The Cabin - Chapter 20: Two Weeks Later (Patreon)

Josh was feeling good. He wondered if his own moans had awoken him. His eyes rolled back in his head as he was trying to open them. Pleasure radiated from his groin. A warm, very female body was draped along his legs. Waking every morning to a mind blowing blow job should be in the Constitution, he thought. His hand trailed through Alex's hair.

She scooted forward and pushed her pussy onto his hard cock. She pulled his hands around her waist and stroked his cock a few times. Then her body shifted under his hands. She was shrinking and her weight was shifting away from his legs. Her pussy remained around his cock. Her waist was no longer a waist, shrinking down to thin metal cylinder about two and half inches in diameter cylinder. He looked down and could see the cylinder was about eighteen inches tall. His cock was inside the cylinder, though it still felt like it was in her pussy. His raised and lowered the cylinder and it was just like fucking his girlfriend and masturbating at the same time. After a few moments he came and the pussy on a stick was squeezing his cock like it had orgasmed as well.

He sat up and noticed the other end of the cylinder had lips opened in an O shape. He lifted the cylinder off his cock, turned it around, and put his cock in the lips end of the cylinder. A tongue lashed his cock and he entered the mouth. It continued to rub up and down on his cock, cleaning him up. After a few licks he pulled off and looked at it.

“You know,” he said to the sex toy. “If you curve the cylinder into a torus so the pussy end and the tongue end meet up, you could lick your own pussy all day.”

As the cylinder bent around, the lips and the pussy met flush up against one another.

“Now lick yourself and don't stop while shaped like this. Oh, you can't change your shape. Only your tongue moves and you can't make it grow.”

“What did you do?” Alex's thoughts were loudly made.

“Enjoy your day,” Josh said, leaving his sex-toy girlfriend on a pillow as he went to take a shower.

* * *

Jesse felt strong hands massaging her shoulders. “If this is supposed to wake me up, it won't work,” she purred.

Steve slid into bed next to her. “You have to wake up and go to work.”

“Can't I call out because I have magic powers?”

“We discussed this. We're keeping our jobs for at least until the end of the year.”

She sighed. Looking up at the clock she looked at him accusingly, “And why aren't you at work?”

“I am at work,” he needled. “Got there half hour early. I'm also in a grocery store picking up a few things for dinner. And I'm here making sure you get up.”

She crawled out of bed and walked to the closet. She tossed a few clothes on the bed and looked at them. After a few moments of consideration and swapping out the blouse for a different one, she leaned over the bed and seemed to liquify, flowing into the clothes and then standing up, solidifying and then straightening the clothes on her body. Her hair and makeup were already properly done by the time the clothes settled into place. She checked herself in the mirror and smiled.

“That never gets old,” Steve said, giving her a kiss.

“I've got to run. B-bye.”

Steve escorted her to the front door and closed it behind her. As he turned around a tablet was in his face. “Here, read the final chapters.”

“Good morning to you, Carolina,” he said ironically as he took the tablet in hand. He split off a copy of himself as a woman and she took the tablet to a chair in the living room and sat down.

“Who is that?”

“Stephanie,” Steve said. “Me as an adult female. Jesse was tired of seeing her own face (or Alex's) when I turned into a woman.”

“So she turned you into a girl?”

“Yeah, last week, you were there,” he said. “When was the last time you ate... or slept?”

“Sometime yesterday,” she replied as he ushered her into the kitchen.

“Good Morning,” Shahala announced. “I've made waffles.”

“You didn't have to,” Steve started.

“But I wanted waffles so I made a lot.”

“Thank you,” Carolina said, taking a mouthful of waffle. “These are good.”

“Yes, very good,” Steve agreed. “Any plans for today, Shahala?”

She shrugged. “Not really. I'm not very good with making plans just for myself.”

“Well, you are going to bed as soon as you finish eating,” he told Carolina. “And you are going to get yourself ready for a night out with Carolina,” he told Shahala. “I know a guy who owns a comedy club a few blocks from here. I'll make sure he has a table for you two. You'll have dinner, enjoy a few good comedians, and maybe meet new people who aren't me or Jesse in altered form.”

