Have you ever had one of those days where everything just ends up as shit? Well imagine the worst of those shit days, multiply it by ten and then you will maybe come close to how my day is going. Let me put it this way, I am royally screwed, I know it, and there is nothing I can do but take it. I guess in the end I should have expected things to end this way, but when you are on top of the world its hard to see what can happen when you fall.

The last thing I remember is eating dinner with my girlfriend…ex-girlfriend now I assume. Things went black. Now here I find myself bound naked to a table with saran wrap. A Silky material is stuffed in my mouth, and secured with tape…given everything I know, my guess is its a pair of her panties. Surrounding the table are curtains of plastic sheeting…with pictures of her ex-husband, Dan, in his various stages of feminization taped to them.

Shit, the last thing you want a psychopathic witch watching before doing bad things is Dexter. An involuntary shiver goes through my body as I recall some of the results from this table. Lets just say when her dark side comes out, my girlfriend can be a REAL bitch of a witch. It looks like I am about to be her next project. Honestly, I think I would prefer Dexter’s approach.

The sound of whistling accompanies her as she enters the room, and my fear cranks up a notch. She is whistling that creepy song from the evil nurse in Kill Bill. I cannot move my head enough to look at her, but based on the song, I assume nothing good is about to happen.

I hear the rustle of clothing as she moves around in the background, still whistling that demented song. If she is trying to scare me more, it’s definitely working. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. The less fear I show, the less she will toy with me before getting things over with. One thing I’ve learned in the year we have been dating, the more you show fear and beg…the more she twists the knife.

“I’ve been thinking about your request for a new maid to play with, and decided to grant it for you.” She says in a quiet voice. “None of you remember, but last week when your friends were over for the big game…I held job interviews for the position. Well actually, we played a bit of a game…biggest asshole gets the job. Bet you can’t guess who won the vote by a landslide.”

“You might want to brace yourself, sweetie…I understand the first step is a doozy.”

A moment later, my whole world is transformed…into agony. As if I was on fire from the bottoms of my feet to the hair on my head, nothing but a burning pain so intense it consumed my world. After a while it receded a bit, then it surged back more painful than before. Wave after wave of agony, while in the background I can still here Elle Driver whistling that creepy song.

Eventually, an eternity later, the pain recedes and I feel myself falling away into a darkness that seems so peaceful. Dragging me down until blissful release swallows up the pain, the fear…nothing but peaceful darkness until I awaken in whatever new world awaits me.

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For the second time I open my eyes, to find myself naked in a strange place.

Almost immediately I pick up on the differences. There is no plastic wrap or tape holding me down, no bindings…nothing to keep me where I am. The room is very familiar, and after a few minutes wracking my brains I recognize it as the expensive Honeymoon suite we spent that glorious first weekend at the beginning of our affair. How nostalgic.

I was terrified when I woke up I would not be me any more, but mentally I feel completely normal. I had been afraid of waking up an idiot or worse. Physically, I feel great…probably better than I ever have in my life. I feel strong, healthy, alive…vital. Unfortunately, I also feel something else as well…its both strangely similar and strikingly different from what I am used to…but no doubt about it, I am feeling rather horny. Not running down the street begging for relief horny, but a good bit stronger than waking up next to a naked woman horny.

I slowly move into a sitting position, feeling an embarrassed flush rising through my body. The movement causes strange sensations in the breasts I have been trying so hard to ignore. I sigh as I glance down at them…one thing I can say, she didn’t hold back at all. I make my way into the bathroom so I can get a look at the brand new me, and even knowing what she could do, I find myself stunned.

The woman looking back at me in the mirror is gorgeous…like Helen of Troy, war starting beautiful. Long, lustrous black hair cascades around my face. I have deep brown eyes and a smooth delicate face that hints at some perfect blend of racial features with hints of Asian or Latin decent. A bit too short and full bodied to be a super model, but perfectly built for a porn star. And why did that thought send a shiver of excitement through me.

I move back into the bedroom, and begin to take stock of my situation. In the closet are two sets of clothing, the outfit I was wearing when this little adventure began…and a maid outfit. Not a maid outfit like a real maid might wear, rather one of those extremely revealing French maid outfits worn in sex games. On the dresser is a bottle of faintly glowing pink liquid and a handwritten letter. It takes me nearly a minute to work up the courage to pick up the letter…somehow I know it won’t be good news.

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Dear Mika,

I had an interesting chat with your friend John last week, so I guess you can blame him for your current predicament. When I asked him who would make the best, sluttiest maid out of you and all your friends…he said you, beyond a doubt. I’ve always seen you as one of those strong, aggressive alpha male types so naturally I disagreed…in the end we made a little bet.

In the bottle on the dresser is a powerful magic potion, if aged correctly it will restore your manhood (and then some). However if you drink it before its ready it will increase your sex drive and make it impossible to reverse the transformation for a year. All you have to do is wait until the potion turns blue and drink it, and you will be restored to your former self.

Here are the conditions we have set for our little contest.

• You cannot leave the suite until you drink the potion.
• Your libido has been set to keep your horniness level around half what you felt at the horniest moment in your life.
• Sex toys and willing partners (of either gender) can be arranged upon request through room service.
• Each orgasm you have will increase your desire to drink the potion based on how much you enjoy it.
• In approximately 48 hours the potion will turn blue.

I strongly suggest you refrain from ANY sexual related activities as that body is designed to find sex in all forms extremely exciting and enjoyable. If you win the bet for me, John has agreed to be our slutty new maid…but if you fail you will be his. Don’t disappoint me. If my Michael doesn’t show up with his shiny new play toy in three days, I will become the sole beneficiary of his estate on the fourth.

On the bright side, win or lose…you will have a pretty new maid to play with as often as you want.

Wishing you the best.
Diane

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It only took four hours before I gave in to my lust and fingered myself to an orgasm.

Two hours later I was calling room service to send up some toys.

Within ten hours of waking up in that room I was happily chugging down that sweet pink potion and praying the two guys room service had sent up were ready for yet another round of me.

