The first time I realized I had this power was third grade. Mrs. Deadtree had disappeared at her usual time in the middle of recess. The guys were playing dodge ball and the girls were jumping rope. I didn't like dodge ball, and I always wanted to jump rope, but unless I was a girl, the only time I got to jump rope was when we had to Mr. Dieter's gym class. Therefore, as usual, I was hiding behind some cars playing with jacks. I kept picturing myself as a girl (or what I imagined was how a girl looked, later shocks would come) and all of a sudden I felt this weird tingle and I looked down at myself, and I was that girl that I had pictured. Over the next few weeks I experimented more and more, coming up with a number of different looks, both male and female.
Then one day I just started coming to school as my 'cousin' so I could jump rope and hang out with the girls, without the guys making fun of me. It was hard, especially at home, maintaining the two personas, but since I didn't have to buy or worry about clothes (I let my mother think that clothes got dirty and unbearable for appearances sake), it was easier than most people would suspect.
Then, at 16, things started to get wilder. Since I had been keeping up the two personas for so long, I naturally got driver's licenses for both. In middle school I had found guy friends who like the male me, and so I took the female persona less and less. Thus I was surprised when 'she' got invited to one of the more popular girl's slumber parties.
Call me na•ve, but even at 16 I hadn't really realized the difference between girls and guys until that night. I had spent lots of time watching the external features of girls, in the hopes of copying them to a "T", but I had never studied them nude. I decided the party would be the perfect opportunity and used my keen photographic memory to observe the girls as they slowly started to undress that night.
After that I spent many nights downloading porn and then trying to copy some of the looks of the people with my own body. With a thought I could look like the sexiest porn star or the hunkiest male escort. I realized I could even pull off older and younger just as easily, and got a driver's license made for 23 year old Tara Wylde. (Yeah, I know it's not the subtlest of names, I was only 16!) Don't ask me why I chose this third persona to be female, but I think it has to do with the illusion that 16-year-old boys have that women always are the life of the party.
One night at a club, on my way to the bathroom, a guy grabbed me and pushed me violently into an alley. As he guided me further and further into the dark I pictured him just as incredibly breathtaking as I was, but only about 16 in appearance. I felt the calluses melt away in the hand holding me, and then a high-pitched screaming. I turned around to find my would-be rapist grasping her breasts. I pictured her breasts growing in her hands, but nothing happened. I touched her shoulder and pictured her with four more small nipples poking out of her halter-top and soon realized that to change someone, I required tactile contact.
Samantha did eventually forgive me. I'll leave that tale for some other time. At 18 I started to play around with my power. I had already given Samantha six nips, so I knew that more was possible, and I began to experiment.
I started small, for instance, the first day I thought of myself with two dicks and stroked both until they were hard. The feeling was incredible. I wasn't able to get both to come simultaneously, but even one right after another was powerful.
One night I drank all of the milk, and I didn't want to have to explain, so I took the sensible (too me, at least) route and pictured myself with a set of udders hanging below my belly. I imagined it producing pasteurized skim milk, similar to what we always bought, and then started to milk myself. The pleasure was intense, and I think I drank much more than the gallon I replaced that night.
After that, every time I was in a female persona I felt like letting my tits lactate. One night at a bar (I was back to being Tara Wylde, although slightly less attractive), a friend wanted a glass of milk (and of course, the bar didn't have any), so I slipped the glass under my blouse and let it happen. From the looks I got from all of the guys nearby, I think they probably enjoyed watching it about as much as I enjoyed doing it. The friend was kind enough not to mention that it was strawberry-flavored milk. Recalling the events the next day, I realized I had been a bit too drunk that night.
It was about then that I decided to start bringing friends with me clubbing; and by friends, I mean friends from school, not just the friends I had made at the clubs. I ended up letting my secret be known to Dave, a friend of the "real" me. He was gay, but his parents didn't know it. I let him have my Tara Wylde persona, and I kept my own male club persona.
Personally, I don't know where I found all of the time I seemed to have had back then. Between two personas going through high school and clubbing every night, my weeks should have been full.
One night, transforming Dave into Tara, I gave him a tiger tail and cat ears. She didn't notice at first, but loved it. I gave her cat eyes and claws, plus a more voluptuous figure. She purred all night. (Especially while she and a guy friend spent a half hour in one of the back rooms, from what I heard the next day.)
I didn't really get interested in sex until 19. That was when I met Nicole. Nicole was fairly nerdy, hiding her beautiful looks behind glasses, unkempt ponytail hair, sweaters, and books. The first time I met her, all I could do was stare into her incredible blue eyes. She was so cute when she blushed. I followed her around as a friend in both of my school personas. (I was going to a state college, and both of my personas had been given academic scholarships, so I just decided to keep both roles going.)
