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Reversal RingsIII: Lost and Found
by Morpheus
Contact the author at morpheus@phuze.com
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This is the third Reverse Rings episode and continues the story of the rings. This one can be read on its own without having read the previous episodes. The Spells R Us store or Old Man aren't actually in this story, though both are mentioned, and the trouble originated from that store earlier.
Steve Carls was depressed. Not the kind of depressed where you went and slit your wrist, but the lesser kind, where you sit in front of the T.V. eating ice-cream all day kind. He was only 25 but felt that his life was over. He had no desire to end his live, but hadn't any real desire to live it either. He had a lousy job with a jerk boss and no future. He couldn't afford college so that he could get a better job, or give up the time. No girlfriend, or any strong prospects being shy around women and a bit overweight. He just felt like his life was going nowhere.
Steve had heard stories about a place in the Mall called Spells R Us that sold actual magic, and had considered going to see if it were true. He felt he could certainly use some magic in his life. While thinking about it, he decided to go and get some fresh air, so took a brief walk to a nearby park. He was panting by the time he got there, despite it being no great distance, and only got more depressed thinking how bad of shape he was in.
Sitting in the park, on a bench was relaxing for Steve, though it didn't really cure his depression, only dampened it. He watched a pair of teens tossing a football, while a dog ran between them chasing after it, and saw a group of children playing on a swing. It slowly made him more depressed again, thinking how much fun they were having, and all the potential they still had.
Getting up from his seat on the bench, Steve decided walk across the park and take the long way home knowing he could use the exercise. While walking across the grass, he saw a gleam of sunlight reflecting off of something a few feet away. Thinking that it was glass from a broken bottle, Steve bent over to pick it up before some barefoot kid cut their foot open.
As he bent over however, he saw that it wasn't a piece of glass, but was a ring. He picked it up and looked at it. It looked like it was made of gold, and seemed rather plain. The sort of ring that could fit on either a man or a womans hand without seeming odd. He noticed a few lines running around the ring in some form of patter, but it was faint, and when he rubbed it with his fingers, he couldn't feel the lines.
He decided that someone probably lost it while playing football or on a picnic. There wasn't any telling how long it had sat there, though he didn't think it was more than a few weeks. No one had been near the spot that he could see, so he didn't know who owned it.
"Well" he muttered to himself "I guess its finders keepers. I wonder how much its worth." He slipped it into his pocket planning to take it to a pawn shop and see how much he could get for it. "I guess my luck is improving" he said to no one in particular as he continued home.
After eating dinner Steve plopped himself down on his couch, and opened a beer. He was about to start flipping through channels to see what was on, when he remembered the ring he'd found earlier. He dug it out of his pocket and held it up to the light, looking to see if whoever lost it had their name or initials carved inside. He didn't' see any clue as to who lost it, not that he really cared.
Flipping the ring between his fingers and rolling it around his hand seemed a little relaxing. Absent mindedly, he slipped it on his ring finger to see if it would fit.
Suddenly the world exploded into vertigo, with blurs of light jumping before his eyes. He felt incredibly dizzy and unbalanced, and tried to stand up, only to fall to the floor.
He felt himself drowning, and struggled against the water surrounding him, trying to find some sense of balance, then was relieved to feel the grasp of something solid against his hand. He pulled himself up to the wall, gasping for breath and wondering what happened to him. How did he end up in the water? He wondered if he'd gotten drunk and blacked out some time.
Holding the wall, he breathed deeply, trying to figure out where he was and get his bearings. He felt swollen and felt some thing pushing up against his chest. Looking down he was amazed to see a pair of breasts and a bikini top on his chest, pushing into the wall he was holding onto. He was confused for a second, then realized that someone must have put a pair of those costume breasts on him as a joke. Well, he thought, it wasn't funny.
He looked around and saw that he was hanging onto the edge of an outdoor swimming pool, and that he was alone. He wondered how he got there then decided to climb out of the pool, then answer his questions. He pulled himself up and over the edge with an ease that surprised him, and sat on the pools edge. He didn't recognize the place, wherever it was.
Steve grabbed for the false breasts and was shocked at how real they felt to him, as if they were his. Then he noticed his hands. "What the Fuck" he said as he pulled them up to his face, at the same time noticing the long manicured red nails, and the very odd tone of his voice. He looked closer at his hands and realized almost at once that these weren't just false nails glued to his hands while he was out. His hands were smaller for one thing, and the fingers were thinner. They were definitely not his hands. The only thing that looked familiar on them was the ring on his finger.
