My marriage is a good one. I have been happily married for many years and am the proud father of two little boys. My guess was that this was God’s way of keeping my children safe from their father’s secret fetish. Of course the wife knew all about this fetish—no secrets in our marriage. She was more accepting in the early years of our marriage but as we came more into our thirties, being parents overshadowed secret bedroom fantasies and my little girl fetish again became taboo…at least until now.
My wife, Mandy, was always the one who enjoyed garage sales. She could spend hours searching for that one special outfit or a unique piece of furniture. Sometimes she came home with things we didn’t really need at all. But on this particular day, Mandy’s frugal garage sale tactics would change everything.
Mandy had just pulled out of Target when she spotted the first sign.
GARAGE SALE
STRAIGHT AHEAD
Mandy was pleased with herself. She hadn’t spent much on this shopping expedition to Target--just some groceries and some new underwear for herself. Certainly a pit stop at a garage sale would be fun. A minute later, she found herself turning into a neighborhood. She parked the car and unloaded our boys.
“Now boys, stay close and don’t touch anything,” she instructed.
At first, the garage sale appeared to be ordinary. There were a few smaller toys that our boys quickly gravitated toward. Mandy was pleased because this gave her a chance to explore the racks of clothes, a set of dishes and serving ware, and a table full of cheap jewelry.
“Mom! He just took my toy away” my younger son tattled.
“Boys, stop it!” Mandy scolded. “I’m almost done here. If you two can behave yourselves for another five minutes, we’ll stop for ice cream after this, okay?”
“Alright mom. We’ll behave!”
Bribery conquers all!
One piece of jewelry stood out. It was rather dingy looking medallion on a chain. Although not the most elegant piece of jewelry, it was perhaps the most interesting thing at the sale. It was made of brass with a precious stone positioned on center.
“How much for this?” my wife asked the homeowner.
“Forty dollars,” the young woman replied with a smile. “It’s been in our family for years.”
This puzzled my wife. “If it’s been in your family for years, why part with it now?”
Maintaining her warm smile, the young woman replied, “My wi--, uh, er, husband and I felt that it was just time to let it go. It’s served its purpose with us. We’re going to stay like this.”
“Stay like what?” Mandy thought to herself. It was about the strangest reply Mandy had ever heard. Baffled and a bit nervous, she gathered up the medallion and her other finds, paid the young woman, and summoned our boys.
Mandy was still processing the odd reply. Sensing this, the woman moved in to plant another seed to seal the deal. “It has magical powers…”
“Okay boys, into the car…NOW!” she instructed in a concerned tone. Quickly, she opened the car door, strapped our boys into their car seats, and drove away. Off to Baskin-Robbins…
That night, my wife told me all about the strange conversation. It didn’t make much sense to me at time. Crazy ladies at garage sales were a dime a dozen, I thought to myself. (I would have been smacked if I had said this out loud.) My wife headed into the next room to retrieve the medallion.
When she returned, I was in the process of transferring laundry from the washer to the dryer. She dangled the medallion in front of my face just as I was moving a pile of her lingerie from the washer to the dryer.
With the load of wet laundry in my hands, I brushed the medallion to the side. “What a piece of junk,” I thought to myself. It certainly wasn’t worth forty dollars!
“Now, now, honey,” she teased. “It’s magic!”
“Magic…” I played along, focusing my attention on the center of the medallion. “Oh mighty medallion, I wish that my wildest fantasies were fulfilled.”
My wife’s expression suddenly became stern. “Sweetheart, some fantasies will always remain fantasies.”
I sighed, grabbing the medallion from her and setting it atop the dryer. “Ouch!” I exclaimed as the medallion seemed to produce a small electrical charge.
“What, honey? Did the almighty medallion grant you your wish”
“Yeah, sure. My wish is to be electrocuted by cheap jewelry while laundering women’s underpants. Thanks…”
“Well, you have to admit, that’s about as strange as your real fantasies.”
“You’re not funny. No secrets in this marriage. That’s why I told you my deepest, darkest fantasies, okay?”
