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From: an105831@anon.penet.fi (The Archivist)
Date: Thu, 23 Mar 1995 21:17:18 UTC
Subject: TG ARCHIVES: "Brandi"

				Brandi
				  by
			Jennifer Lorissa-Leigh

	 The lakeside cabin was totally isolated, more than ten miles
from the nearest neighbor. Tony Carver and his best friend Locke's
girl, Brandi Bower, sat looking out of a bay window at the lake that
glistened just yards away.

	"It's so beautiful," Brandi said, fidgeting with the rose-
colored crystal she wore on a delicate silver necklace. It had been a
gift from her dying great, great aunt, who had told Brandi that the
brilliant stone was very old and very special. The girl wore it
always.

	She was gorgeous, a young woman to whom nature had been
exceedingly kind. Her exquisitely beautiful face and body, along with
her melodious, feminine voice, were those of a goddess - she was a
girl who drew desirous stares wherever she went, a girl who was the
embodiment of every man's fantasy. Tony, trying to remain loyal to his
friend, had to continually remind himself that the lovely young woman
was already spoken for. Still, he could not help the sexual images
that kept splashing against his mind's eye. Brandi's voluptuous
curves, huge, perfect breasts, and angelic face made it impossible for
him to look upon her merely as another person and not as a sexual
object.

	Tony envied her. He was a crossdresser, a fact well-known to
both Brandi and Locke, and was straight, as most crossdressers are. As
he looked upon Brandi, he wished he had the power to look like her at
will, whenever he wanted to satisfy the feminine ego that dwelt within
him. She had often helped him to do his makeup, nails, and wig
styling, and, on occasion, the two of them had spent time alone at the
cabin as `sisters.' While his skills were refined enough to allow Tony
to pass as a woman when dressed up, he knew that while he looked
female he was by no means beautiful. He longed to be so.

	Brandi spoke again, her seductive voice floating in the warm
air like a sweet perfume. "I've always loved this place. So
peaceful... "

	"It is nice. I wish Locke would get here so we could get
fishing."

	Brandi suddenly seemed to grow irritated. "Fish, fish, fish!
You know, that's all Locke will talk about? Damned fish! I've had it
with fish."

	"I'm sorry... I didn't know you felt that way."

	She settled down, clutching the crystal. "I'm sorry... I
didn't mean to snap like that. It's not just the fish. It's just that
I've had it with my life. I hate my job, I'm bored with my hobbies,
and I just can't get interested in anything anymore. It's not your
fault."

	"But you're so beautiful and everything... I'd think that a
girl like you would have the world wrapped around her finger."

	She smiled, used to the compliment. "Thank you... but being me
isn't so great. I want a position... power... I want to be important
in some huge corporation, making million dollar decisions every day.
As a woman... well, I'll just never get a crack at that. Not in this
world, anyway."

	"You never know... "

	"I wish that I could trade places with someone else. And if I
could have my way, it'd be a man. I'm tired of being a second-class
citizen just because I'm female. I need something more out of life."

	Tony found it amazing that such a gorgeous girl could want to
be male, though he did see her point. "I never thought about it," he
began, "but I guess my life isn't all I'd like it to be. So many years
trapped in the same body, the same situation. I'm really tired of
school and my job. And it isn't easy trying to pass for a woman when
you're not one... it takes so much work to convincingly feminize a
male body. It's a real hassle. There are a lot of times when I
wouldn't mind really being a girl."

	"Really?"

	"Sure. Be nice for a change to spend some time in a body like
yours... it looks so soft and comfortable."

	"I wish I could give this body to you," Brandi agreed. "I'd
switch in a second."

	"So would I."

	"That settles it. Let's switch," Brandi kidded. "You be me
from now on, and I'll be you. You sure you won't mind having a period
each month?"

	Tony laughed. "Not if I can look like you and have your legs,
I won't. It's a deal." They shook hands, sealing their playful
agreement.

	"Done," Brandi smiled.

	Their handshake felt oddly warm. Brandi's other hand, still
wrapped around the crystal, felt warmth radiating from the stone as
well. Releasing her grip, she and Tony both saw that the faceted rose
jewel was glowing brilliantly.

	"What's it doing?" Tony asked, mystified.

	"I... I don't know... " Brandi replied. There was a little
fear in her voice, but it was short lived.

	A wave of euphoric pleasure suddenly swept them both as they
fell back into their chairs, a sense of well-being and comfort they
had never known. It was an enjoyable dizziness, a pleasant alteration
of their senses. Joyful warmth flooded their bodies.

	Then it happened. It took only seconds.

	The delightful lightheadedness vanished, leaving their minds
clear and sharp. Their eyes met as they looked across the table at
each other and, for an instant, each thought he/she was looking into a
mirror - for only there had they ever found the faces that greeted
their amazed eyes. Their thoughts were slowed by a cloud of stunned
amazement.

	The man and the woman, disbelieving, rose and ran down the
hall.

	Tony made it into the bedroom. Behind him, he heard Brandi
shut the door of the hall bathroom firmly behind her. With each step,
Tony realized more and more that his body felt wrong. His pants legs,
suddenly too long, clumsily flopped beneath his feet. A heavy bounce
tugged at him with each step - something at his chest moved as it had
never been able to before. His sense of balance had shifted, making
running difficult. He realized that his entire body, while suddenly
different, had also become very, very comfortable.

	Tony fell against the bedroom dresser, still thrown off by his
new center of gravity. At the mirror, his eyes found a reflection.

	It was not his own. In denial, he stared into the glass, and
for a few incredible moments his mind fought to accept the vision he
saw there. His mind failed to do so.

	He stared at the person in the mirror. She was exquisitely
lovely.