24 hours later I left the room for the first time in my new life. Dressed in the most embarrassing, barely legal maid outfit imaginable…with one overwhelming need…To return home and serve Lord John.

A week later, John took me to my funeral. I don't know how she did it, but in the casket as clear as day was what appeared to be my old body. Diane sat in the front row weeping as if she had lost the love of her life, the bitch. I had learned more about humiliation and degradation in the last week than I had ever imagined possible, and the worst part is I wanted...no needed to act the part of the perfect submissive maid through it all. To further it all, the fact that the old Mike was now officially dead was a clear indication that she had no intention of ever changing me back.

I guess in the end I should have expected it.

If she did this to her last husband, I was a fool to think I would never taste her power.

I have to run now. Master is having some friends over tonight and I expect it will be another humiliating adventure in bondage and submission.

When the judge made the final pronouncement of divorce, I had to fight back tears. I knew it was coming, had seen the writing on the wall for a while…but I still wish it wouldn’t have had to happen. The final settlement was good (much too good according to my lawyer)... no matter what happened I would never want for anything in my life. I held back my tears as I had been hoping to continue to live as man(ish) and wife, but I didn’t despair too much because our deepest relationship would never be over…after all, no mistress would willingly give up their most beloved slave girl.

In most areas of magic, I am generally considered to be a very weak wizard…but in one area I am almost peerless. In my specialty area of magic, I am generally considered to be one of the most powerful wizards in the United States. I am woefully unprepared to hurl bolts of lightning around or transform dogs into cats, but when it comes to sensing potentials in people, places and things…I am generally very capable. Because of this talent, I have been highly successful in training some of the most well known magic users in the world.

A bad feeling came over me as I thought about the assignment I had given my current apprentice. His potential was amazing, if I could somehow teach him the wisdom of power as well as how to manipulate it. I gave him his little weekend project in the hopes that he would fail and get burned in a small way so that he would learn to be more careful with the balance of things. When I thought about the assignment, I got the sense that this would be a very important lesson for him…but I also felt troubled for some reason. Karma and fate can be tricky even for someone like me…you could get powerful insight into one thing, but still get blind-sided when random elements are applied.

***

“I’ve done it master, I completed my task as directed”, Sean said proudly as he entered the room, disturbing my train of thought. Trailing behind him, came a woman who could only be described as voluptuous. She was a bit shorter than average height, with the sort of frame that traditionally belongs to porn stars or strippers. She had long silky looking hair, a near perfect complexion, and breasts a bit larger than a pair of grapefruit. She also gave off an aura of overwhelming sexuality. Everything about her seemed design to provoke a reaction in most men, and a good number of women as well. Of course, that’s because she had been designed that way, out of Sean’s unrestrained fantasies. While all of those things caught my eye (I am a man after all), the thing that really drew my attention was the vacant look in her eyes that spoke of a near complete suppression of intelligence and self-control.

I sighed as I resigned myself to losing another apprentice…unfortunately more often than not they fail to listen and wind up in more trouble than they can handle. With an efficiency from decades of practice, I quickly cast an analysis spell to see just how badly my apprentice had messed up. “As I recall, your assignment was to work a minor transformation on a stranger according to the code.” I said grimly. “Not to coerce someone into a permanent soul bonding with you.”

As I examined the snarl of mystical energy wrapped around the girl, I sighed inwardly at the knowledge my apprentice was about to have a very bad day…or at least, he was about to have a major life altering event. “Lets see if I have this right. You cast a low yield coercion spell on your victim to make her (or should I say him) very agreeable with you and highly suggestible. Then based on her consent given under effects of that spell you proceeded to alter her physically into this extremely well endowed young lady. After that I see some higher level spells designed to alter her memories and make her extremely eager to please you. On top of that you worked a soul bonding on her forging an empathic link between you so she would be completely responsive to your desires. And finally, I see you did a major fortification on the spells so that they would become nearly impossible to break. Does that sum things up?”

“Well, the soul bonding works both ways, it gives her an empathic link to my emotions…but it also gives me access to draw on her life force to fuel my spells.” Sean said proudly. “Other than that I guess you have it about right.”

“My god, I told you to find and convince someone to allow a minor transformation…and instead you did a major working. What was going through your head Sean?”

“You keep telling me to go slow, to hold back…minor workings and self castings. I mastered casting high potential spells almost six months ago and you still want me to cure zits and give facials. I wanted to prove that I am ready to be released from this apprenticeship and granted journeyman status.”

“Very well, Sean. I am releasing all claims and responsibilities for you as my apprentice. You are free to pursue whatever usages for your power you deem suitable. Do you accept your release and take responsibility for the consequences of using your power?” I stated formally.

“You’re damn right I do. About time!” Sean said, excitement filling his voice. Internally I heaved a sigh of relief, as his master some of this snarl would likely have caused me some difficulties as well.

“Well teacher, guess I’ll be getting the hell out of this dump then.” Sean said arrogantly not even trying to hide that ever present sense of entitlement I had been trying to eliminate for the last year. Like so many magic users, he had convinced himself that because he had power he was superior to normals.

As he started strolling towards the door, the girl following docilely behind him, he suddenly staggered. As a precaution I took a step back and raised additional protections around myself to prevent any negative effects from the wild magic I could see releasing.

“Master, what is happening?” Sean asked, a sudden panicked look in his eye. “I am not your master any more, but it should be obvious even to you. The spells you cast were flawed and now you are being hit with the backlash as they unravel.”

“But that’s not possible. I had his consent for everything but the suggestibility spell. There should be no karmic debt for my spells!”

“You think that just because he agreed to some things under the fog of a mind altering spell that he gave true consent? Did you even read what I gave you on the subject? Ah well, it doesn’t matter any more. Your career as a wizard is over now.”

“Over? What is that supposed to mean old man?”

“It means just that. You now have no hope of wielding magic in any useful manner, not that you will care much about it in a bit.”

