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Altered Fates: Old Aunt Ida
by Kokopelli
Contact the author at kokepelli@phuze.com
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As the door slammed shut behind her, Janet greeted her husband Victor warmly. She laid down her collection of shopping bags and gave him a hug.
"Hi Vic! Hey nice threads. When did you get them?"
"Yesterday, while I was downtown. Find anything interesting?"
"Yeah, I'll show in a bit. I found a nice surprise for you. But you _have_ to tell me where you got that dress. I either want to borrow it or get one like it."
Yes, Vic had on a dress. He'd been a cross dresser for years, and had nearly gone insane before finally telling Jane a year ago. To his surprise, she was very supportive. Although his size and proportions meant he could never actually pass as a woman, Jane didn't mind that he wore feminine clothing around the house. She'd found that it made him much more attentive and agreeable. And that meant their sex life improved dramatically. The confession had saved his life, and his marriage. He still sometimes drifted off course, wishing futilely that he could go outside while dressed up without getting whacked in the head with a baseball bat.
"Well," Vic continued, "I found it in Yolanda's thrift shop. It was all she had yesterday that would fit me. I don't think she has another one, and this certainly won't fit you. Sorry."
"Oh well. Anyway, help me carry this stuff upstairs. I'll show you your surprise in a few minutes."
They trudged up the stairs, Vic helping to carry all the packages. She sent him off to his study while she unpacked everything. Finally she called for him to return.
"OK, now, take off your clothes," she ordered.
"Huh? My surprise is you're gonna ravage me?"
"No, dear. Just trust me, take everything off."
Shrugging, he pulled the dress over his head, then removed his bra and panties. At Janet's request he closed his eyes, then felt a heavy chain around his neck. As he opened his eyes he saw he was now wearing a heavy bronze looking medallion with some sort of wiggly writing around the edge.
"You made me get naked for a necklace?" he asked.
"No, silly, but do you like it?"
"Its actually kind of ugly, looks like something an old hippie would wear."
"Well I think you'll come to like it. Now close your eyes, I didn't say you could peek."
He did as he was told, and soon afterward felt her push something against the medallion.
"OK, you can open them."
He did so, and immediately felt a little odd. His skin sort of tingled. He felt a distinctly odd sensation from his genitals. Looking down, he saw his penis shrinking before his eyes. Not believing what they told him, he grabbed his penis, and noticed that his balls were also shrinking fairly rapidly. He looked up and saw Janet standing there with a huge grin. Soon his male genitals were replaced by female ones. He noted that the rapidly forming vagina was real, and readily accepted a finger. He shook his head vigorously, trying to wake up from this dream. His skin continued to tingle as all his body hair disappeared. He noticed he was a little shorter now. Looking into the full length mirror, he watched his body shrink further, and take on more feminine proportions. He felt his breasts expand, and soon felt their weight bobbling about as he moved. His face became thinner and pretty. His hair lengthened until it fell around his shoulders. Thirty minutes after the necklace went over his head, Vic was looking in the mirror at a very pretty young woman. He just stood there in shock.
"Wow!" Janet commented. "You turned out great!"
"What the hell happened? As much as I've always wanted this, it can't be real. I'm gonna be very disappointed when I wake up."
"No you won't. It is real. I found this thing in a pawn shop a couple of weeks ago. I suspected it had been stolen, but the pawn broker insists its not. Remember Linda? She's my old college roomie, now she's a curator at the Museum?" She paused until she got an affirmative nod. "Im showed it to her, and she dug up some interesting facts. So interesting that I almost couldn't get it back from her. It's called the medallion of Zulo. It's from Africa, and she thinks it may be bronze age. It is priceless. But even better, it has this little effect, which you've just been part of."
Janet held out her hand, showing Vic a pair of panties, which is what she'd touched to the medallion.
"If something touches the medallion while someone is wearing it, they become a duplicate of whoever owned the object. I borrowed these. They belong to Yolanda's daughter. Oh, and also, you can't change back for 12 hours. At least that's what they mythology book said."
