Trent Foster halted on the mountain trail for a moment to catch his breath. He gazed down over the vast Chinese landscape, most of it obscured by a thick patch of grey mist. Shouldering his large backpack, Trent resumed his trek up the side of the tall mountain.
"Ah! Welcome to the Valley of a Thousand Springs!" exclaimed the Chinese innkeeper merrily. "Please, come inside for a warm drink! Are you hungry, sir?"
"Very," smiled Trent, his stomach aching for food. He hadn't had anything to eat since early that morning, and then only a breakfast bar.
Trent followed the short Chinese man inside the lodge, sighing with contentment within the fire-lit common room. A fireplace roared along the left-hand wall. Chairs and sofas filled the bulk of the room, with a counter lining the wall opposite the fireplace. The innkeeper disappeared into a doorway just behind the counter while Trent fell heavily into a well-padded chair and dropped his heavy pack next to him on the floor. The innkeeper came back quickly with a steaming mug of coffee. Trent accepted the drink gratefully, sipping as the innkeeper told him where the dining room was, and that a hot meal would be awaiting him in twenty minutes. Trent paid for a room on the third floor, taking the key brought to him by the innkeeper after the Chinese man had registered him in the lodge's guest book. Left alone to rest, Trent slowly drank his coffee, the strong drink sliding down to warm his belly.
Trent walked to the dining room after twenty minutes had passed. A well-prepared meal of rice, fish, and mixed vegetables waited for him. Trent poured himself a glass of water, then tore into his meal, devouring it quickly.
"You must have just arrived. Did you hike all the way here?" asked a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair dressed in a heavy red sweater and brown pants.
"Yes," replied Trent around a mouthful of food. "My name's Trent Foster."
"Samantha Frost. My friends call me Sammi," smiled the girl warmly.
"Are you on vacation, Sammi?" inquired Trent, quickly glancing down at the girl's well developed breasts that strained against her sweater.
"Yes, my father is something of an eccentric, but I got to come along for free during my mid-semester break."
"Why is your father eccentric?"
"He's a student of the occult. He says that the thousand springs of this valley have magical properties," giggled Sammi.
"What kind of properties?"
"No one knows all of them. Every spring does something different."
"Oh," nodded Trent sagely, washing down his meal with a gulp of water.
"Well, I better let you get settled in. Maybe I'll see you after dinner tonight?" suggested Sammi with an upraised eyebrow.
"I'd like that," smiled Trent.
Trent watched Sammi leave, her slender hips swaying hypnotically. Trent shook his head, wolfing down one last biscuit before leaving the table. He took his pack to his small room, then sat on the edge of his bed, thinking.
"Magical springs, huh?" mused Trent before he stood up and left his room.
***
"You must be very careful, sir," warned the guide as he led Trent deeper into the mist filled valley. "Terrible things have happened to those who fell into the magical waters of the Thousand Springs!"
"Like what?"
"Oh, horrible things! One young man was transformed into a small black pig. Another man became a white goose!"
"Weird," agreed Trent.
"Another spring," leaned in the guide secretively, "transforms whoever falls into it into a beautiful young girl!"
"You're full of shit!" laughed Trent in disbelief.
"It is true, sir!" protested the guide, turning away from Trent indignantly, leading the way down the trail in silence.
It was surprisingly warm for such a high elevation as Trent followed the sulking Chinese guide. The mist hung thickly upon the air, water glistened on everything. Trent passed several of the supposedly magical pools, the clear waters bubbling pleasantly. Yellow warning tape had been strewn around each pool, along with signs written in Chinese warning the reader not to touch the water. Trent lost track of the guide, his thoughts wandering as he took his time enjoying the quiet serenity of the valley.
"It's true! It's true!" yelled an elderly voice from further up the trail. Trent focused on where he was, detecting a human shape approaching him through the mist.
"The springs are enchanted! Magic exists!" danced an old man in a thick shirt and trousers. Glasses precariously perched on the balding man's long nose as he hopped and danced towards the gaping Trent.
"It's all true!" exclaimed the old man, halting to stare up at Trent with wild, ecstatic blue eyes.
"Calm down, Pops!" admonished Trent, grasping the old man's thin shoulders. Glancing down, Trent gasped, realizing that the old man's feet were barefoot and transforming into webbed duck appendages.