Standing up Steve looked down at himself, noticing his whole body was wrong. He saw that he was wearing a red bikini, and that his figure was most definitely that of a woman, and a rather curvaceous one at that. Shocked and confused, he started to examine his body, sure that he must be dreaming. He saw that he had long smooth legs, and a thin waist. He didn't see any hair on his arms or legs, and when pulling his hair, saw that it was a dark blonde and down to his shoulder blades. He could feel the weight of all that wet hair pulling on his head.
Nearly at a panic, Steve grabbed at his crotch finding his usual equipment missing, and the are feeling sort of smooth. He didn't even want to look without the bikini off. He looked around trying to find a clue as to what caused this, whatever THIS was. He noticed that he was in a rather large yard, with some fairly well gardened bushes, and a nice high wall. He saw that he was in the back of a large white house, and that he was all alone.
Sitting down on a pool chair, he tried to get some stability and figure out what happened. He thought that maybe whomever was in the house would know what was going on, so got up and walked to the back patio door, noticing that his balance was really off, and that the weight of his breasts was pulling down a bit, making him feel a little top heavy. The patio door was wide open, almost inviting. Hesitating for a second, he wondered who owned the place, then went in, hoping that they wouldn't mind his being there.
The first thing he noticed was that the room was rather large, and very nicely decorated. The place looked rich. Whoever owned this place must be loaded he decided.
He called "Hello. Is there anybody home", then when hearing no answer he started walking around, checking out the rooms to see if anyone was home and just didn't here him. He wasn't too surprised to find the house empty, and a little smaller than he would have guessed, but still very large. It had 3 floors, and he'd counted three separate bathrooms, and four large bedrooms, plus a nice kitchen, dining room, a living room and some type of rec.-room. He was sure that there was more that he hadn't seen too.
Stopping in one of the bathrooms, he stared at his reflection in the full length mirror on the door. He was amazed at what he saw looking back at him, though had already examined himself. He saw a very attractive woman, who was probably somewhere between 22 and 26, with dark blonde hair, that was hanging soaking wet behind her. He saw that his breasts were rather nice looking, and decided that they were probably a middle to large C cup, though he was only guessing, never having paid too much attention to women's clothes bra sizes.
He moved around a little, watching his reflection move with him, awed at it. He had a very nice figure, and noticed that he had small ear rings on. He reached up and felt them, giving a slight tug. He'd never worn an earring himself being too conservative and not wanting to pierce his ear. No matter what people told him, he was sure that it would hurt to have holes in his ears, but he didn't feel any discomfort at all from them. He hadn't even noticed their presence until he saw them in the mirror.
He tried a few poses and started to feel turned on. He grabbed his breasts and rubbed them. They felt very nice, and the nipples felt a bit hard, and sort of like his penis when had an erection. He stopped rubbing himself, getting embarrassed and afraid that someone would walk in on him. He noticed that he was dripping water from the pool, leaving a small puddle on the floor, so grabbed a large towel hanging on a rod, and started to dry himself off, especially his long hair.
After cleaning up the puddle on the floor, he started walking through the house again, looking for clues to who owned it and what happened to him. He had decided not to panic, though he was very worried. This was the most interesting thing that had ever happened to him, and he wasn't depressed anymore, just curious and a little afraid.
At the kitchen counter he saw a small pile of mail sitting next to a purse. Looking at the mail, he saw that it was all addressed to a Ross Davidson. He didn't know why, but that name sounded vaguely familiar. He found one letter addressed to a Shiela Farr already opened and lying on the other side of the counter. Steve grabbed the purse and opened it, looking at what was inside. He saw what he was pretty much expecting, lipstick, a compact, a few tampons, a small bottle of aspirin, a couple of condoms, and a small wallet and checkbook. He opened the wallet and saw that the drivers license and credit cards were made out to a Shiela Farr too. Then he noticed the picture. It was of him. Or at least who he looked like, except that the picture had makeup and her hair styled nicely.
Steve sat down at a chair a bit nervous. Somehow he had become this Shiela Farr person. He got up and went to the living room, noticing for the first time a picture on the coffee table, of Shiela and some guy that he assumed was this Ross person, standing near a lake. He noticed a few other pictures with Shiela in them, and two of them with some little girl who looked about 6 in what he was sure was the most recent picture.
