Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2004 11:26:13 +1000 (EST)
From: peta19732000@yahoo.com.au
Subject: Duncan's Lesson in Life - Chapter 1 (TG Fantasy)

TG (Magic) - Duncan's Lesson in Life

CHAPTER 1: Transformation

First of all let me fill you in on myself, my name is Duncan, I am about 6
ft tall, athletic build, brown hair, brown eyes, not bad looking, and as
masculine as you can get, I drive a big car, own a rotti, have lots of
power tools and I work for the government in anti terrorism.

I was comfortable with myself buy my wife and friends always say that I can
be a male chauvinist.  In my mind women have their place like men; women
were built for a specific purpose.  I am not saying that they shouldn't be
given the same rights as men; I just believe they don't belong in some
areas.  This view tends to get me into hot water a lot of the time, but
because I am a pretty friendly guy most people just roll their eyes and put
it down to Duncan being Duncan.

All of my views were soon to change though, as I will explain.

It was a warm summer's day, nothing out of the ordinary, I had just got
back home from a very rigorous workout.  My wife Karen has walked up to me
and ran her fingers through my hair (I hadn't had it cut for a couple of
months and I was starting to look a little bit shaggy), "I think it is time
for a haircut dear", my wife said in an off hand manner as she walked down
the hallway.  I looked in the mirror and was inclined to agree with her.
On that note I had a shower and made my way into town for a haircut.

I arrived at the only hairdressers in town, I always hated coming here, it
was a bit too girly for me, but as it was I didn't have much of a choice.
All the girls knew me by my first name, so as I walked in I got a chorus of
"Hi Duncan", they were all pretty hot, there were three of them, two of the
girls were around 20 years old, one blonde the other brunette, slim and
sexy.  The other was the owner, Chantelle.  Chantelle was a strange one; I
could never pick her and always found it hard to strike up a conversation.
She was quite a bit older than the other girls, I would guess in her mid
forties, but for her age she was still very hot, she had very long silky
red hair, a great body which she would make sure as much was revealed as
possible without breaking the law.  When she cut my hair I was quite glad
that I had the cape thing on to hide my raging hard on (I hated wearing
briefs).

Chantelle told me there would be a wait of about fifteen minutes, so I sat
down and grabbed a magazine, it just happen to be a female hair style
magazine, with lots of strange and beautiful hairstyles.  I flicked through
it not really paying much attention as going through the motions of turning
the pages.

Next minute Chantelle was looking over my shoulder, she whispered in my ear
"See anything you like honey, I am sure we can make you look just
beautiful".  I jumped, I didn't even hear her come up behind me, I suppose
I had just zoned out.  I went beet red and looked at her.  "Ah no, not even
really paying much attention to it mate, time for a haircut then??"

Chantelle smiled, grabbed the mag out of my hands and ushered me to a
chair.  I sat down, as she gathered her items together, she wrapped some
tissue paper around my neck and put on the apron/cape thing to keep the
hair off me and then turned the tissue paper down over the top of it, nice
neat and hopefully effective.  The two younger girls have then left waving
goodbye, I looked at Chantelle in the mirror and said "early mark for the
girls?" "Not really, it is 4.00pm after all and it slows down at this time
of the day, so I don't want to pay them for sitting on their arses!"

I had to agree with this as Chantelle asked what I wanted today "Did you
want a long sleek flowing hairstyle or your usual short back and sides" It
was a weird question, I though she was joking and I have laughed
accordingly and said "Just the usual".

"You are so boring Duncan" as she ran a comb through my hair wetting it
down as she went.  The phone rang and she has excused herself, for some
reason I was already hard, I know Chantelle turns me on, but normally it
takes a bit longer than this.  She seemed to be acting a bit weird today,
almost seductive.  I kept reminding myself that I was happily married with
no desire to compromise that.

Chantelle came back after about five minutes on the phone; she has closed
the blinds in the store with the excuse "Afternoon sun can be pretty glary
at times".  She has continued to comb my hair back, it felt really good for
some reason and I started relaxing, as she was making each stroke through
my hair it started to feel strange, as if my hair was getting longer, the
comb just seemed to stay in it for a greater period of time.  I tried to
look up as she was combing but my eyes started to get heavy, then I fell
asleep.

