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SRU: Well Dressed
       By Bashful


Jack Edward Wilson was a relatively happy man. He had a good job and 
a wonderful wife. They had not been blessed with children yet but that 
was just a matter of time, he was sure. 

Jack really enjoyed his job, it was something he liked doing and he was 
good at it.  He worked for a good company that treated it's employees 
well. You'd think he had the perfect life and you'd be right, except for 
one little thing. Jack wished he was a woman.

Now Jack was straight, he had no desire to have sex with a man. He 
loved his wife and enjoyed the lovemaking they shared on a regular 
basis. It was different than that. 

Jack's company operated out of a large building with a huge staff. At 
least half of them were women, many young and single. There was an 
unofficial competition between the women in his company to see who 
could be best dressed on any one single day. While casual attire was 
allowed in the company dress code, the ladies preferred smart business 
suits and professional looking dresses. Very few wore slacks or jeans, 
even on dress down days. Most of the men were highly appreciative of 
the competition and even circulated 'ballots' on occasion until the 
practice was halted in fear of a sexual harassment suit. 

Jack enjoyed the daily parade of well-dressed women in and out of his 
department, but for a different reason, he wished he could be part of it.
Jack wanted to be a woman. Not a cross dresser, Jack stood over 6 foot 
tall and he was far too heavy and hairy to ever pass for a woman. Jack 
wanted to be a real woman, soft and slender, with all the appropriate 
parts. He also loved his wife very much, he would never leave her. What 
Jack wanted was to be a girl while he was at work and participate in the 
best dressed competition but a man with his wife. He knew it was 
impossible, but he could dream. 

One day, Jack was in the mall shopping for a birthday gift for his wife, 
Carol. He was looking for a little boutique that carried a special perfume 
she liked. It was expensive and hard to find, but it was for Carol, so Jack 
was determined to find it. 

Jack rounded a corner to the spot the boutique should be but there was a 
different store there instead. Jack assumed he had made a wrong turn, he 
began to leave when something caused him to look closer at the store. It 
was very strange looking, it didn't have a wide open front like most mall 
stores, it had an old fashion wooden door. The sign above the shop read
Spells-R-Us, in old English script. Jack stared at the store for several 
minutes, trying to decide if he should go inside. Jack finally walked into 
the little shop. 


Just inside the door, Jack felt a shiver run up his spine, the old saying,
"someone just walked on your grave" ran through his mind. Overhead, a 
tiny brass bell tinkled as the door struck it. 

"Good afternoon Jack, nice of you to drop in. It is a lovely spring day 
isn't it. The trees filling out with leaves, the birds returning from the 
south, the hem lines dashing up the legs of beautiful women. Makes you 
glad you're alive and a man, doesn't it?"

Jack jumped at the sound of the voice using his name. He spun around 
and was face to face with a very old man. He had long gray hair and a 
matching beard. His face was wrinkled but his eyes were bright and 
sparkled. He wore what looked just like a bathrobe. 

"How did you know my name?" Jack asked after catching his breath.

"Jack, the store's name is Spells-R-Us, I'm a Wizard, how hard is that to 
figure out. You're not an engineer, are you?" The old man asked.

"No, I'm a Human Resources manager. What do you mean you're a 
wizard? Do you do magic shows, make bunnies appear out of hats?"

No, Jack, I practice magic, the old fashion kind. I can cast spells, sell 
potions, read incantations, all that stuff. I've got a cauldron around here 
somewhere if you want to see it." The Wizard said.

"No thanks, I was looking for another store, thanks just the same, I'll be 
leaving now." Jack turned on his heel to get the hell out of the store 
before the old guy got violent.

"Leaving, Jack, before I tell you how you can become a woman, part 
time?" the Wizard said.

Jack stopped with his hand on the door. He had never told ANYONE 
about his secret dream, how did this lunatic know?

"Lunatic, Jack? That's not very nice. I have no particular moon fetish. I 
admit I have made a few people more sensitive to moon beams for 
various reasons and in various ways, but that's just part of the job. No 
Jack, I know what your deepest desire is and I can help you fulfill it, if 
you're interested?" The Wizard said.

Jack felt sweat pop out on his upper lip. He had turned back around and 
was staring at the old man. 

"Are you serious? You realize I just want to be a woman while I'm at 
work, I love my wife and I want to maintain my marriage? We hope to 

have children someday." Jack said.

