Author’s notes: As with most of my stories, this is intended for mature readers. There’s sex, and no one under 18 should be reading it (we all know that no one under the age of 18 has any interest or appreciation for sexual matters). That begs the question of whether anyone over 18 should be reading it either, but I can’t warn everyone off, or else I did all this typing for nothing.

A problematic story in many ways. Although the basic idea and plot were some of the first ideas I had for the characters, it took forever to finally grind it out. There may be continuity problems since I literally wrote this in 5-15 minute bursts over the last few weeks, and the “universe” the characters lived in evolved from the original.

The characters might also be a problem. People familiar with them from the several shrinking and age regression stories in which they’ve been featured may not want to read anything with a TG theme. Conversely, anyone tuning in for a TG story is likely to get fed up with the unusual setup and amount of unnecessary cluttering of the story with character indulgences (as always, I like my own characters and dialogue too much) and setup material for the wider story universe in which they live, not to mention cameo bits of shrinking and regression.

But having said all that, it was still a story I wanted to do. I hope someone else may enjoy it as well.

To set the stage with some music, I initially considered Shania Twain and the aptly titled “Man, I Feel Like A Woman,” but a fun song by the group Garbage called “Androgyny” seems a more appropriate soundtrack here. I’ll excerpt a few of the lyrics along the way to set off parts.

And if anyone would like to comment, or has suggestions for further adventures, let me know at Nomdreserv@aol.com

Girl Trouble

By Nomdreserv

Bob Rhodes all but bounded in the door, glad at last to symbolically leave work behind and start their vacation. The fact that they were preparing to leave for a Florida beach resort added to the sense of a real break. And after their last adventures with uncontrolled shrinking and yet another demon, they could use one.

This would be their first extended trip together since Lisa had come to live with them, and there was a slight undercurrent of nervousness along with the anticipation. But it was minimal. Lisa seemed happier than either of them had ever seen since she’d moved in, and they’d settled into a routine. The initial awkwardness that always came with integrating a new live-in partner (sexual or otherwise) had been surprisingly easy. Karen and Lisa had always had a special relationship from the time they’d met in college, and Bob actually felt privileged to share it with them, just as Lisa was so clearly grateful to now be accepted into their marriage. Indeed, it was sometimes difficult to remember that he was only officially married to one of them.

Of course, the fact that the two women shared such a close relationship also had its irritating side. It wasn’t only that they were naturally aligned about “female” issues in which he was clueless, but the more important distinction of their shared tutelage in magic. Although Lisa’s powers had been dampened from a previous accident, and showed only fitful signs of returning, Karen apparently was a natural adept. And since Lisa still had years of training to impart, they frequently ended up pairing off for practice or study. That sometimes made him feel like the forgotten boyfriend at college finals time, with the former roommates easily falling back into old, familiar and exclusionary habits. And despite their occasional attempts to include him, the only times he’d tried to sit in, he’d felt even more lost. Luckily, they seemed to realize this, and tended to make things up to him in more personal ways afterwards – alone and together. And that’s when the overwhelming advantage of living with two women was driven home.

At the moment, however, he figured they were definitely in roommate mode. He entered the kitchen to find Karen and Lisa giggling together, while Lisa held up a very skimpy string bikini. They startled in guilty surprise as he walked in and dropped the suit, trying to hide it.

“All right!” he called out enthusiastically, his eyes following the suit back into its bag and happily imagining both of them in the extremely revealing swimwear. “Which of you is going to wear that?”

Karen and Lisa exchanged looks, and suddenly burst out laughing again.

“We haven’t decided,” Karen explained, with a twinkle in her eye, bringing the skimpy suit back out and holding it up. It looked like a few tiny scraps of fabric connected with dental floss. “Do you really like it? You don’t think it’s too revealing?”

“Uh...umm…ah,” Bob replied, all but drooling with obvious enthusiasm when Karen held the top up against her chest. It looked like it would barely cover her sizable breasts, and Bob had a sudden qualm about letting her wear it. After all, skimpy, sexy and even shocking swimwear is always to be encouraged – unless it’s being worn by a wife, sister or daughter. But the imagined sight of Karen’s voluptuous body all but bursting out of the tiny swimsuit shifted his decision making southward. “A woman’s swimsuit can’t be too revealing,” he announced decisively.

Yet another exchange of looks. “A good thing to know,” Lisa nodded. Then she got up to hand Bob a drink. “I hope you’re not planning on checking out all the other women on the beach to make sure?”

“I would never do that,” Bob lied, accepting the drink gratefully.

A sip revealed a mix of fruit juices and alcohol, and maybe something else a bit sharp. Obviously a beachy sort of drink in anticipation of their resort trip. It was even decorated with a tiny paper umbrella. It was nice of Lisa to have it all made up for him, though it seemed to be different from whatever they were having. He finished it off while they discussed the final plans for their beach trip. After dinner and preliminary packing, they all happily climbed into bed, the two women taking up their preferred snuggling positions on either side of him. Not too surprisingly, since both women had worn sheer, satin tops and panties that usually signaled an interest, Bob almost immediately felt a hand begin to move along his thigh questingly. This time it was Lisa who initiated the encounter, but her hand was almost immediately joined by Karen’s along his chest.

Bob sighed as two pairs of hands went to work. Life was good.

He tried to shift into a better position to reciprocate their attention, but they both pushed him back, for some reason wanting to take extra time and effort in exploring his body, almost as though trying to memorize it. Lisa ran her hands along his thighs, teasing his thick leg hair, and then finally bringing her hand to his already hard cock. She freed it from his shorts, and ran her fingers along its length happily, though Bob felt a momentary sense of disquiet since her hand seemed somehow a little larger than normal as it encompassed the throbbing shaft. She also tickled his scrotum, which for some reason had pulled tight up against his pelvis. He soon forgot these qualms in the delight of sensation when she took him into her mouth.

