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Sheryl -- Part 1
by Laura Leigh
******
Michal began to awaken. Sunlight flooded through the drawn
curtains, filling her bedroom with the warmth of morning. She
stretched, spreading out across the smooth, cool sheets of her bed. She
remembered the night before, a night of lovemaking and deep passion.
Michal smiled; in mere days, she would soon have a new name.
Mrs. Cody Boyd. Michal liked the sound of those words.
She realized that she was alone. Cody was gone, and she could not
hear him elsewhere in the apartment. She called out, hoping he had not
left.
"Cody?" There was no response, but she heard a sound of movement
coming from behind the closed bathroom door. Michal rose from bed,
wrapped herself in her robe, and crossed over to the door. "Cody? You
okay?"
There was no answer. She tried the doorknob, only to find it
locked from inside. She began to worry. "Cody..." she began, a little
more insistently, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"
There was a muffled reply. "Uh uh."
"Then what is it? Open up."
"Uh uh."
The voice seemed strange; it was like Cody's yet unlike it also.
Michal wanted an answer. "Cody...open up or I'll call 911."
There was a pause of silence, broken by a strange voice from the
bathroom. "Go sit on the bed and I'll come out." Michal frowned; the
voice did not sound much like Cody. She moved away from the door and
took a seat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the answer to the odd
mystery.
The knob clicked with the metallic sound of a door being unlocked.
After a few seconds, it began to open.
Cody emerged from the bathroom, wearing only the dress shirt he had
worn the night before. Unbuttoned, it hung upon him strangely, as if it
no longer fit the same way. His skin seemed more ivory than before, his
cheekbones more prominent; he did not seem ill, just more slightly
built. Michal moved to him and guided him to the bed, where he laid down.
"What's wrong, Cody? Look at you...you look like..." She paused,
noticing that his chest and body no longer had the coverage of body hair
it had before. His skin was smooth and hairless, as if it were the
immature flesh of a child.
"I don't know," Cody began. "I woke up a couple of hours ago
because I had to take a leak...you know? I've been having these cramps
or something, like my insides are churning..." He closed his eyes as he
lied on his back, atop the sheets.
Oh, no, Michal thought. Not this --
"How do you feel now?"
"Tired. Sleepy. Like I just ran ten miles."
Michal stood. "You get some sleep. That's all you need...sleep."
She knew it was a lie, but he needed to hear it. It would make
what was to come easier on him.
Hours passed. Michal looked in on Cody every half hour and always
found him sleeping comfortably. As the noon sun beat down upon the
closed drapes of the bedroom, she walked in and found a upon him a
visage very familiar to her, yet also unfamiliar somehow.
Cody's features were much softer and more delicate than they had
been before. His skin was supple, his lips fuller and smoother than
they had been. He no longer had any beard stubble at all, and no
grayish indication of where a beard might be. His appearance was no
longer rugged; in both face and body, Cody had become quite androgynous.
Michal held his hand, and found it somewhat smaller and softer than
she remembered. His callouses were gone. Michal moved to the foot of
the bed and found that his feet also seemed smaller and now had a
distinct softness to them. The male hardness of his body had
disappeared. Michal saw the changes in her fiance, knowing that
something incredible was happening to him.
Mother! Damn it, not Cody. How could you...
Michal's mother possessed talents beyond science, beyond
understanding. She always had, as had all of her female ancestors back
in the old country of eastern Europe. Changing someone's sex was simple
for a woman of such talents, especially when changing that person would
ensure that he could never marry one's daughter, as was the case with
Cody. Michal's mother had never liked the young man, but Michal never
thought the woman would stoop to this to keep them apart.
Michal had seen her mother turn a boy into a girl twice before.
The first time, the boy was a neighboring, sixteen-year-old crossdresser
upon whom Michal's mother had taken pity once he had confided to her how
much he wanted to be a girl. His transformation had been wondrous and
utterly complete, and he joyfully embraced the new, female body the lady
next door had given him. The other time, a man of thirty-four had raped
a woman down the street but had managed to avoid prosecution due to a legal
technicality. Michal's mother had taken it upon herself to sentence
him with a punishment poetically fitting his crime.
Using her abilities, she forced him to spend the rest of his life
not just as a woman, but as a woman who walked the dark, nighttime
streets as a very busy, bargain-priced hooker.
In his sleep, Cody pulled one knee up and spread his thighs apart,
repositioning himself. In doing so he revealed his naked crotch to
Michal, barely hidden beneath the thin cotton weave of his shirt tail.
Michal looked toward it instinctively, and her glance intensified as she
realized that the configuration of shapes and shadows there beneath the
fabric had become -- wrong.
Michal leaned closer and slowly lifted the shirt tail, exposing his
genitals clearly. Michal's eyes beheld something that her mind did not
want to accept.
The huge male member she had felt within her the night before
during their lovemaking was gone. So were his testicles, leaving a
smooth, continuous contour in their place. A sparse growth of pubic
hair framed a new genital configuration.
It was a configuration all too familiar to Michal, for it was that
which she herself possessed.
Cody had attained a normal, healthy vulva. His clitoris and vaginal
lips were easily apparent in the light of the room, and Michal's gaze
focused upon the place where his vagina disappeared into the depths of
his abdomen. Its opening was wet; remembering her own puberty, Michal
knew that signified that the former boy could already function as a
sexually mature female. Michal, in denial, reached out and touched the
flower's soft, pink lips in order to prove its solidity to herself. It
was quite real. Cody, still asleep, moaned and moved slightly at her
touch. A subtle smile crossed his lips.
His moan was distinctly feminine.
Michal loved Cody deeply and wanted to marry him, but that was no
longer possible. Her mother had seen to that. What was happening to him
was irreversible. Cody would have to live out the rest of his life as a
woman.