"I know exactly what you want. You want to be a young, attractive, 
woman who gets high marks in the so-called best-dressed competition at 
your company. You want people, not just men, to look at you and think 
what a pretty woman you are and remark on how well you dress. That 
about sums it up, doesn't it?" the Wizard asked.

Swallowing hard, Jack nodded his head. The old man knew his greatest 
longing to the letter.

"Is it possible?" Jack asked.

"Of course, all it takes is a little magic and a lot of money."

"Oh, I see, you sell me a gimmick that by the time I find out it doesn't 
work, you're long gone and so is my money. No deal. See ya later." Jack 
again turned to go. This time the door would not open. He struggled and 
pulled with all his might and nothing gave. Facing the Wizard, Jack 
began to get upset when the Wizard handed him a ring.

"Jack, I could be insulted by your baseless accusations, I could make you 
very sorry you said such things, but I won't, not this time. The price of 
such fits of anger is never worth the cost of putting up with the 
aftermath. Try the ring on Jack. If it doesn't work, then the door will 
open for you and our visit will be over. In addition, I believe this is what 
you were looking for when you came into my store to begin with." The 
Wizard handed Jack a small sack, it held a one ounce bottle of the 
expensive, hard to find perfume Jack was looking for.

"How much for the perfume?" Jack asked.

"It's a gift. Please, try the ring." The old man said.

Jack slipped the bottle of perfume into his jacket pocket and then slid the 
ring onto his right ring finger. His head spun for a second and then he 
felt a draft between his legs. He glanced down and found a pair of 
breasts pushing out the front of his suit coat. The odd part was, they 
didn't feel or look strange. The jacket was cut to accept them. The draft 
was because he was a woman and wearing a skirt. It was a simple 
explanation. Jaqui looked up at the Wizard and smiled. 

"You made me a woman and it feels natural, as if I had been one all my 
life. I said I wanted to be a woman just at work though. You've made me 
a real woman." Jaqui said.

"Yes and no," the Wizard said "the ring shifted reality to where Jack E. 

Wilson is Jaqui Wilson. Same job, same life, almost. While you wear the 
ring, you are Jaqui Wilson, a real live, fully functional, woman.

"Fully functional, are you saying I'll have periods?" Jaqui asked, pale 
faced.

"Of course, real women have them every 28 days or so, you will to. You 
will also get pregnant if you do not use some form of birth control. If that 
happens, taking the ring off will no longer shift you back. You will be 
Jaqui for the rest of her life." The old man said.

"Take the ring off, and you shift back to the reality where Jack Wilson 
lives and works. Everyone knows you as the person you appear to be. 
The reality shift follows you around and includes everyone who comes 
close enough to see you or you see them or anyone who hears your 
voice. Leave the ring on for more than forty eight hours and the reality 
shift becomes permanent also." The Wizard said.

"What about my wife while I'm Jaqui? What happens to her?"

"Anyone who does not see Jaqui or hear her voice will believe that Jack 
Wilson is the man they know and work with or love. When they see 
Jaqui or hear her voice, they will become part of the reality shift and 
know Jaqui as the co-worker, friend or in you're wife's case, a stranger."

'A stranger, I don't even know her?" Jaqui asked.

"You will remember everything about your life as Jack Wilson when you 
are Jaqui but she would not have met you.  Remember, you met on a blind 
date in college. There would be no reason for the two of you to meet." The 
Wizard said. "But that is just if she hears Jaqui's voice 
or sees her, otherwise, she still believes she is married to Jack Wilson."

"Okay, can I see what I look like?" Jaqui asked.

The old man uncovered a large full length mirror and stepped aside. 
Jaqui smiled at her reflection, it was familiar and at the same time new. 
She was tall for a woman, maybe 5' 10, she had dark blonde hair that was 
cut short, just reaching her collar. She was very well dressed in a navy 
blue suit with a pleated skirt that displayed 3 inches of thigh above her 
knees. She was wearing black patent leather pumps with 2 inch heels and 
her makeup and jewelry set off her face and outfit to a 'T'.

"This is just perfect, I love the way I look. How long will I look this way 
now?" She asked.

"Until you take off the ring. Remember the warnings I gave you. There is 
no reversal for this spell. If you get stuck, you are stuck, period." The 

wizard said.

Jaqui removed the ring and after a moment's dizziness, he was Jack 
again.

"How much?" Jack asked.

"$1000.00" The Wizard said.

"That much, that's a lot of money. How would I explain it to my wife?"