Karen, meanwhile, seemed to be concentrating on his chest more than usual, especially his nipples. He couldn’t complain, since they seemed to be unusually sensitive and responsive to her attention, becoming much stiffer than normal. She was actually able to pull them a little way into her mouth when she sucked on them, the way he did to hers.

Lisa continued to give attention to his lower body, tickling his scrotum and sensitive underside. She seemed unusually excited by what she saw and felt, and had also started to rub herself in her excitement, finally stripping his briefs entirely to get a better look. Satisfied, she turned around and climbed on top of him, slowly lowering her soaked and ready sex onto his shaft, facing away to allow his scrotum to help stimulate her clit in one of her favorite positions.

“Mmm,” she sighed as she felt his cock penetrate her. “Still a pretty good size.”

“What?” Bob asked, a bit puzzled by the remark.

“Um, I said such a good size,” Lisa replied hastily, squeezing his penis with her slick cunt as though to emphasize the words. The effect was sufficiently pleasurable that they both forgot her words.

Karen now climbed on top of Bob’s chest, presenting her own wet cleft for his attention. While Bob licked and tongued happily at the musky shrine of her sex, using his fingers to stroke her magnificently rounded ass, Karen sighed happily, then leaned forward and ran her hands along Lisa’s back, completing the triangle. Lisa leaned back into the embrace, and Karen reached around to massage her breasts, providing everyone with extra stimulation.

“Oh…oh…OHHH God, YES!” Lisa moaned as she came for the first time, squeezing Bob’s cock desperately. She moved spasmodically for a minute around Bob’s still rock-hard shaft, enjoying the echoes it sent through her pelvis. Bob found he could last indefinitely with the women on top, so they usually satisfied themselves that way first.

As Lisa finally recovered sufficiently, she gasped, “Switch.”

They did just that, with Karen taking her position riding Bob’s cock. Lisa, not quite ready for more direct stimulation yet, slipped to the side of the bed, where she now started duplicating Karen’s actions by playing with Bob’s nipples. To his own surprise, they were still erect, almost swollen, and gave distinct pulses of pleasure when Lisa began tonguing them.

Karen was riding him almost frantically, as though she was racing a deadline. She also seemed just a bit frustrated, and Bob noticed she felt different – almost like her pussy was bigger. He didn’t quite hit the roof the way he normally did. Karen noticed too, and after grinding her hips in increasing desperation, finally spoke in frustration.

“Shrink me,” she panted. “Come on, I want it to feel huge. One last time.”

Bob was at a loss, especially from the odd last comment, but luckily Lisa was right on top of things. She reached over to the bedside table where they kept their “toys” (when you had access to magic, the variety and possibility for sex toys became almost unimaginable) and grabbed one of their first and still-favorites: a size-changing medallion. She held it out and visualized her friend getting smaller. Karen made a gasp as she felt the tingle and slowly began losing her size. Both she and Bob were gratified when they felt her vagina begin to contract, almost immediately restoring that feeling of full penetration that had been missing. The weight of Karen’s rocking, humping body lessened noticeably, and her feet slowly dragged across the sheet.

Lisa paused to watch Karen slowly shrink, never failing to take delight in their exchanges of size. She moved to kiss and fondle her now petite friend, delighting in the feel of her lips moving lower as they held the kiss, and the heft of her large breasts slowly become less in her hands, as though her massage itself was shrinking them.

Karen was under 5 feet tall when the feeling of Bob’s now oversized cock began to have its full effect. She began to thrash on his shaft, feeling it stretch and push her in such wonderfully familiar ways, soft yet hard in the way only a velvet-skinned full erection could be.

Bob was struggling with some unusual sensations himself. The sex was still wonderful of course, but somehow felt different. He felt Karen’s vagina begin to contract in its signal for her imminent climax, and congratulated himself yet again for being able to maintain his erection so easily. Though this time it had been easy. It was odd: as fantastic as her tight sheath felt around him, he seemed to want some other sensation this time. It wasn’t for lack of pleasure from her riding - despite his worry about somehow being smaller, his cock felt as hard and sensitive as ever. And usually, his entire sexual self was concentrated right there, but today, he felt a vague dissatisfaction. But for what? One possible answer came a moment later, when Lisa unexpectedly returned to sucking his nipples. They felt even harder this time, and she actually pulled part of one breast into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the nipple in a way that completely surprised him. He was even more surprised at his body’s reaction – the feeling was almost too intense. The pain/pleasure shot through his nipple and into his chest, and then, inexplicably, ran like a hot wire to his pelvis, straight into his cock. His scrotum shrank even tighter, and his penis swelled an extra inch as his own orgasm abruptly and unexpectedly overwhelmed him.

He came in a gusher, longer and harder than usual, much to Karen’s squirming delight. It almost seemed as though his balls were determined to drain every last bit of sperm from his body. The combination of his climax and accompanying penis swelling also made him stretch Karen’s cunt out even more, to that indescribably wonderful point women love so much - more than enough but not too much. She screamed in her own orgasm, freezing in a quivering arch to feel every inch of his surging, oversized cock, before finally collapsing in a satisfied heap, reluctantly letting the slowly shrinking shaft slip from her body. The two women slipped to positions flanking him and snuggled in close. Bob felt an unusual post-orgasmic exhaustion that almost immediately started him towards sleep, not even noticing how rapidly and thoroughly his cock seemed to be shrinking.

“I’m gonna miss that,” Karen said dreamily.

“What?” Bob asked, semi-consciously.

“Nothing,” Karen added hastily. She kissed him. “You’ll need some sleep. Goodnight.”

Bob drifted off quickly, his body apparently agreeing with her. His last conscious thought was how weird his nipples felt as both women continued to stroke and tickle them as though completely fascinated.

