SRU:  The Return of the Love Doll

By Ran Dandel

 The Riding Club of the University was one of its most exclusive  
organizations.  It was like a non-resident fraternity.  The members  gathered 
there to meet and socialize, and to build their skills at  networking.  The 
exclusivity was guaranteed because only the wealthiest  students in good 
standing in their respective cities' Society could  become members.

Members who graduated were destined to wield great power in whatever  
career they chose.  None of them were majoring in the "hard" sciences,  or in 
such curricula as English Lit. or Philosophy.  These men would  become the 
future leaders of their home states.  The ones who went into  government 
would not become the elected officials, but would be the ones  appointed to 
the real positions of power.  They'd be the diplomats, the  chief bureaucrats, 
the judges, the ones who influenced the elected  officials.

Unfortunately, they were also all convinced of their innate superiority  to any 
other kind of human being on campus.  They associated only with  "their 
own kind", and dated the girls from only the "proper" sororities.   No matter 
how sexy, intelligent, attractive, or whatever, a girl was, if  she didn't live in 
one of "those" sororities, she was lower than the  bird droppings found on 
the sidewalks of the University Quad.

 Rick Edgerton was in trouble.  Here we was, Chair of the Riding Club's  
Annual All Hallows Eve Costume Ball, and he didn't have a costume.   While 
most of us would not be too upset to throw something together,  even if it 
was a few rags wrapped around our arms and legs under a  sweatsuit to 
simulate being a muscle man, a Member of the Riding Club  had to do it 
right.  You couldn't show up in a costume.  You had to have  a Costume.

If you dressed as a clown, you had to be utterly convincing.  Same with  a 
Matador, an Olympic skier (not any other kind, of course), or a lowly  butler.  
The costume had to be as complete in every way as the real  thing.  This, of 
course, is what made it difficult, for if a member  couldn't follow through on 
this project, how could the others ever put  their trust in him doing something 
simpler.  The more complex the  costume, and the more obscure, the better.

Without a costume, even all the work Rick had done in getting everything  
ready    the gilded, engraved invitations, the valet parking service,  the 
tuxedo-clad waiters, the imported Blue Ribbon Chef...everything  would go 
down the drain.  As the Chair of the committee, he had to at  least be 
everybody's equal in costume.

He stopped pacing about his luxury apartment and decided to drive over  to 
the mall to see if he could find any last-minute ideas that would at  least be 
acceptable, if not outstanding.  At this late date, he knew he  could only just 
avoid being a failure.  While his future would not be  destroyed, he could 
only salvage a middle position in the Social List  because he didn't get the 
costume he needed.

When he got to the mall, he parked his Beemer away from the main  entrance, 
and parked at an angle in two spaces to make sure there was  plenty of room.  
He didn't care that this was inconsiderate, he wanted  to make sure that the 
peons who parked near him wouldn't have a chance  at putting any marks in 
his car with their doors.

He entered the mall and started walking around, looking into the  different 
stores.  About the only thing that came to mind was going into  one of the 
women's clothing stores and buying something so that he could  masquerade 
as the Hostess of the Ball.  He rejected this idea, though,  because he knew 
he didn't have enough time to make the preparations he  needed to pull it off.

(He wasn't worried about what his friends would think, because they all  
appreciated a good gag.  Ten years ago, Bunky Dalton came dressed as a  Las 
Vegas showgirl, with all the feathers and such.  The members  couldn't 
figure out who the strangely-attractive woman was until the  Midnight 
Unmasking.  When he pulled off the wig, and shouted,  "Surprise!", in his 
normal voice, he stunned his audience with his  imagination, nerve, and hard 
work in fooling all of them.  He is now an  investment advisor to some of the 
most highly-placed policy-makers in  Washington.)

Rick was about to throw it in when he saw one last store at the end of a  back 
corridor.  It had a sign over the door (a store in a mall with a  real door?) that 
said, "Spell 'R Us".

Well, he thought, I've looked everywhere else, what can I lose by  looking 
here?

So he entered the store.

As he opened the door, he heard a bell ring.  He looked up, and saw the  kind 
of bell that hangs on a spring and rings when the door strikes it.   How 
quaint, he thought.  He looked around the store and was nearly  repulsed by 
what he saw...there were things everywhere.

