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The Aztec Earrings
by K. Moore (1995)
***
A transgender story about explorers of Aztec ruins who
find that the place has a very unusual effect on them,
mentally and physically. (MM, tg, fant)
***
CHAPTER ONE - ARRIVAL ON THE ISLAND
I have always seen movies and read books about people
who led "double lives," like spies, serial killers and
so forth, but never in my wildest dreams did I expect
that I might one day experience their world in a
fashion so incredible that only a person with a super
imagination could believe!
It all started about a year ago when I went on a
camping trip with my best buddy, Ron. Ron and I had
always enjoyed outdoor spots that very few people knew
about. We had gone to various wilderness areas in the
Southern United States, never ceasing to marvel at the
just how far away from humanity we could get. Caves,
canyons, mountain crags... you name it, we went there!
This time, we had planned an excursion to an island off
the coast of Florida that had been designated a
National Wilderness Area. It was so deserted and
inaccessible that we actually had to charter a boat to
drop us off on it, directing the captain to pick us up
after a five day stay.
We talked with our boat captain on the way out, and he
informed us of the myths and legends associated with
the island. He told us of a mystical tribe of Indians
said to have once inhabited the place.
Supposedly, they were the remnants of the Aztec tribe
conquered by Cortes way back in the early 1500s. When
the conquistador had arrived in their Mexican city, the
Aztecs were known for their peace-loving artistic way
of life. They worshipped a female sun god, and for
them, life and all its pleasures were gifts to be
cherished and revelled in.
Once Cortes had massacred their leader and their
people, most of the Aztecs that were left were forced
into a life of slavery and slow assimilation into the
culture of their Spanish conquerors. Only a few remote
pockets of Aztecs refused to bend to the harsh ways of
their uninvited guests. One of these rebellious bands
supposed fled to the north into what was to become the
U.S., taking with them their mystical charms designed
to reinforce their religious and social beliefs.
This band, said our captain, eventually found peace on
the island that was to be our destination. There they
lived happily for about a hundred years, growing more
and more dedicated to their faith in the feminine sun
god and the wonders of fertility and joys of the flesh
that she had bestowed on them.
They believed, said the captain, that all earthly
things were originally female in nature, and thus there
was no greater honor than to be a woman in their tribe.
Various stories had been told by sailors of the time of
the incredible, almost mystical beauty of the female
inhabitants of the island. People who had supposedly
been shipwrecked on the reefs surrounding the island
had been taken in, nursed back to health and shown only
love and compassion by these perfect specimens of
femininity.
It was said that many sailors, upon being made aware of
these incredible people, decided to forego their lives
on the land and live out their days in this tropical
Garden of Eden. In fact, said the captain, there were
so few sailors who chose to return to the mainland,
that their stories were largely looked upon as
fabrications, especially when they pointed out the fact
that the only males on the island were outnumbered by
the women by at least two to one, and that of those few
males that were there, all were no older than their
teens!
As we neared the island, the captain finished his story
by saying that a great hurricane struck in the mid
1600s, completely submerging the island and all its
inhabitants. The storm was so strong, he said, that the
island resurfaced only after fifty years, leaving no
remnants of its former civilization.
Since that time, archaeologists had found only a few
pottery shards and broken building materials... nothing
that could ever prove or disprove the many stories told
about the last tribe of the Aztecs! Now, the captain
told us, only a smattering of vacationers and hearty
campers like ourselves went out to the island, bringing
back stories only of beautiful and secluded sand, sun
and sea!
After hearing these stories of our island, Ron and I
were only more excited about spending some time there.
Since there was no dock, the captain let us and our
gear off in a little rubber raft about 100 yards from
shore, saluted us, and told us he would be back in 5
days. As we paddled for the beach, listening to the
rapidly diminishing growl of our boat's motors, we were
both grinning with the thought of the adventure that
awaited us!
CHAPTER TWO - THE DREAM!
We made camp not far from where we beached our rubber
raft and walked around surveying our beautiful island.
No one could have wished for a more incredible place!
The beach was filled with sand as fine as sugar
granules, and the ocean itself was as blue as the sky
on a cloudless day in paradise! The island was only 3
miles across at its widest point, and in between the
shores was a pine and rock forest filled with dense
vegetation and beautiful tropical flowers. We were in
heaven!
That night, we ate a typical camp meal, then drank and
talked under the starry sky feeling the soft, cool
breezes and hearing the tranquil sound of the waves
lapping against the beach. I crawled into my sleeping
bag early and fell asleep with a smile on my face,
dreaming of the beautiful Aztec women of the captain's
tales.
One of my dreams was especially vivid. I remembered
walking through the forest being led by the hand of a
dazzling dark haired beauty clad only in an animal skin
bikini. She was laughing at me and hurrying me along,
turning fully around every now and then to show me her
beautiful flashing white teeth and sexy flowing hair.
Her supple, silken body with all its incredible curves
and long tanned legs only added to my encouragement to
keep up with her.
After a short time, we came to a clearing in the forest
bounded by a large outcropping of rocks that towered
above me. As graceful as a deer, she leapt up onto a
ledge a few feet above the ground and beckoned to me to
join her. I jumped up with considerably less grace and
took her small hand when she offered it to me. With her
help, I pulled myself up onto the ledge and into her
grasp. With a tinkling giggle, she nestled her body
into mine and wrapped me up in her arms. I felt her
warm, soft lips against mine as her firm breasts
pressed against my chest.
My hands traced the pliant curves of her back and waist
as we kissed, her hands roaming over my chest and
shoulders. She broke the kiss and stepped back from me,
placing my hands on her breasts. With a wonderful
passionate sigh, she tossed her head back as my hands
began to squeeze and play with her nipples. I bent
toward her and felt her hands on the back of my head
pressing my mouth into her cleavage. She murmured
girlish sounds of approval as I suckled her breasts,
her hands running through my hair and over the
sensitive skin of my neck.
After a moment of this, she took my face in her hands,
kissed me once lightly, and then motioned for me to
look around at our surroundings. I took in the rocky
vista that was in front of me, noting the little cave
that was just off to my left. Then she wrapped me up
again and I felt her hands travel down toward to my
crotch as we kissed again. My cock had grown extremely
hard already, but when I felt her hands go inside my
shorts, it seemed as if it would explode! With her
mouth against mine and both her hands squeezing my
manhood, I heard her utter the only words that I would
ever hear her say.
In a soft whisper between kisses she sighed, "Remember,
my love, and join us!" Her manipulations had brought me
to near climax, but just as I was reaching the point of
no return, she suddenly began to shimmer and grow
transparent. The next thing I knew, I was inside my
sleeping bag with a throbbing erection!
As I came out of my dream, I could swear that I could
still feel the warmth of her body next to mine and hear
her delicious passionate laughter. I lay back in my bag
watching the sun rise and luxuriating in the souvenirs
of my dream.
CHAPTER THREE - DISCOVERY!
