Thanks to FrenziedMaiden for her help and friendship
The Sea Change is based on a series of dreams I had when I was a teen-ager. Enjoy.
Chapter One - a beginning, close to an end
The doctor tried to mask his feelings with an objective look, but failed. The patient, alone in his private room, looked up from the bed as the doctor entered. The man in the bed was very well built and attractive with grey streaked black hair, but didn't look a day over 40. "I'm sorry Mr. Babcock, our tests do not reveal anything wrong with you," the doctor explained.
"But, I am still dying," the man in the bed said.
Babcock interrupted, "You don't know what is wrong, right?"
"That is correct," the doctor replied with a puzzled look.
"Perhaps you should keep looking." Babcock directed the doctor out of the room, "I'm sure my nurse can see to my needs." He looked kindly at the pretty young nurse as his doctor left. The nurse returned his look with a smile.
She was in her late 20s, of Asian ancestry; however, Mr. Babcock could not tell which country was responsible for her Far Eastern beauty. Her black hair hung over her face partially disguising her pretty face. Her voluptuous body was home to a pair of large breasts, the first attribute that caught Babcock's attention. The rest of her body was flushed out in a sexy, filling way that was not readily apparent at first, but Babcock had seen a picture of her in the nude; proof that money could buy anything.
The nurse noticed a strange twitching under the sheet in the area of Mr.Babcock's lap. Thinking something might be wrong, she got to her feet and pulled back the sheet with an apologetic glance to her patient, "Excuse me Mr. Babcock;" she started to say then lost her urge to speak. She stood there stunned as she looked first at Mr. Babcock's erect 19-inch penis, then at his knowing face.
"Sit down Miss Chang, I know why I'm dying and so will you, once you hear my story."
Chapter Two - an awakening
Bruce Babcock woke up with two less than desirable feelings. One was a hangover, the other an erection. The second was not desirable at this time because he was alone and needed the erection to go away before he could piss. And he really needed to piss!
Once he had relieved himself, he looked in the mirror. He saw a 20 something-young man with a raggedy mane of black hair on his average, unwashed head. His posture was bad, even considering the drunk he had tied on last night. He worked on the hangover. A glass of Alka-Seltzer was the first step, he promptly threw-up then felt better. A handful of aspirin would take care of his headache.
Bruce lay on his bed waiting for the headache to reach a manageable level. His thoughts wandered to last night. He remembered being at a party. Bruce had latched onto a cute looking Southern Belle and tried to get her drunk, so he could 'escort' her home. He groaned as he remembered her tolerance for alcohol. At the end of the party, she had offered to make sure HE got home safe. Bruce was too wasted to even argue and she ended up driving him home and helping him up the stairs to his apartment. He collapsed onto his bed and she hurriedly left. "Another perfect evening Bruce," he said to himself as he looked out the window to the street below.
He looked out on the same tired old street. At the same tired old storefronts. The Flower shop, the bakery, the photocopy store, the Occult shoppe, the shoe repair... What, the Occult Shoppe? That was new and it sounded interesting. His headache was no longer roaring in his ears, so he got dressed and started down to the street.
Chapter Three - a new twist
Bruce Babcock neatly dodged a panel truck as he jaywalked across Elm Street. He crossed opposite the shoe repair and sauntered down the sidewalk to the Occult Shoppe. The door was no indication of anything out of the ordinary, so he opened the door slowly and entered. He saw what he had expected, almost. The wooden shelves were full of artifacts, strange shapes, candles and even a few Oujia boards. What he did not expect was the attractive brunette perched on a short ladder facing away from him. She was behind a new looking glass counter and appeared to be dusting. She wore a red halter-top and designer jeans. Her ass wasn't perfect and she was a litter chunkier than he liked, but he could live with that. He walked closer and said, "Hello."
The brunette climbed down the ladder and turned around. She had black lipstick and fingernails, but her face looked strangely familiar. A look of recognition ran over her face and she said, "Bruce, I haven't seen you in ages." Bruce was still at a loss as to who she was, so he just smiled. "It's Brenda, remember. I was in your High School; we graduated the same year. I went on to college." Bruce faintly remembered a dumpy, sad girl who didn't quite fit in. She was certainly different now.
