11/6/99
SRU - Poetic License   
by Black Sheep

Upon this electronic page
I paint our rather common stage,
And what is more, to make things worse
I frame our characters in verse.
All this I hope you may excuse
And that this story may amuse -
Because it touches on that theme
Which courses through our secret dreams.

Our hero, who I'm sure you'll like
Was known, 'til recently, as Mike.
What caused the change a few can tell
Though none can understand it well.
It seems poor Michael had a date,
And fearing failure as his fate
The night before he'd gone to town
To drink his blackest worries down.

To reach the pub, 'The Golden Ball',
He took a shortcut through the mall
And found an unfamiliar sight
Unknown to him before that night.
A shop had opened - 'Spells R Us' -
Where Mike was sure that no shop was,
So, curious, he went inside
To see what help it could provide.

The shop bell rang and up there sprang
A robed and wizened little man,
Who greeted Mike with warmth by name
As if he were of greater fame.
Confused indeed our hero was
And not surprisingly because
He'd never seen this man before
He'd walked in through that heavy door.

The old man smiled a knowing smile
And to explain he took a while;
He called himself a wizard old
Who in this shop great magic sold
To those who needed it the most,
And as a knowing, caring host
He saw in Mike there was true need
Of something very great indeed.

Yes - Mike had plans, and so he said.
The wizard scratched his wrinkled head.
Mike wanted just one favour great -
To be 'successful' with his date.
At length the wizard made reply;
That he could see no reason why
He could not grant this simple thing,
And gave to Mike a magic ring.

This ring, he said with hidden mirth,
Was of a special magic worth;
Whoever wore it soon would find
Their lovers would be passion-blind
And changeed into their perfect girl
Until the ending of the world.
For this the wizard asked no fee,
But warned young Mike to careful be.

Mike left the shop, the ring in hand,
And through the night he sat and planned
Then slept awhile to kill the wait
Before the most important date.
So soon the hour did arive
When Mike stepped out, his hopes alive
To change his date by magic art
Instead of trusting to his heart.

The lass he met was known as Kate,
And this was only their first date -
Arranged by friends who thought that they
Would get on, in a sort of way.
Yet Mike would only trust the ring
And as they met he used the thing,
So Kate was changed before she knew
A thing of what the spell might do.

A supple goddess she became,
Although her memories stayed the same,
And moved by great and burning lust
She put in Mike her total trust
Both back to his place soon had gone
To passionately have their fun
Until the morning light brought sleep.
For tired Mike the dreams were deep.

By cruel fate, Kate found the ring,
And loving much the golden thing
She slipped it on her finger pale
And nibbled coyly at a nail.
In front of her a change took place
Which spread confusion on her face -
Her lover shrank and feminized
Before her very lovestruck eyes.

When Mike awoke he was no more
For Michelle lay where Mike before.
She brushed red curls from off her cheek
And felt, with dread, her body sleek
Two heaving breasts hid frightened heart
And two smooth legs that, once apart,
Exposed a hairy little slit,
Which moistened as she fingered it.

Michelle sat up and tried to scream,
But suddenly, as in a dream,
She noticed Kate who sat confused
And all her inhibitions loosed -
For she was now Kate's perfect girl
And both their minds with passion whirled,
Though deep inside Mike screamed with fear
At how he felt, and did appear.

The wizard smiled a wicked grin
The biter bit - consigned to sin -
As well Mike's torment would amuse
Until another soul should choose
To find his shop of spell and charm
To do himself great good or harm.
Let them be judged by what they do -
And gladness find the righteous few.


Black Sheep, November 1999