Michal stood and backed away from the bed, her eyes locked upon the
new female sex organs warmly nestled between her boyfriend's legs.
Since he now had the same sexual equipment she had, never again could
they make love as man and woman. For the rest of his life -- or rather,
for the rest of her life -- Cody would have to take the same role during
sex that Michal had always enjoyed, spreading his thighs in order to
yield his vulnerable, waiting vagina to the penetration of some sexually
aroused man's erect, hard penis. It would be the only form of
intercourse normal for him now.
Michal took a deep breath and resolved to keep a cool head. She
looked again at Cody's face, in light of her discovery, and realized
that he was already quite pretty. Even without makeup, Cody looked
every bit as much like a girl as she did.
Michal gently lifted Cody's shirt and checked his chest, but she
found no breast development, not yet. Cody would take on all of the
secondary sex characteristics of a normal girl, and Michal knew that it
would happen before the day was over.
In a month, he would have his first period. Before that, he would
be capable of getting pregnant.
Michal chose not to wake him, hoping to spare him the shock of what
was happening for as long as possible. She walked into the living room
and sat on the couch, trying to gather herself and figure out what would
be the best way to handle the situation. Cody would be a twenty-year-
old girl by the time he woke up, and Michal knew she would need to be
there for -- her.
Another hour passed, and Michal walked quietly and apprehensively
back into the bedroom. Cody was still out, sleeping harder than ever.
Michal moved to his bedside, but before she got close she saw what the
past hour had wrought upon her boyfriend 's body.
His shirt was lying wide open. Cody's breasts had finished their
development and had become rounded, full and very generous in size, and
his nipples and areolas had become those of a mature female. His entire
body now had a classicly womanly shape; his shoulders and upper torso
had narrowed and his hips had widened, creating the unmistakable
hourglass figure of a well-built girl. His face was extremely pretty,
and he was still smiling slightly in his sleep, his visage one of
girlish sweetness. Michal wondered whether he was dreaming the dreams
of a man or of a woman.
Cody's nails had grown to an inch and a half in length, and were
very strong. His dark blond hair was long, very full, and shiny, and it
spread upon the pillow as it softly framed his face. It had grown well
beyond shoulder length, and Michal estimated that it would easily
cascade halfway down his back.
Michal's mouth hung open. Not only had Cody become a girl, but his
beauty was breathtaking. Michal's mind raced, and she struggled to
formulate her next move.
A plan solidified; she acted upon it.
The cool-headed girl ran into the bathroom and picked up a pink
storage tray containing her cosmetics and nail care items. She sat on
the bed next to the heavily-sleeping Cody and quickly decided upon the
look he should have. Then, starting with an emery board, Michal
expertly shaped his long nails. She finished them off with a couple of
coats of a glossy, deep red polish, and followed by doing his toenails
as well.
Cody's complexion was so flawless that he needed no foundation.
His brows had already diminished into classically feminine, perfectly-
shaped arches which swept attractively above each eye.
"Damn, Cody, you're lucky," Michal whispered to herself. "What I
wouldn't give to look like you..." Michal artistically applied subtle
eye shadows and eyeliner, then accented Cody's dark lashes with
mascara. She stroked blush onto his cheeks. With a lip brush, she
covered his full lips with a dark red lipstick she usually wore herself.
Michal lightly misted Cody with an expensive perfume she had
received for her birthday. Using scissors, she cut away the shirt he
had been wearing, then, leaving the naked woman alone in the apartment
for a moment, Michal threw the shirt and the rest of Cody's clothes into
a dumpster near her apartment. Scanning her place for any other
possessions of his, she found his car keys on the coffee table --
His car. She would have to hide it somewhere.
It took her twenty minutes to drive the car to a parking garage and
take a cab back home. She had little choice but to pay the monthly
storage fee for it until this bizarre situation had worked itself out.
Back home, she entered the apartment quietly. Thankfully, Cody was
still asleep. Michal looked upon the nude woman on her bed, hoping her
idea would ease the impossible feminine transition facing her former
fiance.
Continuing her plan, she took a pair of her own panties from the
dresser drawer and managed to slide them up Cody's smooth legs and
around his hips. Guessing at Cody's sizes, she left a bra, pantyhose,
and a dress on the bed, as if they had been laid there by an undressing
woman. Michal dropped a pair of her own high-heeled pumps onto the
floor next to the bed, after first making sure that they would fit
Cody's feet.
A couple of ladies' rings were slid onto Cody's fingers. A
delicate, femininely styled wristwatch went around his left wrist. A
purse, prepared with personal items, cash, and the cosmetics and perfume
Cody wore was placed on the bedside table. Michal took one final look
at the sleeping woman, checking for overlooked details, then went into
the living room to wait. A couple of hours ticked by.
It was done. Michal had outwardly completed Cody's transformation;
he was now as much a woman as if he had been born one. She knew from
past experience that he would awaken in a state of total amnesia, and
that it would be easy to convince the new girl that she had simply lost
her memory after a bout of heavy drinking. Cody would, of course,
believe that he had always been the girl he now was, and a few
suggestions would convince him that he was a girlfriend of Michal's.
Michal decided to name her Sheryl, after a friend Michal had known
in high school. Sheryl Lauren Parker, formerly Cody Boyd, had joined
the ranks of womanhood -- and her girlfriend Michal was going to make it
as easy for her as possible. Michal still loved her, and only she could
help her former fiance to adapt to her new, female existence.
Physically, Cody was female, but socially, she might need a little help.
Damn it, Mother, Michal thought. The woman had always been
violently opposed to their relationship, thinking that Cody was not good
enough for her daughter. Michal was angry at herself for not guessing
her mother's move, and even angrier that there was nothing she could do
to undo what her mother had done.