"They warned me not to do it, but I put my feet in the waters of one of the springs, just to see if the legends were true! Behold! The magic transforms me!" declared the old man proudly as he became shorter and shorter, white feathers blossoming over his wrinkled skin.
"I'll get one of the guides! Maybe they can stop it!" said Trent, looking wildly around the area for his missing guide.
"Stop it? Why would I want that?" laughed the old man loudly, his hands molding into feathery white wings. "I welcome the change!"
"You're crazy!" realized Trent, slowly backing away from the almost nearly transformed old man.
"You must receive the blessing of the springs as well!" quacked the man/duck, flapping his wings and charging at Trent.
"Get away, you freak!" shouted Trent, backing into one of the tape barriers, snapping the thin material with his weight.
"Quack!" honked the duck, crashing into Trent, propelling him into the warm water of the spring behind him.
"Agh! Help!" screamed Trent, his voice becoming shrill as he flailed in the bubbling water.
The man/duck honked once, then flapped away into the mist. Trent spat out water, struggling to reach the bank of the pool. It seemed more difficult for Trent to move, his clothes felt heavier and weighed down with water. Trent staggered out of the spring, completely drenched from his unintentional plunge. Trent ran his hand over his head, wiping off water, then noticing that his hair seemed longer than usual. Frowning, Trent removed his hand from his head, then noticed that it seemed smaller and more delicate.
"Oh, no," groaned Trent, looking down at his body, which was much smaller, his clothing dangling over shorter legs and arms.
He discarded his too large boots, then fumbled to unbuckle his enormous pants. When his pants fell, so did his briefs. Trent blushed, glancing quickly around to make sure no one was watching. Safe for the moment, Trent unbuttoned his huge shirt, gasping when he beheld full, ripe breasts where his once firm chest had been. Trent nearly fainted in shock, but regained control at the last moment, panting deeply for air.
"Okay, no problem," muttered Trent while he shook most of the water off of his shirt and put it back on. The hem of the shirt fell down past Trent's upper thighs, so he was all right until he could get better fitting clothes at the lodge. Shaking moisture out of his long, red hair, Trent placed his small hands on graceful, curvaceous hips, pondering his options.
Got to find a guide. They know all about these springs, thought Trent, biting his lower lip pensively. Glancing around one more time, Trent retrieved his wallet from his discarded pants before running down the trail towards the last place that he had seen his guide's retreating form.
***
"You fall into magical spring?" roared the Chinese guide with laughter, holding his sides while his whole body shook with mirth.
"Ha, ha," growled Trent, his lovely female features contorted into a scowl of displeasure. "Is there any way to reverse this change?"
"No…no, miss," panted the guide, wiping tears from his eyes. "Once the waters of the Thousand Springs have changed you, the effects are permanent until you die."
"No," moaned Trent, tears springing up within his wide blue eyes.
"There, there, miss," consoled the guide, patting Trent's small shoulder gently. "We'll get you back to the lodge and into some better clothes. A nice meal of roast duck will make you feel better."
"Roast…duck?" sobbed Trent, breaking into a fresh torrent of tears, covering his large eyes with his small, feminine palms.
***
Dinner was a solemn affair, the guests quiet after hearing about the strange disappearances of Professor Frost and Trent Foster. Sammi was particularly quiet, her eyes moist with unshed tears. Trent sat across from Sammi, dressed in a pink blouse that said "Hug Me" and jeans. Trent glanced often at Sammi, wanting to tell her what really happened to her father, yet unwilling to reveal his own embarrassing secret.
"My, what a beautiful girl you are!" tittered an overweight woman on Trent's right. "You must have just arrived. Where are your parents?"
"Um, they're down in the village at the foot of the mountain, they don't like heights," replied Trent hesitantly, taking a big sip of water from his glass afterward.
"What's your name, darling?" asked the woman while she stroked Trent's combed red hair.
"Uh, Tressa," blurted Trent without thought.
"What an adorable name!" giggled the fat woman, patting the top of Trent's head.
Trent smiled shyly, then lowered his face back to his half-eaten dinner of duck and steamed rice. Trying not to vomit, Trent wiped his mouth before hopping off of his chair and walking quickly upstairs to his room. He dived onto his bed, burying his head in the pillow, fresh tears threatening to burst forth. A gentle knock on the door halted Trent from another outburst. He wiped his burning eyes, rolling off the bed to see who was at the door.
