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Hi.
An outdoor trip changed into an archeological one with interesting
artifacts.
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The Aztec Earrings
by K. Moore
1. Chapter - Arrival on the Island
I have always seen movies and read books about people who led "double
lives," like spies, serial killers and so forth, but never in my wildest
dreams did I expect that I might one day experience their world in a fashion
so incredible that only a person with a super imagination could believe!
It all started about a year ago when I went on a camping trip with my best
buddy, Ron. Ron and I had always enjoyed outdoor spots that very few people
knew about. We had gone to various wilderness areas in the Southern United
States, never ceasing to marvel at the just how far away from humanity we
could get. Caves, canyons, mountain crags...you name it, we went there!
This time, we had planned an excursion to an island off the coast of Florida
that had been designated a National Wilderness Area. It was so deserted and
inaccessible that we actually had to charter a boat to drop us off on it,
directing the captain to pick us up after a five day stay.
We talked with our boat captain on the way out, and he informed us of the
myths and legends associated with the island. He told us of a mystical
tribe of Indians said to have once inhabited the place. Supposedly, they
were the remnants of the Aztec tribe conquered by Cortes way back in the
early 1500s. When the conquistador had arrived in their Mexican city, the
Aztecs were known for their peace-loving artistic way of life. They
worshipped a female sun god, and for them, life and all its pleasures were
gifts to be cherished and revelled in. Once Cortes had massacred their
leader and their people, most of the Aztecs that were left were forced into
a life of slavery and slow assimilation into the culture of their Spanish
conquerors. Only a few remote pockets of Aztecs refused to bend to the
harsh ways of their uninvited guests. One of these rebellious bands
supposed fled to the north into what was to become the U.S., taking with
them their mystical charms designed to reinforce their religious and social
beliefs. This band, said our captain, eventually found peace on the island
that was to be our destination. There they lived happily for about a
hundred years, growing more and more dedicated to their faith in the
feminine sun god and the wonders of fertility and joys of the flesh that she
had bestowed on them. They believed, said the captain, that all earthly
things were originally female in nature, and thus there was no greater honor
than to be a woman in their tribe. Various stories had been told by sailors
of the time of the incredible, almost mystical beauty of the female
inhabitants of the island. People who had supposedly been shipwrecked on
the reefs surrounding the island had been taken in, nursed back to health
and shown only love and compassion by these perfect specimens of femininity.
It was said that many sailors, upon being made aware of these incredible
people, decided to forego their lives on the land and live out their days in
this tropical Garden of Eden. In fact, said the captain, there were so few
sailors who chose to return to the mainland, that their stories were largely
looked upon as fabrications, especially when they pointed out the fact that
the only males on the island were outnumbered by the women by at least two
to one, and that of those few males that were there, all were no older than
their teens!
As we neared the island, the captain finished his story by saying that a
great hurricane struck in the mid 1600s, completely submerging the island
and all its inhabitants. The storm was so strong, he said, that the island
resurfaced only after fifty years, leaving no remnants of its former
civilization. Since that time, archaeologists had found only a few pottery
shards and broken building materials...nothing that could ever prove or
disprove the many stories told about the last tribe of the Aztecs! Now, the
captain told us, only a smattering of vacationers and hearty campers like
ourselves went out to the island, bringing back stories only of beautiful
and secluded sand, sun and sea!
After hearing these stories of our island, Ron and I were only more excited
about spending some time there. Since there was no dock, the captain let us
and our gear off in a little rubber raft about 100 yards from shore, saluted
us, and told us he would be back in 5 days. As we paddled for the beach,
listening to the rapidly diminishing growl of our boat's motors, we were
both grinning with the thought of the adventure that awaited us!
2. Chapter - The Dream!
We made camp not far from where we beached our rubber raft and walked around
surveying our beautiful island. No one could have wished for a more
incredible place! The beach was filled with sand as fine as sugar granules,
and the ocean itself was as blue as the sky on a cloudless day in paradise!
The island was only 3 miles across at its widest point, and in between the
shores was a pine and rock forest filled with dense vegetation and beautiful
tropical flowers. We were in heaven! That night, we ate a typical camp
meal, then drank and talked under the starry sky feeling the soft, cool
breezes and hearing the tranquil sound of the waves lapping against the
beach. I crawled into my sleeping bag early and fell asleep with a smile on
my face, dreaming of the beautiful Aztec women of the captain's tales.
One of my dreams was especially vivid. I remembered walking through the
forest being led by the hand of a dazzling dark haired beauty clad only in
an animal skin bikini. She was laughing at me and hurrying me along,
turning fully around every now and then to show me her beautiful flashing
white teeth and sexy flowing hair. Her supple, silken body with all its
incredible curves and long tanned legs only added to my encouragement to
keep up with her. After a short time, we came to a clearing in the forest
bounded by a large outcropping of rocks that towered above me. As graceful
as a deer, she leapt up onto a ledge a few feet above the ground and
beckoned to me to join her. I jumped up with considerably less grace and
took her small hand when she offered it to me. With her help, I pulled
myself up onto the ledge and into her grasp. With a tinkling giggle, she
nestled her body into mine and wrapped me up in her arms. I felt her warm,
soft lips against mine as her firm breasts pressed against my chest. My
hands traced the pliant curves of her back and waist as we kissed, her hands
roaming over my chest and shoulders. She broke the kiss and stepped back
from me, placing my hands on her breasts. With a wonderful passionate sigh,
she tossed her head back as my hands began to squeeze and play with her
nipples. I bent toward her and felt her hands on the back of my head
pressing my mouth into her cleavage. She murmured girlish sounds of
approval as I suckled her breasts, her hands running through my hair and
over the sensitive skin of my neck. After a moment of this, she took my
face in her hands, kissed me once lightly, and then motioned for me to look
around at our surroundings. I took in the rocky vista that was in front of
me, noting the little cave that was just off to my left. Then she wrapped
me up again and I felt her hands travel down toward to my crotch as we
kissed again. My cock had grown extremely hard already, but when I felt her
hands go inside my shorts, it seemed as if it would explode! With her mouth
against mine and both her hands squeezing my manhood, I heard her utter the
only words that I would ever hear her say. In a soft whisper between kisses
she sighed, "Remember, my love, and join us!" Her manipulations had brought
me to near climax, but just as I was reaching the point of no return, she
suddenly began to shimmer and grow transparent. The next thing I knew, I
was inside my sleeping bag with a throbbing erection! As I came out of my
dream, I could swear that I could still feel the warmth of her body next to
mine and hear her delicious passionate laughter. I lay back in my bag
watching the sun rise and luxuriating in the souvenirs of my dream.
3. Chapter - Discovery!
As we prepared our breakfast, I asked Ron if he had had any strange dreams
the previous evening. He replied that he had been so tired and happy that
it would have been too much work to have dreams! Not being a believer in
the "reality" of dreams, I shook mine off and put it down to having an
active imagination. The plan of the day was to explore our paradise from
stem to stern. We decided to start on the north side of the island beach
and hike all the way around it if we could. The day was as pleasant as
could be...warm but not hot, and with a steady sea breeze that cooled us off
constantly. It was during one of our many breaks that something strange
occurred. I was half-dozing in the sun with my eyes closed, letting my mind
wander, when I could swear that I heard a soft feminine voice murmur in my
ear. I couldn't be sure, but I thought it had said something like, "We're
here," and "Find us!" I immediately opened my eyes and sat up, but all I saw
was Ron sipping a drink and the beautiful horizon of sea and sand. He
looked at me curiously and raised his eyebrows questioningly. Not wanting
to appear a total fool, I told him that a mosquito had bitten me and let it
go at that. He nodded and said that we should probably get started again.
As I strapped on my pack with the woman's voice still reverberating in my
head, I looked inland at the forest. Something about it looked familiar.
As if by pure instinct, I motioned to Ron and suggested that we explore the
inland for a while. He agreed, and we veered away from the beach into the
forest. Though the undergrowth was thick, we both expressed surprise that
it was not nearly as inaccessible as on the other side of the island. In
fact, it was almost as if there had once been a path along the route we were
taking!
As the trees began to hide the sun, the forest took on a mysterious look.
Ghostly shadows hung from everywhere, and the absolute silence made us feel
as if we were in an arboreal cathedral. Again, I was struck by the
familiarity of it all...I was certain I had been here before, when of
course, I could not have been. As we walked along experiencing the wonder
of this hauntingly beautiful place, it suddenly dawned on me that this was
place I had visited in my dream! It was enough to make me think again about
my disbelief in the "psychic" nature of dreams. I had had deja vu before,
but never anything like this. I took over the lead from Ron and felt as if
my feet had taken on a life of their own and were guiding me to a specific
place. Sure enough, after only a few minutes, we came to the clearing in
the forest that I so vividly remembered from my dream. There was the rock
garden that I had kissed my fantasy woman on, and there was the ledge that
she had so nimbly jumped atop. Ron sat down, his eyes moving back and forth
over the fantastic scenery. "Wow! Look at this place!" he said, "I could
sit here forever and look at this!" "You do that," I said, "I'm gonna take a
look up here." I climbed up onto the ledge, knowing what I would find.
There it was; the view, the rocks, the cave...everything from my dream. I
knew what I had to do. I took out my flashlight and brushed away the
cobwebs from the entrance of the cave. The opening was a tight squeeze, but
I managed it, and with a little effort, I found myself able to stand upright
in a small room. I shone my flashlight against the wall and saw with
delight the faded cave paintings there. They were expertly drawn, but the
ages and their time underwater had reduced them to bare outlines. I looked
closely at one of the murals and could make out a group of wonderfully drawn
beautiful women dressed in colorful costumes. Another showed two naked
women embracing each other passionately. I was just about to shout for Ron
when my beam played upon small half-buried metal box in the corner of the
cave room. Excitedly, I ran over to it and dug it out of the sand. The top
of it was worn to perfect smoothness and badly tarnished, but I realized
that it must have been made of silver. The clasp was rusted, but with a
bang of my flashlight, it came off. I opened it up and gently dumped out
the sand that had gathered inside of it. As the sand fell to the ground, my
beam hit upon something that glinted merrily in the light. There, lit by my
flashlight was a pair of beautiful gold earrings. They were small, but the
delicate metal sculpting was astonishing! On each one, there was a carving
of the head of a beautiful Indian woman in a sort of helmet-like headdress.
Her face was exquisite with huge alluring cat-like eyes and high elegant
cheekbones. So detailed was the metalwork that the earrings looked almost
like a portrait painting. I stared, nearly hypnotized by their beauty, when
the sound of Ron coming into the entrance of the cave started me back to
reality. "You down there?!" he shouted, and I responded, "Yeah! Come
look!" Before I realized what I was doing, I had closed the box with the
earrings inside and slipped it inside a hidden pocket in my pack. I felt a
little selfish hiding my discovery from my good friend, but something told
me that it was the right thing to do. As his light came into view, I
gleefully shouted to him, "Look at these paintings! They must be hundreds
of years old!" He gave a low whistle as his light ran over the murals.
