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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Zodiac Coin: Leo (tg, magic) [4/5]
Date: Fri,  3 May 2002 05:10:03 -0400
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Here's my latest.

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 
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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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"Are you sure you want to charge that much? I can get a T-shirt for 
about 20 from any vendor that sells them at the mall, sometimes even 
less than that."

June, who was standing in the door of her office, said, "Not for a 
custom design, you can't. Unless you're talking about the most simple 
of designs, a good custom shirt will run thirty or more, easy."

Just then, Judy walked in. Tonya could tell by the smell of her that 
she was ready, willing, and able for some hot sex. With a deep 
breath, June said, "If you two will excuse me, my wife and I have 
prior business," then let her wife into the office and closed the 
door behind them.

Once they were alone, Jamaal asked, "Did you smell something?"

"A deep, musky smell?" Jamaal nodded. "That was Judy. She gets that 
way every time she feels horny. You get a similar smell, although, to 
me, far more intoxicating."

"Oh, really?"

Then Tonya smelled it. Jamaal was becoming aroused by the fact that 
he could have such an effect on Tonya. Tonya started breathing 
heavily and said, "That's the smell!" and pulled Jamaal to her, 
surrounded him in her arms, and French kissed him deeply.

With her arms wrapped around him, she held and rubbed him, and that 
was when she felt it. "Honey," she asked, "are you wearing a bra?"

The smell suddenly disappeared with a speed that made Tonya believe 
it should almost have been accompanied by a breeze. "She makes me 
wear one!" Jamaal said in a whiny voice better suited to a five 
year-old. "Yesterday, she let me just wear the panties, but today, 
she just pressured me until I wore both."

"The lioness? I thought you said you could resist her."

"I can if I really want to. It's just..."

After a suitable period of waiting for him to find his words and not 
having him do so, Tonya finished, "You don't really want to?"

Jamaal nodded. "I've always wondered what they felt like on you, and, 
with the lioness standing over me, I just couldn't find the will to 
say no." He looked down shamefully. "You don't think and some kind 
of... freak or anything, do you?"

"Actually, hun, I find it really exciting." And that was the truth. 
Despite the fact that the smell wasn't present, the thought of Jamaal 
in panties and a bra was really turning her on. Without the smell, it 
wasn't as physical or intense, but the excitement was definitely 
there.

Jamaal's one word response of, "Really?" was preceded by the smell 
returning, twice as strong as it was before.

Tonya was forced to take a deep breath in order to get enough oxygen 
through the smell, which, of course, only caused her to take in more 
of the aroma that was driving her wild. "Damn it, babe! If I don't 
get you to some place private, I'm gonna rip off your clothes right 
where you stand, wherever that happens to be in about five seconds."

Jamaal got a lascivious look on his face. "You know, that door has a 
lock on it," he said nodding his head at the outside door, "and in 
the time it takes you to lock it, I could be down to bra and panties."

She responded, "Even with those two in the other room?" and nodded 
towards the inner office.

"They know what we're going through. They've been through it 
themselves. Besides, how many times have you had to put up with 
hearing them go at it in the inner office?"

"Good point. I'll get the door; you get undressed." Tonya walked 
over, closed the door, and locked it. When she turned around, Jamaal 
was down to bra and panties, just stepping out of his pants. She 
couldn't believe how hot he looked in her lacy, pink lingerie, but 
there he was. "God, you look fantastic," she commented.

Jamaal struck some effeminate poses. "You really think so?"

She responded by quickly moving to him and plastering her mouth to 
his. After their kiss, she led him to her desk and lifted him up, 
setting him on the edge. She knelt on the floor between his legs, 
pulled the elastic of the panties down, and proceeded to give him a 
blow job.

After his first orgasm, Jamaal didn't soften in the slightest. Tonya 
stood up, took his dick in hand, stroked it a bit, and said, "Is my 
horny lioness already ready for more?"

"Oh, yeah, another thing to thank the lioness for. That rush I was 
talking about allows me to keep going and going," he said, imitating 
the Eveready commercial.

"Good, because there's something I want to try. Keep your legs spread 
open." She pulled her panties down and let them drop to the floor, 
hiked her skirt up, then got up close to him and tried to slide him 
into her pussy, but she just couldn't get him inside her at the right 
angle with him sitting on the edge of the desk. "Damn it! I'm just 
not tall enough!" She mentally added the word, "yet", but didn't know 
if he knew about her growing more, more importantly, how he would 
react, so she kept quiet.

"I think I know what you want," he said as he slid off the desk. With 
his feet planted firmly on the floor, he spread his legs and bent his 
knees, lowering his dick to exactly the right level for Tonya to 
slide onto it.

