Date: Tue, 19 Apr 2005 08:29:58 -0500
From: Brian Nelsen <bucknaked@email.com>
Subject: Innermost Desires (TG)

This story is totally fictional.  The characters and everything else are
fake and this has never happened in real life that I know of.

As always, the supporting characters do without description for the most
part.  They are props and nothing more.

E-mail rants, raves, etc can be directed to bucknaked@email.com (its my
would be porn star name).  Don't bother flaming I won't waste time reading
it.

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*This is completely fictional, except as already noted persons, places, and
events referred to in this story are completely fictional.

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If none of this applies, sit back and enjoy.


Innermost Desires (TG, Sci-Fi, Teen)


The wind in the trees stirred Frank from his slumber.  Reflexively, Frank
drew a finger across the slit he knew would be there; as it had been on
every Saturday morning for the past year.  Having done this almost fifty
times already, Frank knew without question what his finger was
simultaneously confirming.  Sure the first time had been a suprise, but
Frank was accustomed to finding the small slit that guarded the entrance to
his vagina.  It had ceased to be a suprise long ago, but Frank repeated the
examination on each of the previous fifty occasions.  Lately it was more
reflex then anything else.

Frank knew, as he had done many times in the past, that he would slide out
of bed and present himself to the full length mirror that shared the room
with him.  He knew, as it had been for the past year, that the mirror would
confirm as it always had that the potion had worked.  He was no longer
Frank the standout freshman, six foot two inch 240 pound football player;
he was for the time being a fifty pound girl half his age who called
herself Jenny and wanted nothing to do with football.

Long hair, light brown, that she often wore in a pony tail, deep blue eyes,
a delicate nose and deep red lips crowned narrow shoulders and pale
undeveloped nipples seperated from her still narrow hips by a slightly
rounded belly.  Her slender legs formed a slight V that pointed towards her
immature slit like runway landing lights guiding a plane home.  A quick
turn in front of the mirror revealed her slightly rounded butt.  Delicate
fingers attached to smallish hands and slender arms again brushed across
her vagina.  She didn't have to perform this final sweep, but she did out
of tradition to confirm any aspect of Frank was completely absent as it
would be for the remainder of the weekend.  It served also to remind her of
her determination to rid herself of Coach once and for all.  Jenny didn't
have to look in the mirror to know that the potion had been a success, this
Saturday was no different then the fifty or so that had preceeded it; so
why should her expectations be any different?  It was a ritual for the
young girl, freed from the teenage boy she shared with the other half of
her persona with, like a snake that sheds its skin, she was celebrating the
fact that she'd shed the skin of her former self.

Jenny opened the drawers of her dresser and tossed a series of clothes on
her bed.  Coach would be up soon and she was determined to be rid of her
nakedness when he did wake up.  Jenny started the process by pulling a pale
pink pair of panties up her slender legs and settling them into place on
her narrow waist.  Next she pulled a yellow t-shirt over her head, the
screen printed flower made it a favorite of hers, followed by a pair of
worn denim shorts she snapped in to place across her hips.

Dressed, she sat at a small mirror and brushed out her long hair.
Satisfied she pulled it back and fixed it in place with a small ponytail
holder.  She was too young, not even eight yet, to wear makeup; but Coach
allowed her to shape her nails and wear a clear nail polish. This took only
a few minutes to accomplish.  Jenny still had plenty of time before Coach
would wake up.  She would entertain herself in the big backyard her room
overlooked.  She looked at her watch, she had less then 36 hours before the
potion would wear off and Frank would return, in time to take posession of
the body they shared and return to the life he lived away from this place.

Jenny would spend the rest of the morning on the backyard swing set,
swinging higher and higher each time.  Coach would still be asleep for
sometime, it was time Jenny could use to review the plan she'd been
hatching for the past six months since she first became aware of Coach's
motives and her own desires.  It had started out innocently enough, neither
Coach or Frank would have ever imagined this would be how things would end
for all three of them.  If everything went the way Jenny had in mind, Coach
would be in jail, Frank would be gone forever and Jenny wouldn't be
confined to weekends anymore.