The shelves were located in no particular pattern.  Items were not  grouped in 
any system he could discern.  In short, it was a jumble of  stuff on shelves, 
on the floor, hanging on the wall...even the lights  were just bare bulbs 
hanging under white-enameled reflectors.

"Hello, Rick," said a voice from behind him.  "I know this isn't the  kind of 
exclusive store with personal attendants and refreshments you're  used to, but 
I think I can help you solve your problem for the Ball."

Rick started at the voice, and then turned around to see an elderly  gentleman 
in a worn, but well-made suit that looked like it came from  Saville Row.   Of 
course, it didn't fit properly, and Rick assumed it  was something a "proper" 
fellow had donated to the Church Rummage some  time ago.

"H-h-how did you know my name?  And how did you know I needed 
something  for the Ball?" Rick stuttered.

"Come on, my boy, I'm a wizard.  I'm supposed to know these things.   
That's why the store's got its name."

"All right," Rick replied, "but how can you help me?"

The wizard replied, "You need an absolutely convincing costume for  
tonight's All Hallows Eve Ball, and I can give it to you."

"You?"

"Of course.  Who do you think helped Bunky with his costume?  I can do  
the same for you."

"OK, if I can do as well as Bunky did, my future will be assured.  What  do 
you have?"

The Wizard went behind a shabby counter and brought out something that  
was rolled up.  He set it on top of the counter and started to unroll  it.  It soon 
became apparent that he was unrolling an incredibly  realistic inflatable love 
doll.  She was absolutely beautiful, and  deliciously sexy.

The wizard pointed at the love doll and said, "Rick, here's your  costume.  
You'll go as a beautiful maiden from some Sultan's harem.   With the right 
outfit, you can pull this off."

Rick stared, and the replied, "How can that be my costume.  I can't use  a 
love doll.  What do I do?  Hold it in front of me and use it like a  puppet?  
That's no costume."

"Wait a minute, I'm not through.  When I get done with Brenda, here,  she'll 
be the perfect costume for you."

At that, the wizard took a very sharp knife out of some fold in his  suit, and 
cut a straight slit from the crotch of the doll to the base of  her neck.  As he 
pulled the slit open, Rick could see that the doll was  just a hollow, flexible 
shell.  The wizard then rummaged around in a  drawer and came out with a 
ruby.

The ruby was one of those gems that drive jewelers to envy.  It was  oval-
shaped, and faceted to reflect every gleam of light.  When Rick  gazed into 
the gem, it had depths unimaginable, and was filled with the  wonderful red 
of the gem.

The wizard took a small glue pot, and used the brush to apply some of  the 
glue to one side of the ruby.  He then stuck the ruby on one edge of  the slit 
where the love doll's navel was.  He waited a few minutes, and  then test-
fitted the two sides of the slit together.  The ruby was  exactly centered in the 
love doll's navel.

"Ok, Rick, here's how it works.  When you get ready to go out, strip  
yourself naked, and put on the love doll.  You'll close it up and dress  in the 
harem girl's outfit I'll also supply.  When the Ball's over, you  go home, 
remove the costume, and bring it back to me tomorrow.  I'll  collect my rent 
for the costume, and you'll go away happy, knowing you  pulled off a 
wonderful stunt for the Ball."

"What about the Midnight Unmasking?"  Rick asked.

"That's simple, you'll just pull the head back enough to reveal your  true self, 
and take in the applause.  Nothing simpler."

"All right, but one more thing.  I've heard some things about this  store, and I 
don't want to wind up some kind of brainless bimbo and a  slave to sex."

"I admire your caution young man.  If you follow my instructions,  nothing 
will happen.  I promise you, you will not become an airhead,  like Brenda 
here."

"Good enough, I'll do it" Rick agreed.

While they discussed the price (which of course didn't really matter to  Rick), 
the wizard packed the love doll and several items of clothing  into a small 
overnight bag.  He then added a small can.

"Rick, this can contains the most important thing of our arrangement.   
Before you put on the costume, you must dust this powder all over the  inside 
of the doll.  The powder will prevent it from sticking, and make  it easier to 
remove.  If you don't use the powder, it may be quite  painful to take off.