	Tony had become a real woman.

	More specifically, Brandi. They had switched bodies.

	From his long, dense, tousled mane of gently-curling hair to
his slender ankles, from his high, prominent cheekbones to his
voluptuous curves, his shapely form and sensuous visage were those of
the girl with whom he had been sitting.

	"I'm... Brandi... " Tony managed to utter, the words sounding
in the woman's seductive voice. "It really happened... I'm she... "

	He put his hands to his face, feeling its wondrous suppleness,
and watched as the gorgeous girl in the mirror did the same. His face
felt softer than it ever had during his crossdressing sessions, softer
than any amount of close shaving could have made his old face. This
was a face that had been shaped by a girl's hormonal balance, and the
years of natural estrogens and careful moisturizing had sculpted the
sweet visage that now stared back at him. Cool metal tickled the sides
of Tony's newly-slender neck, and he realized that his ears were
pierced and adorned with Brandi's favorite earrings. Their large,
silver hoops sparkled in the light that poured from the bedroom
window.

	Tony's golden-brown hair had the shine of spun glass. His eyes
were sharply defined with black, permanent eyeliner and with
seductive, smoky eye shadows that gave him the smoldering gaze of a
woman in lustful heat. His luxuriously long lashes felt oddly heavy,
for they were thick and black with many coats of mascara. He looked
upon his shaped brows, forever thinned by electrolysis into slender
arches of feminine perfection.

	His lips had become full and soft, and they glistened with the
high gloss of a thick coat of seductive, deep red lipstick. It was the
Loreal shade that Brandi had been wearing, and the taste of its
delicate fragrance was feminine and intoxicating. Wearing lipstick
had, for whatever reason, always been a primary symbol of womanhood in
Tony's mind and had always been one of his primary joys while
crossdressing. Feeling its slippery wetness against his lips as he
slid them lightly upon one another seemed in itself to define the new
female sexuality that had engulfed him. "Ohhhh... it's just
wonderful!" his gorgeous lips uttered as he looked upon his beautiful
face and luscious form in the mirror.

	Tony looked erotically, innocently cute, like a girl wearing
her boyfriend's too-big-for-her shirt - the once tailored garment was
suddenly far too baggy and its tail hung almost to his knees. Looking
at the fit of the garment, he once more became aware of the pull
against his chest. Knowing by now what he would find there, he
gleefully tore open his straining shirt to free a welcome, soft,
rounded flesh he had not before possessed. Plastic buttons broke loose
and tic- ticked against the dresser top and floor as he peered into
the glass, but he did not hear them.

	Tony had always envied women. He had longed to experience that
erotic bounce that well-endowed women felt as they walked, for as long
as he could remember he had wanted generous breasts and a sexy,
feminine walk of his own to enjoy. His heart swelled with joy, for he
knew that he had finally gotten his wish.

	Tony stared as his mammoth breasts fell out of his ruined
shirt, their nipples large and dark. He stripped out of the shirt
entirely, letting it fall from his new, slender shoulders and to the
floor, and stared in silence at the sight of the luscious beauties
that had become his own. It was the most sensuous and perfect feminine
bust he had ever seen.

	"They're mine," he whispered as a feminine pride in their
proportions swept him. "All mine... " His delicate hands gently
explored their softness, caressing them in utter delight.

	The firm, youthful mammaries stood out in a proud announcement
of extreme womanhood. They were not simply feminine in stature - they
were enormous, protruding nearly six inches outward from the flat of
his breastbone. Because of their great size their inner sides pressed
warmly against each other, giving Tony a deep, fleshy cleavage. Their
great weight pulling against his chest and shoulders felt so new and
different that he could not imagine ever getting used to them.

	Yet, as odd as they felt, Tony loved having them. He also
loved the fact that they were so generous in size, enough so as to put
him in desperate need of a double-D cup bra.

	It was like some surreal dream. Transfixed, Tony lightly
stroked his new nipples, and the sensation of feeling his own skin at
a point so far in front of his breastbone was glorious. Merely
touching his huge nipples made them erect, sending jolts of erogenous,
female pleasure into his struggling mind. Tony gripped his gigantic
bustline, filling his palms with its fullness, and his supple breasts
overflowed his small, girlish hands with a smothering, yielding
softness that mercilessly showed him just how female he had become.
Staring at his new immensity, he bounced up and down in order to
jiggle their firmly gelatinous forms.

	Below the glory of his sudden mammaries he saw a flat, trim
stomach, a tiny, sculptured waist, and rounded, flowing hips. His body
hair was gone. Naked from the waist up, Tony saw with definitive
clarity that his was a girl's flesh of baby- like smoothness. His
hard-earned musculature had dissolved into the soft, female contours
of Brandi Bower. Slender, milky shoulders of artistic beauty had
replaced the powerful ones he had owned as a man. Driven to see the
fullness of his new flesh, Tony dropped his loose jeans and underwear
into a heap around his ankles...

	buttocks and thighs had also melted into the gorgeous figure
of the seductive woman. He felt as light as a feather, for his
previous two hundred pounds had dropped to a dainty one hundred-
twelve. He even noticed that he had become much shorter, dropping from
his previous five-eleven to Brandi's more feminine five-foot-six. Tony
stepped out of the crumpled denim around his feet and stared in wonder
upon the entirety of his nude flesh. His gaze dropped to his crotch.

	Nestled there among a sparse mound of pubic hair he found a
soft, perfect vagina. Its pink lips exclaimed his new gender proudly
and clearly. His heart shouted with thunderous joy at the sight of the
place where, the next time he had sex, a man's erect penis would so
deeply penetrate him.