As we prepared our breakfast, I asked Ron if he had had
any strange dreams the previous evening. He replied
that he had been so tired and happy that it would have
been too much work to have dreams! Not being a believer
in the "reality" of dreams, I shook mine off and put it
down to having an active imagination.
The plan of the day was to explore our paradise from
stem to stern. We decided to start on the north side of
the island beach and hike all the way around it if we
could. The day was as pleasant as could be... warm but
not hot, and with a steady sea breeze that cooled us
off constantly.
It was during one of our many breaks that something
strange occurred. I was half-dozing in the sun with my
eyes closed, letting my mind wander, when I could swear
that I heard a soft feminine voice murmur in my ear. I
couldn't be sure, but I thought it had said something
like, "We're here," and "Find us!"
I immediately opened my eyes and sat up, but all I saw
was Ron sipping a drink and the beautiful horizon of
sea and sand. He looked at me curiously and raised his
eyebrows questioningly. Not wanting to appear a total
fool, I told him that a mosquito had bitten me and let
it go at that. He nodded and said that we should
probably get started again.
As I strapped on my pack with the woman's voice still
reverberating in my head, I looked inland at the
forest. Something about it looked familiar. As if by
pure instinct, I motioned to Ron and suggested that we
explore the inland for a while. He agreed, and we
veered away from the beach into the forest. Though the
undergrowth was thick, we both expressed surprise that
it was not nearly as inaccessible as on the other side
of the island. In fact, it was almost as if there had
once been a path along the route we were taking!
As the trees began to hide the sun, the forest took on
a mysterious look. Ghostly shadows hung from
everywhere, and the absolute silence made us feel as if
we were in an arboreal cathedral. Again, I was struck
by the familiarity of it all... I was certain I had
been here before, when of course, I could not have
been. As we walked along experiencing the wonder of
this hauntingly beautiful place, it suddenly dawned on
me that this was place I had visited in my dream!
It was enough to make me think again about my disbelief
in the "psychic" nature of dreams. I had had deja vu
before, but never anything like this. I took over the
lead from Ron and felt as if my feet had taken on a
life of their own and were guiding me to a specific
place.
Sure enough, after only a few minutes, we came to the
clearing in the forest that I so vividly remembered
from my dream. There was the rock garden that I had
kissed my fantasy woman on, and there was the ledge
that she had so nimbly jumped atop. Ron sat down, his
eyes moving back and forth over the fantastic scenery.
"Wow! Look at this place!" he said, "I could sit here
forever and look at this!"
"You do that," I said, "I'm gonna take a look up here."
I climbed up onto the ledge, knowing what I would find.
There it was; the view, the rocks, the cave...
everything from my dream. I knew what I had to do. I
took out my flashlight and brushed away the cobwebs
from the entrance of the cave. The opening was a tight
squeeze, but I managed it, and with a little effort, I
found myself able to stand upright in a small room.
I shone my flashlight against the wall and saw with
delight the faded cave paintings there. They were
expertly drawn, but the ages and their time underwater
had reduced them to bare outlines. I looked closely at
one of the murals and could make out a group of
wonderfully drawn beautiful women dressed in colorful
costumes. Another showed two naked women embracing each
other passionately.
I was just about to shout for Ron when my beam played
upon small half-buried metal box in the corner of the
cave room. Excitedly, I ran over to it and dug it out
of the sand. The top of it was worn to perfect
smoothness and badly tarnished, but I realized that it
must have been made of silver. The clasp was rusted,
but with a bang of my flashlight, it came off. I opened
it up and gently dumped out the sand that had gathered
inside of it.
As the sand fell to the ground, my beam hit upon
something that glinted merrily in the light. There, lit
by my flashlight was a pair of beautiful gold earrings.
They were small, but the delicate metal sculpting was
astonishing! On each one, there was a carving of the
head of a beautiful Indian woman in a sort of helmet-
like headdress. Her face was exquisite with huge
alluring cat-like eyes and high elegant cheekbones. So
detailed was the metalwork that the earrings looked
almost like a portrait painting.
I stared, nearly hypnotized by their beauty, when the
sound of Ron coming into the entrance of the cave
started me back to reality. "You down there?!" he
shouted, and I responded, "Yeah! Come look!"
Before I realized what I was doing, I had closed the
box with the earrings inside and slipped it inside a
hidden pocket in my pack. I felt a little selfish
hiding my discovery from my good friend, but something
told me that it was the right thing to do. As his light
came into view, I gleefully shouted to him, "Look at
these paintings! They must be hundreds of years old!"
He gave a low whistle as his light ran over the murals.
"Guess those stories the captain told us were at least
partly true!" he said. We looked at the cave walls for
a while longer and even dug around in the sand floor,
hunting for artifacts, but found no more. As we exited
the entrance, we talked excitedly about the importance
of our find.
"The archaeologists are going to eat this up!" Ron said
as we made our way down from the ledge. Suddenly, we
felt a strong gust of wind and heard a rumble of rock.
We looked up just in time to see a large stone teeter
and fall from the top of the bluff! We scrambled to get
out of the way as it tumbled violently down the face of
the cliff and came to rest right in front of the cave
entrance, sealing it off completely! "Or not," I said
forlornly as small pebbles bounced around us.
"Now, why did that happen?" Ron said. "That boulder
must have been barely hanging up there!" We climbed
back on to the ledge to inspect the damage and realized
that only a few sticks of dynamite would allow anyone
to enter the cave again.
"Oh well," I said, "we can still tell people about it."
CHAPTER FOUR - MAGIC!
We talked about how lucky we were on the way back to
our camp, still marvelling at how we, of all people,
managed to find something that professionals had missed
for all these years. I thought about the dream that had
pointed the way for me, and why I had unsharingly taken
the earrings and jewelry box for myself. I could gather
no plausible conclusions, and decided to leave it alone
until I could get a better look at my finds. We trudged
tiredly into camp at just about sunset, and it was all
we could do to prepare dinner and collapse into our
tents.
I waited until I heard Ron begin to quietly snore
before I got the box out of my bag. In the light of my
flashlight, the earrings were just as beautiful as I
remembered. The woman in the gold looked back at me
with her enormous eyes just as before, but I could
swear that this time she had a smile that had not been
there before! Probably just my imagination again I told
myself. I turned one earring over and examined the
back. There was a small peg on one side, and opposite
it was a tiny bar with ridges on it.
The workmanship on this artifact was amazing and I
could tell by pushing the bar and peg together that the
mechanism was still working even after all these years.
Just to prove it to myself, I undid the clips and
reached up to put the earring on my earlobe.
With a little snick, the bar and peg came together with
my lobe between them, fastening the earring securely to
my ear. I removed my hand tentatively to test how
secure the earring was attached. It didn't move, even
when I shook my head a little. It was kind of fun
feeling the weight of it on my ear, and, for some
reason, I was also feeling a little pleasant warmth
emanating from around my ear. I decided to test the
other one, and it was then that my life changed
forever!
