Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: nostrumo@nienor.in-berlin.de
Subject: TG: Charissa by Laura Leigh
Date: 4 Nov 1995 02:02:41 +0100

			       Charissa
				  by
			     Laura Leigh

	Bobby looked into the bathroom mirror. He was wholly
dissatisfied with his weight, but had unhappily resigned himself to
the fact that he would be heavy all of his life. He had tried all of
the diet plans but nothing seemed to work for him; every time he had
managed to lose a little weight, he always gained it all back plus ten
or fifteen pounds. He sadly accepted his two hundred-fifty pound frame
as unchangeable and walked back into the living room.

	The house was elegant and displayed the wealth of its owner.
Mrs. Leslie, a gorgeous, red-headed, thirty-nine-year-old former
beauty queen, sat on the sofa, writing out a check for Bobby to take
back to the grocery store with him. He delivered Mrs. Leslie's
groceries each Thursday, without fail, and the woman had grown very
fond of him.

	"I guess I'll see you next week, Mrs. Leslie," he began. "I
put your things away in the pantry and the refrigerator."

	As she handed him the check, the woman noticed his sorrowful
expression. "What is it, honey? Why so sad?"

	"Oh," he began reluctantly, "it's just that I hate being fat.
I've tried everything to lose weight and nothing works."

	"Do others make fun of you?"

	"Sometimes, I guess," he answered. He felt comfortable talking
with her, and found himself opening up. "I've always been overweight
and kind of quiet... I was called a sissy a lot in school. You know...
always the last to be picked for softball, always the last in
everything. Not many friends. That's why I'm something of an artist...
I entertained myself by developing those talents. But it isn't what
others think that bothers me. I hate myself... and I guess I always
will."

	She tried to comfort him. "But dear," she began, "you're very
cute. And smart as a whip... " He was unaffected by her words.

	"Maybe... but I'd give anything to be anyone else. Anyone
thin."

	Bobby moved toward the door. Folding the check and putting it
into his pocket, he sighed. "Oh, well... thanks. I'll get this to Mr.
Randis as soon as I get back to the store. See you next week."

	"Wait, Bobby," she said, reaching toward him. "Come here a
minute." She took him back into the living room and sat him down on
the plush sofa. She took a seat beside him, holding his hands in hers.
"How old are you, dear?"

	"Seventeen," he answered. He looked younger; his hairless baby
face and soft appearance made him seem no older than fourteen.

	"How tall are you? Five-nine?"

	"Five-seven. Not very tall, huh?"

	She smiled. "Just right. Do you live with your parents?"

	"No. I don't have any. I was orphaned at the age of four, and
I've bounced between foster homes since then. Right now, I'm on my
own, living in an apartment on Leigh Anna Street."

	"I live alone, too... I have ever since my husband died six
years ago."

	"I'm sorry."

	The woman looked into Bobby's eyes, evaluating him and coming
to a decision. "If you really want to lose this weight for good and
become an attractive person, I can help you. But you have to really
want it."

	He doubted she could do anything for him. "Well, I do want it.
More than anything. But you can't help me. No one can."

	The woman shook her head. "I can. It means a whole new life
for you... new job, new friends, and a whole new way of thinking. Not
to mention a new body. But if you really want to be physically
beautiful, I can arrange it for you."

	Beautiful? He had never thought of himself in those terms, and
he attributed her choice of phrase to her obvious enthusiasm and her
natural tendency to use words of a feminine nature. In any case, he
could see that she was serious. Could it really be true? "Are you sure
that... "

	"Dear... if you'll put yourself in my hands for three months,
at the end of that time you'll be a whole new person. Young, and thin,
and gorgeous. And most importantly, you'll be happy. I promise."

	"Mrs. Leslie... "

	"Monica. From now on, call me Monica, Bobby. We're going to be
best friends." He smiled.

	"Okay. Let's do it. Whatever it takes."

	"This will be a full-time project, for both of us. You'll have
to move in with me. You can have the spare bedroom downstairs. Will
that be a problem?"

	"No, I guess not," he answered. He was having trouble making
his rent for the month anyway. "I'll be closer to work and... "

	"I want you to quit. I'll support you. Like I said... this is
going to be a full-time program, Bobby, twenty-four hours a day.
You're starting a new life."

	"Good," he said. "I hate the one I have now."

				* * *

	The next day, Bobby moved into Monica's palatial house. Hers
was an exclusive neighborhood, occupied only by the richest of the
rich. Her money was old money, passed down in her family for as long
as anyone could remember. No one quite knew how the Leslies had
acquired their great wealth, but Bobby was unconcerned about that.

	She was going to help him.

	As he began to put his things away and hang up his clothes,
Monica entered the room. "Oh, no, no, dear," she began. "I'm going to
provide you with everything you need. You're my project... and I'm
going to reshape you into my idea of physical perfection. You must let
me dress you and let me decide upon what hairstyle and grooming suits
you best. Agreed?"

	"Gladly," Bobby said, handing her the slacks he was about to
hang in the closet. "I trust your judgment more than my own. You're so
beautiful and you have such wonderful taste in everything... I'm sure
you'll know what's best for me."

	"Good," she smiled. "Why don't you go slip into the tub. I'll
get rid of these things of yours and bring in the clothes I've picked
up for you."

	Sometime later, as Bobby soaked in the warm, sudsy bath,
Monica knocked lightly then walked in. "Time to start things off," she
said, holding a small faceted bottle of sparkling clear crystal that
seemed to contain a pearly pink liquid of some kind. She pulled to top
from the bottle and handed it to him.

	"What is it?" Bobby asked, watching the way the mysterious
fluid played in the light. "Do I pour it into my bath water?"

	"No, no," Monica laughed. "You drink it. One dose like that
each day, for twelve days. Then, it will be in your system until it
finishes its work."

	"How long will that take?"

	"Three months. And once the fluid has entered your body,
there's no stopping it or reversing its effect. You'll be committed,
for better or worse. Are you sure you don't want to be the same Bobby
anymore?"

	"Positive," he answered, punctuating his response by downing
the liquid in one swallow. "Mmmm... tastes sweet."

	He handed her the empty bottle. "You'll get one of these each
day for the next eleven days, now," Monica reiterated. "Then, at the
end of that time, it will begin to erase the pounds from you and re-
create you totally."

	Bobby smiled, anxious to see what the magical potion was going
to do for him. "This is going to be the longest three months of my
life. It's like being a kid waiting for Christmas."

	Monica turned to leave. "Dinner will be ready when you're done
with your bath, dear. I've laid out some clothes for you on your bed."
She shut the door behind her.

	Bobby laid back in the warmth of the bath and closed his eyes.
This was like some wonderful dream - finally, he would be rescued from
the existence he had drudged through for as long as he could remember.
He was grateful that fate had brought him toget+ her with Monica, and
for the first time he looked toward the future with joy and
anticipation.

				* * *

	Monica walked up to Bobby, the twelfth dose in her hand. "Here
it is, dear," she said. "Last dose. Swallow this, and the process
begins."

	Bobby gladly took the bottle from her and removed the stopper.
Without a word, he downed its contents in one gulp and smiled.
"Finally," he said, smiling. "I can't wait to see what happens now.
I've wanted this for so long... "

	"Your wait is over. The changes are beginning, even now. By
the end of October, you'll be a completely new person. No one you've
ever known will even be able to recognize you."

	"That's what I want. Life as a different person. I was even
thinking of changing my name."

	"Actually," Monica began, a slight smile on her lips, "that
will probably be necessary. But let's see." She walked up and looked
at his hair and nails. "I'm afraid I've not been keeping up with your
grooming as I should be."

	"No?"

	"No, dear. One side effect of the process you've undertaken is
that your hair is going to grow in very full, very fast. And so will
your nails. Something to do with stimulated protein production... it
keeps your body fed and healthy while it burns away the fat. Quite a
drastic change in your metabolism has begun."