Another wave of wild magic unraveled from around the girl and lashed out at my former apprentice. As I watched, the soul bonding spell suddenly inverted and reversed itself, forging an even deeper bond between the two…just flowing in the opposite direction from the original casting. Seeing the intricacy of the spell I couldn’t help but feel regret. From a strictly technical standard, my former apprentice was truly a genius at crafting spells…had he only listened better he would have become a wizard of the type that legends were made of.

A blissful look filled his face as my apprentice looked at me. “She is so happy” he murmured ecstatically. Looking at the binding I could see that he would essentially feel whatever emotions she was feeling at several times the intensity. Her happiness and satisfaction would be his bliss…but her sorrow and pain would be his hell.

Another wave of magic lashed at him. And suddenly his gaze turned from blissful to lustful in an instant. He was staring at her with a look of such overwhelming bestial desire it was almost frightening. He sank down to his knees in obvious worship as in his eyes she suddenly became his owner, his goddess…to be worshiped and pleased with his every breath.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

The first words the girl has uttered since entering the room. I watched as the last vestiges of the mental bindings she was under faded away allowing her to act on her own will for the first time in days. My former apprentice began to whimper in empathy as her finely tuned emotional state unraveled into the chaos and confusion that only this level of mental tampering could cause.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU FUCKING DO TO ME!” she screamed. Her voice a mixture of anger and panic.

“Please relax,” I said, “I will try to help you through this if you let me.” With an effort of will, I quickly cast a spell upon the room. As I watched, the panic and rage died down in her eyes…not gone, but somewhat suppressed so she could breath easier for a few moments.

“I just cast a spell to allow a person to calm and focus their thoughts during emotionally trying times. The effects of the spell will fade as soon as you leave this room, though I would ask that you stay here a while longer as the backlash of all the spells he cast on you breaking is still not complete. If you will allow it, I will try to help you find peace with whatever he did to you.”

“All I know is I was hanging out in a local singles bar when this ass-hat came over and started talking to me. The next thing I know I am his eager little bimbo following him around like a puppy dog…and doing THINGS I would never do…loving things I would never love.” With a snarl, she savagely kicked my apprentice in the side. “You fucking bastard you violated me…you destroyed me…”

She went on in that tirade for a while, alternating between anger, rage and despair as she railed at my apprentice as he whimpered on the floor. Occasionally you could hear him begging, “kick me again mistress…kick me again.” Even as she had an almost complete breakdown, I could tell the effects of my spell were working as her emotional control remained on this side of the line of sanity. Given that she had been physically, mentally and spiritually raped the fact that she was holding on was a good thing.

Her tirade abruptly cut off as another wave of wild magic pulsed from her. As I watched, two simultaneous transformations happened. Over the next couple of minutes I watched as her body gradually reshaped itself, transforming from voluptuous woman to what could only be described as your average guy. He was slender and on the short side, with relatively plain features.

On the other hand, Sean was transforming in the other direction. His features became more delicate as his body began to transform into an attractive looking woman. He didn’t blow out to become the next bimbo princess, but rather he was changing to have a girl next door type. Looking deeper I could see the spell was designed to base the physical appearance on the caster’s unconscious “perfect” ideal of sexiness. Under the surface I could see that the spell had designed her new body to be extremely sexual in nature, well into the range of what could only be called nymphomania.

A wave of relief passed over her…no HIS face as he realized he was in his own body again. His emotions were still in turmoil, but the effects of my casting were gradually increasing over time allowing him to remain calm and rational.

“Michael,” He said. “My name is Michael.”

“Hello, Michael. My name is Victor. As you have no doubt surmised, I am what I believe you would call a wizard. And Sean there is my very disappointing former apprentice. I am afraid I am somewhat in your debt as my protege in his foolishness used the skills I taught him to take advantage and violate you in the worst ways imaginable. Unfortunately for him, he was adept at the how of magic, but failed miserably at understanding the when, where and why for its usage.”

Even while under the effects of my calming spell I could tell he was still having an extremely difficult time with what happened over the last few days. Not only was he dealing with all the impacts of the sexual acts, but also of having his entire belief structure challenged. Add to that the fear of what I could or might do to him, or what else might happen.

Almost effortlessly I opened up my gift to the fullest, allowing myself to see the potentials flowing around the two people in front of me. I looked down path after path seeing only darkness and despair for the two as I saw Michael heading down a hundred different likely paths of insanity, vengeance or despair. From everything I could see, the end results of any of the likely paths would result in a level of negative karma that would echo through centuries into the future, spanning not just this life but dozens of reincarnations as well. Grimly pushing more power into my gift, I looked deeper trying to find a better path. Eventually I found one thread, then another, then more where things could have a hope of going positively. I sighed as saw what would have to happen to push things in that direction.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I quickly crafted and cast another spell…this one was extremely potent, yet so intricate it was almost a masterpiece of spell crafting. I felt a twinge of sadness and guilt, because the spell was cast without conscious consent on both of them…and more it was borderline in how it impacts their free will. Technically, they could both reject the spell without much effort, but ultimately it was highly unlikely they would be able to in their current mental states. Since my intent was ultimately benign and the overall spell construction was such that it required some level of unconscious or spiritual consent to work I didn’t think I was at risk of any serious karmic backlash.

Michael suddenly stopped in mid-sentence, shot a scowl at Sean and quickly left the room. Suddenly he just had to get out of here…had to get away…had to find some way to forget everything that happened over the last couple of days. It only took moments after he closed the door for the memories, the pain, the fear to flood back into him nearly overwhelming him with the intensity. It wasn’t just the act, it was all of it the feeling of being twisted and trapped in his own mind as his body betrayed him…it was the memory of spending days as some douche’s bubbly bimbo puppet and loving it. “Oh God, do I wish it would happen again!” Another twisting and he couldn’t help himself as he puked on the carpet. “Oh God! Oh God please help me” He mumbled almost incoherently as he shambled away down the hall.

