Happy  Birthday

                                                          by  Michelle  Lurker


Jeff sat reading under a tree by the football field.  The sun was warm on his
face as he leafed through the film magazine he was reading.  It was a
wonderful day, he thought, and began reading an article on a new director
when the sun was blotted out.  He looked up, to see an incredible specimen of
femininity.  She was lean and athletic, but had the curves of a woman much
more mature than her seventeen years.  Long naturally curly blond hair hung
around her sweet features.  She wore a cheerleader's uniform, it's short
pleated skirt showing off much of her voluptous legs.  She smiled at Jeff,
and he smiled back.  He had seen this sight unnumerable times before, but was
always stunned.  He gathered his things, stood up, and said, "Ready to go?"

"Sure", replied the girl.  Heather was her name, and she and Jeff had been
friends as long as they both could remember.  He had watched her develop from
an akward tomboy into a beautiful girl, perhaps the most beautiful of all the
girls at Central High.  Heather was popular, and dated many of the `A-crowd'
guys.  There was not a social event at the high school that was complete if
she was not invited.

Jeff, on the other hand, was not quite so popular.  Of slim build, he was an
attractive enough guy, but just seemed incapable of success with women (`Hit
the gym', Heather had told him often, `You're a good looking guy, you just
need to work out a bit...').  He, too, was present at most of the better
parties, but he knew that was only because he was Heather's friend.  He often
ended up alone in the kitchen, holding his drink and trying not to look
awkward.  The guys Heather dated were begrudgingly polite to him, and he knew
it.

Still, the two were close friends.  They shared a bond that Heather's
boyfriends resented.  When his few male friends at school would ride him
about knowing such a babe and not getting anywhere with her, he would merely
reply that they were `just friends'.

While that was true, there was also another reason.  Jeff did not find
himself attracted to girls.  Not that he was attracted to men, but as all his
friends began to discover the opposite sex Jeff was bewildered.  When he
looked at girls he noticed something else...

Jeff was eight when he looked up `transvestite' in the dictionary.  He had
always, as long as he could remember, been interested in women's clothing.
When he had the chance, which was not nearly often enough, he would try on
some of his sister's things.  He was always disappointed by the way they fit.
He found himself wondering, fantasizing even, about what it would be like to
be a girl, and have all those wonderful dresses, skirts, and blouses fit him
properly.  He didn't consider this being gay, but he was rather unsure of
his sexuality, or even if he had one at all.

The two friends got into Jeff's car.  Heather had been talking about
cheerleading practice, Jeff was absently listening while wondering what it
felt like to wear a cheerleader's uniform with those silky white panties
underneath...

"Jeff," Heather said, "Hello?  I asked you a question."

"What, oh sorry, I was thinking about something else..."

"What I was saying is when is your family party going to end?" Jeff's
birthday was the next day, and every relative whom he either didn't know
about or care to know were coming over to his house for dinner.  "There is a
party at the reservoir, why don't you drop by after?"

"Oh...  it'll go late.  I guess I won't be able to make it."

"Too bad...  Cindy Meklersberg will be there." Cindy was a girl who had a
crush on Jeff.  She was a year his junior, and was on the cheerleading squad
with Heather.  While Jeff knew she was attractive, once again there was no
interest beyond that.  He liked the way she dressed, that was about all...

"Oh...", Jeff mumbled.

"Jeff...  I just don't get you sometimes.  Here's a really nice girl who
likes you, and you don't make an effort.  You have to work on these things,
you know." When Jeff pulled up to her house Heather reached into her purse
and pulled out an envelope.  "I guess if I won't see you on your birthday I
can give you your present now..."

Jeff looked at the envelope, and looked inside.  It contained a membership
for the local fitness club.  "Heather, I can't take this -- it's too
expensive..."

"Don't be silly, I make more than enough at my job to buy my best friend a
decent present for his birthday.  After a few months at the gym, you'll have
women dripping off you..."

Jeff looked at her, "I don't know...  well, thanks." Heather leaned over and
gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I worry about you sometimes, Jeff.  Well, happy birthday.  And don't forget,
if you can make it come to the party at the reservoir."

"I'll try," said Jeff, knowing he wouldn't.

                                 * * * *

The family dinner birthday party for Jeff was about as dry as those events
get.  It seemed the entire family clan was present, and while all of them
brought presents most had little interest in Jeff.  Still, he was forced by
his mother to sit in the front room and make achingly polite conversation.
The dinner itself could not have come sooner, and though it too moved along
at a snail's pace Jeff knew it would all soon be over.  He knew the event
that he dreaded most was at hand when his mother dimmed the dining room
lights.