Finally, about four in the afternoon, Cody woke up. He felt
marvelously rested, with a feeling of inner well-being that filled him
with warmth and contentment. His eyes still closed, he stretched out on
the bed, enjoying the coolness of the smooth sheets beneath him. After a
few moments, he opened his eyes and realized that he was not familiar
with the room around him. He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of
the bed.
For an instant, a weight pulling against his chest felt odd and
unfamiliar -- but the next moment, the sensation seemed perfectly
natural and even enjoyable. He looked down to see the source of the
feeling, and found the large, supple breasts that blessed his body.
Cody felt pleased, filled with the self-esteem of a woman whose body was
well-shaped and sexually attractive. He stroked his nipples lightly
with his fingertips, noticing how lovely his nails looked against his
soft flesh. That's strange, he thought, I don't remember having my
nails done. They're so pretty, he thought --
Despite his pleasure in being female, his body somehow had a shadow
of unfamiliarity. Spreading his legs slightly, Cody reached down into
his panties and slowly ran the flat of his palm and fingers against the
smoothness of his soft, warm vulva. His middle finger nestled deep into
the central valley that carried under and behind, connecting his vagina
with the cleavage of his rounded buttocks.
The young woman smiled slightly, dragging her fingers against her
clitoris as she withdrew her hand from under the silky fabric. The odd
notion that her body was alien to her fled away as she soaked in the
glory of her softness. She held one leg straight out and watched
curve-hugging ribbons of window light slide along her bare, silken
skin. Her luxurious hair tickled her back and shoulders.
The woman quickly came to the realization that she was practically
nude in a strange bedroom. The feminine trappings of the walls and
furniture told her it was a girl's bedroom -- was it hers? She had no
memory of who she was or how she had come to be in this place. She
spotted the clothes on the other side of the bed and, naturally assuming
that they were hers, picked up the white lace bra and slipped its cups
over her breasts. The fit was not perfect, but was close enough. She
fastened the hooks in back and adjusted the shoulder straps.
The woman pointed her toes and ankle and slid into the pantyhose
she found. Once they were on, she caught a glimpse of herself in the
mirror. Her honey blond hair caught the sunlight like spun silk,
surrounding her lovely face with a soft halo of feminine radiance. She
was pleased by her beauty -- but the face she saw looking back at her
was unfamiliar. Try as she might, the young lady could not dredge up
the slightest memory of who she was.
She stood and slipped into the casual white dress that had been
lying across the sheets, letting its soft, delicate fabric slide down
her curvaceous form until it came to rest against her perfect figure.
Hers was the body every woman wanted. She realized that, whoever she
was, she must have worked hard to maintain such a beautiful shape.
Looking into the mirror, Sheryl deduced that, despite her youth, she was
the kind of woman who had always been well disciplined and
health-conscious.
She liked herself, whoever she was.
Michal heard a sound coming from the bedroom. She slowly walked
down the hallway, listening intently, and realized that Cody was awake.
Michal took a deep breath, then began a charade meant to save Cody's
sanity. "Sheryl?" she called out. "Are you awake?"
There was a momentary silence, followed by an uncertain answer.
"Uh...yes," a voice said, in the unmistakable music spoken only by
women. "I'm getting dressed."
Michal, silently reminding herself that the person she was about to
see was her boyfriend, walked in to find her former lover fully dressed
and slipping into the pumps Michal had dropped by the bed. Cody --
Sheryl -- was so lovely that Michal had difficulty believing that this
pretty young thing had ever been anything but the girl she now was. The
woman standing before Michal had to be 38-24-36, with a head-turning
figure that would bring penises to full attention for miles around. For
a moment, Michal forgot what she was going to say and stood speechless --
what do you say to a man who has just taken his first breath as the
opposite sex, even if he thinks he has been female all along?
Michal gathered her wits and continued the charade, determined to
appear relaxed and natural. "Well...about time, honey. You must have
really had a wild time last night." For Sheryl's sake, Michal forced
herself to push back every mental image of his previous form -- this girl
is my friend, Sheryl. A woman, like me, now and forever -- even though
her soul is still the same Cody I fell in love with.
And I'm still in love with her, Michal realized.
"I tried to wake you three times today, Sheryl, but you were out cold."
"I was?"
"Sure, hon. You barely made it to the bed last night. Didn't even
bother to take off your makeup..." Michal looked at Sheryl's exquisite
face carefully. "How do you do that? It looks like you just put it
on. If I'd have slept in my makeup like that, I'd have smudged it all
over by now. Even your lipstick's still perfect..."
"Last night?" the confused woman asked.
"Last night. You don't remember? I knew you were wasted when you
got here, but I didn't know you were that wasted."
The girl sat down on the bed, trying in vain to recall the drinking
binge this woman was talking about. Her mind was a total blank. Michal
noticed that the curse had done its work well; the former boy was
sitting and gesturing in a purely girlish fashion, for every shred of
maleness, however insignificant, had been ripped out by the roots and
replaced with impeccable femininity.
"To be honest," Sheryl began, shaking her head, "I can't remember
anything. Not even where I am...or who you are."
"Me?" Michal acted. "You can't remember me? Your best friend
since junior high? We're like sisters...come on, Sheryl..."
"No. I mean it. I...can't remember anything...not even my name."
Michal walked closer to Sheryl, concern on her face. "You're
serious, aren't you...you really don't remember me."
"No," the girl said, hanging her head in confusion.
"Sheryl...I'm Michal. Michal Melossa. Ring a bell?"
The girl was obviously straining to recall memories that simply
were not there. "Nothing. I'm sorry..."
"Did you fall and hit your head or something last night?" Sheryl
slid her delicate fingers into her hair at the temples, gently massaging
the sides of her head.
"I don't think so...nothing hurts."
Michal sat down beside the girl and put an arm around her
shoulders. "Just take it easy, honey. It must have been the alcohol or
something. I'm sure this is only temporary..it'll all come back to you
soon."
