Gift of the Unicorn

[Miki Yamuri]

Gift of the Unicorn

My name is Megan and I am 18 years old. I am a very pretty girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes. I live with my mom and dad and am very happy with my life now. It wasn’t always this way either ... I used to be a boy named Andy and my life was a living hell. I know, you say it’s impossible for this to be.

Well ... I met a Unicorn one day and this is how it happened.

As far back as I can remember, I have always wanted to be a girl. There are pictures of me in girl’s clothes when I was about 4 years old. My older cousins had dressed me up and I had been a girl for a day with them. I had kept copies of these pictures and kept them in my special box with all my secret things. My dad was furious with my cousins over this and I had to keep the pictures hidden least he tear them up and throw them away.

In the pictures, I was in a short white smock dress with puffy sleeves and little black strap on Mary Jane slippers. They had done my hair up in a way that I looked really pretty. I had sort of long straight hair then. In some of them, you could see the ruffles on my panties too ... mom thought it was so cute. Dad of course thought it was the absolute worst thing that could have happened and tore up the first copies of the pictures my cousins sent to mom. He had a cow with my cousins so bad, they never invited me back.

I have always dreamed of being this girl and not Andy. My desire was such that when I had been invited to sleep over at a friend’s house one night when I was 11, I had taken some of his sister’s clothes. She was the same size as me. When no one was looking, I had snuck into her room and taken several pairs of her cutest panties, several tops, and a cute terry cloth romper. I hid them in the bottom of my over night bag.

This began me dressing up and pretending I was a girl when ever my parents were gone or I could secretly get away with it. I was very close to my mom ... my dad was mean and very abusive at times, specially when he was drinking, so I never let dad know, although, I did tell mom selected things and she seemed to accept them. It seemed she even looked the other way and gave me the opportunity to play dress up.

I would sneak into the attic when dad was gone and mom seemed she was busy and dress in my girl clothes. I loved the way the silky panties felt. The romper was so soft and the tops fit me perfectly. When I looked in the mirror, I could see I would have been a rather pretty girl. This only made me want to dress more and to add to my collection of girl clothes so I could continue fantasizing about being the cute little girl I saw in the pictures my cousins had taken.

I was always sort of the effeminate type anyway and was always having problems at school with the bigger boys bullying me. Dad didn’t handle this well at all when I would come home all beat up.

He would call me names and tell me how I was supposed to fight back. Mom would defend me and always say it’s better to forgive and turn the other cheek.

Till I became a Junior in High School ... this is how my life was.

Caught

Just after school started my junior year, I had come home and walked in the door. I knew as soon as I walked in that something was very badly wrong. Mom was in the kitchen and had apparently been crying for a while. I could see that dad had hit her from the bruise on her cheek. I could hear him swearing and yelling in the back and there were several whisky bottles on the floor by his chair.

I walked into my bedroom and it was totally destroyed. The secret place in my closet where I had kept all my girl clothes was torn open and I could see my precious stashed clothing scattered across the room. I also could see dad’s face as he turned and looked at me. I knew I was gonna get it really badly. He looked like a demon ... his eyes bloodshot red and an awful toothy sneer.

Dad growled evilly, “So, boy, you want to wear women’s clothes do you?”

I didn’t feel the back hand until after I realized I was on the floor. Dad had broken my nose and it was bleeding badly. I could feel my eye swelling too. I could smell the booze on his breath and knew this was very, very bad for me.

He reached down and picked me from the floor by the front of my shirt tearing it. His face was in mine and I could smell his hot putrid breath.

He said coldly, “No boy of mine will ever be in women’s clothes ... you hear?”

He hit me again and I fell to the floor ... My head wasn’t working very well from the impact. Mom came in the door, she started yelling at dad in defense of me.

She shouted, “John! You can’t do this. Being mad is one thing but hitting and beating him is wrong. This is just a fetish ... he’ll grow out of it. If you don’t stop ... I’m going to call the police and leave you for good!”

Dad turned viciously on mom and shouted, “Shut up! If you had your way, you would probably dress him as a sissy!”

As dad swung wildly at mom and missed, I knew I wasn’t going to grow out of it and was afraid for my life. I stood and just barely managed to get out the bedroom door as my dad grabbed the back of my torn shirt and ripped it the rest of the way off. I ran blindly out of the house and into the woods. I could hear dad’s loud swearing and yelling and mom’s screams as I ran.