In an imitation of Mr. Burns from the "Simpsons", she said a hissed, 
"Excellent!" took his dick in hand, and slid on top of him. She then 
held him by the shoulders and proceeded to bang her hips against him 
as though she were the guys and she had the dick. After about five 
minutes of that, she had her first orgasm, but just continued to bang 
away until she had experienced two more. With her third orgasm, 
Jamaal came at the same time, spraying deeply into her cunt.

Then might have kept going, but just then they heard June say, "Now 
that brings back memories."

They turned and saw the two post transformation women standing in the 
door, June's arm wrapped around Judy, and Judy snuggled up against 
her. When Jamaal tried to bury his face in Tonya's shoulder, Judy 
said, "Don't be embarrassed, hun. We went through this not that long 
ago. We know what you're going through," echoing Jamaal's earlier 
sentiments.

Judy slipped from her wife's arm and walked over to where she could 
get a better look at Jamaal. She pointed at the feminine 
undergarments he was wearing and asked, "Those Tonya's?"

"Yes. So?"

"Hey, relax. Didn't anybody tell you?" Judy pulled up the hem of her 
skirt. Her panties were gone (from her earlier sex play with the 
June), and Jamaal could see the dick hanging from her clean shaven 
crotch. "When I said that we have been there earlier, I meant that we 
have been EXACTLY where you are now. I know the feel and love of a 
good, lacy pair of panties surrounding one's dick. But let's face it, 
a lioness needs her own wardrobe. Not only are those not yours, they 
don't really fit. A lioness can hardly feel ready for prowling if it 
feels like her hips and butt have been strapped in tighter than a 
prisoner in an electric chair."

Judy looked at Tonya and asked, "May I borrow your lioness for the afternoon?"

"What for?"

"A shopping trip, of course!"

"I don't know. June just bought me a couple new suits. I don't want to impose."

Judy made a dismissive noise and said, "Don't talk nonsense. We can 
afford it." Then, speaking as though she clearly thought it was a 
stupid idea, she said, "If you must, you can pay us back some other 
time."

Before Tonya could respond, June said, "You might as well give in, 
dear. When it comes to shopping, my dear wife is as relentless as any 
woman could be."

Tonya gave an exasperated sigh. "Oh, all right, but try not to go overboard."

Judy's only response to Tonya's statement was a mischievous smile. To 
Jamaal she said, "You better get dressed. Last time I checked, people 
tended to frown on anybody walking through the street in their 
undies."

After Jamaal got approval from Tonya, he walked over and started 
getting dressed in his old, male clothes. While he was doing that, 
Tonya asked, "June, can I use your office bathroom to get dressed in 
my new clothes?"

June shrugged. "I see why you just don't dressed right here, but, if 
you must, go ahead."

"If it were just dressing, I might just do that, but I also need to 
clean up a little," she said as she slipped past her boss.

When she got finished, Jamaal and Judy were gone. She sat down behind 
her desk and spent the afternoon working normally. At 5, she quickly 
left, as she had done every day since Jamaal had made his wish. As 
soon as she was through the door at home, she called out, "I'm home! 
Are you home yet, Jamaal?"

 From the kitchen, she heard, "In here."

She walked into the main living area and looked into the kitchen. At 
first, she thought she saw a pretty, young lady, but then she 
realized it was Jamaal, dressed up to appear as feminine as possible. 
He wouldn't be passable if someone gave him close scrutiny, but he 
definitely looked nice.

Jamaal pirouetted in place, causing the skirt of the dress to flare 
outward, and asked, "What do you think?"

"You look great."

"You're not just saying that? Judy took me to a little shop she knows 
about. It specializes in making guys look like girls, or, as they put 
it, helping men express their inner woman. Everybody there said I was 
really pretty, but I'm not sure if that was because they meant it or 
because they were trying to get me to buy more stuff."

Trust me, love. They may have been wanting you to buy more stuff, but 
they definitely weren't lying about you being pretty."

"Really?"

Tonya purposefully put a lascivious smile on her face. "Why don't you 
come over here and let me show you how pretty you are?" As as soon as 
she complimented him, she was rewarded with the smell. She opened her 
arms to him, and Jamaal ran straight into her embrace.

After a passionate kiss, Jamaal said, "Let's take this in the 
bedroom. I've got some slinky lingerie that I want to model for you."

They walked together into the bed, and Tonya was shocked at what she 
saw. Except for the bed and a short walking strip from the door to 
the bed, the room was buried in bags of clothes, two or three bags 
deep in some places. "Damn, babe! Did you buy out the entire store?"