The dining room was soon bathed in the glow of candles.  `Happy 18th Jeff'
screamed the cake in blue icing.  His relatives began a chorus of `Happy
Birthday' which seemed to emanate from Hell itself.  As the cake was placed
down before him he then heard a series of people calling `make a wish...'.
Jeff closed his eyes and thought.  For no particular reason he thought `I
wish I was Heather'.  He found this odd, for while he had fantasized about
being a girl, and even about being some of the girls from school, he had
never thought about his friend Heather that way.  Oh well, it's all just
silliness, he thought.

After the cake was consumed his relatives slowly began to clear out.  Jeff
chuckled inside when a few jokingly asked what he had wished for, knowing
what the look on their faces would be if they had known.  He finally stood
waving his last goodbye and closed the door.  His mother handed him his pile
of gifts and he carted them up to his room.  After brushing his teeth and
getting into his pajamas he picked up a paperback he had been reading.  Jeff
read a few paragraphs before dozing off to sleep.  His birthday wish was the
furthest thing from his mind...

                                 * * * *

Jeff had a very strange dream that night.  He was walking around a darkened
field with a bonfire in the middle.  He recognized a couple of faces from
school, and noticed a number of the guys looking at him.  He was at a party
of some sort...  the reservoir, he half knew/remembered.  Someone put his arm
around Jeff's shoulder, and when he looked it was Heather's boyfriend Ryan.
This seemed very normal to Jeff in his dream.  The two walked around, talking
to people from school (Jeff couldn't really make out any of the conversation,
though), and after a while walked to Ryan's car.  In the dream Ryan looked at
Jeff for a minute, and slowly leaned forward.  His mouth touched Jeff's and
they kissed...

                                 * * * *

When Jeff woke up the next morning he had quite the hangover.  He hadn't
remembered drinking, in fact he was almost sure he hadn't, but still felt
queasy and disoriented.  He looked at the bedspread...  this wasn't right.
As he looked around the room, he began to realize where he was...

`What the hell am I doing in Heather's room?' he almost said out loud.  God
did his head hurt.  He looked around, but could see no sign of his friend.
He was thinking things over when he heard a shout from downstairs...  it was
Heather's mom.

"Heather..."

Jeff knew that Heather's mom (her maiden name was Beaumont, thought Jeff, why
do I know that?)  knew he and Heather were only friends, but finding him
asleep in her bed might not go over too well.  He had to hide.

"Heather..."

She was coming up the stairs, and Jeff knew her destination was this room.
He jumped out of bed, and began to slowly make his way to the bedroom closet.
When he passed the dresser mirror he saw something that made him freeze in
his tracks...

Staring at him with unbelieving eyes was his friend Heather.  Wearing a silk
chemise, and possessing every firm, curvaceous inch he knew her to have, she 
stood in the mirror before him.  A wisp of blond hair was hanging in front of 
her deep blue eyes that conveyed the sense of alarm that Jeff was feeling.  She
occupied the exact space that he did, only in reverse.  Jeff couldn't move
for a second, but when he did he was shocked by what he saw...

As he moved his arm so did the girl in the mirror.  When he ran his hands up
to his chest, not only did he see the girl in the mirror do the same, but he
felt the soft mounds of flesh in his hand that he saw reflected.  He ran one
hand to his crotch and his reflection obliged.  "My god...", he said, this
time aloud.

"Heather, there you are..." It was Heather's mom, standing in the doorway of
her room.  "Young lady, do you plan to sleep away the whole day or are you
going to help me cleaning this house?" she asked, oblivious to the fact that
what she thought was her daughter was in fact her male friend Jeff.
"Well..."

Jeff opened his mouth to speak, but could say nothing.  He looked back to the
mirror, at the beautiful girl standing there, and everything went black.

Jeff laid in bed, eyes closed, thinking about everything.  He had blacked
out, unable to comprehend what was happening.  When he woke up he at first
had thought it some incredible dream he had experienced, but his reflection
in the mirror had not changed.  As far as the mirror was concerned, he WAS
his friend Heather.  Her mother had helped him into bed and brought him a
glass of water and some aspirins.  "Heather Ann...", she had said, "You know
I don't mind you drinking if you keep it under control..." If only my biggest
problem was a hangover, thought Jeff.

He had fallen asleep without saying a word, still afraid that when he spoke
he would hear that voice that he was all too familiar with.  Now he woke up
again, and without opening his eyes he knew that nothing had changed since he
had woke up last.  The hangover was essentially gone, but the sensations that
did remain were as disorienting as any hangover he had ever had.

