Sapphire's TransGender Archive I did not write this story and I make no claims as to its content. I am simply providing a service to the on-line community. If you are the original author of one of these stories, and you wish for me to remove it from my archive, let me know. If you wish to contribute to this archive, please send email to the address below. These stories deal primarily with female domination, forced feminization, and strong transsexual themes. If you get squeemish from this stuff, STOP READING NOW. THIS IS FOR ADULTS ONLY! Enjoy Yourself Sapphire an236635@anon.penet.fi *************************************************************************** 'A Little Dabble Do Ya' Copyright 1994 by Raun Dalke, All Rights Reserved Johnny really wished that he had made better grades in Latin 401 a few years ago. The short, non-descript nerd-like graduate assistant was having a great deal of trouble deciding on the correct pronunciation of the final couple of lines on an ancient parchment that lay before him. The flickering candle light from five black candles placed around the pentagram on the floor didn't make reading the incantations any easier, either. "et Soggoth jour HANNATH, tu femi, sin DOMMO", he chanted rythmically, hoping the intonation and inflection was correct. He quickly rubbed the paste that he had prepared beforehand onto his forehead and genitals, trying hard not to think about the ingredients that had gone into it. At least, he hadn't eaten in several hours, so at least maybe he wouldn't lose his dinner. A week earlier Johnny had been in the college's archeology lab, doing routine x-rays on some chunks of rock that had been brought back to the states from England. He was astounded when he dis- covered the small rolled up scrap of parchment in the *center* of a jagged shard of granite. Telling no one, he took the rock home and hammered on it with a pipe wrench until it shattered, allow- ing the scroll to see the light of day for the first time in over 18 centuries. That brief message from the past, probably origi- nating with the Druids or maybe an even older mythos/cultural group, had led him to this night alone locked into the dark lab, doing things that he would have considered certifiable only ten days earlier. The pentagram on the floor was drawn in blood (not his own), and the paste that he rubbed on his body, well, let's just say that he'd found it necessary to break into four different buildings on campus in the last week, including the cadaver room at the pre- med building. Oh and that it smelled sort of like a cross be- tween a Mexican sewage plant and Detroit. Johnny was not normally a superstitious man. He had always be- lieved only in what he could see, or that had been proven by rigorous scientific experiment. But there was no conceivable way that the scroll could have gotten into that rock! If someone was able to do that nearly two thousand years ago, then maybe the contents of the parchment were important, and maybe it actually would do something. He was desperate, you see. In eight and a half years at Peidmont College, while earning two degrees in his field, he had yet to get laid. He just couldn't successfully approach women, and God, he had tried many times. There were sexy coeds all over campus, everywhere he went, and sometimes he felt as if he would reach critical mass and detonate if he didn't lose his virginity, and soon. The scroll, if he had interpreted the cryptic runes correctly, seemed to claim that if one followed the proper procedure, and read the incantation, he would be given complete power over one person. Shouting down the 'good' voice inside, that argued for the rights of his unsuspecting victim, he decided immediately that he was going to turn the most beautiful girl on campus into his own devoted personal sex toy. Some of the instructions seemed sort of vague, or maybe his translation wasn't exactly right, but he thought that he would probably be close enough. Also, one of the ingredients called for had been 'hair of one', which he had taken to mean 'one hair'. He had pulled a single hair from his head, and then hesi- tated and grabbed a pubic hair and used that instead. After all, sex was the object of this whole experiment. Johnny felt incredibly stupid at this point. There was no such thing as magic anyway, was there? (but how did the scroll get in the rock?) Still, he wondered if all magic required such com- plete humiliation as this particular spell. Here he was in the nude, smelling like week-old bat shit, hopping on one foot in the nude and chanting gibberish. Many of the words weren't even Latin, but seemed to be some sort of names and bastardized words from several much earlier languages. He didn't even know who the most beautiful girl on campus was, although there were hundreds that he would have sold his soul for a single night with. But this was magic, right? He would just picture his idea of the ideal woman, and she would be drawn to this spot. As soon as her eyes met his, she would be possessed, incurably addicted, to him. He noticed with a small amount of surprise that he had an erection straining blindly in the cold air, even though he had had to get one of his ingredients from that source just a little while earlier. He tried to clear his mind in spite of the self-created distrac- tions surrounding him and started to imagine a woman that any college student would drop out and rob banks for. She would have long, honey blond hair that reached to her ass, legs up to here, big blue eyes that you could drown in and a sweet, clear and sexy voice. It was fall on campus, and Johnny couldn't help also picturing his dream girl