Sheryl looked into Michal's eyes. However deeply Michal looked,
past Sheryl's long, dark lashes and sensuous shadows, Michal saw only
the hopeful eyes of a frightened woman. "Tell me about myself, Michal.
Anything."
Michal had to really get inventive, now. "Well," she began,
"you're the same age as me...twenty. We've been friends for nine years,
ever since we met in the Girl Scouts. Your name is Sheryl Lauren
Parker. You're between jobs right now, and you just moved out of your
apartment. You were moving in with me tomorrow because your boyfriend
threw you out...any of this sound familiar?"
"No. None of it." She sat there, struggling. "Why did he throw
me out? Where are my things?"
"It's been a bad month, Sheryl. Brian fell for a college girl over
at the university, and right now all you own is what you're wearing.
Remember? You'd been sharing Brian's stuff, and that bastard threw away
the few things that were yours alone. Clothes, records, everything.
That's why you got smashed last night. Remember?"
Sheryl grasped at vapor, trying to recall the events Michal
described. "I...think so...it's so hard."
"That's your purse over there...minus your wallet, which got
pitched when everything else did." Michal saw the struggle in Sheryl's
eyes. "Look...I'm here for you. Best friends forever. Until I take
you shopping, everything I have is yours. Clothes, furniture, the car,
everything. Okay?" Michal held her hand.
Sheryl smiled, and light filled Michal's heart. Somehow, there in
the young woman's lovely, glossy smile, Cody peeked out. "Thanks,
Michal. You're so sweet."
Sheryl smiled. She paused for a minute, then asked, "Brian and
I...did we ever...?"
Michal, wanting to build up the new girl's feminine ego, smiled
knowingly. "You don't even remember that? Honey, you told me you
couldn't bend over to pick up a pencil without Brian yanking your dress
up and your panties down...one time, you two even did it in the ladies'
fitting room at Penney's. Anytime, anywhere."
"I wish I could remember..." she replied. Sheryl then smiled
girlishly, slightly rubbing her thighs together. "Believe me."
"According to you, you two were so good in bed together you
sometimes spent the whole weekend in his empty hot tub, naked and
covered in body oil...having sex in every possible position. That's one
reason you were so upset when..." She paused.
"When what?"
"Well...when you got home early and walked in on him day before
yesterday..." Michal paused as if she did not wish to continue.
"Honey, you found his college bitch naked on her hands and knees on the
kitchen floor. Brian was on his knees behind h er and, well..."
"It's okay...go ahead."
Michal continued. "You said he pumped her for five minutes before
they even noticed you standing there."
She paused, holding Sheryl's hand. "You stormed off. That's when
Brian threw you out." Sheryl looked toward the floor with concern on
her face, trying to remember. "I'm sorry, honey," Michal finished. "I
shouldn't have told you...but I was hoping maybe you'd remember
something as traumatic as that was."
Sheryl shook her head. "Nothing. Not even that. How could I
forget that?"
Michal rose and walked toward the bedroom door. "Never mind.
You're better off. I still can't believe he did that, especially after
going with you for three years. Every guy in high school wanted you.
Wanted to just be seen with you. You were the nicest and prettiest girl
in school...homecoming queen, head cheerleader, the works. Brian was
damned lucky...he's an idiot to have slept around on you."
"He was that good?" Sheryl asked.
"You were that good, honey. You." Michal found herself believing
the fictional life she had invented for Sheryl. She even caught herself
growing angry at a Brian who did not exist.
Michal headed down the hallway, and Sheryl stood and followed her
into the living room. The skirt of Sheryl's dress flowed as she moved.
"I'm so thirsty," she said.
Michal walked into the kitchen. "Right now, all I've got is Diet
Coke and lemon tea."
"Coke, please." Sheryl sat on the sofa, crossing her long, silken
legs and tossing back her dark blond hair. As Michal brought her drink
out of the kitchen, she was again struck by how utterly female and
attractive her former boyfriend had become. Sheryl was as comfortable
with being a woman as any natural woman would be. The stark, impossible
contrast with his previous form made Michal realize the extreme
difference that existed between the sexes.
Since she has to live out her life in this body, Michal thought, at
least she's a knockout. That'll make things nicer for her.
"Do you still want to go get your ears pierced today?" Michal
asked, encouraging every shred of feminine self-image to rise to the
surface. "A few days ago, you said you wanted to..."
"Sure...I guess," Sheryl said, taking the soda from Michal. "Thank
you." She took a sip, leaving a lipstick print on the rim of the
tumbler. "You're being so nice, Michal...I wish I could remember our
friendship." She clicked her long, glossy red nails against the cold,
wet glass.
"You will, Sheryl. You will. Just give it time."
* * *
Later, at the mall, the two girls walked out of a salon and into
the crowd of shoppers. Sheryl's ears, now pierced, sported gold earring
studs. She wore a red two-piece dress suit of Michal's, one with a
curve-hugging waist and a V-neck that showed her ample bustline to its
best effect. She had no trouble whatsoever walking in the four-inch
heels of the red pumps she had just bought to match the dress. Unknown
to Sheryl, her shapely legs, enticing cleavage and flowing figure had
left the shoe c lerk with an erection he had barely managed to conceal.
The girls continued down the concourse, pausing occasionally to
window shop. Michal looked at her attractive girlfriend, still
astonished that this sensuous she-creature was the same person that had
been her virile stud boyfriend only the day before.
Damn it, Mother, she thought. Well, I'll show you.
"I'm sorry I don't have any money of my own," Sheryl apologized.
"How long was I out of work?"
"Going on four months," Michal answered. "Things are tough out
there. Hey...don't worry about it. I'll never pull even for all the
things you've bought me. I still owe you."
"That's so sweet. Thanks." Sheryl stopped to look at herself in a
store front mirror. "Michal, do you think I should do something
different with my hair?"