"Guess those stories the captain told us were at least partly true!" he
said. We looked at the cave walls for a while longer and even dug around in
the sand floor, hunting for artifacts, but found no more. As we exited the
entrance, we talked excitedly about the importance of our find. "The
archaeologists are going to eat this up!" Ron said as we made our way down
from the ledge. Suddenly, we felt a strong gust of wind and heard a rumble
of rock. We looked up just in time to see a large stone teeter and fall
from the top of the bluff! We scrambled to get out of the way as it tumbled
violently down the face of the cliff and came to rest right in front of the
cave entrance, sealing it off completely! "Or not," I said forlornly as
small pebbles bounced around us. "Now, why did that happen?" Ron
said...."That boulder must have been barely hanging up there!" We climbed
back on to the ledge to inspect the damage and realized that only a few
sticks of dynamite would allow anyone to enter the cave again. "Oh well," I
said, "we can still tell people about it."
4. Chapter Magic!
We talked about how lucky we were on the way back to our camp, still
marvelling at how we, of all people, managed to find something that
professionals had missed for all these years. I thought about the dream
that had pointed the way for me, and why I had unsharingly taken the
earrings and jewelry box for myself. I could gather no plausible
conclusions, and decided to leave it alone until I could get a better look
at my finds. We trudged tiredly into camp at just about sunset, and it was
all we could do to prepare dinner and collapse into our tents. I waited
until I heard Ron begin to quietly snore before I got the box out of my bag.
In the light of my flashlight, the earrings were just as beautiful as I
remembered. The woman in the gold looked back at me with her enormous eyes
just as before, but I could swear that this time she had a smile that had
not been there before! Probably just my imagination again I told myself. I
turned one earring over and examined the back. There was a small peg on one
side, and opposite it was a tiny bar with ridges on it. The workmanship on
this artifact was amazing and I could tell by pushing the bar and peg
together that the mechanism was still working even after all these years.
Just to prove it to myself, I undid the clips and reached up to put the
earring on my earlobe. With a little snick, the bar and peg came together
with my lobe between them, fastening the earring securely to my ear. I
removed my hand tentatively to test how secure the earring was attached. It
didn't move, even when I shook my head a little. It was kind of fun feeling
the weight of it on my ear, and, for some reason, I was also feeling a
little pleasant warmth emanating from around my ear. I decided to test the
other one, and it was then that my life changed forever!
The other earring fit just as snugly as its counterpart, but as soon as both
earrings were securely attached, I felt the peculiar warmth grow much more
intense. Suddenly, it was as if my body had been taken hold of by dozens of
strong hands. I couldn't move an inch! The warmth around my ears began to
spread to other parts of my body and I could feel myself being twisted and
wrenched from the inside out. The feeling wasn't exactly painful, but I was
terrified! What was happening to me? I tried to cry out for Ron, but found
that my voice, like the rest of me, was paralyzed as well! The warmth
turned into an electricity that tingled throughout my every limb. I felt my
body spasm, forcing my head forward so that I now looked down from my
sitting position. With uncontrollable shakes and twitches, I saw what I
could not believe. My formerly broad and hairy chest had shrunken and
become entirely devoid of hair...My legs, equally hairy and masculine had
taken on a feminine smoothness and become girlishly shapely. My body shook
again, and I saw out of the corners of my frozen eyes that there was now
long black hair surrounding my face and growing longer by the second. My
chest, even smaller than when I had last looked at it was suddenly swelling
around my nipples. I watched with horror as my nipples expanded to twice,
then three times their normal size, their color changing from my normal
dusky brown to a bright pink. The area around them was metamorphisizing
even faster than they were, swelling quickly until they had become an
astonishingly ample woman's bosom! I felt my head thrown back as my body
was wracked again with another spasm. My eyes rolled back in my head, and
though I was blind to the changes that were taking place, I could feel each
and every one of them. My flesh seemed to crawl, taking on a new texture
and rearranging itself in different proportions. I felt a thousand tingles
around my face as my cheeks quivered and puckered as they changed while my
lips underwent a swelling sensation that made them feel heavier and larger.
Even my nose was not immune to the transformation as I felt it shrink and
become smaller. I thrashed once again with an even more powerful spasm,
feeling my very bones shifting within me. At the same time, I could feel
the area around my waist tighten and shrink while my hips broadened and
became rounder. By this time, I could feel myself regaining some body
control though the electric tingles were still swirling all over me. I
could hear my breath gasping through my mouth, but I subconsciously noted
that the gasps I was hearing were nothing like I was used to...They seemed
breathier...Perhaps even daintier? Suddenly, the last of the tingles
concentrated their force around my crotch. I felt an almost unbearable heat
between my legs that just as suddenly began to abate into a pleasant warm
sensation. As the tingles finally subsided, I found myself almost able to
move freely. Exhausted, I fell back onto my sleeping bag, unexpectedly
finding that I now had a cushion of ebony hair that I hadn't had before.
Still gasping for breath, I brought my hands up to my face to wipe the
perspiration from my forehead. Even by the dim light of the flashlight that
had been tossed about during my spasms, I knew that the hands that were
caressing my face were not my own. They were small and delicate with tiny
wrists and long feminine fingernails. In fact, not only were my hands not
my own, but my face was just as unfamiliar! Instead of finding the coarse
black beard that I had worn for 15 years, my new hands played over soft cool
hairless skin! I traced the outline of my nose, finding it to be just as
small as I had imagined during my transformation. My tiny fingers pinched
thick sensitive lips and a ran lines over a mouth that was much wider than
my own had been. As my heavy breathing slowly came back to normal, I was
aware of the extra weight on my chest heaving up and down with my gasps.
With an effort, I propped my head up with my elbow, blowing away stray
strands of black hair that swirled about my face. I looked down at my chest
and saw that what I had hoped was a dream was, in fact, real!!! There,
before my eyes, were two proud and firm breasts perched atop a flat stomach
and narrow chest. My large nipples were perfect pink roses standing at
attention. With my left hand, I moved to touch these strange things
adorning my body. As I grasped one of them, I was amazed both at the sweet
softness of it as well as its extreme sensitivity. I clutched at my new
breasts in amazement as one pinches oneself to wake up. I didn't wake up!
In fact, my ministrations had had an effect on me that I didn't expect...I
found myself growing aroused, but in a fashion far different from my usual
masculine self. I could feel a pleasant warmth between my legs as I kneaded
first one breast, then the other. I was just about fully recovered now, so
I sat completely up with both hands still cupping my breasts. It was
stunning how easily and lithely my body now bent upward with almost no
effort! I eased one hand into my shorts, almost resigned to what I would
find. Sure enough, as my dainty fingers explored where only moments before
a decent sized cock had been, I felt a small fringe of trimmed pubic hair
surrounding a throbbing moist slit. Heat radiated from it, and when I felt
a finger slip inside of myself, I heard a voice that was not mine utter a
high pitched moan of pleasure. I could have easily gotten lost in the
wonderful sensations of exploring my new body, but, logical man that I am, I
snapped back to reality and put aside my explorations for later.
I reached for the flashlight, momentarily distracted by the movement of my
new breasts as I leaned toward it. With my light in hand, I opened my
little shaving kit and got out the tiny mirror I carried with me. I took a
deep breath, trying to compose myself before I looked in it. Even though I
thought I was ready for what I would find, nothing could have prepared me
for the sight of an exquisite young woman's face staring back at me from the
mirror. She had a beauty so rare that one would consider oneself lucky to
behold such a sight of feminine perfection once in a lifetime! Behind dark
curly lashes, enormous flashing brown eyes glittered seductively. An
upturned button nose paved the way to a generous wide mouth with lips that
practically begged to be kissed. Ornately fragile high cheekbones framed
this goddess' smooth unblemished face, and swirling luxuriously about it
were locks of jet black shoulder length hair that could be tossed coyly or
trailed teasingly across a lover's chest. How could this vision be me, I
thought to myself as I watched the girl's luminescent eyes grow even wider
with curiosity. I threw aside the mirror and stood up carefully inside my
tent and pulled off my shorts. I shone the flashlight beam over my now
naked body and saw that the goddess in the mirror had curves that matched
the beauty of her face. Tanned and lean, she had narrow shoulders,
perfectly shaped breasts and a tapered wasp waist that flared out into
womanly round hips. Her legs, brown, smooth and shapely, would never need
pantyhose or stockings. From the tips of her elegant fingernails to her
tiny sculpted feminine feet, this woman was beauty in the extreme!...And she
was me! A six foot, 200 pound bearded male with a receding hairline!
5. Chapter - Beauty and the Beast
I sat back down, pulled my knees up to my chest with ease, and began to
think. I was sure that my dream and my discovery of the cave had something
to do with my transformation, but what did it all mean? Did the cult of the
Aztec tribe still have an influence over visitors to their long drowned
island? Was this the "gift" of their female sun god? While I would admit
to having wondered what it would be like to be a woman from time to time, to
be forcibly transformed into one for the rest of my life was not what I
considered a "gift." I shook my head in confusion and frustration, and was
suddenly conscious of the weight that still adorned my ears. I reached up
through my mane of ebony hair and found that, yes, I was still wearing the
earrings. They had not fallen off during my metamorphosis as I had
expected! I ran my hands over the sensuous curves of my body one more time,
said a little prayer to any god that was listening, and undid the clasps of
the earrings. The effect was instantaneous! With far less intensity than
before, I felt my body begin to rearrange itself again. All the sensations
I had felt minutes before occurred again, but this time in reverse order. I
watched as my beautiful breasts shrank, my big nipples fading back to their
original color and size as my chest expanded and grew hair anew. Where
nothing had been moments before, I felt my cock restoring itself, the
testicles themselves finally emerging from somewhere within my body. In
moments it was over. I reached up to my face with now familiar hands and
found my normal rough skin and coarse beard. I immediately reached for my
mirror for confirmation and was rewarded by the sight of the face that I had
worn for 34 years of life. I cautiously inspected my body and found that
everything had returned to normal. I clasped my hands in relief, raised my
eyes skyward, and said, "Thank you!" to whoever was responsible for my
restoration!
Now that I knew what had caused my transformation from a fairly strapping
man to a heartstoppingly beautiful woman, I was faced with the decision of
what to do with my new found knowledge. Would I try it again? I knew that
I would...Already I was regretting my decision to stop the sexual
exploration I had done while in my female body prematurely. Having
experienced a very small section of the world in womanly form, I knew that I
wanted more. How much more, I wasn't sure, but I figured that a little
experimentation would take care of that. For some reason, I was aware that
while I was a little shaken by my experience, the fear that I would have
expected from trying it again was nowhere to be found. I was suddenly
confident that the Indian woman who had appeared in my dream wanted me to
have the earrings and use them any way I desired. I remembered that the
captain had said that the tribe was dedicated to goodness and compassion as
well as life's pleasures, and that they revered women as the embodiment of
these virtues. Now, while I am no living saint, there are few people on
this earth that would describe me as a bad person. Whether because of
proper upbringing, or just a moral sense of right and wrong, I have always
strived to be as good and compassionate a human being as possible. Though I
am sure that I have had failures, I am equally sure that my successes far
outweigh the deficiencies. Perhaps the ghosts of the lost Aztec tribe had
been waiting for someone like me to bestow their gift on. I hoped I was
correct in assuming that I had been chosen specifically for this gift,
because I planned to use it...starting now!