“That sounds exciting,” said Shahala. “I don't have a thing to wear.”

“We can go shopping after we get Carolina to bed.”

* * *

Amanda strode down the street, walking past a few boutiques until she came to her destination. Standing in the window was an Amandaquinn modeling a lovely blue sequined gown. She ducked down the alley next to the store and knocked at the side door.

A short woman who looked to be in her forties opened the door and exclaimed, “Right on time, as usual, Amanda.” She stepped back to allow Amanda in. “There's your next outfit,” she added pointing to a rack containing a single dress: black with red and gold color blocks.

“That's great, Ms Bede,” Amanda said. “I see it looking good like this,” she continued as she posed is a backward leaning pose with her arms slightly bent in front of her. She had a serious expression and her head was turned slightly to the side.

Ms Bede lowered one of her arms slightly and tilted her head back a little. “Perfect,” she declared. “Get dressed. I'll be back in a few.”

Amanda stripped off all her clothes, panty lines were not allowed on mannequins. She draped her clothes over the rack and put on the dress. She added the accessories and shoes on top of the rack. As she dressed, her double in the blue dress entered and they touched one another's fingertips.

“Oo, It's Thursday,” Amanda-in-blue exclaimed. “Tea night.” Thanks to a wish granted by Carolina, multiple Amandas could catch up on what each other knew by touching rather than waiting until Don rejoins them. “Sorry you'll miss it.” She removed the blue dress and hung it where the black dress had been and started putting on the underclothes her double had left on the rack.

“I'll catch up when we meet tomorrow. How do I look?” asked Amanda-in-black, showing off the black and red dress.

The dress reached to mid-thigh. Amanda-formerly-in-blue straightened out a fold in the hem on Amanda-in-black's left side. “That's good. Have fun.”

“I will,” Amanda-in-black said leaving the room.

Amanda finished getting dressed as Ms Bede entered. “I meant to call you earlier this week but I often forget that while you are in the window you are also home.”

Amanda nodded knowingly, “Pretend we are twins with the same name.”

“You mean triplets with the same name, because that isn't unusual,” Ms Bede joked. “I have need of all three of you and perhaps more for a show next weekend. I know it's short notice, but can you do it?”

“I'll let you know when I come in tomorrow.”

“That's fine. Take care,” They embraced and exchanged air kisses before Ms Bede walked with her to the side door, locking it behind her as she left.

Amanda walked around to the front of the store. Amanda-in-black's pose was very dramatic, rarely seen in mannequin poses.

The mannequin projected into her mind, “See you tomorrow.”

Amanda gave her a little wave, then turned and walked back up the street.

* * *

Shahala, having to wait in the living room for Steve, was a bundle of nerves. When they got back to the city two weeks ago, Jesse, Carolina, and she had gone clothing shopping. But she had not picked out clothes for going to a club. She had only bought practical clothing. Carolina could wear Jesse's nice clothes but Shahala was shorter than them both and needed better fitting clothes.

“Let's go,” called a feminine voice. Shahala was surprised as Stephanie stepped out of the bedroom in a teal dress and low heels. Her face was made up, she had some jewelry on, and she had a small clutch in hand. “How do I look?” She asked with a twirl.

“Lovely,” Shahala said shaking her head. “Does Jesse know you do this?”

They walked out of the apartment as she explained. Her female forms have a slightly altered personality, adding priority to “feminine” things. This was accomplished by a wish granted by Carolina that altered the wish Shahala had granted to help Steve with his femininity when he was female. Stephanie admitted she was more aware of fashion and knew things about makeup that Steve would have to think a bit about if he wanted access to the knowledge.

“It's a different perspective that I can appreciate better thanks to the wish,” Stephanie admitted.

“Does it apply to all female forms you have?”

“Yes. The personality change is also filtered from the mental link I share with my other copies. I insisted on that so I would avoid having arguments with myself.”

After an hour or two looking for an outfit, they had lunch at a small restaurant nearby. When the waiter came over Stephanie was sure to ask him about his day. When he left, Shahala asked, “Were you flirting with the waiter?”