with a big fuzzy sweater failing utterly to hide proud, full breasts. And by the terms of the spell, she would be completely and madly in love with him as soon as they made eye contact. Johnny urinated on the pentagram, and started slowly and labori- ously to fumble through the final passage of the incantation, while standing on one foot. "Incosan YOGSURE tove MONTAD", he intoned, wondering vaguely if that word was pronounced 'tu-vay' or 'to-vay', and what the hell did it mean, anyway? Any relation to slithy toves? With the utterance of the final word, a great tension that Johnny hadn't even noticed before immediately drained from him as if a stopper had been pulled from a sinkful of water. He lowered one foot to the floor slowly, and then stared dumbly at the pentagram and candles. All of the candles had gone out, and the pentagram was gone. But he could still see around the lab, a dim yellow light still flickered on the benches and cabinets. He raised his hand and realized that the illumination was coming from his own body. His skin flickered dimly with an eerie yellow light that reminded him of those neon bulbs that are supposed to simulate a flame. He also started to feel a thrumming, coursing thoughout his body, as if tremendous power were stored up and ready to be released. But he remained totally calm. Inwardly he couldn't understand this. From the phemonema that he had just witnessed, it seemed that the ancient rite might actually work. He should have been very excited at the prospect of his personal sex slave that would be walking in the door momentarily. Despite the tremendous power that Johnny now felt, his erection had become limp, just like his consciousness. Almost like an outside observer of his own mind, he marveled at his sudden lack of enthusiasm. The whole procedure that he had just followed was, of course, emotionally and physically draining. But at the moment he felt more apprehensive than elated. Suddenly he started to be afraid again of what would happen if anyone walked in and discovered him in his current condition. How could he possibly explain being nude and filthy in the archo' lab past midnight? And even if he came up with something plausi- ble for that, how would he explain his current tendency to emit light? Oh well, this was a time for hope, so he hoped with all of his might that it would be Miss Centerfold walking through that door, and none other. Suddenly, faintly, he heard footsteps in the main hall of the building. He strained to hear, and after a moment decided that it was definitely one person, walking very slowly in this direction. It must be her! But just in case it wasn't, he started gathering up his clothes. He hesitantly pulled on his Fruit of the Loom underwear, then more hastily started trying to get his pants on. In the dim light, and in his hurry, he stumbled and fell into a row of lec- ture seats, causing him to hop around on one foot once again, this time holding on to his knee and cursing under his breath. When the pain had faded somewhat, he stopped and listened again. The footsteps had stopped. He held still for a moment, afraid to even breathe. He was going to get caught, disgraced, kicked out. But he still had the glow. Suddenly, the doorknob on the lab door rattled once, twice. It was still locked! Forgetting his earlier fears, he rushed for- ward eagerly to unlock the door. As his hand touched the lock button, the flickering yellow light abruptly rushed towards the floor and seemed to shoot from his toes and under the door. He stopped, then held up his hand in the dark. No glow. Glancing down, he saw that his toes still had faint streamers of ectoplas- mic yellow light leading under the door to the other side. "It must be working already, even though she hasn't seen me yet!", he thought and quickly thumbed the lock open on the door. He stepped backward several steps slowly and prepared to meet the woman of his dreams. "Mr. Hopkins- Is that you?", inquired a timid and quavering, but definitely *male* voice. "Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit shit!", Johnny screamed silently as he fumbled madly to zip his pants with one hand while trying to wriggle into his T-shirt with the other. In what seemed like motion picture quality slow-motion, the doorknob turned and the door started swinging slowly inward. As Johnny struggled to turn the sleeves right-side out on the T- shirt and put it on at the same time, something weird happened. It seemed related somehow to the door swinging ever so slowly but relentlessly open, but as the door came inward the shirt in his hands writhed like a living thing and seemed to immediately grow fur! It still seemed to be a shirt, with sleeves, so he started pulling in on in a dazed state of confusion. Still the door swung toward him, seeming like the approach of armageddon. He could now see a yellow glow on the other side of the door, and became even more confused. He got the shirt all the way on, and his jeans zipped, and the door still was opening. Just before he could make out the figure within the yellow light, there was a bright flash, and a bril- liant globe of light rushed back at him, like a locomotive from hell. Johnny had time to throw an arm in front of his face and then it hit him. When the light struck him, it seemed once again to limn his body in a lambent glow for a second, and then faded. He could feel it inside him now. A loud droning in his ears assaulted him, and he started to feel an itching in his chest. As he reached for his heart, the feeling turned into a numbness that spread from his chest throughout his ribcage. His chest started to itch again and he started to rub