	Tony wanted to sing aloud the excitement he felt. In part, his
delight at being female was due to the feminine brain patterns, once
Brandi's, that had become his own. But his joy was also due to the
fact that Tony had always, secretly, wanted to be Brandi.

	"I'm Brandi Bower!" he rejoiced. "I'm a woman," he spoke
aloud, trying the words on for size. His voice had become Brandi's,
and it flowed with her characteristic, sensuous melody as it left his
lips. "I can walk into beauty salons and have my hair and nails done,
and get full makeovers, and talk girltalk with the lady that's doing
me! And I'll get my legs waxed, and try on high heels at the shoe
store and flirt with the salesman... " Tony spoke a litany of the
routine aspects of a woman's life, looking forward to each one of
them.

	And Brandi's me now! he realized. She's a man, now, totally,
while I'm a woman! He danced inside, thrilled that he had gotten the
better part of the deal.

	He took a few steps backward, watching in the mirror as his
fulfilled bosom jiggled in that way he had always found so sexually
exciting while watching Brandi. In amazement, Tony leaned over and
watched as his huge breasts hung freely, swinging from side to side as
he swayed experimentally at the waist. Cupping one in each hand, he
was stunned and overwhelmed that such monumental examples of pure
femininity had become an integral part of the body he himself lived
in.

	They're all mine! he joyfully thought once again.

	In love with his new form, Tony placed the flats of his palms
against his upper chest and began to slide them downward. Watching in
the mirror, he slowly and gently ran his hands down and outward,
outward, outward, along the tops of his voluptuous breasts, finally
reaching their tips and his new, hardened nipples. Carrying his hands
down and under, he hugged the round fullness of their huge undersides
and momentarily cradled his dramatic new bosom, feeling its weight and
warmth against his palms. Continuing, his hands finally reached his
ribcage once more, stopping at the point where his soft roundness
rejoined the flatness of his chest.

	Excitement stole his breath. He continued to slide his hands
downward, feeling the smooth softness of his stomach and slender
waist. Curving outward suddenly at the hips, his figure's new
roundness was a treat to his touch. He caressed his thighs, wondering
at their baby-like feel. Tony gently cupped his breasts, pulled them
apart, and looked down. Through the soft, narrow valley of his
cleavage he saw the sexy gloss of his long, cleanly-shaven legs. He
had silently and secretly lusted after them when they had been
Brandi's, but since they had become his own legs something inside him
found them not arousing but satisfying and comfortable.

	Due to the bounce and softness of his new form, he knew he was
no longer suited to the contact sports and strenuous workouts he had
enjoyed as a man. But he found the feel of being a woman completely
preferable to the body he had known before. Why? he wondered. Why does
this body seem to make me feel so much more content than my old one
ever did? Content and - complete? Have I always been a true
transsexual, not merely a crossdresser?

	He enjoyed his new body's soft pleasures. With each passing
moment, Tony more firmly embraced life as a woman. "I'll never go back
- "

	A smile on his lips, naked but for his earrings, Tony slowly
headed back into the living room. The sounds of the lapping waters and
the wind in the trees outside were soothing and gentle. He had an
acute awareness of each step he took, for his flesh no longer reacted
to motion as it always had. The bounce of his breasts and the absence
of a dangling penis and testicles between his thighs redefined the
entire experience of walking.

	His new body moved as it was built to. Though Tony was not
consciously aware of it, his walk had forever become the wiggling,
fluid glide of a sex kitten. He sat naked upon the sofa, crossing his
legs without thinking in a very sexy, feminine fashion. His posture
and natural mannerisms had become those of a seductive woman and the
playful pose he assumed on the couch felt as normal to him as if he
had always reclined in that fashion. His every gesture, however
subtle, had become purely feminine. Tony held his hand up in the
fashion of a refined lady and admired his glamorously-long, pampered
fingernails as window light danced upon their deep, dark red gloss.

	Stretching out one silky leg, he soaked in the sight of his
dainty foot and slender ankle. He saw that his pedicured toenails were
also adorned with a perfect coat of the sexy nail polish. The feminine
ego that had always lived within him thoroughly enjoyed itself as he
looked down upon his huge breasts, tiny waist, and soft, womanly
curves. With each passing second, Tony became more intoxicated with
the sensuous delight of being a beautiful woman. A thrill swelled in
his throat as he soaked in the delicious, feminine fragrance that
permeated him, for he knew that the exhilarating, womanly scent was
that of his own perfume.

	Tony glanced down and looked once more upon his smooth, female
crotch. His fingers found his vulva, and as they lightly traced the
folds of his new flesh he wondered how it would feel to have a man
inside him there -

	A thought lingered in Tony's mind as he pictured himself as
Locke's wife and lover. A few hours earlier the idea would have been
repugnant to him, but now it felt desirable and arousing. He reclined
for a short time, stretching and growing familiar with his sudden
womanhood as he explored his nude form. A sound came from the hallway,
and Tony quickly recognized it as the squeak of the hall bathroom
door. He heard footsteps.

	A naked man emerged from the hall, his face sculpted into an
expression of great satisfaction. Tony knew that face, that body. A
few minutes earlier, they had been his own.

	"How... ?" Brandi wondered, amazed, locked into newly- male
flesh. Tony did not readily know the deep voice he heard, for it had
always sounded different coming out of his own mouth. "How did this...
"

	"The necklace," Tony realized. "Somehow, it did this. We both
said we wanted to trade bodies and lives... and we got our wish."

	"I'm you, now... and I like it... "

	Tony was truly enjoying his new body, and was in no hurry to
give it up. "And I'm you... " he slowly said, relishing the words,
"... Miss Brandi Bower." He was smiling deeply. "We've got a great
opportunity here. For as long as we want, we can truly see what life
as the opposite sex is like. You wanted to see how the world treats a
man... now's your chance. Just think... the power, the command you'll
have as a man. And aren't you just dying to know what sex as a man
feels like?"