The other earring fit just as snugly as its
counterpart, but as soon as both earrings were securely
attached, I felt the peculiar warmth grow much more
intense. Suddenly, it was as if my body had been taken
hold of by dozens of strong hands. I couldn't move an
inch! The warmth around my ears began to spread to
other parts of my body and I could feel myself being
twisted and wrenched from the inside out. The feeling
wasn't exactly painful, but I was terrified! What was
happening to me?
I tried to cry out for Ron, but found that my voice,
like the rest of me, was paralyzed as well! The warmth
turned into an electricity that tingled throughout my
every limb. I felt my body spasm, forcing my head
forward so that I now looked down from my sitting
position.
With uncontrollable shakes and twitches, I saw what I
could not believe. My formerly broad and hairy chest
had shrunken and become entirely devoid of hair... My
legs, equally hairy and masculine had taken on a
feminine smoothness and become girlishly shapely. My
body shook again, and I saw out of the corners of my
frozen eyes that there was now long black hair
surrounding my face and growing longer by the second.
My chest, even smaller than when I had last looked at
it was suddenly swelling around my nipples.
I watched with horror as my nipples expanded to twice,
then three times their normal size, their color
changing from my normal dusky brown to a bright pink.
The area around them was metamorphisizing even faster
than they were, swelling quickly until they had become
an astonishingly ample woman's bosom! I felt my head
thrown back as my body was wracked again with another
spasm.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and though I was blind
to the changes that were taking place, I could feel
each and every one of them. My flesh seemed to crawl,
taking on a new texture and rearranging itself in
different proportions. I felt a thousand tingles around
my face as my cheeks quivered and puckered as they
changed while my lips underwent a swelling sensation
that made them feel heavier and larger.
Even my nose was not immune to the transformation as I
felt it shrink and become smaller. I thrashed once
again with an even more powerful spasm, feeling my very
bones shifting within me. At the same time, I could
feel the area around my waist tighten and shrink while
my hips broadened and became rounder. By this time, I
could feel myself regaining some body control though
the electric tingles were still swirling all over me.
I could hear my breath gasping through my mouth, but I
subconsciously noted that the gasps I was hearing were
nothing like I was used to... They seemed breathier...
Perhaps even daintier? Suddenly, the last of the
tingles concentrated their force around my crotch. I
felt an almost unbearable heat between my legs that
just as suddenly began to abate into a pleasant warm
sensation. As the tingles finally subsided, I found
myself almost able to move freely.
Exhausted, I fell back onto my sleeping bag,
unexpectedly finding that I now had a cushion of ebony
hair that I hadn't had before. Still gasping for
breath, I brought my hands up to my face to wipe the
perspiration from my forehead. Even by the dim light of
the flashlight that had been tossed about during my
spasms, I knew that the hands that were caressing my
face were not my own. They were small and delicate with
tiny wrists and long feminine fingernails.
In fact, not only were my hands not my own, but my face
was just as unfamiliar! Instead of finding the coarse
black beard that I had worn for 15 years, my new hands
played over soft cool hairless skin! I traced the
outline of my nose, finding it to be just as small as I
had imagined during my transformation. My tiny fingers
pinched thick sensitive lips and a ran lines over a
mouth that was much wider than my own had been.
As my heavy breathing slowly came back to normal, I was
aware of the extra weight on my chest heaving up and
down with my gasps. With an effort, I propped my head
up with my elbow, blowing away stray strands of black
hair that swirled about my face. I looked down at my
chest and saw that what I had hoped was a dream was, in
fact, real!!! There, before my eyes, were two proud and
firm breasts perched atop a flat stomach and narrow
chest. My large nipples were perfect pink roses
standing at attention. With my left hand, I moved to
touch these strange things adorning my body.
As I grasped one of them, I was amazed both at the
sweet softness of it as well as its extreme
sensitivity. I clutched at my new breasts in amazement
as one pinches oneself to wake up. I didn't wake up! In
fact, my ministrations had had an effect on me that I
didn't expect... I found myself growing aroused, but in
a fashion far different from my usual masculine self.
I could feel a pleasant warmth between my legs as I
kneaded first one breast, then the other. I was just
about fully recovered now, so I sat completely up with
both hands still cupping my breasts. It was stunning
how easily and lithely my body now bent upward with
almost no effort! I eased one hand into my shorts,
almost resigned to what I would find.
Sure enough, as my dainty fingers explored where only
moments before a decent sized cock had been, I felt a
small fringe of trimmed pubic hair surrounding a
throbbing moist slit. Heat radiated from it, and when I
felt a finger slip inside of myself, I heard a voice
that was not mine utter a high pitched moan of
pleasure. I could have easily gotten lost in the
wonderful sensations of exploring my new body, but,
logical man that I am, I snapped back to reality and
put aside my explorations for later.
I reached for the flashlight, momentarily distracted by
the movement of my new breasts as I leaned toward it.
With my light in hand, I opened my little shaving kit
and got out the tiny mirror I carried with me. I took a
deep breath, trying to compose myself before I looked
in it. Even though I thought I was ready for what I
would find, nothing could have prepared me for the
sight of an exquisite young woman's face staring back
at me from the mirror.
She had a beauty so rare that one would consider
oneself lucky to behold such a sight of feminine
perfection once in a lifetime! Behind dark curly
lashes, enormous flashing brown eyes glittered
seductively. An upturned button nose paved the way to a
generous wide mouth with lips that practically begged
to be kissed. Ornately fragile high cheekbones framed
this goddess' smooth unblemished face, and swirling
luxuriously about it were locks of jet black shoulder
length hair that could be tossed coyly or trailed
teasingly across a lover's chest.
How could this vision be me, I thought to myself as I
watched the girl's luminescent eyes grow even wider
with curiosity. I threw aside the mirror and stood up
carefully inside my tent and pulled off my shorts.
I shone the flashlight beam over my now naked body and
saw that the goddess in the mirror had curves that
matched the beauty of her face. Tanned and lean, she
had narrow shoulders, perfectly shaped breasts and a
tapered wasp waist that flared out into womanly round
hips. Her legs, brown, smooth and shapely, would never
need pantyhose or stockings. From the tips of her
elegant fingernails to her tiny sculpted feminine feet,
this woman was beauty in the extreme! And she was me! A
six foot, 200 pound bearded male with a receding
hairline!
CHAPTER FIVE - - BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
I sat back down, pulled my knees up to my chest with
ease, and began to think. I was sure that my dream and
my discovery of the cave had something to do with my
transformation, but what did it all mean? Did the cult
of the Aztec tribe still have an influence over
visitors to their long drowned island? Was this the
"gift" of their female sun god? While I would admit to
having wondered what it would be like to be a woman
from time to time, to be forcibly transformed into one
for the rest of my life was not what I considered a
"gift."
I shook my head in confusion and frustration, and was
suddenly conscious of the weight that still adorned my
ears. I reached up through my mane of ebony hair and
found that, yes, I was still wearing the earrings. They
had not fallen off during my metamorphosis as I had
expected! I ran my hands over the sensuous curves of my
body one more time, said a little prayer to any god
that was listening, and undid the clasps of the
earrings.