The next morning came all too soon. Bob groaned as he stumbled out of bed, still feeling tired. His body also felt strange – off center or somehow shifted. Karen and Lisa snuggled together sleepily, giving him first crack at the shower. He admired their nude forms, noticing that Lisa had never restored Karen to full size, leaving her looking almost child-like nestled against Lisa’s body. This was only because of her small size, however, since a look at her proportionally large breasts and hips actually gave Karen a more womanly figure than her friend.

The sense of strangeness followed him to the bathroom, his legs and hips feeling weird. He almost felt like his legs had been forced apart, giving him a more rolling gait. He rubbed his ass, and was struck at how disturbingly soft and full it seemed. Wonderful. And just in time to be shown off in swimwear. He cursed himself for falling behind on his exercises, especially before a beach trip – he’d have to really watch out for his calories on this trip.

Even the familiar morning bathroom ritual seemed off somehow. He went to urinate and actually fumbled for his penis which seemed almost lost in the nest of his pubic hair. It was also unusually small and soft, disturbing in itself, but also unusual in that he was almost always at least semi-hard when he woke up in the morning. He decided their late-night session must have drained him more than usual (which wasn’t far from the truth). He nearly missed the toilet, too, with the urine sort of dribbling backwards along the shaft instead of shooting forward, and he wet his hand in the process. It was almost like it hadn’t reached the end of his cock before coming out. Cursing silently, but putting it down to sleepy disorientation and sexual residue, he sat down to finish urinating, but even then managed to spray his lower pelvis a little in the act. How the heck could he miss this way? It wasn’t like there were any other holes for it to come out.

Stepping straight into the shower in disgust, he cleaned off, spending extra time washing his pubic area. Oddly, though the slippery lather and his hands felt wonderful against his cock, it didn’t respond as quickly as normal. Also, his scrotum still clung tightly against his pelvis, almost as though the balls were being pulled inside. Normally, this only happened in extreme cold, but the warm shower water only seemed to loosen it slightly. Even then, it just sort of puffed up on either side rather than relaxing back into its normal position. The rest of his body seemed pretty much normal – until he got to his chest. He felt an immediate twinge as he ran his hands across his front, noticing that his nipples were still unusually sensitive as he soaped his chest, instantly stiffening under his fingers. He also noticed some chest swelling that made them stand out even more, and assumed another side effect from their lovemaking last night. Karen and Lisa had simply been playing with them too much. They were even tender to pressure when he tried to compress them. Wincing, he didn’t notice that the sensations of his hands on his chest had finally caused his cock to jump to life, and it was lucky that he didn’t, for he would have been shocked at how much smaller it looked erect. Perhaps luckily for that reason, it subsided again before he finished his shower.

As he toweled off, he checked his chest more carefully. No question, there was a definite puffiness beneath his nipples which was very sensitive and tender. The nipples themselves looked swollen, and he assumed they were inflamed or irritated. All the attention the women had lavished on them last night appeared to have some undesirable repercussions, he decided, again wincing when he tried to flatten them back to normal. Worse, his chest hair seemed much thinner than usual, making them stand out even more prominently.

That made him pause. After all, you didn’t live with a couple of witches without taking such signs very seriously. Unfortunately, based on their previous experiences with age-changing magic, Bob thought he knew exactly what was happening. Sure enough, a careful examination showed telltale changes. His face was smooth, despite not shaving. In fact, it was smoother than it would have been normally even after shaving, with no hint of a beard or mustache. His nose was smaller, and his chin and cheeks looked a little different, more delicate. His whole body looked slimmer, especially his upper body, and there was a marked decrease in the extent of body hair. In fact, his chest was about the only significant place he still looked obviously furry. His lower legs and arms showed only thin, light hairs, making them look much thinner, and the hair on his thighs seemed sparse. Even the patch of hair above his still disturbingly small cock seemed neater and less extensive.

He shook his head in disgust. Of all the times to be playing regression games. Did they really want him to be a teenager for this trip? Were they planning to do the same? Visions of them all building sand castles as preteens filled his mind. He had been hoping for more adult entertainment this trip.

With this prejudice and certainty, he didn’t notice the other changes. For example, how much longer his hair seemed in the back, reaching halfway to his shoulders, or how much smaller his Adam’s apple was. And though his slimmer arms and smaller upper body could certainly be seen on an adolescent boy, the decidedly wider hips looked totally out of place. This particular change also affected the way he walked, though he didn’t notice that either, and it was fortunate he couldn’t see the reflection in the mirror as he turned and stepped away, or he would have truly shocked at the way his rounder ass swayed now with his steps.

He brushed his hair, noticing idly that he’d need a trim while they were gone, then looked up to see Karen and Lisa, dressed again in their nightwear, watching him in the doorway. They were staring in a very odd way, almost appraisingly, but obviously eager and excited. He assumed they were wondering if he’d noticed the changes.

“At least you saved me shaving,” he told them without any appreciation. They looked quite worried at being found out, until he continued. “Do we really have to play age games already?” he added, especially when he saw that they were still their normal ages. It always unsettled him when he was the only one who got younger. To make it worse, his voice actually cracked in mid sentence, and seemed determined to settle in the higher range.

The two women giggled and exchanged whispers while continuing to ogle him. Finally, Lisa stepped forward.

“My fault,” she announced. “I just couldn’t resist. But I promise, you’ll be your normal age at the hotel.”

“I don’t see the point then,” Bob grumbled, as he walked out to get dressed. He paused as he passed them. He hadn’t thought he’d lost enough age to have affected his height, but Lisa seemed slightly taller than normal. However, she moved away too quickly for him to confirm it, and Karen was still under 5 feet tall from their shrinking spell last night, so she was impossible to use as a comparison. As he left them behind, Karen finally seemed to realize her size predicament as well.

