SRU: Special Blend
by Trainmaster

It was just after Christmas when I suddenly realized that my attraction to 
Karina had diminished. I thought I still loved her deeply, but after five and a 
half years of marriage, her little bad habits were starting to irk me sufficiently 
that sex was not enough.

My mind started wandering. I found it hard to listen when she talked about 
her Karina things, like work and her family--and harder to sympathize when 
she expected my reactions. And, unfortunately, she noticed, too.

"What's wrong between us, Geoff?" she demanded one evening. "We just 
don't share intimacy as often as we used to. You seem ... well, distracted. 
Like I bore you." Her gorgeous--well, once-gorgeous--mouth turned down 
into a childish pout. "Do I?"

"Ummm ... no," I hedged, hoping she wouldn't pursue the issue. "Love you 
as much as ever."

"Uh-huh, right!" she snorted sardonically. "That's why your work hours 
have increased."

"It's a busy time right now. Lots of work, product ships really soon."

She flipped her magnificent blonde hair with a little hand gesture that used to 
make me madly in love with her. "Something's come between us. Is it 
another woman?"

Though I shook my head--there was, in fact, a woman at work who'd begun 
to attract my attention. She wasn't a classical belle like Karina, but she had ... 
well ... some graceful moves. And she wasn't turning aside my attention. 
Still, we hadn't done anything to betray Karina's trust ... yet.

"What is it then," continued Karina persistently, accepting my denial. "Am I 
doing something wrong?"

"No," I snapped. "I don't want to talk about it."

Her smile faded and tears welled up. "Oh. Okay. I can ... live with that. Only 
..."

I waited for the other shoe to drop, growing impatient as the silence 
deepened. It was then that I realized there was a rift between us. "Only 
what?"

"... only, I hope you tell me what I've done that so irritates you. Oh, God, 
Geoff, I love you so much but you don't seem to notice anymore."

I slept on the living room davenport that night to spite Karina for starting the 
argument. My back ached the next day but it was worth the physical 
discomfort to see the pained look in her eyes as she fixed coffee the next 
morning.

Coffee is one of the things we share. For Christmas, I bought Karina an 
espresso maker. It does all the things we pay dearly at the espresso carts, and 
we can buy different blends and try them out. She loved the gift and started 
experimenting right away.

Before I left that morning, Karina made a special cup of coffee for me. "I 
love you," she whispered, handing me the stainless steel traveling mug. 
"Don't ever forget that." The coffee was excellent. I felt like a shithead for 
betraying her and then accepting her peace offering.

It happened that I had business up north at midday, so I swung into the big 
regional mall to have lunch at the food court. But suddenly, the fast food 
places didn't excite me and there were no other real options. Normally, I can 
eat a hamburger and fries anytime of the day or night--but the stench of their 
grease, and worse, their awful coffee drove me away. 

And the only other coffee in the mall was that so-called gourmet place that so 
over-roasts their beans the stuff is unpalatable. Karina's delightful brew from 
that morning sprang to mind and I gagged as I backed away from their poor 
substitute.

With my stomach grumbling, I retreated toward the parking lot, down the 
main corridor (brief look at the software store), around the corner through 
Nordstrom (brief drooling look at the tie counter), and into the mall's annex 
(brief look at ... what's this ... Spells 'R' Us?)

I stopped and looked closer at the store. I'd never seen it here before. Karina 
and I knew this mall very well. I pushed open the door, realizing there were 
few stores in the mall that had doors to push.

Inside, the store was more like the antique magic shop in my old hometown, 
full of dusty relics and interesting gadgets. Glass cases lined the counter 
space, filled with rune-covered rings and necklaces. A one-antlered moose 
hung lopsided on the end wall. A grandfather clock ticked in the corner. A 
rack of threadbare costumes hung to my left. On my right, a heavily-beveled 
slightly-convex glass mirror reflected a wavering likeness of the entire store.

"So ... my emporium intrigues you, Geoff?"

I spun around. There stood an old man in a ... a wizard's robe, covered with 
crescent moons and sparkles representing stars in the zodiac constellations. I 
recognized Pisces and Aries on the front, and Libra stretched around the side 
of the robe. A moment ago, he had not been in the mirror's reflection.

"I ... well, yes." I responded. "It reminds me of my hometown."

"Precisely," he said with a wink. "Remember how much you liked to visit 
Ambrose's magic store, Geoff? Of course, Ambrose really only operated a 
prestidigitator's exchange--whereas you'll find genuine magic at work here."

"Uh-huh," I nodded. "... real magic?" Some of this stuff was amazing, and 
some was so shabbily packaged and displayed it was pathetic. Yeah, I 
remembered Ambrose's well, and old man Ambrose would have choked in 
this dump.