The effect was instantaneous! With far less intensity
than before, I felt my body begin to rearrange itself
again. All the sensations I had felt minutes before
occurred again, but this time in reverse order. I
watched as my beautiful breasts shrank, my big nipples
fading back to their original color and size as my
chest expanded and grew hair anew. Where nothing had
been moments before, I felt my cock restoring itself,
the testicles themselves finally emerging from
somewhere within my body. In moments it was over.
I reached up to my face with now familiar hands and
found my normal rough skin and coarse beard. I
immediately reached for my mirror for confirmation and
was rewarded by the sight of the face that I had worn
for 34 years of life. I cautiously inspected my body
and found that everything had returned to normal. I
clasped my hands in relief, raised my eyes skyward, and
said, "Thank you!" to whoever was responsible for my
restoration!
Now that I knew what had caused my transformation from
a fairly strapping man to a heart-stoppingly beautiful
woman, I was faced with the decision of what to do with
my new found knowledge. Would I try it again? I knew
that I would... Already I was regretting my decision to
stop the sexual exploration I had done while in my
female body prematurely. Having experienced a very
small section of the world in womanly form, I knew that
I wanted more.
How much more, I wasn't sure, but I figured that a
little experimentation would take care of that. For
some reason, I was aware that while I was a little
shaken by my experience, the fear that I would have
expected from trying it again was nowhere to be found.
I was suddenly confident that the Indian woman who had
appeared in my dream wanted me to have the earrings and
use them any way I desired.
I remembered that the captain had said that the tribe
was dedicated to goodness and compassion as well as
life's pleasures, and that they revered women as the
embodiment of these virtues. Now, while I am no living
saint, there are few people on this earth that would
describe me as a bad person. Whether because of proper
upbringing, or just a moral sense of right and wrong, I
have always strived to be as good and compassionate a
human being as possible.
Though I am sure that I have had failures, I am equally
sure that my successes far outweigh the deficiencies.
Perhaps the ghosts of the lost Aztec tribe had been
waiting for someone like me to bestow their gift on. I
hoped I was correct in assuming that I had been chosen
specifically for this gift, because I planned to use
it... starting now!
I put my shorts back on and slipped the earrings and my
flashlight into my pocket. I checked to see that Ron
was still quietly snoring, and then, as silently as I
could, I unzipped my tent and walked out into the still
and warm night. Since I didn't want to use my light for
fear of waking my camping buddy, I managed to find my
way out of the campsite with only the illumination of
the stars to show me the way. Once I was a couple of
hundred yards away, I turned on my light and followed
the path to the beach.
I walked down it a ways until I was sure that I was a
safe distance away from Ron and possibly unexplainable
confrontations. With adrenaline pumping through my
body, I sat down on a driftwood log and buried the
flashlight in the sand so that it shone its beam
upward. I took the earrings carefully from my shorts
pocket and put the left one on. Again, I felt the warm
sensation that I had experienced before almost
immediately. With my heart beating rapidly, and my
fingers shaking, I clumsily attached the other one to
my ear. In an instant, I began to change!
With a cry, I felt my body jolted by the electricity of
transformation. Though the spasms and jerks were much
less than before, the feel of my body going through so
many changes was more than enough to make me nearly
pass out. In seconds, it was over and I lay on the sand
gasping, once more a beautiful woman. I looked down to
make sure that everything was as it had been before,
and the sight of my perfect breasts gently moving up
and down in rhythm with my breathing was all the
confirmation I needed.
Still prone in the sand, I reached my tiny hands to
them and cupped them gently. The now familiar wave of
womanly sexuality washed over me immediately. I felt
myself smiling with happiness and said aloud, "This is
fantastic!" marvelling at my dreamy soprano voice. With
a girlish giggle, I jumped up, feeling a vitality and
litheness that I couldn't ever remember feeling before.
The cool breeze tossed my hair this way and that, and
the tingly sensation of the sand blowing against my
bare sensitive legs made me realize just how different
it feels to be a girl. I jumped up and down just to
feel the bounce of my new breasts, stopping momentarily
to tease my nipples into tiny volcanic erections. My
shorts, which had fit snugly only moments before, now
fell down around my ankles with my new shape. I stepped
out of them, pointed a delicate toe, and kicked them
away from me.
My hands again ran down the many slopes of my new body,
feeling the delightful outward curve of my hips from my
waist and the full roundness of my heart shaped bottom.
I ran up and down the beach, laughing the whole time!
Here I was, a gloriously naked beautiful woman full of
life and energy, revelling in the wonder of her own
body. I realize that this is the way the Aztecs must
have felt, and I hoped that they approved of my joy.
"Thank you, Aztec Goddess of the Sun," I said in my new
voice as I whirled about tossing my hair in a wild
exuberant dance. I heard the waves crashing against the
shore and I felt as if they had a rhythm that only I
could hear. I stopped my dance and faced the ocean, my
hands gently cupping my breasts and my legs slightly
apart. I closed my eyes and listened to their song, one
leg tapping out the beat of their melody.
My body seemed to become more and more attuned to the
pounding crash, and I found myself kneading my breasts
in time with the surf. I felt a stirring between my
legs as my private concert continued, and soon the
fingers of my right hand found their way to my vagina,
drawing ever narrowing circles around it in rhythm with
the music of the ocean. I heard myself singing along
with the waves, uttering feminine sighs and passionate
moans as I pinched my bloated nipples and plunged my
fingers in and out of myself in perfect harmony with
the sea.
The rise and fall of the waves seemed to enter into me
as my concentration got more intense. Crescendo and
ebb, crescendo and ebb, until finally, I felt my new
body sensations rise to the height of a tidal wave and
then crash down upon me in a billion waves of total
release. My head was thrown back as I bolted with my
first female orgasm, and through it all, I could feel
my hair sensuously tickling the soft skin of my back.
It was like nothing I had ever felt before... Was I an
animal in heat, or was I woman in love with being a
woman? The surge of the waves inside me and the warmth
radiating from my vagina made me want to experience
this pleasure again and again and again. As the orgasm
subsided, the joy of my newfound femininity only
swelled.
How could I have not known that this is what a woman
feels? How could they have kept it from us for all this
time? And more importantly, how did it feel to have an
orgasm when you were not alone? Brushing the sand from
my shapely smooth legs, I began to think about what it
would be like to make love like this with a man! Never
before had I had such thoughts, but then again, never
before had I looked and felt like this!
CHAPTER SIX - - FUTURE PLANS!
As I sat on the beach with my pretty head still
swimming from the intensity of my orgasm, I considered
the future. I very much enjoyed being a man and had
never regretted my sex once, but now, looking at the
world from the eyes of a beautiful woman and feeling
her physical and mental sensations, I began to realize
that there were definite virtues in being able to
switch from male to female.
