7/7/99

Be certain you check the label before you buy that next pack of cigarettes 
from the store!

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This is my first attempt at a story of this nature, so I'd really like to know 
what you think of it. Look for a sequel if it generates enough favorable 
responses.

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Spells R Us
"Surgeon General's Warning"
submitted by Debi

 Tony Fitzgerald and Andrew Evans carefully wended their way through the 
crowds at the mall. Andrew and Tony were best friends, had been, since their 
days in high school. Tony had been the senior co-captain on the high school 
football team, and being handsome and athletic, never had any problems 
getting girls to go out with him on dates. 

He did however, have a problem with keeping them. A knee injury he 
sustained during his senior year in high school had ended any chance for a 
football scholarship. He became bitter, arrogant, and insensitive to most of 
the women that had crossed his path. He had taken up the vices of alochol 
and tobacco, no longer seeing a reason to keep from starting. Although still in 
his mid-20's, he had already married once, and bitterly divorced from, the 
captain of the cheerleading squad out of high school. His glory days of 
football since past him, he put his muscles to good use by working 
construction jobs out of his meager two bedroom apartment.

Andrew was, in nearly every respect, Tony's exact counterpart. Slightly built 
and somewhat bookish, his friendship with Tony had started when he was 
asked to tutor Tony in algebra to keep his grades (and his chances for a 
scholarship) up. After his injury, Andrew stuck by him and tried to lend 
moral support while Tony slowly self-destructed. 

Andrew was awkward and shy; he didn't make friends easily, let alone girl 
friends. Tony had set him up on a couple of double dates, but he lacked the 
necessary self-confidence, and so he had failed miserably to follow through. 
Their friendship was forged out of a mutual need for camaraderie. Tony 
needed the steadying influence that Andrew gave him, and Andrew just 
wanted to have a friend to talk to.

But the power of love is capable of touching anyone, and so it did, even for a 
booksmart nerd like Andrew. He had found a girl that he liked at work, and 
he had asked her out on a date the following evening. Since Andrew wanted 
to make the evening as special as possible, he wanted to pick out a nice suit to 
wear. He took Tony along to get the opinion of an expert.

While they walked, they happened by one of the designated smoking areas of 
the mall. Seated there was a woman, her shopping bags next to her while she 
casually enjoyed a cigarette. Tony couldn't help but stare as they started past 
her. Tony had a secret passion for the sight of a woman smoking since he 
was a boy. The way they held it, the way they smoked it; everything about it 
was erotic. In fact, Tony was certain, one of the minor reasons for his 
divorce was his ex-wifes constant nagging about his 'filthy' habit.

Tony wasn't paying any attention to where he was going, so intent was his 
focus on the woman, that he promptly managed to embarrass himself by 
smacking his head against a nearby pole.

"Shit, that hurt like hell!", Tony exclaimed, rubbing a nasty bruise forming 
on the side of his forehead.

The woman extinguished her cigarette, but not before laughing at Tony's 
ineptitude.

Tony was incensed. "What are you looking at, bitch?"

Her eyes flashed angrily at him, but she said not a word as she picked up her 
purchases and left to another part of the mall.

"C'mon, Tony", Andrew reassured him. "She isn't worth the trouble. 
There's one last store I want to get into before we leave. If I find something 
in there I like, I'll go ahead and get it. I'll pick you up later on at your place 
and we'll go out for a couple of drinks. Okay?"

Tony calmed down. In the corner of the mall was a new store. 'Spells R Us' 
the sign said. 'Knick-knacks, Brackabacks, and Assorted Curios.'

'Funny I never noticed this store here before', Tony thought. "Not even so 
much as an ad in the paper.' Tony was intrigued.

"I'll tell you what, Andrew. You go on ahead. I'll hook back up with you 
here in about ten minutes. There's something I want to check out first."

They went their respective paths, and Tony entered the small little shop. A 
small bill tinkled above the door to announce his entrance. He waited a 
moment or two to see if someone would come and help him. When no one 
came to greet him, he decided to browse around a little for himself.

