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Subject: {ASSM} [NEW] Charmed: Pistol Packin' Mama (F+, trans) [1/3]
Date: Fri,  7 Sep 2001 23:10:03 -0400
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Title: Pistol Packin' Mama
Author: JT Langdon (TrekkerJT@aol.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Prue/Piper/Phoebe
Summary: When a spell to catch a succubus turns Prue into a man,
the Halliwell sisters take advantage of the situation.
Feedback: Comments always welcome! 
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. I just took them 
out for a spin and made them do naughty things
Notes: Scenes borrowed from "She's A Man, Baby, A Man!"
written by Javier Grillo-Marxuach. Muchas gracias also to the folks
at Charmedscripts.com for the work and dedication they put into
transcribing each episode.

Pistol Packin' Mama
by JT Langdon

Phoebe paced back and forth in the hall just outside Prue's
bedroom. She couldn't believe her sister was still holed up in there!
So their spell for catching a succubus had some unexpected side
effects. That was no a reason to hide from her and Piper! 
      
Leaning against the wall, Phoebe breathed a frustrated sigh. The
last week had been rough on her. Between the scorching heat and a
series of vivid, disturbing dreams, she wasn't sure how much more
she could take. She was afraid to go to sleep! 
      
The dreams started out fine . . . wonderful, in fact. 
      
Each night she found her making love to a different man, wild,
passionate love, the kind of lovemaking that left her dripping with
sweat and gasping for breath. It was mind blowing! But then
without fail the dream would take a dark turn, and like a black
widow killing after it mated she would murder the man in her bed. 
      
Phoebe shuddered. Just thinking about it made her ill. The dreams
felt so real! And now it looked as though her dreams were real. She
was somehow in-tune with a succubus, a witch who had renounced
all human emotions and made a pact with darkness to protect
herself from heartbreak. The Book of Shadows warned that a
succubus would seek out powerful men . . . men who would then
became helpless against her magic. The succubus would feed on
their testosterone with her razor-sharp tongue, killing them. 
      
Like in her dreams.
      
The Book of Shadows also contained a spell to attract the
succubus, but it was reciting the spell that sent Prue running into
her bedroom. 
      
Phoebe heard footsteps behind her and spun around, finding cause
to smile when she saw Piper coming toward her. Goddess! Her
sister was so beautiful! Both of her sisters were exquisite creatures,
in fact. She considered herself so very lucky. That hadn't always
been the case, of course. Growing up with them had been difficult.
She always felt like she had to compete with them, to look as good
as Piper did, to have as nice a body as Prue had. But things were
much different now. She could appreciate how lovely Prue and
Piper were without feeling insecure about her own looks, enjoying
what her sisters had to offer, exploring their beautiful bodies with
her mouth and hands. 
      
Part of her newfound confidence came from the desire she saw in
her sisters' eyes whenever they looked at her. Piper was looking at
her like that now.
      
"She still hasn't come out?"
      
"Nope," Phoebe said. "This is getting ridiculous."
      
"Getting?" Piper scoffed. "Our sister turned into a man!"
      
Phoebe smiled at that. The Book of Shadows said the spell would
attract a succubus, but failed to mention it would do so by turning
one of them into a man. "Yeah, okay. You have a point. So what
are we gonna do?"
      
"Break the door down?"
      
"That's an option," Phoebe said. She slipped her arms around
Piper's waist and pulled her sister a little closer. "I was thinking we
could use our feminine wiles and charm her out of there."
      
"Where there's a wile there's a way," Piper whispered.
      
"Oh, hush," Phoebe said. She snared Piper's lips in a kiss that
started out slow and sweet but evolved into something heated and
passionate, which usually was the4 case, their tongues slithering
over each other in shared hunger. The frisky hands moving up and
down her back made Phoebe moan with need, especially when
those hands grabbed her ass and squeezed.
      
"Do you know how much I want you?" Piper asked between kisses. 
     