"Oh, come now, Geoff, surely you're surprised that I know your name?"

I finally woke up. "Well, yeah. That's for sure."

He smiled again. "And that you and Karina are having sexual difficulty right 
now. You see the marriage as growing stale. You'd like to escape from her 
... ummm ... fading charm."

I was stunned, like he'd slapped me in the face. "You've been spying on us," 
I accused.

"Right. I'm Santa Claus. I've checked my list and checked it twice. And, 
Geoff, you haven't been nice."

I stared at the floor--it had been bothering me that Karina truly loved me and I 
wasn't being fair to her. I wasn't willing to work with her or make any 
compromises that might help our marriage. I nodded silently at his allegation.

"Nevertheless, Geoff, like Santa, I have a gift for you. I hope this will help 
you and Karina regain that lost spark of intimacy." He took a small foil 
bundle from under the counter and handed it to me.

It was a package of coffee--a special blend called "Love Potion," whose 
brand name I didn't recognize. The foil contained, it said, two ounces of fine-
ground gourmet blend, specially roasted from only the finest Brazilian 
harvest.

"Love Potion," I smirked. "That's just a little too cute, isn't it."

He shrugged. "It's a gift. Take it or leave it."

"Yeah. Well, we DO like coffee. I'll give it a try. I appreciate your 
generosity."

"Just remember, Geoff," said the wizard. "Please refrain from having sex for 
24 hours after drinking your first cups. Give this blend time to perform its 
unique magic. Now, I believe you have to commute back to your office for 
an afternoon meeting. Good day." And he disappeared again, leaving me 
holding the coffee. 

Karina was eager to brew "Love Potion." We finished dinner and for the first 
time in months, I helped put the dishes in the dishwasher. Then she steamed 
milk, according to the directions and heated the water. Packing two measures 
of  the special blend into her new espresso maker, she seemed to glow as she 
made us each a mug.

"Oh, Geoff, this is heavenly," she said, sipping slowly. "Tell me again 
where you got this."

I told her the whole store of "Spells 'R Us" again, leaving out nothing, even 
including my reaction to the wizard's accusation that I was not being a loving 
husband. I figured I needed to start establishing some trust, in order to win 
back the intimacy at which he'd hinted.

And, in fact, the more coffee I sipped, the more I wanted to get close to 
Karina again. I could see the hunger growing in her eyes, too.

"Are you sure he said to wait 24 hours?" she asked. "What good will that 
do?"

I shrugged. "Everything I saw and heard convinces me he's a real magician 
... a genuine wizard. He said to wait, so wait we must. Who knows what 
magic he's tapped into."

Her eyes dropped. "I guess so," Karina murmured. After a long pause, she 
continued, "Geoff, I can't wait 24 hours. I can't wait five more minutes. 
There's a fire burning inside that just ... hurts. I want you so much. We've 
been so long from being intimate."

Suddenly, she'd set down her empty cup and was around the table, into my 
lap, with her lips pressed firmly against mine. The warm coffee filled my 
stomach, the glow spread into my loins and thighs. Without hesitation, I 
found myself responding.

And we quickly found our way to the bedroom, where clothing became non-
essential. The coffee-induced ember became a roar in my ears and an intense, 
gnawing pressure at my genitals. With renewed intensity, we worked rapidly 
through the foreplay.

Without warning, I was on top of Karina and inside her. My pelvic piston 
echoed the rhythmic flow of her hips and her sighs. The orgasmic buildup 
seemed to last forever. And then, as release came, she wrapped her legs 
around mine to pin me immovable.

Time stretched infinitely--I guess that's a metaphor--but it seemed we were 
locked in that visceral, intimate embrace for an eternity. 

I relished the warmth of her hot breasts against my chest and her weight on 
my abdomen. Her dark hair swirled around my face, both choking me and 
bewitching me with the scent of her musk. Her slender fingers played 
abstractedly with my collarbone, as I stroked the hollow places of her 
backside.

The ageless feeling was shattered when her limp penis suddenly slipped out 
of my ... my hole, my vagina. Her seminal fluid coursed back through my 
channel, spilling onto the sheets beneath me, plastering our thighs together. 

Karina fought to retain the passion, the glow of our emotional closeness, 
biting back tears as her flaccid organ withdrew. "I'm sorry," she whispered. 
"I can't hold it in anymore."

I laid my finger on her full lips, and then put mine to them to silence her. We 
lay still for several more minutes, listening to each other breathe, until my 
legs started to cramp where they crossed over hers. "I ... I have to roll over, 
dear," I whispered. "It hurts ..."

"It's okay. I understand," she agreed, sliding down beside me as I rolled to 
my side. With a shudder, she spooned in behind me, laying her limp but very 
wet penis against my rear. "When ..."