“I can help you, if you want.” A voice said (his voice said) cutting through all the voices of misery, doubt and fear and loathing. “You have to let me though, I don’t have the power to help if you don’t accept it.” An image formed in Michael’s head, an image of himself as he always wanted to be. Just from a glance he could see that the confidence and happiness radiating off of this vision self…he could sense that this was him, but not him. “All you have to do is reach out to me, and this is what we can become.”

“Who are you? What are you, you aren’t me.” Michael thought at the vision in his mind. “I am your future potential…what you could become if you let yourself. You know how people always say ‘you have so much potential’ well I am the essence, the embodiment of that potential. All you have to do is come to me and I will help you through this pain, and help you to find me within yourself.”

Somehow without any internal decision or thought, Michael found himself drifting towards the other self within his mind. For some reason, he was certain…like he was sure of the sun rising or gravity certain, that this internal voice was being (could only be) 100% honest. Somehow he knew that it was impossible to be deceived in this place in his mind.

“What would I have to do?” Michael asked. And they were suddenly much closer. Michael could feel confidence, satisfaction even joy radiating off of his other self. He also noticed the closer he got to his avatar the more the emotional chaos faded into the background, gradually becoming more muted and distant.

“Just trust me, and accept me. Do that and everything will change. Together we have the power to make all of this just a shadow of a memory.”

It didn’t take much thought. Michael considered the emotional turmoil he had been in and compared it to the image of all he wanted to become. Somehow he knew this was his last, best hope for a happy life. And with that acceptance, the power of the spell locked around him full force.

***

Victor strained against the power of the spells locking onto his former apprentice. He knew that the longer a spell like this worked on a person, the more powerful the spell would become…and while there was no way short of a fully prepared circle with a major artifact to break the spells, if he acted fast he might be able to tweak them enough for his apprentice to have some semblance of self left.

Victor felt a rush of energy as the first circle of the spell locked around Michael. He couldn’t help but to smile, Michael had accepted the first option with virtually no resistance. Instead of trying to base the entire spell on a single acceptance, the spell would continually give the target options and with each acceptance it would grow more potent. Meanwhile, as Michael healed, the stresses on Sean’s mind and soul would be reduced as well.

Victor watched as Sean gasped in relief as the emotional echoes he was getting decreased in intensity. Using the power that flooded back into him from the spell on Michael, Victor erected a powerful mental barrier in Sean’s mind…basically a space where he could think clearly and focus for a bit. With practice born of months of working together Victor sent a pattern for a spell into Sean’s mind instructing him to cast it while he could still think clearly. Sensing the urgency, Sean immediately cast the spell as provided, and felt what could only described as a wall form in his mind.

“That spell will provide a bit of a buffer against the soul link,” Victor said in a weary voice. “It will reduce the effectiveness of the link over distance, and allow you to shut out some of the lower intensity emotional effects. However, it will draw on your magical energy to do so, so any usage of your magic will increase your empathy towards Michael.”

***

“First thing,” his avatar said confidently, “is to lock these memories away until you are ready to handle them. Is that Ok?” Michael nodded slowly. In an instant, he flashed back to the meeting with Sean in the bar. The memory began to play itself over in his mind, only as it moved forward it seemed to fade out… the emotional intensity draining from the memory as quickly as it played through. His thoughts flickered to the next memory, and the next draining all the emotional intensity from each one in a flash. With each memory, he felt the anger, the helplessness, the overwhelming desire, the pleasure all bleed away as he skipped through each memory from the last few days.

In almost no time, his thoughts were back to the present, and while the memories of the weekend were still there they didn’t seem to hold nearly as much force. He flashed back to the first memory again…and watched as his avatar summoned up what appeared to be a huge vault within his mind. Following his avatar’s instruction, he pushed each memory into the vault one by one…and after the last one he imagined the vault slamming shut on them. For a minute the vault just hung there in his mind before fading away…along with the last traces of conscious memories from the weekend.

“The memories are not gone forever,” the avatar said calmly. “Over time they will resurface in dreams or flashbacks as you become emotionally equipped to accept them. You cannot truly heal until you come to terms with everything that happened the good and the bad, and decide how you want to deal with them.”

Michael noticed there was a crackling, intense energy in the air as if he was surrounded by lightning. “We need to deal with all of the energy we drained from those memories now.” The avatar said next. “Will you trust me to handle that?” Michael nodded numbly. He was feeling extremely tired as if he had just run a marathon and while he couldn’t quite remember the details he knew the avatar had saved him.

Suddenly his thoughts drifted back to Friday night. He was sitting alone in the local singles bar when this gorgeous looking lady sat down next to him and started talking. For some reason, something about her…or the night…or just fate… he seemed able to just say all the right things, react in all the right ways. It was like on that night he just had the perfect game because they talked for hours and they clicked so perfectly.

The pulsing energy around him diminished a bit, and the memory imprinted itself deeper into his mind filling him with a sense of confidence and accomplishment.

Flash forward.

They were at her place, making out. God she was beautiful.

Another pulse of energy.

Flash forward.

They were making love…it was the best most intensely pleasureable sex ever.

Flash. Pulse.

Again…and then again.

Sex, cuddling, talking. The best weekend ever.

Michael stumbled as he realized he was daydreaming about his weekend again. What was he thinking, he had to hurry up and get over there to pick Shawna up. As he walked down the hallway towards the apartment, he suddenly felt a flash of deja vu. Pushing aside the thoughts that he had somehow done this before…he raised his hand and knocked sharply on the door.

A moment of confused recognition flashed through his mind and the fading away, as he looked into the face of the older gentleman who answered the door. “Ah, you must be Michael.” The man said smiling. “I am Victor, Shawna’s uncle.”

***

Shawna and Michael had left some time ago, and it looked as if the spells were working splendidly. While he hadn’t been able to remove any of the various spells layered on Sean, he had been able to mute some of them or allow Sean some measure of control over which aspects were in effect at any given time. The end result was that Sean wasn’t quite a raging nymphomaniac any more, but Michael would NEVER have to ask twice. Also, Sean would always be rather submissive to Michael, but he still had some limited self control. In that sense he came out way ahead because had the spells not shattered so spectacularly Michael would have been nothing but a mindless pleasure bunny.

