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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} ZODIAC COIN: SAGITTARIUS (tg) [1/3]
Date: Sun,  1 Sep 2002 10:10:05 -0400
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Here's my latest.

Here's the next Zodiac coin story. It's a little different in that 
it's told from the perspective of not of the transformed or the 
transformer, but from the perspective of the wife of the transformed 
who must now live with the husband who is far different from the man 
she married.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

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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ZODIAC COIN: SAGITTARIUS

2300 YEARS AGO...

He was a king, the great-grandson of the wisest ruler the kingdom had 
ever known. This king, however, lacked any of the wisdom of his great 
grand sire. He was, in fact, making a name for himself as the most 
brutal, most abusive leader the people ever had.

Already, many had tried to end his reign. Arrows from hidden snipers, 
daggers in the back, and other such means had all been tried, but 
none had succeeded. Most thought that he was getting some kind of 
supernatural protection, and they were right.

The king had inherited a magic breastplate made of some strange metal 
that had been dug up over a century ago. While the breastplate was 
being worn, the wearer was all but invincible. No weapon would even 
scratch the skin of the wearer, and even fate seemed to aid him. 
Weapons that the breastplate wouldn't protect against, like boiling 
oil or ballista, would break down in some way if they endangered the 
wearer. And the king never left his private chambers without it on, 
not even to walk in his own castle.

He was in his chambers one night, alone except for the farm girl that 
he had blackmailed into attending him that night. Her father owed 
more in taxes than their family farm was worth, and was currently 
languishing in a cell in the dungeon. When the girl had come to the 
king to beg for her father, the king had promised her father's 
release if she would spend the night with him, a promise he never 
intended to keep. The king figured that as long as he held the girl's 
father, he held absolute control over her.

Which is why it was such a surprise when he got naked, and then felt 
a blade jammed into his side. The girl's father was a wise man. He 
knew it was unlikely that the king would ever honor his promise, but 
even if he did, the farmer was too old to work his farm, and too poor 
to hire help. So when the girl had come to visit before she gave 
himself to the king, he instructed her to try to kill the king, steal 
his breastplate, and run far away.

She planned to do all of that, plus one thing more. After taking the 
breastplates, she put it on, covered herself with a robe, snuck down 
to the dungeon and freed her father; then they both ran off together.

************

A SMALL TOWN IN THE MIDWEST...

Kate shifted uncomfortably in the bed. There was some odd feeling 
poking at the edges of the consciousness as she woke up. Kate dragged 
herself to consciousness, opened her eyes, and bolted backwards, 
falling off the bed, when she saw the face of a strange woman rather 
than her husband lying next to her in bed.

The woman sat up, rubbing her eyes, and said, "What's wrong with 
you?" The woman then seemed to notice something about herself and 
looked down, saying, "What's wrong with-" Then, with extreme shock 
and surprise, she said, "Holy crap! I've got tits!" as though she had 
never had them before.

Kate was still so surprised at having found a woman in her bed that 
what the woman had said barely sunk in. Kate was about to start 
asking questions and demanding answers when she noticed a small 
tattoo on the woman's right shoulder. It was a picture of two hearts 
with a small arrow piercing both of them and a ribbon wrapping around 
all of it. Upon the ribbon, the name Kate was written in cursive 
script. On her own shoulder was a similar tattoo with her husband's 
name on it. The couple had gotten the tattoos on the night after they 
got engaged as a symbol of their undying love.

As all the things she had seen since waking up filtered in to her 
still sleepy mind, she came to a conclusion so strange that it just 
wouldn't be denied. She squinted at the woman and asked, "Mark?"

The woman looked up at her, pointed to her rather ample bosom, and 
said, "I've got tits!" as though Kate hadn't noticed them yet.

"Mark? Is that you?"

"Who else would be in our bed?" The woman looked down at her tits 
again and, still not believing it, said again, "I've got tits!"

"The only person I would expect to be in my bed would be my husband, 
but... you don't exactly look like him. You don't even look like a 
him."

"What do you mean?"

"Go take a look," Kate said, pointing to the mirror.

The stranger threw off the covers and ran to look at herself in the 
mirror mounted on the back of the bedroom dresser. When she saw that 
she did indeed look like a woman, all she could say was, "Holy..." 
She turned to Kate and said, "Honey, it's me. It really is me, your 
husband, Mark."

Kate said,"There is still one part of you that looks like it used 
to," and pointed to her (his?) crotch.

The stranger looked down (having to move her breasts out of the way) 
and saw that there was a cock and not a cunt between her legs. She 
breathed a sigh of relief and said, "At least that's something."

Coming out from behind the bed, Kate said, "Sit down and spread your legs."

"Why?"

"Because I know every detail of my husband's cock in intimate 
familiarity. If that is Mark's cock, no matter how womanly the rest 
of the body is, I will know it."