“That’s fine honey. I love you,” Mandy soothed.
Little spats like this always ended with apologies and the proverbial I love you exchange. I could feel a tingling in my groin. I hoped the boys were asleep because one thing could lead to another in moments like this.
“I love you too” I responded as I motioned to my pants and the erection I could feel was growing down there. Mandy suddenly pulled me onto the couch, kissing me passionately—just as I had hoped. Her hand extended downward to my throbbing hard on.
“What on Earth?” Mandy exclaimed as she came up empty. “Where is it?”
“You’re funny. It’s right there,” I replied as I reached into my underwear. “Wh--, wh--, where’d it go. What’s going on?”
“Pull your underwear down, honey. Let me see.” I did what she said and dropped my drawers.
Mandy took one look at the void between my legs and fainted.
When she came to, I was still staring at the area between my legs. Instead of my friend of thirty-some years, I was looking at a soft mound of flesh that led down between my legs. Delicate folds of skin confirmed it.
“I—I—CAN’T BELIEVE IT! I’M A GIRL.”
Mandy countered, “Not quite, honey. Come over here.” She took my hand and led me to the bathroom mirror. I was relieved to see that my face and the rest of my body were still intact. But again, I gazed down to my crotch. “I’ve got a vagina,” I repeated again. “Is this possible?”
At the same time, we both realized the answer.
“The medallion.”
“It is magic,” Mandy exclaimed.
“It’s really cool,” I replied as I cupped myself between my legs. “Wow, this is nice.”
Mandy was getting hot too. “Sweetheart, would you like to get a room? Come into the bedroom. Suddenly, I seem to have an idea.”
Mandy spent the next thirty minutes showing me what oral sex was supposed to be like. I had multiple orgasms before I finally begged her to stop. It was simply amazing. I fell asleep as satisfied as I had probably ever been.
The alarm went off at 6 AM. Mandy and I worked alternate shifts so that we could raise our boys without the negative influences of daycare. Today was Mandy’s Monday and my Saturday. Alone with my two boys.
I climbed out of bed and headed for the toilet. Regardless of who’s day it was to go to work, my responsibility has always been to run the bathtub. As I stood at the toilet ready to pee, I realized that it wasn’t a dream at all. I still had a vagina. How strange was this?
I started the bathtub and proceeded to the laundry room to find the medallion. It was still on the dryer where I had left it when I got shocked the night before. When my wife left for work, I would start experimenting with it.
Mandy took the normal 30 minutes to get ready for work. She kissed me goodbye and headed out the door. Did she remember last night or did she, like me, think it was all just a dream?
First order of business was to see if I could get my own body parts back. I retraced exactly what had happened. I spoke to the medallion and then it shocked me. That’s when I started feeling all funny down there. That’s when I gained vagina. Okay, this should be easy.
I focused again and very seriously said, “Oh mighty medallion, I would like my penis back.” Nothing happened.
“Please?” I added.
Nothing.
“Daddy, we’re awake!” My boys came out of their room together almost every morning. Even thought they are three years apart, they are wired exactly the same. It’s almost scary.
I fixed them breakfast, all the while trying to figure out how I could replicate the events of the prior evening. It had been nearly 12 hours. Although I was starting to get used to having a vagina, I knew that I really needed to focus my energies on restoring my manhood—at least for now.
After an exhaustive Internet search, I finally felt that I had an understanding of what we actually had in our possession—the fabled Medallion of Zulo. I returned to the laundry room, grabbed a pair of my underwear, and brushed it against the medallion.
“OUCH!” I exclaimed and almost in the same instant, I let out a sign of relief. I began to feel the folds between my legs dissolve into a flatness and my clitoris began extending outward until it resembled my former manhood.
I was beginning to understand the secrets of this medallion. As I thought about what my wife has said the night before and the information I had found during my Google search on the Internet, I began to formulate a plan. My fantasy and deepest fetishes would soon be fulfilled and in the most perfect way ever conceived.
To Be Continued…