“Would you mind changing me back?” she asked. “Unless you want me falling out of my clothes all day.” She had put her satin top back on, but it hung like a sail, leaving one shoulder and most of her breasts bare. She was holding her panties up with one hand.

Actually, it wasn’t a bad image – she made a very voluptuous and sexy pixie at this size - but he kept that thought to himself. “It would serve you right,” he answered, as he pulled on a pair of loose, baggy briefs. At least the waist was loose. They actually seemed a bit tight around behind, sitting oddly on his body. Nonetheless, he found the magic talisman discarded on the table and heard Karen sigh in relief as she went back to normal height.

At least for a few seconds. Lisa had followed him out and now stepped over, taking the medallion from him, and a second later, Karen was dwindling again, her satin top falling right around her shrinking body and leaving her standing naked except for gigantic, loose panties that she held up desperately with both hands. Lisa didn’t stop until the dwindling figure was less than waist high.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?” Karen demanded, her voice high and thin.

“Not exactly big, but you’ll see soon enough,” Lisa replied cryptically. She reached into the drawer of the table and retrieved another “toy” which she kept hidden behind her back. With that she came back, pushed Karen into the bathroom, and closed the door, smiling knowingly at Bob. A few seconds later, he heard Karen’s reduced soprano.

“Hey, what are you … you can’t be serious … it’s so, so … oh my God!” The words trailed off into inarticulate moans, and Bob, deliberately trying not to listen in, busied himself with getting dressed and packed, just a little miffed at the delay (and being left out). There were decided upsides to Lisa’s considerable sex drive, and he could hardly complain after considerable, wonderful personal experience of it, but today they needed to keep to their schedule. The flight was not going to wait because Lisa wanted sex. (Though it would have certainly made an interesting announcement over the plane intercom: “Excuse the delay, ladies and gentlemen. One of our passengers needs to get off one more time before we leave.”) Bob again felt a qualm of the uneven sexual dynamic in their group. Women could be so exasperating about being ready on time.

Unfortunately, his mood didn’t improve with getting dressed, and he wished Lisa hadn’t taken the medallion with her. His own size still seemed off, and he could have used its distaff power to make himself bigger. The rest of his clothes weren’t much better than his underwear. His shirt fit a little loosely overall, but the fabric still rubbed against his inflamed, swollen nipples, making them continue to stand out, even through the cloth. His pants were a couple of inches too long, yet seemed snug as he pulled them past his hips, making him wonder if Lisa’s age-changing spell had gone wrong somehow, leaving his body mismatched. He was too busy gathering suitcases, however, to spend a lot of time on the question. Karen and Lisa had finished packing theirs last night, but he’d left his to this morning. He was ready by the time the bathroom door opened, and the two women, still disheveled but clean after their showers, and with Karen finally back to normal size, looked out to see how he was doing.

“Yow!” he called as he attempted to lift Karen and Lisa’s large suitcases. “How much stuff did you put in here?”

“We had to pack extra clothes,” Karen called. “For, um, you know. Emergencies.”

“Women,” he grumbled good-naturedly. “You know you’re not going to use half the things in here.” He finally managed to budge the suitcases, though he had to take them one at a time.

“You never know,” Lisa cautioned, peering out the bathroom door with a twinkle in her eye. He thought he saw a spell case in her hand. Were they finally planning on matching him in age?

“Look at my bag,” he insisted proudly. “Everything I need in one carry-on. Two pairs of pants and shorts, four shirts, toothbrush, shaving stuff and underwear.”

“And you probably won’t use half of your stuff either,” Lisa added mysteriously before disappearing again. There were more giggles within.

Bob sighed. It was sometimes awkward being outnumbered and the lone man in the group.

And he had no idea how awkward that was about to become.

Bob felt unusually tired after they boarded their plane. Wrangling the suitcases had been very difficult, and he’d actually been relieved when a skycap offered to assist him. The woman checking them in at the terminal had looked at him almost suspiciously.

“You know,” she said reprovingly. “You shouldn’t lie about your height on your driver’s license. It is supposed to confirm your ID.”

Bob had been indignant. “What are you talking about? I didn’t lie about anything there.”

She had clucked her tongue. “Says here you’re six foot one.”

“Yes?” Bob had asked in exasperation.

She just smirked. “I’m five nine.”

Bob realized he was looking her evenly in the eye. He immediately assumed it was a side effect of the regression magic they’d been using. Lisa must have made him too young and affected his height. “Look, you’ve got heels,” he pointed out. “And maybe I exaggerated. Can we get on with this?”

She relented, though she’d also looked at his photo rather suspiciously. For some reason, he’d evidently decided to pluck his eyebrows and let his hair grow out since the license picture. It really didn’t suit him, making him look quite effeminate. And especially for someone with his size, build and mid-range voice, she was surprised he wasn’t worried about being mistaken for a woman.

Bob had heaved the carry-on bags into the overheads only with considerable difficulty, then gratefully sank into his seat. He started to ask about their plans upon arrival, only to hear his voice crack up another octave and resist his best efforts to return it to normal. His throat felt different somehow.

“I though you said I’d be normal age?” he asked in irritation. He pointed at the way his pants pooled over his shoes, and shrugged in his oversized shirt. “At this rate you’ll be carrying me off in a baby seat.”

“I promise, you’ll be your normal age by the time we’re there,” Lisa assured him, again eying him carefully. “It’s just the spell running its course. Don’t worry. You look fine, and it will be over soon. Just relax and get some rest on the flight.”