	He looked down at his nails. "I guess they do need cutting...
"

	"Anna's coming in today to do my nails. I'll have her give you
a full manicure while she's here... and I'll take you with me to the
salon at the end of the week. We'll have your hair done there... a
style that looks good on you."

	Later that day, Anna arrived for Monica's nail appointment.
Afterward, the manicurist followed explicit directions from Monica and
took care of Bobby, skillfully and carefully shaping his nails - but
not cutting them - and applying a coat of clear polish to them.

	"I thought we were going to cut them short," Bobby commented,
looking at his longer-than-usual nails.

	Monica held his finished hands and looked them over. "Oh, no,
Bobby... not at this delicate stage. Cutting them now could disrupt
their new growth patterns. We'd best wait a while." She looked at his
head of hair. "And with your face shape and bone structure, I think
you'd look much nicer with a longer hair style... by the end of the
week, your hair should be long enough to really work with. We'll see
what Suzanne can do with it on Friday."

	The clothes Monica had selected for Bobby were made of fine
fabrics, mostly silks and expensive weaves. She preferred him in
artsy, blousy shirts of delicate, shiny material, and he was more than
happy to leave his appearance to her tried-and-true judgment.

	By Friday, Bobby's soft, dark brown hair had grown almost to
his shoulders, making it far longer than it ever had been. He
accompanied Monica to her salon and, closely following her direction,
the stylist painstakingly sculpted Bobby's hair into an almost
feminine style. Following Monica's nod of approval, Suzanne sprayed
the boy's new hairdo so as to insure that every hair remained in its
proper place. No one had ever fussed over his hair in such a manner,
and Bobby felt odd to be such a center of attention. Finally, Monica
smiled and paid the hairdresser, and she and Bobby left the salon.

	As the weeks passed, Monica's bathroom scale showed that
weight was indeed falling away from Bobby's body. In a month and a
half he went from three hundred to less than one hundred-fifty pounds,
and his body finally appeared to have been freed from its life-long
prison.

	Bobby noticed, however, that he was not losing weight evenly;
he seemed to be slimming down faster in some areas than in others. He
saw himself as lumpy. His waist, face, and arms lost weight easily and
consistently, but his hips, thighs, and buttocks seemed to be losing
their body fat more slowly. His proportions were not becoming those of
the slender beanpole he had hoped for, as fast as he had hoped. The
clothes Monica constantly had to buy him always seemed to fit
perfectly, however, no matter how unevenly his weight loss progressed.
Apparently, she knew what sort of body shape to anticipate.

	"You're coming along fine, honey," Monica constantly reassured
him. "Different parts of the body lose weight at different rates.
Once you've lost all of the fat you're going to, we'll have to tone
you up and firm you up. You'll even out... and I guarantee you, you'll
have a physique that will turn heads. Most of your body changes will
come in the last couple of days, in fact, so don't worry. Wait for the
finished product."

	"Okay, Monica. I guess I'm just too anxious."

	"Understandable, dear... but just think of all the weight
you've lost so far. Look at you... it's wonderful."

	"How much more will I lose? Shouldn't I just about be there?"

	"Your body will know when it's where it should be... but
you're right. It shouldn't be much longer, now."

	Each week, Monica had Anna do Bobby's nails and had Suzanne do
his hair. By this time, however, Bobby's shiny hair hung almost to the
bottoms of his shoulder blades and his strong, polished nails were an
inch long. They were impeccably done, yes, but Bobby knew they made
him look quite feminine.

	"Should my hair and nails really be this long?" he asked
Monica one evening, looking at his perfect, ladylike manicure. "I look
like a girl."

	"You look wonderful," Monica answered. "It's the perfect look
for the new you. Sophisticated, elegant, and artistic... a lot like
the rock group Queen looked in their early years. So... ethereal and
mysterious. Don't you trust me?"

	"Well, sure... "

	"In fact," Monica began, "I want Anna to pierce your ears.
There's nothing quite so chic as an impressionistic artist with
diamond ear studs. I tell you, Bobby, I'm going to be so proud to
introduce you into society... before long, you'll be a highly sought-
after talent. Your work will sell for thousands. Your name will be on
the lips of the elite everywhere."

	Bobby thought about that. He would be set for life if that
were true. "I never thought I would actually get the chance to support
myself with my talent."

	"I promise you, honey... I know all the right people. You'll
be a smash."

	Another month went by. Bobby's wardrobe had become a stylish
assortment of silken, flowing robes and caftans. He had dropped to one
hundred-twenty pounds and his build had become slight and graceful,
made more so by the elegance of his long hair and the delicate, liquid
fabric of his clothes. Anna had pierced his ears at Monica's request,
and Bobby wore expensive diamond ear studs that were a gift from his
sexy mentor.

	He was two weeks from the conclusion of his dramatic rebirth,
and Monica was thrilled with his progress. "You're looking gorgeous,
dear!" she excitedly said, looking him over one evening. "Like a work
of art yourself!"

	"I can't believe it," he answered. "I never thought I'd lose
that weight. It feels so good to be thin, now... I feel so light on my
feet."

	"In a couple of weeks, you'll feel even better. Your body is
going to spend that time making fine adjustments and final changes.
Oh, look at you... " She examined his soft, perfect face. "Like an
angel... a human work of art. A sculpture by my own hands." Bobby
looked at his delicate hands and long, perfect nails. He walked over
to a mirror and gazed upon his reflection.

	"I look so... different, Monica," he said, rubbing one hand
upon his cheek. He was angelic in appearance, and at the same time he
was quite androgynous. He saw that he was beginning to take on a
somewhat curvy figure beneath his clothes.

	He continued. "A couple of days ago, a waiter at the Foresse
mistook me for a girl the whole time I was there. Called me `Miss'...
he even pulled my chair out for me when I sat down."

	"How did you feel about that?" Monica asked.

	"I... I don't know. Kinda funny... I was too embarrassed to
correct him."

	Monica walked up behind the boy and looked over his shoulder
and into the mirror. "Your body had to reach a null point from which
to rebuild to your final form. That's where you are now... sort of a
non-sex between the sexes. Remember what I told you? Most of your
final appearance won't take shape until the very last day." She
smiled. "You're already a different person, now, like I promised you
would be."

	"Yes," he smiled. "Thank you for that." He turned and hugged
her.

	"I want you to consider staying with me, honey, even after
you've become your exciting, new self. Please say you'll think about
it."

	"I will," he agreed happily. "I was hoping you'd ask."

	The final two weeks passed with little further change in
Bobby's body - until the last day.

	Bobby arose that morning, flipped back the covers and groggily
swung his legs over the side of the bed. He had been sleeping very
hard, and found it difficult to awaken - he was still half asleep as
he slowly rose to his feet.

	Through the deep fog of his semi-conscious state, Bobby became
aware of an odd motion in his body as he made his way slowly and a bit
clumsily toward the bathroom door. Walking past the dresser mirror,
the image of a stranger caught the corner of his eye. He jumped,
startled, then gazed blurrily into the mirror.

	Bobby struggled to focus his vision. Even through the misty
curtain of his uncertain eyesight he could see that, as he had slept,
his body had completed its miraculous transformation. Stunned, he
could only stare. His mouth hung open in shocked disbelief.

	A total stranger stared back at him. He saw that he had, as
Monica had promised, become a perfect specimen of physical
flawlessness. He had gained a perfect shape - youthfully firm, toned,
and very, very attractive. Parts of his body had become more prominent
while others had diminished, but no part of his flesh seemed the same
anymore. He recognized nothing of the person in the mirror.

	Bobby was no longer an effeminate boy. With one glance at the
mirror, he knew that never again would anyone look upon him and think
of him as a sissy. Ever. Then again, no one would ever think of him as
Bobby, either.