Going upstairs, Steve started to look through the bedrooms. He'd been feeling cold for a while, but hadn't paid much attention to it with everything else going on. He decided to take a shower to warm up, then put on some clothes. First however, he had to find some clothes that he could wear. In the second bedroom he tried, Steve found the master bedroom, and a large closet with women's clothes. He started digging through that and the dresser drawers to find some clothes that he could wear. Most of it seemed designed to show off this bodys charms, and he was a little disappointed that he didn't have more comfortable stuff available.
He went into the bathroom attached to the master bedroom and pulled off his wet bikini top, and stared at himself for another minute in a mirror, before pulling off the bottom part. He sat down on the toilet and examined his new equipment. Puting his hand on it, it felt smooth, and he put his finger against the slit, and he started to get excited, feeling his nipples harden again. He was afraid that Ross might get back, but decided to keep checking himself out.
He rubbed his nipples, and rubbed his breasts, enjoying the erotic feelings. He felt himself start getting wet, and touched his vaginal lips, rubbing the juices around, then bringing his fingers up to his nose to smell them. He started masturbating, enjoying the feelings in his body, and when he came, it hit him like a bomb of pleasure going off within his body, spreading out in waves. He sat there for a minute gasping for air, flushed with pleasure, and enjoying the afterglow.
"So that's what women mean by their afterglow" he commented to himself. His voice sounded so different to his ears, so he started talking, just to hear his new voice, and what it could do. He tried singing a line from a song he liked, then started saying come on lines he'd heard women use, and things they'd said that he'd thought was sexy. Standing in front of the mirror, he tried a few sexy poses, and talking to himself for several minutes, before he finally climbed into the shower, removing his ear rings and the ring from his finger first.
He carefully lathered his new body, getting used to the odd curves and new form of it. He saw a bottle of feminine shampoo and carefully washed his hair and conditioned it. When he was through he slowly dried himself off and started to dress in the clothes he'd found, until he realized how long his hair would take to dry. Finding a hair drier he sat down on the toilette and started to dry his hair and comb it to make sure it didn't tangle too bad. He may not be his body, but he didn't want his hair in knots.
He was surprised to realize that he was enjoying himself so much. Here he was, having just lost his own body and identity, and he didn't really mind. He thought that he'd never had much of a life to lose, and the way he was going, he might have committed suicide one day. For the first time in years he didn't feel bored or trapped, but curious and interested instead. This was so different. He didn't know how he'd live or if he'd even stay this way, but he decided to have fun with it for now.
Getting dressed, he found was almost a new experience. He struggled with the bra for a minute before he managed to snap it closed and then position it so that it was more comfortable. He put on a green tank top, and pulled up a pair of very snug jeans. Shiela only had three pairs of jeans that he could see, though she had a few skirts. He'd briefly considered trying on a skirt, but thought that he'd feel too ridiculous wearing something like that. Once he was dressed, Steve stood in front of the mirror admiring the reflection. Something was still missing, he decided, then realized what it was.
He brushed his hair off to one side a bit so that it looked nicer, then he pulled out some makeup from the bathroom cabinet. He wasn't sure how to use it right, but he decided he'd try anyways. He took a little care with the makeup, deciding not to use very much. It still took him four tries before he thought that he looked all right. He found that using the lipstick was the easiest, and rubbed it on sort of like chapstick, being careful to only get his lips.
He smiled at the gorgeous reflection again, then went back to the bedroom and pulled out a few pieces of jewelry he saw sitting on top of a jewelry box. These must belong to Shiela he figured. He found anther ring that looked nice and a bit more feminine and put that on his finger instead of the one that had been there. Then he put on a watch and a bracelet, admiring how they made the wrists look. He put on a new pair of ear rings that he found in the box, ones that dangled just a little, and shook his head to feel them swing. Finally he put on a chain necklace with a small gold heard locket on the end, and went back to the mirror, and smiled, agreeing that the reflection looked right.
He thought that it felt very odd to be wearing jewelry and makeup, but no more so than having breasts. In fact a bit less so, which made it easier for him to dress like a woman. Just as he was walking out the bedroom door, he remembered that he needed some shoes too, so looked at the foot of Shiela's closet and settled on a pair of low healed pumps. He noticed that there was only one pair of tennis shoes for her, and they were a bright pink. Steve figured that since he was dressing as a woman, he might as well go all the way.
