7/11/99
A Night at the Rink
By Aurican

	"That's odd." I said to myself.  "I thought Jeremy and I weren't on  
speaking terms, so why did he send me a package?"  After determining that it  
wasn't going to blow up or hit me with ink as soon as I opened it, I took my  
chances with it.  I slit the tape and quickly ducked just to be safe.  When I  
finally did look, inside was a note and a pair of ice skates (had I searched  the 
skates I would have found a Spells R Us logo).  "Now I know something's  
up."  I can't ice skate for my life.  I read the note. It said: 


 Dear Eric,

	I know that we didn't leave under the best of circumstances last time  
(that was an understatement. I broke his arm and he broke my nose.), but I  
would like to apologize.  We have been friends too long to let it end like  this.  
I am having a private party at the Rock-on Rink.  We will be having a  lock-in 
so plan on spending the night.  Don't feel obligated to bring a gift,  you will 
be giving me one just by being there.  Bring the ice skates I sent  you, the 
ones in the box.  They are your ticket in; the guard won't let  anybody in who 
doesn't have a pair.  I'll see you Friday at 8:00 p.m.  Please  be there, the 
night won't be complete without you.

Your Friend,

Jeremy.

P.S. don't use the skates until the party so they don't get damaged.


 I should have known something was wrong, but I am just a trusting fool 
when  someone says they want to apologize.  Today was Monday so I 
decided to go  practice.  I went to the pond.  I threw on my old pair of skates 
and hit the  ice. Literally. I didn't even make it five minutes without falling on 
my  face.  After a few more hours of this humiliation, and nearly freezing my  
balls off, I went home.  The rest of the week went by with no other odd  
happenings. On Friday, I prepared to go to the party.

I drove to the rink (I just got my permit), and told my parents to pick me up  
tomorrow when I call.  They drove away and I walked up to the door.  A big  
guy stood near the door.  I walked up. "Let me see your skates." He 
demanded  gruffly.  I took them off my from where I slung them over my 
shoulder.  He  looked them over and then politely opened the door for me.  
Inside Jeremy  greeted me. "Hi" he said, "welcome to the party.  I want to 
say I'm sorry for  what happened.  I can even laugh at the practical joke that 
brought it on.   It was a good joke, dressing me like a girl and locking me 
out.  Here's your  number.  When the last person gets here find, the changing 
stall with that  number.  The locker should be open but if it isn't just let me 
know.  Whoops  here comes the last person.  Gotta go.  Feel free to let 
everyone else know."   I made the announcement.  I then went into the locker 
room and tried to find  number 7.