After holding my breath for her to finish, I ventured cautiously. "Ummm ... 
when ...?"

"... when did I end up on the top?" she completed the question. "I was 
underneath when we ..."

Karina sat bolt upright. "Oh, my God, we've changed sexes!"

"No," I corrected, rolling over to stare at her still gorgeous feminine figure 
towering above me. "We didn't change completely. You still have breasts. 
You're still the woman." I don't know from where deep inside the 
reassurance came, but my statement was delivered with absolute certainty.

"But, but ..." She ran her hands over her penis and testicles and then reached 
a finger against my leaking, sticky pussy. I shifted toward her, trying to force 
the finger inside, where she might stimulate my still-aching longings. "...but 
you have my ..."

"I ... know," I said quietly. "It doesn't matter. Come here." And I pulled her 
back down on top of me, leaning her head against my chest. With my free 
hand, I swept her hand against the slit of my crotch. "I love you and I need 
more of you."

Karina understood. She resumed the foreplay, tickling the soft hair of my 
pubic region, fondling my labial lips, and finally, gently, applying her finger 
to my clitoris. Unable to check myself as the pressure swept back over me, I 
forced my pelvis into her hand, and a sweet cry escaped my lips.

I seized at her breasts and brought the left one to my lips. Opening my jaws, I 
bite down gently and felt the soft pop as her tissue responded. She pressed 
the breast deeper into my mouth and I swallowed her nipple, "chewing" as 
much of her flesh as I could accommodate. As I suckled Karina, she stroked 
my "womanhood" until I orgasmed again with a shriek.

Immediately, she climbed on top and with a practiced motion, inserted her 
very erect penis back inside. We rode the waves and tossed on the storm as 
passion engulfed us once more. And again, spent, I wrapped my legs over 
hers to pin her close to me. I desperately needed to feel her "manhood" 
within; I earnestly had to sustain her presence inside my vagina.

Karina was up and dressed when I awoke refreshed. "Wow," I sighed as she 
adjusted her skirt over the unfamiliar bulge of her male genitals, "Wow. You 
are fantastic."

"You, too," she said, sitting beside me with her hand on my bare chest. "I 
needed that in the worst way." I took her hand in mine and stroked the fabric-
covered prominence of her breast with my free fingers. "What happened?"

"We're in love again."

"I know that, Geoffrey Alan Bradshaw!" She stamped her stocking'd foot 
against the bed. "I'm very glad, too. But what happened to ... make us ...?" 
She patted her male bulge. "... make our ...?"

"I ... I think we rushed into this too soon." I surmised, a second time amazed 
that my insight was so effortless. "The coffee raised our libido too fast and 
too high--but we should have waited the full 24 hours. The magic affected 
our bodies, and we got confused ..."

"... and now we've switched genders?"

"No." I said, gazing at her perplexed face. "We swapped genitals. I'll bet if 
... when ... we have physical examinations, you'll find ovaries in your 
scrotum, and I'll have testicles tucked up at the reaches of my fallopian tubes. 
We're still the same genders, we just have changed our yin and yang."

"So, I ... ummm ... could still get pregnant?"

Again, I disagreed. "No, I'd be the one pregnant, since I have the uterus. 
You still deliver the egg and I still donate the sperm, only now our mating 
mechanisms are a little more scattered."

"Is this permanent?"

"I don't know. Do you want it to be?"

"Do you?" she responded. "I'm so confused."

I kissed her gently. "Damn, we really need to find that wizard."

"Yes, let's go see what he has to say."

On the access road into the mall, Karina complained, "Oh, dear, I really have 
to go to the bathroom. I'm leaking. Your penis just doesn't seem to hold pee 
the way I could before." Her face was grim as she squeezed the organ, hand 
tucked inside her skirt.

I hurried into a parking spot close to the nearest store. Pressing her hand to 
her crotch, she ran toward the mall. I realized I faced the same problem, 
though I wasn't leaking yet. "Too much coffee," I muttered.

When I caught up to her in the corridor, she was in tears, torn between the 
woman's and men's doors. "Which one am I?" she wailed.

"Well ... I still consider myself a man," I whispered and walked into the 
men's room. I knew using the urinal was out of the question, at least until I 
practiced a lot. So I went into a stall and pulled down my pants. 

The stream of urine sprayed all over--I needed some practicing in order to live 
my new life. Urine dripped down my legs and buttocks, and speckled my 
underwear and the toilet seat. Now, I understood why women wad masses of 
tissue to wipe themselves.

Several others came into the restroom, so I kept quiet and did what I had to 
do. To make myself less suspicious, I flushed twice. Between flushes, I 
heard a male voice at the urinal next door, "Nice rod, lady. Betcha that's 
good for kinky sex."