With a hesitant, "Okay," the woman walked over, sat on the edge of 
the bed, leaned back, and spread her legs. She fought off the urge to 
clamp her legs shut and allowed Kate to inspect her.

After she finished, Kate stood up, looked the woman up and down, 
looked at the woman's dick, looked her up and down once more, then 
asked, "What the hell happened to you, Mark?"

Bordering on yelling, Mark loudly said, "You think I know?!"

Before either of them could discuss (or argue about) Mark's changes 
any further, they heard a scream coming from the bedroom of Elliott, 
their oldest child. Both parents sprang into motion and ran through 
the hall to their son's room. As soon as they got through the door, 
they saw what appeared to be a busty, teenage girl sitting in the 
bed, staring at her own chest. The girl looked up and said, "Mom, 
I've got tits!"

Kate, suddenly struck by the total unreality of the situation, could 
only quip, "Well, he's definitely your son."

Mark slipped around his (her?) wife and stepped up to his son's bed. "Elliott?"

The girl looked up into Mark's eyes and said, "Dad?"

Not wanting to panic his son, Mark smiled, shrugged, and said, "Yeah, 
it's me in here."

"What the fuck happened to us?"

Reacting in instinctive mother mode, Kate said, "Elliott, watch your language!"

Her transformed son sheepishly said, "Sorry, Mom."

Mark said, "He does ask a much-needed question. What did happen to us?"

Just then, their youngest daughter, 10 year-old Iris, wandered into 
the room, rubbing her eyes, and asked, "What's going on in here?" 
When she saw the, to her, two strange women in the room, she asked 
her mother, "Who are them?"

"They," Kate said, stressing the word in an attempt to get her 
daughter to recognize it as the proper word, "are your father and 
your brother. Something happened to them to make them look, well, 
more like you and me. Well, like you will look like when you get a 
little older."

Iris stared intently at the transformees, then looked up at her 
mother and said, "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am."

Iris stared four little while longer. Then she chanted, "Elliott's a 
girl! Elliott's a girl!" whereupon Elliott lurched towards her 
angrily. Although Mark restrained his son with a hand on the 
shoulder, Iris still shrieked and hid behind her mother.

Kate said, "All right! That's enough! This bickering is not going to 
get anything accomplished. Iris, you will not tease your brother 
about this. Is that clear?"

"Yes, mother."

"Elliott, don't you forget she's your little sister. You're supposed 
to be older and more mature, so you don't get to fly off the handle 
every time you get angry at her. Is that clear?"

Elliott meekly replied, "Yes, mother."

"Okay then. The first thing we need to do is get dressed. Walking 
around in our nothings may be fine for the bedrooms, but unless we 
get really lucky, whatever changed us, changed you, will probably not 
be in our bedrooms."

Elliott petulantly asked, "Am I going to have to wear a bra?"

Kate stopped cold. To no one in particular, she said, "Just when I 
think I'm getting a hold on this... My son not only wearing but 
needing a bra," and shook her head.

Clearly not liking the idea, Elliott ask, "Does that mean I have to wear one?"

Kate thought about it for a few seconds and said, "Around the house, 
no, but if you plan on spending any time outside, even just in the 
yard, you're too big to go without one."

Whining, Elliott replied, "Do I have to?"

"Yes, you have to. Unless you want every boy in town, including all 
your friends, staring at your chest." Elliott's eyes went wide in 
shock. Clearly the concept of anyone, much less other boys, staring 
at him had not previously occurred to him. "Hopefully, we won't have 
to worry about any of this. Right now, we need to get dressed, and 
then we need to turn this house upside down to see if we can find 
something, anything, that might have caused this."

Kate and Mark sent Iris back to her room, then headed down the hall 
back to their own room. As they walked, Mark commented, "Y'know, the 
likelihood of finding anything in this house is about slim to none. 
Unless it's something really unusual, we wouldn't know it even if we 
were looking right at it, whatever IT is."

"Honey, my son and my husband now look like a couple of fantastic 
babes. I've got to do something, even if it's utterly useless, so 
don't bother me with facts."

Mark just smiled as they walked into their bedroom. Once inside, he 
asked, "Kate, we look about the same size, don't we?"

"Same size?"

Shaking his breasts, he replied, "These things. I think we're about 
the same size."

"I... suppose so. I hadn't really looked before."

"Well, let's see. Give me one of your bras."

"You WANT to wear one of my bras?"

"Hell no, but if Elliott is too large to leave the house without 
wearing one, then I certainly don't have any excuse. Besides, if he 
sees his dad wearing one, we're likely to get less of a fight if he 
winds up needing to wear one."

In a very sardonic voice, Kate said, "Great. My husband needs a bra. 
I can just see the next PTA meeting. 'Y'know, this girdle is really 
binding on me, and speaking of feminine undergarments, what kind of 
bra is your husband wearing these days?'"