"What happened to you?" Bruce asked.
"Well, you know I went to college," answered Brenda, "it changed me."
"Well, that's the first time I've seen such a major change in a person by just going to a few years of college," Bruce went on, not accepting her simple explanation.
Brenda smiled a wicked sort of smile and said, "Well getting locked in a Fraternity house and made a sex-slave for the weekend, might have had something to do with it." She laughed at Bruce's look of disbelief. "Now don't be shocked, it was the best thing that ever happened to me, I used to be such a prude," Brenda justified her admission to him. "And so, you see the real me," Brenda said as she pirouetted in front of him.
"OK, we'll have to talk more about this later, but where did this shop come from and why are you here?"
Brenda replied, "Well, an old man opened this store and advertised for summer help at the college. As you may know, I'm an archeology student, so I fit right in. He was apparently an explorer and collected many strange things. He has retired here and opened this shop. No mystery, Bruce."
Somewhere within the store, a clock chimed 4 times. Brenda looked at her watch and swore under her breath. She quickly folded up the ladder, grabbed the duster and disappeared through a bead curtain into the back of the store. Bruce waited, thinking about the quick explanation Brenda had given. Brenda reappeared a moment later and explained, "My boss is due to take over the store at 4:00, I don't want him to think that I'm a slacker."
The front door opened and a wizened, old man walked into the store. Actually, his step was so light, that you could say he floated into the store, noticed Bruce. "Bruce this is Mr. Ingersole, my boss, Mr. Ingersole this is my friend, Bruce," Brenda said introducing the two.
"Are you ready to go Brenda?" her boss asked.
"It's all yours," she replied. Mr. Ingersole then shooed them out of the shop saying, "It's too nice of a Saturday afternoon to be here. You two go enjoy yourselves."
On the sidewalk outside the store, Brenda abruptly asked Bruce, "Wanna go to my apartment, my roomie doesn't get home for a few hours. We can get naked and have some fun." Bruce's mouth dropped open for a second. Brenda had changed, and Bruce liked it.
Chapter Four - a trip
Brenda led Bruce down several streets to an old brick apartment building. "These are not the best apartments, but the price is right and I'm only here for the summer," Brenda explained as they climbed on an old wooden porch that led to her back door. Once inside Bruce could see that it was old, but was kept rather tidy. Brenda stopped in the hallway and looked sideways at Bruce. "I know you were always a little wild in High School, but how is your appetite for sex?" she asked. "Are you a meat and potatoes man, or do your tastes run to the exotic?"
Bruce was actually not that experienced in exotic type sex, but he answered, "Oh, I like all types of sex, regular and exotic." He did not want Brenda to think he was an uneducated small town boy.
"Good," she said, her face perking up at the thought. "I'm into B&D lately, I think it's a phase," Brenda reasoned as they entered her bedroom. Bruce could immediately see what she meant by that, all four posts on her bed were festooned with soft, leather restraints and her footboard had been removed for easy access. "Ok Bruce, I want you to secure me to the bed face down and take me from behind. Are you up to that?" she teased with a coy smile.
"Climb on babe, I'm your man," asserted Bruce.
"First, some mood music. I like screwing to AC/DC. Linda, my roommate prefers Pink Floyd, go figure," she pondered. The hard rock beat of AC/DC began to pump through the apartment. Bruce just wanted to start fucking, so he tossed her onto the bed.
He had just fastened her right foot to the bed when she started to roll over and said, "Ow, I wondered where that went." She pulled a long, grey dick shape from under the covers. Bruce just stared unbelieving at it, his mind racing.
"You don't..." he started.
Brenda threw him a dirty look, "No, it's an artifact, not a toy. Here," she said as she tossed it to him. Bruce awkwardly caught the relic as Brenda tied her left hand to the bed. "You'll have to get the other two Bruce, I'm not a contortionist, you know," she kidded him. Bruce wouldn't have been surprised to find out that Brenda WAS a contortionist. Bruce finished tying her to the bed, then looked at the relic again.
.... There is more of this story ...