Bob tried to smooth his shirt front into a more familiar pattern, disturbed and embarrassed at the way - and more particularly where - it lay, only to gasp as his hands rubbed across his still sensitive nipples. If anything, the swelling from this morning only seemed to be worse. They weren’t painful, but the sensation was still unsettling, both in its intensity and site of origin. Their was also a strange answering echo again at his groin that surprised him. He half expected to feel himself get hard, but instead only felt a sort of flush or warmth in his groin. Just as well. It was hard enough trying to get comfortable: his bottom felt strange in the seat, and he kept shifting. It was like the seat was too narrow. The attendant came over to check on him.

“Can I get you anything, sirrrr-um…missss…um, ma’…err…s…” She paused and blushed. “Can I get you something?”

“No thanks,” Bob answered, inwardly groaning at the higher range his voice had settled comfortably into. People probably couldn’t even tell if he was an adult anymore, explaining the attendant’s confusion. He resolved to talk as little as possible until he was back to normal, and glared reproachfully at Karen and Lisa before resolvedly closed his eyes.

When it seemed he was really asleep, Karen leaned over to Lisa.

“Wow, it works fast. He looked almost normal this morning, and already…” She waved her hand at Bob.

“Yup,” Lisa agreed. “Sapphire does good work.”

“He has to realize what’s happening. I mean look at those.” She nodded at the now unmistakable swellings beneath Bob’s shirt, pushing it out in a most unfamiliar way.

“Not yet,” Lisa decided, eying the nascent breasts almost jealously. It would certainly be an ironic twist to have the man in her life sport bigger boobs than her own. She sometimes wished personal gain and vanity spells didn’t carry the price they did. “Don’t forget, we asked for a low-level accommodation spell to help mask them. He may not realize exactly what’s happened until…” She looked at the way his pants fit and grinned. “Well, at least until he visits the bathroom next. I think any guy would notice if that’s missing.”

A shared giggle.

“Speaking of which,” Lisa continued. “Have you noticed anything?”

Karen shifted a little in her seat as well.

“Yeah, I think I do. I’m afraid to look, but there’s…something there. God, Lisa, it feels so weird.” A wide-eyed look. “Whoa, especially now that I’m thinking about it. It’s almost like it’s getting bigger.” She shifted again, trying to accommodate an entirely foreign pressure. She wished she hadn’t worn such tight pants. “Geez, this is totally strange.”

Lisa smiled. “Get used to it, at least for the next few days.” Then she frowned. “I haven’t felt any changes. I hope I didn’t get a dud.”

“Maybe it just takes longer.”

“Maybe. I hope it’s not a misfire. Or something even worse because we were fooling around with the medallion last night. If the magics start interacting, things could get really weird.”

Karen smiled. “As if they weren’t already.”

They both laughed, then looked up as the attendant arrived.

“We have muffins and Danish,” she announced. “Coffee?”

Karen happily accepted anything offered (including the portions for the sleeping Bob), but Lisa declined everything except some milk. She made a face.

“What’s wrong?” Karen asked in concern.

“Nothing,” Lisa replied unconvincingly, hoping this wasn’t a side effect of a misfired spell. “My stomach’s been sort of unsettled the last few days anyway, and this ride is making me a little airsick. Aw, Jesus.” She closed her eyes as a wave of nausea threatened to overcome her, and half rose from her seat before it quieted. “There, that’s better. I just hope we don’t have any turbulence.”

A sentiment to which Karen readily agreed. But, of course, if there weren’t some bumps and loops ahead, we wouldn’t have a story.

Boys in the girls’ room

Girls in the men’s room

You free your mind in your androgyny - “Androgyny” by Garbage

Bob woke up just about the time they landed. He stretched his arms, not noticing how thin and smooth they looked in his baggy shirt sleeves.

“Gosh, did I sleep the whole way?” he asked, unconsciously shaking and smoothing the long hair over his neck. He didn’t even notice his higher voice this time.

To anyone else, it was a woman dressed in man’s clothes who stood up and stretched in the aisle. The pants were too big, except where they clung to his full, wide hips and ass, and his shirt was at least three sizes too large. Luckily for Bob, his oversized shirt still partially disguised the swellings beneath, at least from his perspective, especially since he was preoccupied with wrestling their carry-ons out of the overhead bin. And wrestling was the right word. He pulled one to the edge the way he always did, tipped it out, then let out a surprised cry as the bag’s weight promptly pulled his arm down. He barely managed to catch it using both hands before it crashed to the floor.

“Whoa!” he gasped, struggling to lift it even two-handed. “I didn’t remember this being so heavy.” He looked at the other bags uncertainly. Usually, he carried at least two or three for them.

“You’re just tired,” Lisa explained, lifting the next largest bag down. It must have been a light one, Bob thought jealously, since she didn’t have to work too hard to carry it. But then again, Lisa was pretty strong – for a woman, of course. Fortunately, Karen grabbed her own bag as well, and still managed their purses. Bob certainly didn’t want to be seen carrying one of those!

They walked happily out into the warm, humid, tropical breezes that rushed to replace the stale airplane air. The female flight attendant gave Bob a perfunctory farewell, but one of the male crew looked at him in an odd way that made him uncomfortable. Unconsciously, he dropped his eyes and blushed a little.

He didn’t have much leisure to think about it, since he really struggled with his bag as they walked through the concourse, and he was sorry that he’d ever boasted of its lightness to Karen and Lisa before they’d left. For the first time ever, he understood why so many people had those bags with wheels, but he’d always scorned them as unnecessary. Until now. His shoulder had started to ache, and he paused, sweating, as they passed a restroom.

“Maybe I should make a pit stop,” he explained, actually just looking to rest. “We may have a long ride to the hotel.”

“No!” Lisa said, looking panicked. She and Karen exchanged nervous glances when he seemed puzzled by their reaction.

“Um, yeah, we need to get there right away,” Karen said, then looked inspired. She dropped her voice confidentially. “Lisa has female problems.”