	Brandi felt her new, hardened musculature, running her hands
along her rugged lines, feeling her forest of body hair. "Yeah... "
she realized. "I am curious... "

	Neither of them realized that their conscious minds had
already become sexually realigned to match their new bodies. Tony no
longer had the mind of a straight, male crossdresser - he had the mind
of a straight, female woman. Brandi was picturing herself as a man in
bed with a woman and was enjoying the thought. Her previous, feminine
gestures and subtleties were gone, replaced by the cruder, forceful
mannerisms of a man, and she never noticed.

	Tony rose from the couch and walked over to the naked man. His
nude, female form flowed like smooth, perfumed silk. Pressing his bare
breasts against the firm, hairy stomach of the former woman, Tony
gazed up into eyes that had once been his own. "We could... go into
the bedroom. Explore a little. Make love... " the woman suggested in
the seductive, playful voice of the sex kitten he had become, lightly
stroking his long nails against the man's muscular upper arms.

	The new man wanted to take the woman and felt his erection
begin to grow, but Brandi managed to restrain the lust and pushed the
soft goddess away. "Locke'll be home any minute. Can't risk it. In
fact, we'd better be dressed when he gets here."

	Tony knew Brandi was right. All they needed was for two
hundred pounds of jealous boyfriend to find his girl and his best
friend in bed together.

	"We, uh, we need to get dressed," Tony reluctantly agreed.
"The clothes I was wearing are on the bedroom floor. You'll have to
borrow one of Locke's shirts, though... I broke the buttons off the
one I had."

	"Okay," Brandi said, slowly heading back down the hall. "I'm
afraid I, well, ruined what I was wearing, if you know what I mean. I
peed in my panties and ripped everything else as my body grew. I
dumped it all into the hamper... you might want to get rid of the
stuff before Locke sees it and asks questions."

	"I'll find something around here... " Tony said. "I'm sure you
have some of your things stashed here, right?"

	"Oh, yeah. Plenty."

	The sudden man walked into the bedroom and found `his' clothes
on the floor, right where Tony had dropped them. Sitting on the edge
of the bed, Brandi pulled them on and thoroughly enjoyed that the
men's things fit so properly. Those damned tits are gone, at last!
And these muscles - I feel so powerful - !

	In a couple of minutes, Brandi reemerged from the hall, fully
dressed. "I just remembered. A bunch of my clothes are in the dryer,"
she said, standing in the former man's underwear, jeans and sneakers,
wearing a football jersey of Locke's. "I washed some pretty dresses
and my bras and panties... I mean your bras and panties. They should
be about ready."

	Tony liked wearing a bra. He always had. Better, he liked the
idea of needing a bra. "What size am I?" he asked, cupping his
enormous breasts.

	"32 DD," Brandi confirmed. "I don't know how I ever lived with
those things stuck to my chest. They're like an albatross... "

	"They're wonderful," Tony said, looking down at his bounty and
smiling his pretty smile. He moved toward the utility room.

	"They're all yours," Brandi said, feeling her hard and hairy
new forearms. "Enjoy. You are now a woman with the hard-on inspiring
measurements of 38-22-36."

	"Oooooh, yes!" Tony said in joyous acceptance. He walked into
the kitchen, loving every bounce, every motion of his soft flesh. He
paused at the breakfast nook bay window, standing fully naked before
the woods outside.

	"I really love this body. I feel like I could rule the world,"
Tony heard Brandi say as she admired her sudden masculinity. "In fact,
I want to keep it for a while. Show it off. You know, I don't have the
slightest urge to ever be a woman again... I guess I'm not the
crossdresser you were."

	"Well, if I'm still one," Tony responded loudly enough for
Brandi to hear, "I can wear men's things anytime I want and no one'll
think anything of it. But right now, I don't ever want to adorn this
gorgeous body with anything but panties and dresses and high-heels
ever again."

	After a few minutes, Tony heard the jingle of car keys and the
slam of the front door. He ran back into the front room to find it
empty. "Brandi?" he called, just before he noticed the new man out on
the gravel driveway, carrying both the keys to Tony's car and his
wallet. As he continued to watch through the sheer curtains, Tony saw
his old body drive away in his new car. A note on the table caught his
attention.

	I'm going into town... he read silently. There's a young lady
there I'd like to get to know better...

	Brandi was gone - out to tackle the world as a man. Tony
watched until the car disappeared down the long dirt drive.

	Suddenly alone, Tony walked into the bathroom and retrieved
the clothes Brandi had left in the hamper. After hiding them in a
trash bin by burying them with other garbage, Tony walked back through
the kitchen and into the washer/dryer utility room. There, sheer black
fabric caught the corner of his eye -

	Hanging on a clothes line above the dryer was a whisper-sheer
babydoll, one that was so skimpy that it hid nothing. Tony couldn't
resist - taking it down from the line, he held his arms up and let the
nightie float gently down over his wondrous, curvaceous form.

	Ooooooh, I want a man to fuck me - !

	A mirror to one side caught his attention and he stood for
many moments just staring into his own sultry, alluring eyes. He was a
seductive sex toy, his majestically-protruding breasts and tiny waist
obvious beneath the sheerness of the babydoll. It hung only to his
hips, leaving his hungry pussy and large, smooth, rounded ass well
exposed. He stared and stared, in love with himself.