Michal watched the girl, pleased that she was happy with herself.
"I like it fine, honey. But if you want to try a different style, maybe
we can both go down and get a perm sometime in the next couple of weeks."
"Who did my nails?" Sheryl asked, admiring her soft, perfect hands.
"Oh...I did," Michal answered.
"You? You do such great work...you could do this for a living."
"I do, Sheryl..."
They laughed and continued along. As Michal marveled at the girl,
she thought ahead to the trouble the future would bring.
She thought of phase two of the curse, the last element of Sheryl's
transformation into a woman. It was the revenge factor of the entire
spell, the aspect Michal's mother patiently awaited. It was meant to be
a cruelly poetic justice, delivered against Cody for taking a chance on
getting Michal pregnant out of wedlock.
One full year after Sheryl's feminine rebirth, she would be
suddenly overwhelmed by an irresistable desire for sex with a man. Any
man. Sheryl would have no control over herself; she would practically
rape the nearest sexual male, and she would make sure that the man came
inside her.
At that moment, Sheryl would get her previous memory back. Just
after reaching orgasm. With the man's stiff penis still inside her.
During conception.
With the hard, rigid cock of a male lover passionately buried deep
inside her slippery, hot vagina, the woman, Sheryl, would suddenly find
herself with a new identity. Pinned to a bed with a man atop her,
trapped in the most womanly position possible and becoming pregnant at
that very moment, all of her previous memories would flood her mind --
and the man Sheryl had once been would come alive once again.
Cody would suddenly and literally be a man trapped in a woman's
body -- and he would know immediately that he was going to have a baby.
It was meant to be more than Cody could handle, throwing his world into
total chaos and driving him insane.
Michal did not know how to spare Sheryl that horrible experience,
but she would think of something.
* * *
Sheryl walked into the house, tossed her purse onto the coffee
table and fell back onto the sofa. It was after midnight. Tired, she
laid her head back, eyes closed, resting her weary body after a hard day
at work.
Sheryl had taken a job as a waitress at a new French restaurant in
town. Her body perfectly filled the skimpy costume she wore while on
the job, an outfit which made her look more like a French maid than
anything else. Still in her revealing uniform, black seamed stockings,
and black high-heels, she put her feet up on the table and let her hair down.
"That you, Sheryl?" a voice sounded from the bathroom.
"Hi, Michal," Sheryl answered. "I didn't think you'd still be up."
Michal walked out into the living room, wearing only her panties.
She slowly approached Sheryl, stopping several feet away. "I've made a
decision."
Sheryl looked up. "What kind of decision?"
"I know you can't remember yet, but you've gone through a lot of
changes lately," Michal said.
"Me?" Sheryl responded, putting a hand to her chest. "Like what?"
"You wouldn't believe me. But we've grown close over the last
couple of years. Very close. So close, that..."
Sheryl saw that Michal wanted to cry. She stood up and walked over
to her. "I know...you got me through that rough period of mine. I guess
I'll never know why I lost my memory like that."
"I do," Michal replied. "I know why." She stood, tears welling
up. "I thought about this then, Sheryl, but I only now decided that it
was the only way..."
"Thought about what?"
"Sheryl, a year ago...a year ago tonight...we were in love. We
were going to get married. My mother did this to you in order to stop us."
Sheryl stepped back, stunned. "Did what to me? I...was gay? You
are?"
"No, no..." Michal quickly corrected. "Not that. This is so hard
to explain, but..." Michal held up a vial filled with a glowing, blue
liquid. "I love you. I can't live without you as a part of me, not any
more." She drank the fluid.
Sheryl grabbed the vial away from her, thinking it to be some kind
of poison. She reacted too late; Michal had swallowed it already.
Sheryl ran to the phone to dial 911. "You can't kill yourself..."
"It wasn't poison, Sheryl...I'm not going to die," Michal insisted,
grabbing the phone out of Sheryl's hand and hanging it up. "It's
nothing like that..."
"Then what? What is all this?" the confused woman asked.
In seconds, she had her answer. Michal's body, as she stood there,
reshaped itself as if it was being formed by unseen hands. Her
shoulders widened. Her hips narrowed. Michal's breasts, as if
deflating, disappeared into the flatness of her chest and were replaced
by solid, carved musculature. She grew taller, reaching six foot-one in
height. Her long hair was replaced by a short, curly, dark style that
was manly and dense. A man's body hair covered her form, which had
grown hard and powerful. A large, generously built penis strained
against the shrinking confines of the panties she still wore.
In three minutes, Michal had become a man. A figure like a greek
god, somehow sculpted from the flesh that had been a pretty girl only
seconds before.
Sheryl's mouth hung open in disbelief. "That's impossible..." she
cried out quietly. "Nobody can change that way...how did you..."
The man moved closer; Sheryl instinctively shrank away. He sat
beside her. "Sheryl...we can be together again. My mother didn't win
this time." He smiled. "This'll kill her," Michal said, looking down
at his muscled form.
Sheryl's lips struggled to form questions, but she couldn't think
of any. She could only stare at the powerful man her friend had
become. She was frightened -- yet something was irresistably drawing
her to the new man. "Michal...why...?"
"Tonight, you'll understand. Please...you have to believe me. I
love you, Sheryl...I'd never hurt you. I've..." he looked at his steel
hands. "I've given up everything I've known so I can be with you again."
Michal reached out with his huge arms and picked up the girl. She
felt incredibly light to him. Her arms went around the man's neck. "I
don't understand..." Sheryl said, her eyes locked on his. Michal kissed
her with the deep passion that had dr iven him to become a man.
"You will, honey. We belong to each other again."
