From: "Eddie Glover" <eglover@nemonet.com>
Subject: Fixer Upper (Mike's Idea TG Newsgroup)


    Fixer-Upper (Mike's Idea)

     "This place is a shithole!", Jeanette snapped as she looked up at her
aunt's house.
     "Well...yeah. But with a little work...", her husband Hal started.
     "A LITTLE work!? This could take years!", she groaned.
     "Why didn't your aunt live here anyway..or at least rent it out?",
Hal asked in puzzlement.
     "Hell if I know! She wasn't rich or anything, she could've used the
money. She told me some crazy story about it being cursed or something.
Nobody has been in this house for...man...probably twenty years!", she
whistled.
     "Well, we could just burn it!", Hal laughed.
     Jeanette shot him a venomous look then snarled, "Shut up! Damn could
you at least give me some help for once, I'm tired of doing everything!".
     Hal wanted to retort but stopped himself. Jeanette had been pissed at
him for days, mainly since he'd lost his job and she'd been forced to work
as a waitress.
     "Well....I've got to get home honey, I've got that interview at
Caltech Industries tomorrow.", he said meekly.
     Jeanette calmed down for a moment, "I'm sorry Hal, it's just that
we're so short on money since you got fired. And that whole affair
gossip...I still think about it.", she sighed.
     Hal frowned, "You know I didn't screw Donnah!", he snapped.
     When she didn't answer he knew that she did still believe the rumors.
He'd hoped that it had skipped her mind.
     "I can't trust you Hal. If I could we might be like we were...just
go.", she said firmly.
     "Honey, please...", he started.
     "Just go!", she snapped, "Meet me here tomorrow night with the
lawyer. We'll talk about...us...then.", she said near a snarl.
     Hal didn't answer and peeled out in his new car, another little toy
he used to make himself more attractive to those bimbos he'd worked with.
     She walked into the old house, brushing cobwebs aside and looking it
over. Aside from the fact that most of the wood was deteriorating this
house had potential. She's often asked her aunt why the old place had
never been sold or fixed up. Shirley had always answered with the whole
curse story. 
     Jeanette picked her cellular phone of her belt and called the
contractor she'd talked to, a guy named Manny.
     "Manny, this is Jeanette Perkins at 1340 Hillside Drive. Yeah we
talked the other day! Could you come by to give me an estimate...7:00
A.M.!? That's too early...of hell, yeah, I'll be here!", she snapped.
     Three hours later Jeanette threw a sleeping bag on the floor of the
old house, she'd never be able to get up early enough all the way across
town so she'd decided to stay in the old place. Strangely there were no
vermin in the house that she'd seen...nor cats or homeless people as she'd
feared. Nothing lived here....a thought that made her skin crawl...she
could always sleep outside...no...she was strong. Maybe Hal was a chicken
but she wasn't!
     She fell asleep on the dust covered floor, hoping that the morning
brought a better day. 
     As she slept she dreamed about the day she'd met Hal. She'd been the
girl most every guy in school had wanted to go out with, because even then
she'd been very large-breasted. But she wasn't the buxom little nymphette
that most guys thought. Then she met Hal, a quiet kid who didn't play
football or any other sport and wasn't the class president. There was one
thing that Hal had done for her....he'd treated her like a person...not a
pair of breasts with a body attached.
     They had been in love ever since...up till last year. Hal had begun
to get tired of her rants about life in general and had had an affair with
his secretary Donnah. He'd been fired over it and she knew that she'd have
to divorce him...for her own self respect.
     She knew that she was still gorgeous, and could likely have any man
she wanted...but a part of her still loved him....even now.
     RING!RING!
     Jeanette staggered up sleepily as the bell continued to chime. She
felt strange, thicker almost. 
     "Hold on, I'm coming!", she growled....in a lower voice. But she was
still very much out of it and didn't notice as she opened the door.
     "You must be Manny.", she groaned. Her sleeply thoughts had just
caught on to the change in her voice but she assumed that she'd caught a
cold.
     "Yes. Are you Mr. Perkins?", the hispanic man asked in confusion.