	As if in a trance, Bobby continued toward the bathroom door.
His new body felt surreal as it moved, each step a new adventure. He
entered the bathroom, found the huge lighted mirror there and turned
it on. A dozen brilliant makeup mirror bulbs flared to life, clearly
revealing to his suddenly-awakened eyes a sight that forced him fully
alert.

	Look at me - how can this be me? I can't be this person! It's
impossible - Monica! What did you do to me?

	Bobby experimentally bounced upon his heels. As he did so, he
watched in the mirror as something pulled heavily and gelatinously
against his body, jiggling with aftershocks following each bounce. It
was a sensation he had never felt before. He found it curiously
enjoyable, but knew instantly that no part of his previous life could
be his any longer.

	He was an effeminate teenage boy no more.

	He was no longer a teenage boy at all.

	Bobby was a teenage girl.

	His hands instinctively came up and found the immense mounds
of warm softness at his chest. For a seventeen year old girl, he was
amazingly well developed. His breasts were huge, perfect, and utterly
feminine. Their great size and weight was indescribable to him, but he
knew that they were certainly larger and more perfectly-shaped than
any he had ever seen in men's magazines - he would later discover that
his was a 34DD bustline -

	Like Monica's.

	He felt large, hard nipples against his palms as the roundness
of his new mammaries filled his hands to overflowing. He caressed the
immensity at his bosom and wondered at the sensation.

	Bobby's new silken, glorious body was sexy, voluptuous, and
youthfully firm. He saw the extreme extent to which his figure was
perfectly curved as his disbelieving eyes followed the sensuous lines
of his new shape. His waist was much higher than before, and much,
much smaller; his hips were wider than before and much, much rounder.
His buttocks were smooth, rounded, and larger as well, giving him a
most feminine derriere. Bobby's hips flowed freely and gracefully into
the curve of his thighs, and his eyes followed the line of his figure
all the way down the length of his silky, sexy legs.

	My legs are gorgeous, he realized. I'm built for sex, now -
sex with men -

	His soft, flowing, dark brown hair had changed color - it had
become a natural, deep auburn and had, overnight, grown even longer
and fuller than it had been before. The wide, full mane hung beyond
his waist, tickling his soft, rounded buttocks. He recognized its
shiny, healthy hue, that of pure spun copper intertwined with gossamer
strands of ruby.

	It was exactly the same color as Monica's.

	Bobby's face now bore no resemblance to the one with which he
had gone to bed. It had taken on a velvety suppleness even beyond that
it had known before. His cheekbones were more prominent. His lips were
fuller. His eyelashes were luxuriously long and dark. His nose was a
little smaller, and its cute new shape ideally adorned the rest of his
new face. His perfectly-shaped eyebrows formed slight, curved arches
that complimented his soft, green eyes.

	Green eyes, he realized - my eyes were brown before. Now, they
were the same color -

	- as Monica's.

	His delicate neck was long and slender. His ivory shoulders,
now silky smooth and much more narrow than they had been, were covered
by his cascading auburn hair. Bobby curiously placed his right hand
against the left side of his neck then slowly ran the hand along his
shoulder, under his wealth of gorgeous hair, and down his upper arm.
The supple skin he felt was like warm velvet.

	His hands, too, had changed. They were smaller and more
delicate, and had taken on a babylike softness that made them seem as
if they had been pampered for a lifetime and had never once had to
lift so much as a finger. His long, femininely-shaped nails suited
them ideally -

	Bobby realized that his lovely nails were no longer coated
with clear nail enamel. Instead, he found himself wearing a thick,
hard, glossy coat of dark, pearlescent wine polish upon them. How had
it gotten there? He knew the color well for he had seen it almost
every day for months -

	- on Monica.

	He saw that his toenails, using the same polish, had also been
done to perfection. In stunned denial he just stared, speechless, into
the bathroom mirror. He could easily have been Monica's younger
sister. Or her daughter. Fearfully, he finally allowed himself to
glance down at the reflection of his naked crotch.

	His penis and testicles were gone. In their place were the
outer lips of a lovely, perfect vagina, framed my a small, sparse
grove of feminine, auburn pubic hair.

	"I'm... a girl... !" he finally vocalized in a stunned
whisper. "I'm really a girl... "

	Still naked, Bobby ran back into the bedroom and out into the
hallway. "Monica?" he called frantically, realizing as he did so that
his voice had changed along with his body. A pretty, softly feminine
sound emerged from his lips with each word. "Look a t me... look what
happened... !"

	After searching the whole house, he realized his lady
benefactor was not there. Where could she be? As he passed the open
door of Monica's bedroom, he caught his reflection in her vanity's
large, round mirror. Transfixed, he walked quietly into the bed room
in order to take yet another look at the nude young woman he had
become.

	A small note was stuck into the mirror's frame. Bobby walked
closer and pulled it down. It read -

	Bobby,

	Good morning, honey. By now your transformation is complete
and you've awakened as the lovely person you're always going to be. I
hope you like the new you.

	I'll be home soon. My things are yours - feel free to wear my
makeup and any of my clothes or jewelry you want to.

	She knows -

	I think you'd look especially nice in my white evening dress
and matching pumps.

	He read the last line.

	That's my girl. I love you -

	- Monica

	She knows. Of course she does - she made me this way. She knew
from day one that I was becoming a girl.

	The generous array of feminine beauty products on the vanity
table called out to Bobby. He was drawn to them irresistably, as if by
a magnet, and nervously took a seat at the vanity. Looking into
Monica's large, illuminated makeup mirror, he again took stock of his
new features. Something within him had to know just how pretty his
face and body could become. Bobby knew he wanted to wear Monica's
makeup, lingerie and clothes more than he had ever wanted anything in
his life.

	I'm a woman - I want to look like a woman, dress like a woman,
feel like a woman -

	He picked up Monica's hairbrush and gently drew it through his
long, shiny hair, styling the sleep-mussed mane into an exquisite,
attractive coiffure. Its gently-curling fullness flowed upon his
shoulders, and it widely and sensuously framed his sweet face with its
sweeping, lustrous shine. In light of his new, feminine context, Bobby
realized that Suzanne had been doing his hair as a woman's from the
beginning.

	Monica's vanity was very well-stocked, with only the finest
and most expensive of cosmetics. While Bobby knew little about
cosmetology, he was an excellent artist - and he proceeded as if his
face were a canvas and the cosmetics before him were artist's colors.
He began with Monica's light, ivory foundation, a step which, due to
his flawless complexion, he could easily have gone without. But he had
sometimes watched Monica as she did her face, and he wished to
emulate, as nearly as possible, every step she herself took in her own
process of self-beautification. He did not want to miss any part of
the feminine ritual he had undertaken.

	He picked up the woman's mascara and began to apply it,
carefully stroking the coated brush through his long lashes. Bobby
quickly built up both an upper and a lower thickness, framing his eyes
with a deep, seductive curtain of silky black. He then applied black
eyeliner, the line of which he softened and blended outward as he had
seen Monica do. Bobby watched in fascination as his eyes, with little
effort, transformed into sensuous windows of pure, alluring
femininity.

	He artistically stroked on smoky eyeshadows, using his
painting techniques and adapting them well to the application of the
color. The deep shadow flowing out from the outside corners of his
lash line created upswept drama that was deeply sensuous. Happy with
his eyes, he then brushed on blush and contour, making the most of his
fabulous cheekbones.

	Nervous with excitement, Bobby picked up Monica's dark red lip
liner pencil and drew a perfect angel's bow outline around his full,
sensuous lips. He had but to fill in the line with lipstick and his
facial metamorphosis would be complete.