CHANTELLE:

Chantelle was a successful hairdresser who loved her work, and equally
loved all of her customers and staff, she was good at her job and liked to
think that she knew what was best for her customers.  When Duncan Peters
walked in wanting a haircut she saw a man who was totally overcompensating
with masculinity.  She had known Duncan for about 5 years as a customer.
He had told her many things about his life and work that was usually in
confidence, and she kept it this way kind of like an unofficial
hairdresser's code of secrecy.  She knew he did very dangerous work for the
government and as such was very gung ho.  He loved guns, big cars, tough
dogs, and his chainsaw.  He had never tried anything different with his
hair, even after the most direct hints from Chantelle.  On this day when he
was waiting for his haircut, Chantelle saw him pick up the latest women's
hairstyle magazine.  At this point she became curious of how he would react
or behave as a woman.

Another thing about Chantelle that most people did not know is that she was
born into a family of ancient magic; she had not embraced this side of her
life and often fought it.  Although on occasions she would tap the magic
well deep within her to solve problems that confounded her for far too
long.  One of those problems was Duncan, she wanted to give him a new
perspective on life, she wanted him to know something other than guns and
violence.

So she planted her seed with the initial whisper in Duncan's ear, she then
sent her employees home, placing Duncan in a chair ready for her to sculpt
like a block of clay.  She was exuding power, like a doctor would
administer an anaesthetic she was dulling Duncan's senses with magic.  She
began to pass this magic through her comb and down into Duncan's brain and
body, he was becoming drowsy and aroused at the same time.  Then the phone
rang, no great drama, the process was going to take half the night anyway
so one delay didn't matter.  The phone call was Duncan's wife, she told
Chantelle that she had been called into work and wanted Duncan to know that
she would not be home until late, perfect. Chantelle has then dropped a
couple of hints of what she intended for Duncan.  Karen appeared cautious
and little bit shaken with Chantelle's comments, but Chantelle knew that
Karen really wanted to spend some time with a female Duncan. Or at least
she hoped.

Chantelle returned to Duncan and continued to comb his hair which was
steadily getting longer and longer.  Duncan nearly noticed what was
happening and with a soft flood of magic was soundly put into a deep
slumber.

The combing continued until Duncan's hair was at least waist length;
Chantelle has then undressed him, until he sat naked in his chair.  By this
stage the magic was flowing in strong waves from Chantelle, her eyes glowed
with power and her hair stood on end and the power coursed through her
body.

About 9.00pm Chantelle was exhausted, but Duncan was looking very
beautiful, changes had not fully taken effect but would slowly progress
over the coming days until he was a fully functioning woman.  Chantelle
slowly assessed Duncan's new form.  His hair was now blonde, long and
thick, flowing down his back like waves of silk.  He no longer had a penis,
but now was the proud owner of a vagina, uterus and ovaries, effectively
fully functioning female genitalia.  He was completely hairless, save for
his head.  There was no hint of a beard, his body had begun to take on the
classic hourglass figure and his face was beginning to soften.  There were
a couple of things missing, Chantelle could not do this with magic, so she
ran out the back and came back with her ear piercing kit and just as
quickly she had two diamond studs in each of Duncan's lobes.  She has then
shaped Duncan's eyebrows to a more feminine arch.  Finally dressing him in
his old clothes carried him to his car and drove him home, tucking him in
bed and disappearing into the night.  Now all she had to do is wait for the
fire works, at this thought she chuckled to herself "I wonder if he will
appreciate the gift I have given him?"

KAREN:

Karen had been married to Duncan for about six years, in that time she had
come to love his finer qualities, he was a gentle and loving husband, but
on occasions he could be frustratingly immature.  There were times when she
wished he could understand how she felt, could appreciate her pain when she
was menstruating coupled with the hormonal mood swings.  As a rule he would
blunder every month and there would without fail be an argument, with him
screaming "I don't understand what your problem is, one moment your normal
the next you're a fruit loop", then Karen would scream "You're an idiot
Duncan" then run off to have a good cry.  He was still a great husband but
needed some insights into the finer qualities of womanhood.