Frank had proven himself invaluable on the playing field as a wide receiver
on the freshman football team.  He'd worked hard the whole season to keep
the image he'd cultivated at the forefront of everyone's mind.  Coach saw
the raw, undeveloped talent he possessed and promised him a spot on the
Varsity team the following season, provided Frank was willing to commit his
weekends to improving his talents under Coach's personal supervision.
Coach had in the past invited standout players to spend the weekend at his
house where they could focus on their skills from sun up to sun down.  What
he had in mind for Frank was no different.  Frank's parents knew of Coach's
track record at turning out winning football players and were only too
happy to agree, provided it was what Frank wanted.

What Frank wanted, more then anything else, was to have been born a girl.
He used his football talents to cover his hidden desires.  Who could
possibly think that a boy of Frank's stature wanted more then anything else
to be like the cheerleaders on the sidelines of every game he played in?
The one-on-one training Coach was offering was yet another opportunity for
Frank to keep his strongest desires hidden.  Frank wanted it as much as his
parents did, just for different reasons.

And so it was decided.  Frank would ride home with Coach on Fridays from
school and spend the remainder of his weekend in one football drill after
another.  Frank's parents would pick him up Sunday nights and the process
would be repeated each weekend after that.  Frank's performance had been
lackluster that first weekend.  The drills he was put through by Coach
seemed almost out of his reach both physically and mentally.  Frank was
dreading the second weekend of training even before the first one had
ended.

The following Friday was a quiet ride to Coach's house.  As they pulled in
the driveway, Coach spoke first.

"Frank, what if I told you I could give you something that would unleash
your innermost desires?"

Coach was already sounding like a late night infomercial.

"I've used it with some of my players in the past and its helped to bring
out the athlete within each of them.  Your training last weekend was much
less then I was expecting out of you.  I think this will help you reach
your full potential more then anything else."

"I'm not sure, what do you mean?"  said Frank.

"Come inside, I'll show you."

Frank followed Coach in the front door.  Coach reached up in a cabinet over
the stove and produced a small brown bottle.

"I was first introduced to this several years ago while in Mexico.  As I
told you and was told to me, it will release your innermost desires.  Do
you remember Jeremy Hensen?"  Coach continued without waiting for the
answer, "What do you think got him the football scholarship?"

Coach poured a small amount in to a glass for him.

"Drink it, you'll notice the difference tomorrow when we train."

The thick liquid was brownish green and reminded Frank of swamp water.  It
had the consistency of cough syrup and smelled even worse.  Frank drank it
quickly, hoping to get it down before his tastebuds caught up with the
insult.  Too late, Frank added the taste of stale pond water to the list of
everything he thought was wrong with it.

Frank didn't feel any different, as far as he could tell he didn't look any
different.  All he had as proof of his consuming the foul liquid was the
slime he felt dripping towards his own stomach.  Frank couldn't see, but
the potion had begun infiltrating every cell in his body and awaking his
desires.  Too late, it occured to Frank that his innermost desires might
not be what Coach had in mind.  Frank in the moment before downing the
potion had forgotten more then anything else that he wanted to have been
born a girl.  For the time being nothing had happened.  Maybe it was just
hocus pocus Frank thought.  Only time would tell, for now his secret was
safe.

"Relax," Coach said, "it takes time for it to take effect, you have to
sleep first for it to work."

Coach and Frank worked hard on his drills that night.  After the sun had
gone down, Frank found himself more exhausted then he had the week before.
That was unusual he thought, it seemed like Coach had taken it easier on
him this Friday then he had the week before.  Frank took a fast shower and
crawled into bed.  In rapid order, he was deeply asleep.  The potion had
begun to affect him physically.