"This is really weird. I don't know what else to say about it. What am I supposed to wear, though. Looks like I'm a little smaller than you."
Janet merely pointed to several outfits arrayed on the bed. Vic had missed them completely, preoccupied as he had been with being naked and being transformed. He rapidly got dressed, thoroughly enjoying the ability to put these clothes on and have them not only fit, but look good.
"Now," Janet said, "Another surprise. Wait here."
She grabbed the medallion and headed for the bathroom. Three minutes later she returned, wearing nothing but the medallion. She grabbed a pair of Vic's underwear and touched it to the medallion. She was soon sporting Vic's old genitals, and half an hour later was his twin. Vic merely watched in amazement. This thing was going to provide a lot of entertainment.
Janet finally turned to Vic with a wolfish grin. "Now to find out how this new stuff works," she said with a wink. Vic blanched. He hadn't thought about that part yet. The prospect both terrified and excited him. But he managed to gain some time by suggesting dinner out, then perhaps dessert.
They spent the next three hours dressed and practicing their new roles. Janet then spent 20 minutes doing Vic's makeup, and they left the house. Janet drove, using Vic's license. Dinner was at a small Italian place, where they managed to have a small amount of intimacy. Even so, they kept their conversation innocuous. They had to strain to keep their mannerisms appropriate to their new bodies, but no one seemed to notice anything amiss.
The hour of reckoning finally arrived for Vic. After they arrived home and locked the house for the night, Janet picked Vic up and carried him upstairs. Her new strength was just great (although Vic knew she'd regret it in the morning with some strained muscles - he hadn't been in _that_ good of shape). But Vic didn't resist. In fact he pulled Janet into the bed with him. In moments they were both naked again, and very excited. Vic nearly screamed when Janet entered him. This sensation was just so pleasurable, and it got even better as Janet began thrusting. Vic was overcome by a series of orgasms, and hardly noticed when Janet was finally through. They lay there for quite some time, Janet's new penis still inside of Vic. And soon enough it regained its stiffness and Janet brought Vic to new heights of ecstasy. They finally fell asleep in each other's arms.
****
The weekend finally arrived. Janet and Vic had been spending more and more of them in other people's bodies. Vic had enjoyed being a twin of Yolanda's daughter, who appeared to be around 25, as well as being Janet a few times. But lately they'd decided to try different people. Yolanda's provided a steady stream of new things to try. Janet did most of the shopping , so it was usually Vic who was the most surprised. But even so, they never knew who they'd be. Janet was always male, but had found herself in bodies ranging from about 16 to 60, and in various races. Vic was always female, and had seen the same age and race ranges. It was always a thrill, but there had been a couple of not quite so fun episodes. For instance, one weekend Vic found himself as a 35 year old statuesque blonde. That had been a lot of fun until he tried to turn back on Sunday night. He found out why he'd been cramping all afternoon, and found that the medallion wouldn't turn him back while he was menstruating. So Vic got to experience one more aspect of womanhood, one he'd just as soon do without. Janet had to call him in sick for four days before he was able to get his own body back. It was all she could do to keep a straight face during the episode.
When they were in compatible bodies they would typically go out for a night on the town. A couple of times Janet stayed as herself, or she went out as Yolanda's daughter. This is where Vic learned how it feels to be propositioned by strange men. And some of them were quite strange. In just one evening at a popular bar he was invited aboard a UFO, invited to train at a survivalist camp, asked to bear a child, and met Elvis. Vic thanked his lucky stars that he was not really a single woman in this town. It had to be rough. After this and a few other near disasters they stopped going out as two women. If they went, Janet always took a man's body. She was beginning to like those better anyway.
But this weekend, Janet went a bit further than normal. She touched the medallion and Vic felt the familiar tingling sensation. He watched as his genitals disappeared (he always got a thrill watching that happen), and he lost his body hair. But as he shrunk, his hips didn't take on a feminine appearance, and breasts never appeared. At last, he stopped shrinking. Janet towered above him.
"Oh, come on now, Janet," he complained in a very tiny voice, looking in the mirror. "How old am I supposed to be?"