	He selected a frosted wine lipstick that matched his nails and
opened the tube. He supposed that its deep, pearly color was the very
one Monica was wearing at the moment, for he recognized the Loreal
shade as Monica's favorite. Its softly perfumed fragrance was
pleasantly feminine. He held the lipstick ready before him, looking
upon its pretty purple and gold case.

	Twisting its base, the colored stick rose in the hollow shaft
until it had emerged far enough to be used. For Bobby, the lipstick
tube had always been a powerful symbol of utter womanhood. He had
always loved watching Monica use it as she looked into the little
mirror of the compact she carried in her purse - the act seemed to
define the state of being a woman in such a simple, sexy way. A thrill
rose in his throat.

	His heart pounding, Bobby gently stroked the lipstick across
his lips, leaving its dark, pearlescent color upon them. He applied a
heavy coat to both his upper and lower lips, then pressed them
together in that way he had seen Monica and so many other women do. As
he did so, a strange, intangible female warmth filled him, comforted
him, made him feel wonderful. It was as if the woman he had become had
suddenly taken up full residence within him.

	Bobby closed the lipstick tube and set it back down. He looked
at the lovely girl in the mirror and smiled the pretty smile that was
now his. He wanted to sing and dance and shout his news to the whole
world - I'm so pretty! I'm so happy! I'm a girl!

	The young woman's face possessed a softly-sculpted
vulnerability that was totally devoid of any quality that might
indicate the presence of even the smallest degree of underlying
masculinity. It was a face of willing submission. A face of delicate
beauty, to be loved and cherished -

	- a face of utter femininity, and of sheer, enchanting female
sexuality.

	His visage was that of a seductress with sexy, crystalline
eyes that possessed an irresistible, bewitching sensuousness. Any man
would melt upon merely gazing into them, for they were the kind of
eyes that haunted men's dreams. His was now and forever a face of
ethereal beauty, and his deep, sparkling eyes, full, supple, delicious
lips, and gorgeous auburn red hair were those of someone to be fought
over, owned, and treasured as a goddess. Bobby had become a girl of
exquisite perfection.

	I can't stop now, he thought, compelled by the woman within
him. I have to see myself - completed.

	"I never thought I'd get to do this," he whispered under his
breath as he reached into Monica's jewelry box and withdrew a pair of
large, dangly hoop earrings that she often wore. Removing his ear
studs, he slid the posts of Monica's earrings through his pierced ears
and pushed the stays into place.

	He looked good in them. He followed the earrings by putting on
Monica's matching necklace, a fine gold chain with a tiny heart
hanging from it.

	"Oh, Monica... " he whispered, in love with the thought of
being such a beautiful young woman. "Thank you... !"

	Bobby rose and walked over to Monica's dresser. After checking
a few drawers, he found a silky pink strapless bra and panty set. He
excitedly slipped into Monica's lingerie, having little trouble with
the bra's closure hooks.

	"Look at me," he said to himself. "I'm putting on a bra... "
He stood before the dresser mirror and adjusted the cups until he felt
he had accomplished a proper positioning of his new bustline. His
soft, smooth, hairless body looked and felt most natural in Monica's
underthings.

	"I need a bra," he happily realized. "I'm a full DD-cup, like
Monica."

	He sat down on the edge of the bed and slid his smooth legs
into the pink silk panties. Their cool fabric felt soft and wonderful
against his skin. He then picked up a pair of Monica's pantyhose,
noticing as he did so that there was a tiny menstrual stain on its
cotton crotch panel that had not come out when washed. The woman
within him drew pleasure from knowing that soon he would have his own
period. Again, the fit was excellent; the hosiery hugged every contour
of his shapely legs, giving them a sexy, silky sheen.

	He slipped into a pink satin half-slip, letting it slide
delicately down his legs as he held them in a feminine, fashion model
pose. Like the panties he wore, its fabric also felt cool and pleasant
against the sheer nylon of his stockings.

	Taking a deep breath, Bobby glided softly to the closet. He
slid the door open to reveal the huge walk-in space where Monica kept
her extensive wardrobe and walked in. He drank in the fragrance of
woman's perfume that permeated her things. Bobby walked along the row
of womens-wear which hung there, trying to decide which of the
designer fashions would best suit his figure. He wanted a dress,
definitely - pants were men's things. He chose the revealing white
gown that Monica had recommended in her note to him - he had often
enjoyed seeing it on Monica; reaching down, he then chose a matching
pair of Size 7, white high-heels from among the many pairs of dress
pumps on her rack.

	Bobby carried the clothes over to the bed. He nervously
stepped into the delicate dress, pulled it up into place and zipped
its back zipper - and was stunned.

	It fit perfectly. His voluptuous, youthful figure was
virtually identical to Monica's, and the tightness of the dress
allowed him to see just how totally female his body had become. The
plunging neckline and low back of the dress revealed much, making his
prominent cleavage and smooth shoulders seem that much more feminine.
Its hip-high slit skirt showed off his left leg in all its delicious
splendor. The slinky fabric embraced his waist, hips and thighs,
emphasizing his voluptuous curves and making his bustline seem even
more generous. Looking into the mirror, his ecstatic mind soaked in
the sight of his lovely form as the figure-hugging dress he wore clung
to him. The fit was exact - it was as if Monica's dressmaker had made
the dress for him.

	Standing, he looked down and easily slid his feet, one at a
time, into Monica's pumps. He knew that only the day before his feet
would have been too big for them, but once again the fit was perfect
and his feet filled the sexy women's shoes as if his own feet had
broken them in. Despite their four-inch spiked heels, walking in the
pumps seemed to come as second nature to him. In mere moments, he grew
comfortable and familiar with the extreme angle at which his ankles
had to support his weight, and he loved what the shoes did for his
legs.

	Back at the vanity, he selected a ladies' watch, a gold
bracelet, an ankle bracelet and a few other pieces of jewelry and
adorned himself with them. He sprayed himself lightly with Monica's
expensive perfume.

	Her glittering, diamond rings fit him perfectly. Her clothes
fit him perfectly. Her shoes fit him perfectly. He was fully dressed
in Monica's things, and nothing but her things. Bobby sat on the bed
and looked across the room at the pretty lady in Monica's full-length
mirror. Watching himself, he crossed his silken legs seductively and
sat in the most feminine pose he could imagine.

	"Hello," he began demurely, as if he were meeting someone. He
held his hand gracefully outward as if it was to be kissed, and spoke
with a womanly cadence. "I'm Monica Leslie... it's so nice to meet
you."

	He squealed in delight, clapping like a little girl. Bobby
loved the soft, female aura of his new body so much that he regretted
ever having been male. He knew that he could go anywhere as he was now
dressed and, of course, be perfectly and naturally accepted as the
lovely lady he had become. Bobby wondered how it was going to feel to
walk sexily down the street, knowing the guys were all staring at his
gorgeous new body. He wondered how it was going to feel to be called
`Miss' and how it would feel to use the ladies' room -

	And Bobby wondered how sex as a girl would be. Images of
himself naked in bed with a muscular man flooded his mind, and he
smiled -

	He picked up a purse that matched his shoes and paused before
the mirror once again, primping as if he were making a final check
before a date. As he bent over toward the vanity mirror, making tiny
changes in the way his hair swept over his forehead and upon his bare
shoulders, he felt a desire. It flared for an instant, then seemed to
subside. But it would return -

	Bobby had fun pretending he was Monica Leslie. He went
downstairs, consciously unaware that his walk had become the same
fluid, sexy glide as Monica's. As his high-heels clicked against the
polished wood of the stair steps, he loved their sound, loved their
snugness against his dainty feet. He thrilled at the constant bounce
of his breasts and the feel of the tight dress against his long,
gorgeous legs as they moved. Going into the kitchen, he set his purse
down onto the table and began to make coffee.