“Oh,” Bob said, eager to cut her off and hear no more. He knew Lisa had been worried about her cycle recently, but had deliberately avoided hearing any details. “Right.” He hoisted his bag noisily and walked faster, his determined efforts also keeping him from noticing that he was now the same height as his companions. His oversized shoes slapped a little as he hurried.

The shuttle bus was luckily right there as they arrived outside. The driver touched his cap.

“Where are you ladies going?” he asked.

Bob was miffed at being ignored, and was also worried there might be the slightest hint of unprofessional interest in his manner towards Karen and Lisa. He therefore hurried to answer for them.

“We’re all together,” he said, as though to nip any speculation that way in the bud. “And we’re going to The Beach Club.”

“Very good.” The man didn’t seem at all put out by Bob being the one to answer. He gave them all smiles and loaded their bags.

The seats seemed a little narrow, but at least they were well padded, Bob thought to himself as the van pulled away. He felt like he was riding a little higher than usual in his.

At the hotel, Karen and Lisa went to register, leaving Bob to tip the van driver and collect their bags. He waved off the initial offer for help from the doorman, since he was used to handling the bags himself. He also had a bit of time getting his wallet free to pay the driver, since his hand missed his pocket when he reached for it. That was very strange – it was as though they were stretched out sideways or something. The wallet itself seemed too tight in the pocket, and Bob resolved to find something looser to wear as soon as possible, while reinforcing his decision to watch calories. Shorts would be perfect, since these pants were still dragging the ground as well.

That made him remember Lisa’s promise, and he checked himself discreetly. His heart sank. His arms remained nearly devoid of hair and were boyishly thin, and his clothes were still obviously oversized. Her promise of restoring him to his normal age had clearly not come off. Muttering, he began trying to cope with the suitcases.

If the carry-on bags had been a chore, the full size cases proved almost impossible. Bob couldn’t understand what was wrong. Even as a teenager, he hadn’t been this weak. He was used to carrying large bags in each hand, with smaller bags slung over his shoulders, but was struggling today with even one of their oversized cases. It didn’t help that his clothes were so uncomfortable, apparently disarrayed during the flight. His pants felt tight around his hips, and the cuffs were dragging over his shoes. Obviously, they must have slipped too low, but for some reason, they were hard to tug back. His shirt felt weird too, and was certainly hanging in an unflattering way (for a man), though it at least served to help hide how thin his upper arms had become. The material seemed really rough against his nipples, which were rubbing against it a lot more than usual, as though his chest kept shaking. It was a very odd feeling – almost … heavy. He brushed the long hair from his eyes, feeling it tickling his lower neck as well. He hoped the hotel had a barber on premises.

A young man who worked the inside desk took pity on his struggles, and walked up confidently.

“Carry your bags, ma’am?” he asked.

Bob looked up indignantly – and really looked up. The guy was much taller than he’d seemed when compared to the people around him, and had at least 4 inches on him. He looked to be about college age, was handsome, and was smiling in a friendly manner. Bob looked at him angrily, assuming the question had been meant as a sarcastic insult for the way he was struggling with the bags, but the bellhop seemed completely open and friendly, and apparently had somehow actually mistaken him for a woman. It had to be his damn hair. First thing he’d do after settling in was get a haircut.

“Um, thanks,” Bob finally admitted, too embarrassed to make a scene about the mistaken address. “Women always seem to pack too much,” he added, looking to make light of his struggles and give the kid a chance to correct his mistake.

“I’m sure you’ll use everything,” the teen replied reassuringly, as though used to people’s embarrassment. To Bob’s chagrin, he easily lifted the largest case and moved it to his cart.

Not to be outdone, Bob reached down and strained with the next one, pulling with both hands. The effort and position left him doubled over, and his sport shirt hanging open with the collar gaping, for several seconds. With a grunt, he hoisted the case and straightened up.

Just in time to find the kid still staring where his chest had been, a strange smile barely disguised on his face.

Bob felt a strange chill. He recognized that smile. It was the look men got when they were on the receiving end of an unexpected peek, and the resulting flood of uniquely male hormones (which microscopically can be seen actually high-fiving each other) briefly shut down their higher thought processes.

It was not a look men were used to receiving (much to their regret), women either being less susceptible or better at covering their reactions. Bob immediately assumed the teen must be gay (not that there’s anything wrong with that), and felt a mix of anger and surprise at being ogled so openly. The bellhop caught him staring back indignantly and just winked, moving to move the rest of the bags onto the cart.

“Dressed for the heat, I see,” he smirked.

Bob whirled angrily away and adjusted his shirt which had become even more disarrayed from his exertion. He pulled it tight and tugged the V-neck back into position. It settled easily into the groove between his breasts.

His … breasts.

He froze, feeling an awful, inescapable certainty move through him. He looked down again at the way his shirt outlined the very real, very recognizable swellings on his chest. They were pert and round, and increasingly obvious as the oversized shirt began to stick to the layer of sweat he’d built up from the tropical air and bag handling. He surreptitiously reached up to feel one, almost jumping as his fingers came into contact with the soft, sensitive mound, and even more as his nipple stiffened up beneath his touch.

“Oh, shit!” he said in disbelief, hardly breathing otherwise. His hand came up to squeeze the other one, making him look for all the world to be feeling himself up. “No, no, no!” he said, as though the words could make the changes go away.

His breasts settled back with small jiggles as he released them. He reached down to touch his backside, feeling an awful sinking sensation as his hands seem to discover an unending expanse of soft flesh. He almost reached for his crotch, but stopped for fear of what he would – or more accurately – wouldn’t find.

The teen had finished loading the bags onto the cart, leering occasionally as the woman seemed to grope herself suggestively. He was hoping this lewd show meant she was as wild as her bra-less, open shirt had suggested, and he now waited eagerly for their room assignment. He nodded towards Karen and Lisa still signing in at the counter.