"Mmmm," Phoebe murmured. "Lots and lots?"
      
"Uh huh," Piper said, kissing her.
      
Phoebe groaned. Blessed be! She wanted Piper to fuck her right
there in the hall! But that would have been so inconsiderate of
them, leaving Prue to sulk in her room while the two of them
wandered off and made love. It sure was tempting, though.
      
"We have to get Prue out of there," Phoebe said.
      
Piper sighed. "Yeah, I guess we do."
      
"We'll finish this later."
      
"Promise?"
      
"I promise," Phoebe said. She sealed the bargain with a long, hard
kiss. 
      
Piper took a deep breath then knocked on the door of their sister's
bedroom. "Prue, please come out."
      
There was no answer at first. Phoebe wonderd if Prue intended to
ignore them forever. But then a man's voice coming from the other
side of the door said, "Not until you reverse this spell."
      
"Come on," Phoebe said. "It's been over an hour already!" She
looked at Piper, dropping her voice to a whisper so Prue couldn't
hear her. "Do you think she's touching herself?"
      
Piper ignored her. "The book doesn't say anything about a reversal.
Maybe you're supposed to stay a man until you attract the
succubus."
      
"Well, I'm not going anywhere," Prue said. She sounded like an
impudent child, pouting in her . . . well, his bedroom. Her voice was
low, deep, like a man. But it still sounded like Prue somehow.
      
Phoebe looked over at Piper with an expression that said, "I told
you so" in no uncertain terms. But aloud she muttered, "See?"
      
"Shhhh," Piper hushed her. She looked at the door to Prue's
bedroom. "You don't really have a choice. I'm thinking we need to
get you to the dating service since that's where the succubus picks
her victims."
      
Phoebe nodded eager agreement. "That's actually a really good
idea. She could . . . he can sign up like the rest of the guys."
      
"Hey," their sister protested from inside her room. "I'm not signing
up for anything!"
      
Piper frowned. Her patience was wearing thin and it showed on her
face. "Lives are at stake, Prue. Innocent men are going to die.
We're your sisters, Prue. You don't have to be embarrassed. We're
not gonna laugh."
      
The door opened. 
      
In order to keep the promise Piper made, Phoebe had to fight her
damnedest to keep from busting a gut as she took in the sight of her
"sister" Prue standing there in a baggy sweatshirt over a gray
T-shirt and jeans. She had a pencil thin mustache and stubble on her
chin. Her once long brown hair was now cut short.
      
"How can I save anyone?" Prue asked them. "Okay, I look
ridiculous. I'm wearing clothes from the ex-boyfriend's pile."
      
Phoebe giggled at that. She had to admit Prue did look a little silly
in that outfit, but also with the short hair and the goatee. But she
looked kind of sexy, too, in an odd sort of way. If Phoebe had met
her -him, she corrected herself- on the street, she would have
looked twice. She might even have been persuaded to have dinner
with him. But this was still her older sister, and seeing Prue as a
man made Phoebe want to giggle.
      
"I have hair in strange places and I have penis," Prue was telling
Piper while she stifled another chuckle. Then Prue turned on her,
pain welling up in those beautiful eyes. "This is not funny!"
      
Prue closed the door, leaving Piper and Phoebe alone in the hall.
The hurt Phoebe saw in Prue's face made her feel awful. She would
never say or do anything to hurt either of her sisters. How could
she have been so insensitive?
      
Piper said, "What's the matter with you?"
      
"I'm sorry," Phoebe said, meaning it. "I couldn't help it."
      
Piper made a face at her then turned to the door again. "Prue, you
don't have to actually date anyone. All you have to do is make
yourself seen and available."
      
"You know, Prue," Phoebe said, "the sooner you trap the succubus,
the sooner you'll become a woman again."
      
Prue opened the door again. "It's easier said than done."
      
"But you don't have to do it alone," Phoebe said. "The power of
three. Remember?"
      
Piper nodded. "You have us, kiddo."
      