"Also, don't break the surface of the doll.  The magic that makes the  costume 
convincing is fragile in its own way.  If the surface is  penetrated, I'm not 
responsible for what happens, so be careful.  Don't  handle broken glass, or 
be careless with knives.  At any rate, I did  guarantee that you would not 
become a brainless bimbo, and that will  hold true.  Just don't make any 
mistakes, OK?"

"I understand," said Rick.  And he took the overnight bag, and went out  to 
his car to drive home.

At  his apartment, Rick opened the overnight bag, took out the love  doll, and 
unrolled her.  He draped her over a large overstuffed chair  and sat down in a 
recliner on the other side of the living room.  He  stared at her.

The love doll was a stunning redhead.  Her hair was of that deep auburn  
color that most men rarely see.  It was nowhere near that carrot color  most 
redheads seem to have.  Her face was clear and smooth.  None of the  usual 
mass of freckles, except a small amount scattered across the tops  of her 
breasts.

Her eyes were green, and she had the most kissably-shaped lips Rick had  
ever seen.  From the looks of the rest of her, this costume would be  
incredible, if it worked like the wizard had said.

As he was thinking of these things, he closed his eyes and started to  
daydream about being with this girl.  He sat back, reclined the chair,  and 
slowly drifted off to sleep, as he dreamed of kissing, caressing, of  having 
his way with the sexy creature on the couch.

Several hours later, Rick awoke with a start, looked at his watch, and  
yelped, "Oh no!  I'm late!"

Now being late meant Really Late.  It was normal for the Ball to start  at 8:00 
PM, but most of the members would arrive well after 9:00.  It  was now 
9:00, and Rick knew he wouldn't arrive for nearly an hour.  That  was too 
late to be fashionable.  Well, Real Late is Much Better than not  being there at 
all.  That would be worse than a bad costume.

Rick dashed into the shower, and cleaned himself faster than he'd ever  done 
before.  Naked, he walked over to the doll, opened the slit, and  slid one leg 
into her.  He realized he'd forgotten the powder, but  figured that he could 
stand a little pain if he succeeded tonight.

He slipped his other leg into the doll, and pulled her hips over his.   He 
adjusted his cock and balls down between his legs so they'd fit  better, and 
give the front a proper profile.  He pulled the torso up  around his stomach 
and chest and worked his arms down the arms of the  doll.  He then pulled 
the chest around in front.

He looked down and saw that the costume didn't quite look right.  He had  a 
flesh-colored sheath around him, with a long slit up the front to his  neck.  
The slit was open quite a bit, and he didn't know how it would  close.

I'll just follow the wizard's instructions, he thought, and stretched  the neck 
of the doll to pull the head over his own head.  It took a bit  of pulling and 
tugging, but he finally got the doll's head over his, and  pulled the face into 
place, lining up the mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.   He looked down and took 
the last step.

He pulled the slit in the front of the doll together at the navel.  He  fitted the 
two halves of the navel together, one side with the ruby in  it.  He held them 
together with one hand while he twisted the ruby so  that the oval was vertical 
instead of horizontal.  As he twisted it, he  felt it click into place.

Suddenly, the slit in the doll started to close by itself.  Like magic  (!), it 
seamlessly closed.  He watched the closing as it traveled from  the navel, up 
between the breasts, to the base of the neck.  It also  traveled from the navel 
down to his crotch.  As the last bit of the slit  closed, he felt a slight tingling 
all over his body, and his vision  blurred for just an instant.

He looked around, and noticed that he felt different.  He could actually  feel 
the long auburn tresses brushing across his shoulders and down his  back.  
As he walked, he could feel his new breasts jiggling about.  He  went to the 
mirror and looked at himself.

He did not see himself in some kind of girl costume.  He saw an  exquisitely 
beautiful auburn-haired woman.  She had sparkling green  eyes, a pert nose, 
and irresistible lips.  She had large,  perfectly-shaped breasts with prominent 
nipples.  Her torso tapered down  to a narrow waist and then flared out again 
to wide, sexy hips.  Between  her legs was a triangular patch of auburn hair 
hiding treasures beneath.   All the makeup was done, and her nails were 
perfect.

Knowing he couldn't admire his new costume all night, Rick started  
dressing.  He removed the articles of clothing from the overnight bag,  laid 
them on his bed, and started to put them on.

