The Bargain - Part 6
“No, no,” laughed Mr. Black, “I’m only kidding. Your soul is the deal. I just love playing with people. Lately, it’s the only kick I get. Gosh, I’m such a scamp.”
“My soul,” replied Paul, “my , uh, immortal soul?”
“Yes indeed, my boy.”
“But my soul?”
“Oh come now. Have you ever seen your soul?”
“Well, no, I.............”
“Can’t be that big a price to pay, something so invisible, so lacking in value, so infinitesimally small.”
“My soul?”
“I mean, in all of my centuries, I have never even met one mortal who has even claimed to have seen their soul, let alone felt one.”
“But, my soul...??”
“You keep saying that. Is my meaning escaping you? Look, I’ll make it easy for you. In exchange for fulfilling your lifelong wish to be a female and in diapers in an effort to relive your life over, you give me claim on your immortal soul. Payment in full upon reaching the end of your natural life span. Now, is that clear enough for you?”
“I’ll be female? A full female like the sample?”
“Of course, my dear boy, of course. The choice will be yours.”
“Choice?”
“Well, infant female or adult female. I seem to remember we sampled both.”
“But what if..”
“What if what?”
“Well, what if I find out I don’t like it. I mean, it’s one thing to dress the part, wish the wish and all, but once it happens, I can’t go back, right?”
“Careful. You are one careful young man. Good, my boy. Tell you what I’ll do. Now I’m not supposed to, but I like you. I’ll give you another option.”
Paul was a little taken aback.
“Another option?”
“What about a trial period for, oh, let’s say, a month?”
“You mean, I can give this being a baby or adult female thing a trial? For a month? No strings attached?”
“All I’ll need is a deposit of sorts. This way, if you decide to make the change permanent, we’ll have the paperwork all drawn up and payment can be made at the time of the deal. What do you say, sport, want to gamble a little.”
Paul paced the room.
“Now wait a minute,” he said anxiously, “wait a minute. I have to be careful.”
“Ooh, I like that in an individual. Shows intelligence, character, fortitude, bravery.”
“A month? Just a month?”
“Think of it. How would you like to feel what the opposite sex feels from time to time. You could go in the lingerie sections without feeling as if they eyes upon you think you’re a pervert. You could get to try on dresses, skirts, pants suits, even swimsuits, and no one would question you. How about this? Want a makeover? A custom makeover? A professional to teach you about your skin and what it would take to make you more beautiful?”
“Wow! I never thought of that. That just might be cool.”
“Or if you wish to be an infant female, you could be cared for by a nurturing, motherly type who’ll care for your every need. She’ll feed you, bathe you, change you, play with you. Think of the possibilities - not a care in the world and someone around to care for your every need. And you could do it for a trial period with almost nothing to lose?”
“Yeah, wow, ........wait a minute.....ALMOST nothing to lose?”
“Well, I have to get something out of this deal. You know, quid pro quo?”
“What would I need to do?”
“Get me someone else’s soul in place of yours.”
“Someone else’s soul?”
“Oh, it might be an easy thing to do. Find a homeless person and offer them a chance at happiness. Then, you’re off the hook.”
Paul’s eyes got a little wider.
“But I couldn’t do that as an infant. I wouldn’t be able to communicate, could I?”
“That might be a problem. I see your point. Wow, you ARE an intelligent one. I can see you drive a hard bargain. Fine. How about being an adult female for a month. Of course, that’s provided I get another soul in return.”
“Right! Now what was that you said? Yeah! A homeless person. I mean, who’s gonna miss them?”
“That’s it, my boy, I can see we’ll get along. I love it when the greed sets in.”
“But how will I...I mean....if I get the soul, how will you know.....”
“Don’t worry. If you manage the task, I’ll know.”
Paul began to set his jaw, the wheels in his head turning, imagining all that he could do, or wanted to do, or wanted to try to do. His mind made up, he readily agreed.
“Where do I sign?” has asked excitedly.
A wave of a hand, a flash of light, a puff of smoke. A rather long and thick legal looking doc-ument appeared in Mr. Black’s hands. He strode over to Paul’s desk, cleared a few items in the way, and placed the paper on the center of the desktop.
“I’m sorry. Hollywood. I’m required to do the flashy smokey thing. Personally, I hate it - too cliché. But, it keeps them happy down there,” sighed Mr. Black as he pointed to the floor.
Paul paused - looked at Mr. Black and pointed down. Mr. Black nodded. Another wave, but no flash or smoke and a pen appeared. Mr. Black extended the pen to Paul as Paul looked over the contract.
“Reading carefully. I like that,” Mr. Black said as he patted Paul on his back.
Satisfied with the terms of the contract, Paul was about ready to sign. A sudden pause startled Mr. Black.
“What is it? Something wrong with the language of the contract? A clause or two you aren’t sure about?””
“No. I just want to be sure about something. I mean, I have heard you guys can be a little tricky and when I sign, I want to be sure I’ll be as I saw myself earlier - the brunette with the great body. I’ll be her, right?”
“My dear boy,” and with a snap of his fingers, Paul was instantly the ravishing well-endowed brunette again in the very skimpy green thong bikini.
Paul ran and examined himself in the mirror again and reveled in his new found state. He was a fully functional female, no bulge in the crotch, but a smooth, sensuous and well waxed genital area. His legs were bare and as smooth as silk. Toenails and fingernails highly polished and immaculately manicured. And his face, his face looked a little like his old self, but he could have been the good looking and well made-up twin sister. He was drop dead gorgeous!
He ran back to the desk and quickly signed the doc-ument. As soon as he signed, Mr. Black also singed Then Mr. Black produced a copy of the contract for Paul, showed it to him, Paul nodded that it looked all right, and placed the copy on his desk.
“Enjoy yourself, my dear boy, I mean, dear girl. You’ve earned it.”
Then Paul ran back to the mirror and admired his new body, twisting and turning like a runway model. He just couldn’t believe this was real - he was a female - a real, live, drop dead gorgeous, well toned, very shapely woman. And he had the kind of shape most women envy and most men desire. He twisted, twirled, jumped up and down, clapped, and enjoyed himself. He spent several minutes doing this before turning to talk again.
“I can’t thank you enough.........,” and with a sudden realization that Mr. Black had vanished. It was then Paul had noticed something was wrong, very wrong. Although he had the body of a woman, and a very darn good looking one at that, he still had his own, deep, rich male baritone voice.
“Damn you,” he yelled, “Damn you Thaddeus Black all to hell!”