Coach turned in shortly thereafter.  He looked in on the slumbering boy,
everything seemed to be normal.  Frank would wake up in the morning and
would find the demanding training regimen almost too easy for him.  The
potion would work its magic overnight and Frank would be the football
powerhouse he'd imagined himself to be.  Or so thought Coach, with good
reason, every boy that had come before Frank had the same experience.

Coach woke first in the morning, he knew he would.  Having done this
countless times in the past, he was well aware of the mildly narcotic
effect of the potion he'd given Frank.  Frank would slumber for the next
several hours.  Coach looked in on Frank and was suprised to see the
slumbering form of a young girl.  He thought maybe this was Frank's idea of
a joke, that he'd switched places with the girl sometime in the night.  It
was impossible though, the bedroom was on the second floor and all the
windows and doors were locked tight from the inside.  There could only be
one explaination.  Coach had misjudged Frank's innermost desires.  That the
girl was wearing the same boxers and t-shirt Frank had gone to bed in was
only that much more confirmation.

The incapacitated girl was too much for Coach to resist.  For as excellent
a coach and mentor as he was to his football team, Coach harbored a desire
for young girls that he'd kept to himself.  Recalling the narcotic effect
of the potion, Coach realized the girl would be incapable of resisting his
intentions or probably even remembering them after the fact; further, the
girl would cease to exist within the next day.  If there was no victim,
there was no crime.

Frank's boxers hung losely on the girl.  Coach slid them down without so
much as the young girl stirring.  The slit he was expecting was still puffy
from its overnight transformation but as small and hairless as he'd
expected.  The girl stirred but offered no resistance.  Coach's manhood
sprung to life as he slid out of his own boxers and prepared to fulfill his
own innermost desires.

Gently spreading the girl's legs, Coach advanced towards the slit that lay
before him.  Thrusting his swollen manhood forward, he quickly felt it
enveloped by the absolute tightness of her young vagina.  His hips pressed
against hers it only took a few thrusts before Coach flooded the young girl
with his semen.  A small smile crossed her face, Coach convinced himself
she'd enjoyed it.  It wouldn't have mattered, Coach doubted she'd remember
it.

Coach knew he had some time still before the girl would wake up.  He made
his way quietly downstairs.  It wasn't much later that he heard the soft
cry of a young girl.  Frank was up, he thought, and there was plenty of
explaining to do.  The girl Coach had sex with only a few hours before
stood in front of the full length mirror wearing just the t-shirt Frank had
gone to bed in.  That she couldn't account for the boxers she'd gone to
sleep in didn't seem to matter.  Frank wasn't a little girl tweleve hours
ago.

"What happened?" asked the amazed girl.

"Do you remember the potion you drank last night?  I guess this was your
innermost desire."

Frank's most closely held secret had been revealed.  How could he possibly
convince Coach it wasn't true when his own body had already revealed the
truth?  There was nothing else to do but admit to his secret desires.

"Well at least I'm pretty."

"What should I call you?" asked Coach, "Frank certainly doesn't suit you,
at least not like this."

"Jenny, I've always liked that name."

Jenny instinctively became aware of her nakedness.  She tugged at Frank's
shirt that already fit her like a nightshirt.  Frank was used to Coach
being in the locker room with the team, but this was different; Frank had
never had the body of a young girl around Coach before.

Coach had already benefitted from Frank's unspoken desires once this
morning, anything he could do to encourage Frank to continue to spend the
remainder of the weekend this way was sure to benefit him as well.

"I'm sure you weren't planning on this, so I assume you have nothing to
wear."

The speechless girl nodded.

"There's cereal downstairs, help yourself.  I'll be back in a little while
with some clothes for you."

Coach returned that afternoon with two outfits, enough to last the weekend.
He found Jenny slumbering on the oversized couch in the living room.  She
woke up when he entered.  Coach had handed her the same outfit she'd put on
this morning.  No wonder it meant so much to her.  It was the first thing
she'd ever worn as a girl.