"I don't know. I paid a hefty price for that ring. The ring has all the power 
I have shown to you  and is worth that price easily." The Wizard said. 

'It was sold to me under false pretenses though,' he thought to himself, 'it 
was supposed to have additional power to justify the high cost, it does not 
have those powers. I attempted to return it to the salesman but he refused 
to refund my money.'

"She won't try to trick me again." The Wizard said outloud.

"Who won't try to trick you?" Jack asked, confused.

"Oh, just thinking out loud. Pay no mind. Shall I wrap the ring or will you 
wear it?" The old man said.

Not seeing the sense of what the Wizard was saying, Jack decided to pay 
and leave.

"You accept credit cards I assume?" Jack asked.

"Of course, and we even offer our own card with several custom designs. 
I am especially proud of the one with the face of the wolf on it. Would 
you like an application? The Spells-R-Us Visa card is accepted at magic 
shops and many other fine retail establishments around the world and 
netherworld, including 27 other realities."

"Uh, no, thank you, I have too many credit cards as it is." Jack said. He 
signed the receipt and took the ring and left. On his way out of the mall 
he stopped at a gift shop and had the perfume wrapped. The girl told him 
it would be just a few minutes. Jack left the store and when he came back, 
he had shifted to Jaqui. The young girl handed her the wrapped package and 
complimented her on her suit. Jaqui walked out to her car, the same car she 
(and Jack) had owned for the last year and got in. She didn't have to move 
the seat up or adjust the mirror even though there was almost five inches 
difference in their heights. 

Jaqui returned to work and completed the tasks she had started that 
morning. She was complimented by male and female co-workers alike 
on her outfit. Jaqui had no trouble walking in heels, sitting, behaving or 
talking as a woman. it was all natural to her. Even when she went to the 
restroom and touched up her makeup, it was second nature. She did notice 
her breasts riding in her bra and the feeling of the skirt moving across her 
nylon clad legs. These were new sensations that she enjoyed and soon grew 
used to. 

When 5:00PM came, she left for home. While stopped at a railroad 
crossing, waiting for a slow train to pass, Jaqui noticed a young 
man staring at her from a car next to her. She looked at him and smiled and 
he returned the smile. Jaqui then took the ring off. Her vision swam for a 
moment and Jack was seated in the car. The same young man was looking 
in Jack's direction but not smiling. He never gave any indication that he saw 
anything out of the ordinary.

Jack locked the ring in his glove compartment for safekeeping. There 
was no need to take it in the house.

For the next several weeks, Jack was happier than he had been in a long 
time. He left for work dressed as normal in a suit and tie and Jaqui 
arrived at work wearing a tasteful dress or ladies business suit that 
usually showed off her lovely legs and accentuated her 'C' cup breasts.
One day, Jack wore jeans to work because they had a cookout planned and 
jeans were the order of the day. Jaqui arrived at work in a smart denim skirt 
and red polo top.

While they had a satisfying relationship before, Jack and Carol's 
lovemaking intensified and was more satisfying than ever before. 
They didn't question it, they just enjoyed. 

One day, Jaqui had a lunch date with a female co-worker set for the little 
pub across the street from the office. Her friend was called away at the 
last minute and left a message at the front door for Jaqui so she wouldn't 
wait. Jaqui decided to just eat at the bar since the restaurant was so full.

Jaqui found herself seated next to a man about her own age named Phil. 
He was friendly, witty and very pleasant. Jaqui enjoyed her lunch with 
Phil very much and had to argue with him over paying her own check.
Finally, he relented and made her promise that he could pay for the next 
one. Jaqui agreed. She assumed they would never see each other again.

One week later, Jaqui and her friend, Margaret, were in the little 
restaurant again and they had failed to get a reservation. They found 
themselves sitting at the bar, next to Phil. Jaqui and Phil again enjoyed 
lunch and this time she let him buy her meal and he paid for her friend's 
as well. 

Jaqui began having lunch with Phil once a week, then twice, then nearly 
everyday. Something about Phil drew her to him. It was a special feeling 
she could not explain. 

"Jaqui, have you and Phil 'done it' yet?" Margaret asked one day.

Jaqui blushed at the thought.  

"Margaret Collins, where do you get such ideas? We just have lunch 
together, nothing more. I don't even know where he lives. We just have
 a very nice conversation. You know, I've invited you along several times." 