"Around 5, I think. I just thought you might appreciate the chance to experience being a little girl. You certainly like being an adult one, so you oughtta know what the other end is like. Besides, old Aunt Ida is coming for the weekend. And you know we lied to her when we told her we had a daughter. She's your aunt, and it was your idea. So now Vic has to be out of town, and you get to be Helen. She'll be outta here Sunday afternoon, so just have some fun with it. Please."
"Why the hell didn't you tell me she was coming. We both could've ducked out of town."
"Now Helen, be nice. I know she's a bit overbearing, but she's basically nice. And you do want to be in her will."
"So now its Helen, no more Vic. All right, I'll go along with it. Just make sure you get her out of here on time. I've got a very important meeting Monday morning." It all sounded slightly ludicrous from the mouth of a five year old girl, but Janet nodded, then hid the medallion. It wouldn't do for old Aunt Ida to find it.
*****
The weekend had been interminably long for Helen. Aunt Ida loved to pinch cheeks, and Helen's were feeling a bit raw by the time she left. And Helen was bored to distraction. Janet had hurriedly bought some toys, mostly dolls, and had spent a fortune on them. But Vic had no interest whatsoever in little girl's toys. Janet thought that was unfortunate, as an adult woman's behavior is shaped by those toys. She briefly considered making him do this again, for a week or two, just so he'd learn. But for now, they just had to deal with Aunt Ida. The old woman had been disappointed in not seeing Vic, but said she understood that sacrifices had to be made sometimes, and Vic was a good provider. He must be really dedicated to his job to skip this visit. If she only knew what Vic was really dedicated to. Probably have a heart attack right there. But they endured, Aunt Ida truly believed she'd had a good visit, and finally left mid afternoon. Janet made Vic stay as Helen until bedtime, as punishment for being so cranky. Vic was not a happy camper, but they made up before going to bed. They always tried to do that, no matter what the disagreement was.
*****
The next weekend was payback time. Vic became Janet, and Janet became a four year old boy. It was lucky for Vic that they were accustomed to taking turns choosing the forms they'd take. That allowed him to escalate. Janet did not enjoy being a four year old boy any more than Vic had liked being Helen. Playing with toy soldiers and plastic guns did not interest her. Now she had an idea of what she'd put Vic through, even though she didn't have to endure the cheek pinching.
It now seemed to be war. The next weekend Helen was three, and in diapers. This, of course, did not please Vic. To top it off, she kept him that way until Monday morning. It made him late for work, and screwed up his whole day.
Janet realized that things would escalate. She knew at heart that she'd started it, so she let Vic turn her into a two year old boy. But Vic had goofed in his choice of diapers, and she ended up as an eleven month old, not even able to talk. Even though Vic swore it was truly an accident, Janet was furious. It was bad enough being a baby, but not being able to talk was very frustrating. Janet liked to talk.
So this weekend, she had a special surprise for Vic. She swore the baby wars were over. As usual, she told him to close his eyes as she brought out The Item. After she touched it to the medallion, Vic felt the familiar tingling, but it seemed much stronger this time. To him, this meant a more drastic change. He wondered what it would be. Had she lied about making him a baby again? He wondered. As usual, his male genitals were converted into female ones. So far so good. Then things began to go wrong. He lost _all_ of his hair, even his head hair. He continued shrinking, past where he thought the limit would be for an adult woman. So she had lied. He'd have to figure out a way to really get even. Then he noticed a light fuzz growing all over his body. What the hell?
"What's this, Janet?" he demanded.
"Well," she replied, "you've enjoyed the exotic women you've become, I thought I'd give you something even more exotic. Just wait and you'll see."
He watched in the mirror as the fuzz became an obvious fur coat. His hips changed shape, forcing him to his hands and knees. The bones in his legs changed length, and the bones in his feet fused. His toes became paws, his nails became claws. A tail sprung from his spine, startling him. The changes progressed up his torso, until his shoulders changed and he found himself supporting his front end with his arms. Those very same arms became forelegs, and his hands underwent a change similar to the feet. The changes proceeded up his neck and skull. His mouth and nose extended into a muzzle as his ears became floppy and rotated toward the top of his head. It still took only half an hour, but now Vic was a female mutt. She had paid him back for the lack of speech. He certainly couldn't talk.