Mark chuckled and gave his wife a one arm hug. "Don't worry, love. 
We'll get through this. Somehow."

"Yeah, we always do. As long as we're together, we'll make it. Now, 
let's see if my bra really will fit."

As Kate started digging in her drawer, Mark asked, "Honey, do you and 
the other wives really talk about girdles at PTA meetings?"

"Occasionally. We talk about a lot of stuff. Why? What did you think 
we talked about?"

"I can honestly say I didn't think about it."

Kate snorted. "Just like a man. Here. This is a good, functional 
bra." Kate brought a plain, white bra over and helped Mark into it. 
"There. A perfect fit."

"Yeah, this isn't so bad."

"After a few hours, you probably won't be singing the same tune. 
Let's finish getting dressed."

Mark went over to his own dresser, got out some clothes, and started 
getting dressed. His own underwear barely stayed on, and when he put 
on some pants, those fell off, taking the underwear with them. "Damn! 
Nothing fits any more."

"I'm not surprised. You are almost a foot smaller than you used to 
be. In fact, taking a good look at you..." Kate dug in her drawers 
for a second or two, then pulled out a T-shirt, and tossed it to 
Mark. "Try that on."

Mark pulled the shirt on and said, "Perfect fit."

Kate tossed him a pair of pants next, saying, "Try those."

Mark put them on without any underwear. "These fit, too."

"Apparently whatever changed you changed your proportions so that 
they're exactly the same as mine. Your face looks like a female 
version of yourself, kind of like a sister or something, but from the 
neck down, you and I could be twins."

"That's convenient. But what about Elliott? Who is he supposed to be 
a body double for?"

"I'm not sure for anybody. He definitely looks like Iris and Petunia."

"Speaking of our second child, when does she get back from summer camp?"

"She comes in at 6:00 p.m. tonight."

"Any guesses if we'll be back to normal by then?"

"I have no idea. C'mon. Let's see if our kids are ready."

Their kids were indeed dressed and ready, and they then proceeded to 
use the better part of the morning searching the house, looking for 
anything out of the ordinary. At about 11:00 a.m., Kate said, "I 
don't think there's anything in here. I'm going to start searching 
outside."

Kate went outside and started looking around, looking at the house, 
the yard, and anything she could, not even sure what she was looking 
for, or if there was even anything to look for. At one point, she 
heard someone mowing the lawn. When she looked over, she saw her 
next-door neighbor and best friend, Kelly, mowing her lawn with the 
sit-down mower that she had.

Kate almost called out to her friend, when she thought about 
something. Kelly's husband, David, was almost pathological about his 
lawn. He considered all aspects of its care, including mowing, 
trimming, and fertilizing, to be his job and he got rather upset with 
anybody who tried to do it for him. Between that and the fact that 
Kelly really had no interest in sitting on a mower on a hot, sunny 
day like today (or any day), the fact that she was doing it now 
seemed very odd.

Kate stared at her friend, or who she thought was her friend, for a 
while, beginning to notice small differences. This person's facial 
features were a little different, and her hair color was a little 
darker, but if it wasn't Kelly, then it could possibly be her twin.

Then another of those strange ideas that wouldn't be ignored popped 
into Kate's head. At first she thought she was crazy, but she called 
out, "David!" anyway. When the woman snapped her head around, but 
then bolted for her door like a frightened rabbit, Kate knew that her 
own family was not the only one to be affected by this strange 
transformation. She called out, "Mark, get out here!"

Not waiting for her husband, Kate ran to the door of her neighbor's 
home and pounded loudly until Kelly opened up. Kelly said, "Oh, 
hello, Kate. Is this really important? David's feeling a little under 
the weather, and I need to get back to him."

Sure of herself, Kate said, "David's feeling and looking like a girl. 
He woke up this morning with breasts, curves, and, in every way 
except for what's between his legs, looking like a woman."

Kelly was mystified. "How did you know?"

Kate didn't explain, instead saying, "Grab David and, if necessary, 
drag him out to the fence," before running back to her own house.

When she got to the door, Mark was there. He asked, "What's going on?"

Kate didn't answer, instead pushing the door open, grabbing him by 
the arm, and yanking him outside before he had a chance to object. He 
tried to protest and pull back. She just ignored him and continued to 
drag him to the fence, constantly saying, "C'mon. C'mon."

The fence was a chain-link deal that stood barely waist high used 
mostly to mark the property line, but also made a great place to 
stand over and just chat. However, it made no barrier at all to each 
couple seeing the other, and each transformed male, seeing someone 
else being dragged in the same way they were, was only moderately 
surprised when Kate said, "David, meet Mark. Mark, meet David."

Mark was the first to speak, saying simply, "You, too?"

David said, "I guess so. What about Elliott? Was he affected, too?"


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

jrdss@alaska.net
ICQ#37222294
J R D

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