As I looked at my perfect breasts and flat stomach by
the dim light of the stars, I still felt a little
guilty about not sharing my treasure with Ron, my good
friend. Still, he was far more "macho" than I was, and
even though we could surely make some kind of monetary
profit from my find, I wanted the earrings for my
personal use.
I didn't think he'd be as enchanted as I was about
being able to assume the guise of a gorgeous girl! I
thought about Ron some more and realized that along
with my new shape, I detected a definite change in my
sexuality. Yes, I still had all the memories and
thoughts of my male self, but there was something about
owning a perfect pair of breasts, shapely thighs and
legs, and a moist, warm vagina that had changed the way
I thought about my old friend!
I suddenly imagined myself in bed with him, trailing my
long, black hair over his muscular chest, feeling his
cock growing in my dainty hands, and finally succumbing
to his physical power over me, parting my legs to let
him have his way with me!
I almost ran back to camp and attacked him in his
sleeping bag, but decided that that would be a mistake.
Even though I was now the opposite sex from him, he
would never accept the fact that he was making love to
his formerly masculine bearded pal. I'd have to wait
until our camping trip was over to be with him the way
this body wanted to be with him, or any other man for
that matter. With a sigh, I realized that the sun was
just about to peek over the ocean horizon and I knew
that I had to get back.
One last time, I let my slender hands and fingers run
through my soft hair and linger over my curvy body. I
let my musical voice utter a final pleasurable moan as
I massaged my firm breasts, then took off my earrings.
Once again, the transformation process began and ended
almost immediately, and I found myself gasping for
breath in my male body only moments later.
I rubbed my now masculine hands over my hairy muscular
body and thought wistfully about how much nicer it was
to feel smooth supple skin and curves under the probe
of my fingers. I heaved myself up, found my shorts,
slipped the earrings in my pocket and used the
flashlight to make my way back to camp. I managed to
slip into my tent and sleeping bag without waking Ron
and slept soundly for about three hours before the
smell of bacon and coffee awakened me.
For the rest of our trip, I kept my secret secure. By
day, we explored, hiked and swam in our island
paradise, acting just like the young men that we were.
But by night, I would creep away from the camp, don my
earrings and become the nimble feminine creature of my
fantasies. I found that the woman I became was
increasingly insatiable sexually! When I wore my
earrings, that was nothing that I didn't fantasize
about.
I played with myself while little movies showed inside
my mind of naked men, naked women, orgies and gang
bangs. I imagined myself being raped by huge, hulking
masculine monsters, and enjoyed every minute of it. I
imagined beautiful women doing slow strip teases in
front of me, then pressing their soft bodies into mine
as our nipples caressed each other. Once, I even
imagined that my flashlight was an enormous cock, and
slid it in and out of my sweet mouth while my small
fingers brought me to climax between my lovely legs.
Needless to say, I enjoyed my time on the island, both
day and night, but when the boat came to pick us up, I
was ready to leave... Partly because I was anxious to
get back to civilization, hot showers and electricity,
but also because I was looking forward to introducing
my female self to the world at large!
CHAPTER SEVEN - - RETURN TO CIVILIZATION
With my earrings and jewelry box securely packed away
in my travel bag, Ron and I began our trip home. We
excitedly told the captain about our cave find, and he
seemed very interested. He took out a detailed map of
the island, and we did our best to mark the approximate
location of the cave and the paintings. Even though the
captain assured us that he would get a team of
archaeologists to work on the blocked entrance,
something told me that the secret of the Aztecs would
remain hidden from all but me!
Once we had arrived back on the mainland, we still had
a two day trip in Ron's truck before we got back home.
Tired and dirty, we drove for only a couple of hours
the first day before the lure of a hot shower and
comfortable bed overcame us. Ron wanted to save some
money by sharing a room, but I had a hidden agenda that
he didn't know about. I persuaded him to go with two
rooms this time since the rates were cheap.
Finally, alone in my motel room with a full length
mirror, I immediately decided to see just how beautiful
I was in my womanly form. Quivering with excitement, I
stripped off my clothes, got out my earrings and stood
in front of the mirror. I saw with disgust the
dishevelled, unkempt man reflected in the glass. My
hair was filthy, my face dirty and stubbled.
I realized that even the magic of the earrings could
not wipe out the dirt and grit of my present masculine
state, so I decided to take a long shower instead. I
thought how exciting it would be to transform in the
shower after I was clean, and brought the earrings into
the bathroom with me.
As the hot water began to steam up the bathroom mirror,
I walked back out into the bedroom and looked myself
over one last time. I wanted to remember every detail
of my dirty male body, then compare it to the unearthly
beauty that I would return as. I memorized how I
looked, then returned to the warmth of the shower. I
was revolted to see the clear water wash over my body
and then change to a muddy brown when it hit the shower
floor.
I scrubbed and cleaned every bit of dirt and sand from
my body, then shaved my face and washed my hair
thoroughly. Satisfied that I was as clean as a man
could be, I reached around the shower curtain and
retrieved my golden earrings. Knowing that the
metamorphosis was sometimes violent, I sat down in the
shower with the water playing off my chest. I washed
the earrings off and looked closely at them again. The
beautiful Aztec goddess carved in the gold gleamed back
at me lovingly, and I smiled at her in reverence.
I clipped on first the left earring, then the right,
and sat back to await the change. As it had before, the
process started right away... I felt myself lock into a
paralyzed position as the tingles of electricity
spasmed through my body. I could feel the now familiar
swellings and withdrawals as my body rearranged itself
into feminine perfection.
When I felt myself come back to consciousness, the
first thing I noticed was the water from the shower
playing across my torso. Where before the only
sensation I had felt was a slight pressure against the
hair of my flat male chest, now the water was a
stinging spray against my full breasts. I shielded my
sensitive large nipples with feminine hands, gently
massaging them into prettily erect points.
I stood up in the shower, feeling the different
sensations the water caused in my now female body. I
gently soaped my face and hair once again, marvelling
at the feel of my soft skin and curves. I allowed one
finger to roam between my legs and felt the familiar
stirrings of arousal start to overcome me. Even though
a climax in the shower would have been pleasant, I had
decided to save myself for the mirror in the bedroom.
I turned the faucets off, realizing as I did that it
was far more difficult to turn them with my woman's
strength than it was when I was a man! I got out and
purposely avoided looking at myself in the steamed up
bathroom mirror, preferring to get my first look at my
alter ego in the clear full length mirror in the
bedroom.
I carefully dried myself off, loving the feel of the
clean fluffy towel against my smooth delicate skin.
Once dry, I padded daintily into the bedroom, closed my
eyes and stood in front of the mirror.
I had looked forward to this moment ever since I had
viewed my face in the small tarnished travel mirror I
brought camping. As I slowly opened my face, I knew
immediately that that reflection had not done me
justice. There before me stood a bronze skinned
goddess. I was feminine perfection personified! From
the gorgeous full red lips and the narrow dainty
shoulders to the luxurious mane of black hair and the
perfect shape and curves of my breasts and hips, I was
every man's ideal.