Victor randomly picked up a book from his library and sat down in his favorite chair. Without thinking, he randomly opened the book to a page and began reading.

On Consent:
One of the biggest failings most magic users have is an incomplete or very childlike view of consent. They see it as being black or white. Consent is not something that can can be dealt with as simply as getting someone to agree verbally or sign a contract on. Consent is a belief within the target that says I accept this change, I believe in this change…etc. On several layers of a persons consciousness. A person may agree to something, may even on the surface think they want it…but deep down inside their spirit rejects it so totally it can never come to pass. When casting major transformational magic on a person take however much time is required and make certain to give them time to adjust and accept each change.

Using strong arm tactics such as blackmail or coercion magic is not recommended to obtain consent for transformational spells. The first rule of consent is simply this. Coerced consent is no consent at all.

I decided to do my last bit of research in the mecca of modern civilization, or at least thats how it was described to me, The Mall. Overall, I was not impressed. The building seemed slightly run down and a tad dirty. There were several shops boarded up and one wall with big uneven letters in bright paint saying “Screw Amazon.” I stared at it for a moment and once again wondered where this wondrous Amazon might be, as it might give me a better idea of the current conditions here.

I noticed two men in beige jump suits with dark glasses on, and hurried on my way. There was something in the briefing about Men in Beige, but I couldn’t recall the details. Suddenly my attention was drawn to a loud bang across the aisle.

Running down the hall at top speed, a scrawny looking old man in a tattered bath robe screamed in fear. He had a long white beard that was streaming behind him like a tail, and the bottoms of the robe were on fire. Behind him was a slightly chubby red head who was chasing him waving a stick and screaming profanities at the top of her lungs.

“Dammit Molly! I said I’ll get you an antidote!” The old man screamed, while scrambling madly out of the way of a beam of light that burst from her stick. “Too late for that old man! We haven’t seen Harriet in weeks and poor Ronni went and got herself knocked up by a Malfoy! A MALFOY!” The lady shrieked, another burst of light flying wildly from her stick and blasting a window a few feet to the left of where the old man was running.

Another burst of light from the woman’s stick crashed into a manikin dressed as a pirate in front of a goth store called Death Eaters. The manikin shivered then jumped off its stand and began running around chasing people.

Two loud cracks, and a pair of men in black robes with sticks appeared apparently out of nowhere. “Stop right there Molly!” One said, while the other gleefully shouted “We’ve got you now Wizard!”

“Dammit Molly, now you got the MUGGLEs after us! (Magic Users for Greater Good and Law Enforcement Agency) Why couldn’t you just let the kids enjoy themselves?”

One of the black robes waved a wand and a giant man sized spider poofed into existence in front of the wizard rushing forward to try and pounce on him.

“This is Ridiculus!” The wizard said and flicked a hand suddenly the spider had roller skates on and awkwardly slid by missing the wizard by several feet. The spider began to make chittering noises as it tried and failed to stop its movement, crashing into the animated pirate manikin.

“Ha ha,” The wizard shouted gleefully. “That was a good one!”

“Stop right there wizard or else!” One of the black robes repeated loudly. “You are busted!”

Another gleeful giggle escaped the wizard as he gestured wildly at the speaker. “No, You Are!” he cackled.

The black robe let out a shriek that quickly went up a couple of octaves as his robes began to shrink and his chest began to push out in obvious proportions. He dropped his stick and grabbed his rapidly growing breasts as if he could somehow push them back in. Almost instantly his shrieks of panic turned into whimpers of pleasure as she began fondling herself, forgetting all about the chase as her body spiraled quickly into bimbo proportions. Her partner stopped chasing to “help” her, staring lustily at her newfound assets, while wondering if maybe they could keep her this way.

Across the way, a certain jonin watched the scene in rapidly growing dismay. That old man was going to sell him a collector’s edition of “Make Out Paradise Seven”! Rapidly thinking through his options, the jonin quickly came up with a plan. “Team, we have a new mission!” He shouted. “McBroody, Fangirl…Slow down that old shrew with the stick. Knucklehead, get that old man to stop running!” He used their team code names so no one would know who to blame for the upcoming chaos. That book was SO going to be his.

The one nicknamed Knucklehead made a flying leap and landed right in front of the old man. “My name is…” Thats all he got out before the fleeing wizard shoved past him knocking him down. The wizard was giggling louder and louder at all the mayhem he was causing. This was the best fun he had in ages. “No one cares what your name is moron!” He shouted between giggles.

Suddenly behind him he heard the boy call out…”SEXY JUTSU!”

The wizard looked back, and what he saw stopped him in his tracks. In the boy’s place was a super hot (presumably naked) teenage girl with tendrils of smoke strategically placed to hide certain classified bits. “Please old man, can you spare me a minute.”

With another giggle the wizard made another gesture and light enveloped the “girl”. He just couldn’t help himself. He just wished he could be there when the lass realized she was stuck like that permanently.

Meanwhile a few stores down, the two other ninjas jumped in front of the wailing red head trying to slow her down.

“Get out of my way you two!” She shouted then blasted the male with a flash of purple light from her stick.

Suddenly the man-boy stopped and turned to his partner. “You are SOOOO Pretty. Marry me and have my babies?” The girl stared at him longingly for a second before becoming overwhelmed with emotion and passing out in the middle of the floor.

The redhead ran past them without even barely slowing down. With an extra burst of speed she tackled the wizard who had slowed down to admire his handiwork. She raised her wand, an evil green light glowing at the tip as she prepared to blast the wizard into the next life.

Before she could act, there was a loud poof and a puff of smoke and a head of cabbage fell to the floor where the wizard had lain. “NO! She shrieked angrily knowing he had evaded her again. I’ll get you one of these days wizard and when I do, you will be sorry.”

