The Were-Fem!

Male to female...was it really a curse?

 

 

Plus the Bonus Story...

 

The Feminization Experience!

If every man was feminized...

 

Grace Mansfield

 

© Copyright Grace Mansfield

 

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PART ONE

 

I lived on the edge of a deep, dark forest. My parents always told me: 'Don't go into the woods!'

And, when I was young, I paid attention. I had the image of monsters lurking, or trolls that would eat your flesh, of gargoyles that would swoop down and catch me unawares.

But, as boys grow into young men, I began to scoff at their warnings. There was nothing in the woods. I had never even heard of a kidnapping. No goats were slaughtered and only their bones left behind. So my fears dwindled, I scoffed, and then the truth found me, and it was far worse than anything I ever imaged.

***

I began taking short walks into the woods. Just little jaunts. I would do a little jogging, or practice throwing a knife into a tree trunk.

The walks became longer. I found a mysteriousness in the dark green that pulled to me, bid me enter further. So I did.

The long walks became day long hikes, up low mountains, through thick foliage.

No bears and boars. Not even much sound. A few birds, and those were of the raucous 'crow' kind.

One day I walked into the woods, to my favorite place, a small pond. When the days were cool I would dip my feet. When the days were hot, I would swim, naked, and laugh at the idea that eyes were watching me. When the days were cold, in the middle of winter, I would slide across the ice, and imagine fish underneath, frozen, watching me.

One day, it was a particularly hot day, I decided to go to the pond and dip my fevered body into the depths. I walked for a half hour, stopped and listened, and I heard an unfamiliar sound. Splashing. Somebody was already in my pond!

I crept forward, slithered under bushes, and peeked at my pond.

She was young, nubile and gorgeous, and was swimming across the pond, away from me. She reached ground and stood for a minute in the shallows, just her back to me. Her hair was wet, a long, silvery sheen of gold.

She was naked. I held my breath. I had never seen a naked woman, and I was astounded by the soft curves, the delicate way she had of moving.

She stepped further out of the water, and she half turned, dipped her head back and let her hair drag through the water. She was letting the water 'comb' it for her, but in doing so she had arched her back and her breasts were in full display.

God, they were beautiful. Perfect cones with pink nipples. They sat upon her chest, pointing momentarily towards the sky.

I couldn't help it. I reached into my pants and felt my throbbing penis.

She stepped further out of the water. She was knee deep now, and I could see her voluptuousness, her face was half turned towards me and I could see full lips, naturally red and plump. She bent over and wrung out her long, golden hair.

I pulled on my penis harder, stroked it, felt the head, inflamed and already dripping.

I must have made a noise, because she suddenly turned her head and looked aright at the bush under which I was laying.

The pond wasn't large, she was only 25 feet way, and I could see the perfection of her face. Sweet, creamy skin, tanned by the sun, though no sun ever penetrated these woods. Her cheeks were high, and her eyes glittered in the cool gloom.

I lay as if frozen, not daring to move. I was so well hidden she could only see my eyes amongst the green leaves, and I was afraid to close them, that even that small motion might alert her.

She smiled. A small, secretive smile. A Mona Lisa smile. A smile that hid the knowledge of the world. Then she continued onto the small beach, shook herself off, and it was weird. She shook like a dog shakes, shimmying from the head down, shaking off a spray of water, caused a small rainbow in the halo of mist.

She looked across the pond towards me, and now she seemed pensive, contemplative. Then she turned and walked, barefoot and naked, into the woods.

I waited a handful of seconds, then scrambled out from under the bush. I ran around the pond to where she had had her swim.

Who was she? I had never seen her.

And where did she go? She had taken a path I had never explored.

And all the while, enamored, my dick bloated with lust, I held my penis, and stroked it. And, like that, I felt the orgasm let loose. I spilled my seed all over the ground, grunting and breathing hard, dazed by the quickness that had overtaken me. Usually I take my time, enjoy the slither of my hand over my organ, play with my head, even lick a bit of the pre-cum that issues out of the slit on the top of my cock.

But her presence had done something to me. She had excited me beyond anything I had ever experienced, and the result was pudding on the ground on that lonely beach in the deep woods.

Recovering, I put my cock back in my pants and took the trail she had taken.

I hurried, but not at the cost of awareness. I was on ground I had never trod, and I must be careful.

In the back of my mind, lurking like laughter waiting to bloom, were the warnings of my parents. 'Don't go into the woods!'

But there was no way I could heed those warnings. I just pushed them back and continued through the woods.

It was a narrow trail, and for fifteen minutes I walked quickly, but as silently as possible. I didn't want to come unawares on that girl.

I wanted to see her again, to watch her bath in the pond. I wanted to see her curves, watch the rise and fall of her large breasts.

I imagined kissing her. I imagined those red lips, plump with desire, hovering over my cock, then coming closer and closer, and...

***

I woke up in my bed.

I jerked upright. How had I gotten here!? I had been in the deep forest, following the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and then...then I am home? In bed? What happened? How did I get here.

I sat up and groaned. I was tired. I was sore. I felt like I had been in a fight.