Magazines would pay a fortune to have me grace their
covers; male eyes would lock onto my face and body
immediately and create instantaneous erotic fantasies.
Oh, would I turn heads! It was almost frightening how
beautiful I was. I thought about how little strength
this petite feminine body had, and how easily I could
be forced into situations I didn't want to be in.
I decided that I would have to be careful in public
since, as a male myself, I knew what kind of primitive
reactions a man would have upon looking at me. I turned
around gracefully in the mirror, tossed my damp hair
over my shoulder and peered at myself from the rear. I
was just as attractive from this angle. My long slim
neck gave way to a small lean back, then tapered inward
to a tiny waist. The sexy flare of my hips and the
teardrop shape of my dainty bottom only added to my
shapely appearance. Long, smooth, golden legs and tiny
feet finished off my reflection in perfect feminine
fashion.
I turned around again to face my reflection and
mimicked a few model poses that I had often seen women
do. I was a darling innocent nymph when I smiled and
put my hands on my broad hips. I was an alluring
seductress when I pursed my lips and leaned forward
with my hand behind my hair. And I was an insatiable
lioness when I threw my head back, opened my mouth
seductively and put my hands over my breasts. Seeing
myself in this pose made me start to get more aroused.
I kneaded a breast sexily and watched my reaction in
the mirror. Seeing my eyes close and listening to the
sexy womanly moan that escaped my full lips allowed my
exploration to get more daring. I positioned myself on
the bed so that I could see my reflection and began to
stroke myself with purpose. I watched as the woman in
the mirror began to writhe with passion, her vagina
growing wetter and hotter as her movements became more
fevered. My hair flew into my eyes as I began to utter
little whispered Oh's.
With one hand furiously massaging a ripe breast and the
other running violent circles around my clitoris, I saw
my hips begin to thrust forward uncontrollably. The
sight of this prettily flushing woman in the mirror,
undulating her pelvis in rhythm with her ever-
increasing sighs of passion, made me climax
titanically!
I felt my back arch and heard a high pitched whine of
animal happiness coming out of my mouth as my orgasm
surged through me. My legs shot out straight and I felt
the hot release of juices from my dripping vagina. Not
even on the island had I felt such satisfaction! I was
riding the crest of a storm of pleasure that I never
wanted to end! My every nerve ending was tingling with
erotic stimulation as I slowly came down from my
climax.
I lay back on the bed feeling the heat radiating off my
soft skin, smiling and shaking my head at the utter
unbelievability of my situation. "All right, Goddess,"
I said in my magical feminine voice, "time to see what
it's like out there in the real world!" I gathered
myself up and began to think about how I could make my
debut!
CHAPTER EIGHT - DEBUT!
As I lay on the motel bed, still coming down from my
incredible orgasm, I thought about the problems my new
identity could create for me. As much as I wanted to
experience the world in the body of this delectable
creature, I was at a loss as to how to do it! Of
course, I had no women's clothes, and the clothes that
I had, in addition to being filthy from a week's worth
of tropical island dirt, would hardly fit around this
tight, curvy body. I sat up, subconsciously tossing my
long, black hair out of my eyes and looked in the
mirror again.
I was still dumbfounded by the sight of this incredible
beauty in the mirror. I surveyed my nude reflection
more closely, admiring the soft curves and the angelic
face that suggested just a hint of devilishness. "Well,
missy," I said in my musical voice, "What do we do
now?"
Obviously, clothes were the first thing I needed to
tackle. The question I needed to answer was which was
potentially more embarrassing -- To buy women's
clothing in my male body, or to be seen in public as a
woman wearing dirty men's clothes? I also had the fact
that I, of course, had no driver's license identifying
me as female.
I thought it over while I gazed at my reflection, my
pretty head furrowed in concentration. I decided that
the thought of bringing a lacy bra and panties to a
clothing store cashier as a 200lb bearded man was too
much to bear, so I set about trying to find something
of my own that would contain this petite, though amply
curvy body.
I first put on a pair of my men's underwear. I heard my
tinkling laughter as I pulled them up over my hips,
only to see them fall back down around my tiny ankles
as soon as I let them go! "Okay," I said to myself,
"forget the underwear!"
I rooted around in my backpack for a pair of hiking
shorts that I had only worn a couple of times on the
island. Luckily, they had an elastic belt that went
with them, and I thought I might be able to cinch it
tight enough to where they might stay on. I stepped
into them, feeling a little nasty about going out in
public without underwear, and found that they would
stay on if I pulled the belt as tight as it would go. I
looked in the mirror to see a topless beauty wearing
VERY baggy shorts!
The next problem I had to tackle was my breasts. The
Aztec magician who had created these earrings must have
had a thing for amply endowed women, because my breasts
were quite large for the rest of my petite body. I knew
that if I put just a T-shirt over them, I would have a
gaggle of enamored men following my every bounce and
jiggle! I decided on the one button-down shirt I had
brought with me. Even with the extra flesh of my chest,
it was still way too big and hung down to nearly my
knees.
Rather than tuck it in as I had originally thought, I
tied the shirttails together around my flat belly. I
looked at my handiwork again in the mirror and realized
that I while I looked kind of sexy in my man's clothes,
my breasts still jiggled way too much when I moved. I
got out the dirty hunter's jacket that I had brought
and let it swallow my narrow shoulders. It was far too
big to button, so I just left it open.
I looked in the mirror again and muttered a silent
prayer of thanks that the "grunge" look was still in
vogue! My tiny feminine feet would no way fit into my
man's sneakers, so I slipped on a pair of flip flops
and let it go at that. My long, ebony hair looked too
elegant for my outfit, so I pulled it back into a
precious pony tail kept in place by a rubber band I had
found in the motel room. Of course, I had no makeup,
but decided that it would probably look out of place
anyway on this cute ragamuffin!
I sat down cross-legged on the bed and began to write
down a list of what I wanted on the memo pad by the
phone. Of course, I needed the essentials: bra, panties
and makeup, but what else? I decided that since this
was to be my first night out, I only needed either a
decent dress or one nice skirt and blouse to wear.
I also needed shoes! Maybe some low heels would be
nice... Nothing too showy, though! I jotted all this
down while thinking about how I knew nothing about
women's sizes! I decided that I would just do like I
always did when shopping for men's clothes... Size it
up in the store! I got up, still slightly amused by the
feel of nothing between my shorts and my crotch, made
sure I had plenty of cash in my wallet, and shoved it
inside my jacket pocket.
I grabbed my duplicate set of Ron's car keys, took a
deep breath, and quietly opened my hotel room door. I
sneaked a peek at Ron's room and let out a relieved
sigh when I saw that the lights were out, then made my
way cautiously to the truck. I unlocked the door and
piled in, still unused to the extra padding my wide
girlish hips gave me when I sat down.