	Bobby sat sideways at the kitchen table, legs crossed sexily.
Reading the morning paper, he dipped his fragile necklace in and out
of his deep cleavage and sipped his coffee from a mug labeled `Monica'
on one side and `Sexy Lady' with a rose design on the other. He
thrilled at the sight of the lipstick print he left on the mug with
each sip.

	Seeing an ad for an expensive new salon, Bobby picked up the
cordless phone and dialed.

	"Le Femme Magnefique... this is Cindy," a voice responded.

	"Hello... I'd like to make an appointment, please."

	"Yes, Ma'am," the girl on the other end said. "How may I help
you?"

	"My name is Monica Leslie. I'd like to get my hair, nails and
makeup done. The works. Do you have an opening tomorrow?"

	"Our full pampering includes a free leg wax... would you like
that, as well?"

	Bobby glanced down at his slick, hairless legs. "No, thank
you. I won't be needing that."

	"Would 2 PM be all right, Miss Leslie?"

	"Fine, honey. I'll see you then." Bobby hung up the phone. He
smiled, enjoying life as Monica.

	The doorbell rang.

	Bobby was filled with a strange self-confidence he had not
possessed before, the confidence of a sexy woman who was ready to take
on the world. Across the living room, through the frosted glass of the
front door, he could see the figure of a man. The bell rang again.
Bobby walked over to the door and, after taking a deep breath, pulled
it open. The visitor was a phone repairman, and Bobby found himself
extremely attracted to the man's virile form.

	"Uh... hello," the man began, momentarily stunned by the
girl's extreme beauty. "Are you Monica Leslie?"

	"Yes, I am," Bobby loved saying.

	"You called yesterday? I'm here to install an upstairs line."

	"Come in," Bobby said, pulling the door open wider. His sexy
voice was erotic. The man entered, looking over a yellow repair order.

	"Actually, my roommate must have called," Bobby began. "She
didn't tell me you were coming... " the girl added, subconsciously
using a seductive tone. "I guess she told you where the phone goes."

	"Says here... upstairs master bedroom, Miss Leslie."

	"Please... call me Monica. I thought there was already a phone
up there... but, come on. I'll take you." Bobby led the man up the
stairs. He watched Bobby's rounded, voluptuous ass move from side to
side beneath his tight, white dress as his gorgeous legs swung upon
his hips, a mere two feet before the repairman's face. As the phone
man soaked in the girl's perfume, he felt his cock began to respond;
he reached down and secretly adjusted the bulge in his underwear so
that his growing erection would be less noticeable. He followed the
young woman into the bedroom and over to the far side of the ornate
canopy bed.

	"There is a phone here," Bobby said, indicating the elegant
telephone on the bedside table. "Your orders must be wrong. I don't
know if... " Bobby's words died off in mid-sentence. A strange
expression crossed his face as the odd sensation returned.

	"Are you okay, Monica?" the repairman asked, concerned. Bobby
sat on the bed, arm's length from the still-standing man.

	Bobby had not merely assumed a woman's flesh. He also had a
woman's mind and a woman's deepest desires, but to an intensified
degree. Instinctively and emotionally, Bobby was excessively female.
Irresistable cravings within him claimed him as his new pussy grew
hot, wet, and anxious to be filled. His nipples became hard. His
breathing grew lustfully deep. Simply having the repairman in the same
room was driving Bobby crazy -

	His new hormones raging, Bobby was like a mindless bitch in
heat. His new female libido ruling him, he found himself reaching out
to hurriedly unbuckle the belt of the gorgeous man standing before
him. In seconds, to the man's delight, the girl had unfastened and
unzipped his pants and was sliding them down the repairman's hard,
hairy thighs. The sight of the straining bulge in the man's tight
underwear set Bobby's insatiable new hunger afire. His breathing grew
even deeper and more rapid.

	"Look, Monica... " the man began, "I think we should... "

	"I think we should have sex!" Bobby finished.

	"What?"

	The moan of a desperately horny woman leapt from Bobby's lips,
his voice heavy with lustful excitement -

	"I want you to fuck my pussy... "

	Bobby squirmed as he reached behind for the zipper of his
dress. He could feel the insides of his bra's tight cups against the
soft skin of his breasts and felt the hot wetness of his hungry,
dripping vagina. As the man watched the beautiful girl drop her dress,
hose and panties to the floor, his erection rapidly swelled to full
size.

	Bobby managed to unhook his bra and let it, too, fall to the
floor, exposing the enormous bounty that now graced his chest. The
weight of his breasts was exciting, their soft form erotic. Their
enormous, hard nipples cried out to be sucked.

	The repairman's heart pounded with the sight of the bare
breasts before him, both his for the taking. He reached out and
caressed Bobby's tits with both hands, pressing them together and
playing with their huge nipples. Bobby leaned up and kissed the man,
probing his mouth with a lustful tongue.

	"Do you like my tits?" Bobby teasingly asked.

	"Oh, yeah... " the aroused man replied. "They're perfect... "

	"Suck them... ooooooh... suck my tits... suck my nipples... "
the woman begged/commanded. The repairman knelt down and put his mouth
to the girl's erect nipples, one at a time, sucking them, squeezing
them, and gently chewing them while Bobby played with the man's hair.
The man kneaded the huge breasts with both hands as he sucked, his
shaven whiskers tickling Bobby's delicate skin. For several minutes,
Bobby held the man's head against his bosom, head back, eyes closed as
the aroused man continued his erotic nursing.

	"I want to see your cock... show me your cock," Bobby desired.
The man rose to his feet, standing right in front of the girl. Bobby
stripped the man of his underwear immediately, leaving a huge, granite
penis jutting majestically outward from his naked groin. Bobby grabbed
the huge cock excitedly with both hands, running his delicate fingers
and soft palms repeatedly along its warm, majestic length as he
savored its great size.

	"It's so big... " the girl moaned. "So long... so thick...
so... delicious-looking... " Bobby leaned forward and kissed the head
of the erect cock, leaving a perfect lipstick print upon its tip. "You
must be very proud... "

	The repairman excitedly pulled his white T-shirt off over his
head, leaving him totally naked and exposing the forest of curly black
hair upon his chest. He had picked Bobby's pink silk panties up off of
the floor - holding them to his face, he deeply sniffed their crotch.

	"I love the smell of pussy... " he moaned.

	"I love the taste of cock... " Bobby smiled lustfully. Still
sitting on the bed, he leaned forward once more and hungrily took the
man's rigid penis into his mouth. The act felt right, felt natural to
Bobby. The man held Bobby's head against his crotch as the girl
hungrily mouth-pumped the organ. After a few minutes of sucking and
licking and loving the warmth and taste against his tongue, Bobby
sensed that the time had come. He pulled the straining organ from
between his lips, licked its head like a lollipop a few times, then
kissed its tip one final time. Then, after quickly slipping his feet
back into his still-warm pumps, Bobby laid lusciously back onto the
bed.

	Bobby spread his legs wide, inviting the man into his steaming
pussy with an alluring gesture of his hands. The repairman, mere putty
in the hands of the young seductress, quickly climbed atop Bobby,
mounting him as a male sexually mounts a female.

	"Put it in... hurry... I want to feel it... !" Bobby moaned,
making the man even hotter and harder. Eyes closed in delicious
anticipation, the nymphomaniacal girl's bent, widespread knees were
pushed even farther apart by two powerful hands. Bobby then felt the
blunt, insistent head of the man's huge, veined cock press against the
entrance to the glorious, sexual orifice `she' had not before
possessed.

	There could be no turning back, for the massive man had taken
total control and the new woman, trapped beneath him, her legs spread
wide, could but yield to his blazing, primal urges. As the muscular
phone man pressed his hips forward, his iron erection slid wetly into
the girl and Bobby knew an incredible sensation she should never have
known. It was the primal, female sensation of having the huge, hard,
and unstoppable cock of a powerful man driven deep into one's vagina
while one was helplessly pinned to a mattress by the weight of the
man's hard, sweaty flesh.

