How a Couple found their Inner Selves
Our story is just beginning, but already involves a lot of surprises. It does involve magic of alien technology and wishes, finding the real you, even if that state isn't what you thought it was.
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It all started like a typical fall Saturday morning. We had cruised out from our city neighborhood to roll through suburbia, looking for some cheap furniture knick-knacks, and kitchen tools for the small cabin we had just bought up in the mountains near Nevada, in a lake side community. The cabin was a stretch, thus the yard sale routine. We had been planning this for several years, and could make the whole thing work, we just needed to really watch our cash flow. We were atypical young Bay Area couple, high tech jobs, decent money, and an active lifestyle. Both of us would have been called athletic and cute, not sexy or beautiful, truth be told. But we had a good relationship, and decent sex I thought.
We found a few things, but were just about to quit when Franny, short for Francesca, my partner for the last five years picked up an old worn looking statue. She was always finding odd Buddhas and folk art. The owner had it marked for twenty, but as it was late morning, she got it down to ten. It was very odd, showing a different view of the figure from each side of the statue as you turned it around. Not my thing, but at that price not worth bitching about. We heard how it had been left behind by renters who failed to pay the last month's rent and disappeared instead. Most of the furniture went with them, but they left behind a bunch of crap, including this statue.
That night Franny started her hidden treasure routine. She cleaned the statue, figured out it was brass and began to clean it with old-fashioned brasso metal cleaner. That was when it got weird, or based on all that came later, started to get weird. Franny let out a yelp, and I looked over, she looked about the same but the little bit of extra weight she had picked up over the winter seemed to be gone. She was slimmer for sure, but how? I didn't want to make a big thing about it, or she would accuse me of not being able to hold my beer, and I was on my first of the day. Then she gasped again, this time the change was very noticeable.
My brunette lover suddenly looked over at me with a totally different look, in just an instant. I hadn't seen the change, but it was very obvious. Franny now had short, straight, almost spikey almost platinum blond hair, far different from her normal light brunette shade. Her almost unnoticeable makeup was gone. Instead she had dark smoky eyes, and the brightest, shiniest lipstick I had ever seen. Her whole face, including her brows and lashes looked professionally done. She was very sexy, and clearly was my partner, but how had she applied a look that I was guessing should have taken a whole day at a salon? Funny part is, she was still wearing the tight ripped jeans and her typical Saturday T-shirt and Converse sneakers...just above the neck she looked like she was ready for some kind of photo shoot.
Franny looked down at the statue and over at me. She was grinning now, looking very sexy with those lips. She told me she had been letting her mind wander as she was doing the mindless work of polishing up her find, and had thought about how losing that winter 10 pounds would be great. Suddenly she told me her clothes were looser and she felt lighter. She had been rubbing the statue and so she decided to try to see if it was the cause. That was totally crazy, but she was thinking there was no other possible reason.
Franny recounted how she wanted to see something that was impossible to explain, so she imagined what I was seeing in front of me, a high fashion blonde babe, with perfect makeup. I laughed and told her to let me try it. I first held the statue and wished for a full beard, nothing. Then I rubbed it and in turn made my hair turn red, blonde, then green and back to my black hair. You had to rub it for anything to happen, that was now clear.
Then I decided to experiment. I had always liked an old-fashioned pin-up girl. I imagined Franny with platinum blonde har, tightly styled, and a red bra and lingerie set in front of our cabinet. I wanted her skin white like she had never seen the sun, a contrast with her tanned body. I told her about that and she picked up the statue and began to rub. Suddenly without a puff of smoke or anything, she was on the wood floor, as if posing for a poster shoot.
I growled, took the statue from her, dropped it on the side table, and fell to the floor next to her. I grabbed her and looked into her eyes. I asked her a few questions and it was clearly Franny, just totally hot and different. It seemed you could transform a person as well as their clothes. Of course, I had no idea from how far away you could work the statue's magic.