I really don’t know how long I ran or in what particular direction. I do know, I ran for a very long time. I ran until I came to a stream that emptied into a small deep pool. I sat next to an old spreading oak and cried my heart out. I know I sounded like a heart broken girl ... but that was ok, I knew in my heart I was a girl ... just trapped in a boy’s body. I didn’t know what to do or who to turn to. I knew if I went home before dad sobered up ... he would probably beat me horribly.

I could see in the pool’s reflection that my face was battered and there was blood still oozing from my broken nose. My right eye had already swollen closed and was starting to turn purple.

I reached into the cool water and started to wash the blood from my face and nude chest. The water seemed to make the pain go away and did make me feel a little better. I didn’t know what I was going to do at this point. I was afraid to go back home and also feared what dad might have done to mom.

Pinky the Unicorn

As I kneeled in to get another hand full of water ... I felt a soft warm tingly kiss on the back of my neck. Oh, it was so wonderful as chills ran down my body. My eye and nose quit hurting immediately and I could see in the reflection that they appeared to have suddenly healed.

I heard a young female voice say softly, “Every thing will be all right sweetie.”

I turned quickly, fear ran through me as I turned because I had no idea what to expect or who it might have been that had kissed me.

Standing there .. right behind me ... a real live Female Unicorn!!

She was bright white with a long flowing mane and large pink spots on her rump. The tips of her mane were pink as well. Her tail was so soft and the tips of it were pink too. She had a very long silvery sparkling horn coming right from the center of her forehead. She flipped her head as she whinnied pleasantly. I couldn’t believe what I saw. I had to have had a concussion from when dad hit me.

In my mind I heard a very pleasant little girl’s voice speaking to me. I realized ... it was the Unicorn.

She said happily, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I could have made this mistake. Please forgive me ... I mean you no harm.”

I couldn’t believe it! I slipped and fell in the pool in astonishment. The cool water felt so nice and it did make me feel lots better. I could hear the Unicorn laughing softly.

She said sweetly, “I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just your so silly I can’t help it.”

I sat up and sputtered, “You ... You’re ... you’re a Unicorn!”

She giggled again and replied, “Of course silly, what else would I be?”

I slowly climbed back onto the bank. I was incredulous. Who would ever believe what I was looking at? I knew I was hallucinating.

The Unicorn said softly, “My name is Pinky ... it’s short for Pink Cloud. I am sort of surprised. I am attracted to sweet young girls who are heart broken and come to my magic pool and cry. I come and grant them a wish to resolve the problem that has broken their heart and make them happy.”

I am astonished. I know I’m not a girl ... but then ... a Unicorn is a magical creature. They can see and know things. I know in my heart ... I really am a girl.

I stutter, “I .. I’m ... I have always wished I was a girl ... “

I can’t help myself, I begin to cry again and feel really embarrassed over this admission ... Even to a Unicorn.

She walks up to me and nuzzles me with her soft velvety nose. It feels really nice and I can feel the torment in my heart lifting. Some how, I know everything is going to be alright ... I just know.

She says softly, “So, you are a girl. Just a little confused on the outside.”

She giggles in her tinkley way and flips her head in joy. I am still in shock.

I tell her what has happened and why. I can’t seem to help myself. It’s like a dam within me had broken and all the waters of my misery roared out. She listens quietly and intently to everything I said. I cried again just like a heartbroken girl as I sobbed out my horrid tale as the misery in my heart seemed to be melting rapidly away the more I told her.

She had hung her head over my shoulder gently and shed a single tear that fell into my hand. It didn’t feel like a tear. I looked into my hand and there was a very large, well cut and polished stone that looked the world like a diamond.

She said softly at my ear, “You really are a sweet little girl ... only their tears can bring a Unicorn to shed her magic tear.”

I look at the large stone in my hand and ask, “Is this a ... a diamond?”

She nods her head and replies sweetly, “It is. It’s a magic diamond to be worn by the little girl that has caused the Unicorn to shed it. It will bring good fortune and much happiness to the little girl for whom it was shed. That little girl ... is you.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, much less the fact I was kissed and actually touched by a Unicorn.

Pinky continued, “There is a slight problem though. This has not happened at my magic pool before. You can never leave here as you are. Only a girl may come to my magic pool. Inwardly allowed you to come ... outwardly condemns you to remain ... forever.”

I jump up and shout, “No!! It was an accident!! I didn’t come here intentionally ... I stumbled on this place in my grief.”

Pinky flips her head in laughter and replies sweetly, “That doesn’t matter sweetie. What matters is that you are confused on the outside and because of that, the magic will never allow you to leave. There is something that can be done however.”