Taking Prue's hand, Phoebe pulled her sister into the bedroom and
sat them both down on the bed. She reached up and raked her
fingers through Prue's boyish crop of hair. Even as a man, her sister
was gorgeous. And no matter how Prue looked on the outside, she
was still the same person on the inside . . . the same person Phoebe
loved . . . the same person she had fallen in love with not all that
long ago. 
      
"We'll get through this, honey," Phoebe told her. "I promise. I
know it's a little . . . bizarre."
      
Prue laughed. But there was no trace of humor in it. "That's the
understatement of the decade."
      
Piper joined them on the bed. "We've face bizarre situations
before."
      
That was another understatement. Since receiving their powers and
taking their rightful place as the Charmed Ones, life at Halliwell
Manor had been a little different than the three of them had been
used to in the past. Things most people considered the stuff of
horror movies were now part of their lives. Demons and warlocks
-which most people didn't even think existed!- were now
commonplace in their living room. The Charmed Ones took things
in stride that would have sent normal sisters running in terror.
      
"Strange is nothing new for us, right?" Phoebe put her hand on
Prue's thigh. "It's going to be okay."
      
"And what if it isn't?" Prue asked, panic creeping into her voice.
"What if . . . what if I'm like this forever?"
      
"Then we'll learn to deal with it," Piper said. "And help you deal
with it."
      
"That's right," Phoebe said. "And no matter what happens, Prue . . .
we still love you."
      
"And we always will," Piper said. "Remember that."
      
"I never forget that," Prue whispered.
      
Phoebe reached up and brushed her fingers across Prue's cheek,
feeling stubble on skin that once had been smooth as satin. The
newness of it excited her no end. Leaning closer, Phoebe covered
Prue's mouth with hers. Prue tensed for the briefest of moments,
but Phoebe was persistent and it wasn't long before Prue melted
into her and returned the kiss. Their tongues danced around each
other in mutual desire as the kiss deepened and familiar appetites
surfaced once more. Phoebe slid her hand up Prue's thigh like she
had so many times before, but this time she discovered a bulge in
her sister's jeans. She murmured approval into the kiss. Magic had
seen fit to give Prue an impressive package! Phoebe cupped her
sister's crotch and squeezed it. Prue moaned.
      
"Sure feels like the real thing," Phoebe muttered. She gave it
another squeeze.
      
Prue jumped. "Oh . . . Phoebe."
      
"Are you hard for me, Prue?" Phoebe asked in a husky whisper.
      
"Yes," Prue muttered. "I can't believe this! I have a dick and it's
hard! How do guys put up with this? It's all bunched up in there. It
hurts!"
      
Piper leaned in between them and said, "Well, I know how we can
take care of that."
      
"Mmhmm," Phoebe purred. She fumbled with the snap of Prue's
jeans then unzipped her fly and reached inside. Instead of the warm,
wet cunt Phoebe was used to finding in her sister's pants her fingers
grazed the head of a stiffening cock. How nice! The ex-boyfriends
must not have left underwear behind, because there was nothing in
between her hand and Prue's stiff rod. Perfect! She eased Prue's
cock out of her jeans and whimpered with desire, licking her lips at
the sight of that long, hard shaft. How she wanted it inside her! But
she could see Prue was still a little uncomfortable with all this. That
could be fixed. She closed her fingers around her sister's cock and
stroked it gently. Prue sighed. 
      
"Oh . . . God," Prue muttered. 
      
Piper bent down to whisper in Prue's ear. "Does that feel good?"
      
"Uh huh. Don't stop, Phoebe."
      
"Not a chance," Phoebe assured her. She kept stroking Prue's cock
while Piper helped their sister out of her sweater and T-shirt. The
luscious breasts Phoebe had spent so much time sucking on were
gone now. In their place were small brown circles with little pebbles
in the center. Still, Prue looked good. She had a terrific build,
athletic and muscular, with nice pecs and well-defined abs. 
      