I saw the door and headed towards it. I opened the door.  Inside, I got  
changed.  I then put on the pair of skates and laced them up.  It was like a  
star exploded before me! After the light disappeared and the ringing in my  
ears subsided, I could not think clearly and felt extremely dizzy.  I tried  to 
open the locker to put my clothes away but it wouldn't budge.  I heard a  
knocking on the door. "Are you ready yet?" I heard someone call. "The 
locker  won't open."  My voice sounded strange but I couldn't put my finger 
on it.  A  key was tossed over the wall.  I grabbed it and opened the locker.  
"Boy I am  confused.  I must have put on the same clothes on after getting 
undressed  cause here's my outfit." I thought to myself.  I managed to get 
undressed  without taking off the skates (Odd, why did I even bother trying 
that?) and  began getting dressed.  I put on the pair of navy-blue bloomers (in 
case my  skirt hiked up).  For some reason, I couldn't remember when the 
last time was  when I put on a pair of the tight undergarments.  I then slid the 
purple  satin skating outfit on.  I put my arms through the straps, and 
adjusted my  chest until the cups on my top fit snugly over my breasts.  Odd, 
I can't  remember doing that before.  I smoothed the skirt against my legs.  It 
felt  good against my silky smooth legs.  Even more strange, I don't 
remember  shaving my legs ever before.  As a last touch, I put on one of 
those u-shaped  things meant for holding hair back, so that it wouldn't fall in 
my face.   Weird, I don't ever remember my hair being long enough to fall in 
my face.  I  took a look in the mirror to check my make up. But I didn't put 
on make up.   Apparently I had, for it looked just fine.  I hurried outside.  I 
opened the  door to be greeted by cat calls and whistles.  I quickly checked 
myself over.   I looked strange now that I thought about it, but I couldn't put 
my finger  on it.  However, nothing seemed out of place.  Then someone 
kindly alerted me  to the fact that I had dropped my key.  I turned around and 
bent over to pick  it up.  Even more lewd remarks came.  I checked myself 
again and nothing was  out of place.  I just shrugged it off. We all walked 
over to the rink.  The  only entrance to the ice was small so only a few people 
could go through at a  time.  I kindly waited my turn while getting my butt 
pinched and my legs  stroked.  I stoically ignored it.  I got out onto the ice 
and shoved off.  I  was skating like a champ.  I should have realized then that 
there was  something majorly wrong.  I then did a triple axle and landed on 
my left foot  (I was right handed and right footed so it was odd that I could 
skate on that  foot perfectly when I can't even skate on my good foot).  It 
occurred to me  that, in this outfit, I should be freezing my balls off.  That 
was when it  hit me.  And I nearly hit the wall.  I saw my partial reflection of 
myself in  the glass and nearly died of a heart attack.  I would have normally 
slammed  face first into the wall, but I launched myself over the wall with a 
flip and  a half twist.  I then studied my reflection in the glass and my fears 
were  confirmed.

My short sandy brown hair was now long, silken, shoulder length auburn 
hair.   My bushy eyebrows were now dainty things.  My eyelashes were long 
and my once  emerald green eyes were now a soft brown.  My eyelids were 
covered with eye  shadow.  My nose was now dainty and cute.  My lips were 
full and pouty.  And  they were a bright red.  I now had delicate cheekbones 
touched slightly with  rouge.  My head now connected to a swan-like neck 
that led to thin, feminine  shoulders.  I was always thin so my arms looked 
the same, except they were  silky smooth and my fingernails were longer and 
painted red.  The biggest  shock was to realize that I had breasts.  I pulled the 
top out enough to look  at them.  No doubt about it, they were real and they 
were all mine.  I  continued checking myself out.  My waist was now thinner 
producing that  perfect hourglass figure.  My hips were larger and my butt 
looked good  (provided it was on someone else).  My legs were no longer the 
thick, hairy  legs of a teen aged male wrestler, but were now long, graceful, 
silky smooth  legs of a female ice skater.  I lifted the skirt and, without even 
touching  the bloomers, I knew why I wasn't freezing my balls off.  I didn't 
have any  to freeze.  They would have left a considerable bulge in the 
skintight  underwear.  "Oh my god!" I said. Now I realized my voice was not 
the bass I  had grown used to but was now a sultry soprano.  I almost passed 
out, but the  thought of revenge kept me going.

I went back out onto the ice.  I spotted Jeremy.  I started skating after  him.  I 
guess he thought I was going to talk to him at first because he  stopped for 
me.  But when he saw I knew what happened, he took off like a  shot, trying 
to take advantage of my former lack of skills.  In this new  body, though, he 
didn't have a chance.  I tackled him.  He started laughing  hysterically.  This 
sort of put me off killing him. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" He started.  "I am the master of 
practical jokes!  You dressed me like a girl, but I  turned you into one. Ha! 
Top that!  Now we're even."  "You sick bastard!  You  could always just get 
changed!  This is permanent!" I screamed back. "Don't  worry.  We are 
friends even if we had a fight.  All I have to do is return  the skates to the 
Spells R Us guy." "If you ever find him!" I was now on the  verge of tears.  
I never cry, but now I couldn't help it.  "I thought of  that.  He is in the back 
room.  I made him stay.  Yo! Wizard, I am ready to  return the skates." A 
strange old man walked in and said,  "All right. Give  them back to me and 
I'll lift the spell."  I quickly removed them and handed  them over.  "I'm 
sorry, but it is store policy to never refund used items.   These skates were 
skated in and now I can't take them back." The old man  said.  He handed the 
skates back to me.  "Wha?" was all I could say.  I  should have freaked, or 
cried, or fainted, but instead, I started to laugh.   Jeremy quickly asked "What 
the hell is so funny?!"  "The master practical  joker just screwed up.  Now the 
jokes on you cause your wanted for murder!" I  told him.  "But you're not 
dead."  "Who will believe that I am Eric any  more?" "Oh Shit!  And your 
parents now that you came in here last" "That's  right. Tee hee."