On the day of Duncan's change to the fairer sex, Karen had been called into
work to fill in for someone off sick, Karen worked on a bar at the local
pub, Duncan hated this but Karen enjoyed the interaction with people and
even though the pay was lousy she always had a great time.  It was a Friday
night and proved to be busy, Duncan had gone to get another Military
Haircut, and she wished he would try something different.  She had to let
him know she was working so Karen made a quick call to the local Salon and
Chantelle answered "Hi Karen, I was just getting started on Duncan, what's
up?" Karen asked Chantelle to pass the message on about working, then
Chantelle said something that sent a chill through Karen "I thought Duncan
could do with some prettying up, what do you think?", Karen thought
Chantelle was joking, but the tone of voice just seemed a little creepy,
what was she going to do, dress him in drag, no she must be joking, so with
the thought that she was joking Karen said "Do what you want, it's about
time he saw what the other side was all about" but Karen deep down was only
half joking, after hanging up the phone she thought about what a female
Duncan would be like to live with, for the entirety of the night.

Upon arriving at work she was right, it was ridiculously busy, and then
phone conversation with Chantelle was totally forgotten.  About 2.00am she
has made her way home.  Duncan's car was there, so thankfully he made it
home as well, Karen crept through the dark house not wanting to wake her
sleeping husband.  She stripped off naked and got into bed with him,
kissing him softly on the cheek.  Strange, his cheek was very smooth, with
no hint of stubble.  Why would he shave on days off unless he intended on
giving her some special time!  She kissed him again on the lips, slowly
getting more aroused at the thought of some passionate time with Duncan.
So smooth, he has done a good job shaving tonight.  Again she kissed him
and this time he kissed back, obviously rousing from his slumber.  He said
"Karen, I'm so tired, can we do it in the morning?"  His voice was soft
almost feminine, Karen put it down to being woken from a deep slumber.
"Well wake up then handsome, I want a piece of my man tonight"

Duncan moved closer to Karen "Fine, just don't hurt me you crazy vixen!"
Again that soft feminine voice, now with a sweet ring to it, he was waking
up and it was his voice kind of, but a female version of it, strange.
Karen then pulled his head to her and kissed him deeply, while holding the
back of his head she noticed that his hair was covering his neck.  Feeling
further down she ran her fingers through hair that just kept continuing,
very long, almost waist level.  He's got a wig on, now that was weird.  Not
jumping to too many conclusions she tried to deftly pull the wig off.
"OW!" "What the hell are you doing Karen, since when did you pull hair to
get off" Duncan sat up and switched on the bedside light, Karen couldn't
believe her eyes, it was Duncan, but a female Duncan.  Karen nearly fell
off the bed in shock.

DUNCAN:

It was a strange sensation having my hair combed, almost as if it was
growing while being combed.  Then everything went black, next thing I knew
I was in bed being kissed by Karen, I woke up after feeling her lips on
mine, I think I mumbled something about waiting till morning, but Karen was
insistent, she wanted sex and she wanted it now.  So I obliged, she pulled
me into a hard passionate kiss, next thing she was pulling my hair, but she
was pulling it from the middle of my back "OW" I said, I made it known that
I wasn't happy with having my hair pulled and switched on the bedside
light, strange I was still in my clothes from when I went to the
hairdressers.  Come to think of it what the hell happened after the
hairdressers" I didn't even know how I got home.  I looked at Karen and she
had an expression on her face of total shock.  "What's got into you, you
look as though you've seen a ghost", my voice was strange; I tried to clear
my throat.  "Duncan, get out of bed and come into the bathroom with me"
"what the hell are you on about woman" again that strange almost musical
voice coming from my mouth.  I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom
with Karen hot on my heels.  She switched on the light and looking back
from the mirror were two very nice looking women.  Then my jaw dropped, as
did the hot looking blonde's in the mirror.  It was me; I looked like a
woman, "What the fuck!!! Chantelle, what, shit fuck!!!" "Calm down honey,
what do you mean Chantelle?" Karen was trying to console me.  "Well I don't
know how I got back from the hairdressers and I have no recollection of
having a haircut, all I remember was getting my hair combed then falling
asleep.  Now look at me!"  Karen put her arm around my shoulders, strange
we now were the same height and my shoulders were heaps narrower.  "I
thought something funny was going on when I spoke with her on the phone,
she said a couple of strange comments about making you pretty, I just
thought she was joking" My mind was racing, what had Chantelle done to me.
With fear clawing at my brain I slowly pulled my shirt off, again I looked
in the mirror and saw two very small but noticeable breasts, it was still
me but almost in mid change between male and female, my face was a softer
version of my male self, but my hair was the real thing that got my eye.
It was long, very long, but thick straight and as soft and smooth as silk;
I watched as Karen was looking at me with wide eyes, her hands slowly ran
through my hair gathering it up in a makeshift bun on the back of my head.
She silently got one of her hair clips and secured it in place. She stood
back and looked at me again, "your ears are even pierced".  I hadn't
noticed with the state of shock of was in, my body felt numb, I looked at
my ears and saw two diamonds in each lobe, I reached up and touched them,
they felt weird, foreign, but there was no pain.

