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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Part 3

Now, onto the boring stuff

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
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This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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ONE WEEK LATER...

Shawn woke up and stretched.  The first thing he did was go through 
his morning ritual of looking at himself in the mirror.  His body had 
become fully feminized after only a few days, but his breasts had 
continued to grow slowly for twice as long.  He was now, with the 
exception of his dick, a nicely developed woman with stats of 
40-30-38.  He didn't know his own cup size, and, in fact, had yet to 
even try a bra.  Most days, he went topless, staying inside behind 
closed windows.  Nobody in the neighborhood thought anything of it. 
June was the public one of the couple, Shawn preferring to stay 
inside and work on his computer.

A few neighbors had stopped by, and Shawn had introduced himself as 
Rachel, Shawn's cousin, in town to help him with the funeral and 
post-funeral arrangements.  No one knew Shawn's family history and he 
still resembled his old self closely enough that they accepted the 
story at face value.

But Shawn was beginning to feel a little too much like a shut-in.  He 
had to get out and do something.  Not go out to a store or anything 
like that, but just get out and smell the fresh air for a while.  He 
decided that he would go out and wash the car.  It had needed it 
since before June had died, Shawn was just too preoccupied 
(understandably so).  So he put Alex in his carrier, got into his 
loosest sweats, filled a bucket full of hot soapy water, then went 
out and attacked the car.

He was about half way done when he saw Alanna's car pull up.  Alanna, 
dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, stepped out of the car and 
he stepped back and waved at her.  When she saw him, she got a 
shocked look on her face and dashed over to him.  He was about to ask 
what was going on when she pulled him by the arm back towards the 
house, pausing only long enough to snatch up the baby carrier before 
dragging him inside.  Inside she asked him, "What did you think you 
were doing?"

Not understanding what she was having a problem with, he simply said, 
"Washing the car?  What's the big deal?"

She looked at him in amazement.  "You really don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?"

"Take a look at yourself in the mirror."

Shawn walked over and took a look at himself in the hall mirror.  His 
clothes were soaked, not unexpected considering what he had just been 
doing.  What was unexpected was the effect it had on him.  The 
clothes, his top in particular, hung on him, clinging to his curves 
as he moved.  The effect was rather sensuous and gave him an instant 
hard-on.  His pants tented out around his now over one foot erection, 
creating a strangely erotic image.

Shawn could only utter, "Oh, my."

"'Oh, my' is right.  Shawn, sweats are designed to absorb water; to 
lift sweat away from the skin so as to accelerate cooling.  Washing a 
car in sweats only causes them to stick to you.  When you had a 
square, normal man's body that was no big deal, but with your new 
body, you wind up looking more naked than naked."

"Well, whatever I wear, I'm going to get soaked."

"So wear a swimsuit top.  Don't you have a bikini top or something? 
You're supposed to look wet in that.  It doesn't wind up being as big 
a draw."

"You're kidding."

"I know it sounds strange, but it's true.  You go out there in a 
bikini top and although you'll be ogled for a bit, the novelty wears 
off quick.  But with your sweat top soaked, your breasts become 
visible underneath your shirt, and men will keep watching because 
they think they're seeing something you're trying to keep covered."

"So I get ogled no matter what I do?"

"Well... yes.  Shawn, I hate to point this out to you, but with the 
exception of that rather prodigious member between your legs, you 
have the body of a beautiful, sexy woman.  You and I and the coven 
all know that you're really a man inside, but to the rest of the 
world, you're a woman.  I mean, your breasts are what?  Double D?"

"I'm... not sure."

"Not sure?  Shawn, haven't you even tried on a bra, yet?"

"Nope."

"What about a blouse or dress?"

"Of course not."

"What have you been wearing?  I notice when I come over, you're 
usually topless."

"Well, that's how I usually go.  Just pants or shorts.  If I feel the 
need to cover up my top, I'll pull on sweats or a loose T."

"That's it?  Nothing more formal?"

"No.  Most of my clothes don't fit me anymore.  Only a few pairs of 
pants will even cover this bubble butt I've now got."

"Shawn, I hate to say this, but you're going to have to get something 
more formal.  Or have you forgotten about June's funeral tomorrow?"

A few tears came to Shawn's eyes.  "I... didn't want to think about that."

Alanna felt her own eyes tearing up.  "I know.  Neither do I.  But... 
we have to be practical.  Since Shawn isn't going to be seen at his 
wife's funeral, his cousin Rachel should be.  And with your new body, 
that's going to mean women's clothes.  At the very least, a fancy, 
dress suit, if not an actual dress.  And a bra is pretty much 
mandatory.  It would be highly improper for you to show up at a 
funeral with those bouncing around freely under whatever you choose 
to wear."

Shawn took a deep breath and sighed.  "I guess you're right.  So now 
what?  We go shopping?"