"Uh, hi," grinned Sammi with a blush.
"Hi," smiled Trent, opening the door wider for Sammi to enter.
"I…wanted to talk to another girl. The adult tourists are a bunch of morons."
"I won't argue with that," giggled Trent, still fuming from the fat woman's treatment of him.
"I thought this was Trent's old room. His stuff's still here," frowned Sammi, sitting on a chair across from the small bed.
"They…said I could stay here since all the other rooms were taken," explained Trent.
"Why did you come up here all by yourself?"
"I…wanted to see the springs," grinned Trent weakly.
"The Springs. I hate them!" snapped Sammi, her eyes smoldering.
"Yeah, they weren't quite what I expected either," murmured Trent, looking down at his feminine tits pressing against his pink blouse.
"I just want to go home!" wept Sammi, plopping down next to Trent on the bed, laying her head against his shoulder.
"It'll be okay," whispered Trent lamely, brushing Sammi's thick blonde hair with his small left hand.
Sammi wrapped her right arm around Trent's waist, hugging him close to her. Trent inhaled the alluring perfume of Sammi's hair; he closed his eyes to revel in it.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" murmured Sammi softly.
"Uh, sure, Sammi," stammered Trent, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Let me go put my nightshirt on," said Sammi, kissing Trent's forehead before rushing out of the bedroom.
"Oh, boy," panted Trent, looking at his feminine reflection from the mirror set above the dressing table opposite the bed. He touched his smooth feminine cheek, then ran his fingers through his soft, red hair.
Moving in a daze, Trent took off his blouse and jeans, pulling on a silver silk nightshirt that ended just below his crotch. Sitting at the dressing table, Trent grabbed a brush, reaching back to comb out his silky red mane. Sammi returned far too quickly, dressed in a baseball jersey that fell to her bare thighs.
"Oh. Could you comb my hair out?" asked Sammi, sitting on the bed with her slim legs crossed beneath her.
"Uh, sure," replied Trent with trembling lips, the brush shaking slightly in his hand as he left the dresser to sit behind Sammi on the bed. He brought the comb to Sammi's rich, golden hair, slowly raking down her tresses. Sammi closed her eyes, her delicate hands resting on her lap. Trent combed out Sammi's hair for almost fifteen minutes, enchanted with the sound of the brush running through the gorgeous girl's mane.
"Want me to do you?"
"Huh?!" sputtered Trent, his eyes wide, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"Do you want me to comb your hair?" explained Sammi with a grin.
"Uh, no…thanks!" smiled Trent, climbing off the bed to replace the comb on the dresser.
When Trent turned around, Sammi had flipped the bedspread, pulling the sheets open for them both. Trent watched Sammi climb under the covers, her white panties peeking from beneath her jersey for a tantalizing moment.
"Ready?" smiled Sammi, holding the sheets up for Trent to climb in with her.
Trent giggled nervously, every inch of his skin burning with terror and tentative excitement. He climbed in next to Sammi, letting her tuck him in before she pressed close to his body and wrapped her right arm around his stomach.
"Good night, Tressa."
"Good night, Sammi," replied Trent, relishing the sensation of Sammi's body next to his, her warm breath against the back of his neck.
***
Sammi was gone the next morning. Trent blinked his large blue eyes, groaning with drowsiness. He licked his lips, scratching the top of his head. He climbed out of bed, then patted his crotch, surprised not to have the aching erection he usually did in the morning.
"I guess girls don't have to worry about morning wood," giggled Trent, although he did still feel an urge to go to the bathroom. Grabbing some clean clothes and underwear, Trent rushed to the shared bathroom, his small bare feet padding over the carpeted floor.
After experiencing taking a piss sitting down on the toilet, Trent took a quick shower, briefly playing with his feminine nipples, gasping at how sensitive they now were. Making sure no one was watching, Trent caressed his pussy, his labia petals quivering with excitement at his touch. He gasped again, his pale white skin flushing with sensual heat.
"Don't go there," muttered Trent, finishing his shower before returning to his room.
He rifled through the few female outfits the guide had found for him. He settled for a blue dress that buttoned up the front. Combing out his red hair, Trent considered putting on some lipstick, then smacked himself on the head for even considering such a thing. Glaring at his attractive female face, who glared right back at him, Trent slid on some flat soled shoes and went out into the hall.