"Oooh, that was cool," she told him. "By the way, your name is Fifi. I know you're not a poodle, but I like that for a dog's name." She fastened a collar around his neck, and continued. "I hope this is the end of our little war. You know I _always_ get the last word. If you promise, I won't keep you like this. OK?"
Vic decided he could only do one thing, surrender. He'd been afraid of her leaving him as Helen for good, but this time it was really scary. So he nodded.
"Good," Janet asserted. "You behave yourself this weekend, and tomorrow night I'll turn you back. Then maybe we can put this all behind us and go back to having some fun. I miss our outings, don't you?"
Fifi nodded again.
Janet sent him out in the yard. He wobbled out as best he could. Four legs were hard to control. Janet wasn't sure how well he could control his other bodily functions, so she left him out there all day. He spent the time sniffing around - it was amazing how this sense of smell worked, even though the hair in his eyes kept him from seeing very well. His vision was monochrome, of course, but he did find that he could detect motion very well. Once he saw a squirrel moving, so of course he chased it. It seemed fun at the time, but later he wondered to himself if he was truly becoming a dog. He didn't notice that Janet was watching, and laughing. He felt embarrassed and awkward relieving himself out in the yard. But mostly, he was bored. He finally curled up on the porch and went to sleep.
Janet let him in for dinner, feeding him human food, thank God, even though he did have to eat it from a dish on the floor. She let him stay in all night, only shooing him out to relieve himself before she went to bed.
Sunday went about the same. By dinner time, walking on four legs was feeling as natural as walking on two had been before. But he was still bored. A dog's life is not all its cracked up to be. Finally, after the last humiliation of eating supper as a dog, Janet hung the medallion around his neck and touched one of his shirts to it. In fifteen minutes he was finally able to stand upright, and at the 30 minute mark his own genitals finally reappeared. As Janet sat smirking, wondering how he could top this, and knowing she wouldn't let him, he turned and walked off, not saying a word, but still wearing the medallion. Her smirk wavered, but she fully expected him to return and yell, and things could get back to normal.
Vic spent the rest of the evening in the bedroom, with the door locked. He was struggling with a decision on what to do about Janet.
*****
Janet awoke to find Vic had already left for work. She was a little angry that he'd locked her out of the bedroom last night, but she could see why he might have been upset. She just wished he'd let her talk to him, and they could have worked things out. They always did.
When she finally went into the bedroom, she let out a gasp. Vic's clothes were strewn about the room, and she found a suitcase missing. All of his stuff was missing out of the bathroom. She stood there stunned, not believing he would leave her. He was a little angry, she thought, but he'll be back.
But two days later he wasn't back. And he must have taken the medallion, since she couldn't find it. Now all the fun had gone from her life. She finally decided to call Vic at work.
"Vic, its me," she started. "Why did you just leave? Why are you so mad?"
"Is this another one of your sick jokes?" he answered. "You really crossed the line on the last one. My lawyer is preparing the divorce papers, and I expect you'll sign them."
"Divorce! It was just a harmless prank. You are really over reacting."
"No, I don't think so. You proved you can't be trusted. Look, I'm busy right now. If you want to continue this, I'll stop by after dinner. I need more of my clothes anyway."
"Ok, I'll be home, but...." she stopped when she heard the dialtone in her ear.
*****
Vic walked through the front door and had to push Janet away as she tried to hug him.
"Look," he started, "I didn't come here to make up. You told me we were through with the games, and then I get to spend the weekend as a dog. It wasn't funny. I find that I don't like you any more. I can't trust you, and you still seem to have no concept of why. So I'm being as explicit as I can. Goodbye." He marched up the stairs to gather more clothes, followed closely by Janet, who was in tears.
"Oh, God," she cried, "it was just a harmless prank. And I didn't tell you I was through with the games, I only said I wouldn't turn you into a baby again. And I didn't."