He brushed away a fine layer of dust from a nearby display to take a peek at 
what was inside. There were various trinkets, amulets, and good luck 
charms. 'Cheap costume jewelry', Tony surmised. 'Not worth the time to 
look at.'

There was a rack of Halloween costumes in the far corner, and Tony gave 
each a brief inspection. There were horse costumes, cow costumes, a few 
variations on the French Maid costume, and many others.

He heard the low, throaty rumble of an animal behind him. He made no 
sudden moves, turning his head to get a better look at what was behind him.

A wolf. A BIG wolf. Its teeth were bared, and its hackles were raised in a 
threatening posture. A drop of saliva fell from its mouth to the dusty floor 
beneath it.

A voice startled Tony from behind. "Well, hello there, Mister Fitzgerald! Is 
there anything at all I can interest you in this afternoon?"

An old man with bright, blue eyes and long, white beard was standing next to 
him. He was wearing a floor length dark robe, encrusted with symbols and 
runes. The man smiled warmly at him in greeting.

"Well, you could start by calling off your pet." Tony replied.

"So sorry", the old man apologized. He made a gesture to the animal, which 
stopped growling to pad over to a corner and lie down. But it was still alert, 
and its eyes followed them warily while the old man went behind the counter.

"I have to apologize for the actions of my pet. I've had trouble with thieves 
before, so I keep her around to prevent shoplifting." He turned to the wolf, 
scratching behind her ears. "And you've done a good job, haven't you, 
precious?"

"How did you know my name?" Tony enquired.

The old mans eyes sparkled with mischief. "Mister Fitzgerald, I make it a 
point to get to know ALL of my past, present, and future clientele. Someone 
in my line of work simply can't make a buck unless they have an edge."

Tony was suspicious. "What line of work are you in, exactly?"

The old man's face was the very picture of innocence. "Oh, just an old man 
making a modest living selling things to improve the quality of life for my 
customers."

"Now then," the old man continued. "What suits your fancy today? A Tigers-
Eye Amulet, perhaps? Or maybe a blend of shampoo to promote hair growth? 
Guaranteed to make a difference in your life."

"I just now noticed this place, and thought I might give it a look-see. But I 
don't really see anything here that interests me. I'd better be going. My friend 
is going to be wondering where I am."

"I can see that you're a man of discerning tastes. Most of the people that pass 
through here are sold on an item immediately for that special someone."

The old man rummaged around, muttering to himself. "Maybe a leprechauns 
good luck charm? No. Crystal Ball? No, he won't like that, either. A scroll? 
No, that'll never do."

The old man stood back up. "I give up. You have got to be the first person 
that I haven't been able to find a suitable item for."

Tony looked down and fished out what was left of his pack of cigarettes. 
Empty. Damn. Now I'll have to get Andrew to swing by the store so I can 
pick up another pack.

The man's eyes watched as Tony walked over to a trash bin and tossed the 
empty pack away.

The old man's expression brightened. "Ah, so I see that you're a smoker." 
His hand reached into his robe and he pulled out a pipe, puffing on it 
thoughtfully. "I happen to be an afficionado of pipes myself. Old man like me 
can't understand the attraction of cigarette smoking though."

Tony listened carefully while the man continued.

"Even the women these days have taken up smoking. They think it makes 
them look sophisticated and sexy. Some men find it attractive too, for what 
reason I can't fathom."

Tony tried to think of something else, but his instincts betrayed him as he felt 
the beginnings of an erection starting in his pants.

The old man appeared to take no notice. "As it happens, I came across a stash 
of cigarettes on my travels to the Middle East last summer. A blend of rare 
and imported tobaccos, handpicked and rolled by a personal friend of mine, 
but I haven't been able to sell many. Would you be interested in taking a few 
off of my hands?"

"How much?" asked Tony.

"A pittance, really. I think a dollar a pack would be fair, don't you?"

"Hell, yes! More than fair!" Tony said. He dug out a five spot.

"Good. Then we have a deal." The old man reached behind the counter and 
fished out 5 packs. Money changed hands, and the cigarettes were delivered 
into Tony's waiting hands. Tony was on his way out the door, when the old 
man stopped him.