it, thinking something just *might* be seriously wrong. His hand on his chest was being *pushed*. The fuzzy material of his shirt beneath his hand was rapidly swelling outward as the buzzing, itching sensation subsided there. He couldn't see in the dark, but his hands were nearly positive that those were big female breasts now protruding from his chest. Terrified, still unable to see (and not caring at this point) who was in the doorway, Johnny now noticed the itching in his abdomen and points south. As if he was being pulled in strange ways, he could feel his spine curving above his buttocks, which seemed to be swelling enormously. His mouth dropped open then, as he felt the itching sensation in his groin, and quickly reached down. It was too late, there was nothing down there now that he was famil- iar with. As he ran his hands down his now curvy hips in disbelief, he could still feel the muscles and bones in his legs rearranging themselves into a new and unfamiliar configuration. His hair crawled down his back until he could feel it lightly brushing the top of his ass. With one hand clutching his right breast, and the other one pressing frantically to his now smooth crotch, as if searching for something that would never be found, the lights suddenly came on with a flash as someone flipped the switch by the door. Johnny was momentarily blinded by the light, and although some- thing inside him screamed 'Don't look!', he squinted toward the door as he guiltily removed his hand from his groin. His eyes quickly adjusted and he recognized the figure in the doorway. It was one of the students from his 5 o'clock class, Phil Harris. "Oh, Er, Umm, Phil, what are you doing here this time of night?", he said, still thinking for a split second about explaining his way out of this, but part of his mind was wondering what young girl's voice was speaking. Phil stood there for a minute with a look of astonishment on his face, and then blurted out "Who are you, lady?" Johnny couldn't really think of a good answer for that one. As he glanced downward at the floor, he only now noticed that one hand was still clasped part way around one ample sweater-clad breast and quickly put both hands behind his back, where they couldn't get into any trouble. He was disturbed, though, at the way his fingers began toying with the silky hair hanging against the top of his ass, which seemed to jut out crazily. Still look- ing down, he noticed his breasts pointed straight at Phil, and the nipples were straining against the soft fabric in that way that had drove him crazy so often in the past, when he had been the observer instead of the observed. He looked up, as if following a laser beam emitting from his tits, and looked helplessly at Phil. Only now did he actually look him in the eyes. He suddenly could not look away from those two pupils for several seconds, and sensed that same strange power once again, although this time seeming to emanate from the man's eyes. Everything changed. Suddenly this guy that Johnny barely knew seemed incredibly, indescribably fascinating. Without volition, Johnny found himself sway slightly, and take a step towards Phil. "I'm Honey", his mouth purred sexily as he took another step. "Don't say it! Don't say it!", part of his mind commanded, as he took another step forward, now swiveling his hips back and forth with every movement, but it came out anyway, ".. and I *love* you!" Again Phil was dumbstruck, this time unable to do or say any- thing. Now he was the one that couldn't believe reality as the incredible blond, blue-eyed stranger slinked forward with a look in her eyes that he had never seen before. Her pupils widely dilated, she was helplessly drawn to her un- knowing master. Honey felt like she was on fire on the surface, and she was scared shitless inside. "I can't do this, I'm not a woman", she moaned inwardly. But as if to prove her wrong, her hands both went up to fondle her breasts sexily, while her eyes never left Phil's. Then she reached him and he placed an arm around her perfect shoulders reflexively. Before she knew it, she was rubbing her tits against Phil's chest and had folded one leg around him and started rubbing her groin again his thigh. "This has to stop right now", she told herself firmly, but the body continued to grind and dry-hump, now accompanied by quicker breathing on Phil's part- and something else... Suddenly Honey lost her breath as she realized that the hard protruberance in Phil's jeans was a *cock*. The last vestiges of resistance in her evaporated instantly and her mind was filled with visions of that one member that strained scant inches away. She reached down with one hand and started rubbing Phil's penis through his blue jeans. By now he had recovered enough that he could help some. He grabbed the sweater and pulled it off over her head. He admired her centerfold-type tits for about one second and then joyously grabbed one in one hand and began to suck on the other one. "Oh, God, I want you so bad!", she moaned, as she started to fumble frantically with his zipper. Now, Phil was not a virgin, so he stripped off the jeans and leaned back over a lab table. Honey reached eagerly for his straining member, and started to caress it lovingly. She suddenly wanted desperately to take it into her mouth, because she knew that whatever gave her master pleasure would give her ten times as much pleasure. But something stopped her. "How do you want me, master?", she said involuntarily. Phil's panting slowed down after a moment, and he said, "What do you mean?" "I am your slave in all things, and this body is yours for whatever purpose you may desire", she intoned, and began stroking his cock again, bringing a little gasp from him. Phil got a thoughtful look on his face for a moment, and then a mischievious glint shone from his eyes. Thinking that this must be some sort of sorority prank, He con- sidered briefly, "Well, I've never had a blowjob before", he started to say, but as soon as the words were out Honey dropped to his cock and had it in her mouth. She had pumped it in and out two or three times, when Phil managed to gasp out, "also, I've never fucked a girl in the ass before..." Immediately, after one last long loving lick up the length of his shaft, Honey dropped to the floor on all fours, her back arched and her ass sticking up in the air, wriggling it sexily towards him. