Kathy. "Though I'll be leaving the store myself for a while."

"Got something special line up?"

"This new comic book company is trying to get off the ground and they want women of all shapes and sizes to come and pose for them. I guess our images will be sketched and used in the first stripe."

"That's wonderful." Katrina smiled as she finished eating and then stripped down to her birthday suit. She climbed naked under the bed covers with Paul who climbed in wearing a white night gown. He knew she always like to cozy up to someone and she knew he didn't have to worry about him trying anything.

The next day, Paul went down to the address she saw in the newspaper and was told to go into a dressing room. There she put on a stretchy body suit that looked like rubber on the outside and felt like his body was covered in nylon on the inside. "Is this alright?" she asked, surprise not to see anyone else in the studio to pose for him. "Is it just the two of us?"

"I'm expecting some more girls later." Tom smiled as Paul held a sexy pose while Tom started sketching. His pencil merely pretended to travel over the paper as he suddenly looked up with anger and walked over to her. "No. No. I'm not feeling inspired."

"Let us see now." Tom said wickedly as he set his pencil down and picked up a paint brush. Paul wasn't sure what he was going to do, but as the paint brush touched him, his body became stiff. The paint seem to wash over his body as he went from looking human to looking like a three dimensional cartoon version of himself. "Much better."

With but a stroke of the brush, Paul vanished from the workroom and found himself being transported inside on of the comic panels. His flat image was copied in different poses throughout the comic strip. "Welcome to the comic book, Paula."

When her roommate didn't show up that evening, Katrina went down to the address that Paul had circled in the newspaper. The place was empty, except for a table vase filled with brushes and a comic strip

Laying beside it. She notice the image in the panel did look a lot like Paul and knew he had been there.

"You must be Paula's roommate." Tom said as he stepped from the back room, whipping his hands with a rag. "I did a full research profile on her from the time she was kicked out of the house by her parents. I think she came out well."

"What are you doing?" Katrina asked as she started to feel sleepy. Going into a trance, she went into the bedroom and striped down to her pantyhose. She put on a sleek, tight black and hot pink tube swimsuit.

"With the size difference you two will make a good super heroine and kid sidekick team." Tom said as he touched her with the paint brush. The paint washed over her, making her look surreal and cartoon in appearance. Like Paul, she was then transported into the comic strip as Tom waited for other girls to show so he could create the bad girls and finish the book.

When a knock came at the door, he knew it was time for the next subject to pose for him. When she came in, he knew what suit to put her in.

 

 

 

9 MONTH MANNEQUIN

"Home at last." Joe Snow sighed as it seemed like days since he finished his work at the office. It was hard to believe he was only stuck in rush hour traffic for a couple of hours. Of course it was harder to believe his wife got custody of the kids during the course that he was on hormones. He certainly lost when he was done being a she-male after operation.

"I've waited a long time for this!" A voice came from out of the darkness as Joe opened the front door. Before he could act, a woman with short blonde hair ran up and hugged him. "Hiya Roommate! It's Eden now isn't it?"

"Hi good-looking." A man said as he slapped the former Joe on the shoulder. "Surprise to see us huh?"

"You could say that." Eden chuckled.

Since most of our graduation class was back here, we decided to come back for the big announcement." The woman glowed. "We'd hope you'd throw me a surprise baby shower. Not too much of a surprise since I want to look good like I did for you wife twice."

"You got a point there." Joe smiled as he started to call the girls and treated all baby shower guests to the hair dresser. It was tough for them to pick out their nail polish color and hair styles. They all then went shopping for gifts to surprise Denise with when they return to Eden's house. "Though two was all I raised, it wasn't like being pregnant myself."

Eden, like other women, couldn't decide on the first thing she saw. As the former Joe stepped in front of a pregnant mannequin, he moved his flat palm to his own hard abs that he worked so hard to keep trim and feminine.

A salesman saw Eden looking at maternity gifts and the mannequin when he walked over to her. "May I help you?" he asked with a weird smile. "If you can't find anything here we just got a shipment of supplies brought in the back. Would you like to see?"

"That you very much." Eden smiled as he stepped out in front of him. As Eden/Joe headed through the stockroom doors, the salesman pulled out a device the size of an electric razor from his pocket. Before Eden/Joe could ask where the supplies where, the device touched the back of his neck and he passed out.

When he come to, Eden/Joe found himself standing upright with his hands at his sides. Looking in a full length mirror, he was reminded of the tin soldiers him and his brother played with as kids. He also noticed that a tube was place into his feminine sex and he could feel a butt plug in his ass. She tried to speak but no sound emerged from his mouth.

"You'll be ready to begin in a moment." The man smiled as he pried open Eden's mouth and put another hose down Eden/Joe's throat. He then went and started a machine that sent a warm buttermilk tasting liquid into him. It didn't take long before Eden felt like she had a very form fitting dildo in her sex. "This liquid will turn your body into plastic from the inside out. Pregnant mannequins are both rare and expensive to buy. Since I'm not cold hearted enough to use real pregnant women, I turn real women into one."