"Before you leave, I have to ask - you're aware of the long term risks of 
smoking and second hand smoke? I hope youve taken the time to read the 
Surgeon Generals warning; it'd be on my conscience if I sold these to you 
without asking you first."

Tony's voice had an edge of irritation to it. "Yeah, Ive read all that stuff. If 
you're gonna preach to me like my ex did before she split on me, then don't 
waste your time."

The old man smiled. "My mistake. I had to ask. You'd best be off. Your 
friend is probably looking for you."

By then the door had already swung closed.

****

As Tony drew nearer to his friend, Andrew said, "Where were you, Tony? 
I've been looking all over you!"

"Just doing a little bit of shopping my friend. Do you know there's a great 
little store back - "

Tony looked back behind him. The storefront was utterly bare, with the 
exception of an advertisement for a Fredericks of Hollywood due to open 
soon.

Andrew shook his head. "I think you must've hit your head harder than you 
thought. C'mon, I have to get going."

Tony stared at the Space For Lease sign for a long time as they left the mall.

****

Tony got to his apartment and ate a modest supper; he had a couple of hours 
to kill before Andrew was supposed to swing by and pick him up anyhow. 
He settled down in front of the tube to watch an episode of 'Baywatch' 
before getting ready.

Tony figured a cigarette would be just the thing he needed to help digest his 
meal while he watched. He looked at one of the unopened packs the old man 
had sold him back at the mall. "Surgeon General's warning, my ass", he 
said. He was just another self-righteous hypocrite who was just trying to 
make him feel guilty about his habit.

He opened the pack, extracted a cigarette, and gave it a cautious, tentative 
sniff. The last thing he needed right now was to get caught with pot by the 
cops. It had an unfamiliar but pleasant aroma to it. Rare and imported 
tobaccos, the man had said. He put it in his mouth and lit it. "Well, here's to 
ya, old man. I'll smoke one just for you."

He kicked off his shoes and eased back onto the sofa to enjoy the show. The 
tobacco had a pleasant taste to it, and it seemed to suffuse his body with 
warmth, not unlike soaking in a warm bath. He felt the tension begin to drain 
away and he began to relax.

The warm feeling throughout his body began to intensify, and Tony wiped 
away a few beads of sweat from his brow. 'Damn, it's hot in here', Tony 
reflected as he partially unbuttoned his shirt.

As Tony sat back down and brought the cigarette back up to his lips, he was 
unaware that subtle changes were beginning to occur.

His body hair receded from his arms and legs, becoming smoother and softer 
to the touch with each passing moment. Tony's hands and fingers slimmed, 
and his nails had began to lengthen. Tony giggled to himself.

Tony became aware of a raging hard-on as he continued to smoke his 
cigarette. Tony undid his pants, closed his eyes and sighed contentedly as his 
free hand drifted slowly downward in an effort to relieve the pressure 
building inside him. He moaned softly.

Tony's mannerisms were keeping pace with the changes that were taking 
place inside him. Tony thought nothing at all unusual in holding his cigarette 
palm up in a distinctly ladylike fashion. In fact, it felt quite natural, as if he'd 
been doing it that way all his life, even as he brought the slender cigarette up 
to his lips in a slow, sensous gesture.

Tony took a long, slow pull on his cigarette. He tilted his head back, 
simultaneously parting his lips and inhaling though his nostrils in a perfect 
french inhale. After a moment to savor the sensations, he exhaled a long and 
gentle plume of smoke toward the ceiling of his apartment.

Tony could not ignore his throbbing member, and he now began to stroke it 
faster with his now feminine free hand. 'God, this feels soooo good', he said 
to himself. 'Ohhh, yesss....' he moaned.

Tony's mind began to wander, and he latched onto a fantasy. A woman's 
fantasy. In this fantasy, Tony was the woman, and she was entwined with 
her lover on a soft bearskin rug, sharing a cigarette as they began to make 
mad and passionate love by the soft light of glowing embers from a nearby 
fireplace.

Tony focused on the mental image even as he again brought the cigarette up 
to his lips with a delicate, feminine hand. He inhaled deeply. His lungs filled 
with the sweet taste of smoke. He held it inside his lungs for as long as 
possible before he exhaled. 