	Finally tearing himself away from the mesmerizing reflection,
he turned to the need at hand. Opening the dryer door, the woman bent
down and reached into the tangle of clothing in search of the girl's
things his voluptuous, rounded shape demanded. His breasts pulled
wonderfully and heavily against his chest as he leaned way over at the
waist. Then, at the back of the dryer, he saw what appeared to be
lace.

	Tony had found the motherlode. There were plenty of bras and
panties sized just for his gorgeous figure, along with blouses and a
sexy, revealing dress or two. "My bras," he confirmed aloud, loving
the words. "My panties... " He bent over farther, leaning way into the
huge dryer itself, straining to reach a satin bra he had spotted...

	his back, holding him bent over. "Who... who... ?" Tony began,
unable to find words. The hands locked around his waist and pulled him
slightly to the left, as if positioning him for something.

	As he began to back out of the dryer, he backed into something
blunt yet insistent that pressed firmly against his tender genital
flesh. For an instant his body resisted the persistence of the
invader.

	But then Tony's new flesh parted by design as it admitted the
determined thing behind him. He felt its blunt tip as it pushed
through the resistance of the folds of his outer skin, finding a
slippery wetness amid the deeper flesh. Tony could feel that the lips
of his vagina had been pushed aside by and were wrapped around
something very long and very hard, something that was still driving
well into his body.

	The thing felt huge as it opened his flesh, sliding still
deeper into him in one fluid, effortless motion. For the first time in
his life, Tony possessed the orifice that the invader sought - that it
was made to penetrate - and he knew at once that his new vagina had
been filled with its male counterpart.

	An aroused, erect penis.

	He was no longer just a woman - he had become a woman having
sex with a man. His body rejoiced.

	The man behind him drove his erect cock into Tony as deeply as
it would go, and he felt the woman's arousal as `she' wiggled `her'
ass slightly, feeling the cock inside `her' as it limited the side-
to-side swing of `her' soft, rounded buttocks. Tony bent his knees
slightly and found that he was impaled upon the hard cock, his weight
hung fully upon it at that soft, moist point between his legs. He felt
the invader impossibly deep inside him - it felt like it was a foot
long, at least. For the first time, Tony knew the feeling of having
another person's flesh deep within the warmth of his own. He leaned
back into the warmth of the unseen lover behind him, helping to drive
the cock still deeper.

	Then, the man began pumping in and out and Tony felt every
vein and bump of the huge, sliding penis against the tight walls of
his hot, wet vagina.

	"Mmmmmm," Tony found himself moaning. The hard, naked thighs
of someone else slammed hard again and again into the backs of his
legs. Tony managed to look back between his enormous, swinging breasts
and saw that the thighs behind him were hairy and muscular. Hanging
high between those legs were a pair of unusually large, firm
testicles. They swung slightly with each ram of the male member inside
him.

	It was Locke. An intense, new thrill swept Tony as he realized
that he was being fucked by Brandi's boyfriend.

	"Oh... oh, yes... " Tony whispered, closing his eyes in
pleasure. Not only was the cock slamming into him, but he was being
pulled forcibly back into each thrust by the huge hands around his
waist.

	It had happened in mere seconds. The hard, erect penis had
pushed deep into his vagina until it had reached its fullest
penetration, its head against Tony's new cervix. It stretched his
vaginal walls to their limits. He was utterly filled by its immensity.
Tony wanted to cry out as the penis began to pump furiously into him,
but the only sound he could manage was the purely sexual moan of a
woman being conquered by a man. Tony could feel the coolness of the
man's scrotum as it continued to slap against his female crotch.

	"I'm home, Brandi baby," Locke moaned.

	"Ohhh... Locke... " Tony played along, pushing back into each
rhythmic thrust.

	Locke's mighty hands had fastened the woman into that sexually
vulnerable position, head and shoulders still in the dryer. Tony's
soft voice echoed inside the dryer drum. Locke, taking encouragement
from the woman's moans of pleasure, continued to ram his enormous
penis repeatedly into Tony.

	Tony managed to brace himself against the dryer door, still in
his awkward, bent over position. His breasts swung madly as they
dangled heavily from his chest, punctuating the totality of his
womanhood as they swung back and forth and into each other with each
pounding of Locke's hips. The man gripped the girl's waist with iron
hands and held the soft ass against his crotch, pumping hard into the
pussy that so warmly, wetly, and tightly embraced his organ.

	Locke continued to pump the woman as he pulled her out of the
dryer and swung her, still bent over, so that she could lean upon the
breakfast nook table. Both lovers occasionally glanced out of the huge
bay window and into the woods outside, where any passerby could easily
have seen their sexual performance.

	Tony's new, female mind loved what was happening to him. Such
a sexual conquest was what the woman in Tony had always dreamed of,
longed for. Locke leaned over and reached around to play with the
woman's huge tits and nipples as he continued pumping, then, standing
up straight, the man's thighs tensed into stone and he pushed deep
into the woman one final time.

	Reaching orgasm, the man came. The condom Locke wore kept his
steaming load from entering Tony's body, but the woman's mind still
realized that a real man was ejaculating inside him. Oh, Tony thought,
I want this always - if only I could feel this always.

	Neither Tony nor Brandi understood the depth of the spell
which had transformed them. They had assumed they would be able to
switch back whenever they wanted, but they were wrong.

	He was forever to live in her flesh, as she was to live in
his. And neither of them would ever want it any other way.

	Tony was only vaguely aware of the feeling of Locke pulling
his shrinking cock free of the tense, excited pussy between those
sexy, silky legs. The involuntary woman finally gathered his wits
enough to stand, and he turned to see the man wrapping a towel around
his naked form.

	He leaned over and kissed Tony gently on the lips. Then, as
Tony watched, the man pulled off the lambskin condom that held his
huge deposit of male seed. "Surprise, baby," Locke beamed, proud of
himself. "Was it good for you?"