“Serge? Maybe a little,” she admitted. “It's harmless. It doesn't hurt to be friendly with the people handling your food.

“Serge? You know him?”

“I've eaten here before.” She crossed her legs and leaned forward. “I think the two guys over there are looking at us.”

“And that doesn't bother you?”

“It's kind of flattering. Though I could see it also being creepy if you aren't looking for that kind of interest.”

“So then you are looking for that kind of interest?”

Stephanie blushed. “Not exactly, but I find it flattering. Steve would be horrified. But when I'm female I have naughty thoughts about men, those thoughts are filtered out of the mind link.”

As they were eating the two men in question approached their table. Both were dressed in a business casual style: button down shirts with khaki slacks. But both also sported ties reducing the casualness of the look. The man who spoke was tall, blond and had a rich low pitched voice, “We couldn't help noticing you lovely ladies and we would have been depressed all day if we did not at least introduce ourselves. I'm Alan.”

“And I'm Chase,” said the other man who was also tall but had darker hair. “We were wondering if you might join us for drinks in the lounge when you're finished eating?”

Shahala was obviously tongue-tied. So Stephanie said, “We will certainly consider it.”

“Excellent,” Alan said. “Might I be so bold as to ask what your names are?”

“This is Shahala and I am Stephanie.”

“Enjoy your meals,” Chase added as the stepped away from the table backwards a few steps before turning and heading for the lounge.

“What did you do?” Shahala hissed in a stage whisper.

“I said we'd think about it. We don't have to go to the lounge later.” After a moment, when Shahala seemed a bit more calm, Stephanie added, “Chase was kind of cute. Wasn't he?”

“I don't know,” Shahala blushed.

“You were looking at Alan, then?” Stephanie asked. When Shahala did not respond she continued, “It was his voice, wasn't it?”

Shahala nodded. “I could feel his voice in my toes.”

“And you don't want to meet him for a drink and talk to him?”

“I'm afraid I'd just hand him my bottle without ever speaking to him.” Her eyes were looking upward a.nd her face looked relaxed as if she were daydreaming. “I could just imagine him as my Master with such a commanding voice.”

“Well don't do that.”

“What? Why not?”

“You are free. Don't shackle yourself to someone you've just met. Date for a while, really get to know him. After all, whoever you choose, you are giving access to great power. I don't think he makes your toes curl when he speaks is the best criteria for giving power to someone.”

“You should talk,” Shahala said defensively. “Your friends have great power and no one was there to stop you.”

“I'm not stopping you. I'm telling you to take it slow.” Stephanie retorted. “How about this? I'll go over there and invite them to the club you and Carolina are going to later. I don't mind being flirty but I don't want to give those guys the impression that I'm available. That's just mean.”

“I don't know.”

“Okay, we can just leave. If they are there tonight it would be one heck of a coincidence.”

After they finished their meal and Stephanie paid for it they went to the bathroom together. Stephanie joked that it was her first time going to the restroom in a group. As she left her stall, she left behind a copy of herself. After Shahala and the first Stephanie left, the second one waited a few minutes until her other self had left the restaurant. She then left the restroom and went to the lounge.

Alan saw her and waved her over. She sat down next to Chase.

“Where's your friend with the lovely name? Was it Shahala?” Alan asked.

“She's extremely shy. And I'm already seeing someone. But I know Shahala and a friend of ours named Carolina will be going to a certain comedy club this evening around seven. So I could not convince Shahala to meet with you here but I happen to know the owner at the club. So if you give me your business cards, I can arrange for you to be seated right where Shahala and Carolina are seated.”

“That's awfully generous,” Chase said. “Why us?”

“She's new in town and doesn't have a lot of friends who aren't my friends. Actually Carolina is also new in town. So I'm hoping you two are the gentlemen you acted like before and will make her feel welcome in our fair city.”

“No pressure.” Alan joked.

“Only that you don't do anything to harm her,” she said holding the business cards in hand. “I know where you work and I believe in vengeance.”

“We promise to be perfect gentlemen with your friends.”

* * *

Josh arrived at Steve's offices around one. He was not looking forward to this. He introduced himself to the front desk receptionist and she called Steve's assistant. A few moments later, an older woman who seemed to be trying to dress youthfully arrived at the front desk to escort him to Steve's office.