His face thinned and softened even as he exhaled a thin creamy cloud of 
smoke from his now full and pouting lips; his eyebrows thinned, and his 
eyelashes became longer. His irises had gone from green to blue. There was 
no mistaking the fact now that Tony's once manly features had now become 
those of a young and beautiful woman. His Adam's Apple disappeared. The 
area immediately around the nipples on his chest felt tender and more 
sensitive.

*

Her fantasy man began to slowly and gently smother her with kisses before 
finally settling on kissing and licking her nipples. She trembled. She wanted 
him. She wanted him desperately.

*

His voice became higher as he continued to masturbate at an ever faster pace. 
'God, but I feel soooo sexy.....' he gasped in a soprano voice. 'Oh, 
God....you make me feel sooo good. Please God, don't...stop...'

Tony's body accomodated his wishes as his body continued its inexorable 
slide towards womanhood. His penis had continued its retreat within Tony's 
body. A cleft formed and deepened, becoming the soft folds and clitoris of 
his newly formed vagina. It yielded gently to his touch, and his hips began to 
thrust upward, seemingly of their own accord, in an effort to take his probing 
fingers ever deeper inside him. His new pussy quickly became engorged and 
wet with arousal. 

*

 Tony's fantasy man paused long enough to lie down and position her on top 
of him. He gently and carefully guided her as she felt him enter her body for 
the first time. Slowly, they began to move their hips together, in perfect 
syncopation. She sank further and further into ecstasy.

*

Tony surrendered himself completely to the immense waves of pleasure that 
seemed to intensify and expand throughout his body. No. Not his body. 
HER body. Tony? Who was Tony? There was no Tony. Not any longer. 
There was Tanya. And there was a void, a sense of desire building within 
her. A void aching to be filled. A void that only a man could give her.

 *

Tony and her fantasy man quickened their pace; the world around her was 
gone. All she could feel, all that existed, was her lover's shaft driving deeper 
and faster inside her with each passing thrust. She felt charged and 
alive....his hands moved to her breasts, pinching and playing with her raised 
and tender nipples. It was as if every nerve ending in her changing body was 
on fire. 

*

"Play with my tits...oh...oh....yessss...it..feels....so gooood...............!!"

Tanya massaged the area around her erect nipples in an effort to ease their 
tenderness. She gasped in ecstasy as a jolt of electricity shot through her, 
unlike anything she had ever known before. She placed the cigarette between 
her lips and began to inhale again. Her body yearned for the feeling of the 
creamy white smoke hitting her lungs. Small wisps of smoke wafted 
delicately away from her lips and nostrils as she exhaled, rising to float above 
her like a wreath. 

Tanya's body irrevocably crossed, for all time, that barrier between male and 
female. Her aureolae darkened and enlarged; her nipples became more 
prominent; her breasts swelled and expanded, pushing further and further 
outward from her sweat soaked shirt. Buttons popped while her bustline 
continued to grow. Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her breasts and 
body heaving with wanton abandon.

"Fuck me...oh god, please...fuck me.....fuckmefuckmefuckme...!!!!!!', she 
wailed. 'Take me now!..."

*

Their bodies were as one, bathed in an erotic sheen of sweat. She felt his 
body begin to tense up with his nearing orgasm....her hips ground against 
his body as he came savagely, spurting his load deep within her....time and 
time again....

*

Tanya gave herself willingly to her primal urges, her body twitching 
spasmodically as she began to feel the twinges of her first orgasm building 
inside her; Tanya could no longer contain her wild urges, crying out with lust 
and desire as climax after climax crashed against her body like waves.

Tanya regained her composure a few moments later. Another cigarette would 
calm her down and help her relax. As she deftly and smoothly withdrew 
another cigarette and lit it, she happened to see the Surgeon General's 
Warning.

"WARNING. The use of this product has been linked with permanent 
changes in gender and increased sex drive."

"Why, that's silly," she said, exhaling a plume of smoke gently skyward. 
"I've been smoking for years and I haven't ever suffered any ill effects."

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