Under the quilt that he slept under he could sense his body.  He felt the
soft silk of the chemise he, or Heather rather, had worn to sleep.  He could
feel the new distribution of tissue, the feeling of his breasts, and the
absence of a familiar sensation between his legs.  He felt his long curly
blond hair against his shoulders and face.  He opened his eyes, and sat up.
Looking in the dresser mirror he saw nothing had changed.  He was still,
apparently, that wonderful specimen of femininity he knew as Heather Allen.

Jeff's staring was interrupted by Heather's mom coming into the bedroom.
"So, you're awake now," she said, "Feeling better?"

Jeff forced a response, "A little..."

"Well, I guess the only way to learn not to overindulge is by sleeping off a
tough hangover.  Maybe next time you'll think twice before drinking so much."

"Yeah," said Jeff distractedly.

"Well, if you are feeling better now you'd better get up and get ready.  You
haven't forgotten about Uncle Charlie's, have you?"

Uncle Charlie was Heather's favorite uncle.  Jeff had met him once or twice,
and remembered him as being a nice guy.  "No," Jeff said, still amazed by
hearing Heather's voice speak the words.  We are going over to Uncle
Charlie's for dinner, he thought, to celebrate...  his new job?  Jeff
couldn't remember Heather telling him this, but as he thought about it it
became clearer.

"Well, then, you'd better get into the tub.  We're leaving in about two
hours." Heather's mom got up and left the room.

Jeff was confused.  He didn't know where the knowledge of Uncle Charlie's
promotion had come from, but it was there nonetheless.  The more he thought
about it the clearer it became.  He pushed the thought away, and figured he'd
better get ready.  Until he could figure out this mystery he'd go along with
it as best he could.  As he was getting out of bed a plush teddy bear rolled
onto the floor.  Jeff picked it up, and suddenly had an image of Heather's
boyfriend Ryan.  It was hazy, but as he looked at the bear images became
clearer.  He closed his eyes and felt a warmth spread over him, thought of
something that made him blush, and quickly put the bear down.  It's eyes
seemed to follow him as he went into the bathroom.

                                 * * * *

Jeff and Heather were close, but he had never seen her naked.  With the bath
running, he stared at himself in the mirror.  He almost felt it wasn't right
to see her without clothes, but he couldn't figure a way to get bathed while
still wearing the chemise.  He slowly pulled it over his head, and slid off
the panties he was wearing.  What he saw in the mirror made him stop and
stare...

He knew Heather was a beautiful girl, but to see her this way made him gasp.
Her body was firm, toned by years of gymnastics and aerobics.  Her breasts
stood proudly from her chest, probably C-cup, Jeff thought.  Her nipples were
standing erect, probably from the excitement Jeff felt.  Her tummy was flat,
and her hips shapely.  Her long, supple legs ended at a perfectly shaped V of
blond hair.  Good God, thought Jeff, I'm beautiful...  No, he stopped himself,
Heather is beautiful.  This is her body, not mine.  Until I can figure out
this whole experience I am merely a caretaker.  He still couldn't suppress a
smile at the lovely girl in the mirror.  He turned, stopped the faucets, and
slid into the bath.

                                 * * * *

Bathing was an awkward experience.  Jeff was trying to remain as objective and
non-sexual as possible while lathering and cleansing Heather's ample curves.
He thought of anything but her, but still could not prevent himself from
loving the exquisite luxury of the warm bath.  He got out, quickly drying
himself off, and threw on the terrycloth bathrobe he found (knew?)  in one of
the cabinets.

He stood in the bedroom, wondering what to wear.  Though he was trying to
remain as objective about the situation as possible he couldn't help wonder
in anticipation what it would feel like to try on her clothes.  Jeff reached
into the top right drawer and pulled out a pair of high-cut lacy panties and
a matching lace bra.  Dropping off his robe, once again marveling at the
sight of the girl in the mirror, he slid on the panties.  He took the bra,
and after a few tries put it on properly.  The image of his friend, dressed
only in lacy feminine underthings was almost more shocking than seeing her
body naked.  He tried not to think about it, and went to another dresser
drawer to select a rib-knit black turtleneck, a short tan-print wrap skirt,
and some black tights.  He had seen Heather wear this outfit many times, and
thought she looked good in it.

He pulled on the tights, loving their feel as they rubbed across his silky
legs.  Next came the turtleneck.  Jeff pulled it over the long blond hair,
and down over Heather's impressive bustline.  While pulling the long hair
from the collar Jeff noticed how clingy the top was, and how much it showed
off the female form beneath.  He then wrapped the skirt around his waist and
did up the small belt.  He looked at himself in the mirror.  Once again he
saw his friend, but that was coupled with a sense of joy at being able to
dress in women's clothing, and to have a body which allowed him to do so so
convincingly.  Looking at his new, near-perfect features he realized he
needed makeup.