I put my shorts back on and slipped the earrings and my flashlight into my
pocket. I checked to see that Ron was still quietly snoring, and then, as
silently as I could, I unzipped my tent and walked out into the still and
warm night. Since I didn't want to use my light for fear of waking my
camping buddy, I managed to find my way out of the campsite with only the
illumination of the stars to show me the way. Once I was a couple of
hundred yards away, I turned on my light and followed the path to the beach.
I walked down it a ways until I was sure that I was a safe distance away
from Ron and possibly unexplainable confrontations. With adrenaline pumping
through my body, I sat down on a driftwood log and buried the flashlight in
the sand so that it shone its beam upward. I took the earrings carefully
from my shorts pocket and put the left one on. Again, I felt the warm
sensation that I had experienced before almost immediately. With my heart
beating rapidly, and my fingers shaking, I clumsily attached the other one
to my ear. In an instant, I began to change! With a cry, I felt my body
jolted by the electricity of transformation. Though the spasms and jerks
were much less than before, the feel of my body going through so many
changes was more than enough to make me nearly pass out. In seconds, it was
over and I lay on the sand gasping, once more a beautiful woman. I looked
down to make sure that everything was as it had been before, and the sight
of my perfect breasts gently moving up and down in rhythm with my breathing
was all the confirmation I needed. Still prone in the sand, I reached my
tiny hands to them and cupped them gently. The now familiar wave of womanly
sexuality washed over me immediately. I felt myself smiling with happiness
and said aloud, "This is fantastic!" marvelling at my dreamy soprano voice.
With a girlish giggle, I jumped up, feeling a vitality and litheness that I
couldn't ever remember feeling before. The cool breeze tossed my hair this
way and that, and the tingly sensation of the sand blowing against my bare
sensitive legs made me realize just how different it feels to be a girl. I
jumped up and down just to feel the bounce of my new breasts, stopping
momentarily to tease my nipples into tiny volcanic erections. My shorts,
which had fit snugly only moments before, now fell down around my ankles
with my new shape. I stepped out of them, pointed a delicate toe, and
kicked them away from me. My hands again ran down the many slopes of my new
body, feeling the delightful outward curve of my hips from my waist and the
full roundness of my heart shaped bottom. I ran up and down the beach,
laughing the whole time! Here I was, a gloriously naked beautiful woman
full of life and energy, revelling in the wonder of her own body. I realize
that this is the way the Aztecs must have felt, and I hoped that they
approved of my joy. "Thank you, Aztec Goddess of the Sun," I said in my new
voice as I whirled about tossing my hair in a wild exuberant dance. I heard
the waves crashing against the shore and I felt as if they had a rhythm that
only I could hear. I stopped my dance and faced the ocean, my hands gently
cupping my breasts and my legs slightly apart. I closed my eyes and
listened to their song, one leg tapping out the beat of their melody. My
body seemed to become more and more attuned to the pounding crash, and I
found myself kneading my breasts in time with the surf. I felt a stirring
between my legs as my private concert continued, and soon the fingers of my
right hand found their way to my vagina, drawing ever narrowing circles
around it in rhythm with the music of the ocean. I heard myself singing
along with the waves, uttering feminine sighs and passionate moans as I
pinched my bloated nipples and plunged my fingers in and out of myself in
perfect harmony with the sea. The rise and fall of the waves seemed to
enter into me as my concentration got more intense. Crescendo and ebb,
crescendo and ebb, until finally, I felt my new body sensations rise to the
height of a tidal wave and then crash down upon me in a billion waves of
total release. My head was thrown back as I bolted with my first female
orgasm, and through it all, I could feel my hair sensuously tickling the
soft skin of my back. It was like nothing I had ever felt before...Was I an
animal in heat, or was I woman in love with being a woman? The surge of the
waves inside me and the warmth radiating from my vagina made me want to
experience this pleasure again and again and again. As the orgasm subsided,
the joy of my newfound femininity only swelled. How could I have not known
that this is what a woman feels? How could they have kept it from us for
all this time? And more importantly, how did it feel to have an orgasm when
you were not alone? Brushing the sand from my shapely smooth legs, I began
to think about what it would be like to make love like this with a man!
Never before had I had such thoughts, but then again, never before had I
looked and felt like this!
6. Chapter - Future Plans!
As I sat on the beach with my pretty head still swimming from the intensity
of my orgasm, I considered the future. I very much enjoyed being a man and
had never regretted my sex once, but now, looking at the world from the eyes
of a beautiful woman and feeling her physical and mental sensations, I began
to realize that there were definite virtues in being able to switch from
male to female. As I looked at my perfect breasts and flat stomach by the
dim light of the stars, I still felt a little guilty about not sharing my
treasure with Ron, my good friend. Still, he was far more "macho" than I
was, and even though we could surely make some kind of monetary profit from
my find, I wanted the earrings for my personal use. I didn't think he'd be
as enchanted as I was about being able to assume the guise of a gorgeous
girl! I thought about Ron some more and realized that along with my new
shape, I detected a definite change in my sexuality. Yes, I still had all
the memories and thoughts of my male self, but there was something about
owning a perfect pair of breasts, shapely thighs and legs, and a moist, warm
vagina that had changed the way I thought about my old friend! I suddenly
imagined myself in bed with him, trailing my long, black hair over his
muscular chest, feeling his cock growing in my dainty hands, and finally
succumbing to his physical power over me, parting my legs to let him have
his way with me!
I almost ran back to camp and attacked him in his sleeping bag, but decided
that that would be a mistake. Even though I was now the opposite sex from
him, he would never accept the fact that he was making love to his formerly
masculine bearded pal. I'd have to wait until our camping trip was over to
be with him the way this body wanted to be with him, or any other man for
that matter. With a sigh, I realized that the sun was just about to peek
over the ocean horizon and I knew that I had to get back. One last time, I
let my slender hands and fingers run through my soft hair and linger over my
curvy body. I let my musical voice utter a final pleasurable moan as I
massaged my firm breasts, then took off my earrings. Once again, the
transformation process began and ended almost immediately, and I found
myself gasping for breath in my male body only moments later. I rubbed my
now masculine hands over my hairy muscular body and thought wistfully about
how much nicer it was to feel smooth supple skin and curves under the probe
of my fingers. I heaved myself up, found my shorts, slipped the earrings in
my pocket and used the flashlight to make my way back to camp. I managed to
slip into my tent and sleeping bag without waking Ron and slept soundly for
about three hours before the smell of bacon and coffee awakened me.
For the rest of our trip, I kept my secret secure. By day, we explored,
hiked and swam in our island paradise, acting just like the young men that
we were. But by night, I would creep away from the camp, don my earrings
and become the nimble feminine creature of my fantasies. I found that the
woman I became was increasingly insatiable sexually! When I wore my
earrings, that was nothing that I didn't fantasize about. I played with
myself while little movies showed inside my mind of naked men, naked women,
orgies and gang bangs. I imagined myself being raped by huge, hulking
masculine monsters, and enjoyed every minute of it. I imagined beautiful
women doing slow strip teases in front of me, then pressing their soft
bodies into mine as our nipples caressed each other. Once, I even imagined
that my flashlight was an enormous cock, and slid it in and out of my sweet
mouth while my small fingers brought me to climax between my lovely legs.
Needless to say, I enjoyed my time on the island, both day and night, but
when the boat came to pick us up, I was ready to leave...Partly because I
was anxious to get back to civilization, hot showers and electricity, but
also because I was looking forward to introducing my female self to the
world at large!
7. Chapter - Return to Civilization
With my earrings and jewelry box securely packed away in my travel bag, Ron
and I began our trip home. We excitedly told the captain about our cave
find, and he seemed very interested. He took out a detailed map of the
island, and we did our best to mark the approximate location of the cave and
the paintings. Even though the captain assured us that he would get a team
of archaeologists to work on the blocked entrance, something told me that
the secret of the Aztecs would remain hidden from all but me!
Once we had arrived back on the mainland, we still had a two day trip in
Ron's truck before we got back home. Tired and dirty, we drove for only a
couple of hours the first day before the lure of a hot shower and
comfortable bed overcame us. Ron wanted to save some money by sharing a
room, but I had a hidden agenda that he didn't know about. I persuaded him
to go with two rooms this time since the rates were cheap. Finally, alone
in my motel room with a full length mirror, I immediately decided to see
just how beautiful I was in my womanly form. Quivering with excitement, I
stripped off my clothes, got out my earrings and stood in front of the
mirror. I saw with disgust the dishevelled, unkempt man reflected in the
glass. My hair was filthy, my face dirty and stubbled. I realized that
even the magic of the earrings could not wipe out the dirt and grit of my
present masculine state, so I decided to take a long shower instead. I
thought how exciting it would be to transform in the shower after I was
clean, and brought the earrings into the bathroom with me.
As the hot water began to steam up the bathroom mirror, I walked back out
into the bedroom and looked myself over one last time. I wanted to remember
every detail of my dirty male body, then compare it to the unearthly beauty
that I would return as. I memorized how I looked, then returned to the
warmth of the shower. I was revolted to see the clear water wash over my
body and then change to a muddy brown when it hit the shower floor. I
scrubbed and cleaned every bit of dirt and sand from my body, then shaved my
face and washed my hair thoroughly. Satisfied that I was as clean as a man
could be, I reached around the shower curtain and retrieved my golden
earrings. Knowing that the metamorphosis was sometimes violent, I sat down
in the shower with the water playing off my chest. I washed the earrings
off and looked closely at them again. The beautiful Aztec goddess carved in
the gold gleamed back at me lovingly, and I smiled at her in reverence. I
clipped on first the left earring, then the right, and sat back to await the
change. As it had before, the process started right away...I felt myself
lock into a paralyzed position as the tingles of electricity spasmed through
my body. I could feel the now familiar swellings and withdrawals as my body
rearranged itself into feminine perfection. When I felt myself come back to
consciousness, the first thing I noticed was the water from the shower
playing across my torso. Where before the only sensation I had felt was a
slight pressure against the hair of my flat male chest, now the water was a
stinging spray against my full breasts. I shielded my sensitive large
nipples with feminine hands, gently massaging them into prettily erect
points. I stood up in the shower, feeling the different sensations the
water caused in my now female body. I gently soaped my face and hair once
again, marvelling at the feel of my soft skin and curves. I allowed one
finger to roam between my legs and felt the familiar stirrings of arousal
start to overcome me. Even though a climax in the shower would have been
pleasant, I had decided to save myself for the mirror in the bedroom. I
turned the faucets off, realizing as I did that it was far more difficult to
turn them with my woman's strength than it was when I was a man! I got out
and purposely avoided looking at myself in the steamed up bathroom mirror,
preferring to get my first look at my alter ego in the clear full length
mirror in the bedroom. I carefully dried myself off, loving the feel of the
clean fluffy towel against my smooth delicate skin. Once dry, I padded
daintily into the bedroom, closed my eyes and stood in front of the mirror.
I had looked forward to this moment ever since I had viewed my face in the
small tarnished travel mirror I brought camping. As I slowly opened my
face, I knew immediately that that reflection had not done me justice.