"Tressa!" called Sammi, emerging from her own room.
Trent turned towards the smiling blonde girl as she rushed to join him.
"You going to breakfast?"
"Yeah."
"What did you have planned today?"
"I'm packing up after breakfast. I want to go back to my parents," answered Trent, looking down at his small feet as he walked.
"Oh. I guess I should be getting ready to leave too, my Mom needs to know that Dad's gone."
"Are they still searching for him?"
"Yes, but the valley isn't that big. If he wandered out to the mountainside, he's probably dead by now. He wasn't very strong."
"I'm sorry."
"Thanks," smiled Sammi wanly, her eyes wet.
"There's a garden at the far end of the valley. Want to check it out?" asked Trent, trying to cheer up Sammi.
"Sure! Right after breakfast!" nodded Sammi enthusiastically, eager to do anything that would help her forget her father's disappearance.
After breakfast, the two girls left the lodge, following a wide trail that led north to the end of the valley. The mist had burned off somewhat, sun rays lit up the green valley with wide, golden beams. Sammi held Trent's hand, which made him smile and feel warm inside. The walk ended far too quickly for Trent, they found the garden, a small glade filled with fruit laden trees and an explosion of bright, multi-colored flowers giving off exquisite perfume. Sammi released Trent's hand, her eyes wide with wonder, her mouth open with awe. Trent followed Sammi into the glade, sharing her joy at their surroundings.
"It's…it's beautiful," whispered Sammi, caressing the bloom of a blood red rose.
Trent admired the many different flowers and blooming bushes, the rich scent making his pussy wet. Trent blushed faintly, swiftly reaching under his dress to adjust his panties. Sammi extended her hand, yanking a ripe red apple from a branch, then offering it to Trent.
"One for you," grinned Sammi.
Trent took the apple, wiping it on his dress before biting deeply into it. Apple juice ran down his small chin, but he didn't mind, he devoured the fruit with relish. Sammi took another apple for herself, munching it loudly as she traveled deeper into the glade. Trent walked quickly to catch up with Sammi, his breasts heaving for breath.
"Let's sit down a minute," suggested Sammi, lowering herself onto a patch of fragrant green grass on the top of a small knoll. Trent sat next to Sammi, wiping the last of the apple juice from his mouth.
"I'm going to miss you, Tressa. You've helped me keep my mind off my dad," said Sammi, plucking idly at the grass next to her.
"I'll miss you too, Sammi," admitted Trent, placing his hand over the girl's.
Sammi leaned forward, kissing Trent softly on the lips. Trent's eyes widened in surprise, but he surprised Sammi by continuing the kiss, rubbing his feminine lips over hers. Sammi backed away quickly, touching her lips with her hand.
"Tressa…" blushed Sammi.
"I'm sorry," said Trent, lowering his gaze to the grass.
"It's okay," smiled Sammi, raising Trent's chin with her finger, gazing deeply into his large blue eyes. She kissed Trent again, her lips sensual and lingering.
Trent caressed her cheek, sucking on her soft lower lip. Sammi pressed Trent to the ground, unbuttoning his dress, opening the garment and sliding it off Trent's lithe body. She leaned against Trent, her breasts squeezing against his. Sammi held Trent's face with both hands, kissing him, probing his mouth with her tongue. Trent placed his hands on Sammi's tight buttocks, fondling the firm ass. Sammi sat up, straddling Trent while she pulled off her blouse and unbuckled her jeans. Trent ran his hands over Sammi's warm breasts as she threw her empty jeans to the side. Trent helped Sammi take off her silk panties, then replaced his hands on her now bare buttocks. Sammi wrapped her hands around Trent's tits, bending forward to lick them with her tongue. Trent gasped when his breasts exploded with pleasure. He closed his eyes as Sammi sucked on his nipples, the little pink buds hardening like his cock once had. Trent crushed Sammi's buttocks, kneading the creamy flesh. Sammi licked Trent's nipples, running her tongue over both of them again and again. Trent moaned, his pussy burning with lust, trickles of honey slowly flowing out of his red-furred cunt.
"Feels…so good," groaned Trent, his body responding in ways he had never experienced before.