"Not for over a month you haven't. You've been keeping Phil boy all to 
yourself. I don't care what you do with him Jaqui, he's damn fine looking 
and he has those long fingers, you know what they say about a man with 

long fingers, don't you?" Margaret asked with a grin.

"Yes, he's difficult to buy gloves for. I don't care to continue this 
discussion, now what business matters did you need to see me about?" 
Jaqui asked.

"Oh, you're no fun, you need to get some, then you'll lighten up a little." 
Margaret said over her shoulder as she returned to her office.

Jaqui sat in her office, with her door closed for sometime after Margaret 
left. She was doing some intense thinking.

'I'm really Jack,' She thought to herself, 'but I am seeing a man that my 
friends think I may be having sex with. The strange part about it is, I 
don't feel upset about the idea. In fact the thought of having sex with Phil 
is very appealing. That is not possible though. I am married to Carol and I 
could not bring myself to cheat on her and that is what it would be. I 
don't care how I try and rationalize it. I would be having sex with 
another person, period. Today, I tell Phil I can't see him anymore.' 

Jaqui got to the restaurant early so she could set between the door and Phil. 
That way, when she got up to leave after telling Phil goodbye, he wouldn't 
be able to stop her. They had a regular table reserved and the waitress 
showed her right to it with having to ask her name. Phil was on time as 
usual.

Phil leaned over her and kissed her cheek as he had done for the last 
month. This was the only physical contact they had. 

"Phil, there is something I need to tell you, please don't interrupt me." 
Jaqui started.

"Wait, please Jaqui, I'm very thirsty, let me order some tea first." Phil 
raised his arm and signaled to their waitress. Jaqui's blood froze in her 
veins. The seam under Phil's sleeve had been repaired, just like the seam 
on one of Jack's suits, one that looked just like the suit Phil was wearing.

"Okay, Jaqui, what's so important?" Phil asked

"Just that I want you to know how much I enjoy our lunches. Nothing 
more." Jaqui said. 

'Wait until I get home tonight and see Carol, she must be having an affair 
with this guy, how else could he get one of my suits?' Jaqui thought to 
herself.

They enjoyed their lunch but Phil could tell that Jaqui was distracted. He 
tried to get her to talk about it but she refused. 

Jack got home at his usual time and went straight to his closet. He 
located the gray suit that he had seen Phil wearing that day at lunch. It 
even had the gravy stain on the sleeve that Jaqui had placed there while 
Phil wasn't looking.

Jack had the proof in his hands, but he wasn't happy about it. He loved 
Carol and the thought she was cheating on him, hurt him to the bone.

"Carol, we need to talk." Jack said. He was looking down. He 
didn't want to have this discussion but he couldn't let it go either.

"Jack, what's wrong, is it your mother, is someone sick, what is it 
honey?" Carol asked.

"Are you having an affair with a man named Phil?" Jack asked.

"What, how… oh my God, Jack, how did you find out? No, I am not 
having an affair with Phil but you won't believe the truth either I don't 
think." Carol said.

"Try me." Jack said.

"I'm Phil." Carol said.

Jack blinked. On the face of it, what she said made no sense, but with the 
knowledge that Jack had, it was possible.

"Spells-R-Us?" he said.

"Yes, how did you know?" Carol said. "I was just walking around the 
mall one day and saw this little store. I like antique shops so I went in. 
There was a funny old man who said he was a Wizard and he said he 
knew I needed help. I told him that what I needed was a man to drop by 
every so often and help me lift something or open a jar. You know,  
handyman type things. You do them when you're around Jack, but a lot 
comes up during the day when you're at work. That's when he told me 
about this potion. He said if I drank it, I could become a man just by 
wearing male clothing. I would look like the man I would be if I had 
been born a man. Once I took the clothing off, I would become Carol 
again. He wanted a lot of money for the potion but he let me put it on my 
new SRU Visa card. They have the fastest approval of any credit card 
company I have ever seen."

"Anyway, I bought the potion and it worked just like he said it would. It 
was great, I could reach things whenever I needed to just by putting on 
one of your T-shirts. Then I got to wondering what it would be like to be 
a man and go out. I started going out to restaurants for lunch, just like I 

normally do, only I would wear one of your suits or a pair of slacks and a 
golf shirt. I had a lot of fun, just seeing the way men get treated 
different."

"Then I started having conversations with women. I found that I could 
talk to them on a different level than as another woman and enjoy it. I 
began paying for lunches if they would let me, but I never did anything 
with any of those women, I just had lunch with them."