"Only if you really want to.  I think it'd probably be better for me 
to take your measurements and get you some clothes.  Don't worry, 
I'll be conservative."

"Okay.  I guess that'll work."

Alanna got her tape measure and quickly took Shawn's measurements. 
She not only got his base three measurements, but the other 
measurements that would allow her to get a collection of clothes for 
him; things like his inseam, the distance from waist to armpit, and 
armpit to wrist, as well as a few others.  After she finished, she 
said, "Now the sixty-four dollar question.  Do you just want a black 
women's suit, or do you want to go all the way and wear a dress?"

Shawn thought about it.  Part of him wanted to say just a suit, but 
he also realized that a suit, even when he was soft, might betray 
what he did have between his legs.  Even though he didn't care much 
what others thought of him, he realized that he might have to fend 
off those who felt strong emotion, either pro-sexual or 
anti-transgendered, towards transsexuals.  He knew he wasn't a true 
transsexual, but he was now a she-male, a woman's body with male 
genitals.  He decided to just forgo the hassle and said, "Might as 
well make it a dress."

"You sure?"

"Yeah.  Very loose fitting.  It'll just be easier for all concerned."

"Alright.  I'll be back in just a little while."

Alanna left and Shawn stripped out of his wet clothes.  He got Alex 
and went into the shower.  He always showered with Alex.  It allowed 
him to keep his eye on his son while getting clean, and Alex did seem 
to enjoy being in the water spray.  After they finished and got dried 
off, Shawn gave Alex a quick feeding and put him down to bed.  He 
spent the next few hours working on some computer programs before he 
heard a knock on the door.  Before he got up, the door opened and 
Alanna peeked her head in.  "You decent?"

"Technically, no," Shawn said, "but I don't think it's anything you 
haven't seen."

Alanna stepped in carrying a few bags as Shawn stood, but froze solid 
when she saw his naked body.  "Holy!  I've seen the bulge, but I 
never...  How big is that?" she asked pointing at his flaccid, yet 
extremely large member.

"Hard it's a little less than 14 inches."

"Woah.  That's bigger than anything I've ever had inside me."

"How many penises have you had inside you?"

"Just... the one.  But I've had quite a few rather large dildoes inside me."

"Sorry.  I keep putting my foot in my mouth."

"No.  It's my own problem."

"Can't you solve it with magic?"

"Magic isn't a cure-all, Shawn.  The best it can do would be to block 
out the memory.  But that wouldn't heal anything, and would actually 
slow my healing.  This is just something I'm going to have to face on 
my own."

"After all this time, you're still not able to face this?"

Alanna's face returned to its old ice queen state.  "Rape is not 
something you get over with a snap of your fingers.  You try it and 
see how well you face it."

Shawn saw the change to Alanna and apologetically said, "That WAS me 
putting my foot in my mouth.  I'm sorry.  Is there anything I can do 
to help?"

Seeing that he was sorry, the ice queen relaxed a bit.  "No.  And I 
accept your apology."

Trying to break the mood, Shawn used his best little kid voice and 
asked, "So what'd you get me?"

A small smile came to Alanna's face and she softened once more. 
Jokingly, she replied, "Everything a girl who was a guy only a couple 
weeks ago needs to make it in the woman's world."  She grabbed one of 
the bags she brought in and pulled out a two piece swimsuit.  "I got 
this for when you need to wash your car.  I figure we'll just throw 
out the bottom and you can wear shorts or swim trunks."

"Makes sense."

With the bag in hand, she said, "Now for the more feminine garments I 
got for you," and reached into the bag and pulled out a bra.  It was 
a simple white, cotton number without lace or frills, obviously built 
for durability and function, and not for beauty.

"Doesn't seem too feminine, really."

"Well, we're going for basic.  Now if you're ever really interested 
in going all out, I'll buy you some frilly stuff.  But you're not a 
cross-dresser or the like.  We're just trying to present an illusion 
to the world more in keeping with the form your body has taken."

Shawn took the bra in hand and slipped his arms through it.  When he 
had trouble connecting it in back, Alanna gave him a hand, saying, 
"You should practice this until you can get in and out easily.  Until 
then, connect it in front and pull it around your body.  Although 
with your breast size, the friction and constant readjustment from 
doing that should give you more than enough incentive to learn to 
connect it behind your back."

"Okay."

Alanna once more went into the bag and pulled out a pair of panties. 
"I got these for when you're wearing a dress or skirt. Actually I got 
a few pair, just in case."

"In case of what?"

"In case you need to go a few days in a row wearing more womanly 
clothes.  I figure most days, when you're wearing pants and/or 
shorts, you can wear your normal male underwear."

Shawn took the panties and stepped into them.  "They seem a little 
loose in the waist."