Given what he was going to do later he guessed he should read the assistant's mind now. Her name was Maggie and she had been with the company seven years. She was transferred to Steve a few months ago as a spy for a Mr. Jordan. She was apparently dating “Pooky”, her name for Mr Jordan, for the last couple years secretly. She was even planning to sabotage some important paperwork by “losing” it for a couple days when she returned to her desk.

Josh shook his head and guessed Steve was right.

She lead Josh into Steve's office and closed the door behind them.

Steve got up and shook Josh's hand. “Glad you could make it.”

Josh wondered how many surveillance device were in the room and then he knew about three of them. “Think we could head out to lunch now? I'm starved.”

“Okay. I need to meet someone nearby as well.”

As they went to a nearby deli for sandwiches, Josh filled Steve in on what he had found in Maggie's mind. A few minutes later Stephanie walked in and joined them.

“My how you've grown,” Josh joked. “I could swear you were just a child a couple weeks ago.”

“Ha, ha,” Stephanie replied. “I just setup Shahala and Carolina with a double date for tonight.” She explained to Josh how she met their dates.

“So what do I do about Maggie?”

Josh gathered a few facts before responding. “Okay, first call Maggie and tell her your errands made it impossible to get lunch so have her come to this deli for food that you've already called in. I'll bring her over to a couple seats over there and make a few modifications to her mind. While she's on her way down, you two find somewhere to recombine and then go back to your office. There are three bugs in your room: Under your phone, on the underside of your second desk drawer, and in the potted plant by the window. I suggest you dispose of them. You also should have Don or Alex whip up some kind of jamming device that you can keep in your office since the bugs will probably be replaced.”

“Who placed the bugs?”

“Maggie placed the phone bug at Mr. Jordan's request. Someone name Nelson Conner placed the desk drawer one. And the potted plant one was actually placed by the former occupant of the office, Ed, your boss.”

Steve made the call and left the store with Stephanie. When Maggie arrived he compelled her to use the bathroom and then sit with him in a back booth. While she sat there he compelled her to tell him about her weekend while he made some adjustments to her mind. As she nattered away, he converted loyalty and lust for Pooky to admiration and loyalty to Steve. He then informed her which other two women at work that Pooky was sleeping with and gave her information that she could use to prove to those women that all three of them were being played by him. She would not realize that she knew these things until she entered the lobby at work.

Finally he cut off her story with, “Glad to see you again, but I bet you need to get back to work.”

She agreed and hastily left the store.

* * *

Stephanie and Shahala arrived home as another Stephanie was unpacking groceries in the kitchen. The Stephanie who had accompanied Shahala on her shopping trip explained that Steve was planning to have a nice dinner date at home with Jesse while Shahala and Carolina were out tonight. The three of them helped put away the groceries and helped prepare the meal.

In the afternoon, they woke up Carolina and pushed her into the shower. Stephanie informed her about the men who would meet them at the club. Carolina had some misgivings but was game to meet them. By six o'clock, Shahala and Carolina were properly dressed and done up to head out. Stephanie wished them well.

Then she realized Jesse was due home soon. She split off a Steve who took a quick shower while several Steves and Stephanies finish cooking dinner and straightening the apartment.

When Jesse arrived home, there was soft music playing and the lights were low. Candles could be seen flickering on the dining table. Steve took her jacket and bags and led her to the couch where he handed her a glass of wine and proceeded to rub her shoulders, “How was your day?”

Jesse could not suppress a soft groan as her day was rubbed out of her shoulders, “It's looking up. Where are...”

“I sent them out on a double date. We should have a few hours alone.”

She started to turn around excited but he shushed her. “You can ask them all about it tomorrow. Tonight it's just us.”

“Okay,” she said taking another sip of wine and then putting down the glass so she could turn around and give Steve a proper kiss.

* * *

As the ladies were led to their table, Shahala exhaled, “I don't believe it. I'm going to kill Steve.” She hissed.

“Shahala and you must be Carolina,” Alan said standing. “Please be seated,” he added as he and Chase helped the ladies into their seats at their shared table.