Michal carried Sheryl to the bedroom. As they entered the room,
the second phase of Sheryl's curse began to set in and something within
the woman overrode her reason and yielded fully to Michal -- she
willingly and enthusiastically let him strip her of every bit of
clothing. An intense desire built inside Sheryl; as much as she wanted
to breathe, she wanted sex with this man. She had never before had
intercourse as a woman, for Michal had always managed to deter her from
becoming that seriously involved with anyone she had dated. Now, for
the first time in a year, they would make love, man and woman, their
flesh merging once again.
The man was completely naked. Sheryl wore only her black five-inch
heels, a pearl necklace, and dangly, matching earrings. Michal leaned
over Sheryl, who had spread her legs wide as she sat on the bed,
revealing her hot, ready pussy to him.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Sheryl -- Part 2
by Laura Leigh
******
"Michal...fuck me, Michal..." A horny woman had taken her over,
forcing Sheryl to yield utterly. The pure sexual desire of a woman was
all that drove the girl, now, for all reason and rational thought had
fled away. She immersed a finger up to the knuckle into her hot,
increasingly wet vagina and began to pump it in and out. "Fuck this
pussy...let me feel you inside me..."
Michal, amazed at her words, looked down with equal amazement at
his new cock. He watched as the woman instinctively reached out and
massaged its wide, rapidly-lengthening shaft with K-Y jelly. Michal was
captivated by the sensation of having the protruding organ, and he loved
the feel of Sheryl's slippery hand upon it as it grew ever larger.
"Oh, yes..." Sheryl whispered in approval as she watched the shiny
cock approach its maximum proportions in her hand. The woman wanted the
growing tool slippery, long, and hard, and she wanted it inside her. Now.
For the first time, Michal felt his erection reach full size as his
penis became long and completely rigid in Sheryl's slick, supple hand.
The feeling of her lubricated grip sliding tightly up and down his huge
shaft made him think he might come right then, but Michal managed to
resist, knowing he must not only penetrate but impregnate Sheryl in
order to help her. The woman hungrily guided the cock's hot and
slippery form toward the wet deepness that awaited it; for a moment, its
head pressed aga inst her vaginal lips teasingly.
"Ohhh...put it in, Michal...hurry...hurry..." the woman begged.
"Push it all the way inside me..."
He took a final look at her virginity. When I saw this pussy
appear that first day, Michal thought, I never in a million years
thought I would be fucking it --
Michal pressed his hips forward and the cock's rounded tip and the
first two inches of its length slid into Sheryl. She laid back, moaning
her approval, with her silken legs high in the air and the man atop
her. Michal closed his eyes in amazement and for the first time
experienced the feeling of having one's cock immersed into the wet
softness of a woman. The tightness of her vaginal lips rode up the
length of his shaft as he pushed deeper into her, until finally he could
drive no deeper.
Michal could not believe the sensations he felt. Sex as a man was
nothing like he had imagined it would be; it brought out an aggression
he had never felt as a woman. He had always loved Sheryl, but now he
found himself wanting to conquer her, thus making her his own, and the
feeling of her around his cock was indescribable. His penis seemed to
rule his body as he rammed it into the woman, and the sexual tension
building in his groin swelled unlike anything he had ever felt before.
Michal's drives had fully become those of a man -- and he now saw women,
including Sheryl, in the same sexual light as would any other man. He
had spent his entire two decades of life female, but could no longer
remember what it was like to have a woman's mind, a w oman's desires.
Only a year before, the lovers could never have imagined how much
they would love their new lives after trading places with each other --
the woman now a man, and the man a woman -- his woman.
Michal drove his penis in and out of Sheryl, just as was done to
him during his life as a female. The sensitivity of the head of his
throbbing cock surprised him. His pace grew faster, more frantic.
Sheryl moaned as he hit his stride, loving havi ng him inside her.
"It's...it's incredible," Sheryl said in a breathy whisper. She
looked down between her jiggling breasts toward her vagina, hoping to
watch his cock as it penetrated her, but to her disappiontment she could
see only his pubic hair as it slammed repeatedly into hers. She could
feel him inside her, though, and she dropped her head back onto the
soft, warm pillow in joyful satisfaction. "I...want a...mirror...on the
ceiling..." she moaned, her body rocked by his onslaught.
Michal's breathing grew louder and more rapid, like that of a wild
animal. A heat flooded the hard muscles of his body as they tensed in
sexual anticipation, flooding him with a carnal manhood he had never
imagined. The woman beneath him was his, not her own and not anyone
else's. His. His to do with as he pleased. His to love. A
chauvenistic flame of satisfaction filled him as he conquered the girl
beneath him, and he proudly continued staking his claim upon the woman.
After several minutes of loud, animal sex, Michal pulled his
straining penis out of Sheryl's well-broken-in pussy and turned her over
onto her hands and knees. He was in command, and Sheryl willingly
submitted as he held her ass high in the air and reinserted his cock
into her dripping cunt. It seemed to penetrate her more deeply from
behind, and as his hips rhythmically slammed with a sharp smack into her
wet ass, the woman began to utter a primal, feminine moan that ignited
every shred of male ego he had acquired.
Her eyes were closed in sexual adventure. As he pounded away at
her pussy, Sheryl imagined herself being penetrated by every stud from
Selleck to Swarzenegger. She reached back under her and touched her
lower abdomen, knowing that only a couple of inches away, up inside her,
was his driving cock.
Sheryl dropped from hands to elbows. Her dangling earrings jingled
in her ears and tickled her cheeks. She bit down on the pearl necklace
she had pulled to her mouth, her lips reddening it with the lipstick she
wore. Jostling with each pelvic impact, her heavy, excited tits rubbed
against the sheets. Sheryl absolutely gloried in her passive sexual
role, knowing that the ecstasy coursing along her overloading female
nerves was the same as that which had burned within every orgasmic woman
in the history of human sexual intercourse.
