Life's Changes Ch. 12
Date: 12.04.2009
Keywords: Ch., Changes, 12, Life's,
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"NAME - CASSANDRA JAMESON, EYE COLOR- BLUE, HEIGHT- 5'7"." It had my correct address; and my birth date, 9/10/73, all there. "It worked!! It really worked!!" I exclaimed out-loud as I jumped up and down for joy, with the heels of my boots making a loud clacking noise against the bare wood floor.
It had my (Cassandra's) picture on it where Mark's face used to be. I checked all of my credit cards and the name on them was also now changed to Cassandra Jameson. Even my Social Security card was changed. The social security number was the same one that I had all of my life before my transformation, but the name on the card now read "Cassandra Jameson."
"Well, at least I know the spell worked!"
I rushed up to the bedroom and began looking through all my draws and closets to see if anything happened to my clothing. Every article of clothing I owned that used to be for a man, was now replaced with the clothing and undergarments appropriate to a woman. I began looking through all the nice designer names in my closets; the fine silks, furs, and leathers: the designer Italian leather pants, dresses, and skirts, as well as the beautiful Italian leather shoes and boots.
"Wow, I never knew I had such great taste in women's clothing!"
"It's kind of ironic that I have all of this gorgeous clothing, footwear, undergarments and sexy lingerie because I'll never actually have to wear any of it since I can morph my magical rubber cat suit to take on the appearance of any outfit I'll ever need."
I started checking through some old files I had put away. Every document I had that once read Mark Jameson on it now had my new name there instead. My birth certificate said "Cassandra Gabrielle Jameson" instead of saying "Mark Gregory Jameson" that used to appear there. Even pictures I had from old parties and from when I was growing up changed to have "the new me" in them. I actually came across an old picture my parents took of me when I was 10 years old at a pool party by my uncle's house. It had a little girl wearing a pink Barbie bathing suit in it where the little boy wearing G.I. Joe swim trunks used to be. "I was such a cute little girl," I said out loud, jokingly. I was very happy to find that my spell worked just as I hoped it would
I went back downstairs and was just about to flop down on the sofa and watch a little television when there was a knock on my front door. "Who could that be at 8:30 at night. I'm not expecting anyone." I looked out the peephole to find a very cute young lady with shoulder length dark auburn hair, wearing a black floor length leather trench coat standing there. As she turned around, fidgeting on the porch, I could see that the belt of the leather coat was not tied. Through the open flaps of the coat I could see she had on a nice pair of black leather pants and a gray colored mock-turtle neck sweater.
A good look at her pretty face revealed it was my new neighbor who moved in across the street last week. I quickly 'morphed' the suit into a black silk camisole with black silk panties and a black silk bathrobe that ended just below the bottom curves of my rear. I also "melted" the boots into my skin leaving me bear footed. I took a quick look at myself in the hall mirror, and opened the door, greeting my attractive visitor with a pleasant "Hello, can I help you?"
"Hi. I am so sorry to bother you at this time of night. My name's Dianna McNamarra. I moved into the condo across the street from you a few days ago" she said
She was very attractive, and definitely looked like somebody I wouldn't mind getting to know better.
"Hi Dianna. Nice to meet you. I'm Cassandra Jameson. What's the matter? You look pretty worked up," I said to her as I reached out to shake her hand. She had nicely manicured fingernails and her hands had baby soft skin.
"I was running out in a hurry to go meet up with some people I know from work. I thought I grabbed my keys off the table as I was running out. Before I realized it, the door closed behind me, locking my keys in the house because I had the doorknob set to auto-lock. To make matters worse my cell phone battery is dead and I've been so busy with work and with moving my things in that I forgot to make a spare key to keep in my purse. I saw your lights on and I was wondering if I could use your phone to call the grounds supervisor to unlock it for me?"
"Sure, no problem. Come on inside. I have his number here someplace. Have a seat while I try to find it."
"Thanks. I really appreciate your help. I hope I'm not inconveniencing you in any way. You look like you were getting ready to go to bed."
"I hope your husband isn't upset," she said with a tone of genuine apology in her voice.