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me now, *please*!", she moaned as she gyrated on the floor. Still wondering if this might be some kind of elaborate prank, Phil tentatively put the head of his cock against her tender pink asshole. When she felt his member touch her, Honey swooned. As he started to press inward, only slightly lubricated from her saliva still on his organ, she felt a slight pain and an unfamiliar pulling. But for some reason, if the man fucking her got pleasure, the pain didn't matter. She arched her back more, and started buck- ing to meet his thrusts. Suddenly he pulled out of her, which caused her to pout and look down between her hanging breasts. Before she could say or do anything, he plunged his cock back into her, but this time into her vagina. She immediately felt a jolt that was entirely alien to her experience. Her whole being was now focused on the cock that now plunged in and out of a place that had never existed before. All she wanted in the world was to nurture and pleasure that cock, to the exclusion of all else. She levered up her ass even more, and bucked backward to meet each forward stroke. She moaned and cried, her breasts swinging wildly the whole time. When she felt Phil tensing up, she knew somehow that he was about to come. He started to pull out, but she bucked backwards frantically, twisting her ass from side to side. He came exposively, and she found herself squeezing and releasing her vagina muscles around the cock, sucking out the last drop. Both lovers collapsed on the floor at this point, still breathing in great gusts of air, still holding on to each other. "Boy, I sure wish I could do that again right now!", sighed Phil. A strange light came into Honey's eyes, and with her mouth in a small 'o' of surprise, trancelike, she sat up and gazed down. She reached tentatively down towards The Cock and as her fingers drew near it, it seemed to quaver and jump a little, like a nail with a magnet approaching. She grasped it at it's base and slid her hand upwards. As she did this, Phil's penis swelled and hardened immediately in her palm, accompanied by a shudder and a gasp from Phil. He looked at her in wonder for a moment, then got up on one arm and reached for a now slightly shaking breast. Honey, leaned back and sighed. She ran her hands down her flat abdomen to the fine curly pubic hair between her thighs, toyed briefly with a lock of it, then swept both hands to her smooth inner thighs and spread her legs wide in an invitation that no man could ever refuse. Phil rolled over on top of her and rested his stomach lightly on top of her mons veneris, still caressing one spectacular breast and squeezing the erect nipples. His other hand grasped the swooping curve of her hip as he pressed his groin against hers. She could feel the head of his penis alternately rubbing her ass and poking her in various places down there. Without conscious effort, she reached down and firmly grasped the Cock in one hand, and carefully placed the head at exactly the spot that would guarantee entry. Then she grasped his biceps with both hands and closed her eyes. He pressed forward slowly, causing Honey to gasp involuntarily. As he achieved more and more depth, she started to moan, high and soft, even as she reflexively spread her legs wider and arched her spine more to improve the angle of the dangle. Ever so slowly, he lowered and thrust until full penetration occurred, that magical interlock that forced her to cry out as pleasure jolted through her body, feeling him pressed all the way against her thighs and her stomach, and all the way inside her. He still pushed, and started to bear up, creating friction on her previously unused clitoris. She started breathing very heavily now, moaning passionately all the while. She swiveled her hips to increase his pleasure as waves of pleasure burned upwards and her breasts heaved up and down bravely. He withdrew until once again just the head of his penis was pressed against her hot wet vagina lips. Honey crooned, 'Please, oh please, fuck the *shit* out of me!", as she caressed his narrow hips and then clutched at his but- tocks, striving to pull him back into her and straining upwards, needing desperately to clasp the Cock tightly again, as much as a heroin addict ever needed his fix. At this Phil lost the last vestiges of control and *plunged* his shaft all the way into the luscious pussy again and again. She moaned loudly as orgasms shook her entire body in incredible waves. Phil rammed into her faster and faster, until once again she felt that indescribable tensing in his body, and then the hot gushing sesation within her. Once again they both collapsed on the floor, holding each other and breathing deeply, but much more slowly now. "Well, I guess it does work.", Honey mused as she gingerly touched the curly wet hair between her legs and wondered at the fluids seeping gently there from inside her.