“You ladies here for a meeting, or just vacation?” he asked, making conversation.

“Vacation,” Bob finally answered, only now noticing again how much his voice had changed, and trying to force it down to his normal range. It only made him sound like a woman speaking huskily. And sexily.

The teen noticed and thought more than ever that she might be trying to come on to him. He smiled knowingly, looking openly at the way her stiff nipples had begun to show through her shirt as the sweat cooled.

“Hey, I know all the best clubs around here, and some buddies and me are going out tonight. If you and your friends are interested…”

“NO!” Bob answered desperately, his eyes widening in panic. He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide what lay there. Although he probably had only B-cups at best, they felt like a couple of melons jiggling beneath his shirt in his now frantic state of mind. His voice squeaked as he tried to feign calm. “I mean, um, we haven’t really decided what we’re doing yet. Probably just relax by the beach for a couple of days.”

“I notice you don’t like tan-lines,” the boy smirked again. “I can let you know where the topless beaches are if you want. In fact.” An open leer. “I’d be happy to take you there myself.”

Bob was feeling completely helpless and embarrassed in his shock, but luckily was rescued by his companions, who finally returned with their registration materials and key. Karen was walking a little strangely, mincing her steps as though uncomfortable or unsure about something. She was holding the registration materials determinedly in front of her waist.

“Making friends?” Lisa asked innocently, as she noticed the way Bob stood, flustered and red-faced with the smirking teen, his crossed arms making it obvious he’d finally figured out what was going on beneath.

Her arrival allowed him to refocus, and change his agitation for anger. He glared.

“Can we go to our room?” he asked icily.

“You know, your hubby wouldn’t be too happy about you flirting as soon as you’re out the door,” Lisa teased him, smiling at the college kid herself. “Even if he is totally cute.”

If it was possible, Bob turned even redder, while the kid beamed.

“I was just telling … um, what is your name?” the bellhop asked Bob.

“Bob,” he replied sullenly.

When the attendant looked surprised, Lisa quickly added. “Bob … bie. Bobbie likes to keep the names short and the nights long.” She added the last in a provocative, husky tone that made Bob cringe.

“Awesome!” the kid agreed, giving Bob an even more lustful stare. “Anyway, me and my buddies are barhopping tonight. And we know these totally cool clubs, if you girls are interested.”

Karen finally took pity on Bob, even taking his arm protectively.

“That’s very nice … Steven,” she read his name off his tag. “But we’re women, not girls, and married ones at that. Thank you anyway.”

He shrugged, clearly not a stranger to rejection. “A lot of gir .. women who come here – they’re looking to really relax for a few days, if you know what I mean.” He looked at Karen’s large breasts hopefully as well, wishing she favored the braless-style and open collars Bobbie showed off in. “Look, I get off work at four. Just check in before then, and I promise you a good time.”

“We’ll certainly consider it,” Lisa agreed, finally relenting as well. “But for now, we’d like to relax a bit.”

He checked their room number and happily wheeled the cart off, though not before signaling a coworker with an enthusiastic thumbs-up sign and a nod at his guests.

And as they all left the lobby, an attractive woman who had been sitting in the lobby waiting area stood up, and walked over towards the check-in desk. She pushed past a man to speak with the clerk who had just checked them in, idly fingering a medallion around her neck. The man started to say something angrily, then froze. A confused and frightened look came across his face, and a second later, he raced towards the restrooms. The woman then unconcernedly turned her attention back to the clerk. A minute later, following a very unprofessional breach of confidence, she nodded and walked away.

After reaching the room and unloading, Steven touched Bob’s arm confidentially.

“Now then, anything you need. ANYTHING,” he repeated suggestively. “You just let me know. Hopefully I’ll see you ladies tonight.”

Another leer, and Bob was ready to pop him one, woman or man. Instead, Lisa interrupted, still unable to resist teasing him.

“Can you take care of the tip, Bobbie? And I mean with money.”

Bob was smoldering, and the kid laughing/leering as he handed him some cash. As soon as he could slam the door shut, he whirled.

“All right. What the hell is going on?” he demanded. He looked at Lisa, since Karen had already disappeared into the bathroom.

“He was cute, wasn’t he?” Lisa asked. “They’re so enthusiastic at that age.”

“Lisa!”

“OK, OK. You noticed, huh?”

He angrily whipped his shirt up, revealing two full, bouncing breasts. “How was I not supposed to notice these?” he asked sarcastically.

Lisa saw that his upper body hair had completely disappeared, leaving him looking completely female from the waist up. She also felt a slight pang at how big Bob was getting. She was clearly the least endowed of the trio, and when one of them was actually a man, that stung more. She also noticed how the cool air made his nipples perk up.

“Awww, how cute!” she said enthusiastically. “Karen! Come on out. You have to see these.”

The bathroom door opened. Apparently Karen was also having some kind of “female” problems, since she was still adjusting something beneath her stylishly loose skirt. For some reason, she’d also felt the need to immediately change out of her travel clothes, and the discarded pants were still on the floor. She looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of Bob’s new chest. No more than a glimpse, however, since Bob immediately pulled the shirt back down, somehow even more embarrassed to be displaying his breasts in front of his wife.

“He’s gonna be at least a ‘C-cup’,” Lisa said thoughtfully.

“I thought so,” Karen nodded. “His sister’s pretty big. Good thing we brought a few extra sizes.” She turned towards him with obvious curiosity. “Can we see the rest?” she asked, glancing at the parts of his body still clothed.

He blushed again, and his hands moved to cover his chest and crotch, even through his oversized clothes. “No!” he blustered He suddenly started patting himself in desperation when he found a disturbing flatness at his groin.

“Oh come on,” Lisa urged, giggling. “It’s not anything we haven’t seen before.”