	"Wonderful... just... wonderful... " the woman moaned, a smile
on her glossy, deep red lips. He was in female heaven.

	"Not bad," Locke commented, admiring the quantity of come he
held before him. "Look at that. Nothing wrong with this guy's
ammunition." He handed the filled sheath to Tony.

	Tony stared at the huge load of spent semen. That would have
been inside me - should have been inside me - he thought, if not for
that damned condom.

	Locke turned and headed into the bedroom. The woman stood for
a moment then, almost hypnotically, dipped a long fingernail into the
still-warm semen in the spent condom. Tony lifted the finger to his
lips and sucked the male seed from it, finding the intensely salty
taste exciting. Driven by female lusts, he then tipped the condom up
and sucked its slippery contents into his mouth, penetrating the
depths of the condom with a hungry tongue. It's so delicious - so male
- !

	Tony followed the man into the bedroom. He watched the naked
man walk from behind, aroused intensely by the hardness of his form.

	"Tony's on his way up for the weekend," Locke continued, going
into the master bathroom. "Should have been here already. You'd better
get dressed, baby." The man closed the bathroom door behind him. Tony
stood once more before the bedroom mirror, still naked.

	"Locke... fucked me... " he whispered to himself, watching as
his beautiful lips formed the words. He could still feel the enormity
of the cock inside him. In his joy and excitement, Tony wanted to
scream the words out as loudly as he could. He had had sex with a man,
a powerful, muscular man - and he had enjoyed it more than he could
ever have imagined. It had been tremendous. As he gazed upon his
beautiful, feminine image a new calmness filled him, one he had never
known before.

	Through his intercourse with Locke, Tony had been officially
christened `Woman.' His new mind totally claimed him, and it was one
attuned perfectly to the flesh he had come to possess. Not yet knowing
that his newfound womanhood was a permanent thing, Tony hoped Brandi
would never want to change back. He wanted to keep her body, to live
her life. He considered running away somewhere where she could never
find him, could never force him back into manhood.

	Woman. I am woman. Same as my mother, same as my sisters.

	All his life, girls had been them. Women had always been so
incomprehensibly different in their thoughts and needs that they
seemed almost to be other than human, an entirely different type of
creature. But suddenly, without warning, those same women had jumped
from being them to being us. Tony felt a warm bond with his mother,
his three sisters, and the entire sisterhood of girls everywhere.

	His context of men had also changed. Males had become
relegated in his mind to the state of being the opposite sex. How
could I ever have liked having that penis I had, he wondered, now
incredulous. I want to suck cocks, and hold them, and feel them inside
me -

	For the first time in his life, men had become them. And that
felt natural. Although he would always retain his own, male memories,
Tony had truly become Brandi - with all of the female sexual drives
and desires to match his female body.

	Ten minutes later, Locke emerged from the master bathroom. He
was greeted by a sight that immediately brought him again to erection.

	Backlit by gentle sunlight, Tony stood facing him in the
middle of the room in an alluring, feminine pose. The woman wore only
shiny black, four-inch high heels. Around Tony's slender neck was the
mysterious crystal on its elegant silver chain. His earrings sparkled.
His flesh glistened with the gloss of just enough body oil to give
female flesh an irresistible, sexy sheen. His right middle finger was
slowly, gently circling his clitoris. Huge, bare breasts reached out
toward Locke, their nipples hard and straining.

	"My pussy is still so hot for you, Locke... " Tony seductively
begged in a low, erotic moan, holding his arms outstretched toward the
man.

	"Oh, Brandi... " Locke melted at the sight of the seductress
before him. Without another word, he walked up and kissed the apparent
Brandi on the mouth, caressing one of Tony's huge breasts as he did
so. Tony pushed back hard, returning the kiss with a deep, circling
tongue. They moaned anew, and as they kissed Tony reached down without
looking to caress the man's meaty cock as it became stiff and ready.
Tony's nipples strained to become even harder than they already were.
For the first time, Tony felt Locke's massive cock in his palm as it
became fully excited. It was huge.

	Tony ran the delicate fingers of his other hand through
Locke's thick forest of chest hair. He felt his vagina growing
unbearably hot and wet. His body wanted a cock inside it, and fast.

	Desperately and lovingly, with the heated, female passion a
woman feels for a man, Tony pressed his soft ready body into Locke's
hard, naked flesh, wrapping his arms and one leg around him. He gazed
deeply into Locke's eyes with a feminine sparkle and clarity that
Brandi had never shown.

	Tony slowly dropped to his knees, bringing Locke's straining
cock to mouth level. Parting his shiny lips, Tony took the head of the
organ into his mouth and as he rubbed Locke's buttocks with his hands
he twirled his tongue against the erection's fiery head. Locke, eyes
closed in ecstasy, gently caressed the woman's soft, full mane of hair
as she continued so expertly.

	"You'd never do that before... " Locke said.

	"I'm going to do it all the time from now on, honey," Tony
moaned, pulling the cock out of his mouth just long enough to speak.
"Anytime, anywhere... " He licked the hot organ like a popsicle. "I'll
suck this while you drive your car, and in the movie theater, and in
the men's room of any restaurant in town... " Sucking gently, the
intensely-aroused woman mouth-fucked the man until the time of climax
grew near.

	"Oooooh, please, Locke... " Tony begged, looking up at his
boyfriend's rugged face. "Fuck me now... oh, please, put it in me... "
The words flowed from his lips in Brandi's sexy voice, making them
irresistible.

	Tony feared that Brandi might return at any moment and rob him
of the womanhood he had so quickly come to love. Before that happened
he wanted to have Locke again.