He found the shoes a little easier to walk on then he had thought they would be. It helped though that the shoes fit his feet comfortably, so all he had to do was worry about balance. He found that walking more on the balls of his feet and toes was how to walk with them on. He was glad he wasn't wearing a pair of real high heels, or he didn't think that he could manage it.
He had begun to suspect that this Ross person didn't have anything to do with the change, and wondered if Shiela did, though he didn't think so. Looking around the room, he found a small book in Shiela's sock drawer, and saw that it was her diary. Interested, he opened it up and started reading.
From the diary, he guessed that Shiela wasn't extremely well educated, and that she seemed a bit self absorbed. He found that she really seemed to like Ross, but had been attracted to him originally for his money. He found out other things from the diary, and lost track of time, until he heard a telephone ring.
Putting down the diary he cautiously picked up the phone, answering "Hello?", hoping that it wasn't for Sheila.
The voice on the other end was that of a man, saying "Shiela, I'm glad I caught you. I'm sorry I'm going to be late getting home. I probably won't even be able to make till tomorrow s so don't worry"
"That's all right", Steve improvised, hoping it was what this Sheila would say.
"I love you honey. I've got to go now. Bye" then Steve said good bye too and hung up the phone. Obviously that must be Ross.
"Well" he said to himself "I guess I've got till tomorrow to figure out what happened", though he didn't really care too much anymore, caught up in the excitement of his situation.
Realizing that he was hungry, he went down stairs to the kitchen and microwave a dinner he found inside. He was surprised to find that he couldn't eat it all, and figured that this person must have a smaller stomach and appetite than his own.
After eating, he looked outside to see that it was getting dark, then sat down to finish reading the dairy. It was boring for the most part, and really gushy, but it gave him some strong clues about Shiela and Ross's lives. A lot of it looked fun.
He wrote his own input in on the last page, briefly describing what happened. He noticed that his writing wasn't like his normally was, but was nicer and more swirly. He looked at the last entry Shiela wrote and saw his writing wasn't the same as that, but was much closer than his own. After a few tries, he found that he could write just like the other pages, and found it much easier after a few more tries. He then signed Shiela's name and matched it against a check receipt, finding it almost identical, and with a few more practice signatures, found that it looked exactly the same. He wondered if maybe some of Shiela's habits had been given to him somehow, and decided to look into that a little closer later on.
The phone rang again and he picked it up again, more confident this time, "Shiela here. Who is this."
Whoever was on the other end didn't say anything, and hung up after a few seconds. Obviously a prank call he decided and and put the phone back down.
Sitting down on the couch, he wondered how long he was going to be like this. He had been given a new life and start, and hoped it would last. Being a woman certainly wouldn't have been his first choice, but it was better than who he had been. He'd lost one life and found a better one. She had money, and lived in a nice house, with the only problem being a boyfriend. Even that might not really be a problem he decided, and started thinking how he'd pass himself off as Shiela.
Shiela Farr had been enjoying a short swim, enjoying the exercise, when suddenly she'd felt dizzy and when she came to, was lying on the floor in some apartment. Immediately she realized that something was wrong, and saw that she was in the body of a fat man. She was shocked and disgusted, and a bit confused.
She vaguely remembered that she'd once been a little different before, but couldn't recall what. She knew that it had something to do with an Old Man selling her something. She wondered if this was the same somehow. It didn't seem to be though. She couldn't really remember what she had been like or who before her last change, but this time she could remember everything about being Shiela.
Not knowing what else to do, she found the fat mans wallet and opened it, finding a drivers license that identified her as Steven Carls and a couple of dollars. Looking around the apartment she noticed how messy it was. Obviously the guy was a slob.
She hadn't ever been a thinker, she thought, she'd always preferred having fun. But she sat down trying to think what could have happened and couldn't figure it out. After seeing the ring on her finger, she wondered why her ring changed with her, instead of disappearing like all of her clothes, but only briefly.
Hours later, she decided to call Ross and see if he could explain what happened to her, and was surprised when she heard her own voice answer the phone saying "Shiela here. Who is this?". She was surprised and couldn't think of an answer, so hung up. If she was here, how could she be there too. She decided that since the person who answered was Shiela, she couldn't really be Shiela. She must be this Steven guy.
"Oh well" she muttered to herself, I'd really thought that I was Shiela. She decided that she really needed to start to working out and get in better shape. She wondered where she worked and looked forwards to getting on with her life, even if she didn't remember it.
THE END
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