	The repairman used short, insistent strokes to press farther
into her, and with each push Bobby winced in pleasure/pain. Her vagina
was being stretched to accommodate the huge cock, and the man
continued to drive deeper until their pubic hair crushed together and
the repairman could feel that he had pushed all nine inches of his
cock into her as deeply as it would go. Braced above the girl on
locked arms, his hips nestled fully into the cradle of her widespread
thighs, his pelvis grinding hard against hers. Bobby's face was a
picture of sheer female erotic joy as the man's cock reached an
incredible depth within her.

	"It's in, Monica. All the way... how's it feel?"

	"Ooooooooh, yes!" the girl cried out in unbridled ecstasy as
the hard penis within her filled her whole world. "Pump it...
oooooooh... that feels so... it's so biiiiig... in and out... " The
man lustfully began to pump his member in and out of her, feeling the
tight walls of her virgin pussy around his stiff cock as his own
sexual excitement rose. The girl held her legs high and wide in the
air, her high heels dancing with each thrust of the man's cock.

	Her pussy was tight and exotic, and it joyfully embraced its
male counterpart with ripples of spasmodic energy. Bobby danced
inside, her mind embracing the fact that she had a pussy filled to
overflowing with the engorged penis of the stranger atop her. She
clamped her vaginal muscles around his pumping rod as tightly as she
could and playfully ran her dainty fingers through the man's chest
hair.

	"Ooooooooh... I'm having sex with... the phone man... " Bobby
sexily squealed, smiling lustfully as she recalled all of the
unbelievable Penthouse letters she had read that spoke of similar
situations. "These things really do happen... "

	"Damn straight, baby," the stranger said, breathing heavily
with the exertion of his passion. "Want me to pull out before I come?"

	"No! Don't you dare... " Bobby moaned in feminine pleasure. "I
want to feel you come inside me... " the girl begged.

	Monica walked into the house through the kitchen door and set
her purse on the table next to the one Bobby had left there.
Recognizing the other purse as one of her own, she knew it had not
been there when she left. She saw that the morning newspaper also on
the table was open to the fashion section. Spying her half-empty
coffee mug, Monica picked it up and spotted the lipstick print on its
lip. A woman had been sitting there. Thrilled, she knew exactly who
that woman had been. Monica then noticed a sound and tipped her head
up slightly, toward its apparent source.

	She heard squeaking bedsprings, punctuated by feminine moans
of pleasure. Monica smiled and set the coffee cup down.

	"That's my girl," she said happily.

	The phone man lowered himself and lied flat upon Bobby,
pressing his chest against hers as he continued to hump her for all he
was worth. They shared a wet, deep kiss, their tongues lovingly
exploring the roofs of each other's mouths. After a few moments they
broke into a series of gentle kisses and the man pulled away, laying
his head beside hers. Bobby turned to kiss him lightly on the ear.

	Bobby loved having the man's weight against her breasts and
stomach. She reached up to caress the man's sweaty back, encouraging
him to increase his frantic pumping. Bobby slid her hands down,
reaching as far as she could down the man's hard, hairy buttocks, and
roughly massaged his steel ass with her soft hands. The stranger
responded, pumping harder with each thrust of his hips as he moaned
into the pillow beside Bobby's head. His deep, masculine voice
reverberated in Bobby's ears.

	"Mmmmm... yeah, baby... ohhhhh... "

	"Ooooohhh... " Bobby murmured, her dark, glossy lips forming a
tight, sexy `o.' "It's so... so good... " A further shock of
pleasure/pain swept her as the cock inside her drove deeper, and as
she bit her lip she begged for more. "Fuck me, Mr. Phone Man... fuck
me harder... " As the words grew loud enough, ringing softly in her
pierced ears, she realized that her voice was not merely feminine but
was powerfully sultry and seductive - the kind of steamy music that
poured from the lips of sex kittens and brought men immediately to
erection. It was a female melody that could make men hard just by
reading the phone book.

	The man responded, picking up his already frantic rhythm and
pounding his cock deeper into Bobby's tight, wet pussy. "Yeah, baby...
anything you say... I'm yours... "

	"Tell me... I'm pretty... call me by my name... " she asked.

	"You're gorgeous, Monica... you're the most beautiful girl
I've ever seen... I mean it... "

	"Tell me... my pussy... feels good around... your cock... "

	"Oh, yeah... it's so good... sweet pussy, Monica... sweet
pussy... fuckin' you feels so good, Monica... "

	Then, along with the wet slap of their genitals, the heavy
sound of their breathing, and the rhythmic squeak of the bouncing
mattress beneath her, Bobby became aware of the sound of someone else
in the room. She looked toward the door.

	The beautiful Monica had walked in to find the naked,
glistening lovers in her bed. There Bobby was, a young woman now,
dressed only in white pumps with her legs spread high in the air and a
naked man between them who was pumping away for all he was worth.
Monica was so happy she wanted to cry, but she maintained a more
proper facade.

	"Young man... !" she firmly began, "I leave for an hour, and
while I'm gone you fuck my daughter in my own bed... ?!"

	Staring at the woman, the phone man stopped his furious
pumping, fearing her wrath. She could have him fired -

	"Hi, Mama," Bobby said innocently, a huge smile on her lovely
lips. She played her part to the hilt. "Oh, you were right about
sex... it feels so good... "

	Monica continued. "You know, she's only seventeen! You're
fucking a child!"

	The man had been fooled by Bobby's voluptuous body, one that
seemed at least twenty-one. He froze, aware that he could be arrested
if the girl's mother chose to press charges. "I... I didn't know... "
he pleaded.

	"That's no excuse... !" Monica paused for dramatic effect,
then suddenly smiled widely, seeing his panic. "But I'll forget I ever
saw this... if you let me watch my little girl becoming a woman!"

	"I... you mean she's a... you mean you want to watch us... "

	"She's a virgin. Is she a good lay?" Monica asked the man in a
deep, sexy voice. "She should be."

	"She's... she's great!" he replied, his breath coming in deep
gasps as he resumed his wild fucking of the girl.

	"Good," Monica responded with a smile. She looked approvingly
upon Bobby's excessively feminine form and saw herself at seventeen -
a sweet girl ripe and ready for sexual adventure. "Is it good having
his cock inside you, honey?"

	"Mmmmm... " Bobby moaned, filled with the physical joy of
being female. She smiled widely at Monica, her pretty lips gleaming
with the wetness of the lipstick she wore. She closed her bewitchingly
beautiful eyes and drifted on a sexual sea of female fulfillment,
floating with the bounce of the mattress beneath her as the man
continued his animalistic ravaging of the gorgeous teenage redhead.

	"He's a real hunk, Monica," Monica commented, playing along,
reaching out to feel the hardness of one of the man's sweaty biceps as
he lied atop the girl. She then rested her cool hand upon his tensed
ass as it bounced up and down, his cock ramming deep into the pussy
Monica had given Bobby. "Oooooh... I'd like to get a little of that
myself."

	Bobby's huge, dancing breasts moved upon her chest with each
pounding thrust of the man's penis, and Monica watched them with a
satisfied eye. "Such lovely tits you have, honey... " she said,
reaching out to caress one of them. "They're absolutely perfect."

	Bobby, in the throes of sexual ecstasy, could only smile. She
felt so alive. Having the man between her legs felt natural and was
incredibly exciting. She could not imagine how she had ever lived for
all those years with the ugly, ridiculous penis that had once been a
part of her body.

	Bobby's clitoris was on fire with an electric pleasure she had
never dreamed existed. Her orgasm swelled, spreading into her entire
lower abdomen as its climax grew near. Her breaths came in greedy
gulps -

	Monica smiled widely, standing back to watch her daughter's
first orgasm.