     "Mr.? What are you...talking about.", she finished while realizing
that she had changed greatly overnight.
     "Um...Mr. Perkins if you are busy, I can come back...no problem!",
the man said while turning and all but running to his truck.
     Jeanette staggered back into the house and looked down as she slammed
the door. Her erect penis was all but ripped through her
panties...wait...her PENIS!?
     She felt it and realized that it was real...this was real. Her hands
found a muscular, hairy chest instead of her usual soft breasts. She ran
to the antigue mirror in the living room and ripped off the sheet.
     "OH MY GOD!", she screamed in a man's deep voice, "I'm a man!".
     The image before her was comical, a huge mass of muscle wearing a
torn nightie and panties, now she knew why Manny had seemed so eager to
leave. 
     "Great! He thinks I'm a cross-dresser!", she sighed. Then the
realization that she cared about anything other than this change hit her.
     She sat for a time, feeling her new body...exploring what having a
penis was like...what being so strong was like. She'd always envied the
physical power of men, the fact that they didn't have to worry about
people drooling over their breasts...now she was a man....and she realized
that it went both ways. She missed her breasts, how sensitive they were,
the familiar jiggle. She'd never wanted to actually be a man....nor did
she now. But something told her that she didn't have a choice now.
     "Honey? Are you here?", Hal asked from the door.
     She started to speak then realized....she was a man! Hal would think
she was an attacker or something. Then she looked at male form once again.
It was her.. the face. Hal would recognize her...she hoped.
     She stepped into the living room and coughed, "Hello Hal.", she
managed in her new voice.
     "What!? What have you done to her!?", Hal roared in feral rage,
"Answer me you freak!".
     "Hal! It's me! Jeanette!", she could see his disbelief.
     Hal slugged her in the face...but it didn't hurt very much. He was
much shorter than her new form...and at least fifty pounds lighter.
     Hal tried to hit her again, but she was mad now....why couldn't he
see her in this face!? When he hit her a third time she lashed out,
sending the man sprawling in the dust from her blow.
     She rushed to his side but he was unconscious. Jeanette held him
while tears ran down her cheeks....why had this happened to her! 
     She watched the still out Hal for a long time, wondering what would
happen to them now. Hal wasn't gay and would never remain with her. After
a time she fell asleep, hoping this all had been some strange dream.
     A blow to her head was her wake-up call. A series of light
blows...too light for even Hal.
     She rolled over and to her knees, throwing the person who'd been atop
her aside.
     "Damn you! Look what you did to me!", a small, rather plain woman
screamed. Her only major feature was her breasts.....they were
large.....then she saw the face.
     "Hal!?", she screamed in shock, "Is that really you!?".
     The woman cupped her breasts then slumped to her knees sobbing.
     "Hal, it's me! Please believe me!", she urged.
     The woman looked up from her chest then her eyes widened, "Jeanette!?
Oh God, you were telling the truth! But how...what's happened to us!?", he
cried.
     "I don't know!", Jeanette groaned, "I woke up like this yesterday
after...after sleeping overnight....so did you after I knocked you out!",
she realized.
     "I can't believe this...I'm a woman....this can't be happening to
me!", Hal sobbed.
     Jeanette put her strong arms around the woman that had been her
husband, "I know how you're feeling Hal, trust me.".
     Hal cupped her tits again, "I...I look like Donnah...only with my
feminized face and your tits!", she gasped.
     "And I look like the fantasy man I've always wanted. It seems we each
became what we wanted from the other sex.", she soothed.
     "Then I want to be you. You are so strong. If I have to be a woman I
want to be you.", Hal said quietly.
     Jeanette gasped as the woman in her arms changed...into
herself....the woman she'd been! Hal had become her in every way and no
trace of him remained on that face or body.
     "I forgive you Hal.", she sighed. 
     Hal, now using Jeanette's name, was married to John Nett, the name
Jeanette had taken.
     Hal hadn't been seen since so the police tried to start a murder
case...but with no evidence it collapsed. 
     John and Jeanette married a week after their former marriage's
divorce went through, and lived together...in the house that had saved
their marriage.