"I'll make you feel better," purred Sammi, crawling down to Trent's wet crotch, spreading his legs apart before pressing her face against his pussy.
"Uh!" groaned Trent loudly, his thighs trembling with weakness as Sammi started sucking on his labia, her hot tongue caressing his rock hard clit. Sammi moaned with pleasure, licking each of his labia folds, then burying her mouth in his slit. Trent gasped, sweat breaking out over his smooth white skin while Sammi sucked loudly inside his vagina, her tongue rubbing the walls of his hole until he thought his head would explode. Trent closed his legs against Sammi's naked body, his small hands entangled in the girl's damp blonde hair.
"Harder, suck harder!" demanded Trent as a flood of his cum spurted out of his pussy onto Sammi's beautiful face. Sammi licked the juices from her lips, then replaced her mouth inside Trent's cunt. Trent's naked body writhed in bliss, his breasts ached to be fondled, so he wrapped his own hands around them, squeezing them wantonly. Sammi lapped up and down Trent's quivering pussy, nuzzling the petite girl's batch of thick red pubic hair. Trent dug his hands into the ground, digging into the dirt with his fingers as multiple orgasms roared through him, one after another. More cum gushed from Trent's cunt, sticking to his thighs and Sammi's lovely tits.
"Your turn," giggled Sammi, moving her crotch to hover over Trent's face, then lowering the moist pink slit onto the prone girl's mouth.
Trent licked her cunt eagerly, enjoying the taste of her honey as he stuck his tongue in and out of her vagina. Sammi moaned deeply, rubbing her pussy back and forth over Trent's lips. Trent took her taut ass cheeks, spreading them apart while he licked down her pussy and over her little anus. Sammi shuddered with bliss, biting her lip, pinching her nipples between her fingers. While Trent sucked on Sammi's small clit, he reached down with his left hand, rubbing his own cunt before inserting a finger into his wet twat. He moaned as he lapped up Sammi's pussy, his finger plunging deep into his pink fuck tunnel. Trent sucked on Sammi's pussy and fingered his own slit until they both climaxed again, mouthfuls of honey splashing over his lips and cheeks.
Sammi lay down next to Trent's naked, glistening body, hugging him close to her, licking her cum from his left cheek.
"Sammi, I have something to tell you," began Trent tentatively, his skin still flushed from his last orgasm.
"What is it, Tressa?" purred Sammi into his left ear before she started nibbling on his lobe.
"Sammi, I'm really a man."
"You certainly eat pussy like a man," giggled Sammi, squeezing Trent's left breast playfully.
"I'm serious, Sammi. I fell into one of the Thousand Springs after meeting your father. I transformed into a girl."
"You met my father?" murmured Sammi, sitting up on the damp grass.
"Yeah. He was raving. He said that he was right about the magic. He turned into a duck right before my eyes, then he pushed me into one of the springs. I lost track of him after that."
"My father…is a duck?" repeated Sammi, her eyes glazed with shock.
"I'm sorry," replied Trent, sitting up too, unable to meet Sammi's eyes.
"Can you reverse the transformation?"
"The guide said that the change was permanent until I died."
"He may be wrong. My father has notes about magical sites from all around the world. There must be someplace that has enough magic to turn you back."
"Really?" exclaimed Trent, his face lighting up hopefully.
"Uh, huh," nodded Sammi. "Want to go for it?"
"You better believe it!" wept Trent, wrapping his arms around Sammi's naked body.
***
The next morning, Trent and Sammi checked out of the lodge. A vigorous search had turned up no sign of a duck matching her father's description, so Sammi resigned herself to his death. After wiring her mother and getting a cash advance. Sammi ran to meet Trent, who waited for her at the foot of the valley, his pack weighing heavily over his much smaller female shoulders.
"I set everything up. There's a plane waiting for us at the closest airstrip to take us to England. It has several sites containing magic that may be able to cure you."
"Cool," grinned Trent, taking Sammi's hand in his, leaning forward to kiss her tenderly.
"Do you want me to call you Trent?" asked Sammi while they began walking down the trail that would take them to the foot of the mountain.
"I've been thinking about that while I waited for you. We don't know how long I may be trapped in female form, so let's just go with Tressa from now on until I'm restored."
"Okay…Tressa," smiled Sammi, kissing the top of the girl's right hand as they walked the first steps of their long, arduous quest.
THE END
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