Around the corner in an out of the way location, the wizard looked at his savior with a smirk of gratitude. “I owe you one.” He said to the one eyed jonin who had just transported him out of danger. “Now about that book…”

I held back a shiver as I tried to understand what had just happened. In order to get my thoughts back in order I began watching as the chaos subsided and most people began acting normal again. After that whole spectacle of impossibilities, everyone seemed to be going as if nothing had happened.

Across the way, a man in a bright orange tee shirt that read “Duncan’s donut and coffee shop” was arguing with the owner of a health store. “You can’t have an energy drink called the Quickening because I already have a super highly concentrated coffee of that name. THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!” The other man shouted back just as loudly, “I am Conn R MacCloud, of The Clan MacCloud Healthy Living Emporium…The Quickening is MINE!”

I tuned that conversation out as meaningless and shifted my focus to another group of people talking.

“Please Mr. Clampett, if you invest in our shop you will make a lot of money.”

“Please ma’am, Call me Jed. I hate when people call me Mr Clampett.” The man replied. “I don’t think I want to join the Dark Side franchise at this time though. There is another goth store down the hall called “Death Eaters”. I don’t think you will compete.” He said. “You don’t understand the power of the Dark Side,” the woman replied fervently.

Their conversation went on, but again I tuned it out as I scanned the mall for other activity.

I looked back to where the two black robes were, and watched as the one still in robes was being groped by the bimbofied one. “Come on baby, lets go give this new body a test drive.” She moaned excitedly as she rubbed up against him with no modesty.

I looked around some more and noticed that there were several people who had witnessed the altercation and were looking around nervously. In the background I could hear a sobbing girl shouting “Release Dammit! Release” over and over again.

I continued to scan the area until my gaze fell on the two men in beige jump suits. The realization that they were staring at me and not the carnage around us sent a shiver down my spine. Suddenly it was imperative that I get out of here and make my report.

With that thought, I quickly picked up my stuff and practically fled for the nearest exit, hoping no one was following me. The Fingerian High Command needed to know what I had just witnessed ASAP.

———

A few stores down, the two men in Beige looked on in glee as the Fingerian agent fled the scene.

“You see how that worked out Agent Okay. Operation Kobayashi Maru was a complete success!”

“Kobayashi Maru?” Okay asked in confusion?

“Jeez don’t they teach you old guys anything? Kobayashi Maru was the unwinnable test they used to train officers in Star Trek…the only way to win was to cheat.” Agent Ojay explained impatiently.

“So since we knew there was no way we could beat the Fingerian invaders in combat, we arranged for them to see our ‘Hidden Technology’ in the form of a perverted wizard and an angry witch! And the best part, since the magic folk did all the damage we don’t even have to worry about paperwork.”

“Alright, alright” Agent Okay said in exasperation, “this idea of yours worked out pretty good. Now lets go neurolize these folks and get back to base.”

A few minutes later, as a crowd of onlookers gathered around the older of the two MIB agents flashed a bright red light in their eyes. “Okay folks, heres what happened. A solar flare ignited gas in the swamp down the road and the fumes caused hallucinations and…” Agent Ojay tuned out the rest of the speech, inwardly fussing. “Jeez again with the swamp gas!”

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Later that day I beamed in my report, flagged Top Priority.

Subject: Operation Subjagation

Re: Immediate suspension of all hostilities.

High Command, apparently the initial investigations into Earth’s technological and defensive capabilities have been woefully inadequate. Enclosed is a recording of several technologies not detected during initial studies. From what I can see, the earthlings have technology capable of causing immediate genetic mutations, hallucinations and instantaneous mind control. From everything I have seen it appears they have been concealing their true capabilities, possibly to lure us into a trap! I am proceeding to emergency extraction point Delta for immediate withdrawal before they detect me.

Agent Severus

For the most part, my relationship with my family is less than cordial…we talk sometimes on holidays but there is little love or trust among us. When some of my tendencies came to light, there was a lot of bad blood and harsh conversations that led to a very strained relationship. Years have softened the blow somewhat, but its almost impossible to regain trust and affection once it has been abused and destroyed so completely.

Unfortunately my family is heavy on my mind tonight as I sit across from the lady I love. Sharon is a couple of inches taller than me, which means she also towers over most guys when she wears heels. Her hair is a dark red color and comes down past her shoulders when she wears it down. Her eyes are a bright green, and have an alertness that shows her intelligence. Her body is in excellent condition, but still has all the luscious curves a man like me dreams of. Anyone who judges a woman on a strict physical appearance scale would probably give her something in the range of an eight…but in my mind she is at least a twelve on a scale of ten. In other words, she is completely out of my league. But even more important in my mind is what you don’t see…her intellect, her spirit, her personality. Who she is is so much deeper than just the enticing smiles she gives or the graceful movement as she walks…its also how she can make anyone feel like they are the most important person in the world.

Yes, she is completely out of my league, but I have come to love and trust her more than anyone in my life. It is finally time, and I am more nervous than I had ever been before. I find myself looking into the eyes of the woman I love more than anything terrified of her response. I didn’t go the cheesy restaurant scene or the way overboard public announcement type scenario. I didn’t want to bully her into anything or force a response due to overly dramatic settings. Instead I went for simplicity. A well cooked meal (yes I am a good cook) in my apartment with a bit of music playing and pleasant talk. And after we both contentedly sighed and moved into the living room, I got down on one knee and asked the question.

Her expression quickly cycled through several emotions. I could read the excitement, joy, desire and then finally doubt as she processed my proposal. She didn’t say anything for a minute, then another and I felt it dragging on…and somehow I knew she would deny me. Finally she spoke.

“No, not until you tell me.” She wasn’t cruel in her response, but she was quite firm.

“Tell you what?” I asked.

She looked at me and with a hint of anger replied. “You know what. You have a big secret that you are scared of me finding out, and until I know what it is there is no way I can marry you.”