"You have to remove the spell" pleaded Jeremy.  "Sorry the deal was when 
you  returned the skates that the spell would be removed.  Since you can't 
return  the skates I can't remove the spell" stated the old man coldly.  "But I 
can  see that you are just an innocent victim" he proceeded, indicating me "So 
if  you will now fill out this form I can create a new identity for you."  He  
handed me a piece of paper and a pen.  I filled it out.

Name: Eric Daniel Sitch
New Name: Nikki (I always liked that name) Tiffany Sitch
Description of parents: same as old but more trusting and understanding.   
Often goes on business trips for months leaving me home alone. Personality: 
same as old but happier, funnier and nicer.  Intelligent (never  gets less than 
an A)
Hobbies: Ice-skating (ice-skating was already written in), fencing, and track. 
Skill: excellent (Olympics quality)
Address: same
Other: Rich.  No need to work or do chores.  Own personal skating rink. One  
younger brother, no other siblings.

I handed the form back to the old man.  He looked it over and said, "When 
you  wake up you'll be in this new identity.  Here keep a few extra in case 
anyone  wants to use the skates.  Just put them in the mail and go to sleep."  
He  walked off.  "I'm really sorry. If I had only known." Jeremy told me.  
"Don't  be.  You didn't know and even though it will take some getting used 
to I got  to alter my life to be perfect.  I'm rich now."  I replied in my now 
higher,  feminine voice.  "I should leave though.  I don't trust being locked in 
a  room full of teen aged guys."  It was then that I heard a slam and a click.   
Too late! I was locked in.  "Hide!" Jeremy yelled to me.  I grabbed the  
skates and ran off.  I locked myself into the changing stall.  I looked at  
myself in the mirror.  I looked like the kind of girl I would hit on, except  
now I was her.  I was about to check out my "assets" when someone kicked 
the  door in.  "Come here my little fuck toy." Said the guy.  One of Jeremy's  
friends I didn't know.  Behind him was everybody else.  Jeremy was tied up 
in  the corner.  He must have tried to stop them.  The guy tried to grab me but 
I  kicked him in the balls.  Thanks to this body's ice skating my legs were 
very  strong.  As he collapsed I leapt up onto one of the dividing walls 
between  stalls.  I ran across them and jumped through the door.  With the 
guy's  closely pursuing I ran for the women's bathroom.  I shot through the 
door and  slammed it shut having just barely enough time to lock it.