Jeff had never applied makeup before, but once he began it all came so
naturally.  He felt almost detached from himself as he watched the girl in
the mirror make herself up.  When he was finished the end product was exactly
as Heather would have done.  Grabbing a small brown leather purse, and
completing his outfit with brown leather flats Jeff walked downstairs, trying
not to enjoy the way his skirt felt or the delicious swing of his now female
rear as he moved...

                                 * * * *

When Jeff, and Heather's parents got to Uncle Charlie's everything was
accompanied by a sense of strangeness, deja vu almost.  Jeff had never been
there before in his life, but if he looked at something long enough he almost
had to block out the flow of memories which would wash through his mind.
Even Uncle Charlie himself, a person Jeff may or may not have remembered had
he met on the street a day ago, became familiar.  Jeff was dazed by the whole
experience.  His daydreaming was cut short by his Uncle's voice...

"...do you remember that Heather?"

Jeff looked at the man for a few seconds before realizing that he was
addressing him.  "What was that?  Sorry..."

"She was at a party last night, and I think she had one too many...",
Heather's mom interjected.

"Or two or three...", her Dad continued.

Uncle Charlie chuckled, "She's an Allen alright.  I was just remembering the
time I took you to the fair when you were, what, six?"

Jeff looked at the man, not having the foggiest idea what he was talking
about.  And then, it happened...  like someone turning on a movie projector
Jeff's mind was filled with images of a young girl (himself) and her Uncle.
The taste of cotton candy was in his mouth, and he could smell the diesel oil,
candy cane smell of the midway.  Jeff felt a warm flow of happiness come over
him.  He stared for a second, "Yeah...  I remember it now."

"Well, they're tearing it down this summer for a housing developer.  Too
bad."

"No, really?" Jeff was feeling a sense of loss for a carnival he had never
been to in his life.

"Yeah...", said his Uncle, and the conversation moved away to other things.
Jeff was still shocked at the flow of memories that came from nowhere.  All
through dinner similar experiences occurred to him, though none as intense as
the memory of the carnival.

When they finally were leaving Jeff turned to look at Heather's Uncle.  He
felt such love for this man he barely knew.  Without knowing why he jumped up
and gave his Uncle a peck on the cheek, "I love you, Uncle Charlie."

His Uncle looked surprised, and waved goodbye.

                                 * * * *

Jeff wandered up to Heather's (his he thought for a brief second) room and
got ready for bed.  Though it was only 10 o'clock on a Saturday night the day
had been very exhausting, and he was glad to be able to retreat to bed.  He
took off his skirt and clothes, keeping only his panties on, and carefully
folded them.  From another drawer he took out a lacy poet's shirt and put it
on.  He looked at his reflection in the mirror...  still the same beautiful
girl.

He couldn't stop himself from trying a few feminine poses in the mirror.  He
stood with one hand on his hip, then with his lips pouting, and then with his
hands holding his hair up behind his head.  I feel so pretty, he thought.
His little show ended when he heard Heather's mom call from downstairs...
"Heather, phone!"

Still enraptured by this sense of femininity and happiness he picked up the
receiver by his bed.  "Hello..."

The voice on the other end was hesitant, "Hello...  Heather...  we need to
talk."

Jeff felt cold shoot through his body, like someone had doused him with
ice-water.  He knew the voice.  It was his own...  Jeff didn't speak for
almost a full minute.  All the time he had been in his friend Heather's body
it didn't occur to him that HIS body was still out there, somewhere...

The voice, his voice, spoke again...  "Heather?  Are you there?"

"Yes...  Jeff?"

"Um, yeah...  I guess."

"What's the matter?"

"I'm not sure.  I haven't been feeling myself, so to speak."

Jeff was sure he had gone mad.  Here he was, in the body of his best friend,
having a conversation with himself.  Or someone who sounded just like
himself.  Jeff listened to his voice continue, "Heather, can we get together,
I need to talk to someone."

"Sure...  when?"

"I can be over in ten minutes..."

"Make it twenty." Jeff put down the receiver, and thought about nothing at
all for a while until he got up and put the outfit he had worn to Uncle
Charlie's back on.

                                 * * * *

As strange as it had been to wake up in an alien body, of the opposite sex
even, that experience seemed trivial to the feelings Jeff had while watching
himself (or his body at least) pull up in his car and walk to Heather's door.

Both were atypically silent as they drove around.  They drove to the beach,
and the body Jeff had known so intimately until this morning turned off the
engine.

"Heather...", the other Jeff started, "We have known each other for a long
time, right?"