In a femininely coy manner, Jamaal replied, "Well, they did call me 
pretty." He he snuggled up close to her and started tracing little 
circles on her chest with his finger. "You aren't too angry with me, 
are you? You're not gonna make me take all these pretty clothes back, 
are you?"

"No, I'm not going to make you take them back. What I am going to do, 
however, is make you pay June and Judy back for every cent that was 
spent on these clothes. It'll be a strong incentive for you to make a 
success out of your home business."

"Okay, but I think getting them to accept the money will be like 
pulling teeth."

"We'll find a way. Either that or we'll take the same amount money 
donated to charity, but you will earn your pretty frillies. 
Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good it. Now, I believe you said something about lingerie he wanted 
me to see on you?"

Jamaal actually squealed happily, clapped his hands like a 
schoolgirl, and bounced a little bit. Then he turned and started 
digging in a pile of bags near the door. As he started to pull some 
lacy lingerie out, Tonya asked, "Jamaal, don't take this the wrong 
way, but are you a closet cross dresser or transsexual or something 
like that?"

Jamaal looked at her like she was crazy. "Not that I'm aware of. Why 
do you ask? clothes"

"It's just that you seem to be jumping into this without hesitation. 
 From the way June described it, Judy took weeks to come to grips with 
what was happening, but here is, less than a week, and you're buying 
a roomful of clothes like some rich debutante on a spending spree. 
Saw was just wondering what was going."

Jamaal considered her words before saying, "I'm not exactly sure 
either. I discussed it with Judy today. She thinks that the faster 
one makes friends with the lioness, the faster the transformation 
proceeds, at least the mental aspects of it."

"So what does that mean? You're making friends with a been trying to 
turn you into a girl?"

"I guess so, yeah. She's not really all that bad."

"This is the same being you described as an overbearing teacher? 
Where did the sudden change of heart come from?"

Jamaal was silent for a little while. Finally, he said, "Yesterday, 
at the library. You know I've got a friend who works there?" Tonya 
shook her head negatively. "He works as a check out guy. And when he 
was younger, he tried to start a couple of businesses of his own, 
both of which failed miserably. You know, I have looked into starting 
a business before, but, before this, every time I did, he was right 
there with stories about how 9 out of 10 starting businesses fail in 
their first year, about how complicated all the new tax forms are, 
about how I'll have to jump through all these hoops in order start a 
new business, and lots of other stuff like that."

"Sounds like he's just bitter over his own losses."

"Probably, but it was enough to scare me. My fear, my biggest fear, 
was failing you. That I'd try something like starting a new business, 
but I'd blow it, and drag you down with me. But this time, when he 
started in with all his crap," Jamaal whistled in amazement. "Let's 
just say it's a good thing that no one but me can see the lioness. I 
think he would've exploded right there on the spot. Then she was 
there, propping me up, and I let him know just where he could shelve 
his stupid crap."

"Good for you!"

"Thanks, anyway, me and the lioness have chatted a few more times 
since then. If she has to, yes, she can be the overbearing teacher 
type, but she prefers to help. If I turn to her first, there's 
nothing I can't do!"

"Great! You'll let me know if the lioness starts speeding up the 
physical transformation?"

"Of course."

Tonya's nose was filled with the aroma of Jamaal's excitement. "That 
turns you on, doesn't it?!"

"What?"

"The thought of becoming a woman." Jamaal's smell intensified. "Oh 
yeah, baby, you're getting real excited!"

"Okay, I admit it. The thought of growing real boobs and luscious 
curves does make me excited."

"Which in turn makes me hot and bothered."

"Oh, really?" Jamaal put a husky tone in his voice. "How hot and bothered?"

Tonya stiffened, trying to fight the wave of desire from Jamaal's 
smell. "Babe, you've got a choice. Either get changed or get naked, 
'cause if you just keep standing there trying to get me hot and 
bothered, in about 30 seconds, I'm going to rush over there and rip 
your clothes off and to hell with what's in these bags."

"Well, since I've got to take these clothes off first," Jamaal leaned 
over, showing plenty of the cleavage his fake boobs gave him, "and I 
do have plenty more clothes and all these bags," he palmed his fake 
tits and juggled them a bit, "Why don't you go ahead and and rip 
these clothes right off of me, and then satisfy your lusts before I 
start modeling all the clothes I've got."

Tonya needed no more prompting. With a very real growl, she leapt at 
Jamaal. With a very fake shriek of fright, he happily let her rip his 
clothes off and slake her physical needs upon him.

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


-- 
"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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