I am almost frantic when she says this. I reply quickly, “What’s that?”

Pinky turns her head and says in a sweet whimsical voice, “Besides the wish, which is already yours and won’t help get you from here, I could give you a gift to go along with it and that will set you free.”

I see a sparkle in her blue eyes as she prances just a bit. I don’t really have any other options ... except ... what if the Unicorn is a prankster? No one has actually seen a Unicorn in so long that they are thought to be myths. What if this is just a trick to get me to make some kind of wish that will turn out really badly ... would be just my luck.

I shout, “No! I won’t be tricked.”

I ran off into the woods in a straight line as fast as I could run only to return to the pool and the quietly waiting Unicorn. This time, I was on the other side of the pool from where I left. I turned 90 degrees from the pool and again ran in another straight line only to return back to the pool exactly opposite of my starting point.

Pinky said in a happy voice, “You are so silly. You can’t leave sweet heart. You will always arrive back at my pool.”

I guess I made a real jerk of myself for the next hour. I tried every way I could think of to leave the pool. No matter what I did, I would always arrive back in exactly the opposite direction I had left. Following the stream itself had the same result. I finally flopped down by the old oak and cried like a girl again. I was truly frustrated and knew I had to be psychotic from dad hitting me so hard.

Pinky said softly, “Sweetie, I mean you no harm. I have been attracted to you by a spell of love older than time. It’s the reason you are at my pool. If you wish to go home, take hold of my horn and do not let go until I tell you to. Other wise, **giggle** Welcome to my Magical Pool.”

I look at Pinky. She is perhaps one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever laid eyes on. I still can’t believe I am seeing a real live Unicorn. I do know that everything I have tried to get away from this pool has failed.

I have only 1 choice to leave. If this is a hallucination brought on by being hit, it will do no harm to allow it to continue. If it is for real ... as I am beginning to truly believe it is ... the only way out is to touch her beautifully sparkly horn. There is also a worry of ... do I really want to go home?

As beautiful as this part of the woods are and as lovely as the pool is ... I do not want to spend eternity here. I sit on a small flat rock and gently take hold of Pinky’s horn.

I squeak as the electric surge runs through me. Wave after increasingly intense wave. I am unable to let go of the horn even if I wanted to. There is no pain as the intensity of the surges increases. It is indescribable. An explosion of light seems to go off in my head as all the fears and sorrows in my heart vanish and are replaced with feelings and emotions I am totally unfamiliar with.

I feel seriously erotic sensations across my chest and in my crotch. My skin seems to crawl with a sparkling energy. I can’t think ... I feel so many sensation all at the same time I begin to loose my mind. When there is absolutely no thoughts left in me ... a seeming explosion within my head. Bright, multi-colored, intensely sensual.

A kiss on my cheek. Soft, loving, it raises goose flesh all over me.

I hear Pinky’s soft sweet voice say, “Now, sweet heart, you can leave or return any time you wish. I will always be here for you.”

The Gift

I open my eyes ... Pinky is no where to be seen. I feel so weird. I stand up .. my center of balance is wrong. I stumble a bit over my tennis shoes ... they are too big for my feet. I look down ... GASP!!

I am no longer male. I see the budding breasts on my chest. I see my delicate feet that have come out of the over large boy tennis shoes I had on. My delicate hands and fingers. My pants hang loosely on me. I reach gently and timidly into my baggy pants. It sends a rush up my spine when I touch my new private place. My male parts are gone!

I turn ... Pinky is gone from site ... I have nothing to cover my new body with except the over large pants I have on. I see draped over a small bush, a very beautiful, short, white babydoll dress with puffy sleeves, a pair of really cute lacy Mary panties, and a soft pair of slippers for my feet. Pinky had thought of every thing ... except ... I wondered about going home now. What awaits me there and how will mom and dad take that I am now a girl.

In the hand I had been clutching the diamond, there was now a very beautiful gold necklace with the diamond as the pendant. I remember Pinky had told me this was to be worn by the girl for whom it had been shed ... I was truly that girl. I placed the golden chain around my neck and the hook seemed to fasten itself. A wonderfully sensuous feeling tingled all through me as I heard a small breeze whisper through the trees. It seemed like the place had given me a kiss. I shivered with the pleasure of the sensation.

The New Me

I strip off the baggy boy clothes and slip into the pool. It feels so much more sensual now than any time I have ever been in a pool before. I am more alive than I have ever been and all my senses are more sharply aware of everything. I wash myself and really enjoy each of the sensations it creates.