"No, no. Don't worry about it. It is no trouble at all. Besides, I'm single and live alone." I continued to reply, "Rich, the grounds supervisor, is not the most pleasant person to deal with at this hour. Would you rather call your husband or boyfriend to let you in? You could stay here and have a cup of coffee while you wait until they get here" I said to her with a bit of suggestion in my voice.
I already knew the answer to that question. I was using my powers to probe her mind while we talked: I knew she was single and lived alone; she was almost 27 years old, and was a Junior Vice President at a prestigious legal firm. I also knew that she was straight and was never with a woman sexually, but she is very bi-curious and just waiting for the right kind of woman to come along. She was also still thinking about how my skin was the softest, smoothest, most supple skin she ever felt when she shook my hand a few minutes ago. I also sensed that she was getting highly aroused by me.
Dianna answered, "No I don't have anyone to call. I'm not married and I just moved to New Jersey a couple weeks ago. I just know a couple of people at my office and I'm not dating anybody at the moment." I was very happy to hear her say that.
I found the ground supervisor's number and gave it to Dianna, who called his house. He must have been out since she asked me for my condo number and my phone number while his answering machine message played and she waited for the beep. She left a message on his machine explaining what happened and that she would be here with me and left him my address and phone number. Then she tried his pager number that I had written on the back of his business card. While she was doing this I poured us both some coffee.
As I leaned over to pour it into her cup, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she was trying to nonchalantly peek down my robe and look at my breasts. I made sure that I took my sweet time pouring her coffee so she could take a nice long look. When I went to get a spoon out of the silverware draw to mix the sugar, I made it a point to "accidentally" drop it on the floor so I would have to bend over to pick it up. As I bent over to pick up the spoon I turned so my rear end was facing her. In a slow, exaggerated manner, I bent over. Just as I hoped she would, Dianna started checking me out. With my powers I was able to view through her mind exactly what she saw with her eyes. She was looking my ass up and down; at the way my panties hugged and accentuated the perfect curves of my ass; the sexy shape of my slender legs and thighs. It started making me get a little wet just from reading her thoughts and feeling her emotions.
When I stood up and went to get another clean spoon from the drawer I asked her if she wanted anything to eat. Her verbal reply was "No thank you. I'm ok," but in her mind I read her thoughts saying, "Oh yes I do! Your sweet pussy!"
That made me even hotter for her. I sat down at the kitchen table across from her. During our conversation, Dianna was starring at me: watching my luscious lips as they formed each word when I spoke: watching as I twirled my silky golden blond hair around my finger. At one point in our conversation, she asked me if this was the real color of my eyes or if I wore colored contact lenses to get them such a sparkling blue. It is because of the magical cat suit that I looked the way I did, but I could not tell her that, so I told her that I did not need to wear glasses or contacts, it was my natural color, as was the color of my hair. I tacked on to the end of my statement that "Every part of me is 100% all natural" with a flirty wink.
We continued talking for a very long time, the palpable sexual tension between us building: both of us dropping subtle hints and adding in little sexual innuendo and sub-text to our conversation. I knew she wanted me badly, and I wanted her. For some reason I did not want to use my magic to influence her decision to be with me, so I resisted the temptation to use my powers to control her and influence her decision to love me. Even though I had the power to control her will and could make her do anything I desired, I didn't want to. I didn't want her as some kind of magically controlled love slave; I wanted her to be my genuine friend, and lover, all of her own free will.
I felt a real attraction to her. It wasn't just her looks that attracted me to her. It was also her personality. Since I had used my powers to read her thoughts, I knew so much about her that it was like I had known her for years, even though it has only been a couple hours since we met.
While we were talking, I leaned back in my chair: arching my back and raised my arms up over my head as I pretended to stretch out. The sight of my beautiful breasts excited Dianna as they were lifting up, with their erect nipples pushing against the robe. As I was stretching, I straightened out my leg under the table and "just happened" to run my foot up along her leather-covered leg during my pretend stretch. As I did, Dianna began to blush.
In her mind I felt her desire for me ready to explode. I sensed in her thoughts that she was just about to make a move back at me. She was just about to run the tip of her leather boot along the inside of my thigh, when my doorbell rang.
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