With a heavy wooden door and a solid lock between us, I took advantage of 
the  time to assess the situation.  "Okay" I said to no one in particular "First,  
I was changed into a hot ice skating chick by a pair of magic ice skates.   
There are guys who want to fuck me outside the door to the women's 
bathroom  where I could not go just yesterday.  All I have are my ice skates, 
a skating  outfit, my bloomers, and anything that can be found in a women's 
bathroom.  I  don't have any clothes here that fit me, and all my personal 
possessions were  back in the locker room.  I can't let anyone get the skates.  
No telling what  they would do with them.  I need to hide them.  That looks 
like a good  place."  I ran over to one of the sinks and stashed the skates in 
the paper  towel dispenser.  I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror again.  
It was  strange to know that I was the girl in the reflection.  It had to happen  
sooner or later so I decided to test my new equipment.  I slid my arms out of  
the straps and allowed the outfit to slip down below my bust, revealing two  
pert breasts.  They had red nipples and small girlish aureoles.  I squeezed  
one.  It was electric!  I never felt pleasure like that.  I was about to  really 
explore when there was a loud thud against the door.  The guys were  trying 
to batter it down!  "Never underestimate the pubescent boy." I thought  to 
myself as I redressed and prepared to fight or flee.  THUD! Went the door  
followed by a crash and the sound of breaking wood.  From the zamboni 
machine  they used to ram down the door, sprang 15 guys who all grabbed 
me at once and  pinned me down.  The ringleader of them all stepped 
forward.  It was the guy  who got kicked.  "Boy, do you have strong legs.  
Or should I say girl now!  Hahaha!  But anyway, my balls really hurt.  You 
must do ballet. The  Nutcracker right? Hahaha.  Now you're going to have to 
make them feel better.   And I know just how to do it!  Jeremy thought that it 
would just be a joke.   He told us all to make catcalls and stroke your legs and 
make an occasional  grope.  We have something more in mind.  We also 
came prepared to go all the  way through with it." he sneered at me.  "Gang 
Bang!" was called out.  The  nightmare began then.  

I was pinned down into the doggie position.  I felt someone reach up under 
my  skirt and pull down my bloomers.  My new vagina was now exposed for 
anyone to  see.  Too impatient to take off the outfit, they just hiked the skirt 
up and  pulled the top down.  I felt rough hands groping my breasts.  My 
body  betrayed me, getting hot and wet.  My tits got hard.  This was a very 
unique  experience for me as I was a guy only a few hours ago.  I felt 
something  slippery and cold being spread in my exposed ass.  "Vaseline." 
Someone said  seeing my bewilderment.  That was when I realized just what 
they were truly  planing on.  I was going to be filled in every way possible!  
It was then  that someone tried to press something into my mouth.  It felt long 
and hard.   I bit down with all might.  It turned out to be a carrot in order to 
test to  see if it was safe to try.  I guess they weren't all that stupid.  I felt the  
next intrusion.  My new vagina was getting stuffed.  It felt so good even  
though I couldn't help but feel repulsed.  I was pumped again and again.   
Then someone stuck me in the ass.  It felt strange.  Someone grabbed my 
hand  and wrapped it around their shlong.  They moved it up and down and 
all the  while am getting rammed in my two lower holes.  Someone else took 
the lead  and did the same with my other hand.  It was then I felt another cock 
enter  my pussy.  It hurt like nothing else but at the same time it felt sooo 
good!   I started moaning and panting.  It was all I could do to not start 
calling  out "Harder! Faster!"  I felt the pleasure build up inside me.  Soon I  
orgasmed.  I screamed with pleasure as stars burst before my eyes.  I never  
felt anything like this before!  Waves of pleasure crashed over me!  When it  
finally subsided, I noticed all the guys had also orgasmed covering me with  
their cum both inside and out.  I nearly passed out.  It was then the guys  
who were waiting stepped up and took the same places as the others.  I  
orgasmed again and again never having more than five minutes between 
shifts  of guys.  This went on till nearly midnight.  It was then that I passed 
out  with still another 10 guys waiting for their chance.

I felt someone shaking me.  I thought I was waking up from a dream.  When 
I  spat out a slimy sticky substance, though, I knew it happened.  "I'm sorry.   
I never thought they would go that far.  All the guys except Kevin 
Comperton,  the one you kicked, came and untied me.  They apologized to 
me and said they  just got caught up in the flow.  Most of them I would trust 
with my life and  the rest I could tell were telling the truth.  They wanted to 
apologize but  you passed out."  Jeremy patiently explained.  As I came fully 
to, I had only  one thought: REVENGE.  I got up and walked over to where I 
had stashed the  skates.  Jeremy took one look and knew what I was 
thinking.  "Eric!" I didn't  respond to Jeremy. "Eric!" he called again.  I 
realized he meant me.  "It's  Nikki now.  I entered my new identity when I 
went unconscious." I stated.   "Oh yeah." "Nikki, revenge is fine with me but 
only on Comperton.  Everyone  was afraid of him and just got caught up in 
the flow." "This time I'll listen  but only this time."