I giggled when I realized just how much shorter I was
in my woman's guise when my feet stopped short of the
pedals by a country mile! I moved the seat up all the
way and put on the shoulder belt. It felt strange how
the belt passed between my breasts and forced them to
jut out a little more. I passed a small hand over them
sending a little sexy shiver down my body before I
started the ignition and drove out of the motel parking
lot.
CHAPTER NINE - - ON TARGET!
As I slowly got used to the different feel of driving
in my new body, I realized that I didn't really have a
destination in mind. Perhaps my desire to just get out
and show myself before I lost the nerve was what
possessed me to move so fast, but aimlessly. I wondered
just why I was so interested in showing myself in
public...
Was I becoming a convert to that old Aztec belief in
experiencing all the pleasures life has to offer, or
was I just looking for confirmation that I was actually
as beautiful as I thought myself to be? Either way,
here I was, a small inexperienced female in a strange
town dressed in dirty men's clothes driving around
without a license. Too much!
The town I was in wasn't too big, but it did offer the
regular Americana shopping experiences. Since I was
after women's clothing, I figured that I ought to try
as inconspicuous a place as possible. As I approached a
fairly major intersection, there on the corner stood a
brightly lit Target Store! Perfect! I wasn't after
anything fancy, and I figured I would hardly be noticed
amidst all the happy clientele there. I pulled in,
making sure I obeyed all the traffic laws in the
book... Wouldn't do to get picked up out here in my
situation!
Once parked, I took a quick look in the rear view
mirror to make sure I still looked as presentable as I
could. My pretty face had more of a nervous look about
it than I would have liked, but it would have to do! I
took a deep breath and lightly stepped out of the
truck, visible to the public for the first time as a
woman!
As I walked toward the door, I was aware again of just
how light and airy this body I wore was. It seemed I
took two steps as a female for every one step I took as
a man... and every step I took was accompanied by a
noticeable bounce from my unencumbered breasts! I tried
to put a self-assured look on my face as I walked into
the light.
I wanted to give the impression that I was just a
normal girl going about my everyday business. Still,
when I opened the door to the Target, it seemed that
every eye in the place was on me! It was so bright! How
in the world could I have expected to "hide" in a place
so well lit?
I got myself a little plastic shopping cart and started
pushing it, keeping my head down so as to let my long
hair mask my expression of sheer terror! I thought I
was doing all right as I steered toward the Women's
Department until a middle aged man who was obviously
looking me over stopped me with, "Hey, Sweetheart, do
you know where the fishing equipment is?"
As I looked up at him, I couldn't help but smile a
little as his eyes took in my face for the first time.
His mouth opened a little wider, and I saw his eyes
flicker for a moment in surprise and appreciation of my
beauty.
I tried to answer as casually as I could. "No, I'm
sorry, but this is my first time here," I said.
He paused a moment too long as he looked down at first
my chest, then my bare legs, then realized that he had
taken too long to answer, and stammered, "Well, er,
uh... thanks anyway!"
I'd swear he even blushed a little as he turned to go!
A big smile lit my face as I pushed onward a few paces,
then a thought occurred to me and I turned back around
quickly! Sure enough, the man had half turned around so
he could watch me walk away!
By pure feminine instinct, I smiled naughtily at him.
He turned his head quickly, embarrassed at being caught
inspecting the rear end of a strange woman. I giggled
audibly, amused at this demonstration of the incredible
effect I seemed to have on men! I continued on, with my
head held up now, and counted at least 5 different men
who gave me more than the once-over as I passed them,
and at least one woman who gave me a either a look of
jealousy or a look of scorn at what I was wearing!
The lingerie department was a large one, full of racks
of bras, panties and slips. I had estimated that from
what I knew of women's chests (which was not a lot)
that I was probably about a 34C. I picked up a bra in
that size and looked at it closely... It looked like it
would probably fit, so I threw it in my basket.
As I wandered around the table with the bargain bras,
it occurred to me that I'd probably like something a
little more sexy than these plain cotton ones. I went
to a nearby aisle and found a skimpy black lacy bra
with matching black panties. A girl I had dated not
long ago had expressed her opinion to me that women
like nothing better than the feeling of wearing sexy
underwear beneath their clothes... "Makes us feel
wicked," she used to say! I snatched them up, threw
them in my basket and even added a silky black garter
belt, a couple of pairs of stockings, and a pair of
"nude" pantyhose to my purchases.
As I worked my way out of the lingerie department, the
reality that I would soon be wearing the things that I
so loved seeing other women in began to take hold. I
shook my head lightly, loving the feel of my hair
tossing with this slight movement! I was really
starting to enjoy myself now... Maybe it was true that
there is a "shopping gene" found only in women! I found
myself inspecting many different dresses, skirts and
blouses before deciding on a cute midriff baring
halter-type top in warm red, a black mini-skirt, and a
soft-but-daring sundress.
I held up each item to my body, having even less an
idea as to whether they would fit me than before I had
done so! Luckily, they were all "Medium," and I figured
that when in doubt, always go with medium! A quick stop
in the adjoining footwear department found me nodding
approvingly at a pair of medium heeled black leather
shoes. I tried three pair on before determining that I
wore a women's size 6.
The rest of my shopping trip was spent in the Cosmetics
department, buying stuff that I thought would look
good, but clueless as to whether I needed it or not. I
bought a pretty deep red shade of lipstick, some black
mascara, and a little reddish eye shadow that claimed
it was "So natural that it looks like you!"
The endless looks from the men in the store were making
me a little nervous now, so I decided that I was ready
to go. As I was pushing my cart up to the front, I
passed the Swimwear department... Why not? Before I
knew it, a bright pink with blue polka dots bikini lay
on top of my basket!
The young boy at the checkout counter practically
burned all my clothes off with his searing gaze. I
wondered what sort of vivid fantasies he was conjuring
up about me as he totaled up my purchases! I looked at
his young face and strong body and had a few myself! I
gave him my best pout when he announced that the total
was $120, and he grinned at me, picking up the garter
belt as he put it in the bag commenting, "Plans
tonight?"
I showed him a quick wink as I gave him the money and
said, "Don't you wish!" His grin got wider as he worked
the register and said, "I surely do!" With a feminine
laugh, I was on my out, marvelling at the two
accomplishments my shopping trip had brought... Not
only was I now in possession of clothes that were
appropriate to my new sex, but I had also actually
flirted with a man and enjoyed it!
CHAPTER 10 - - EXPLORATIONS IN A POOL AND BEYOND
I returned to the motel Ron and I were staying at
without further incident. I carefully parked Ron's
truck exactly where I had found it, removed my shopping
bags, and stole quietly up the stairs to my room. By
now, the movement of my breasts as I walked was almost
second nature to me, but as I climbed the stairs, I was
suddenly aware again of just how light and bouncy this
new body of mine was! It seemed as if every step I took
caused a jiggle first at my front, then at my rear. I
wondered if wearing a bra and proper under-things would
put a stop to this, but then again, I kind of liked it!