“I hope you don't mind Stephanie being so bold as to arrange this,” Chase hoped. “We just hope you'll enjoy your evening with us.”

“I will express my feelings to Stephanie when I see her again,” Shahala said, though her body language indicated she was interested in being closer to Alan.

“Oh, we aren't that bad. You'll only have to be a little hard on her,” Alan claimed.

“We shall see.”

“So what do you gentlemen do?” Carolina intervened.

“We both work sales for a pharmaceutical company. We cover the city and the surrounding suburbs so like most sales guys we travel a lot but we always get to go home at night too.” Alan explained.

“So you live in the area? Did you grew up here?”

“I did,” Chase said. “Alan is an import from the mid-west. How about you two?”

“I'm between bosses,” Shahala said cautiously.

“Ah write. Ah have a book going to my publisher next week if Ah get the final pages done over the weekend,” Carolina added.

“Have you published before?”

“No, Ah'm still mooching off of friends. But the publisher seems hot on the stuff Ah've shown them so far. Hopefully Ah'll actually get some income from my writing soon.”

A waitress stopped to find out what they wished to eat from among the three possible selections and also took the ladies' drink orders.

After a few more get-to-know-you questions, the lights went down and the show started. Three different comediennes each came out and did a twenty minute set while dinner was served. At intermission, there was again time to talk.

“That last bit was totally sexist,” Chase said.

“But, you laughed loudly through it,” Carolina admonished him.

“I didn't say parts of it weren't true. He was just a bit nasty about the differences between being a man or a woman.” Chase defended himself. “It's not like most people wake up one morning the opposite sex and thus know how both ways feels.”

“Is that something that interests you?”

Chase looked at her seriously, “Intellectually? Yes, of course, there are things a man can never know about being a woman without being a woman, and vice versa. But in actual practice, no, I don't ever dress up in dresses.”

“That is sexist, too,” Shahala pointed out. “One need not wear a dress to experience being a woman.”

“Yeah, and with your hairy legs, you'd have to stick to pants if you wanted dress up as a woman,” Alan joked. “I could never pull it off because on this voice.”

“It's a lovely voice,” Shahala said. And then she added, “Very deep and manly.”

As Alan quizzed her on what she liked about his voice, Carolina leaned closer to Chase, “But if you could wake up one morning as an actual woman, what kind of woman would you be?”

“Well, I'd want something totally opposite of me. I'm tall so she'd be short, like five nothing. She'd be curvy and while her breasts might be considered big, it would only be in proportion with her slim frame so they wouldn't actually be big. She probably have long hair and always be wearing high heels to compensate for her small size.”

“That's awfully specific,” Alan interrupted. “Would you have sex with a man as a woman?”

“Hypothetically, sure. But if it actually happened, not immediately. Maybe never. But, I know I'd always be curious about it.”

“Yeah, curiosity is a weird thing.” Alan said, “How about you? You going to wake up as a man?”

“I hope not,” Shahala said. “I have enough troubles.”

“If it were temporary, Ah wouldn't mind,” Carolina said. “Ah'm a writer. It would be awesome for research.”

“You didn't say temporary,” Chase admitted. “I'd do it in a heartbeat if I knew it were temporary.”

“What if was until you had sex with a man? Or like a day or two after sex with a man so you don't change back while in bed with the guy?” Alan asked.

“Oo, that's tricky.”

“I bet I'd get laid before you.”

“Seriously? You don't want to be a girl but you think you'd have a guy inside you before I would.”

“Certainly.”

“Wake up Saturday as women. Each of us remains a woman until she has sex with a guy and thus we see who's right. I wish we could make that bet. ”

“I wish it too,” Alan said as the lights flashed indicating the end of intermission.

“Granted,” Carolina whispered with a grin.

Shahala looked at Carolina with eyes wide, then started to giggle.

* * *

Donna fingered her magic necklace. Carolina had made the necklace so Don could turn himself into Donna without external help. When he put it on he turned into eight year old Donna until she took off the necklace or sunrise occurred. He had no work the next day so he had put the necklace on. She and Bethany had gone shopping for pretty dresses earlier in the week and Donna was trying to decide which one to wear. She finally picked a yellow one.