There before me stood a bronze skinned goddess. I was feminine perfection
personified! From the gorgeous full red lips and the narrow dainty
shoulders to the luxurious mane of black hair and the perfect shape and
curves of my breasts and hips, I was every man's ideal. Magazines would pay
a fortune to have me grace their covers; male eyes would lock onto my face
and body immediately and create instantaneous erotic fantasies. Oh, would I
turn heads! It was almost frightening how beautiful I was. I thought about
how little strength this petite feminine body had, and how easily I could be
forced into situations I didn't want to be in. I decided that I would have
to be careful in public since, as a male myself, I knew what kind of
primitive reactions a man would have upon looking at me. I turned around
gracefully in the mirror, tossed my damp hair over my shoulder and peered at
myself from the rear. I was just as attractive from this angle. My long
slim neck gave way to a small lean back, then tapered inward to a tiny
waist. The sexy flare of my hips and the teardrop shape of my dainty bottom
only added to my shapely appearance. Long, smooth, golden legs and tiny
feet finished off my reflection in perfect feminine fashion.
I turned around again to face my reflection and mimicked a few model poses
that I had often seen women do. I was a darling innocent nymph when I
smiled and put my hands on my broad hips. I was an alluring seductress when
I pursed my lips and leaned forward with my hand behind my hair. And I was
an insatiable lioness when I threw my head back, opened my mouth seductively
and put my hands over my breasts. Seeing myself in this pose made me start
to get more aroused. I kneaded a breast sexily and watched my reaction in
the mirror. Seeing my eyes close and listening to the sexy womanly moan
that escaped my full lips allowed my exploration to get more daring. I
positioned myself on the bed so that I could see my reflection and began to
stroke myself with purpose. I watched as the woman in the mirror began to
writhe with passion, her vagina growing wetter and hotter as her movements
became more fevered. My hair flew into my eyes as I began to utter little
whispered "Oh"s. With one hand furiously massaging a ripe breast and the
other running violent circles around my clitoris, I saw my hips begin to
thrust forward uncontrollably. The sight of this prettily flushing woman in
the mirror, undulating her pelvis in rhythm with her ever-increasing sighs
of passion, made me climax titanically! I felt my back arch and heard a
high pitched whine of animal happiness coming out of my mouth as my orgasm
surged through me. My legs shot out straight and I felt the hot release of
juices from my dripping vagina. Not even on the island had I felt such
satisfaction! I was riding the crest of a storm of pleasure that I never
wanted to end! My every nerve ending was tingling with erotic stimulation
as I slowly came down from my climax. I lay back on the bed feeling the
heat radiating off my soft skin, smiling and shaking my head at the utter
unbelievability of my situation. "All right, Goddess," I said in my magical
feminine voice, "time to see what it's like out there in the real world!" I
gathered myself up and began to think about how I could make my debut!
8. chapter Debut!
As I lay on the motel bed, still coming down from my incredible orgasm, I
thought about the problems my new identity could create for me. As much as
I wanted to experience the world in the body of this delectable creature, I
was at a loss as to how to do it! Of course, I had no women's clothes, and
the clothes that I had, in addition to being filthy from a week's worth of
tropical island dirt, would hardly fit around this tight, curvy body. I sat
up, subconsciously tossing my long, black hair out of my eyes and looked in
the mirror again. I was still dumbfounded by the sight of this incredible
beauty in the mirror. I surveyed my nude reflection more closely, admiring
the soft curves and the angelic face that suggested just a hint of
devilishness. "Well, missy," I said in my musical voice, "What do we do
now?" Obviously, clothes were the first thing I needed to tackle. The
question I needed to answer was which was potentially more embarrassing--To
buy women's clothing in my male body, or to be seen in public as a woman
wearing dirty men's clothes? I also had the fact that I, of course, had no
drivers license identifying me as female. I thought it over while I gazed
at my reflection, my pretty head furrowed in concentration. I decided that
the thought of bringing a lacy bra and panties to a clothing store cashier
as a 200lb bearded man was too much to bear, so I set about trying to find
something of my own that would contain this petite, though amply curvy body.
I first put on a pair of my men's underwear. I heard my tinkling laughter
as I pulled them up over my hips, only to see them fall back down around my
tiny ankles as soon as I let them go! "Okay," I said to myself, "forget the
underwear!" I rooted around in my backpack for a pair of hiking shorts that
I had only worn a couple of times on the island. Luckily, they had an
elastic belt that went with them, and I thought I might be able to cinch it
tight enough to where they might stay on. I stepped into them, feeling a
little nasty about going out in public without underwear, and found that
they would stay on if I pulled the belt as tight as it would go. I looked
in the mirror to see a topless beauty wearing VERY baggy shorts! The next
problem I had to tackle was my breasts. The Aztec magician who had created
these earrings must have had a thing for amply endowed women, because my
breasts were quite large for the rest of my petite body. I knew that if I
put just a T-shirt over them, I would have a gaggle of enamored men
following my every bounce and jiggle! I decided on the one button-down
shirt I had brought with me. Even with the extra flesh of my chest, it was
still way too big and hung down to nearly my knees. Rather than tuck it in
as I had originally thought, I tied the shirttails together around my flat
belly. I looked at my handiwork again in the mirror and realized that I
while I looked kind of sexy in my man's clothes, my breasts still jiggled
way too much when I moved. I got out the dirty hunter's jacket that I had
brought and let it swallow my narrow shoulders. It was far too big to
button, so I just left it open. I looked in the mirror again and muttered a
silent prayer of thanks that the "grunge" look was still in vogue! My tiny
feminine feet would no way fit into my man's sneakers, so I slipped on a
pair of flip flops and let it go at that. My long, ebony hair looked too
elegant for my outfit, so I pulled it back into a precious pony tail kept in
place by a rubber band I had found in the motel room. Of course, I had no
makeup, but decided that it would probably look out of place anyway on this
cute ragamuffin!
I sat down crosslegged on the bed and began to write down a list of what I
wanted on the memo pad by the phone. Of course, I needed the essentials:
bra, panties and makeup, but what else? I decided that since this was to be
my first night out, I only needed either a decent dress or one nice skirt
and blouse to wear. I also needed shoes! Maybe some low heels would be
nice...Nothing too showy, though! I jotted all this down while thinking
about how I knew nothing about women's sizes! I decided that I would just
do like I always did when shopping for men's clothes...Size it up in the
store! I got up, still slightly amused by the feel of nothing between my
shorts and my crotch, made sure I had plenty of cash in my wallet, and
shoved it inside my jacket pocket.
I grabbed my duplicate set of Ron's car keys, took a deep breath, and
quietly opened my hotel room door. I sneaked a peek at Ron's room and let
out a relieved sigh when I saw that the lights were out, then made my way
cautiously to the truck. I unlocked the door and piled in, still unused to
the extra padding my wide girlish hips gave me when I sat down. I giggled
when I realized just how much shorter I was in my woman's guise when my feet
stopped short of the pedals by a country mile! I moved the seat up all the
way and put on the shoulder belt. It felt strange how the belt passed
between my breasts and forced them to jut out a little more. I passed a
small hand over them sending a little sexy shiver down my body before I
started the ignition and drove out of the motel parking lot.
9. Chapter - On Target!
As I slowly got used to the different feel of driving in my new body, I
realized that I didn't really have a destination in mind. Perhaps my desire
to just get out and show myself before I lost the nerve was what possessed
me to move so fast, but aimlessly. I wondered just why I was so interested
in showing myself in public...Was I becoming a convert to that old Aztec
belief in experiencing all the pleasures life has to offer, or was I just
looking for confirmation that I was actually as beautiful as I thought
myself to be? Either way, here I was, a small inexperienced female in a
strange town dressed in dirty men's clothes driving around without a
license. Too much!
The town I was in wasn't too big, but it did offer the regular Americana
shopping experiences. Since I was after women's clothing, I figured that I
ought to try as inconspicuous a place as possible. As I approached a fairly
major intersection, there on the corner stood a brightly lit Target Store!
Perfect! I wasn't after anything fancy, and I figured I would hardly be
noticed amidst all the happy clientele there. I pulled in, making sure I
obeyed all the traffic laws in the book...Wouldn't do to get picked up out
here in my situation! Once parked, I took a quick look in the rear view
mirror to make sure I still looked as presentable as I could. My pretty
face had more of a nervous look about it than I would have liked, but it
would have to do! I took a deep breath and lightly stepped out of the
truck, visible to the public for the first time as a woman!
As I walked toward the door, I was aware again of just how light and airy
this body I wore was. It seemed I took two steps as a female for every one
step I took as a man...and every step I took was accompanied by a noticeable
bounce from my unencumbered breasts! I tried to put a self-assured look on
my face as I walked into the light. I wanted to give the impression that I
was just a normal girl going about my everyday business. Still, when I
opened the door to the Target, it seemed that every eye in the place was on
me! It was so bright! How in the world could I have expected to "hide" in
a place so well lit? I got myself a little plastic shopping cart and
started pushing it, keeping my head down so as to let my long hair mask my
expression of sheer terror! I thought I was doing all right as I steered
toward the Women's Department until a middle aged man who was obviously
looking me over stopped me with, "Hey, Sweetheart, do you know where the
fishing equipment is?" As I looked up at him, I couldn't help but smile a
little as his eyes took in my face for the first time. His mouth opened a
little wider, and I saw his eyes flicker for a moment in surprise and
appreciation of my beauty. I tried to answer as casually as I could. "No,
I'm sorry, but this is my first time here," I said. He paused a moment too
long as he looked down at first my chest, then my bare legs, then realized
that he had taken too long to answer, and stammered, "Well, er, uh...thanks
anyway!" I'd swear he even blushed a little as he turned to go! A big smile
lit my face as I pushed onward a few paces, then a thought occurred to me
and I turned back around quickly! Sure enough, the man had half turned
around so he could watch me walk away! By pure feminine instinct, I smiled
naughtily at him. He turned his head quickly, embarrassed at being caught
inspecting the rear end of a strange woman. I giggled audibly, amused at
this demonstration of the incredible effect I seemed to have on men! I
continued on, with my head held up now, and counted at least 5 different men
who gave me more than the once-over as I passed them, and at least one woman
who gave me a either a look of jealousy or a look of scorn at what I was
wearing!
The lingerie department was a large one, full of racks of bras, panties and
slips. I had estimated that from what I knew of women's chests (which was
not a lot) that I was probably about a 34C. I picked up a bra in that size
and looked at it closely...It looked like it would probably fit, so I threw
it in my basket. As I wandered around the table with the bargain bras, it
occurred to me that I'd probably like something a little more sexy than
these plain cotton ones. I went to a nearby aisle and found a skimpy black
lacy bra with matching black panties. A girl I had dated not long ago had
expressed her opinion to me that women like nothing better than the feeling
of wearing sexy underwear beneath their clothes..."Makes us feel wicked,"
she used to say! I snatched them up, threw them in my basket and even added
a silky black garter belt, a couple of pairs of stockings, and a pair of
"nude" pantyhose to my purchases. As I worked my way out of the lingerie
department, the reality that I would soon be wearing the things that I so
loved seeing other women in began to take hold. I shook my head lightly,
loving the feel of my hair tossing with this slight movement! I was really
starting to enjoy myself now...Maybe it was true that there is a "shopping
gene" found only in women! I found myself inspecting many different
dresses, skirts and blouses before deciding on a cute midriff baring
halter-type top in warm red, a black mini-skirt, and a soft-but-daring
sundress. I held up each of these items to my body, having even less an
idea as to whether they would fit me than before I had done so! Luckily,
they were all "Medium," and I figured that when in doubt, always go with
medium! A quick stop in the adjoining footwear department found me nodding
approvingly at a pair of medium heeled black leather shoes. I tried three
pair on before determining that I wore a women's size 6.