First was a small pair of red bikini panties.  They barely covered the  hair in 
his crotch, and were low on his hips.  He then took what looked  like the 
matching bra, but it was only two cups at either end of a  string.  After a few 
moments, he realized that this kind closed at the  front.  There were no 
shoulder straps, so it would be held up by his  firm breasts.  He closed the 
clasp and looked at the result.

The small panties emphasized his crotch, and the strapless bra only made  his 
breasts stand out (so to speak).  Now for the rest.....

He took off the bed the sheerest pair of pants he'd ever seen.  They  were 
very billowy, with drawstrings at the ankles and waist.  The Harem  pants.  
He slid them on, noticing that he could feel the sheer fabric as  it slid over his 
smooth legs.  He could not believe that the costume was  this good.

He tied the drawstrings just above his ankle bones, and found that when  he 
pulled the pants up to his waist, they pulled tight in his crotch.   They also 
pulled up into his butt crack.  He tied the drawstring at the  waist.

A vest was provided to add additional cover, but it wasn't much.  It  went 
only down as far at the bottom of the rib cage, leaving his torso  exposed, 
and didn't close at all.  In fact, the lapels didn't even close  as far as his 
nipples, but were held to the sides of his breasts with a  velcro-like material.

He put on the small hat he found in the overnight bag, and found that it  fit 
over the back of his head, and magically pulled all of his long,  auburn 
tresses up through it until they cascaded down his back in a sexy  ponytail.

The shoes were ruby slippers, but not anything like Dorothy wore!  These  
had tall stiletto heels that would show off the beautiful legs and tilt  his new 
pelvis just so.

Rick was a little hesitant about putting on the heels, since he didn't  think 
he'd be able to walk in them.  He put them on, anyway.  He  straightened up 
and tried a few steps.  He found he was as able to walk  in the heels as if he 
was born to them.  He thought, I guess the girls  just make it all up about 
having trouble walking in such high heels.  I  figured as much.

Finally, he took out a small domino mask.  This, too, was  magically-
enhanced.  It covered only his eyes and a small portion of his  cheeks.  When 
he put it on, he didn't need a string around his head to  hold it on.  It 
magically formed to fit the contours of his face, yet  would pull off when he 
slipped a fingernail under one end.  He put it on  and looked at himself in the 
mirror.

The mirror showed a vision of sexually-charged beauty.  The woman in the  
mirror was wearing an outfit that revealed every sexy curve of her body,  yet 
was quite modest.  The panties were hidden by the semi-transparent  harem 
pants so that you got only a hint of what they hid, but you saw  enough to 
know that they hid some absolute delights.

The vest covered the breasts just enough that they were not in  everybody's 
face, but showed enough to display that they were glorious.

Rick quickly turned from the mirror.  I'm getting turned on just looking  at 
myself.  I'd better get going.

He went to the hall closet and took out his camelhair overcoat, put his  keys 
and wallet in the purse the wizard had thoughtfully supplied, put  the 
engraved invitation in a coat pocket (Nobody, not even the Chair of  the Ball 
Committee, could get into the Ball without a proper invitation,  or didn't you 
know such a thing?), and went out the door to his car.

At the ball, he was a hit.  Everybody wanted to know who he was.  Since  he 
had an invitation, he was a proper guest.  That still had everybody  
wondering who he was.

Simes made a very good cowboy.  He even had antique percussion Colt 
Navy  pistols.  They were "hung low and tied down".  Just like a proper Old  
West Gunfighter.

Peeps had a gorilla suit.  It didn't look quite authentic, but everybody  knew 
that Peeps wasn't really going to be one of the 'up and comers'.   He was 
going to be one of the ones who followed the crowd and gave  support.  He 
would always be a fun guest or host, but not really allowed  to have any real 
responsibility.  His major asset was his fine sense of  etiquette, and, of 
course, his wealth.

The costume that gave the most competition for Rick was displayed by  
Barton.  He'd dressed himself as a World War II POW.  He had a ragged  
Army Air Force uniform with all of the correct patches for a bomber  pilot in 
the 8th Army Air Force.  He was unshaven, a tad grubby, and had  even 
starved himself down to present the proper image.

If it wasn't for the help of the Spells 'R Us wizard, Rick knew that  Barton 
would win the prize for Best Costume at the end of the evening.   Well, so 
much for purely human efforts.