We began to explore Franny's new body as I found out that she, though surprised, was up for an impromptu sex session in our living room. She had always been pretty restrained, in our bed, low lights, very few positions allowed. But now Franny loved having her nipples sucked through the bra and then after I pulled it down. She was soaking wet under the old-fashioned panties and quickly came all over my hand, as I stroked her clit, while playing deep inside with her G-spot. To return the favor Franny pulled my dick out of my jeans and nearly had me coming in her mouth within a few seconds. She seldom liked oral sex at all, and definitely never on the living room floor. The change in look and clothing had somehow released her inhibitions. All the moves and reactions were Franny, but this was like fucking another woman. I realized it was like having an affair, but still being faithful.
But Franny stopped as she was working my dick over with great sloppy wet blowjob. Franny told me I needed to fuck her. I stripped and she pushed me on my back and mounted me. She used her retro spike heels for leverage as she rode my hard dick. I lasted about three minutes and was amazed I had made it that far. I came gallons it seemed, and Franny collapsed onto me. This was the best sex we had had in months, and seemed so unlike her, but she seemed to revel in her glamorous blonde persona.
After a few minutes she pulled herself off my softening dick and told me she needed to clean up. She then grabbed the stature and rubbed it but nothing. It did glow and seemed to vibrate in her hand. She jumped and let go of the statue and looked over at me. Franny told me with a shaky voice that the statue had seemed to talk to her, but inside her head, telling her that she couldn't change back to something that wasn't as true to her inner self. I laughed and grabbed the statue, telling her maybe I could do it. That did the trick and when I rubbed it in a flash Franny was back to my brunette partner, minus the ten pounds of course. I figured that change she would be fine with not reversing.
That was the beginning of our adventures. We really didn't know where the statue came from, why it had such power, and should therefore have been very cautious...but we weren't. We weren't sure if the statue had a limit in time or number of transformations, or if there was a range. We also weren't sure if the changes were going to be just physical, but with my newly-kinky partner, we were bound to find out all the limits to our new toy. Little did I know how twisted my girl was, or how much I would enjoy roles and appearances I could never have imagined. Suffice it to say I now know she has a boundless imagination, and fit the definition of polyamorous in the dictionary.
Learning and Expanding our Goals
We had now learned the first key odd quirk. If the statue sensed that the transformed person was closer to their true self, the subject could not make themselves revert to a prior state. That was going to be fun I decided. But we had not figured out if you could do more than change physical appearances, and what the range of the statue was for having an effect. But I did know that a randy, glamorous blonde was closer to Fanny's "true self". I could use that fact I decided.
To work in reverse order of our questions, I moved further and further away from Franny, trying to change her skin color, and in very obvious ways. Starting about five feet away I made her deep green, then as I moved away and into another room, blue, purple and teal. All worked up to about twenty feet we figured out, but beyond twenty feet or so, maybe at seven meters, the statue had no effect. Franny yelled back at me and I came back down the hall to still see her with her light brunette hair and a crazy teal skin. We laughed and I rubbed, and Franny was back to the tanned slender wife I knew.
The next day was an off-Friday for me, so I was scheming and planning the whole day, while Franny worked. She came home at three and told me she needed a nap after our recent adventures. She needed a nap I thought, but not because of past adventures. I wrote some notes and then started rubbing the statute in the hall outside our bedroom, while grinning. I imagined her as a blonde again but with long curly sexy hair going half way down her back, figuring she couldn't change back without my help. But I saw her as a total bimbo all about sex, nothing classy or refined in her look. I pictured her, as I rubbed, in skin-tight latex from head to toe, and perched on six inch heels. I wanted her heavily made up in bright aggressive makeup shades. I also tried something new. I imagined Franny as both insatiable and kinky, willing to try anything and needing sex almost constantly. I figured it would be a good test to see if the statue had more powers than altering appearances.