"Buzz off," snapped Karina's voice.

"Sorry. Thought you were some kind of TG pervert. A pre-op, maybe? Not 
many women use the urinal."

"No," she said. "I've just always wondered what this feels like. What is it 
you men see in this ritual?"

"Karina," said another, older voice. "You need to shake several times before 
you tuck that away, otherwise you'll drip."

And I heard Karina's voice answer angrily, embarrassment adding a slightly 
hysterical edge. "You like this! You think I'm some kind of pre-surgery sex-
change freak! You don't believe I'm really a woman with a physical problem. 
Well, you really should see what my husband has between HIS legs!" I felt 
my face turn red as I pressed the handle for the second flush.

"Yeah," the younger guy grunted with embarrassment in his voice, too. I 
heard a sink run and then the thump-thump of hand towels pulled out of the 
paper dispenser. "Yeah, I'll bet he's great in bed, too." And the restroom 
door banged shut.

I waited, mortified that Karina had braved the men's room, even more 
mortified that she'd used the urinal, and yet more mortified that she'd spoken 
of me to a casual bystander. "How could you," I wanted to scream. The door 
slam echoed away in the restroom's stillness.

"Geoff, don't be ashamed of what you've become," the older man said. "You 
have to come out sometime."

"Not if I can help it," I replied. "Why'd you have to blow my cover, Karina? 
Damn, how could you be so cruel ... so ... so stupid?"

"I guess the attitude goes with the equipment," said the man. And laughed.

Finally, they outlasted me. The stall was boring and it was smelly. I slunk 
out, dreading the face-to-face.

The man was the Spells 'R Us wizard. He'd gotten rid of the robe and had on 
baggy khaki slacks and a flannel shirt like my father used to wear, but I 
recognized him right away. "You!" I shouted. "We're looking for you. What 
did you do to us?"

"So, Geoff," he smiled. "Couldn't you have waited a little longer to get the 
spice back into your life. Well, I hope the coffee met your satisfaction?"

"The coffee was great," I said, avoiding his eyes. "The magic was ... 
strange. What happened to us?"

Karina gave a start and reached out to touch his shirt. "Oh ... mister ... you 
must be the wizard. I need to thank you. That was the best sex I've ever had. 
Geoff was so gentle, and then ... and then ..."

We both hung on her silence. The last drips of my urine from the underedge 
of the toilet seat made a tiny clock ticking in the hush. At last, Karina realized 
we were waiting. "I can hardly wait to try this ... ummm ... penis ... on 
some of my girlfriends."

"Karina!" I yelled. "That's ... that's adultery. Even at our worst times, I 
never wanted to boff other women. Geez, honey ..." and my self-righteous 
steam ran out as I realized the wizard was choked up, almost doubled over 
trying to stifle his laughter. Suddenly, I was concerned for him. Rushing to 
his side, I pounded on his back until the spasms subsided.

"Karina, you're really a fine specimen," he was finally able to say. "By all 
means, demonstrate your new tool to your girlfriends. And help Geoff learn 
to trust his new organs. Let him share them with his friends, too." He turned 
and winked at me, before pushing open the door.

"The coffee did this?" I said quickly. He nodded. "You didn't warn me ..."

"... oh, but I did," he interrupted. "I told you everything you needed to 
know. It's part of my mage's oath--I've never tricked anyone innocent. You 
didn't listen and then didn't analyze what I said." And I knew he was right. 
My error was hanging between Karina's legs, condemning her to a life she 
hadn't expected when we got married.

"Remember your wedding vows--to love, honor, and cherish, till death do 
you part," he said, leaving the restroom. "Geoff. Karina. I wish you a Happy 
New Year and a wonderful life together."

"Wait," I called. "How do we change back? I don't want to be like this all my 
life." But there was no reply. He was gone. 

I realized that I really did want to know how other men would respond to my 
new equipment. But mostly, I wanted to get back in bed with my wife and 
her new penis. I wanted more--ever so much more--of what she'd bestowed 
that morning.

Karina and I left the men's room together, arms around each other's waist. 
Hers was feminine narrow and mine masculine stocky. Her fingers firmly 
gripped my love handles through my shirt and jacket; a rapturous smile 
spread across her beautiful face.

Below our waists, we carried our ... ah-hmmm ... accidental alternatives 
easily, knowing for the first time in our marriage that no matter what could 
happen, we would always have each other. The first five years had been 
great, the rest promised to be even better ... if a little kinkier. My rekindled 
love for Karina was a raging inferno.

And I couldn't wait for another cup of that incredible Love Potion coffee. If 
we ever find that Spells 'R Us store again, I'm going to buy tons of the 
wizard's special blend.

(fin)