Jeff, the one in Heather's body answered, "Yes."

"So, I can tell you anything, and you won't think I'm nuts?"

"Of, course..."

Jeff's old body sighed, "Well, here goes...  Heather, until this morning I
think I was you...  I know how crazy this sounds, but you have to believe
me...  I must be nuts."

Jeff looked at the image he had seen in the mirror his whole life, "Heather?"

His double looked like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders,
"Jeff?  What the hell has happened?"

It made sense, in a crazy sort of way.  He was in Heather's body, and it
seemed Heather was in his.  Jeff figured he had to be completely honest.  So
he told her the whole story, the cross-dressing, his fantasies, and his
birthday wish.  When he was finished he looked his face right in the eyes...
"I'm so sorry.  I hope you don't hate me..."

"No, how could you have known this would happen.  It was a birthday wish, for
Christ's sake.  I wish you would have told me about your...  leanings...
before.  I would have been there for you.  I guess it all makes sense now,
not being able to set you up with girls..."

"So, what do we do now?"

"I don't know.  Just continue living each other's lives until we can sort
this out.  Do you have...  recollections...  of things that you haven't done?
Things that happened to me?"

"Yes...  they come and go."

"Me, too.  They seem to come strongest at times when I need to know
something...  I hope that will be enough to get us through any situation that
requires excess information."

"What will we do in the long run?"

"I don't know.  I think I'll check around some occult stores to see if anyone
has information that can help."

They talked a bit more, but both were very tired, and decided to go home to
sleep.  As Jeff got out of the car Heather called to him, "Remember, though
you may already know this, you have cheerleading practice on Monday.  And
homework in math.  Oh, and I think Ryan was coming over tomorrow night to
watch a movie..."

"Yep, I already know all that.  I don't know how, but I do.  I guess I don't
have to tell you what is on your calendar?"

"Nope, it's all in here," Heather said, pointing at what until recently had
been Jeff's head, "I'll talk to you later, okay.  Bye."

Heather drove off with Jeff's car and his body.  Man, he thought, this is
weird.

                                 * * * *

Jeff walked into the house, and from the silence could tell that Heather's
Mom and Dad were asleep.  He quietly slinked up the stairs, and for the
second time that evening got dressed for bed.  He got into the strange bed,
pulled the covers up, and turned out the light.

He laid there, thinking about this incredible turn of events that life had
thrown him.  It was strange to believe this had all happened only that
morning.  In some ways it felt as though he had been this way all his life...

Heather had said to continue on as though nothing had happened until they
figured something out.  Laying there in the darkness Jeff realized something
for the first time...  What if there was nothing to figure out?  What if this
change was permanent?  The memories he kept acquiring would make the
transition be relatively easy, but was that what he wanted?  Was it fair to
Heather?  As objective as he was trying to be, he couldn't deny that he
liked, no LOVED, having this body.  The tits, curves, the pussy...  he wasn't
sure he wanted to give them up.  Just putting on the skirt and turtleneck
that afternoon confirmed how much he enjoyed wearing girls' things, and now
he had a body with which he could do it all the time.  But it wasn't his
body...

Jeff let the thoughts slip away, and stared into the darkness.  His neck was
very tense...  this had been a stressful day.  He reached up to massage it.
As he did a warm sense of comfort washed over his body, and soon he was
surprised to find that his hand had worked it's ministrations down from his
neck to his breast.  I shouldn't do this, he thought, but the feeling was too
wonderful.  He took both hands now and massaged his new breasts.  They felt
as if each had a million little pleasure centers within, turned on and off by
his touch.  He pushed them together, squeezed them, lightly caressed them,
played with his nipples...  all the time eliciting physical responses he had
never known before.  As he played with what used to be his best friend's tits
Jeff felt an eruption building within his body.  Soon a virtual explosion of
pleasure hit him, not once, not twice, but three times.  Jeff had never felt
anything like this as a man, and was slightly dazed by the female orgasms
which had overtaken him.

Not satisfied with the experiments with his new body just yet, Jeff began to
play with his breasts again.  He needed none of the `down time' that he did
when he masturbated as a boy...  this body was rearin' to go again.  While
massaging a breast with one hand, he slowly crept his other towards his
groin.  The sensation of the silky panties he was wearing increased his
arousal.  He slipped his hand under the panties, and began to probe around
his new sex.  Slowly he inserted one, then two fingers into his vagina.  He
quickly found his clit, and began to massage it in concert with the massaging
of his breast.  While he did this the eruption of pleasure began to build
once again, this time accompanied by mental images...

