Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: nostrumo@nienor.in-berlin.de
Subject: TG: Cheryl by Laura Leigh
Date: 4 Nov 1995 02:04:25 +0100

				Cheryl
				  by
			     Laura Leigh

	Russ was depressed. Dangerously so. His best friend, Lenny,
stood next to him, trying to help.

	"I'm worthless," Russ moaned. "Good for nothing."

	"Come on... you've been more of a friend than I could ever
have asked for. When I told you I was a crossdresser, you stood beside
me. Helped me. I owe you so much."

	"You're my best friend. I'd do anything to help you," Russ
said. "You know that."

	"I know. I'm so sorry to see you going through all this."

	"I just can't take it anymore. All I want is a wife who'll
love me and stand by me. I want a family of my own. But all I ever get
are bitches that use me and than demand a divorce. Three failed
marriages... a dozen broken relationships... I can't take it anymore."

	"You've been my best friend for so long... I know what a great
guy you are. If I were a girl, I'd have married you a long time ago."

	"It would have solved both our problems."

	Lenny thought long and hard about that. "Yeah. It would have.
It still can."

	"Huh?"

	"I don't have any real family. I don't have a job, no
responsibility, nothing right now. My life has no roots at all."

	"So? How does that help?"

	"I could fall off the planet, and no one would notice, except
you. Right? See, I know this'll sound nuts, but... all of the first-
born males in my family have always had a single wish granted to them
after reaching adulthood. I've never used mine... not until now. I
finally know what I truly want more than anything else."

	"What do you mean?" Russ asked, confused.

	"You said you'd do anything for me. Well, I'll do something
for you. For both of us," he answered. He closed his eyes and took a
deep breath. Suddenly, as the amazed man watched, Lenny's body began
to transform itself. Flesh flowed into new contours. In seconds it was
done.

	Permanently. For better or for worse, Lenny had chosen a new
life.

	Russ stared in wonder. Before him stood not the man he had
known, but the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

	"I'm yours," she said in a voice like music. As she spoke, she
stripped out of her now-ill-fitting clothing, revealing to him the
most luscious female form he had ever seen. Her long, full, cascading
hair shone like spun gold. "I'm your idea of the perfect woman," she
said as her pants dropped to the floor, exposing long, shapely legs of
silky smoothness. "My body, my face, my heart, my mind." The woman
pulled off her panties as well, showing Russ that she was indeed now
female. She looked down at the soft flesh of her vaginal lips, smiling
in joy. "Now, my problem is gone. I don't have to fight my compulsion
to wear women's clothes any more... they're what I need now."

	"You're... you're the woman I've always dreamed of... " Russ
said in utter astonishment.

	"Five-foot-five. Dark blonde. 38-22-36... my, I'm quite a foxy
lady, aren't I?"

	"Is this permanent? I mean, will you ever go back to... "

	"Never. This is who I am for the rest of my life. I was
created out of your thoughts, your desires. I'm everything you ever
wanted in a wife."

	"You sure you're gonna like wearing lipstick and high heels?"

	"I always have." She walked up to the stunned man, her huge,
youthful breasts bouncing with each step. Pressing the enormous
mammaries against him, she stood on her tiptoes and gently kissed him.
"Take me... make love to me. I want you inside me."

	Russ picked her up and cradled the girl in his strong arms.
Lenny put her arms around his muscular neck, looking up into his face.

	"Your name is `Cheryl,' now," Russ told her. "I like that
name."

	"I do, too," Cheryl said, smiling a smile like pure sunlight.

	Russ's heart lightened. He loved the woman, and she loved him.
Gazing into her sparkling eyes, he carried her into the bedroom.

	They made love all day, in all ways and in all sexual
positions. Cheryl was intoxicated by how wondrous and glorious sex as
a woman was. Russ was intoxicated by Cheryl's beauty and by her love
for him - and by his own intense love for her.

	Man and woman - soon man and wife - their love could not be
contained. She had his babies, three in all. Russ and Cheryl Parker
lived happily ever after.