We located Comperton's sleeping form.  I quickly filled out the form.

Name: Kevin Comperton
New Name: Bambi Comperton
Description of parents: same as old but less trusting and understanding.   
Extremely strict
Personality: same as old but sluttier and dumber.
Hobbies: modeling, prostitution, and shopping.
Skill: excellent
Address: same
Other: Blond Bimbo.  Men enjoy her in bed. 


We laced up the skates on his feet and then Jeremy ran off to put the form in  
the rink's mailbox.  I watched, as Kevin became the buxom blonde bimbo,  
Bambi.  Revenge is sweet.  We left Kevin now Bambi in the women's 
bathroom  and woke everyone else up.  It was time to go home.

I called my number.  I was very nervous.  It rang exactly twice and then it  
was picked up. "Hello, Sitch residence.  This is Cadmire the butler  
speaking." Said a voice.  It sounded strangely familiar.  "Cadmire, it's me  
Nikki." "Is the party of Master Makenlery over.  I shall pick you up  
immediately.  Your parents had to leave for Africa and will be out of touch  
for about 6 months.  The diamond mine has apparently struck a major flow of  
diamonds and your parents must now oversee the construction of the new  
tunnels to collect these new finds.  The staff will be getting a raise again  I'm 
sure.  I'll be there in 5 minutes Miss."  It sounded so familiar, yet I  knew it 
was all brand new.  My life was now everything I could hope for,  except I 
could never again complain that I was freezing my balls off.

I stepped back into the changing room.  I went through the pockets and the  
wallet I had with me when I came, grabbing anything of value.  I proceeded 
to  donate the clothes, as I would never fit them again.  I hurried outside to  
see a stretch limousine pull up.  Some how, I knew it was her for me.  I  
walked over and the driver, whom I knew was Cadmire somehow, opened 
up a  passenger door for me.  I thanked him and stepped inside.  The door 
closed  and a few minutes later we were on our way. "You'll be having the 
house to  yourself for a while Miss Nikki." Cadmire told me.  "What about 
Edward?" I  asked, not really knowing how I knew to.  "He is visiting 
friends in  England."  Boy, I must be rich.  We pulled up into a huge 
driveway, leading  up to a mansion like I have never seen.  Behind it I knew 
was my own personal  skating rink.  I had had it built with my allowance.  I 
also knew that above  it was my personal track with an area for fencing being 
encircled by the  track.  There were a few square miles of property with just 
lawn and forest  on it.  And of course, there was the house built for our pets.  

As I stepped through the door, I hurriedly said, "Cadmire, I am going to take  
a bath."  "Of course, Miss Nikki." He replied.  I still having quite gotten  
used to being called "Miss Nikki" although some how I knew it would sound  
stranger to be called by my real name.  I guess I should stop thinking of it  as 
my real name anymore though.  I realized then that, I had no idea how I  was 
going to find anything in this mansion.  I just started walking.  "I have  never 
lived here before but my body has, so maybe it knows the way around."   I 
thought.  I stopped thinking, and, before I knew it, I was at the bathroom.

I locked the door behind me and stripped of my outfit.  I left crumpled in a  
satin puddle on the floor.  I turned on the water and waited for it to warm  up.  
I took the time to check myself out fully and completely.  There would  be no 
interruptions this time.  I looked myself over.  My twins sticking out  on my 
chest were not small but they were not titanic either.  They were  probably a 
C cup.  I looked down to see the old place of my cock but there  was no sign 
of it now.  Only a triangle of auburn hair resided there now.  I  could see why 
the guys at the rink could easily be persuaded to go along with  a scheme to 
gang rape me.  If I was still a guy I would want to fuck me too.

(to be continued)