The rest of my shopping trip was spent in the Cosmetics department, buying
stuff that I thought would look good, but clueless as to whether I needed it
or not. I bought a pretty deep red shade of lipstick, some black mascara,
and a little reddish eye shadow that claimed it was "So natural that it
looks like you!" The endless looks from the men in the store were making me
a little nervous now, so I decided that I was ready to go. As I was pushing
my cart up to the front, I passed the Swimwear department...Why not? Before
I knew it, a bright pink with blue polka dots bikini lay on top of my
basket!
The young boy at the checkout counter practically burned all my clothes off
with his searing gaze. I wondered what sort of vivid fantasies he was
conjuring up about me as he totaled up my purchases! I looked at his young
face and strong body and had a few myself! I gave him my best pout when he
announced that the total was $120, and he grinned at me, picking up the
garter belt as he put it in the bag commenting, "Plans tonight?" I showed
him a quick wink as I gave him the money and said, "Don't you wish!" His
grin got wider as he worked the register and said, "I surely do!" With a
feminine laugh, I was on my out, marvelling at the two accomplishments my
shopping trip had brought...Not only was I now in possession of clothes that
were appropriate to my new sex, but I had also actually flirted with a man
and enjoyed it!
10. Chapter - Explorations in a Pool and Beyond
I returned to the motel Ron and I were staying at without further incident.
I carefully parked Ron's truck exactly where I had found it, removed my
shopping bags, and stole quietly up the stairs to my room. By now, the
movement of my breasts as I walked was almost second nature to me, but as I
climbed the stairs, I was suddenly aware again of just how light and bouncy
this new body of mine was! It seemed as if every step I took caused a
jiggle first at my front, then at my rear. I wondered if wearing a bra and
proper underthings would put a stop to this, but then again, I kind of liked
it!
I became a little frightened when I saw that the light in Ron's room was now
on. I quietly slipped my key into the lock of my room, thinking horrible
thoughts about what would happen if Ron came out of his door and found a
beautiful woman going into his male buddy's room. I couldn't even think of
what I would say! Luckily, I managed to close the door and throw my bundles
on the bed before any such thing happened. I took a quick glance in the
mirror, and giggled quietly when I saw again the beautiful punk princess in
her grunge-look men's clothes. I tried to imagine that wondrous form
clothed in appropriate fashion and decided that it was time to do a little
modeling session for myself. I had just opened one bag and was preparing to
try on my first bra and panties set when I heard Ron's door open. Purely by
instinct, I quickly yanked off my earrings. Since I had been doing this
quite frequently, I had become accustomed to the transformation process, and
indeed, it had speeded up considerably since my first metamorphosis.
Through the warm tingly sensations, I heard a knock at my motel room door.
In seconds, I was thankfully male again, though still quite weakened from
the transformation. I groggily threw my shopping bags under the bed and
stumbled to the door. Ron greeted me happily, then took notice of my
exhausted condition. "Oh, man! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were
sleeping!" he said apologetically. I mumbled something quite incoherent,
then asked him if he wanted to come in. He said, "No. I was just about to
go down to the pool and take a swim and wanted to see if you felt like
coming." I looked at him and realized that he was wearing his swim trunks
and an unbuttoned beach shirt, and he had a little cooler in his hand,
undoubtedly containing a good supply of beer. Suddenly, a plan formulated
quickly in my mind. I told him that I was really tired and was just going
to go back to my "nap." He waved cheerily and said, "Okay! See ya! I'll be
down there for a while if you change your mind!" I smiled and closed the
door, thinking that it wasn't my mind that I was going to change!
"Do you really want to do this?" I asked myself as I stood naked in front of
the mirror. I tried to think of how Ron would come across to a female
mind-set, but realized that I couldn't while still male. I guess I
considered him good looking from my male perspective, but I knew that quite
a few women found him attractive enough so that he was hardly ever without a
date on the weekends. I decided that I was confident enough in my new
persona to give it a try. I clipped on my earrings and sat down on the bed
in front of the mirror, trying to maintain consciousness enough so that I
could actually watch the transformation. I was successful enough so that I
saw my features blur and reshape themselves, my body shrinking in some
places, expanding in others. Finally, when the big change came, I couldn't
keep my eyes from unfocusing and my head from thrashing about, and I
"awakened" moments later to find myself once more the beautiful woman who
was the "Miss" Hyde to my Dr. Jekyll! I contentedly cupped my breasts
while staring in the mirror and thought of Ron again. The difference in my
perception was amazing! No more was he just my "good buddy," but now
desirable prey to be hunted! The thought of him in his skimpy trunks and
his broad chest made my female body shiver with anticipation.
Even though I was confident in my ability to seduce Ron if I wanted to, I
still had to be careful. Could I really act like I didn't know him? Could
I really turn the jovial friendly male relationship we enjoyed into
something completely different? As I pulled on the new pink polka dot
bikini I had bought and turned to inspect the result in the mirror, I knew
that the answer was a resounding, "Yes!!!" The bikini was, as most are, very
revealing, but, unlike too many bikini wearers, what was revealed of my body
was well worth revealing! The french cut sides bared my shapely thighs and
accentuated my long smooth legs while the one-size-too-small bra lifted my
beautiful breasts and created a daring cleavage most women would kill for!
I brushed my long black hair out, then pirouetted in front of the mirror
just to make sure that this wondrous water nymph was actually me! It was so
different to wear things that were actually tailored for this female body!
The sheer sexiness of my bikini reassured me that this body looked just as
good with clothes on as it did with clothes off! I thought about
experimenting with makeup, decided that this was not the time, and satisfied
myself with just a generous swipe of lipstick on my full lips. With a quick
pucker and kiss at myself in the mirror, I was ready to try out my feminine
wiles. I had finished putting on my baggy shorts and was just about to draw
a T-Shirt over my ample bosom when I realized that Ron would surely
recognize these clothes! Since modesty was not something terribly important
to me at this moment, I decided to just wrap my body in a motel towel for
the journey down to the pool. It was amazing how when I was male, a towel
like the one I chose would barely cover my front, but now, as female, it
wrapped me completely, even leaving enough slack to be tucked and tied
around my chest! I took a deep breath, grabbed my room key, and headed
quickly out the door before I could change my mind!
I padded barefoot around the motel corridors, noting thankfully that the
halls were unoccupied, and peered through the swimming pool gate before I
opened it. Perfect! Only Ron was there! He was doing laps when I entered
the pool area, using his powerful arms and legs to propel him effortlessly
through the water. The sight of his muscles tensing and straining with made
a shiver of delight run through my petite body. He hadn't seen me yet, so I
made a point to drag a chair loudly out from under an umbrella. I heard him
stop swimming, and with my back to him, I purposely bent over gracefully to
arrange the chair, and I was acutely conscious of his eyes taking in my
incredible feminine form. I wondered if the sight of me, my bikini panties
peeking out from under my towel showing my delightfully shaped bottom, was
having the effect on him I wanted it to. I turned around and found him
uncharacteristically gawking at me. Ron was usually a man of the utmost
discretion, but seeing him standing in the shallow end with his mouth open
nearly made me giggle! I decided to pretend I hadn't seen him looking at me
and continued the "unveiling." With deliberate slowness, I untied the towel
from around my breasts and let it slowly drop to the concrete. I reached
both of my arms over my head, loving the lithe nimbleness of my new body,
and stood on tiptoes in a mock stretch. I let out a little feminine squeal
of happiness as I did this, then looked at Ron. "How's the water?" I asked.
Ron, nearly overcome by the spectacle of the barely clad angel in front of
him, took too long to respond and stammered when he did. "What's the
matter," I asked coyly, bending over to wiggle my slender fingers in the
water, "Cat got your tongue?" Ron regained some of his composure and said
charmingly, "Cat's got nothing to do with it! I just wasn't expecting to be
spoken to by someone as beautiful as you." "Why thank you, kind sir!" I said
with a dramatic toss of my head and slowly stepped down the pool ladder.
The shock of the cold water did things to my new female body that it had
never done to me as a man! I felt my soft skin break out in goose bumps all
over, and, to my amazement, I felt my nipples stiffen so that they felt like
hard pencil points! "Brrrr!" I said, my arms clutching my body as I
shivered. "It's great after you get to used to it," said Ron, "C'mon! Do a
lap with me!" I smiled my best smile at him and kicked off the side of the
pool to join him in the middle. He smiled back, motioned with his head
toward the deep end, and we were off. I was still amazed at how supple and
lithe this new body of mine was as I smoothly glided through the water.
While the drag of my breasts slowed me down a little, the tininess of the
rest of my body was easily and gracefully propelled by swift kicks from my
shapely legs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ron swimming with ease
beside me, watching my form as he purposely kept himself from going all out
so that I could keep up with him.
After about three laps, even though I wasn't tired, I stood up in the
shallow end, wrung the water out of my long hair, and said to Ron, "I've had
enough...You're too strong for me!" He laughed and swam over to me. "You
seem strong enough to me...My name's Ron, by the way," and he put out his
hand. I suddenly realized that I had a problem...I hadn't thought up a name
for myself! Quickly, feminine names raced through my mind. I discarded
them all until I thought of the golden material my mystical earrings were
made of! "Nice to meet you, Ron," I said, shaking his hand warmly, "My
name's Amber." It was so weird to see my buddy Ron acting so
differently...It was as if he was dumbstruck by my beauty! I've never known
Ron to be shy, but as I caught him looking at my prominent bustline, he
actually looked as if he might blush! Yes, it was weird to be looked at
like that by my friend, but it was also kind of neat, and it made me feel
really sexy! "Amber, it's my pleasure," he said gallantly, "Would you like
to join me for a beer? I have some extras by the side of the pool." Here
goes, I thought! "I'd like that, Ron. I could really use a drink," I said.
He climbed up the ladder, then offered his hand to help me out. Even though
he wasn't really pulling me out of the pool, I was stunned by how much
strength he had! I bet those arms would feel great wrapped around me, I
found myself subconsciously thinking. As we walked over to his chair, Ron
offered me his towel, draping it kindly over my narrow shoulders. I smiled
at him gratefully and did what I hoped was a slow and sensuous dry-off,
being extra careful that my breasts received more than enough attention, and
making sure that I was bent toward him when I reached down to dry my legs.
Ron's body language as he dried himself showed me that he had indeed
appreciated my little show, and I was also a little pleased to notice a
little bulge in his swimming trunks that hadn't been there before! I sat
down in a beach chair and adjusted it so that I was sitting up enough to
face him. He moved his chair right beside mine so that our faces were only
inches apart. He reached into his little cooler, got two cans of beer and
popped the tab on both of them. He offered one to me in a dramatic gesture,
then clicked his can to mine and we drank.