"I got a size too large to accommodate your penis.  And you seem to 
need it.  The waistband may be loose, but you barely fit into the 
rest of it.  Which is why you should always wear your clothes, 
whether dress, skirt, or pants, really loose, unless you want 
everyone to know about what you're packing down there."

Shawn nodded his understanding.  "So, I guess now it's time for the 
final stage?  The dress?"

"Not quite.  Proper dress requires a slip."  Alanna reached into the 
bag and pulled out a simple, white slip.

Shawn took it from her, and slid into it.  He smoothed it out, then 
asked, "Now the dress?"

Alanna picked up a large box.  "Now the dress."  She opened the box 
and pulled out a simple, black dress.  True to her word, the dress 
was very conservative, not only lacking any frills, but with a 
neckline that would betray little or no cleavage and a hem that would 
fall around the middle of his calves.  Alanna helped him into it, and 
zipped him up.  "There.  You know, Shawn, you don't look half bad."

Shawn stepped over to the mirror and took a look at himself.  "I 
guess you're right."

"You sound a little... down."

"I guess I am.  It isn't every day a guy finds out he looks good in a dress."

Alanna stepped up behind him and put her hand on his shoulder. 
"Shawn, there is no reason for you to feel depressed.  The reason you 
look like you do is just a side effect of the spell upon you.  It 
doesn't change who you are.  It just changes what you look like."

"I know.  But I never expected to ever look like... this," he said, 
waving his hands down his body.

"Shawn, do you want me to reverse the spell?  Since Mary cast the 
spell, it won't be easy, but I think I could do it."

Shawn thought about it.  "No.  June told me things would work out if 
I just stuck to that promise."

"Okay.  But if you ever want me to try, I will."

"Thanks.  So what's next, make-up?"

"No, I didn't get any.  Rachel has never been seen with any, so you 
can go with the natural look.  I also got a hat with a veil for the 
funeral.  It's kind of a dated look, but it's not so uncommon that 
you'll look strange with it."

"Thanks.  Now what?"

"Stockings and heels."  Alanna got out a couple packages of stockings 
and handed one of them to Shawn.  "I figured the best way to show you 
how to put these on was to demonstrate with a pair of my own." 
Alanna sat down and stripped off her tennis shoes and socks.  She 
waited for Shawn to take a seat where he could see her and got out 
the stockings.  She put them on slowly, giving a running commentary 
on what she was doing for Shawn's benefit.  Shawn followed her 
instructions, and although he managed to avoid snagging the hose, it 
did take a couple tries to get the seams even close to straight.

After he got them on, Alanna handed him a pair of low heels to put 
on.  He slipped his feet into them and walked around, feeling he was 
teetering on top of spikes.  When he commented on it, Alanna 
responded, "If you're in those shoes for any length of time, you'll 
get used to that.  Those are actually pretty low and wide as far as 
heels go."  Alanna smiled mischievously.  "If it turns out that you 
need more practice than just those, we can go for sudden immersion 
and get you a pair of 5" stilettos."

Shawn knew she was only kidding, and replied, "I don't think that'll 
be necessary."

Alanna laughed.  "But seriously, you should practice in those tonight 
so you're not stumbling all over the place.  A few hours should do 
it.  You can spend most of the funeral in a chair, so you won't have 
to worry too much."

"Okay.  So now what?"

"We're finished.  We were trying to create the illusion of womanhood, 
not create a woman.  Just try to limit interaction with others.  You 
still don't much act like a woman."

"Got it."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I want to finish cleaning my car.  Half clean, it looks worse than 
it did before I started.  Want to help?"

Alanna shrugged.  "Sure.  Why not?"  Alanna grabbed the base of her 
shirt, underneath her breasts, formed two tails, then tied them into 
a knot under her breast.  "All ready."

Shawn turned around.  "Unzip me?"

Alanna unzipped him, joking, "I'll bet this is the first time in 
history that the guy took longer to get ready than the woman did."

"Hah-hah.  Very funny."  Shawn quickly got out of his female clothes, 
and put back on male boxers and a pair of shorts that Alanna had 
bought him in a woman's design to fit his new form.  He then, with 
Alanna's help, put on the bikini top.

"So now you're dressed," she commented.

He looked down his own body.  "This is hardly 'dressed'."  He wasn't 
really angry or upset, but his statement was tinged with a bit of 
sarcastic irony.

"True, but it is, technically at least, decent.  Come on.  If we work 
together, we can get this done in no time at all."

They went back outside and worked together to clean the car.  Alex 
slept peacefully in his basket, which was nearby, but out of the way. 
As they finished, Alanna stepped close and whispered, "You know you 
make a pretty girl.  And you sure know how to shake those ta-ta's."

Shawn grimaced and almost turned on her to say something nasty, but 
when he saw the grin on her face, he knew she was just teasing. 
"Alanna, would you mind a bit of constructive criticism?"