I looked at my body. No bruises. So why did I feel so weak and drained? What was wrong with me?

I got up, staggered into the bathroom and looked into a mirror. My eyes were blood shot. My hair was wild and bushy. My skin was sallow. I even had the makings of dark bags under my eyes.

And I wanted to see that girl again. Odd, I wake up like I've been partying for a month, and my first thought is of the girl.

I dressed, sitting on the edge of my bed and pulling my pants on, and even that simple act made me tired.

I entered the living room and crossed to the kitchen. My parents were there. They were sitting at the table, leaning towards each other, whispering, and smiling. They weren't big on smiles and laughter, so I was surprised.

"Good morning," I said.

They greeted me, and grinned, and mother got up to make me breakfast.

Normally I made my own breakfast. What was going on?

Well, whatever was going on, the breakfast helped. She heaped on the eggs, gave me an extra glass of orange juice, I took freely from a big plate of sausage.

"Ah," I sat back and slapped my belly. "Thank you."

"That's all right, dear." Mother kissed the top of my head, she wasn't usually into shows of affection, and took my plate away.

My father, a crusty old fellow, actually initiated a conversation. "Where are you off to, Rodney?"

"Oh, I don't have any plans. I was just going to lay around."

He nodded. "If you think about it, we need a little more wood for the fireplace." No, we didn't. The wood shed was packed with wood. "And there's a nice tree, just fallen, out by that pond back in the woods."

I stared at him, but he merely watched me, then turned his attention to a book he had been reading.

He was actually telling me to go into the woods? He had NEVER done that. In fact, all my life he had warned me against the woods. What the hell was going on.

"Okay," I answered, and I stood up.

Mother hugged me then, something she rarely did, and actually walked me to the door. "See you tomorrow, dear."

WTF?

Why not tonight?

And she pulled my face down and planted a long kiss on my cheek.

Almost like she was bidding me good by.

I repeat...WTF!

I didn't waste time. I walked into the woods and headed for the pond.

I was obsessed. I knew it, and I didn't fight it.

That woman. The long, tawny hair, the glitter in her dark eyes. The way her breasts were thrust out, the tips hard as if pointing.

I made my way through the woods to the pond, and I slowed down, and I heard it. Splashing.

Again, I crept through the woods, slunk under bushes, and was quiet as a slithery snake as I peered from under the big bush I had lain under the day before.

She swam across the pond, her arms rising and falling, barely disturbing the water with her passage. She was a nymph, a goddess, a remarkable example of perfection.

After a minute she swam towards the far beach. She rose out of the water. She dragged her hair in the water, threw her head back and squeezed the wetness out, giving me an astounding view of her architecture.

Her breasts pointing upwards when she arched her back. The roundness of her hips when she turned and looked at me, the glitter in her eyes, eyes so black they might have been midnight in a coal mine.

When she reached the beach she stood for a moment, almost as if in thought, then she shook the water off, that animal like shiver of motion that goes from head to tail. Then she turned and looked at me.

My dick was out, my hand was pumping, and she put out a hand, and a motion as if holding something and lifting it higher, and I felt myself standing, rising from the bush, my cock hard and stiff and poised for eruption. I couldn't stop myself...I kept flogging that chicken.

And she smiled, a wide show of white teeth. Then she walked across the beach, to that lonely path, and disappeared into the woods.

I wanted to cut across the pond, to go around the right edge of it, and so get to the path quicker, but that way the brush was too thick, so I had to sprint around the left edge, come to the place where I had spilled my seed the day before. And as I ran I pumped on my penis.

Oh, I must have looked ridiculous, running through the light brush, brushing limbs aside, and all the while never losing hold of my dick. Never losing a stroke.

And...I stuttered to stop, was incapable of motion, and I spilled my seed again.

An explosion in my groin as I came to the place where she had stood, where the evidence of her strange method of drying herself off was till evident...a mist of droplets sparkling on the ground.

Recovering, I licked my hand of the goo, and I ran to the path, and I ran along the path.

I had no thoughts. I just wanted to find that girl, that woman, that golden vision that tantalized me, taunted me, teased me.

I ran, my arms pumping, jumping over roots and rocks, but, somehow, the girl was gone.

I was running faster than any girl could. There was no way she could have outdistanced me, but she had.

I ran for fifteen minutes, until I reached the place I last remembered from the day before.

I became wary, the hairs on the back of my head rose, and yet I couldn't stop. I ran harder, throwing caution aside. I didn't care if I ran into a bear...I had to find that woman!

Then I burst out of the woods. I stood on a high rise and looked out across a valley.

The valley was thicker than any wood I had ever seen. Tall trees rose from it, shrieking birds flew in circles in the sky, and there was a gloom to the valley. A dampness of the heart, a sadness to the soul.

Across the valley, rising stark and lonely, was a castle.

I had never even heard of a castle in the woods. Not even in the stories my parents had told me to keep me out of the woods.

I stared at the castle, my eyes drinking in its tall spires, it's high walls, and a tendril of smoke rising from a far chimney.

People lived there!

And, maybe the girl lived there.

My heart pounding, my thoughts surging, I stepped forward, and...