After we had sipped in silence for a few moments I said, "God, this really
hits the spot!" Ron looked at me funny and said, "I don't meet too many
girls who like beer...Especially ones that look like you. Come to think of
it, I don't meet many girls who look like you, so forget I ever said
anything at all!" I laughed girlishly. "You're sweet," I said, "But don't
sell yourself short...You're not bad yourself!" Even the most unintelligent
person on earth could tell what kind of effect my comment had on Ron! It
was as if his whole unconfident attitude changed in a second! He
subconsciously drew up his body and his face lit up with the knowledge that
he might actually have a chance with me!
I had already thought up a story to explain my presence here, and I figured
that this was as good a time as any to try it out. "I wish all guys were as
nice as you," I said to him with a pretty pout. "My ex-boyfriend sure
wasn't!" Ron took on a concerned look that almost looked sincere and asked
me to tell him what happened. For the next ten minutes, I was amazed at the
ease with which I lied to him! I talked about how I had been seeing a guy
named Brad for two years, and how I had found him in bed with a friend of
mine, and how I had left our apartment two days ago, taking almost nothing
with me, jumped into the car and just driven with no destination in mind. I
talked about how I was beginning to think that I couldn't trust anybody,
especially men, and how I had decided that it was time for me to make a new
start in a new town. I talked so much about my past that I found myself
actually starting to believe it! Ron listened intently, adding a word of
sympathy now and then and expressing his hope that "Brad" got what he
deserved! I had always liked Ron when I saw him through a man's eyes, but
now, through my woman's eyes, I saw his compassion and genuine gentleness.
It made him very attractive! Oh sure, I'm no fool, and I knew from past
experience that a man will act any way a woman wants him to if he thinks it
will get him into her panties, but I was sure that I could detect in Ron a
sense of caring about my bogus history that was the real article. It made
me feel warm all over!
After I was done giving him the details of my "life," he told me a few
stories of his own about women that had done him wrong, or that he had done
wrong. As his former buddy, I had heard most of them before, but talking to
me, as a woman, he added a sense of intensity and emotion that had not been
present in our male-to-male chats. I found this even further endearing!
During the course of our talk, I realized that we were punctuating our
conversations with gestures that were becoming more and more intimate.
First, I felt a light touch on my shoulder from him, then I found myself
gripping his arm to emphasize a point. Finally, he was holding my right
hand and his left hand was on my knee. My mind began to drift away from
what he was saying as I concentrated on his touch. His hand in mine was
warm and wonderful, and the way he traced little circles on my leg was quite
sensual and even a little bit sexy. "...so what I'm saying, Amber, is that
I hope you'll find out that not all men are as rotten as Brad..." I heard
him saying as I came out of my reverie. I looked at his earnest eyes
closely and decided it was time to really try my female self out. I put my
hand on his cheek and brought my face close to his. "I think I'm finding
out about nice men right now," I said and parted my lips and closed my eyes.
My first kiss as a girl was one that I will remember forever! As Ron
brought his lips to mine, one hand still gently enfolding mine, the other
reaching around to press against the soft skin of my back, it was if a flame
ignited inside me! "Mmmmm," I said softly, drawing back from him an inch or
two, "That was nice!" "Practice makes perfect," I heard him say as our
mouths locked again. I felt my arms unconsciously threading their way
underneath his and coming to rest on his shoulder blades as our bodies
turned and moved even closer to each other. I felt my lips part and my
tongue flutter inside his mouth as he pressed me urgently to him, my breasts
melting against his broad chest. We stopped our kiss and I put my delicate
head on his shoulder in a big hug. The feel of his hard muscular body
against my small curvy one started a riot inside me that I knew could only
be put out one way. He nuzzled my ear and whispered, "Would you like to go
to my room?" I trembled with the wonderful sensation of his breath in my ear
and nodded unspeakingly in his arms. I drew back from the hug and kissed
him warmly again, looking deep into his brown eyes as I did. I gathered up
my towel as he got together his things, then I took his hand and pressed up
against him again, "Mr. Ron," I said in a sexy whisper, nibbling his
earlobe as I spoke, "We're about to have an evening we won't soon forget!"
His hand ran down my back and thighs and came to rest on a bottom cheek
which he playfully squeezed. "Count on it!" he said with a smile and began
to lead me toward his room and my first sexual experience as a woman with a
man!
11. Chapter - A Virgin No More!
As we walked up the stairs of the motel, I was never more acutely aware of
just how much differently this magical body of mine was from my normal male
one. It seemed that, along with the view of the world from 5"2 instead of
6"1, my senses were heightened. Things looked and smelled more interesting,
and sensations themselves were certainly incredibly different. I gazed at
the man gently holding my tiny hand and saw, not my buddy of 10 years, but a
lover-to-be...someone I wanted to hold me protectively, whisper sensual
secrets in my dainty ear, and caress me with his hands, mouth, and, I
realized with a gasp, even his penis! As we climbed the last step, the
feminine feeling of my breasts bouncing sexily and the cool breeze on my
silky bare legs added further justification to the decision I had made to
see just how far I could go in my new form. As we approached the door of
his room, I saw him take a quick glance at the door to my own room. I had
purposely left the TV on to create the illusion that I was still inside it,
and I hoped that this would make Ron think that I was fine and everything
normal. If he only knew that the man he thought was inside that room was
actually right beside him with the heat of anticipation coming off "her"
body in excited waves! I held his cooler for him as he smiled at me and
went to unlock his door. My new eyes were fascinated by him! The quick,
cute look of concentration as he put the keycard into the lock, the brief
bunching of his biceps as he forced the stubborn door open, and the sexy
smile he gave me as gestured for me to go inside...He was beautiful!
Still smiling at me, he took the "Do Not Disturb" sign from the back of the
door and placed it outside on the handle. Knowing Ron to be a bit of a slow
starter, I immediately took the initiative as the door was closing. I
reached around his bare back and pressed my body up against his. With my
lips only millimeters away from his, I whispered, "That sign doesn't work...
You've already got me more than a little disturbed, mister..." He smiled and
kissed me deeply. I was still amazed at how much I enjoyed being kissed by
a man...none of the lingering hetero-male thoughts about acting gay seemed
to be around to stop me. He broke the kiss and looked me up and down
lustfully. "If I 'disturb' you half as much you 'disturb' me, then I think
we're about to have one hell of a time!" he said as his eyes practically
burned holes in my bikini. "Why, sir!" I said with a hand on my forehead in
mock outrage, "I do believe that's a proposition!" "You better believe it
sister!" he said in a humorous tone, his hand twiddling an invisible cigar
and his eyebrows going up and down Groucho-style. Then, the humor was
gone...He pulled me to him forcefully and we began to kiss in earnest again.
My hand strayed over his shoulders and arms, gleefully feeling the strength
of his muscles, my breasts molding into his hairy chest as he pressed me
against him with urgency. The kiss began to get more and more passionate,
our tongues intertwining and our breath coming out in hot staccato gasps. I
felt his hand move over my silky back to my curvy hips, coming to rest on my
full bottom. My hands moved in tandem with his until we found ourselves in
a wonderful liplock, our pelvises being pushed and ground into each other's
with help from our hands and arms. I felt myself getting wet between my
legs as Ron squeezed my dainty bottom cheeks with enthusiasm...It felt hot,
moist and deliciously nasty! I knew that in only moments we would be making
love standing up if I didn't do something about it!
Reluctantly, I pulled away from him, wanting my first time to be slow and
perfect. He tried to kiss me again, wanting to continue as before, but I
put a small finger to his lips and said, "Wait a minute, lover. I want to
wash the chlorine off me from the pool first. Give me five minutes in the
shower and then you can join me if you like!" I gave him a quick peck on the
lips and walked toward to the bathroom. As I entered the shower alcove, I
turned back to find him watching me walk away. I feigned indignation with a
look, then reached around my back with my fingers on the knot of my bikini
bra. "You won't forget about me while I'm gone, will you?" I cooed sexily.
"No ma'am!" was his instant reply. "In case you do, here's a little
something to remember me by," I said and undid the knot of my bra, letting
it fall to the floor. The look on his face as my beautiful breasts were
laid bare was adorable! I heard him gasp an almost inaudible, "Ohhh" as I
revealed myself to him. I shook them coquettishly at him, blew him a kiss,
then turned into the shower room.
As I turned on the water, I thought quickly about why I was doing it this
way...I didn't really need a shower now, but I probably would have in about
twenty minutes! I realized that the last vestiges of my male thoughts had
provided me with a brief escape from the impending sex play of the other
room. Now alone with the warm water flowing over my naked female body, I
let them come to the front. They said to me, "You are a man! You're not
supposed to react this way to another man!" I looked down at my flat smooth
belly, the curve of my womanly hips, and the perfect roundness of my
breasts. I remembered Ron's sweet caresses and the urgency of his kisses
and immediately watched my nipples get extremely hard. I grasped them both
with my hands, loving the sensual feeling. I pushed the male thoughts down
with hardly any effort..."Look at this body," I said silently to myself.
"This is NOT the body of a man! This is the body of a very horny young lady
with a very willing an able young man in the next room! I know from
experience that he's a nice guy, and if I've been given the power to change
sexes whenever I want, I might as well see what it's like from the other
side with a guy I know is terrific! Case closed!" I soaped my body quickly
and rinsed out my long black hair. As I was doing this, my hand brushed
against one of my earrings. It dangled loosely but remained clipped to my
lobe. A sudden sense of panic came over me...What if one of my earrings
came off in the throes of passion??? What a nightmare that would be! I
tugged on them experimentally, trying to gauge just how much pressure would
be necessary to pull them off. They were pretty secure, I thought...I'd
just have to be a little careful.
Just as I was finally convincing myself that I had little to worry about, I
heard the door to the shower room open. I felt my heart flutter in my small
chest as the curtain opened to reveal Ron, naked and erect. I smiled at him
and moved aside so he could come in with me. He immediately took me in his
arms and turned me so that the spray covered both of us. "Your five minutes
are up, lady," he said with a leer. "Looks like that's not the only thing
that's up," I said with a smile as my tiny hand reached down to grasp his
hard penis. "Can't help that, ma'am," he said with a laugh. "You're more
responsible for that than I am!" We both exploded into giggles that turned
to passion as his mouth found mine again. With my hand still around his
penis, it occurred to me that this was the first time I had ever held a
man's cock besides my own. I found it to be very, very different. As my
hand began to move up and down its length, I could feel the rough ridges and
the bulging veins inside it. The fact that I was indeed responsible for the
hardness of this mysterious organ made me want it inside me even more. I
felt Ron tremble a little as I stroked him a little faster. I felt him turn
me in his arms so that my back was to his front. Not wanting to let go of
him so soon, I reached around my back with my left hand and grasped his cock
again. His hands, around my flat belly at first, began to move upward to my
breasts. He cupped them both and began to roll my hard nipples between his
thumb and forefinger. My new body immediately came to life. I heard myself
utter a very female moan and felt my back arch against his chest. My right
arm shot up to grasp him behind his head, forcing it down against my neck.
As his hands still worked on my breasts, I felt the added sensation of his
mouth nibbling the back of my neck. This was always an extremely sensitive
area for me as a male, and now, as a female, the pleasure had increased
tenfold! Nearly unable to control my movements, I pulled on his penis in
rhythm with his kisses, my bottom and back moving up and down against his
slippery skin. One of his hands dropped away from my breasts and slid
underneath my left arm. It snaked its way over my wet belly and over the
broad curve of my hips, then began to run circles just outside my small
thatch of black pubic hair. God, he was good! He knew just what to do!