Jeff's head was filled with images of Ryan, Heather's boyfriend.  At first he
thought, `I'm not gay...', and pushed the images away.  But they were
persistent, and Jeff soon realized that by focusing on them his pleasure
actually increased!  He began to imagine (remember?)  Ryan naked, and the
sight of his hard cock.  As his masturbatory pace quickened, Jeff fantasized
about Ryan pumping his manhood deep into his new vagina, faster and faster...

Jeff was whisked away to a new plateau of pleasure.  In his fantasy he
screamed Ryan's name, and said `Fuck Me!  Fuck me like the girl I am...  the
girl I want to be forever...'.  The wave of pleasure hit again, this time a
tsunami of epic proportions.  Jeff shuddered as he lost count of the orgasms
that shook him.  When they finally died down, he was in a daze.  He fell
asleep with thoughts of Ryan's hard cock on his mind, and a smile on his
lips.

                                 * * * *

Jeff woke up to a bright Sunday morning.  He was confused for a moment, but
soon gained his bearings.  He got out of bed with a smile, and walked to the
bathroom to have a shower.  Pausing before he stepped into the warm stream of
water he looked at himself in the mirror, he was still amazed at the body he
now possessed (even if it was only for a short time).  When done showering and
toweling off his hair Jeff went back into his room to decide on an outfit to
wear.  Every Sunday we dress in our best clothes, thought Jeff, that's the way
we've always done it.  And anyway, Ryan was coming over for dinner.

He selected a navy skirt, white blouse, navy stockings, and a pair of navy
pumps.  From his, or rather Heather's, lingerie drawer he selected the
frilliest silk panty and bra set he could find, a matching white camisole and
half slip, and a white lace garter belt.  Jeff licked his lips in
anticipation of stepping into these wonderful wisps of feminine finery.

Jeff put on each underthing slowly, almost excruciatingly, a strip tease in
reverse, loving the sensation each garment caused on his skin.  The garters
were like second nature...  he soon had the navy stockings rolled up his firm
legs and fastened.  He pulled up the skirt, tucked in the blouse, and
adjusted his slip.  Looking at himself (herself, he thought, it is a girl's
body after all) in the mirror he decided to try wearing his hair up...  and
found it as yet another skill he had.  He did his makeup, once again adjusted
his clothes, and looked in the mirror.

Before him was such a vision of female perfection he could not believe it was
his own reflection.  Well, Heather's.  Jeff felt a surge of feminine
satisfaction with his appearance wash over his emotions.  I love having tits
and a pussy, and I wish I could stay this way forever, he thought as he
closed his eyes.  Maybe Heather will like being a boy...

He forgot about his little problem as he was caught up again in his
reflection.  Adjusting his breasts in the bra, and deciding everything was
okay, he decided to go downstairs.  Ryan, he thought to himself, you'll never
knew what hit you...

Jeff caught a glimpse of himself as he walked by the hall mirror.  This new
body he was in, which was his friend Heather's until yesterday morning, moved
with such feminine grace he was amazed.  His outfit didn't hurt, either.
Tight short navy skirt, white blouse, and underneath it all a selection of
fine lingerie that felt sensuous against his soft skin.  How could you not
move like a woman when dressed like that?

Ryan, Heather's boyfriend, was at the door.  He was coming to have Sunday
dinner with the family, as he often did.  Jeff greeted him at the door with a
kiss, and instead of being repulsed by kissing another boy he actually liked
it.  As he was hanging up Ryan's coat he was making small talk, asking about
work, his family, etc.  Jeff hadn't known any of this information until
moments before, but was now used to the flow of memories from Heather's life
into his brain.  Though he hadn't forgot that he was in fact Jeff, he had
found himself feeling like Heather at times.

Dinner was pleasant, and conversation was easy.  Jeff found that the more
time he spent in this body the faster the memories came.  While only
yesterday at his Uncle Charlie's, rather Heather's Uncle Charlie's, there was
often a lag between a comment and the associated memory.  Thoughts now
entered his mind so quick that they seemed as though they had been there all
his life.  The family ate dinner, sat around and talked a bit over coffee,
and Heather and Ryan excused themselves to `go for a drive'...

                                 * * * *

They parked at a secluded spot where they often went.  There was none of the
awkward fumbling of a first time kiss between them, as Jeff felt very
comfortable pressing his lips against Ryan's.  Ryan's tongue soon searched
out Heather's mouth, and Jeff was more than accommodating to his advances.
Ryan's hands were massaging Heather's breasts, undoing her top, feeling her
inner thigh -- Jeff was lost in a symphony of pleasure as his boyfriend
(Heather's boyfriend he thought, though only for a second) explored his body.
Jeff reached down to the impressive lump in Ryan's jeans, and freeing his
penis from his Levi's began to caress it to full erection.