I learned through my female persona that Nicole was more gorgeous than most of the cheerleaders. She had taken on the nerd persona as a defense mechanism. She wasn't extroverted enough to be happy flaunting what she had everywhere she went. At a slumber party she put on a short red dress, makeup, and let her hair down, and my male mind almost caused me to picture having a dick, just so it could get hard looking at her. We went to a semi-fancy restaurant together. We even bumped into some school friends, but none of them realized that Nicole was the same nerdy Nicole they knew.
That night we stayed up late and chatted. I've never understood guys who can't have a conversation with a woman. The fact that my persona was female doesn't change the fact that I've got a male mind.
"Do you realize how hard it is to keep multiple personas?" she asked me.
I tried to keep the laughter in my head out of my voice, "More than you realize. Why do you do it?"
I could hear the covers move as she shrugged her shoulders, which is fairly pointless in a dark room. "I think everyone does it to some extent. As for me, well, my mom was a cheerleader her whole school career, and my dad makes good money acting, but me, I never got those genes. I inherited the good looks, and the talent, but I have a hard time standing in front of everyone. They used to make me do those goofy dance recitals and stuff as a kid. One day I got really embarrassed and puked on stage, which made me even more embarrassed. I dived head first into books and computers, and never looked back. I even have a hard time putting on a show like I did tonight. Everyone always stares and performs for you; too much attention. You're a girl; you know what I'm talking about, right? How everyone always treats you like some statue in an art museum?"
I nodded my head, and realized it was pointless and spoke up, "That's kind of why I am one."
She was silent for a couple more minutes, and I had figured she had fallen asleep. I almost wanted to hit myself. Why did I just open up and tell her what I did? Why didn't I just announce it to the world while I was at it! Then she spoke up, "You know, every way I try to parse that last sentence of yours, it still doesn't quite make sense. I know that you aren't much for religion, so I don't think that you are saying that some deity chose you to be female and you thank her everyday or something. Do you mean you are in drag? Not that that makes a problem, I've got a few other drag friends, but I wish you could have told me upfront."
I hit my head with my palm. I finally decided honesty was the best policy and turned on the lights. "It's not what you think," and I melted into myself (my normal male self). You know that higher to lower voice change in all of those cheesy movies? It is almost physically impossible to do. I've tried it, and it isn't pretty. Imagine going through puberty's voice changes in fast motion. It takes a lot of work to keep the sound going, much less at a steady volume and pace, especially with the cracking. That is why I don't speak during the actual change, and why I had finished the sentence before changing. Nicole was kind enough not to scream or start talking, and so I was able to continue where I left off.
"I discovered at an early age that I could shift my body to anything I imagined. I have had up to four simultaneous personas, but currently have only actively been using three. I've been prescient enough to carry IDs and driver's licenses for all four. What you see is the 'real' me. You know me as your friend Mike, which is the name I was born with, at the natural age and stage of development that is fully natural. Earlier tonight I was Cynthia, my supposed cousin, who is also your friend. In the end, I am your friend twice over."
She smiled at me and then threw her arms around me. She hugged me tight and then let go. "Mike, you are the nicest guy friend I have ever had. You always look at me as a person, and never as sexual meat." She paused as she would if she was speaking to a different person. "Cynthia, you are the best friend I have in the world. You understand me better than anyone else can." She looked me from head to toe as if seeing me for the first time. "Mike, knowing that you are both Mike, my guy friend, and Cynthia, my best friend, is a bizarre kind of shock. But in the end it both illuminates our past relationships, and bodes well for our future ones. I just have one question, does it only work on you?"
That was one of the best-acted performances I had seen in a while. I laughed at her and then glanced back at the picture on her wall. Nicole had a four-breasted bikini-wearing vixen on her wall, and she had told me that she always wanted to be that vixen. (I was also a big furry fan, if you hadn't realized that yet.) I grabbed her and kissed her, whilst imagining her as the image of her picture. I slowly let go of her.
"How did you undress me so fast?" she asked, startled. She hadn't looked down yet, and was staring at me almost in anger.
I grinned at her, "Hey, calm down, I wouldn't want one of your claws or sharp teeth to hurt me."
She looked down and was amazed. She rushed to her bathroom to examine herself in her full-length mirror. "I look just like her! Even the bikini is near exact!"
When I walked into the bathroom she had taken the top bikini top off and was feeling herself up. She looked at me with a pure, feral, and very real lust. "This is the nicest present anyone has ever given me."
"Isn't that a bit of a clichˇ?"
She grabbed me and tossed me into her bedroom and onto her bed. "I'll just have to hire a new screenwriter. What do you say, Mike? Are you open for..." and as she said this, her hand teased her bikini bottom down her legs and voice become as sultry as it could get, "the position?"
We didn't sleep the rest of the night. In the morning, which was pretty gray for such a nice Saturday morning, we went out. I attempted a studly male fox, and we walked around campus. Everyone loved our "costumes", and no one could figure out who we were.
That night, things got wilder. We both became hermaphroditic and spent most of the night examining how both sets felt. Both of us realized that we preferred the sets we were born with, but that doesn't mean we couldn't enjoy the other once in a while.