Karen then stood behind me and slowly pulled my shorts down, so I was
standing in front of the mirror completely naked.  She turned me away from
the mirror and looked at me again in wide eyed shock.  "Sweetie, I am going
to get you to look down, but please don't fall over, I am sure we can get
this fixed" At this point I was near to panic; I looked down and saw
nothing.  I put my hands down to my crotch and felt for my penis, it was
gone.  My finger slipped in between two folds of skin and an electric shock
went through my body, as I ran my finger over a moist and very female
vagina.  I then nearly fell over, Karen caught me and half carried me to
bed and lay me down.  "I'm sure there is an explanation for this Duncan,
we'll see Chantelle tomorrow, lets just sleep on it tonight" I couldn't
move, my who male world had come crashing down around me, effectively I was
a woman, and I didn't want to be.  Karen undid the clip in my hair and
brushed it out, it was kind of soothing and before long I was asleep.  That
night I had many very disturbing dreams, the most disturbing thought was
spending the rest of my life as a woman, in my dream I was wearing a maid
outfit, cooking and cleaning, waiting on my wife hand and foot, the whole
time all of my friends were standing in the background laughing and
pointing at me.  All I wanted to do was run away and hide in the darkest
place I could find.

All of a sudden it was morning, I was hoping, no wishing that it was all a
dream, I opened my eyes slowly, Karen was next to me still asleep, I looked
up at the ceiling and then have moved my hands to my chest.  I gasped with
shock, my breasts were now a lot bigger than what they were last night,
they were now VERY noticeable, I could feel my eyes filling with tears,
what the hell was going on with me, I never cried, I let out a loud sob, I
just couldn't control my emotions.  This has woken Karen "Duncan, are you
alright?" She slid over to me and propped herself up on one elbow, "well it
wasn?t a dream" she mumbled as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.  I was
now openly crying, I just couldn't control it.  Karen has sat up "oh,
common my big tough pretty husband, come here" I sat up and she embraced me
as I sobbed into her shoulder, she began to stroke my hair and kiss the top
of my head, I looked up "Karen, how are we going to have a normal marriage
if I look like this, I mean your no lesbian, how are we going to have kids,
I can't go to work looking like this, what the hell am I going to do?"

Karen lift my chin so she was looking into my eyes, "Duncan there is only
one thing we can do, go and see Chantelle and get to the bottom of this no
matter what it takes", she said this with such steely resolve that it kind
of reassured me.  She has then jumped out of bed "let's get out of bed and
get moving, I want answers as much as you" I got out of bed, I was still
naked, Karen let out a sharp gasp, I looked at her "My god Duncan, You're
beautiful, come with me" she reached out and took my hand, nearly dragging
me in front of a full length mirror in our bedroom.  Once again my knees
nearly buckled, the changes that occurred during the night nearly made me
unrecognisable as my former male self, I had largish breast, a little
bigger than Karen's, I knew her size as 12C, so I must have been into a D
size cup (Handy to know this information for Christmas and birthday
presents!), I was totally hairless, save for the hair on my head, which in
itself was some of the most beautiful hair I had ever seen, it was like a
golden waterfall, thick, straight and silky, and very soft to touch, it
reach nearly to my arse, and I could feel it tickling my back and bum, my
earrings glinted in the light which brought my attention to them, that was
a little too female for me, even though I looked hot I just didn't want to
play the part of a woman, so I started to remove them, they came out
surprisingly easily with no pain, Karen then had a close look and found the
holes to be healed as if they had been there all my life. "Duncan you are
going to have to dress as a woman to avoid drawing attention to yourself,
so you may as well put the earrings back in."  "No way, I may look like a
woman, but I am still a man on the inside, and real men don't wear
earrings", "obviously this hasn't changed your belligerent and chauvinistic
attitude!" Karen has then walked out of the bedroom mumbling to herself.