After swimming for a while, I climb back out on the bank and sun myself dry in the warm afternoon sun of late August. My skin is alive with sensation. I am giddy with all the new depths of feeling. The aroma of honeysuckle and jasmine fill the air from all the vines flowering all around the pool.

I walk over to the bush with the girl clothes draped across them and pick up the panties. I had thought they might have been satin or silk. I had no idea what the fabric they were made of was. It was so soft and shimmery. As I stepped into them and pulled them up, it raised more goose flesh on me. They fit perfectly and made me feel so wonderful.

I took the dress from the bush and unzipped it. I put it over my head and my arms in the sleeves and let it slide slowly over my body. I really enjoyed every sensation it causes. I especially enjoyed the feeling it gave to my budding breasts as it caressed my new nipples ... I had never had this experience before.

I tried to zip it up ... oh no! ... The zipper wouldn’t come up no matter how hard I pulled.
I struggled with this until I hit on an idea. I took my arms from the sleeves and turned the dress around backwards. I held the dress at the bottom from the inside as I zipped it up by reaching around the bottom of the hem. It Worked!! No problems at all.

I turned the dress around frontward and slipped my arms in the sleeves. The only thing left was to tie the ribbon ... It took me a bit to figure out how ... but it tied perfectly and I knew I would never have that problem again. The dress fit perfectly.

I twirl around several times and enjoy the feeling of the air and the smells of the flowering vines. I can’t believe I am actually the girl I had always dreamed of being. I scream out loud from the sheer joy of it. I shout and listen to the echo of my very pleasant female voice return on the warm August breeze. Even the critters come to watch my joy. The birds all sing pleasantly all around me as the other critters chatter happily.

I pick up my slippers and walk over to the flat rock and sit. I realize I will have to make adjustments to how I sit on things ... >>Blushes Really Pink<< ... I know I showed lots n lots of panty when I flopped on the rock. I can feel the roughness of it on my hiney and giggle at the strangeness of the feeling through my panties.

I slip my feet into the slippers. They are very soft and fit better than any shoes I have ever owned. I stand up and walk around the pool. The shoes are most excellent. I twirl around several more times in sheer exuberance. I am extremely happy as I scream out my pleasure again and listen to the return echo of my very pleasant female voice.

I sigh ... I know I have to go home and see what has happened to mom. I begin my walk back with fear and trepidation. I am no longer a boy and I have no notion as to what this might bring or what has happened at home with mom and dad..

Home

I remember running a lot farther and for a lot longer than the walk back was. There were birds singing everywhere and the aroma of many flowers followed me. I was suddenly on the road just down from my house after what seemed a few short minutes of walking. It’s funny, but I could almost hear Pinky’s sweet joyous giggle as I stepped out onto the road and began the walk up to the door.

When I walked up on the porch, I cold smell Apple Pie coming from inside. This immediately caught my attention. Mom hadn’t baked anything in a long time. I opened the door and walked in ... if I didn’t know better, I would swear I was in the wrong house.

I didn’t recognize any of the very plush and expensive furniture. I could hear someone in the kitchen ... I began slowly waking that way.

I heard my mom’s voice call, “Is that you, Megan? Your dad’s home and he has a big present for you. I think he just went up to your room with it. Hurry upstairs and you can catch him in the act.”

>>Gasp!<< Megan?? ... but it sounded ... right. I could almost feel a kiss on the place on my cheek where Pinky had kissed me. I am stunned.

I turn and run upstairs to my bedroom door. I open the door and stop dead. I see a very plush 4 poster bed. I see a huge flat screen TV suspended from the canopy. There are poster’s on the wall of Boy’s I am not really sure who are. There are many dolls and toys neatly arranged every where.

I see a man sitting on my bed placing a huge fuzzy Teddy Bear on my pillow. I am stunned ... this is .. daddy .. but it isn’t.

I hear mom’s voice yell up from down stairs, “Tom?? How’d she like it?”

He replies, “I’m not sure yet sweet heart. She hasn’t quit staring and told me yet.”

I hear laughter from downstairs as I see a wonderful smile crease his face.

Confusion ... dad’s name was ... John?? This didn’t seem right ... Tom is my daddy’s name ... ok.

I feel a wonderful excitement fill me as I look at the Teddy Bear again. It’s the exact one I had asked for ... I shriek with joy as I run into my daddy’s loving arms and hug him with all I’m worth. He remembered. He kisses me and hugs me lovingly.

In my mind’s eye, I can actually hear Pinky say, “Oh, little girl, you still have a wish. Use it wisely.”