I held back a sigh, as I felt our relationship heading towards a catastrophic end. I had tried to share my secret in the past with other girlfriends and every time it ended things. Sometimes it was a rapid implosion where I never got past the basic explanation, other times it devolved more slowly until I was treated as less than a man…as if my habits made me unequal or undeserving of respect. I mentally sorted through my options.

I could lie. But that would shatter any bonds of trust between us. And either now or in the inevitable future where she found out, she would vilify me for not being honest with her.

I could end things now and hopefully maintain my dignity.

Or I could tell her everything, and pray that my judgment of her character was not flawed.

Fearing the worst, but praying that just once God would have a little mercy on me I did the bravest thing I had done in years. I told her everything.

Finally, after a long, emotional conversation I had myself and all my secrets laid bare before her. I had given her all the weapons she needed to destroy me mentally, socially and financially…and now I was literally at her mercy.

She looked at me, and I could not understand the emotions I was seeing. I did my best to prepare myself for annihilation, but after a bit she said something no other woman had said to me. “I want to meet her before I decide. Next weekend we will have another date where you introduce me to her. It’s my turn to cook.”

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The best description for my feelings is shock. When Daniel told me of his penchant for dressing as a woman, my expectations were pretty low as to the final product. I was expecting a man in a dress to show up for our date, instead here was a sexy goddess who I would have never recognized on the streets. She (there is no way to even think of her any other way) was to all outward observation completely feminine from the long, jet black wig…right down to the sexy black heels on her feet. Everything was put in place perfectly, and I realized that there was no way this was just an occasional dressing out. Every movement, every action, everything she did portrayed a femininity that overruled my recognition of her as my Daniel.

I had to push down my inner lesbian and keep myself from dragging her directly to the bedroom. We had things to discuss and I couldn’t go distracting myself just yet.

After a few awkward minutes of dancing around the elephant in the room I finally blurted out, “Are you gay?” If her immediate and definitive “NO” was not enough, the slightly disgusted look on her face tipped the scales. We talked for a while and eventually I became as relaxed with her feminine persona as I was with his male one. As the discussion went on I came to understand that were the option available she would probably have transitioned, but due to financial and social reasons she never went that route.

It was only after we had been talking for several minutes that I realized I wasn’t sure how to address her. I think the question caught her a bit off guard, but she also seemed faintly pleased that I cared enough to ask. I was expecting one of the more obvious names like Danielle or Dani, but she told me she goes by Diane while en femme.

We spent the evening talking about a wide variety of things, from our secret hopes and dreams…to our deepest desires. I admitted to her that I was in fact bisexual, while it had never been an actual secret it wasn’t something I advertised on a daily basis either. She told me about the rejection of her family and how badly it hurt her.

Eventually we managed to get to the heart of the matter. There were a few things that we needed to deal with if we were going to make it as a couple.

First, Diane was (from my perspective) unable to truly embrace and enjoy being a woman. While she had the look down to a tee, she still felt uncomfortable and unreal. I had to calm my inner kitten as I imagined all the delicious ways I could bring her out of her shell. I decided then and there wherever things went with Daniel, I would do my best to remain friends with her and help her realize her potential.

The second thing I noted, was Daniel didn’t want to be treated as or viewed as less than a real man. When he dressed like a man, he acted like a man and wanted to be treated as a man. Of course, at least in my mind, he was the biggest offender in breaking that rule…he failed to see himself as a “Real” man and often did things to sabotage himself. I would definitely have to push him in his Daniel persona, or convince him to be Diane full time (yum). Either way, he definitely needed some pointers on what makes a “Real” man as I find his demeanor far more appealing than the other “Real” men I have known…

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Examples.

My first “Real” man was my father, and his manliness was asserted by coming home drunk and beating his wife and daughter on a regular basis. As ashamed as I am to admit it, the happiest day in my young life was when he died from a stress induced heart attack when I was thirteen. Maybe the fact that he died while beating my mother so bad she required weeks of hospitalization was enough to salve any grief I might have known otherwise.

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My second “Real” man was this nice, sweet basketball player at my school. He wooed me for weeks, telling me all the sweet little things that made me melt inside. It didn’t take him long to convince me (with my lowly self opinion at that time) that he loved me. I didn’t just give my virginity to him, I threw it at him with reckless abandon. Three days later he broke up with me.

The weeks that followed were nearly as horrifying as things had been when my father was still alive and kicking (sometimes literally). The biggest difference was that this time it was all psychological abuse. The rumors started almost immediately about how I was a slut who would have sex with anyone. My so called friends dropped me faster than you could say go. Guys started groping me in the hallway when I walked by, while girls sneered at me and called me names (which I will not repeat here). All at the same time my ex-crush was being lauded as a stud and had everyone treating him like he was some type of hero. Imagine, at the same time I was being vilified, he was being worshiped for the exact same act. I didn’t take it well when I overheard him bragging to his friends about me.

I learned three things from that relationship. One, the only person who I should allow to validate my existence is me…flattery is nice and all, but it just doesn’t beat self esteem. Two, if you are going to punch someone in the face, at least get training first so you don’t break your hand. And finally, people are shit. That is people in general, not specific people (who can sometimes be decent), but people as a group are just shitty. In less than a week I went from being in love and having the best experience of my life, to being a social outcast and having my heart crushed.

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I met my third “Real” man some years later in college, although to be clear, he was actually a she. She was a very pretty woman, even though she did her best to downplay it by wearing men’s clothing and keeping her head shaved close. In the beginning things were nice.

She was aggressive and took the initiative in our relationship…while I was more passive and just went with things. In her eyes I was the only girl in the relationship and she made sure I knew it. Over time she became more oppressive and controlling, eventually getting to the point where she started telling me a woman’s place and a woman’s role. I went along with things for a long while, I guess on some level I enjoy being in the submissive role with women…but eventually she pushed too far. I don’t even remember why she slapped me and called me her bitch, I do know that she ended up with a hospital visit while I got 100 hours of community service and a mandatory anger management class (apparently my knowledge of martial arts made things a bit more serious.)