The flame inside Sheryl continued to build as his assault
intensified. She felt something flaring to life down deep within her
body, and as her arms and legs became wobbly she knew that it was
finally happening. She was barely aware of his hard, iron hands
tightening around her hips, locking her onto his rod as his own passion
grew. The steadily building pleasure inside the woman suddenly shot
through the roof, and her body shut down.
Sheryl's orgasm exploded within her. She could not breathe, could
not think, could not move. Her body had been taken over by a pleasure
so intense she would never be able to describe it. Sparkles flooded her
closed eyelids and she clutched at the cool sheets like a drowning woman
would clutch at a life preserver. Her nails dug into her palms. She
did not feel it.
Sheryl cried out in an unstifled scream of female ecstasy.
Steaming vaginal fluids gushed from her filled pussy, drenching Michal's
cock and crotch with its musky scent. He suddenly felt the friction of
her tunnel around his shaft disappear, and for several moments he could
barely feel her at all. He kept pumping her, more heatedly than ever,
building the heat of friction despite the added lubricants her pussy had
poured out.
Michal had felt Sheryl climax and knew that he could hold back no
longer. His own orgasm rose and burned within him, swollen beyond any
hope of containment. His thighs tensed like steel and he made one last,
deep plunge into her wet softness. His eyes slammed shut and he held
her buttocks tightly pinned against him as every nerve in his body
overloaded with fire and pleasure.
He had no control over his body, not any more. The sexual muscles
within his groin locked down into hard spasms and unstoppably began to
ejaculate deep within the woman. Her own orgasm had faded, its work
done, and Sheryl had regained control of her body and senses. She
closed her eyes and smiled as she felt the man's hot cock throb with
fierce contractions and forcefully, pulsingly spray its boiling come
into the depths of her body.
"Yes...yes..." Sheryl moaned, her voice one of both womanly
fulfillment and triumph. "Finally..."
The warmth of the semen spread until it flooded her abdomen, and
having the man's seed inside her made Sheryl feel more female than
ever. Never before had a man come inside her, but something deep within
her knew she needed him there. She longed to be pregnant with Michal's
child, and she somehow knew that now she would be.
Then, like flipping a switch, memories of her male life flooded
back, overriding her female self-identity. She realized that she was not
a woman named Sheryl Parker -- she was a he, a man named Cody Boyd.
Despite his woman's body, he was a man; the realization that another
man's erect penis was inside him, filling him with hot semen was too
much to bear.
For an instant, Cody panicked and tried to break away from the
man's iron grip in a pointless attempt at preserving the vestige of
mental manhood that still existed within his female flesh. It was
useless, for the man was just too powerful for Cody's lesser, feminine
strength. Cody was locked against the man, the cock still deep inside
him. He began to lose his mental grip.
But then, another feeling quickly rose up and reassured Cody of the
wondrousness of his womanhood. Cody calmed at once and relaxed as
something new and wonderful flooded his mind and became a part of his
very identity, his very being.
He remembered the transcendent, eternal love he held for Michal.
Before, that love had been for a woman, but now, somehow, it had
transformed into love for this wonderful man. Cody was deeply in love
with Michal, the man Michal. Finally, they were together again, though
things between them would never quite be the same as before.
They would be better. Sheryl rose up within Cody again, her
identity melding into him, becoming one with him. She grew stronger as
Cody realized that he loved being Sheryl -- loved being the woman he had
been for the past year. The person of Cody gladly yielded to Sheryl,
melting into her, creating a single, female identity that began to
realize in full just what it was that the future now held for her.
It was now Sheryl who would be the wife and mother, instead of
Michal, and she did not mind that. In fact, she found that she loved the
idea. I'll be the bride at my wedding, Sheryl thought. A smile crossed
her soft lips.
Sheryl glowed with the knowledge that she was a woman who was going
to have a baby. She was hopelessly and gloriously in love with the
father of her child -- and he was hopelessly in love with her.
Sheryl excitedly accepted that she would now be the woman in their
marriage partnership, for her short life as a girl had been far more
enjoyable and fulfilling than her male life had ever been. She loved
the clothes, the makeup, the intangible feeling of being a beautiful
woman. The attentive whistles from men. The roundness of her body.
The camaraderie with other girls.
She now understood how much Michal had given up for her in becoming
a man, and the momentarily-reborn male identity inside Sheryl gratefully
stepped aside forever as her love took hold and embraced her new
relationship with him. She smiled, for they had defeated the plans of
Michal's mother and there was nothing the old bitch could do about it
now. Mother Melossa, I'm one of you now, and you've never seen a girl
who'll fight as hard as this one. I'm going to marry your son and have
his baby, and maybe, just maybe, we'll invite you to the wedding.
For the first time in a year she remembered her own mother, and
realized that in becoming a woman she had become the daughter her mother
had always wanted. Like her mother, it would now be her place to bear
her husband's child, and when the time came she would joyfully give
birth, Michal at her side. With her own breasts she would nurse her
baby, just as her mother had nursed her.
Her widowed mother lived alone, and Sheryl knew that the woman she
had always called Mama would embrace the lady her only child had
become. She had always prayed for a daughter. Now, mother and
daughter, they would both joyfully anticipate the birth of Sheryl's
baby, and a very happy Mama would finally be a grandmother.
Michal finished coming as his orgasm diminished. Still standing
behind Sheryl, he gently caressed her smooth back and pulled his
still-rigid cock out of her; his seed was delivered, and it had found
fertile soil. His semen coated her vaginal opening with its sticky
viscosity, and it began to run slowly from her still-stretched pussy as
she took a new position on the bed. Sheryl, wanting to experience every
aspect of her lover's body, got on her knees in front of Michal as he
weakly stood at the b edside.
His erect penis hung just a whisper away from her supple, red
lips. Voraciously, Sheryl licked its head like a lollypop, cleaning it
of the semen that coated it. That done, she took it into her mouth.