	Locke powerfully lifted the girl and carried her to the bed.
Tony's arms hung around the man's muscular neck as the woman continued
to stare lovingly into his eyes. Locke laid the girl playfully upon
the sheets and then climbed atop her. Their bare skin, covered with a
dew of passionate sweat, melded with the heat they generated. The man
gave Tony another deep kiss, and the woman again tasted Locke's musty
breath as the man re-immersed his tongue into the woman's mouth.

	Tony inhaled sharply as he felt Locke's fingers against his
clitoris. He closed his eyes, drinking in the wonderful sensation. He
was drawn fully into the female existence that had been thrust upon
him, and he found himself again returning the kiss of his longtime
friend, running his own tongue along the roof of the man's mouth.

	Tony moaned. "Oh, Locke... hurry. Take me... " Tony's deep red
lips held the seductive smile of a sexy, longing girl.

	Tony, his mind filled with its new, feminine passivity, loved
being able to yield to the will of the man. Tony spread his legs wide
- they were gorgeous, sexy smooth legs that were long and shiny and
wrapped in silk and they led right up to the female treasure that
nestled warmly between his thighs. Locke quickly took position between
those freshly-shaven legs.

	"I want to fuck you all night... " Locke said.

	"I want you to... I need you to... " Tony pleaded in a soft,
loving voice. He had become entirely submissive, wanting only what the
man atop him wanted. "All night... never pull out of me... stay inside
me... deep inside me... "

	The man began to reach onto the bedside for a condom. "No... "
Tony said, stopping him. "I want to feel only you inside me."

	Locke smiled. Brandi had always insisted upon his wearing a
condom, but he was more than happy to oblige the request. He smiled
and instead picked up a tube of K-Y jelly. "Here," he said, handing
the lubricant to his apparent girlfriend. "You do it... " Squirting
some of the slippery substance into his pretty palm, Tony reached down
and began to massage his friend's erection. The woman felt a new
excitement sweep through his body, one that made it hard to breathe.
The cock felt so hot in his hand, and so big and slippery. Locke
moaned. Tony did, too.

	"Put it in, honey... hurry, put it in... " Tony begged,
pulling his knees up and spreading his legs as wide as he could to
expose his hungry pussy to its fullest. As Tony wiped his hand clean
on the bedsheets, Locke took final position over the woman, placing
the head of his slick cock against the opening that it craved.

	Tony placed his hands on Locke's shoulders. Looking beyond the
huge bustline that graced his chest, Tony managed to see the man use
one hand to move his hard penis into position for penetration.

	Tony closed his eyes. Once again, he felt the large, rounded
head of Locke's naked penis press against the lips of his pussy. With
a single, determined thrust the cock buried itself deep into Tony's
flesh, but somehow, this time, it was different. There was a new magic
alive within Tony, the magic of being a total woman, pinned to a
mattress by and making love with a total man.

	And Tony wanted it more than anything he had ever longed for.
He found that he loved Locke - fully, emotionally, and sexually, as a
woman loves a man.

	"Brandi... oh, Brandi," Locke whispered. "It's so good... "

	"Ohhhh, Locke," the woman moaned. Locke began to pump into her
harder. "Ohhhhhh... yes... yes, Locke... ohhh, I'm so glad I'm a
woman... "

	"I'm glad you are, too, baby... "

	Tony held his gorgeous legs straight and high in the air, legs
spread wide, and watched as his glossy black high-heels air-danced to
the beat of Locke's assault. Overflowing with joy and fulfillment,
Tony laughed a woman's laugh and embraced the fire building within
him.

	As Tony was repeatedly bounced into the softness of the
mattress beneath him, his huge breasts danced with gelatinous love
against his silky chest. Glorying in the sensation, he claimed forever
his new identity as the woman, Brandi. He would keep his thousands of
memories of life as Tony, but he would never again want to return to
that life. He embraced womanhood, joyfully drinking in the feel of his
breasts, his softness, and his - her - happily filled vagina.

	Tony was no more. Brandi relished the feel of the cock inside
her, glowing with a life and vibrance she had never known as a man.

	"How is it, baby?" Locke asked, smiling at her pleasure.

	"Oh, Locke, it's so big... " she moaned, eyes closed.

	"I wish it were bigger," Locke said. "I wish it was a huge,
monster cock that could fuck you like no woman's ever been fucked
before... "

	"Mmmmmm... " Brandi moaned, wordlessly wishing the same and
joyfully pulling the man's face closer in order to kiss him deeply.
"I... I... love you... "

	"Love you, too, baby," Locke said.

	The crystal glowed once again, unseen by either of the lovers
for it was pressed between the massive inner sides of Brandi's
breasts. She felt something gently warm in her cleavage, and something
wondrous inside her.

	Locke's cock grew two inches longer and an inch bigger around,
even as he continued pumping. He felt the woman's hot vagina grow even
tighter around his engorged organ, as she felt him fill her beyond the
limit.

	"Oooooooh... yes! Yes, Locke! Ohhhhhhh... it's so... ohhhhhhh!
Fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhh... !" Sparks danced from her clitoris as the added
friction of his wish- enlarged cock increased her orgasmic fire, which
built steadily toward its explosive climax.

	She embraced him tightly, encouraging his pumping hips by
stroking her soft palms against Locke's sweaty back and hard buttocks.
She wrapped her smooth legs around him, holding him inside her as he
drove like a piston into her tight, slippery cylinder.

	"Ohhhhhh, Locke! Ohhhhhh, Locke! YES! FUCK ME... !"

	The moist, wet sound of their sexes merging filled the cabin,
as did the woman's cries of deep ecstasy. Her passion stirred the man
to pump still harder and even faster, bringing her to the very brink
of climax.