There was no mistaking that there would be no football drills for the rest
of this weekend, or any weekend to come.  Sure Coach and Frank would
continue to work on drills on Friday nights.  Having consumed the potion
the night before by the morning, the Frank that everyone knew would be gone
and he would be free to enjoy the rest of the weekend as Jenny.  Coach,
well Coach allowed Frank to live the life he desired, just so long as Coach
got what he desired first.

Jenny would spend her weekends playing at the neighborhood park with the
other girls and doing all the things that girls do together.  Coach bought
his weekend visitor several more outfits so she wasn't limited to just the
original two.  Once the weather warmed up enough to go swimming, Jenny was
delighted to wake up one Saturday to find a girl's swimsuit draped across
the chair in her room.  She excitedly pulled it on and marveled at the way
it hugged her body.  She squealed with girlish delight and hugged Coach.
She went swimming nearly every weekend after that.

For the price of two drinks of a most foul liquid, Frank could spend his
weekends as the girl he so desired to be.  Each dose was only strong enough
to effect a 24 hour change in Frank.  A second dose would have to be
consumed on Saturday nights to effect a change for the whole weekend.  Come
Sunday afternoon, the potion would have worked its way completely out of
Frank's body.  Jenny would invariably fall asleep on the couch and slowly
Frank would reemerge.  When all traces of Jenny were gone, Coach would wake
the slumbering boy and drive him home.  Frank's parents were none the wiser
to how their son had been spending his weekends.  The Friday night training
sessions produced enough effects to avoid any suspicion.

Coach, meanwhile had become addicted to his early morning sex sessions with
the young girl.  Jenny was physically half the age of Frank, but shared the
same mental and emotional development as the boy twice her age.  There was
some truth to the fact that Frank, as Jenny, had come to enjoy sex with
Coach even if she was mostly unaware of the act itself.  Coach, blinded by
his own lust for the girl, failed to account for two things that would
ultimately be his undoing.

First, like a true narcotic, Jenny had become accustomed to the narcotic
effects of the potion.  So it was one morning several months ago she found
herself aware of her football coach thrusting into her and subsequently
cumming inside of her.  Mentally and emotionally still 15, Frank as Jenny
found it satisfying.  The rage she found burning inside of her stemmed from
the rather nonconsentual aspect of the act itself.  She wanted to cry out
in protest, but found herself unable to as a lingering effect of the
potion.  The next time, the narcotic effect of the potion wasn't as strong.
Jenny wanted to cry out again, but in an instant she hatched an even better
plan.

The second part of Coach's undoing was that he failed to take Jenny's
youthful metabolism in to consideration.  Her changed body was storing
traces of the potion in the fat cells it was laying down as her changed
body rapidly approached puberty.  Jenny began to notice that it took less
and less of the potion to produce the same effect.  It had gotten to the
point that she only had to take a drink of the potion once and its effects
would last the whole weekend, the second dose she faked for the effect.
What Coach had forgotten was that long term use of the potion would in time
permanantly alter the users DNA, as it had for Jeremey Hensen.

It was only a matter of time before the potion would have a lasting effect
on her and there would be no Sunday regression to Frank.  She figured it
would be no trouble to slip a sleeping pill into Coach's Sunday beer.  Then
she would let herself out and find an adult to tell about Coach's repeated
raping of her.  Frank's disappearance would be explained by his having
uncovered the rapes being comitted by Coach.  In a drunken rage, she would
tell people, Coach had killed Frank and disposed of his body before passing
out from drinking too much.  It wouldn't matter that Frank's body would
never be found, Jenny knew her well used vagina would be drenched in
Coach's DNA and that would be all that was needed to convict Coach and put
him away forever for both the rapes and the murder.

If only he'd asked first, this wouldn't have been necessary.  Freed of
Coach and not having to worry about regressing to Frank, Jenny figured she
was young enough to be taken in by a couple and raised as the girl she'd
always wanted to be.

Jenny swung higher and higher.  She caught her reflection in the window,
this body was on loan to her for the time being; soon it would be her's
forever.