She tasted her own vaginal juices on him, and for several minutes
she hungrily sucked and licked the shrinking organ. With her long,
polished nails she lightly tickled his balls, taking the cock down her
throat until her lips met a dead end at its base. Sheryl sucked hard
on the penis, which was still large though it had become but a shadow of
its fully-erect self. She felt a tickle on her leg, and realized that
his spent come was running down the inside of her thigh.
She continued sucking for nearly ten minutes, trying to bring the
cock back to sexual life. Finally, Michal responded to her oral massage
and Sheryl felt the cock growing within her mouth as it once again rose
to the occasion. Feeling it swell against her tongue excited her;
Michal moaned, caressing Sheryl's hair as she expertly brought him back
to orgasm.
"That's it, Sheryl...any minute, now..." Michal said, his breathing
becoming deep and a little irregular. His sex drives were solidly
masculine, now; he had become completely accustomed to having a cock,
and having Sheryl sucking it seemed like the most natural thing in the
world. He was, irreversably, a heterosexual male who wanted sex with
this woman and no one else. "It's coming, baby...it's...it's..." His
thighs again tensed. His face contorted with the pleasure pain of the
orgasm.
A penile convulsion pressed against Sheryl's tongue and a sudden,
powerful rush of hot cream flooded the back of her throat. Its boiling
saltiness almost burned as spasm after spasm of new come prickled
against her tonsils. Her tongue fought to swallow the thick, slippery
substance as fast as he was producing it, but Sheryl had trouble keeping
up with what seemed like quarts of rushing semen.
Finally, his orgasm ended and Sheryl took a few final swallows of
his come. She gently sucked on his hot cock as it once more began to
shrink away, this time in the woman's mouth. She hungrily mouthed the
organ with a loud, slurping sound until it became flaccid and small,
much to Sheryl's dismay. She looked up into his eyes and smiled a sexy,
innocent smile that made Michal glad to be male.
"I got lipstick all over it," she girlishly giggled. "It's your
shade."
"That was...incredible," he said weakly, collapsing onto the bed.
"I never knew sex could be like that."
"Neither did I," Sheryl said seductively. "But now that I do, I
intend to spend a lot of time perfecting my technique." She symbolically
sucked her index finger. "Practice makes perfect. A few months from
now, I want to be able to suck an egg out of a Coke bottle...and make
the bottle come."
They lied down beside each other, caressing each other's bodies and
feeling each other's heartbeats. Deep love blanketed them, bonding them
together inseparably and for all time. Sheryl lightly ran a long,
glossy red fingernail over Michal's lower lip, then slid her fingers
into his hair. She looked deeply into his dark, strong eyes, feeling
the warm, feminine glow that filled her -- and made her feel complete,
at long last.
"I'm going to have your baby," Sheryl somehow knew.
"I know," Michal answered. "How do you feel about that?"
She smiled, her eyes closed in delight. "Mmmmm..."
"It's our baby. Ours."
"I love you," Sheryl whispered.
Michal smiled. "You remember everything, don't you?"
Sheryl nodded, lovingly looking into his eyes. "For a moment,
there, I was a man again..." She caressed her breast lovingly. "But it
went away. This is the person I want to be." She stroked his hair.
"You did so much for me...I want to cry when I think of what you must
have gone through that first day, when I woke up as a woman. How did
you stand it...knowing for a year that the man you loved and wanted to
marry had become a girl? Seeing me every day, living here under your
own roof...I coul dn't have taken it."
"I love you, Sheryl. More than life itself. I knew that somehow
we'd get back together again. We had to...I couldn't have lived,
otherwise."
"But you paid such a high price to make it happen." She ran a hand
along his hard, well-muscled thigh. "Do you like it? Being a man, I mean?"
"I love it...I'm with you again. How do you feel, living as a woman?"
"I love it. Beyond words." She kissed him again. "How did your
mother do this to me? And what you did to yourself..." She stroked his
stomach, running her fingers through the short black hair that grew
there. "This is permanent, isn't it? I mean, we'll stay this way,
won't we?"
Michal smiled, holding her against him. "For the rest of our
lives. For better or worse, just as if we'd been born this way." He
looked at her gorgeous face; he had a new appreciation for her beauty,
now that he looked upon her with a man's eye. "It's a very, very old
magic. Brought over from the old country..."
"I thought things like that were just fiction...old legends."
"No, its real. I think we're proof of that. My mother seldom uses
it...only when she thinks she has to. Spells and curses. She got my
father to fall in love with her that way. I guess she wanted to see to
it that you and I could never get married. She could have done things
simply and made you hate me, but her idea of poetic justice was changing
you forever into a woman...forcing you to have a baby."
"Remind me to send her a thank you note." Sheryl kissed Michal
lightly on the lips. "I've never been this happy."
They held each other for a moment, Sheryl pressing her softness
into the strong body of her future husband. She smiled her lovely
smile. "Let's get married...I don't want to wait." He looked down at
her. "Make me an honest woman," Sheryl kidded.
"First thing in the morning," Michal replied, kissing her on the
forehead.
She kissed him again. "You realize there isn't a stitch of
clothing in this apartment that will fit you any more? I guess I get
all your dresses and pumps. Not that you'd want to wear a dress, now..."
"Guess I'll have to go naked for a while."
"That would be fine with me, but the neighbors might complain.
I'll pick up a few things for you tomorrow...before the wedding."
Sheryl stifled a chuckle. "It just occurred to me that, in you alone,
your mother has lost a daughter...and gained a son."
They kissed, deeply and long. The lovers had, in essence, switched
sexes with each other, but it did not make any difference. And they had
done so joyfully, for they were together once again. As they fell
asleep in each other's arms, Sheryl realized that she would soon have a
new name.
Mrs. Michal Melossa. Sheryl liked the sound of those words.
FIN
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