Already seated at the child sized table he had summoned earlier were three Bethany dolls. Donna had several clothing choices for her and she was changing each of the dolls so they each had a different look. “Beth, you'll wear purple,” she said pulling the doll's string.

“I like purple, Donna.”

Donna put her on one of the chairs then picked up another doll. “Annie, you'll wear green.”

“Green's my favorite.”

It did not bother Donna in the slightest that the dolls were the same person. With her childhood eyes, they were three distinct dolls. “And for you, blue, Etta.”

“Yea, blue!”

“I'll be right back,” Donna told the dolls. She walked over to her closet and opened the door. A wind-up Mandy was slumped forward in the closet. Donna wound her once. “Are you ready for tea?”

“Yes, Donna, can't wait!” she lurched forward with a slight herky-jerky motion and sat down at the table. “Could you give me a few more turnings?”

“Certainly,” Donna said, turning Mandy's key a few times before sitting down at the table.

As Mandy poured fake tea, Donna carried on a conversation with the dolls about how everyone's dress looked beautiful. After a while, Donna yawned. Mandy was running down as she said, “You should go... to... bed.”

“Yes, good night, Beth. Good night, Annie. Good night, Etta. Good night, Mandy,” she said as she changed into her pajamas. The dolls and windup toy sat there inert though she imagined them saying goodnight. Donna turned out the light and climbed into bed.

* * *

When Josh got home he made a proper dinner for two before going into the bedroom. “Return yourself to normal and join me for dinner,” he commanded.

The ring grew in size quickly and folded itself into Alex, looking spent. After a moment, she said “That was something else. I can't really be mad about it as it felt awesome. But, I'll try.”

“Oh, don't be like that,” he said.

“It kind of still feels like I'm being licked down there,” she said languidly as her body shivered.

He helped her up and into the her seat at the table.

“What's this? Trying to be nice,” she needled.

“No, I'm just in a good mood,” he said and he told her about what he had heard from Steve about Carolina and Shahala going out.

“So Steve, or Stephanie now, is a matchmaker? That should be me.”

“You were taking a personal day, today.”

“I'm still floating.”

* * *

Shahala half-helped, half-carried Carolina into the apartment. She was tempted to use a wish to get Carolina into bed without any more fuss.

“Alan wassh into you. You sshhould have given him a goodnight kisssh,” Carolina slurred.

Shahala blushed. “That is the romance novelist inside you speaking.”

“Then Ah should know. He likes you,” she continued. “Chase was hot, too.”

“Then why didn't you kiss him?” Shahala whispered as she fumbled with the door to open it.

“Because you were being shy.” Carolina announced causing Shahala to shush her. Carolina continued whispering, “Ah didn't want Chase to rub it in to Alan so neither of them were kissed to keep things even.”

Shahala pulled Carolina's dress up over her waist and unceremoniously dumped Carolina on her bed.

“Oo, you're being forward.”

“Pretend I am Chase,” Shahala joked as she pulled the dress over Carolina's head.

“Not on a first date, you cad.” There was a twinkle in her eye and suddenly she was wrapped from head to toe in cellophane and duct tape. She said something that was muffled by the gag in her mouth.

Shahala had jumped back when the wrapping appeared. She shrugged and pushed Carolina further onto the bed and said, “Dream tonight about being rescued by Chase.”

“Ah will,” came a muffled, dreamy response and Carolina's eyes were already closed.

“So much for undressing before bed,” Shahala noted as she went to her side of the room and undressed.

Soft moans could be heard from the other bed. Shahala shook her head and almost wished she could enter her bottle.

* * *

Steve was in the dark. He rummaged around and figured out he was in a walk in closet. A pull string dangled near him and he pulled it. He was standing near a mirror looking at an image of Jesse, naked in a walk-in closet. He remembered Don was going to time stop him while he was in Jesse's form. But Don was not here and he did not know whose closet this was. There were man's and woman's clothing in the closet. The woman's clothing reminded him of Alex's clothing.

The door to the closet opened and Josh said, “Steve, welcome back to the time stream.”