"Yeah, but who woulda thought you'd do that. You intentionally humiliated me, and I don't feel like forgiving you for it."
"Please, just come back. I really didn't mean any harm, and I won't do anything like that again. We can just go back to having our fun weekends. I miss them. I miss you."
After a long, emotional tug-of-war, Vic relented. He went and checked out of his motel, returning to find Janet dressed in some very provocative things. But he wasn't in the mood. He told her that she would have to earn his trust again, and he wasn't sure how she could do that. But he was willing to at least live in the same house, as long as the medallion was somewhere else. And it was, remaining locked in a safe deposit box.
****
The months passed, and Vic gradually forgave Janet. It was five months before they had sex again, and that event marked a new watershed in their mending relationship. Neither said a word about the medallion until one day in mid-summer Vic came home to some bad news. Old Aunt Ida was coming for another visit. And this time she expected to see Vic, as well as Helen. They were in a panic, floundering until very late. It was Janet who came up with the winning idea. Obviously, they didn't want to spread knowledge about this magic medallion, but they knew one person who already knew they had it. Linda. All they had to do was talk her into being Helen for a weekend.
To Janet's eternal surprise, Linda agreed after only a short discussion. In return, she only asked one favor, which Vic reluctantly agreed to. The medallion would now have to come out of hiding.
*****
So it passed that Old Aunt Ida arrived one Friday night to find Helen already tucked into bed, and Vic and Janet anxiously awaiting her arrival. They caught up on the family news, and finally went to bed. Vic was particularly tired, both from work and nervousness about next week.
The weekend went smoothly. Helen tolerated the cheek pinching, Vic and Janet tolerated the overbearing matron. Both of them actually enjoyed Old Aunt Ida's tales of her travels, and even Helen seemed fascinated - remarkable for a six year old, Ida thought. And Ida enjoyed spending time with her great niece. It was the main reason she liked to visit. After all, Vic was an only child, and the last of the family line. Ida just wanted to make sure the family continued on.
When Ida departed Sunday evening they all breathed a sigh of relief. This was going to get nerve wracking if it continued. Vic was thinking of just telling her the truth, sort of - that they'd just borrowed a little girl to be Helen. But he was quickly overridden, even by Linda, who was staying over to collect on her favor. They decided to wait and see what Ida decided to do. They still wanted her inheritance.
Now it was time for Linda to get her wish. She put the medallion on and touched one of Vic's shirts to it. Vic sighed resignedly. Once Linda had become his twin, he put on the medallion and touched one of Janet's dresses to it. Janet felt kind of left out, but she owed this to Linda., who had always wanted to try out being a man. And since Linda was her lifelong best friend, Janet would have felt like a lesbian (not that there's anything wrong with that) making love to her, even though Linda would be in Vic's body. It just wouldn't seem right. So Vic was elected to become Janet. And Janet would just stay out of the way, maybe even try out another body and give Vic some variety. Vic would be taking the entire week off to help out. After all, Linda becoming a six year old was a _big_ favor.
Vic really didn't mind being a woman like this, he just felt a little guilty about Janet, like he was cheating on her. But it had been her idea, so he buried the thought and continued to enjoy Linda's thrusting until he exploded in an orgasm, and felt Linda shudder shortly afterward. Linda sighed, rolled off, and went to sleep. After a while, so did Vic.
The sleep was short lived. The phone rang incessantly, until Vic finally picked it up.
"Sorry to wake you, Janet dear." God, it was Old Aunt Ida. At 1:30 in the morning. "My flight was canceled. I've been waiting for hours to see if I could still get out, but the rest of the flights were full, and now I'm stuck. If you don't mind, I'm going to come back for the night. I'll see what I can do for tomorrow."
"Sure, we'll be expecting you in about an hour?"
"Or sooner, traffic is pretty light this late. Bye now."
"JANET!" Vic yelled after he hung up. "Get in here now!"
Linda was sitting up by then, puzzled at the panic, and Janet came trotting in wondering what had panicked Vic.