The biggest take-away I had from this relationship is that submissive does not mean doormat. While I enjoyed the submissive role with her, I was not a victim and would never submit to abuse. To me submissive does not mean weak, stupid or otherwise self degrading…it means that I will when it suits me (and only then) give control of aspects of my life (especially sexual) to another person with the understanding that there are limits on both sides as to how far that extends.

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Over the years I had many relationships. Some ended in friendships, some ended badly, and some just ended. Eventually I just came to the conclusion that I should enjoy the good times and not get too caught up on forever with anyone. Oddly I found that my relationships with women always tended to have me in the submissive role (which I enjoyed), but my relationships with men were always best when I took charge and ran things.

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My last memorable “Real” man was the new good ole boy supervisor, Jimmy (don’t call me James) they brought in at my last job.

I had been working at the firm for several years, and the team I was leading was one of the most productive in the company. When my boss opted for retirement, we were told that they would be taking applications for the position in a few weeks. Imagine my surprise when less than a week later they brought in Jimmy. While he had no experience in management or the job in general, he oozed charm and confidence (which was apparently enough). Obviously, the applications process was just another one of those talking points where they tell you something to distract you from what is really going on.

I wasn’t happy with the turn of events, but I also decided to at least give him a chance (it wasn’t his fault upper management was full of assholes). Over the next few weeks I quickly began to see where things were headed. He would take advice (not necessarily good) from the men on the team while practically ignoring anything any of the senior women would offer. When he wanted something from my team, instead of coming to me he would go to one of my male subordinates and ask them…or have them relay his instructions to me. Seeing where things were heading, I did the only smart thing for someone in my position to do…I began to document everything.

When he gave a new project to Michael, one of my subordinates without any collaboration from me…documented. When he excluded me from attending any of the project related meetings and calls…documented. When the project failed spectacularly due to easily rectified mistakes…documented. When I got called in to his office and officially reprimanded for said failed project…documented (and recorded on my phone).

I set up an appointment with his boss to discuss things, imagine my consternation when I walked in to find Jimmy sitting there as well. The meeting quickly turned into another dressing down and a potential demotion if I didn’t “straighten out”. Of course that meeting was documented and recorded too.

If things had only been bad on a professional level I might have just left it alone and found a new job. But that was only the beginning of the problem. While Jimmy was friendly with all the guys, he had a tendency to be over friendly with myself and the rest of the ladies in the office. He had a habit of getting just a little bit to close, looming into the personal space of the women. Every now and again he would “accidentally” brush against my ass or press up against me momentarily. He would often make loud offensive jokes about women or talk about his wild sexual encounters with the guys.

For me it came to a head when I came across one of the female analysts crying in the parking lot because she had been let go…apparently they needed to downsize our overworked staff two days after she had declined a date with him. Finally fed up, I went to the Human Resources manager and filed a complaint citing all the various issues that had been happening in our division lately. I told them everything that had happened, but I intentionally failed to provide them with the excessive levels of documentation I had been keeping (just in case). It turns out that was actually a very wise decision.

Imagine my surprise when I was met at the office doors the next day by security with a box with my stuff sloppily tossed in it. Apparently due to the failure of that project and my inability to work well with others I was being let go. Just like that after 5 years, walked out the door for a failure that wasn’t mine.

Apparently that anger management class helped me out because I didn’t punch anyone. I didn’t cut anyones tires or commit any other offense that while gratifying would have made things worse. What I did do was find the meanest, most fearsome sexual harassment attorney in the area and give her every shred of documentation I had from the last couple of months showing all the professional and sexual related instances. She of course took the case on the spot.

By the time the suit had been filed, the dragon lady (as I thought of her) had amassed through her own internal investigators, much more additional information that surprised even me. One, Jimmy had been recently fired from another position for sexual harassment. Two, Jimmy’s boss was also his uncle. And finally, the project they had been working on was actually part of a scam concocted by Jimmy and his uncle to steal nearly a half a million dollars from clients of the company.

Needless to say I received a very rapid and very generous settlement as long as I signed a non-disclosure agreement to keep my mouth shut about the details (especially the stealing from clients) of the case. The funniest thing about that was the fact that while I couldn’t disclose said information to the press and what not, I was still legally bound to testify under subpoena. Ironically, the analyst who’s firing had given me that final push decided to sue as well, and apparently she did NOT want a settlement. In the end I got my day in court after all…who says you can’t have your cake and eat it too.

I guess in a way, that was the best “Real” man experience I ever had. Now I am moderately wealthy and can choose what I want to do with my life.

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Pondering on all of the time I had wasted with the perceived “Real” men was what decided me in the end. Daniel was polite, gentle, generous and honest…all traits that I personally find quite attractive in a man. In addition he was slightly submissive, in that he would generally go with whatever I wanted with a smile on his face. Overall, in my mind he was the perfect man (for me) and far more attractive than any of those so-called alpha types. I could easily see myself with him for the long haul, and I also could see myself having so much fun with Diane (assuming I could get her to let her wild side out).

It happened so easily and naturally I didn’t even realize I had made the choice, before I pulled her to me and gave her what was easily the hottest kiss we had ever shared. When I pulled away, gasping for breath, I absently noted that she looked so hot with that expression on her face and her lipstick smeared from our heated exchange.

I looked her in the eyes and told her what was on my mind.

“Yes, I will marry you on three conditions.”

She looked at me expectantly.

“First, I am the only one wearing a dress at our wedding!”

She blushed, and nodded.

“Second, you have to tell me where you got those shoes!”

She nodded again.

“And third…”

I grabbed Diane’s hand and led her to the bedroom, on the bed was one of those sexy maid outfits that has no practical purpose but to tantalize and tease. I felt her hand tense when she saw the outfit, and looked to see an expression filled with doubt and a touch of anger.

“You want me to wear that?” She said hesitantly.

“No silly, thats my outfit…if you want we can get you something in leather though.”

Her smile and the way she began to shift uncomfortably in her dress was all the answer I needed to know I had found the perfect partner.