The circles began to shrink ever inward in synch with his other hand which
still massaged my breasts. I felt a heat coming over me that I had begun to
know well. Without even actually coming into contact with my pussy, I knew
that I was well on my way to orgasm! I moaned and jerked on his cock as the
circles terminated on my vaginal lips. I felt his teeth nip my neck as a
finger worked its way inside my opening. I was now audibly gasping for
breath as my passion built. No longer was I an intelligent human
being...All that was left now was animal passion! As Ron's finger entered
me and rubbed against my agitated clitoris, I exploded as never before. The
feelings of Ron's mouth on my neck, his hands on my breasts and pussy, and
his own penis in my grasp made my orgasm surge through me like a white hot
knife through butter. I felt my hips thrusting forward uncontrollably, my
right hand running crazily through his wet hair, and my mouth uttering high
pitched wails of absolute pleasure! My first orgasm as a woman with a man,
and we had only just begun!
As I slowly came down from my orgasm, I could feel Ron's experienced fingers
slowly lessening their probing. I let my body go limp and fall back into
his, my eyes peering at his face gratefully through my wet hair. I kissed
him on the neck gently as his hands still caressed me softly. "That was
wonderful, Ron," I whispered. "It's not over yet," he said as he bent down
to kiss me on the lips. "Not by a long shot, lover," I said sexily, still
savoring the feeling of my orgasm. "Meet you in the bedroom?" he said as he
lovingly stroked my hair. "Can't wait!" I said with a playful tug on his
incredibly erect penis. We hurriedly got out of the shower and only half
dried off before I found myself pushing his strong naked body onto the bed.
I stood over him and peered at his form in the dimly lit room with lustful
eyes. I tried to remember how I felt when, as a man, I had looked at my
lover just before we made love. There were certainly differences...Before,
I had revelled in the soft curves and fragility of the female body. Now,
since I had become the owner of the those very same curves and fragility, I
revelled in the strength and hardness of the male body. I was, beyond the
shadow of a doubt, a woman with all a woman's desires.
Still standing, I picked up Ron's hand and gently put his fingers into my
small mouth. Looking him straight in the eye, I sucked and lightly nipped
each one of them before kneeling on the bed. I took his hand from my mouth
and placed it on my breasts. He began to reach for me with his other hand,
but I stopped it and put it back down beside him. Without bending any
further, I put my left hand on his chest, running my fingers through his
soft chest hair. Remembering how he had so aroused me in the shower, I
began to let my hand drift downward until I, too, began to trace circles
around his pubic hair. As I did this, I felt his hand begin to squeeze my
breast a little harder. I pushed my hair out of my face with my free hand
and bent down to his penis. I watched as my hand squeezed it harder, loving
the way it tried to get even harder with my attentions. Pushing away any
lingering male thoughts, I slowly lowered my mouth onto it. I kissed it
tentatively at first, then eagerly when I found that I enjoyed it. I felt
Ron's hands running through my damp hair, then pushing my head downward as
he let me know what he wanted. I took him full in my mouth then, sliding my
lips up and down the length of his cock until I could fit no more inside me.
I let my tongue wriggle over it sexily, amazed at my feeling of delight at
giving my first blowjob! I began to increase my rhythm, bobbing my head in
time with his slow pelvic thrusts. I experimented with letting my fingers
caress his testicles and his moan of pleasure indicated that I was doing the
right thing. Just as I was really getting into it, I felt his hands pulling
my head off of him. I looked at him curiously, and he smiled and said,
"Much more of that and there'll be nothing left for you." I smiled back at
him with a certain amount of pride at having done such a good job. "I'm a
girl that aims to please," I said with a sexy toss of my head. I crept up
his body until I was lying on top of him, my body tingling with anticipation
as my breasts crushed against his chest. I kissed him hard, and then, with
a look of pleading in my eyes, I whispered, "I want you inside me...Now!" I
rolled off of him and watched as he climbed on top of me. He kissed me
lightly and asked, "Do we need a condom?" I smiled, knowing that Ron had had
negative AIDS test only a month before we went on our trip. "No," I said
gently. "I'm on the pill and I can tell that you're a healthy boy." With
that, he began to kiss me gently but passionately. My hands ran over his
broad shoulders and back as his began to stroke my pussy again, making me
hot and wet. I broke the kiss and said pantingly, "Now, lover...Do it now!"
He needed no further encouragement as seconds later I felt him enter me
expertly. There was no pain as I thought there would be...Only utter
unearthly pleasure! He drove inside me violently as I used my new vaginal
muscles to squeeze him. I began to thrust into him as urgently as he was
thrusting into me, my legs wrapping themselves around his waist to pull him
further inside me. I felt completely in his power as his thrusts came
faster and faster, bringing me ever closer to the brim of orgasm. An
earthquake of passion overcame me just moments later as I felt him tense and
shudder, the hot surge of his orgasm shooting powerfully into me. I moaned,
then felt the release of my own orgasm come as my hips spasmed against his
with wild undulations. With my release came the knowledge that at that
moment, there was only one man in that bedroom, and I was not him. Thanks
to Ron, I had become truly a woman!
12. Chapter - A Weighty Problem
As Ron and I lay basking in the afterglow of our love session, I felt that
secure and protected feeling that so many women tell their lovers about, but
so few of us males actually experience. Sure enough, just like I had been
told by several of my female lovers, I had a desire to snuggle and be held
by my man after making love. Sure enough, just like the typical male that
I, myself had so recently been, Ron was trying to fight back that
overwhelming desire to go to sleep after making love! As I lay nude next to
him with my tiny hand stroking his chest hair and my smooth face snuggled
into the hollow of his neck, I could feel the happiness surging off my body.
I was very pleased with myself...Not only had I worked up the nerve to
experience just what it was like for a woman having sex, but I had also
actually "performed" very well! Ron seemed pleased in many different ways,
and he had expressed his appreciation in more ways than one! I could feel
his heart beating in his chest, and I enjoyed hearing the sounds of his
breathing becoming heavier and deeper until they were those of a sleeping
man.
After a little while, I got up and went to the bathroom. Trying not to wake
my new lover, I crept into it and turned on the light. I peered at myself
in the mirror, noting the slightly dreamy expression on my face as I looked
into it. There was no doubt about it...I definitely looked like a woman who
had just been made love to. From the slightly flushed face to the sexily
dishevelled hair, my body reeked of sex! I fondled my new breasts, finding
them to be still ultra sensitive from Ron's touch. I loved them! I loved
the feminine way they made me feel, and I loved what they did for me, and
Ron, during our little passion play! It suddenly occurred to me that I was
beginning to think like a woman naturally as well as look like one. What
was happening to me? Was I really ready to give up 30 years of life as a
man based on just a few nights as a beautiful woman? I thought about it
some more, then decided that I didn't need to give up anything! Thanks to
those wonderful mystical Aztecs, I could be both male and female anytime I
wanted to! I began to play with my image in the mirror, trying to find out
just how womanly I could be if I did what came naturally. I tried a variety
of poses, trying to look like an innocent maiden first, then a voracious
tigress in heat, then a determined woman of independence. It was
easy...With just a slight change of posture or facial expression, I could be
all those things in a wink of an eye. A world of possibilities was opening
up for me.
I decided that at this point in time, I liked the look of the tigress the
best, so I practiced some more in the mirror, playing with my breasts,
tossing my wild hair around, licking my full lips, and letting my legs part
just enough so I could see the moist pinkness around my vagina. Suddenly,
just as was about to masturbate to my reflection, I nearly jumped out of my
skin as I heard a voice say, "I knew it! You're an escaped stripper from
Hollywood!" I turned to find Ron looking in at me. "How long have you been
there??!" I said with slight embarrassment. "Long enough to have enjoyed
the performance enough to request an encore," he said with a sly smile on
his lips as he opened the door completely. Having been more than a little
aroused by my show in the mirror, I was more than ready to take him up on
his request. "Oh yeah, " I said as I rolled up to him with my slinkiest
walk, "Think you can handle it, buster?" "I think so, but please don't hurt
me," he said with mock fear on his face. "Move it, then," I said as I
pushed him with all my feminine force out of the bathroom and back into the
bed. I was feeling aggressive this time, so I decided to take the
"masculine" role. I pushed him back on the bed so that he lay on his back,
his slightly erect penis pointing up at about a 45 degree angle. "Grrrrr!"
I said playfully through clenched teeth, and I jumped on top of him. As I
straddled him across the chest, I began moving my hips back and forth,
grinding against his cock so that I could feel the life returning to it. I
grabbed his hands and put them on my breasts, then placed my own hands on
top of his as I began to grind with a little more vigor. At the touch of
his hands on my breasts, I could feel his penis begin to jerk as it filled
itself to near readiness. My own pussy had become very wet again, and I
could feel my juices really begin to lubricate. I stopped my grinding for a
second and removed one of my hands from my breast so I could guide his now
fully erect penis into my waiting orifice. Ron was smiling with amusement
at seeing this new aggressive side of me, but his amusement turned to desire
as he slid neatly inside of me. I moaned with pleasure when he entered me,
then I began to slowly raise myself up and down until I could feel his full
length inside of me. I really liked being in control of the situation, and
could vary the rhythm as it pleased me. Having experienced sex this way as
a man, I knew that Ron would enjoy whatever I did, so I concentrated on
pleasuring myself. I began to feel the now familiar sensation of my orgasm
rising, so I increased my up and down movements until I was bucking
furiously against his hips, my hands squeezing his on top of my breasts
tighter and tighter. Suddenly, it was upon me and I arched my back against
him, uttering a girlish squeal of utter delight as I did so. Waves of
pleasure began to wash over me once again, and I released my hands from his
so that I could press against his hard thighs. I began to slow my rhythm as
I slowly came down, but was surprised to hear Ron beg me not to. I knew
that he was about to come, too, so I did my best to accommodate him. I felt
him tense and was expecting to feel that wonderful hot gush inside me, but
instead, he bent at the waist and raised his upper torso off the bed so that
he could get in one final colossal thrust. It was then that the dream
became a nightmare!
Just as he was beginning to come, he grabbed at my head to pull me down on
top of him. Unfortunately, when he reached for me, his left hand tangled
with my right earring with enough force to pull it off! Instantly, I began
to change back into a man. I could feel my curves shrinking and fading, my
body turning tall and muscular, and, to my horror, my own penis growing
forth from my crotch and forcing his out of me! I threw my head back and
screamed, "Noooooo!" but knew it was too late when I heard my voice go from
sultry soprano to male baritone in mid-scream.