"Aunt Ida just called. Her plane had problems and they canceled her flight. She couldn't get out, and now she's on her way back."
"Then just switch back," came the real Janet's reply. "Linda, you surely won't mind another few hours as Helen?"
"Doesn't matter whether she would or not," Vic shrugged. "We can't change for another 9 hours. And Ida will be here in 45 minutes." He looked expectantly at Janet.
"Oh, shit, I suppose you want me to be Helen," Janet complained.
"I don't see any other choice, Janet. Besides, you're the only one who hasn't had that experience. You really can't complain."
"Oh, all right." she finally relented. "Sheesh, the things I do for you. Where is the medallion?"
Vic got up and retrieved the medallion from a drawer, and placed it over Janet's head. He touched one of Helen's dresses to it, the one Linda had been wearing just a few hours ago. As Janet shrank and lost her adult features, Vic sat on the bed with a sour look on his face. He was beginning to regret the reconciliation. A week in this body with Linda in his was beginning to sound more and more pleasant. Finally, Janet retreated to Helen's room, put on some pajamas, and went to sleep. Vic hid the medallion again, and put on a gown and robe to greet Aunt Ida.
****
Old Aunt Ida did not leave the next day. Nor the next. In fact, it was not until Thursday that they got her safely aboard an airplane. They all sighed in relief. Linda sighed more because now she had Vic all to herself. His Old Aunt Ida had somewhat interfered with her enjoyment of being in Vic's body.
Janet lost no time in demanding to be returned to her former self. Again wearing the sour expression, Vic trudged up the stairs and into the bedroom. Digging through Janet's lingerie drawer, he searched for the medallion. He could have sworn that he'd hidden it there. He turned around to face the others, wearing a puzzled expression.
"Did either of you get the medallion out? I can't find it."
"No, not me," the other two answered in unison.
Vic dug harder, more frantically. Janet was looking panic- stricken. Even Vic was worried. He'd promised a week, which wasn't over yet, but if he couldn't find the medallion, well...
His hands finally grasped a sheet of paper. Pulling it out, he discovered it was a note from Aunt Ida. That was odd, what would she be doing in Janet's lingerie drawer? He read it aloud.
"Hi Vic, Janet, Helen, and even Linda," he started. At Linda's name Vic and Janet looked at Linda, who only returned a weak smile.
"Since you are reading this," he continued, "I know you've discovered something missing. When I got back to your house Sunday night, you all were acting terribly strange. I couldn't figure it out. But Monday I discovered Helen playing with some sort of medallion."
At that Vic gave Helen a very hard stare, but then read on. "It looked old and valuable, something a small child shouldn't be playing with. When I asked her where she got it, she wouldn't say anything. Very stubborn, just like Janet, and very unlike the Helen I'd spent the weekend with. So I took it away from her and asked Vic about it. Vic was also acting strangely. But I finally got the story out of him. As you know, I can be persuasive. Especially when someone doesn't act like they used to. So I know all about Linda, and you, Vic. Linda explained how the medallion works. I never knew you were interested in being a woman, Vic. I don't mind, really. You make a good one, I've seen that with my own eyes. And Janet makes a wonderful child. She's always behaved like one, so now I suppose her body fits. I hope you can raise her to be a better adult this time around. Yes, I have the medallion. I think you all are better off staying as you are. So I'm going to begin addressing you as your new selves. Get used to it, since you won't get the medallion back. I'm going to sell it when I get home.
"Vic, I know you used to be an archeologist. You obviously can't go back to that job now, so I'm going to set you up in a business. Janet, you can help him get started, since you are also out of work now. Just mail in you resignations. As for you, Helen, I've always thought you were a spoiled brat. I know you pretended to be nice to me, but I think you were just looking for my inheritance. So I'm charging your new parents to raise you a little better this time.
"I think that takes care of everything. Have fun, kids, I'll be in touch. Love, Ida."
The newly formed family sat around staring at each other, completely stunned. But soon both Vic and Janet wore wispy smiles. Helen merely cried.
The End.
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