	The repairman suddenly rammed his cock deep into the girl and
stopped pumping. His semen was a split second away from exploding into
the woman. Bobby felt the man's thighs tense up atop hers -

	- and his come spurted into Bobby, showering her deep with his
steaming, creamy seed. At that same instant Bobby's female orgasm
ignited every nerve in her body and set her afire with the blazing
passion of being a woman. She screamed out in her feminine squeal with
the orgasm's intensity; her vaginal muscles locked tight and a new
sensation swam among her senses.

	"Ohhhhhhhh... yes... ! I'm... I'm... !"

	A flood of hot vaginal juices poured from Bobby's electrified
pussy, bathing both the bedsheets and the man's crotch with the
steaming fluid. Eyes tightly sealed, Bobby gripped her wondrous tits,
pinching her long, hard nipples with her polished nails as the orgasm
within her reached its peak. She cried out, sparkles filling her
closed eyes.

	As their orgasms began to fade, the lovers collapsed into a
sweat-soaked heap of erotic flesh.

	"I... I never had sex like that before... never... " the man
said, out of breath. Bobby laid quietly beneath him, lightly stroking
his back until he pulled out of her. After a few minutes, the
repairman dressed and gathered his equipment. Monica escorted him
downstairs and let him out of the house.

	Bobby, a smile of extreme satisfaction on her pretty lips, was
still lying naked upon the bed when her benefactress returned a few
moments later. The woman sat beside her, stroking her long, shiny
hair. "How was it, honey?" Monica asked softly.

	"It feels like... like he's still inside me."

	Monica smiled. "That's normal, for now. Your vagina will
stretch as you use it."

	"That note you left me... you knew. From the beginning... you
knew I was becoming a woman. You wanted me to put on your things...
wanted me to have sex with that man... "

	"Of course, dear. I sent him here. I knew that this morning
your metamorphosis from caterpillar into beautiful butterfly would be
complete... and I wanted to give you the opportunity to fully enjoy
your new body." She looked over the girl's immense bust line and soft,
sexy curves. "I'd say you turned out extraordinarily well... "

	"Why didn't you tell me I was turning into a girl?"

	Monica continued to run her fingers lightly through Bobby's
hair. "If I had told you that the only way I could change you meant
your becoming a girl, you would have said `no' and you'd still be the
same, sad person you were before. Even if you had wanted to become a
girl, your male pride would have forced you to tell me you didn't. I
had to do something to help you... and this was what I could do." She
paused. "There's so much I want to teach you now... there are so many
fine points to living life as a woman." She continued to play with the
girl's gorgeous auburn hair, fussing over her. "All the little things.
And one day, you'll find yourself a nice young man and settle down
with him somewhere."

	Mental pictures flashed in Bobby's mind. She would be the
bride at her wedding. She would spend her married, adult life having
loving sex with her husband.

	Monica sighed, amazed at the completeness of Bobby's
transformation. The former boy was every inch a girl, from her lovely
face to her slender ankles. "From now on, feel free to wear my things
anytime you want. I'll bet you were lovely in that dress." She
indicated the heap of white on the floor. "You may not want to raid my
closet any more, though... your things are just as pretty." She
clasped her hands together in delight.

	"My things?"

	"Your new bedroom, right next to mine... a young lady's
room... has a closet full of gorgeous dresses and sexy high heels.
Your dresser is filled with all of the unmentionables a girl could
need."

	Bobby brought her soft, pampered hands up and gently lifted on
the undersides of the rounded, feminine mounds that protruded
youthfully outward from her chest. Squeezing gently, she enjoyed the
firm suppleness that belonged to that living tissue common only to
women. She loved the sensation of feeling her hands against her warm
bosom as they cupped the new, amazing roundness she had there.

	"These... feel nice," she said.

	Bobby sat up and slipped back into the satin bra she had worn
earlier. Her generous mammaries pressed against each other as they
exceeded the restraining confines of her straining cups; the upper
contours of her breasts with their prominent, fleshy cleavage and its
distinctive vertical line made a cry of joy build within Bobby's
throat. The little gold heart still hanging from her delicate gold
necklace had nestled into her deep valley, held snugly on both sides
by the soft flesh of her inner breasts.

	"Oh, honey, they're beautiful," Monica said, glowing with
pride for Bobby as she looked happily at the girl's new bustline. "I'd
say you're a good D-cup, at least... maybe even bigger... oh, you're
so lucky! You may even be a little better endowed than I am - looks
like that bra of mine you're wearing could stand to be a little
roomier."

	Bobby could only stare down at her breasts in joyful silence.
Her mammaries were huge and wonderful signposts of her new gender,
shouting out the fact of her womanhood for all the world to hear.
Their weight pulling against her chest was an exciting, continual
reminder of the glorious fact that she was now that which she had
secretly longed to be. She couldn't wait to show off her voluptuous
tits on the beach, her body covered with the glossy sheen of body oil,
her breasts held precariously within the straining confines of a
string bikini - bouncing as she walked the fluid, sensuous walk of a
flirtaceous woman.

	She stood slowly and turned again toward the mirror. Her
reflection was that of a luscious redhead with that intangible
feminine aura and air of female self-identity common to all beautiful
women. She glowingly radiated the sexual confidence of a seductive
woman who knew just how to use her body for the entrapment of men, and
knew how to please them, and herself, once she had lured them into her
bed.

	In short, she had been recreated in Monica's image.

	Monica sat and looked at her creation proudly. "You're
complete now, honey. Everyone begins female in the womb... I've
returned you to your true sex. You're like me."

	She could barely believe it. Transfixed upon her reflection,
Bobby lightly began to caress that part of her right breast that was
visible above the silky cup of her bra. "Why... why do I look so much
like you? I mean... I have your figure and your hair color... and my
face even looks a lot like yours, now... like there's a strong family
resemblance between us."

	Monica rose and stood beside her, her gentle hands upon her
shoulders in reassurance. "Honey... the potion I gave you was very,
very special... something my dear, brilliant husband created before he
died. He was a chemist... a genius. You see, we could never have
children, and I did so want a daughter. The pink elixir was his answer
to the problem - a miracle drawn from my genetic makeup and his."

	"What were you going to do with it?"

	"Well, our original intent was to adopt a girl and give the
potion to her, which would, in essence, make her our real daughter.
Our bloodlines would continue through her. But my husband died before
we were able to start our family, and I never quite had the courage to
do it without him. Not until you came along... "

	"But I was a boy... ?!"

	"It didn't matter. Any young girl taking the elixir would
simply become a different girl... but any boy taking it would
accommodate its effects by completely changing sex as his genetic
makeup was rewritten. I knew that by giving you the elixir I could
give you a new life and get the daughter I wanted so badly at the same
time. You were the first and only one ever to take it... those twelve
doses were all there was."

	Bobby looked down upon her soft flesh, astounded anew by the
miracle the elixir had wrought in her formerly male body. "So, I look
like you because... "

	"Because you are my daughter. The elixir created a whole new,
female DNA structure in you... my family history flows in your veins,
now. Every cell in your body carries a girl's genetic pattern. Your
chromosomes are double-X now, just like mine. Like very girl's."

	Bobby put her hands to her head, overwhelmed by it all. "I
love this body... but all this has happened so fast... "

	"What's important is that you're a young lady, now. A young,
beautiful lady. With a new life... a happy life... the life I promised
you."

	Bobby tried to look down at her crotch, but found she could
not see beyond her breasts and their smooth cleavage. Monica smiled
anew, enjoying watching the girl's self-discovery. "You've known
having a man inside you, now... you've acted fully and sexually as a
female. Part of the elixir's effect is that sex will always be
wonderful for you... even better than what you just experienced.
You'll always experience intense orgasms, every time you have sex.
Sometimes more than one."