As the evening went on, Rick enjoyed himself, acting as if he really was  the 
sexy, beautiful woman he looked like.  He flirted with the other  members of 
the Club, and even danced with a few.  He was surprised to  find that he was 
enjoying being held very tightly during slow dances,  with his breasts giving 
him a tingling feeling, while his crotch had a  moist warmth he wasn't used 
to.

Rick wasn't conscious of the fact that he was moving, speaking, and  acting 
like one of the other member's society-bred dates.

Whenever anyone asked him who he was, he just said he was their hostess  
for the evening, and that it was his job to make sure they all had a  good time.  
Rick meant, of course, that they enjoy the party, but his  guests heard the 
soft, soprano voice and had other thoughts.

Finally, it was time for the Midnight Unmasking.  Rick strode to the  podium 
at the end of the ballroom (at least, he thought he strode,  everyone else saw 
the beautiful redhead move to the podium with a sexy  strut), stood behind 
the plexiglass lecturn, and rang the bell placed  nearby.  Every head turned to 
see the vision of womanhood at the head of  the gathering.

"Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests all, it is time for the Midnight  
Unmasking.  When I next ring the bell, everyone will remove their masks,  
and reveal to all who they really are!"

That said, Rick reached over to the bell rope, and counted down:   
"One....Two....Three!"  and pulled the rope.

The bell pealed and everyone with a mask took it off.  Rick reached  down, 
turned the ruby, and tugged off the portion of the doll around his  head.  His 
real face was exposed to the gathering.

As everybody was looking around, they slowly started to notice Rick at  the 
podium.  A murmuring grew, and eventually it turned into a cheer.

Barton shouted every one to silence.

"My friends.  We are truly in the presence of greatness!  Even I have  been 
fooled by our fellow member, Mr.Edgerton.  He presented us with an  image 
of every man's imagination and played us all for the fools we are!   His 
costume is a masterpiece, and will rank only with our Honored Past  
Member, Bunky!  I doff my hat to you!"

With that, he removed his officer's cap and bowed.

It was quite a speech, and even though Barton seethed inside at having  been 
beaten by the likes of Rick, he knew that his speech gave him  points with the 
crowd.  Losing a fair contest with grace was much prized  among his set, and 
he'd be gracious if it killed him.  He'd find a way  to get even with Rick, 
even if it was just a few points up on him.

Rick smiled at the crowd, and, in character, curtsied.  Cheers erupted.

"Thank you my friends.  I must admit, I had some help from a friend to  
make this evening eventful.  I owe some credit to him, but I also owe  all of 
you credit for giving me this accolade.  I was but one of many  worthy 
contenders for the prize of tonight's Ball.

"But enough of speeches.  The evening is not over, nor has night fled,  so let 
us continue our revels until the sun dawns anew!"

Whew, Rick thought.  I'm sure glad I took that Lit course, so I could  make 
up such a silly speech, but we all know that pompous talk works  wonders.  

Rick had prepared this speech in case he won, although he really thought  
he'd be giving the 'gracious' loser speech at the time he wrote it.   It's 
amazing how things can change in such a short time.

Rick put the costume's head back in place over his own, turned the ruby,  
and resealed the costume.  He was once again the beautiful, sexy harem  girl.

Because he'd been drinking all evening, although mostly just tonic and  lime 
to avoid getting drunk, he found he had to go to the restroom.

Because he looked wrong, he didn't feel right going into the Men's room,  
and he knew he couldn't use the Ladies' room, because they all knew who  
he was.  He decided to use the restroom in the Executive Offices of the  Club.  
That would work.  He had the key.

As he entered the restroom, he locked the door.  Unconsciously, he went  
into a toilet stall and undid the drawstring on the harem pants.  He  slid it and 
the panties down his legs and sat down on the stool.  He  just sat back and 
relaxed as a spray of liquid fell from between his  legs.

How odd, he thought, I'm pissing like a girl.  I even feel like I really  have a 
girl's body.  I wonder what it's like.

He took off the vest and bra, and looked at the breasts upon his chest.   As he 
looked, his thoughts caused his nipples to harden.  He started to  caress one, 
and then started to massage the breast.  His other hand went  down between 
his legs to the warmth that was building there.

As he rubbed his breast and crotch, he noticed that it felt like he had  a real 
pussy down there.  He kept rubbing, and it became slick with  moisture.  He 
finally slipped a finger inside and gasped with pleasure.