Alanna looked at him with suspicion.  "I suppose not."

He started, "When washing a car," then he quickly blurted out, "never 
tease the guy with the hose!" while turning the nozzle on her.  She 
shrieked like a little girl, and tossed her rag at him.  She started 
around the car, throwing other rags and sponges at him.  Finally, she 
ran out of ammo, and charged the hose, managing to wrestle it away 
from him.  It was his turn to run a bit, before he grabbed the wash 
bucket, throwing the wet, soapy water at her.  That distracted her 
long enough for him to get behind her and grab her, lifting her up, 
both of them laughing like kids.

"Give up?!" he asked.

"I give!"

He put her down, and when she turned to look at them, their eyes 
caught each other.  For them, they only looked at each other for a 
moment, but strangers looking on noticed that these two pretty women 
stared at each other overlong, staring until another car drove up. 
When Shawn and Alanna saw Mary pull up, they stopped their game and 
let go of each other.

Mary got out of the car, and before either could even wave hello, she 
charged them, grabbing both by the arm and dragging them towards the 
house.  Shawn swept up Alex as they went by, Mary dragging all of 
them inside.

Inside, Mary saw the bags of clothes, and turned to Shawn.  "Were 
these clothes your idea?"

"Well, no-"

Before Shawn could say anything more, Mary turned on Alanna.  "What 
are you trying to do?  Are you trying to punish Shawn indirectly by 
feminizing him?  Tricking him or forcing him into women's clothes?"

Alanna was shocked.  "NO!"  She turned to Shawn.  "No, I swear!"

Before either Shawn or Alanna could say anything more, Mary said, 
"Alanna, I invoke upon you the oath of witnessing.  What was your 
intent in getting Shawn into women's clothes?"

Alanna, knowing that the oath would help exonerate her, definitively 
said, "My only intent was to help him.  As much as Shawn inside has 
not changed, his body is now that of a woman.  Unless Shawn wants to 
become a shut-in and a recluse, he now has to accommodate for that 
fact."

Mary, hearing the words from Alanna and knowing she couldn't lie 
under the oath, was mollified, but not happy.  "Fine, but know this, 
the heads of the coven have determined that Shawn is not to be pushed 
into anything.  Any ideas for anything he does must come from him. 
Understand?"

Alanna meekly said, "Yes, ma'am."

But before Mary could say anything more, Shawn said, "Mary, your 
coven heads are wrong."

Mary was amazed.  "Shawn, are you saying that Alanna did what you 
wanted?  That you wanted to be in women's clothes?"

Shawn gave her a look like she was stupid.  "No.  But Alanna was 
right.  If I ever want to leave this house looking like this, I've 
got to dress the part.  What were you going to do for the funeral 
tomorrow?  Let me go dressed in sweats?  That's the only thing I've 
got that fits any more.  Or maybe you'd let me skip saying good-bye? 
'Cause I sure wouldn't have thought of this."

"That's why she shouldn't have done this."

"That's why she should've.  Mary, right now, I desperately need all 
the friends I can get.  Not friends who will pay lip service to the 
word, but friends who will tell me what I need to hear, even if it's 
something I don't want to hear."

"You sure you're okay with this?"

"I have to be.  Alanna's right.  Unless I want to withdraw from 
society altogether I have to adjust to having this new body."

"Then I'm sorry.  To both of you.  I should have been more thoughtful 
of what you were going through."

Alanna said, "No problem."

Shawn said, "But I have one more problem."

"Yes?"

He pointed to his arm where Mary had grabbed him.  "I am getting a 
little tired of people grabbing me by the arm and dragging me around 
like a rag doll.  And this goes for both of you.  So the next person 
who does it, gets turned over my knee and spanked.  Got it?"

Both ladies smiled, but said with mock fear, "Got it."

"Good.  Now would either of you like something to eat?  It is almost 
dinner time."

Mary said, "Nothing for me.  I just stopped by to see how you were doing."

Alanna said, "I can stay."

After he excused himself and went into the kitchen, Mary said, "I 
really am sorry, Alanna."

"No, you were just trying to protect Shawn.  And with the way I've 
been treating him in the past I can understand why you might feel I 
was someone to protect him from."

"You've really grown up, Alanna."

"Thanks."  Mary gave Alanna a hug and left.  Alanna went into the 
kitchen where Shawn was making a salad.  "I want to thank you for 
defending me."

"It was no problem.  You didn't do anything wrong."

"Thanks, anyways.  Need any help?"

"Sure.  Get a couple pork chops out of the freezer and stick them in 
the microwave to defrost 'em."

As Alanna did as he asked, she couldn't help but stare at Shawn's 
"bubble butt" as he moved around.  She thought, 'It's too bad Shawn 
really is male.  He does make a cute woman.'

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-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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