"Marlene, have you seen your brother?" Nigel's mother asked. Nigel, cooking dinner Marlene's body, merely turned and shrugged. "This is so unlike him...I'm going to call the school," his mother continued before heading off to find her phone.
Nigel turned back toward the stove while holding back a huge grin. The plan was working. He brushed his borrowed hair back over his shoulder and looked down at the massive breasts now hanging from his chest. He put his hands over his feminine hips and then slid them over the denim skirt he was wearing. The last time he wore some of Marlene's clothes, his mother nearly had him institutionalized...
"What's cooking, sweetie? It smells great..." Marlene's dad, Nigel's step-dad, asked as he entered from the garage having come home from work. Nigel managed to hide a cringe as he came up from behind and planted a kiss on the top of Nigel's borrowed head.
"Boiling pasta for spaghetti," Nigel replied, finding it both odd and endearing to have his step-sister's voice come out of his mouth.
"Well I'm glad you're taking your responsibilities seriously after our last discussion. Your future husband will be a very happy man..." Marlene's dad added as he walked away to change out of his work clothes.
Nigel scowled in is direction as soon as he was out of sight. Marlene wasn't kidding about him. "No wonder she wanted out so badly..."
Nigel's father passed away when he was very young, so for most of his life, it was just he and his mother, who became very overprotective as a result. As he got older, he started realizing something else about himself - he was trans. However, his mother wouldn't even begin to consider such a thing. He was her "perfect little man" and that was it. He thought about trying to run away, but just couldn't bring himself to leave her, knowing it would break her heart despite her not letting him pursue transition.
A few years ago, she met Marlene's father at a work function and the two hit it off. His first wife, Marlene's mother, had left him several years prior. After a few weeks of dating, Nigel's mother received a letter from the first wife claiming that he was an old school "women in the kitchen" misogynist and she couldn't take it anymore. He said that she was "crazy" and used evidence of a court order barring her from contact with Marlene to support his argument.
Marlene and Nigel hit it off well for step-siblings, and she confirmed everything her mother said about her father. He was a master manipulator who treated her like a housewife, refused to let her pursue anything other than a basic education, and forced her to wear only feminine clothing like skirts and dresses. Her mother, an intelligent career woman before their marriage, couldn't take it and left, but he had powerful lawyer friends who cooked up a case against her.
Nigel also confided in Marlene his desire to transition, and she was fully supportive, even giving him some of her old clothing to wear in secret...which his mother found and badly punished him over.
Both Nigel and Marlene felt stuck in their lives...until her mother sent her a secret package containing her grandmother's old spell book. It looked like gibberish to Nigel, but Marlene could somehow read it. Scanning through, she got an idea.
"What if we trade places?" she asked Nigel. "There is a spell in here to swap people's bodies. You get to be a woman and stay here to keep an eye on your mom. I'll be you and I have no issue with running away. I can go find my mom and maybe she can even turn me back into a girl...but if not, oh well. Better to be a guy than be stuck with my dad. He's basically training me to be a housewife and a few of his friends...uh...have shown interest..."
Nigel pretty much stopped listening after "swap bodies". To be a woman...even if he had to deal with Marlene's dad and possibly be married off to one of his older friends...was worth it. He eagerly agreed.
The next day after school, while Nigel's mom was out running errands and Marlene's dad was still at work, Marlene cast the spell. Nigel was in absolute awe at being in her body. It finally felt "right"...and it didn't hurt that she was absolutely gorgeous, either. Marlene, in his body, quickly packed a bag and stole some cash from her father's not-so-secret hiding place. She was going to take a combination of trains, busses, and cabs to get to her mother. The step-siblings gave each other a huge goodbye and then Marlene took off.
"You worry too much, he'll turn up. He's probably off having fun with friends. Young guys do things like that..." Marlene's dad tried to console Nigel's worried mother over dinner.
"It's just so unlike him..." she replied, barely touching her food.
"The pasta is delicious, darling," Marlene's dad complimented Nigel. "But next time, a little more garlic in the sauce."
Nigel nodded. He too could barely eat...he was worried about Marlene...and his mother...but most of all wanted to retreat to Marlene's room to explore his new body. To try on some of her outfits. To simply...live...as a woman. But he would need to be patient to not draw suspicion...
Weeks went by and Nigel's mother grew more and more worried. She tried the police and even hired a PI, but no one could find "Nigel". Nigel, as Marlene, consoled her and the two grew closer than she ever was with the real Marlene.
Meanwhile, being a girl was everything Nigel dreamed. He felt at peace in his own body...and explored it every chance he got. He now wore the skirts and dresses her father used to force her to wear with joy. He performed her feminine household chores with gusto. And one day when he got home from school, he found an odd letter addressed to"Marlene" (quotes and all):
"N, I've found her and we are happy. She used the book to turn me back...with a few upgrades ;) ...I hope you are enjoying your new life. If you get tired of it, you can come join us. Draw a red X on your window with lipstick and we will come for you. Either way, I hope you are happy. M."
No comments:
Post a Comment