He continued this until he felt a surge of pleasure throughout his body.   He'd 
had an orgasm!  He kept at it and had two more.

Gasping, he decided he'd better stop before someone else with a key to  the 
Executive Restroom came in.  He wiped himself down, and put on the  harem 
outfit.  Checking to make sure his hair was neat, and that his  face was right, 
he then left the restroom.  He found he'd only been gone  thirty minutes.

The rest of the night passed quickly, and Rick finally went home as the  sun 
was rising in the east.  It was a successful All Hallows Eve Costume  Ball, 
and Rick had the acclaim that he'd sought from his fellow Riding  Club 
members.

He entered his apartment, removed the harem girl outfit and fell into  bed.

He awoke in the early afternoon.  Being a bit woozy from the late night  and 
the deep sleep, he padded into the bathroom, lifted the seat of the  toilet and 
let go.  He was startled away when a warm flood ran down his  legs!  He 
realized he was still wearing the love doll.

He cleaned up the mess, washed himself off, and tried to turn the ruby.   It 
wouldn't turn!  It was stuck!

Without thinking, he put on the bra and panties, an old t-shirt, and  some 
sweatpants, bundled the rest of the harem costume into the  overnight bag, 
except the purse, and ran out to his car.  He didn't  realize he'd slung the 
purse over his shoulder, and had the moves of the  woman he looked like.

The door of the Spells 'R Us store slammed back as Rick entered the  store.

"Wizard, where are you," he shouted.  Even with the force of his anger,  the 
voice was still a soft soprano. 

"Calm down, Rick, what happened?" asked the wizard, as he came out from  
a room in the back of the store.

"I can't get this costume off!"

"Did you apply the powder as I told you?"

"Er, no.  I was in a hurry and just put the suit on," Rick replied.

"Ok, come in the back with me, and we'll get it off."  The wizard  gestured at 
the front door, which locked itself, and walked into the  back.

In the back was a table that looked suspiciously like a doctor's  examination 
table.

"Ok, Rick, take off your clothes and lay on your back on the table."

"With you in the room, Old Man?"

"Now, Rick.  Don't be modest.  You don't believe that I think you're  really 
a woman, and that I'm going to do something nasty to you, do you?   After 
all, if that's what I wanted, I could have done that anytime  you've been in 
the store.  Just get on the table and I'll help you take  off the love doll."

Rick complied, and the wizard tried to turn the ruby.  After a few  minutes of 
trying with one hand, he tried both.  Finally, he climbed on  the table, 
straddled Rick, and put some weight into twisting the ruby.   It finally gave, 
and the slit opened slightly.

Grabbing a side of the slit in each hand, the wizard gave a grunt, and  
suddenly spread the slit.

It felt like his skin was on fire, and Rick couldn't help but cry out.

"I told you, Rick, that it would be painful to remove if you didn't use  the 
powder," the wizard commented.  "Just hold on and we'll take it off  a bit at a 
time.  It's a good thing there's a lot of stretch in this  thing."

For the next hour, Rick was in agony as the love doll was peeled bit by  bit 
off of his body.  It felt just like having a bandage ripped off the  hairy part of 
your arm or leg, except it didn't remove hair or tear  skin.  It just hurt.....a 
lot.

Finally, it was done.  Rick was gasping for breath in relief.  The  wizard was 
carefully folding the love doll and placing it on a desk in a  corner of the 
room.

"Rick, it's all over, and my love doll will be fine.  You'll be fine in  a few 
minutes, but I must ask you if you cut yourself at all last  night."

"No, I didn't," Rick replied.  "Why?"

"No reason, just wondering."

Rick turned his head and looked over at the wizard.  "Just wondering?   
About what?"

"Just wondering why you're still a woman, that's all, " replied the  wizard.

"Still a woman!" Rick cried.  

He jumped off the exam table and ran over to a mirror.  The vision of  
beautiful womanhood stared back at him.

"No!  It can't be.  I'm not a woman!  No! No!"  he collapsed to his  knees.

"Now, Rick.  I must know.  I've never had my magic fail like this.  Are  you 
sure you didn't break the skin?"

"No, I'm sure of it!  I was very careful to keep from getting cut.  I  don't 
know what happened."