"How will he make me look pregnant?" Eden/Joe thought as his body was already starting to feel very full due to the liquid pumping into him. He notice that his breasts were becoming very erect and growing larger. Like they were filled with a mothers milk.

Eden/Joe soon learn how he was to look pregnant. As the liquid filled his intestine and bladder, he notice the bulge in his stomach. It was already starting to stretch to give a pregnant look. The man walked around him with a smile. "The only question is do I want to make you a full mannequin or to bisect you to model maternity pantyhose and blouse."

Hearing a buzzing sound, Eden/Joe watched the man who stole his life leave the range of sight. It was obvious that he was talking on the phone. Silence came for a time. Eden/Joe then watched as he wheeled another naked mannequin into sight on a dolly. Eden almost didn't recognize the surreal face as being her fellow shopper, Betty."

"Don't worry about your friend, Eden." The man grinned as he put Betty's blonde hair into a pony tail. It was a sure thing that Betty's hair was nothing more than a wig now. "She's perfect for our sportswear department, so I won't make her pregnant like you."

Eden/Joe felt relief at the thought as he watched the salesman dress Betty in a sleeveless white knit shirt and red mini skirt. He then lifted her up and planted her ass on a steel rod so to put bobby socks and sneakers on her feet. Posing her arms and legs, he set a tennis racket in her hand before taking her to the sports department.

When the man returned, Eden was a full nine months pregnant. Not only did she look it, but she felt it too. Her feet were swollen, her back ached and it felt like she had a baby crushing her bladder. Worst, she felt like she needed to pee but no longer had the equipment to do so.

"Don't worry about the physical pain." The salesman grinned as he poked Eden/Joe's swollen breast. They had become more sensitive and sent waves of arousal through her stiff body. "As you can see, only the slightest movement sends you over the edge now."

To add to her embarrassment, he put Eden/Joe's naked form on a dolly and wheeled her to the maternity section. It was then that she was put in a pair of pink maternity pantyhose and a matching blouse. Eden though she saw him pull out a pair of carpenters pants. When it was on her, she notice it had a skirt bottom instead of a legs. He finished up by getting down and putting on a pair of specially made tongs on her feet. Since her toes were fused now, she needed shoes where the strap didn't have to fit between her toes. Eden/ Joe didn't care, since the rod that went from the display to under her skirt and up her ass, sent her wild.

"There you go." The man smiled as he put her in an angle so that she could see Betty over in sportswear through the corner of her eye. Behind her, she suddenly felt a cool breeze that made her orgasm and mentally cry for release that couldn't come. "The electronics department's fan display should keep you stimulated ever minute or so."

"Do you think Denise will like this?" Raye said as she held up a lacy trim bra and panty set to Lita.

"She'll love it." Lita smiled as she held up a hat and bib for a baby. "Don't you think she'll think this design will be adorable."

"We'll have to show it to Eden and Betty." Raye smiled as she looked around. "Where'd they go?"

"Are you looking for your friends?" The salesman turned away from Eden and walked over to her friends with a weird smile. "They were checking some products that were just brought off the truck in back. Would you like to see?"

"We think we found what we want for our friend." Raye said as she looked at Lita. "But no harm can come from looking."

"This way." The man said, taking the girls to the back.

"Not them too." Eden/Joe thought as the cool fan breeze blew on the side of her breasts. If her pussy wasn't plastic it would of been very wet. "What will poor Denise think when we don't return for the baby shower."

A couple of hours and several orgasms later, Eden watched as her two friends joined her on platforms on either side. While the fan continued to glow across her side, it also blew against Raye's back and hit Lita directly in front. Eden/Joe couldn't help but think about how arouse Lita must be with the breeze hitting both her breasts and her sex.

Near the time for the store to close, the phone in the maternity section rang. The salesman picked it up and chuckled a friendly, "good evening.." As he expected, it was Denise, worried about her friends that hadn't come back for the party. Like women in the past, he had already taken steps to deal with any police problems.

"I'm so sorry." The man said with a smile as he looked at the surreal faces on the mannequins. "Nobody by those names or descriptions have been in the store today. You know how bad the city has gotten in the last couple of years. As much as I hate to say so, I fear something might of happened to them on the way here."

Denise hung up the phone and called the police. Within twenty-four hours, Denise and her husband was taken to the morgue where they were shown bodies burned beyond recognition. They'd never know that the mysterious salesman had taken a tooth from the back of each of the girls mouth and put it with their things for identification next to some dead, homeless people. People he himself burned and left for the police to find.

The salesman himself just went about his normal job. Always ready encase the boss has him order another mannequin for some department. He so much loved his work. The happy faces forever frozen on his customers surreal faces brings him such joy.

 

THE END

 

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