The Day the Democrats

Changed the Republicans

into Girls!

 

Plus the Bonus Story...

 

 

A Witch Feminized Me!

The ultimate sexual curse!

 

 

Grace Mansfield

 

© Copyright Grace Mansfield

 

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Author's Note!

 

Hi Everybody!

 

Things are going great here at A1adultebooks! They're publishing as fast as I can upload. Yippee!

 

I've got a real zinger this time.

Politics can be sort of silly. Those grinning fools are always trying to put something over on us!

In this story they come up with the ultimate plot!

Those poor Republicans are getting changed into women!

Are the new women going to change into Democrats now? Do they have a way of getting back at the Dems?

 

The action is fast and furious here, and it all happens with more sex than you can shake a stick at!

Read on, my friends, and...

 

STAY HORNY!

Gracie

 

 

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

I thought Covid was bad, but it was nothing compared to what happened next. It started with planes flying overhead, gaseous clouds trailing after them. The gas spread out, seemed to dissipate into nothing.

I was driving down the street at the time, the top was down on my Mustang, and I was going to Sally Benton's house. Sally was my honey, and we were going to go to the beach, play in the waves, and then play in each other, if you get my drift.

Then the planes came, flying low, a picture of a blue jackass laughing on the fuselage. Gas spewed out of the tails of the planes, and everything came apart. I felt faint, but managed to guide my car to the side of the road. I was conscious of an accident down the road, some people weren't lucky, and then I passed out.

I came to a few minutes later.

I tried to start my car, but it wouldn't work. So I got out and started walking down the street. There were other people out walking, and no cars were running, so I figured the gas had messed with mechanical things.

But who could it have been? The Russians? The Chinese? But we had early warning systems! No way it could have been either of them.

Engrossed in thought, I wasn't far from Sally's house, and I kept putting one foot in front of the other. Then things got weird.

My first clue was my feet. I was wearing athletic shoes, and suddenly they didn't fit. They just started flopping, and I actually stepped out of one. When I bent over to put it back on and tie the laces tighter, I almost fell over. My clothes were too big.

The first thing that went through my mind was that my clothes had stretched out. I thought that the gas...maybe it was causing the cotton to come apart, and the first stage was that the material got all stretchy.

Then I thought about my shoes. Then I looked at the world, really looked, and realized that I was shrinking.

Then I felt a terrible pain in my groin. I fell on the ground and grabbed my nuts. They hurt, and they felt like they were getting smaller!

At that moment the pain lessened, and I could feel my package. Yep, it was okay...wait a minute! My dick was shrinking! My balls were getting smaller! WTF!

I tried to get up, I tried to feel my package through my now falling off pants. I was honest to God terrified!

The planes! The Gas! My body shrinking! And now my manhood? What was happening to me?

Suddenly a man ran past me. He was shrieking and pulling his hair. I took note that he had really long hair, and he was shrieking like a girl.

Then the pain started in my groin area again, and my chest hurt like I was having a heart attack.

I keeled back over on the ground, puddled into my clothes and passed out. The last thing I remember, before I went unconscious, was: why is hair in my face?

***

I awoke with hair in my face. Long blonde hair, like my own hair, but long.

I just lay where I was, and knew that things were different. I could feel that my body was smaller. I knew this because I was still in my clothes, and my clothes were too big. I was laying in them like they were a puddle.

My shirt was like it was ten sizes too large. The familiar feel of a tight belt was gone. One shoe was gone, and the other felt like I was a child and tried to wear my father's shoes.

"Ohh," I groaned. My head hurt, and I felt like I had some kind of dread disease. Bitten by a tetse tetse fly, and changed into a shrinking man.

The confusion, the struggle to understand, went through my head. I tried to sit up, and that's when I realized the true extent of my problems.

"Oh!" My chest felt like something had been attached to it, and it was dragging me down.

Inside my shirt my hands were free and I felt for my chest.

BOOBS!

I had breasts! I had tits! Bazoombas! Those things that are fun when they're on girls, but...what were they doing on my chest?

I felt them and tried to understand.

They were big. They were bigger than my girlfriend's, and she had big ones.

And the nipples...they stood straight up, big as thimbles! And when I touched them a sexual shock went down to my groin.

Through my panic I realized that it felt good. I instinctively reached to my groin and...MY DICK WAS GONE!

My penis was absent, as were my balls, and all I had was a slender, little slit with big lips, or labias, or whatever they were called.

I felt myself frantically.

Oh, God! What had happened to me?

I was becoming more aware by the second, and I realized that I could see. Light was coming in through the weave of my shirt, and through the neck hole over my head.

I struggled around and examined my body with my eyes.

I was short, and big boobed. I had a vagina. My hair was long and blonde.

Yes. Whatever that gas had done...it had changed me into a girl!

Now, I don't know why I didn't freak. I remembered that fellow with the long blonde hair who had run past me screaming. He had freaked. He must have been freaked because he was changing.

I held on. I tried not to freak. I tried to control myself.

I was terrified, my thoughts were scattered and shaken and didn't make sense. I was trying to cope. But, then, I was always the kind of guy who coped.