Typical woman, I looked back at the mirror and reassessed that thought, was
I a typical woman with all my crying and carrying on.  I shook my head
feeling my hair shift across my back and shoulders; this was all so much to
take in.  I looked again into the mirror.  I had lost some height, and now
stood about 5'8", my breasts were full and firm, they didn't seem too big,
but looked hot.  I was slim but not skinny, my face only bore a very
distant resemblance to my former self, you really had to look hard to
notice and maybe I was just trying to see my former face.  My eyebrows were
thin and shaped in nice even arches over a pair of green eyes with my long
lashes, at least that is something that hasn't changed!  I looked at my
hands, they were fine dainty looking things, sure was a lot different to
the huge hands that I used to have.  I moved these dainty girl hands to my
breasts and cupped them in my palms.  It felt so weird yet very sensual; I
started to breath heavily and noticed that both large nipples have become
erect.  I took hold of one of those nipples and squeezed it softly.  I
couldn't believe how turned on that made me feel, they were so sensitive.
I felt moistness between my legs, damn, had I wet myself? I moved my hand
between my legs, and felt for the moisture, no, I was wet, but it wasn't
urine, it was my own juices.  I should know this; I mean I have had a close
relationship with Karen's pussy for many years now.  I spread my pussy lips
apart and ran my finger between them; I touched my clit and nearly fell
over with pleasure.  Standing up won't do, I jumped on the bed and covered
myself with the doona, then went to work, while massaging a breast with one
hand I was slowly rubbing my clit with the other, my whole body was
reacting to this, it was amazing, so completely different to my reactions
as a male, it was true men and women were so far apart that maybe men were
from mars and women from Venus!

By now I was softly moaning in my musical female voice, I was so wrapt up
in exploring my new body that I didn't hear Karen come into the room.  She
has crept up on me and gently kissed my lips.  I was in a state of sexual
ecstasy and would have done anything to further that, this body was made
for sexual pleasure.  I slipped my tongue into Karen's mouth and she
returned this kiss.  I opened my eyes and saw Karen slowly undressing,
exposing her beautiful body to me.  She has then slipped into bed and
continued to kiss me, while massaging my other breast.  My passion was
almost suffocating, I moved a hand to Karen's breast, and slowly kissed my
way down her neck to her breasts, I licked her nipples until they were at
attention, and again moved down her body until I reached her navel and
again have caressed this spot, playing with her navel ring, and again
slowly moved down until I was face to face with her steaming wet pussy.  I
ever so slowly ran my tongue along its length giving her clit a quick
flick, she moaned loudly.  I have then turned around and put my pussy in
line with her face, continuing to lick and play with hers.  There was no
reaction for some time then she tentatively spread my pussy lips apart and
slowly ran her tongue through it, it was electrifying.  We both have then
with a sense of desperation brought each other to a loud and sweaty climax.
I lay there for some time staring at my wife's pussy wondering why men
can't experience such intense sexual experiences, it was amazing.  But at
the same time it still brought back my initial problem, I was a man in a
woman's body who although loved the sexual experience did not want to be
there.

I sat up moving the hair away from my face and looked at Karen, she looked
at me and gave a tight lipped grin, and I said "What's wrong?" She paused
for a moment and softly responded "I loved that so much, I loved it better
than what you could give me as a man, and it was so erotic and sensual.  I
am afraid Duncan, I don't want these feelings, I am not a lesbian, but I
love being with you as a woman".  I turned around and kissed her softly,
"Karen you are still in love with me, whether I am a man or a woman, you
fell in love with Duncan the man and as such have formed a life long bond,
we are simply soul mates exploring each other, that doesn't make you a
lesbian or for that matter, I suppose it doesn't make me one either" I
smiled ruefully at that thought, imagine me being a lesbian, who would have
ever thought.  I then started laughing in sheer hopelessness of the current
situation, Karen has began laughing as well, and we lay there for much of
the day just holding each other and wondering what our meeting with
Chantelle will bring.

Chapter 2 will follow on demand, if you like the story so far, email me on
peta1973200@yahoo.com.au