"Hmmm." hummed the wizard.  "Did anything really unusual happen to you?   
Did you get laid?"

"Of course not!  What kind of person do you think I am?  I didn't go to  bed 
with anybody but myself!  And I only slept!  I didn't do anything at  all, 
except....."  Rick remembered the incident in the Executive  Restroom.

"Except....what?" asked the wizard.

"Well, last night, I had to go to the bathroom, and I couldn't use the  Ladies', 
and it didn't feel right to use the Men's, so I used the  Executive.  While I 
was in there, I played with this body."

"I see.  So while you didn't cut yourself, you did penetrate the surface  of the 
love doll when you put your fingers in its pussy. Hmmmm?"

"I guess so.  It felt so good I just couldn't stop."  Rick started to  cry.  "And 
now I'm stuck like this?"

"Unfortunately for you, or fortunately, depending upon how you choose to  
see it, the answer is 'yes'," replied the wizard.  "Some magical  
transformations are permanent.  This is one of them.  I can change you  into a 
lot of other things, but they'll all be female.  You're just  going to have to live 
with it."

Rick said nothing.

The wizard continued, "I can make things easier.  For a small fee, I'll  make 
sure your identity is airtight.  Since you can't be Rick, you're  going to be 
Rikki.  I'll also make sure you can get access to your bank  accounts.  
Everybody is going to remember you as you now are.  A  beautiful, sexy 
woman of Society, who won the All Hallows Eve Costume  Ball by 
appearing in the ultimate harem outfit.  You won a lot of hearts  and pumped 
a lot of hormones, Rikki.  You won't lack for company, if  that's what you 
want."

As the wizard continued, Rick, now Rikki, stared at herself.  She looked  in 
the mirror at that beautiful hair, those sparkling eyes, her lips,  her breasts, 
her narrow waist, her sexy hips and long legs, and most of  all, between her 
legs, the sure sign of womanhood, her....

"Noooooo!  NO! NO! NO!" Rikki wailed, and began running through the 
shop  tearing things down in her grief, her anger at her new womanhood.  
She  grabbed small figures, pots, bowls, pictures, anything, and threw them  
across the store.  She pulled pictures from the wall and put her hand  through 
them.

"It's all your fault, Old Man!" she raged.  "If you hadn't given me that  
costume, I would still be me!  Now I'm nothing.  I won't be part of the  'Old 
Boys' Network'.  I can only be some guy's trophy wife.  I'm good  for 
nothing.  You ruined me.  Now I'll ruin you!"

The wizard watched her for a few moments, murmuring under his breath to  
himself, "OK, you can throw that.   That, too.  That can be fixed.  And  that.  
Uh-oh.  Don't touch that, young lady.  You don't know what you're  
messing with..."

Rikki had worked her way to the front of the store until she reached the  
window displays.  Seeing them, she toppled them into the store.  Her  rage 
abated, and she stood there, breathing hard.

"Rikki, are you done now?"  asked the wizard.

She nodded, and turned back into the store.  She took one look at the  mess 
and froze.

 "Jacquie?  This is the wizzard at SRU....I have another one for you....I  
believe you mentioned you needed one for your Fall line.....OK.....I  think 
so.....What?....I have a nice redhead.... You want a blonde?...No  
problem....I'll have her over to you in the morning...Yes, the usual  
contract....Yes, that's right.....She'll regain mobility in about  fifteen 
months....By then she'll be ready to accept herself....No, I  didn't do it...It 
was an accident....Couldn't be helped.....The Council  of Magickal Ethics 
has cleared me of any wrong doing....Yes, it's not  like the other times..... 
OK, see you in the morning....Bye."

The wizard gestured at the young woman in the sundress standing  
completely still in the store window.  Her long, beautiful, auburn hair  
shortened until it was just touching her shoulders, and lightened to a  nice, 
honey blonde.  Her eyes went from a sparkling green, to a deep  blue that 
men could get lost in.  Her skin tone changed to match her  hair color.

She'd be taken over to Jacquies' Fashions  over across town.  Jacquie's  was 
the place where all of the Society women purchased their clothes.   Jacquie 
always promised an exclusive on all of the outfits she sold.

And Rikki?  She's a stand-up girl, who'll be helping Jacquie show off  her 
new Fall line.

The End.