When my father had tried to talk me into being a Democrat, I had refused.

When my mother had wept for my soul because I wanted to meditate instead of pray, I had held my ground.

And I was working my way through college, holding down a job, and I was coping.

So I held it together...in a freaking out sort of way.

I began to wiggle. I pushed my hand up through my shirt neck and pulled, and I began to shimmy out of my over-sized clothes.

I got my head up, but I couldn't get my shoulders through. I pushed out of my jeans and stood up.

The world was going crazy.

People were sobbing and crying.

A couple of girls near me were naked. They were looking around like the world had come to an end. Which, of course, it had.

No cars worked.

People were coming out of stores and standing around on the street. A lot of them were girls, like me, in over-sized clothes.

I looked at my car. It just sat there, and I wondered what was wrong with it. Such an odd thought. What's wrong with the car, when the real problem was what was wrong with me.

I was next to a parking meter. Comparing my height to the meter height I judged that I was about five feet. Not a very tall girl.

I saw my reflection in a store window on the other side of the sidewalk. I looked like a waif. I had big, blue eyes, long eyelashes, smooth, tanned skin.

Well, I had been tanned before, so it stood to reason that I would still retain that tan. I guess.

My shirt was a denim shirt with snaps on the pockets. It hung off my body and exposed one slender shoulder. Under the shirt, I had very large tits. My nipples poked out through the material.

I had been six foot four, and now I was five foot, and the shirt hung to my knees. Almost like a gown, or dress, or something.

And my face was rounder, softer. My hair was a long, golden frazzle. When it had gotten longer it hadn't grown into a fashionable style. It looked like some cavewoman's hair.

Unconsciously, wanting order in this new and crazy world, I pulled my fingers through my hair. It needed a good brushing.

People were starting to move around me.

Two girls, small as me, walked past. One was holding up loose pants and the other was wearing a shirt like mine, no pants. Their hair was messy, too, and they were crying and asking each other what happened.

A guy rode past on a bicycle, and he leered at me.

A store keeper came out of an imported cheese store. He looked at me and said, "You better get yourself home, missy."

Missy. I was 'Missy' now. I had been Brad Longstreet. I had been the envy of guys with short dicks, and the guys on my swim team had called me 'long dick.'

What was I now? 'Short snatch?'

I know. I know. Measuring a guy by the size of his dick is worse than childish, but when you spend a lifetime being something, and then find that you are not that something, it's rough.

The old guy from the cheese store had walked down the street and was talking to other people. His advice was good, though, and I headed for Sally's apartment.

I was too far away from my own, and I was only a couple of blocks. from hers. I figured she could help me sort this mess out.

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

"Sally! Sally!" My voice was high pitched, a girl's voice, and I knocked on her door. Actually, I pounded on it. While walking to her apartment I noticed people staring and pointing, and it looked like a couple of guys were even following me.

Normally, I wouldn't care. But normally I was six foot four and 200 pounds. Normally I would have eaten a couple of punks like those that were falling me up. I was young, strong, practiced in the martial arts, an athlete in good condition. But now I was five feet tall, maybe 120 pounds, and most of that seemed to be centered in the big, round globes on my chest.

"Hold on!" came Sally's voice, and I sagged against the door in relief.

"Hey! There she is!"

I turned around and looked down the stairs. Three punks, and I do mean punks, were starting up the flight of steps. They were dirty, ragged, and unshaved. They were the kind of men who wore their pants so low you could see their ass cracks.

"Sally!" I yelped, pounding on the door again.

The door opened and I pushed forward, and Sally pushed back! "Get out of here!"

"Sally, it's me! Brad!" But I was talking to a door that had been slammed in my face.

"Ha! Gotcha!"

The punks were crowding onto the landing and I screamed. I tried to fight, but their hands were everywhere. They groped my tits and pushed me on my back, and I had the sudden and terrible feeling that I was about to lose my virginity. My female virginity. My male virtue had long since passed.

"Feel those titties!"

"I get to fuck her first!"

"I get sloppy seconds!"

I was crying. I couldn't fight back. I didn't have the muscles, and they parted my legs and one of them pulled down his pants and moved forward. My eyes widened in horror at the sight of his scabby manhood. It wasn't big, but it looked diseased and filthy.

"Hey! Asshole!" We all looked up. Sally stood over us and she let loose with a squirt of pepper spray.

"Fuck! Hey! OOOOWWW!" The three punks fled down the stairs, tripping and falling and screaming insults.

"Oh, thank God!"

Sally grabbed my arm and hoisted me to my feet. A bit of the pepper spray had gotten me and I was crying. But I was safe. At least, I thought I was.

"I don't know who you think you are," she dragged me into the apartment. "But I couldn't let those assholes rape you."

"But, Sally, it's me, Brad!"

"Sit there and don't move. I'll get a wet towel for your eyes."

"I swear! I'm Brad."

She stopped, turned to me with a big frown. "My Brad is six foot four, a hunk with muscles. You better stop talking right there, sister."