	The thought made Bobby realize just how different life as a
woman was always going to be. There was a great chasm separating the
sexes, a chasm Bobby had impossibly leapt over, leaving manhood
utterly behind. She had irreversibly and joyfully joined the ranks of
womanhood. She thought of the girls in the photo layouts of the men's
magazines she used to read, and the thought that she was just like
those girls filled her throat with a thrill that made her unable to
draw a breath - a sexy smile came to her luscious lips as she realized
what being just like those girls, in every way, now meant.

	"So, I'm going to have a period each month," she said. Monica
detected a note of excitement in her voice.

	"Of course, honey. All young women do... that's how your body
reminds you each month that, well, that you're a girl."

	She mouthed thoughts she already knew to be fact. "What if I
get pregnant, now that I've had sex with that man? He came inside me,
without wearing a condom or anything... "

	"You won't, honey. Your first ovulation won't happen for a
couple of weeks yet. And believe me, sweetheart," Monica commented,
"every red-blooded young man will want to make love to you. You'll
have to be choosy... as tempted as you may be, you shouldn't just
spread your legs for any boy who wants it."

	"Ohhhh," Bobby pouted. "All right... " Monica watched Bobby
smile and caress her stomach.

	Monica had kept her promise. Bobby had indeed begun a whole
new life, one in which she would be happy and very attractive. It had
never occurred to her, when Monica first told her she could help her,
that it would wind up being men whom she would so strongly attract -
but that prospect was now enjoyable, even exciting. She realized that
she liked being this woman far more than she had ever liked being that
boy named Bobby.

	She continued to caress her breast, intoxicated by the sight
of her long, dark, polished nails against the milky skin of her ample
bosom. "When did you do my nails?"

	"Last night, as you slept. Your body was sleeping deeply so
all of its physical energies could be put toward the massive changes
taking place. I gave you three coats of polish and dried them hard."

	"They're so pretty... "

	Bobby turned toward Monica and looked into her eyes. "Why,
what is it, Bobby?" Monica asked, searching for signs of sadness in
her face.

	"I wanted this," Bobby said, welling up with happy tears.

	"Yes, sweetheart," Monica agreed. "You did. I noticed last
month that you'd begun shaving your legs... you wouldn't have done
that if you weren't enjoying it. And what lovely legs you have, dear,"
she observed, looking down at the perfect shape of Bobby's silken
calves. "Like mine. They were always my strongest feature. Shapely
legs and slender ankles like ours are... well...

	"I'll put it this way... don't be surprised when men just
stand there and watch you walk away. With the right swivel in your
hips, those legs of yours will leave erections in your wake everywhere
you go. Like mine do. And teasing the boys is so much fun!" Bobby
laughed as Monica held her small, feminine hand and looked at her
long, pretty nails. Their glossy polish danced in the light. "And if
you hadn't wanted these long nails, you would never have allowed me to
have Anna give them to you."

	She had Bobby pegged. "You're right," the former boy admitted.
"The longer my nails got, the more I loved it. You have no idea how
many times I wanted to ask Anna for screaming red nail polish... but I
didn't have the nerve. I saw myself growing more feminine all along...
and I tried to convince myself that I didn't want that. But I did."

	She looked into Monica's sensuous eyes. "I never told you
this... I didn't dare... but ever since I moved in here, I've wanted
to be you." The woman smiled, flattered. Bobby looked down at the
sides of her shapely legs. "And you're right... " she admitted, a
little surprised that Monica had noticed, "I've been shaving my legs
for two months now. And my underarms. It made me feel, well, as if I
were you."

	"You really wanted to be me?"

	Bobby nodded. "Time for true confessions, I guess. Sometimes,
when you weren't home, I lounged around the house in your clothes - at
least the ones that fit me. I know it's strange for a boy to have a
woman as the person he'd most like to be, but it's true. I didn't pick
a sports hero or an astronaut. I wanted to emulate the kindest, most
wonderful person I'd ever known... a beauty pageant winner. A woman.
You're my hero, Monica."

	"It isn't strange, sweetheart. The change in your sexual
identity began when you took your first sip of the elixir. Since day
one, you've become increasingly feminine, both physically and
mentally. Your wants and needs became those of a girl, even before
your body reached completion. It was natural for you to choose a woman
as your role-model... all girls do. Something in you already knew that
a woman was what you'd be." She took Bobby's hand and squeezed it
gently. "And I'm honored. I just hope you realize what a special young
lady you are."

	The girl smiled, her glossy lips catching the light. Her
loveliness warmed Monica's heart. "I need a new name," Bobby said.

	"Charissa."

	"Charissa?"

	Monica looked down. "I decided that if I ever had a daughter,
that's the name I'd give her."

	Reaching out and hugging Monica tightly, Bobby happily
announced, "From now on, I'm `Charissa Marilyn Leslie.' You named me
today. Bobby's gone. Promise you'll never call me anything else."

	Tears appeared in the beautiful eyes of both women as they
joyfully entered their new mother-daughter relationship. "I promise,
Charissa," Monica pledged as they broke the hug, "and I want you to
live here, with me, for as long as you'd like."

	"I'd love to, Mama," Charissa answered, smiling and kissing
Monica gently and lovingly on the cheek. "Until I get married. I'm so
happy here."

	"You'll need a few things. I'll get you a new birth
certificate, a driver's license, and your own credit cards by the end
of the week, Charissa. My accountant will arrange for your social
security number. I'm going to make sure you never want for anything."

	That evening, alone in her new, femininely-adorned bedroom,
the naked Charissa smiled as she watched herself in the room's full-
length mirror. Her smooth, shaven legs were bare and shiny, and she
slipped her delicate feet into a pair of red pumps from her own
closet. Her vital statistics had blossomed to 38-24-36, which,
combined with her height of 5'7" and her weight of 119 pounds, gave
her a voluptuous figure well beyond the dearest hopes of most girls.

	As Charissa stood admiring her body in the mirror, wearing
only her shiny high-heels and playing with her long, auburn red hair,
breasts firm and erect, she blew kisses to herself and did her best
imitation of Marilyn Monroe.

	Bobby had been an artist, and a gifted one. But Charissa
herself was a work of art now, a thing of beauty to be enjoyed by
others - primarily by men. Charissa spread her legs wide before the
mirror to expose her sparse, auburn pubic hair and, cradled beneath,
her new vagina. She reached down and spread its soft, pink lips with
her slender fingers, adoring the female sexuality it stood for. It was
wonderful to see it there; she felt complete and happy for the first
time in her life.

	For nearly half an hour she soaked in the feel of the deeply
feminine silkiness of her milky skin, the softness of her luscious
breasts, the sight of her large, hard nipples, the shiny smoothness of
her silken legs, the suppleness of her kissable lips, the sensuous
beauty of her alluring eyes and the inviting folds of her warm,
wanting pussy -

	Charissa understood for the first time what a powerfully
sexual being she was. Her body would always wield an irresistibly
seductive influence over any man she wished to rule. She had never had
sex as a man, but now, more than anything, she needed to have sex with
men, needed to feel them inside her, and longed to submissively yield
her flesh to their every lustful desire. Her life had come ablaze, a
fantasy of erotic intensity and fiery adventure.

	Months before, Bobby had entered Monica's house an unhappy
boy. Miraculously, he had forever become a gorgeous new she - and
Charissa wholly loved her new life as Monica's daughter.

	She glanced at the phone, thought of the man she had had
inside her, and smiled seductively. She wanted more sex, with another
man - with all men -

	Sitting on her soft bed, she dialed. After a few rings,
someone answered.

	"Hello, Domino's... ?" the nude and beautiful Charissa asked
sexily, fingering her clitoris. "Is that tall, blond delivery man of
yours working tonight... ?"