	"Ohhh, Locke! Ohhh, Locke! I'm going to... to... "

	She came. Gloriously, explosively. Eyes clenched, gripping
Locke's flesh in her soft hands, she cried out in the throes of female
fire. A woman's orgasm flooded her senses, set them ablaze. Her pussy
drenched his cock as her steaming come flowed outward, soaking the
sheets beneath her with its musky wetness. It was a sexual sensation
infinitely beyond anything the man named Tony could ever have known,
as if the sensual universe had taken ignited within her.

	With great satisfaction, Locke watched the woman have her
orgasm as he continued to pump slowly and gently into her. She's never
felt one like this, he knew, looking into her perfect face.

	"Ohhhhh... " the woman moaned as the electricity began to
subside. "Ohhh, Locke... it's so... so... wonderful... " Again, their
lips found each other's in a hard, lustful kiss.

	Moments later, Locke's breathing became spasmodic and his face
contorted with the intensity of his own orgasm. He rammed his cock as
deep into Brandi as it would go and forcefully sprayed her depths with
his hot come as she smiled, eyes closed. She kept her smooth legs
locked tightly around him, kissed him and gently caressed his rugged
face.

	"Yes, baby... that's it... I feel your come inside me," she
said, running her fingers gently and repeatedly through his hair.
"That's it... fill Mamma's pussy... that's it... Mamma's pussy needs
your hot come... it's so warm... your come feels so good... yes...
come for Mama... " Locke finished and relaxed, then, exhausted, he
lied upon her and laid his head beside hers. She once more played with
his short, curly hair.

	"That was wonderful," Brandi whispered, stroking her man's
firm flesh, fulfilled and totally happy for the first time in her
life, "I want to be with you always. I want to have your baby."

	"Marry me... ?" Locke asked the woman, hope in his eyes.

	"Yes, Locke Parker," she joyfully said. "I will marry you."

	The rest of the afternoon was a time of raw lovemaking. In the
throes of passion, Locke totally forgot that Tony was due to arrive.

	The new woman loved each sexual position more than the last.
She found that her favorite was the same as that which had been the
favorite of the old Brandi - on her hands and knees on the edge of the
bed, with Locke standing behind her, holding her waist as he rammed
his erect and newly- enlarged tool hard into her wanting vagina.

	Their naked bodies glistened with the glossy sheen of body
oil. During the man's rhythmic pounding of her vagina, Brandi rocked
back and met each thrust. Her breasts hung free, moving like live
things. It was so glorious having a woman's intercourse, letting a man
drive his penetrating flesh so deeply and hotly into hers.

	Brandi came again and again that afternoon, living a sexual
adventure of legendary proportions. Sex had become a wondrous and
beautiful thing, just as Tony himself had. Their lovemaking continued
into the night, and the lovers fell asleep in each other's arms.

	The next morning, Locke was awakened by a sharp, loud
pounding. Rising from the sex-mussed bed, he walked naked into the
hall bathroom.

	He found Brandi in the bathroom, dressed only in panties and
one of Locke's huge dress shirts, which was unbuttoned fully to expose
her breasts. She was leaning over the sink, smashing her rose-crystal
necklace with a hammer. He smiled and watched her, aroused by the
sight of her luscious breasts as they jiggled with each hammer blow.

	The crystal shattered. Its tiny, broken pieces washed down the
drain.

	"I though you liked that necklace," Locke said, puzzled.

	The woman kissed him deeply. "I do. I love it... " Locke
looked confused. "I don't want anything undone. Ever. I don't want
anything else. I have all I ever dreamed of, right now." He looked at
her quizzically. "Don't worry, honey... it's a girl thing," Brandi
assured him.

	The doorbell sounded. Locke answered to find the new Tony at
the door. "Sorry I'm late," he said. He watched as Brandi, buttoning
her shirt, walked into the room. Their eyes met. The secret they
shared danced in the air between them.

	"Hi, Brandi," Tony said, looking upon the feminine loveliness
that had previously been his own. "Have a good night?"

	The woman smiled, clutching Locke's arm and leaning up on
tip-toes to kiss him. "Wonderful. Locke asked me to marry him."

	"And she said `yes,'" Locke added.

	"Congratulations," Tony said, truly happy for them.

	Fulfilling their engagement, Brandi married Locke three months
later. Tony served as best man. Brandi cooked and cleaned for her
husband, embracing the stereotypical role of housewife. She even
joined the ladies' club in a nearby small town, living her June
Cleaver life to the hilt as Locke's woman and wife. She always wore
dresses and high heels, never pants. She embraced every part of daily
life as a woman, from shaving her legs to wearing lipstick and having
her nails done. She greeted her period each month. Only she knew how
much more fulfilling her life had become with her change of sex, and
she remembered her life as a man almost as if it were some odd dream.

	The newlyweds shared a sex life that was loving, exciting,
inventive, and very, very frequent. When she became pregnant, Brandi
gloried in all nine months of impending motherhood. When the baby
kicked within her, she felt more complete and fulfilled than at any
time in her life. Locke looked upon his wife as she carried their
child, cherishing her every breath, her every pregnant moment.

	She bore him twin daughters. Happily and lovingly, she nursed
her children with the milk of her generous breasts and delighted in
total motherhood.

	A year later, Brandi became pregnant again. Once more she
embraced being with child, and positively glowed with a feminine
radiance that somehow made her even more beautiful than usual. Every
time the new baby kicked, she again thanked the woman in her past who
had made it all possible.

	When the time came, she gave birth to a son. Locke chose his
name, and his wife gladly agreed to his choice.

	They named him `Anthony'.

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