It was about a 15 minute walk from my house to Eddie's house. I figured that we'd get to Eddie's house, show him the girl of his dreams, and we could conclude what had been a very interesting day.
The streets and sidewalks were relatively quiet for 4:00 on a weekday afternoon. We walked in a horizontal line, Melanie on my left and Amanda, clutching my hand, on my right. A few people we passed on the sidewalk made a few inappropriate stares. I could tell by the look on Melanie's face that she certainly didn't care for any of them. Amanda just seemed to ignore them all.
Just as we made it to Eddie's block, we heard a pair of voices call out to us.
"Hey, baby, why don't you come over here a hook up with a real man?" one said.
Then another echoed the first, "Yea why don't you two ditch the little boy and we'll show you how to work that pussy!"
I tried to ignore what they said but Amanda stopped dead in her tracks. Melanie was also thoroughly disgusted.
"You see?" she said, "This is the kind of stuff that I hate."
Her anger boiling over, Amanda laced into the two guys. "Sorry assholes, but he's more man than you two will ever be." Immediately I went into panic mode because the two guys, who both looked to be in their early 20s and overly muscled, started to walk towards us. Amanda grabbed my head and whispered something into my ear. As she talked, I felt my panic evaporate.
The two musclebound "neanderthals," as I heard Melanie call them, walked right up in front of us. They looked me up and down before focusing their attention back on my girlfriend. "I don't know what you see," the first one said, "but this don't look like much of a man to me," pointing his finger at me in a condescending manner.
The second one put the icing on the cake. "Yea, we like to work that pussy in two ways. First, by slapping down pussy boys who got women too good for 'em, and then by taking their women and gettin' all o' that pussy." He laughed and high-fived his friend.
That was all I needed. "Oh so you two like pussy, huh?" They nodded with a look on their face that said, "What are you gonna do about it?" I gave them no chance to reply. "Well then, I wish you two had pussy."
A puzzled look came across their face. They didn't know what to make of what I had said. Then a look of pain replaced their puzzled expressions. "Oh what the fuck?" the first one shouted. "My dick feels like it's on fire!"
"Mine too," the second one said. "What the fuck is going on?"
The first one lifted up the waist of his windpants and boxers to see what was happening. "Holy shit!" he screamed, "My dick is shrinking!" The second one quickly examined himself in the same way and confirmed that his was too. "You, what did you-" He tried to talk but the feeling of his retracting manhood forced he and his friend to fall to the ground.
They both gasped for air as the change completed itself. Instead of having a set of cock and balls, they now had very smooth pussies. Finally they were both able to stand up. Still in shock they looked right at us. "What--How did--Holy shit" was all the first guy could say. I figured he wanted to know how I changed him. But he was stopped short by the sound of his voice, which had risen an octave or so. He found his voice again, "I'll kill you," he shrieked.
He cocked back his arm, ready to land a crushing blow on my face. But as soon as he threatened my life, I said, "I wish you two weren't strong or muscled at all." Just as his arm, with a strongly clenched fist on the end, was about to thrust forward, another jolt of pain struck him. He looked at his arm and could see all of his finely toned muscles shrinking back into his arm.
"My arms, I feel so weak. Dude, look at you!" he said to his friend. Sure enough, his friend was losing all of his muscle mass as well. In a few short seconds, trembling before the three of us, was a pair of dickless, muscleless, quivering men.
They both stood up again with a look of utter fear in their eyes. "Please, man, change us back," the first one said. "We won't bother you ever again. Just please make us whole." Again, Amanda whispered into my ear. Apparently she wasn't satisfied with their apology.
"Well, alright boys," I said, "but first just tell me your names."
"I'm Bill, and this is Cliff," the first one answered.
"I'm afraid that won't do anymore. From now on, Bill, you'll be Jill; and Cliff, you'll be, let's see, Christa." A smirk of triumph spread across my face.
The second one finally spoke up, "What the hell do you mean?"
"My sexy girlfriend, Amanda here, and her gorgeous friend, Melanie, don't think you two have learned your lesson," I told them. "So I wish that you two would become whole WOMEN and no one but the five of us would ever remember you were male."
"WHAT?!?!" they screamed in unison. They didn't have time to scream long though, as the waves of transformation once again passed over them. Immediately their hair began to lengthen and lighten into platinum blonde color. Their fingernails grew out and painted red. Their hips expanded and their asses rounded so much, that even though they were wearing flexible material, it still ripped through in several places. Their legs became slender and long, as their arms thinned as well.
They began to shrink in height so that they were a few inches shorter than the rest of us. Their faces changed into feminine faces. Their lips filled, nose thinned, their cheeks rounded and their jaws became less prominent. They reached up with their thin fingers, frantically grabbing at their faces in a futile attempt to stop whatever feeling it was that was being produced.
When they looked back up at us again, there was not one trace of masculinity to be found. "Oh my God," one moaned in a fully feminine voice. We could see that their T-shirts were becoming tighter. Erect nipples poked through the fabric, slowly pushing out towards us. Just as we had seen before, the shirts ripped away, exposing their growing breasts for everyone to see. Their breasts stopped growing at D cups. Out of breath and overcome by the change, they could not stand up to face us again.
Just then a police car drove up the street. Since their were no cars parked on the block, they could see the sight of two women with almost totally ripped clothing sitting on the sidewalk. The car jerked to a halt, and the two officers stepped out and approached us.
Still in shock at the sight they saw, they asked, "What is going on here?"
"These two women came up to us and tried to proposition us!" Amanda said. "We're on our way to see a friend, they approach us, and when we said 'No' they started to rip out of their clothes. I guess they were trying to entice us." I've got to give her credit. She has a knack for some truly imaginative ideas. That's probably why I love her so much.
"Well then," the second officer said, his eyes having never moved from the two buxom women I created. "We'd better take them in, George."
The first officer hadn't looked away from them either. "Yea," he agreed. Regaining his composure, he looked at us and said, "Thank you for reporting this. You kids have a good day now."
"Thank you, officer," Amanda cooed. She took my hand again and we continued on the way to Eddie's house.
As we walked away, we heared a pair of feminine voices insist that they had just been changed into girls by me. I clearly heard the first officer say, "If he made you two into women, then he must be God."
The three of us let out a soft chuckle.