"How did you find out? Did someone see me leaving the house in one of 
your suits? I tried to be careful." Carol was obviously distraught. Jack sat 
down beside her and held her in his arms.

"Carol, I found out today when you raised your arm to signal the waitress 
for tea, because you were so thirsty." Jack said. He waited for her to 
make the connection.

"But the only person at the table was Jaqui, Jack? What are you 
saying? Are you Jaqui?" Carol asked.

"Yes, I am." Jack explained about his own trip to Spells-R-Us and why he 
became Jaqui. 

"Well, that's more than a little strange. Jack, do you enjoy being Jaqui? 
Do you want to be Jaqui forever?" Carol asked.

"No, I just like the way I feel when I am Jaqui at work. I love you and 
want to be your husband for as long as you will have me." Jack said.

"Jack, wouldn't you like to see what it's like to make love to a man as 
Jaqui?" Carol asked.

Jack was silent for a while. "Yes, I would, I was becoming physically 
attracted to Phil, I guess because he was really you. We have to be careful, 
though. If I get pregnant, I'm Jaqui for the rest of HER life, understand?" 
Jack said.

"Well, if I have any of your clothing on for more than twenty four hours, 
then I become Phil permanently. I was becoming attracted to Jaqui, I would 
have broke it off today except you seemed so upset, I didn't want to add to 
your worries just then." Carol said.

 You know, I was just thinking, we've tried for a long time to make a baby 
and nothing has worked, maybe this is another way to get there. How do 
you feel about that?" she said.

"Honey, I love you enough to try anything to have a child with you. How 
about we take turns, first one who gets pregnant, gets to be the wife?" Jack 
said.

"You're on, who goes first?" Carol asked as she kissed him.

The Wizard covered his scrying ball with the black cloth and snorted in 
disgust. He had looked ahead and saw that Jack would become pregnant as 
Jaqui and they would each become the opposite sex permanently, but they 
were willing to that voluntarily. What was the fun in that? 

Just then the little bell tinkled and a beautiful brunette walked in. She had 
firm full breasts, a slender waist flaring out to wide hips that swayed 
seductively when she walked. She wore a short red dress with a fair amount 
of cleavage showing. Her face held a come-hither look and a perpetual 
smile. Her voice, when she spoke, was a sexy, soft contralto.

"When the hell are you going to change me back into a man, you son of a 
bi…" she sweetly said. Her voice said one thing, her words and face 
another.

"Careful Jennifer, there are worse things to be than a young, beautiful 
woman, much worse. You have taxed my patience enough these last few 
month's. It's time for you to get on with your life, settle down, find a 
husband, have some kids." The Wizard said.

"Damn-it, old man, don't call me Jennifer." She cooed.

'Sorry, tell me again, what is your name?"

"It's Jennifer, I mean, it's Jenni… it's Jen…". Giving up she went on. 

"Look, I don't like men that way, I want my old body back. I can't even 
sound like I'm mad. Everything I say comes out sounding like I'm 
propositioning some guy. I can't sell anything to anyone they all think I'm 
trying to seduce them. At least give me control over my voice so I can make 
a living." She said, in her sexy, soft voice.

"I've already explained it to you. You swindled me; I can't let you get 
away with that. You should have considered the possibility that you might 
anger a Wizard and come out on the short end of the deal. I cast a spell that 
can't be broken. I was angry when I did it and I regret it now, but I can't 
change the spell. I did put in that provision for your voice to revert to your 
control after you fulfil the one requirement I laid out. It's such a simple 
thing, even teenagers are doing it now-a days." The Wizard said.

"I am not having a baby, no way. I'll talk like this until the day I die. 
Can't you do anything to help me, please?" She asked in her "come screw 
me voice."

"I can get you a job at a strip joint where you don't have to talk. Those 
girls make good money and your voice would be an asset to you there."

The former salesman turned and headed out of the store promising to be 
back the next day and the day after that. Of course it sounded like a 
promise of sex and not a threat.

"That'll teach me to lose my temper but he had it coming. I guess I'll go 
ahead and reverse her libido so she can at least have some fun. Maybe a 
roll in the hay with a young man will get her off my back." The old man 

waved his arms in the air and mumbled a few words, unintelligible to 
most humans. A few minutes later he noticed Jennifer walking out the 
mall door on the arm of a young man, one of the frat boys from the local 
college. Maybe she will bring in some more business, he thought.

The End