Jeff (or Heather, it was becoming hard to distinguish in Jeff's mind) slowly
brought his now half-naked body down to a position where he was eye-to-eye,
so to speak, with Ryan's member.  Heather's perfect lips formed an `O' and
wrapped themselves around Ryan's fully erect cock.  Jeff licked up and down
the shaft, increasing his tempo until his long blond hair was flailing
wildly.  Ryan brought his hand to the back of Heather's neck and caressed her
hair.  Jeff could feel Ryan tensing, but he knew he would take him in the
mouth, as Heather always did.  The hot cum exploded into his mouth, and Jeff
sucked away every last drop.  Heather, he thought, you nasty little girl...

Ryan played with Heather's breasts and pussy, preparing her for the main
event, as he himself built up the energy to go on.  Heather was totally naked
now, except for the stockings and garter belt, which she kept on, knowing
Ryan like it.  Soon Ryan's penis was fully erect again, and they were ready
to continue their lovemaking.  Ryan remained seated, sliding to the passenger
seat, while Heather mounted him.  The pleasure of feeling Ryan penetrate
Heather's pussy was multiplied for Jeff as he felt the wave of memories of
past lovemaking enter his head.  The two looked at one another, their eyes
locked, Ryan's hands on Heather's hips, and began their slow gyration.
Heather's firm, athletic body seemed to have been created for one purpose --
sex.  The undulations of flesh as she slid up and down Ryan's impressive cock
sent shocks of pleasure everywhere in her body.  Jeff's pleasure center
seemed to have overloaded.  Their movement increased in speed, faster, and
faster.  Jeff tightened Heather's pussy muscles as their movement
intensified.  "Oh Ryan, fuck me, harder, harder," Jeff screamed, "Yes, yes, I
love you...  I love you..."

The orgasm that shook Jeff was greater than any he had ever experienced, or
had honestly thought possible.  He seemed to black out for a brief second,
lost in the pleasure, only to be brought back by the entirely new sensation
of Ryan's cock shooting cum deep into his vagina.  The two collapsed against
one another, Ryan still inside Heather, and kissed for a while.  Ryan looked
at his girlfriend, "Heather, that was the best, ever..."

Jeff didn't reply, but merely smiled and kissed him again.

                                 * * * *

Jeff woke Monday morning feeling a torrent of emotion.  He was very much
enjoying his experience as Heather, but was screwing her boyfriend going too
far?  He decided to tell her, but at the right time.  School itself had been
a source of concern, as Jeff was wondering how he could pull off the charade,
but Heather had been right about the memories.  They came whenever Jeff
needed to know something, to the point he was even answering questions and
instigating discussion in class.

After school he found himself in the girl's locker room, getting ready for
cheerleading practice.  Any boy his age would have killed to be in this room,
watching the best looking girls in school get dressed.  Jeff found no such
interest, hell, he WAS one of the best looking girls at school.  His
attention was focused on the uniform.  He could not remember how many times
he had dreamt of trying one on, and here he was pulling the short pleated
skirt up his long silky legs.  The top exposed a few inches of flat tummy,
and Jeff was exhilarated with his appearance.  Practice itself was tough, but
Jeff loved every minute of it.

When practice was over a familiar face was waiting for him in the parking
lot.

                                 * * * *

"How have things been going?" asked Heather.  She was still in Jeff's body,
as he was still in her's.

"Okay, actually," Jeff replied, "I haven't had any embarrassing pauses, the
memories seem to be coming faster, actually..."

"Same here.  I am going to drive to an occult store over in Rockford tomorrow
and see if there is anything that can help us..."

"Yeah," said Jeff, barely containing the sadness in his voice.  The thought
that all this would have to end was one he didn't want to contemplate.  He
sat in silence for the rest of the ride home.

                                 * * * *

The rest of the week went by in a blur.  Jeff didn't see Heather at all that
week, and wondered what was happening with their `problem'.  That became less
of a concern as the week passed, and Jeff experienced more and more as
Heather.  Every day was an adventure, and Jeff loved playing the Heroine.
The nights, well, they were good, too...

Soon it was Friday, and Jeff's highschool was playing football.  Jeff was
nervous, not about passing as Heather anymore, but just a general nervousness
about his performance cheerleading.  He had no reason to worry.  The squad
worked perfectly, cheering on the team to a 21-20 last second victory.  Jeff
was overwhelmed by the drama of the moment, and he and the other girls on the
squad talked about it (that and the biological traits of some of the players)
incessantly on the way back to their showers.  When Jeff was cleaned, and in
his civvies (he wore very short cutoff jeans, a sleeveless white blouse tied
in a knot over his belly button, and tan cowboy boots) he gathered his purse
and went outside to find Ryan waiting for him.