“Not on me,” he answered. He was still feeling himself through his clothes, and the blood had drained from his face. “Jesus! It’s gone!”

“No it isn’t,” Lisa laughed. “It’s just … smaller. And a little higher. Here, let me show you…”

She had started towards him, and Bob backed away in a panic.

“No way!” he insisted, sounding shrill. He stopped, briefly surprised by his own high-pitched voice, then shifted tactics and tried to look intimidating. “Look, change me back. Now.”

“Why?”

“Why?” he sputtered. “Look at me!” He waved at his almost completely feminine features and body.

“I am,” Lisa sighed. “God, you’re beautiful.”

This response, frankly, surprised him. He turned to look in the room’s mirror.

It was a very disoriented looking woman who looked back at him. For a second, he was even more surprised when he didn’t recognize his face. Somehow, he’d expected his normal face atop a female body, but instead it was obviously a woman’s face that stared back. He really was rather pretty, though that was the least of his concerns at the moment.

He could still see himself in the reflection, but with differences – the nose much smaller, his lips much fuller, and the cheekbones more prominent while his chin was thinner and more delicate. His eyebrows were much thinner, and his lashes longer, making his eyes also look different, though their color was identical. Of course, his hair was noticeably longer, and had somehow selectively grown into a simple, low-maintenance, shoulder-length cut. He didn’t look like himself exactly, and even less like his sister, but the family resemblance was certainly there.

Of course, below the now slender neck, he wouldn’t have recognized himself at all. Breasts. It was just too weird to accept, but an unconscious touch again confirmed their size and sensitivity. His hips were wide, and together with his rounder, more padded behind, were all that kept his oversized pants in place. He got another shock when he kicked his oversized shoes off. Not the smaller, almost dainty feet lost in his floppy socks – he’d already expected that now - but the fact that he was now noticeably shorter than Lisa! He sat down on the bed. Karen came over to put her arm around him.

“Are you all right, Bob?”

Bob was staring at his fingernails, which had also grown out noticeably, but which thankfully bore no trace of polish. Apparently, Lisa’s spell only transformed the underlying person and not their “acquired” ornamentation.

“Why?” he asked.

Karen looked a bit uncomfortable and looked to Lisa, who shrugged.

“Why not?” was their response.

“Why not?” he exploded. “I don’t want to be a woman!”

“And why is that?” Karen asked the question coolly, but there was an underlying edge that made him take caution.

“Because I’m a man,” he responded, the logic seeming insurmountable.

“Not any more,” Lisa shrugged. That was the sort of closed-mind thinking that you had to discard when you made a career out of magic.

“But … but …” he stammered. If rather compelling arguments such as those were going to be shrugged off, his case would prove more difficult to make.

“Oh come on,” Karen cajoled him, hugging him close and secretly thrilling to feel his new breasts beneath her arms. “It’ll be fun.”

She loved Bob more than she could say, and that included his maleness. But variety was addictive, and the magical sort of possibilities that had opened to them since Lisa had come into their lives made it even more compelling. And she had settled into using and enjoying magic much more easily than Bob, perhaps partly because she’d been discovered to have considerable untapped talent, whereas Bob was a rarity with essentially none. Since both she and Lisa were bisexual (something Karen had only recently rediscovered, or at least admitted to herself, when their adventures had started), her fascination with a transgender spell was inevitable.

“Yeah,” Lisa agreed, moving in to sit on the other side. She also unexpectedly reached over to kiss him, and it was a kiss that spoke volumes: part plea, part reassurance, and part pure enjoyment (she’d been lusting after his newly full lips since they’d arrived). Always the more aggressive partner, she reached up to run her fingers through his longer, fuller hair and tickled his earlobe.

“Please?” Karen added, watching Bob’s cheeks color as Lisa’s kiss took effect. “We couldn’t resist, and thought it’d be cool to have a girls only vacation for a change. Besides, haven’t you ever been the least curious?”

Lisa broke her kiss, leaving them both flushed, breathless and a little heated up. She gave him a crooked smile and her crystal-green eyes sparkled before she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “We’ll make it worth your while.”

Bob at this point noticed several things. First, he was becoming as aroused as ever by Lisa’s attention – whatever her spell had done physically, his mental and emotional patterns seemed unchanged. Second, her kiss felt different. Better. And her stroking of his hair and ear had been far more … arousing. It was like his nerves were rewired slightly, and he had new erogenous zones. Or maybe it was just because everything seemed so different. Lisa being slightly taller – and stronger. He could feel the difference when she pressed up against him.

In any case, his response was to feel both flushed and excited. His nipples had hardened again, and Karen made a giggle as she reached over to lightly touch one. He gasped – they were even more sensitive when someone else touched them. Now Karen started to kiss him, still fondling his breasts, while Lisa began stroking his lower body through his clothes. It all felt wonderful, and different. He started to lose himself in the sensations, feeling a very odd warmth moving through his lower body, and then he froze.

“Geez!” he gasped. “Did I just pee myself?” He noticed an undeniable wetness that had suddenly become obvious and shifted uncomfortably while eyeing Lisa suspiciously. (After all, her previous spells had been known to reduce him to diapers.) He looked at his pants in surprise, not understanding why he could feel so wet and not have anything show through.

Karen and Lisa exchanged looks and chuckled.

“Um, probably not. At least I hope not,” Lisa explained. “I think it just means we had the effect we wanted. Remember, for a woman, it feels different.

Bob paled a little, imagining what was happening – what he looked like down there. He struggled to stand up, putting an end to their clearly amorous support.

“Look I’m … I’m not ready yet,” he said truthfully, though the particular and infamous phrasing made the two women smile. “Give me a chance to think about this.” He froze for a second as he thought of something, then looked at them with clear alarm. “You CAN change me back, right? I mea