I tried to calm down then. I was still sobbing, but only lightly, when she came back with a towel. I rubbed my eyes and tried to collect myself, and I finally said.

"I was gassed, by a plane. I managed to stop my Mustang on the side of the road, but I started changing. I shrunk, and I got these...these...big boobs!" I almost shouted as I held them up for her to see.

Sally started to laugh, and I stared at her. "That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard! Mysterious planes gassing everybody. How come I didn't change?"

"I don't know. Maybe because you're already a girl. But I saw other people change, but not everybody. Just some guys. Not girls. Maybe it doesn't effect girls."

She chuckled, "That's so stupid. You'll have a fine career as a science fiction writer...if you get the fuck out of my apartment and go somewhere else." She snarled the last, and I cringed.

I said, "I drive a blue Mustang with a black top. License plate number 1ABH334. I'm in college, the city college, majoring in literature. I have a job teaching surfing."

She got a mean look on her face. "Have you been stalking Brad?"

I tried again. "I met you when I attended a pep rally. Our team got beat 7 to 6. You like pink underwear, and you have a big, pink teddy bear on your bed. I have to move him every time I spend the night. And you always laugh and say my manhood is threatened. Your mother's name is Florence, and she's got Diabetes. We visited her last April, and she asked you 'How did you ever find such a hunk.' She-"

Sally slapped me in the face. She was enraged, and she said, "You've been spying on us! Nobody could know those things!" She grabbed me by the arm and began pulling me towards the door. She's a big girl, four inches under my old Brad body, but a foot taller than my 'Missy' body.

"But I know them because I was...I am...Brad!"

She yanked open the door and pushed me out. I tripped as I went out and fell on my face. Well, my boobs.

"Oof!" And I looked down twenty steep steps.

"If you ever come back here and I'll have you arrested!" She slammed the door.

Sniffling, I got to my feet and began walking down the steps. By the time I reached the bottom I was sobbing. My shoulders were shaking, and I descended another short flight of steps to the street.

I didn't know where to go. I was weak and fragile. I was...a girl! And, realizing this, I sobbed even harder.

I crossed the street slowly, my world destroyed, and headed back towards my Mustang. I turned once, at the far corner, and looked back towards Sally's apartment. She was standing behind the sliding door on the balcony, and when she saw I was looking up at her she drew the drapes.

I walked up the street, trying to control my emotions, but failing. I reached the street where my Mustang was parked, turned towards it, and saw a tow truck hooking it up.

"Hey!" I ran down the street, then slowed. My boobs were flopping, and they were so heavy it hurt.

"Hey!" I reached the tow truck. "That's my car!"

The driver was a big fellow wearing dirty overalls. He had a day[s growth of scraggly beard and fleshy features. "Sorry, lady, I got orders to clear the street."

"But the plane! The gas!"

He frowned. "You show me the keys and I'll let her down."

"The keys! They're in the cup holder in the center console!"

He shook his head and said, "I ain't got time for this."

The two truck pulled away from the curb, my beautiful blue Mustang behind it.

I ran behind him, my arms flailing, then I had to slow down again. The boobs were starting to bounce.

And there I stood. Crying, helpless, nowhere to go.

I would have had to walk five miles to get to my apartment. And I didn't have the keys. And the apartment manager wasn't going to believe I was me. No way in Hell.

So my run after the tow truck became a trudge. A sad walk of shame. I headed towards Sally's apartment. Not because I intended going there, but because it was the only place I knew.

I didn't make it very far, though. I was just too distraught. I sat down on a lawn and just started crying.

And crying.

Seemed like I couldn't stop.

But, eventually, I did.

And I just sat there and the afternoon whiled away.

Then I saw the three punks again. And they saw me.

I could see their crooked grins from a block away, and I got up and started running. I held my boobs with one arm and ran as fast as I could.

Which wasn't very fast. As Brad I had a good, long stride, loved to run in 5K and 10K races. And I did pretty well.

As Missy I had shorter legs, and my chest was a load to carry.

I turned down the street Sally lived on. When I passed her apartment the punks were only 50 yards behind me, and gaining fast.

On the next block they caught me. One of them tackled me, threw me to one side and I slid and rolled across a stubby lawn. Then all three were on me. Again, they groped my breasts. They shoved my legs apart, and the one with the scabby dick was on his knees and pushing forward, and-

"Hey! Asshole!"

We looked up, and Sally was there, and she let loose with the pepper spray again. They scrambled back but she didn't let up. She kicked one of them between the legs. He leaped into the air and fell, then scrambled to his feet and ran away with his hands cupping his testicles. She kicked another one in the butt, and he sprawled, then scrambled to his feet and kept running. Then she turned and came back towards me.

I cringed and tried to back away from her. My hands scrabbled at the grass and my eyes were wide with fear. She squatted in front of me.

"It's okay. I know who you are."

"You...you do?" Again, I couldn't stop crying.

She held out her hand.

"Yes. Now let's get you safe, and I'll tell you what happened." I put out my hand, and she took it and helped me to my feet. Then she put an arm around my shoulders and walked me back to her apartment.