Ron went from that one perfect moment of ecstasy to absolute horror in only
seconds. As I went through my undesired transformation, I tried to keep my
eyes open so as to make sure that my one time pal and recent lover didn't
try to kill me while I was changing. Though I had grown somewhat accustomed
to the amazing metamorphosis of my body, it still rendered me nearly
unconscious for a few seconds. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as my
beautiful breasts flattened into hairy male nipples, my broad, smooth hips
receding into the straight lines of a male rear. I came back to reality in
seconds, just in time to see Ron leap naked from the bed with a yell, trip
over a tangle of clothes on the floor, and careen into the bedroom wall. He
sank to his knees, his eyes wide and staring, seeing his male friend of many
years where moments before a sexy goddess had been. I could only imagine
what he was going through...He was panting loudly, trying to form words that
just would not come, his whole face a mass of confusion. For the life of
me, I did not know what to say. I wished that I was female again so I could
go and comfort him without rejection, but I knew that to just slip my
earring back on would not be explanation enough. I felt his intense gaze on
me and I lowered my eyes with embarrassment. He began to mutter almost
inaudibly..."A dream...Gotta be a dream," he said over and over again. I
felt terrible. I had seduced the best friend I had in the world in a false
female form under false pretenses, for basically my own selfish reasons.
Now had come the time to pay the piper. As a man, Ron was somebody I relied
upon to return my friendship without question; as a woman, I not only found
him to be someone I felt comfortable showing my vulnerabilities to, but also
a wonderful, passionate lover. I didn't want to lose either of him!
While he still sat with his back against the wall, muttering his "Gotta be a
dream" mantra over and over again, I scrambled out of the bed, walked over
to the flask he had laid on the dresser, took a long pull off of it, then
tossed it over to him. Without taking his eyes off of me, he opened it and
gulped down enough to pickle an elephant. I returned to the bed, sat cross
legged on it, and put a pillow over the important parts of my nakedness.
"Better?" I asked him. He just sat there, his eyes locked onto mine, his
head shaking back and forth, back and forth. I unclipped the remaining
earring from my left ear. "It's these," I said, searching the covers and
finding the other one that was responsible for my current predicament. I
held them up close to him so that he could see what I was talking about.
"They do pretty incredible things, man," I said with a sardonic smile on my
face. "I found 'em on the island, tried them out, and, um...one thing lead
to another..." my voice trailing off at the end. "I'm sorry, boss...I
didn't mean for you to ever find out, " I said with my head shaking in
apology. For the first time in a while, I saw a momentary gleam of
coherency in his eyes. He started to speak, couldn't find the words at
first, then continued, "You mean you...You're really...It really was you
that I..." "Um-humm," I said with a slight nod of my head. Ron moved a hand
toward the earrings that I was holding out, then drew it back quickly. "No
way...can't be...How?...No...Gotta be a dream, gotta be a dream," he said,
taking another healthy tug off the flask. I could tell we were getting
nowhere fast at this rate, so I decided to take a little more drastic
action. "Want me to prove it to you?" I asked. Ron just sat there shaking
his head muttering, "Can't be...no way...no way." I clipped on one of the
earrings, looked at him and said, "I hope this doesn't blow your gasket
completely," then clipped on the other one. I felt the familiar sensation
of transformation with all the pullings, tightenings, expansions and
withdrawals, and in seconds, I was once again the woman he knew as Amber.
"Oh my God...Oh my God!" he wailed as I tried to take on a comforting
feminine look of sympathy. He put his hands over his eyes as I got up off
the bed to go to him. I could feel the fairly familiar, but still strange
bounce of my breasts as I padded over to the wall where he sat. I bent down
to him and placed my soft tiny hands on his, gently tugging them away from
his eyes. He looked into my beautiful female face and I smiled at him.
"It's okay," I said, taking his handsome face in my hands and looking him
straight in the eye, "you're not nuts. I'm real, and I'm just who you think
I am. Now pull yourself together and lets talk about this!" I felt a brief
triumphant flash when I saw him set his jaw, purse his lips, and begin
nodding his head in agreement.
For the next half hour, we sat on the bed across from each other, him in a
chair, paying rapt attention to every detail of the story I told him, me on
the bed, trying to find the best words possible so as not to make him want
to kill me! It was interesting that I felt more comfortable sharing my
story with him as a woman instead of his more familiar male buddy. Perhaps
it was because I knew that I could talk more intimately with him in a half
hour as a female than I had ever talked with him in a lifetime as a man.
Finally, I heard myself saying, "So because I knew that you were such a nice
guy to me when I was a man, I thought that you would be perfect to try out
as a woman." "I'm sorry I put you through this," I said, my voice lowering
to a whisper. "I never meant for it to end this way..." and, incredibly, I
felt my eyes filling with tears. I couldn't remember the last time I
actually cried, but in this body, in this situation, it was something that
came totally natural to me. I dabbed at my eyes with a tiny feminine hand,
and then, even more remarkably, I watched as Ron stood up from the chair and
sat down next to me on the bed, stretching a comforting arm around my small
shoulders. I lay back into him, my tears flowing freely now, and grasped
him around his chest, squeezing him with all the minuscule feminine strength
I had. "It's okay," I heard him say through my sobs, "It's okay,
Amb...Jeez, I don't know what to call you." I sniffed daintily, then turned
my face up to his and said with a pout, "Amber...I'm Amber right now."
"Okay, Amber. Okay," he said comfortingly, gently stroking my moist cheek.
I sat up, giving him a look of gratitude. "Thanks, Ron," I said with a
final sniff, "Thanks for being so understanding." We both straightened up
from our intimate positions, and looked at each other. I cocked my head at
him and said, "So..." "No. Wait," he said, "There's just one thing I can't
quite figure out." "What's that?" I said. "Well, don't take me wrong,
but...Were you gay when you were a man? I mean, did you think about me..."
"No, no!" I said, stopping him before he could finish. "It's these
earrings...They change everything! Body, feelings...desires." He shook his
head in amazement at me. "That's incredible, but so is everything about
this whole thing! Are you sure that you weren't..." Almost without
thinking, I yanked my earrings off before he ended his sentence. The world
went black for a second, and then I was again a man. Ron looked a little
shaken by my transformation, but nothing like the basket case he had been
the first time it happened. "Here!" I said in my accustomed baritone,
offering the earrings to him. "Give it a whirl!" He looked at them
distrustfully and made no move to take them from me. "Here!" I said a
little more firmly, opening his hands so I could force him to take them.
"You'll never completely understand unless you try it for yourself!" He took
a deep breath and let it out with a dubious sigh, then nodded his head in
determination. Just as he was about to clip them on, I stopped his hands.
"Wait," I said. "Before you do it, I want you take a good look at me." I
stood up and turned around in all my male nude glory. "Now, do you see
anything you like? Anything that turns you on?" I asked forcefully. "Yuck,
no!" he said with a laugh. "No offense, but I much prefer Amber to you."
"Okay, then," I said with a grin, "Now you can put them on."
It was incredible to actually watch someone else besides myself change from
a well-built, almost strapping man, into a petite alluring woman. I gazed
in awe as I saw Ron's broad chest shrink and soften, two beautifully shaped
breasts taking the place of his hard male nipples; his face changing from a
masculine visage with a nearly permanent five-o'clock shadow, to a soft
feminine pouty lipped woman's with high cheekbones and pencil thin eyebrows.
His body shrank and contorted before my eyes, shapely smooth legs replacing
hairy male ones, soft feminine arms and hands taking over from pronounced
biceps and rough thick fingers. The new goddess's head was thrown back as
the final change began, and I stared in amazement as his flaccid penis first
pulled inside two womanly thighs, then reshaped itself into a glistening,
nearly hairless vagina. I heard her gasp in a tiny female voice as she came
back to consciousness. Her adorable wide eyed expression of wonder as she
explored her new body was the very picture of girlish innocence. I felt
myself becoming aroused as she fondled her new prominent breasts,
experiencing for the first time as I had not so long ago, just exactly what
delightful sensations they created in her. She was beautiful, but I noted
with interest, she was not the same woman I became when I put on the magical
earrings. She was a little taller than my female self, a little bustier,
and her face perhaps a little more worldly looking than mine. All in all,
she was beauty in extreme with her long mane of auburn hair cascading over
her small shoulders almost all the way to her tiny waist. I was almost
hypnotized simply by looking at her, and I nearly jumped when I heard a
small delicate voice say, "I see what you mean." I moved my gaze from her
breasts to her face which was smiling at me. "What do you think, angel?" I
asked gently. "I'm kind of ashamed to say," the nymph responded. Then she
crinkled her button nose in an adorable look of confusion. "Everything
feels so different...so soft and small.. so... different!" she said,
trying to find the right words. She tossed her head, her long hair swirling
over her shoulders and covering her beautiful breasts. She smoothed it back
over her neck, then glanced up and saw a hint of her reflection in the
mirror. She got up delicately, and moved slowly toward it. I watched in
appreciation at how her perfect hips swayed as she walked away. She stood
staring at her reflection for a full minute before turning to me and saying,
"Is this really me?" "Yes, ma'am," I responded instantly. "And personally
speaking, I think it's a real improvement over that other guy!" She giggled
marvelously...In all my years of knowing Ron, I could not ever recall a time
when he actually giggled! She resumed looking at herself in the mirror,
doing almost exactly the same things that I had done myself on first
inspection. She examined herself from the rear, nodding with appreciation,
then took on a few provocative model poses. I grinned and shook my head in
approval at my drastic experiment having proved so successful. I decided to
take one more chance then. I came over to her and stood behind her,
grasping her around her tiny waist. A brief look of disgust crept over her
face, but turned into something else entirely as my hands worked their way
up her slender torso to cup her breasts. I heard a distinctly unmasculine
moan escape her pouty lips as I squeezed her hard nipples gently, then
turned her in my arms to kiss her. Ron had always been the first one of us
to try new things or take on difficult challenges, and this time was no
different. In minutes, my male buddy had taken on the characteristics of a
sexually deprived female nymphomaniac! I almost felt inadequate to the task
of satisfying her. She couldn't get enough of me, and I couldn't get enough
of her. She wanted to try virtually all the sexual positions ever described
to her, ultimately deciding on a "doggie style" variation with me taking her
from behind while she lay on her side. It was heaven to hear the dainty
growls and wails of pleasure coming from her as I pounded in and out for all
I was worth!
After nearly two hours of non-stop experimentation, we finally took a break.
She nestled in the crook of my arm as we gently caressed one another, not
bothering to speak. Finally, she looked at me seriously, and said in a
small voice, "What happens now?" In all honesty, I had thought about this
very question ever since my earring had come loose at that inopportune time.
"Now, my love," I said, tracing the wonderful curve of her tiny chin with a
finger, "Now, I think we move in together and become the happiest husband
and wife, wife and husband, ever seen on the face of this planet or any
other!" "I think I love that idea, 'Amber'," she said with a giggle as she
squeezed my depleted cock with her tiny hand. "Why thank you, 'Ron'," I
said, taking a firm breast in my mouth to stifle my laughter!.....And so we
did...
Epilogue:
This week, I'm Amber on Monday, Wednesday and Saturday night, and Ron is
"Tina" on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Sunday night. Neither one of us is
willing to concede the unequal night to the other, so next week I get to be
Amber for four nights and he gets to be Tina for three. Just as I predicted
lo those many months ago in a small motel room in a non-descript town, we
are the happiest couple (or is that foursome?) on the face of this planet
or any other! Ron and I plan to go back to the island during Christmas
vacation this year. In addition to doing further exploration in hopes of
discovering new artifacts, we also plan to set up our own private version of
a shrine to those mystical Aztecs who have brought us such happiness. I
wonder who will be in attendance when we "dedicate" our little holy gift of
gratitude? I hope it will Amber, but then again, Tina is always such fun at
parties!
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