At one point, as I was licking her wet cunt, I started wondering what it would be like if my tongue were a dick. Of course, wondering started me picturing it, and picturing it started it happening. Before I knew it, I was cumming, much to her surprise, and pleasure.
At another point, as we were settling down a bit, and I was kissing her, I gave her nipples on her ass as a joke. She didn't notice until she sat down, and I saw her eyes open wide both in shock and pleasure. She had to get down on her knees and rub them for a while. Then she grabbed me and said to me, "Okay, breast man, do your worst!"
I gave her six huge breasts on the front. She naturally had fairly large ones, so there wasn't much to add without forcing her to lie on the ground. I gave her breasts nipples in the patterns that you see on playing dice. Her upper right breast had a single nipple in the middle, and her lower left breast had six in two columns of three. I made sure all of her breasts, including the two that used to be her ass cheeks, were lactating. I then gave her four extra arms. I also gave her two more legs (for a stance resembling a saw-horse) to help support the milk-filled udder with a dozen teats I gave her. All six of her hands moved to different location. After a few gasps of pleasure she took control of herself and looked straight at me. "Now, I want you to give yourself all these breasts."
I thought about objecting, but decided against it. I reproduced her changes in myself, although with a few minor differences. One of which was that I kept my dick, and in fact, enlarged it so that it could snake around the udder hanging down from my belly. I also gave myself more arms. I had eight coming off of my torso, and two coming off of each of my hips. With four legs, that gave me a total of four hips, and sixteen arms.
She looked at my extra arms admiringly, and then proceeded to grab various parts of me with her six arms. The rest of the night passed by in a haze of passion, and I don't recall what, or how much of it, happened, but I do know that we were both still in those forms the next morning.
The rest of the week passed fairly uneventful. At least, compared to the weekend. My 'cousin' was found to be pregnant (easy enough to fake, although I don't look forward to ever having to do it again), and thus broke her scholarship's agreement and dropped out of college.
That next weekend Nicole and I got back together. She told me over the phone the night before "that I could never guess what happened before the sun died", and refused to tell me until we had time together in private.
She started blabbering almost immediately, "I was really angry at this grocery guy who was taking absolutely forever ringing up the groceries, and so I started tapping my hands on the side of the cart. Only, they became claws the angrier I got. Then I started practicing, and watch!"
She melted into the vixen she had been before, but this time with only two breasts and completely naked. My jaw dropped. First, I had never really watched a transition, mostly because I was busy holding the picture in my head and it was amazing to watch. Second, I thought that I was the only person in the world to be able to do it, and watching her do what I do without me was shocking. Third, Nicole is just plain hot no matter what she wants to wear, even if most people don't realize it.
We started to talk about it, and she told me that she had been looking it up on the Internet. Somehow she found a website discussing my grandfather and it seemed that he was quite the mad scientist. It was something of a family anti-curse. It allowed people to modify and control themselves and most anything they touched to almost the quantum level. The tabloid site (some weird Internet fiction site beside stories about medallions, magic shops, and more) she had found said that it used a bizarre combination of magic and science. My photographic memory, she said, came mostly from being able to decipher the DNA required to make whatever came to mind. That is, when I started, I was recognizing the DNA required to make me look female, but remain male. Then I started actually becoming genetically female as I realized the sexual differences. When I have a cow udder, a part of me actually has cow DNA, which is directed and controlled more thoroughly than the current state of the art in nanotechnology (although someday it could probably do the same things).
Another part of its magical heritage is the fact that it's a purely beneficial virus. It can only be used by a small few. Firstly, those who have a great need can use it in a pinch. Secondly, those who need it the most will have it used on their behalf. I found those two distinctions hard, but Nicole seemed to grasp the difference. Third, and most important to the two of us, those few who could handle the responsibilities, along with the consequences, of it could use it to express themselves creatively, and explore the many things the world had to offer.
We realized that my parents probably also fit into the third category, and so we called them and talked to them at length. They were surprised to hear that I had had control of it since third grade, but had had an inkling, even if they ignored it. They told me that both of them learned about it in their twenties when my dad had found my grandfather's journal.
Needless to say, the past year has been incredibly fast paced. I proposed to Nicole a couple of weeks after that. We were engaged, and recently held the wedding. Our honeymoon is soon, and I'll spare you the details, although I might write about them some other time. We've both gotten into acting. Nicole discovered that her extrovertedness came out under other personalities, which isn't that hard to believe. Everyone had a hard time believing how well the two of us took to whatever parts we were handed. We even occasionally took parts for the opposite gender for the heck of it. I did Midsummer Night's Dream, and couldn't help but make the ears and tail actually grow. The audience passed it off as stage magic and missed it. Nicole and I decided that eventually we hoped to have a whole troupe together that could use this power of ours, and then we could really have some fun performances. Who would ever figure the blonde skinny woman in Act III was played by the husky fat guy in Act I? Especially when they both had different races, voices, and faces?
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