They got into Ryan's car, and after a quick kiss drove to the reservoir,
where the victory party would be happening.  By the time they arrived it
seemed every kid from school was there.  Heather, being a cheerleader, was
one of the centers of attention for people at parties.  Jeff held tight to
Ryan all the time, letting any guy know that she was content where she was.
Finally, Ryan went to talk with some of his friends from the football team,
and Jeff went to look for his friend Heather.

He looked far and wide, pausing to make small talk with people from school
and making inquiries after `Jeff'.  No one had really remembered seeing him,
though one person did see his car in the parking lot.  Jeff wandered over
and, yes, recognized the old car.  He was about to walk up to it when he saw
the side door open, and his old body (now inhabited by Heather) get out.
That would not have shocked him, but the next thing he saw did.  Getting out
after Heather, buttoning up her sweater was Cindy Mecklersberg!  The girl who
had a crush on me, Jeff thought.  Heather and Cindy met in a passionate kiss
for a moment, and she excused herself.

Jeff noticed Heather staring at Cindy as she walked away, and he knew that
stare all too well -- the `checking out her ass' stare.  He was in shock.  He
walked up behind Heather and spoke, "Nice ass, huh?"

"Yeah," Heather replied, distractedly, then spun to see who had spoke, "Oh
Jeff...  I...  nothing happened...  well, not too much..."

"I think we need to talk," said Jeff as they got into his old car.

                                 * * * *

"Well, when we last spoke I had planned to go and try to search out
information on how to solve our problem, remember?" Heather asked, looking at
Jeff.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Well, something came up, and next thing I knew I had to move it to the next
day, and something else came up, and pretty soon it didn't seem that urgent.
I figured I might as well try out how the other half lives, so to speak.  And
if what you told me about your crossdressing was true I thought, hey, you'll
probably like the extra time with a girl's body.

"But as time passed I found that I was beginning to like being a guy.  There
were so many options I had that I never had as a girl...  and my interests
seemed to be changing..."

"How so?" Jeff asked.

"Well, for one I went to the gym on the membership I bought you for your
birthday, and I loved it.  I mean I had always liked working out in my old
body, but now I had power...  you know, just me and the weight.  Listen to
me, I'm even talking like a guy.  And then there's Cindy..."

"No need to get into details...," Jeff said, "So, Heather, what are you
trying to tell me..."

"Well...," she stammered, "I don't know, even to ASK is so selfish...  but
hey, I might as well just say it.  Jeff, I want to remain a guy, if it's okay
with you.  Hey, who knows if there is anyway to fix this anyway.  If it's not
okay I'll scour every little shop in this part of the country to find an
answer, but, really, I'd rather just stay a guy...  if you don't mind being a
girl..."

Jeff stared at his old body, and before speaking grabbed it in a hug and
kissed Heather's cheek, "Oh yes...  I'd been hoping...  but yes, I'd love to
be a girl forever...  Heather, or I guess I should start calling you Jeff,
you are the best friend in the world...  are you sure?"

The new Jeff looked at the new Heather, "Hey, if you want those tits and that
ass, they're yours!" He winked as both began to laugh.

Heather, the new Heather, looked at Jeff and spoke, "I do have one thing to
tell you...  I sorta slept with Ryan, a few times in fact."

"Hey," said Jeff, "He is your boyfriend."

"Yeah, he is, isn't he..." Heather said with a smile.

                                 * * * *

The rest of the party went along wonderfully.  Heather caught up with Ryan,
and disappeared into his car for a while, and Jeff and Cindy continued to
explore one another in his car.  Heather and Jeff remained good friends,
often double dating with Heather's long-time boyfriend and Jeff's new
girlfriend.  Socially Heather remained as popular as ever, while Jeff was no
longer just `Heather's friend'.  He had begun to work out, and soon the
fruits of his work ethic appeared.  Girls began to notice him, and when Cindy
and he broke up he played the field quite widely.

It was a warm night in July, and Heather was getting ready for her birthday
party.  She had only had one eight months ago, but that was in her old body.
She stood there, clad only in panties and a bra, and surveyed the image.
Long blond hair curled down to her perfect shoulders, her legs long, sleek,
and supple, her hips luscious curves, her breasts firm and full.  With on hand
on her hip she was a vision of complete femininity, and she wouldn't have it
any other way.  She looked at the mirror and softly said "Happy Birthday,
Heather", and turned to get dressed.  She had to get ready Ryan, Jeff, and
some new girl Jeff was dating would be here to pick her up at any minute.

THE END