It was obvious Piper approved, too.
      
Pushing Prue flat on the bed, Piper kissed their sister long and deep
before moving lower to cover Prue's now-flat chest with soft, light
kisses. She tongued each nipple in turn, licking and sucking them,
making Prue whimper with each gentle touch. 
      
Phoebe took a moment just to watch them. How beautiful her two
sisters were! She could think of nothing more beautiful than the
sight of Prue and Piper making love, and while she would have
been content to sit on the sidelines while the two of them went at it
the cock twitching in her hand gave Phoebe other ideas.
      
Inching a little further down the bed, Phoebe got Prue out of her
jeans. She was so hard now her cock stood straight up. Phoebe
took Prue's cock in hand again, stroking the entire length of it,
jerking her sister off. This was hardly the first time she'd ever given
a guy a handjob, but she took more delight than usual in the soft
moan she dragged from Prue's lip. She looked up for a moment,
grinning as she saw her two sisters making out. Piper had her shirt
and bra off now and Prue was impatiently pawing at her tits,
squeezing and groping them, using her thumb to stroke Piper's
rock-hard nipples. Then Prue abruptly broke the kiss and took a
nipple into her mouth, sucking it like a fiend. Piper tossed her head
back and moaned, running her fingers through Prue's short crop of
brown hair.
      
Phoebe never stopped teasing Prue's cock, though. Even as she
watched her sisters going at it the gentle stroking never stopped.
She loved the feel of a dick in her hand, pulsing and throbbing, and
the fact that this was Prue's dick was driving her wild! And if her
sister really was a man now, then Phoebe knew exactly what Prue
wanted. She leaned over and flicked her tongue across Prue's hairy
balls, making her sister groan through a mouthful of Piper's breast.
Phoebe lapped at Prue's balls while she stroked her new cock,
taking it slow, not wanting to get her sister off too soon. She licked
from Prue's flaccid sack to the base of her shaft, dragging her
tongue up one side of that hard, pulsating cock then down the
other. There was no doubting how real that cock was from the way
it twitched and jerked under her attention . . . or from the moans of
pleasure coming from her sister. Phoebe closed her lips around the
bulbous head of Prue's dick, taking more and more of it into her
mouth until she swallowed it whole. Prue groaned low in her throat
now, hips bucking as Phoebe sucked that delicious cock. Every
blowjob she had ever given in her life seemed in preparation for this
moment, for when she could use everything she'd learned on her
sister. Phoebe stroked Prue's cock with her lips, head bobbing up
and down with the effort she put into it. Then she cupped Prue's
balls in her hand, fondling them while she sucked her off.
      
"Oh! Yes! Phoebe!" Prue cried. "That feels so good!"
      
Nothing could have pleased Phoebe more than hearing that. She
wanted Prue to enjoy it, to let go of her apprehension and settle
into the fact that she was a man now. And sure, at least part of her
motive was selfish. She desperately wanted to gobble up that long,
hard cock! But she wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth,
either. Prue was a man, at least temporarily. Why not take
advantage of it? It might not happen again! Phoebe was determined
to make it as memorable an experience as possible. Since Prue was
going to be a man anyway, she might as well make the most of it.
That's what Phoebe told herself, anyway, as she downed the entire
length of Prue's cock down her throat. She gave Prue's balls a little
squeeze, sliding her lips faster and faster up and down the shaft of
her dick.
      
"Phoebe!" Prue cried. "Oh God! Phoebe! I'm going to come!"
      
The thought of Prue coming in her mouth made Phoebe groan. She
slid her lips up and down Prue's shaft, more determined than ever,
the head of Prue's rubbing the back of her throat, moving faster . . .
faster . . . squeezing her balls . . . downing her cock . . . sucking
Prue off until her sister exploded in climax, shooting a wad of sweet
cream down her gullet. Phoebe kept right on sucking Prue's cock,
swallowing her jism, milking every last drop out of her.

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