I became a little frightened when I saw that the light
in Ron's room was now on. I quietly slipped my key into
the lock of my room, thinking horrible thoughts about
what would happen if Ron came out of his door and found
a beautiful woman going into his male buddy's room.
I couldn't even think of what I would say! Luckily, I
managed to close the door and throw my bundles on the
bed before any such thing happened. I took a quick
glance in the mirror, and giggled quietly when I saw
again the beautiful punk princess in her grunge-look
men's clothes. I tried to imagine that wondrous form
clothed in appropriate fashion and decided that it was
time to do a little modeling session for myself. I had
just opened one bag and was preparing to try on my
first bra and panties set when I heard Ron's door open.
Purely by instinct, I quickly yanked off my earrings.
Since I had been doing this quite frequently, I had
become accustomed to the transformation process, and
indeed, it had speeded up considerably since my first
metamorphosis. Through the warm tingly sensations, I
heard a knock at my motel room door. In seconds, I was
thankfully male again, though still quite weakened from
the transformation. I groggily threw my shopping bags
under the bed and stumbled to the door.
Ron greeted me happily, then took notice of my
exhausted condition. "Oh, man! I'm sorry! I didn't know
you were sleeping!" he said apologetically.
I mumbled something quite incoherent, then asked him if
he wanted to come in. He said, "No. I was just about to
go down to the pool and take a swim and wanted to see
if you felt like coming." I looked at him and realized
that he was wearing his swim trunks and an unbuttoned
beach shirt, and he had a little cooler in his hand,
undoubtedly containing a good supply of beer.
Suddenly, a plan formulated quickly in my mind. I told
him that I was really tired and was just going to go
back to my "nap." He waved cheerily and said, "Okay!
See ya! I'll be down there for a while if you change
your mind!" I smiled and closed the door, thinking that
it wasn't my mind that I was going to change!
"Do you really want to do this?" I asked myself as I
stood naked in front of the mirror. I tried to think of
how Ron would come across to a female mind-set, but
realized that I couldn't while still male. I guess I
considered him good looking from my male perspective,
but I knew that quite a few women found him attractive
enough so that he was hardly ever without a date on the
weekends. I decided that I was confident enough in my
new persona to give it a try.
I clipped on my earrings and sat down on the bed in
front of the mirror, trying to maintain consciousness
enough so that I could actually watch the
transformation. I was successful enough so that I saw
my features blur and reshape themselves, my body
shrinking in some places, expanding in others.
Finally, when the big change came, I couldn't keep my
eyes from unfocusing and my head from thrashing about,
and I "awakened" moments later to find myself once more
the beautiful woman who was the "Miss" Hyde to my Dr.
Jekyll! I contentedly cupped my breasts while staring
in the mirror and thought of Ron again.
The difference in my perception was amazing! No more
was he just my "good buddy," but now desirable prey to
be hunted! The thought of him in his skimpy trunks and
his broad chest made my female body shiver with
anticipation.
Even though I was confident in my ability to seduce Ron
if I wanted to, I still had to be careful. Could I
really act like I didn't know him? Could I really turn
the jovial friendly male relationship we enjoyed into
something completely different? As I pulled on the new
pink polka dot bikini I had bought and turned to
inspect the result in the mirror, I knew that the
answer was a resounding, "Yes!!!"
The bikini was, as most are, very revealing, but,
unlike too many bikini wearers, what was revealed of my
body was well worth revealing! The french cut sides
bared my shapely thighs and accentuated my long smooth
legs while the one-size-too-small bra lifted my
beautiful breasts and created a daring cleavage most
women would kill for! I brushed my long black hair out,
then pirouetted in front of the mirror just to make
sure that this wondrous water nymph was actually me! It
was so different to wear things that were actually
tailored for this female body!
The sheer sexiness of my bikini reassured me that this
body looked just as good with clothes on as it did with
clothes off! I thought about experimenting with makeup,
decided that this was not the time, and satisfied
myself with just a generous swipe of lipstick on my
full lips. With a quick pucker and kiss at myself in
the mirror, I was ready to try out my feminine wiles.
I had finished putting on my baggy shorts and was just
about to draw a T-Shirt over my ample bosom when I
realized that Ron would surely recognize these clothes!
Since modesty was not something terribly important to
me at this moment, I decided to just wrap my body in a
motel towel for the journey down to the pool.
It was amazing how when I was male, a towel like the
one I chose would barely cover my front, but now, as
female, it wrapped me completely, even leaving enough
slack to be tucked and tied around my chest! I took a
deep breath, grabbed my room key, and headed quickly
out the door before I could change my mind!
I padded barefoot around the motel corridors, noting
thankfully that the halls were unoccupied, and peered
through the swimming pool gate before I opened it.
Perfect! Only Ron was there! He was doing laps when I
entered the pool area, using his powerful arms and legs
to propel him effortlessly through the water. The sight
of his muscles tensing and straining with made a shiver
of delight run through my petite body.
He hadn't seen me yet, so I made a point to drag a
chair loudly out from under an umbrella. I heard him
stop swimming, and with my back to him, I purposely
bent over gracefully to arrange the chair, and I was
acutely conscious of his eyes taking in my incredible
feminine form. I wondered if the sight of me, my bikini
panties peeking out from under my towel showing my
delightfully shaped bottom, was having the effect on
him I wanted it to.
I turned around and found him uncharacteristically
gawking at me. Ron was usually a man of the utmost
discretion, but seeing him standing in the shallow end
with his mouth open nearly made me giggle! I decided to
pretend I hadn't seen him looking at me and continued
the "unveiling."
With deliberate slowness, I untied the towel from
around my breasts and let it slowly drop to the
concrete. I reached both of my arms over my head,
loving the lithe nimbleness of my new body, and stood
on tiptoes in a mock stretch. I let out a little
feminine squeal of happiness as I did this, then looked
at Ron. "How's the water?" I asked.
Ron, nearly overcome by the spectacle of the barely
clad angel in front of him, took too long to respond
and stammered when he did.
"What's the matter," I asked coyly, bending over to
wiggle my slender fingers in the water, "Cat got your
tongue?"
Ron regained some of his composure and said charmingly,
"Cat's got nothing to do with it! I just wasn't
expecting to be spoken to by someone as beautiful as
you."
"Why thank you, kind sir!" I said with a dramatic toss
of my head and slowly stepped down the pool ladder. The
shock of the cold water did things to my new female
body that it had never done to me as a man! I felt my
soft skin break out in goose bumps all over, and, to my
amazement, I felt my nipples stiffen so that they felt
like hard pencil points! "Brrrr!" I said, my arms
clutching my body as I shivered.
"It's great after you get to used to it," said Ron,
"C'mon! Do a lap with me!"
I smiled my best smile at him and kicked off the side
of the pool to join him in the middle. He smiled back,
motioned with his head toward the deep end, and we were
off. I was still amazed at how supple and lithe this
new body of mine was as I smoothly glided through the
water.
While the drag of my breasts slowed me down a little,
the tininess of the rest of my body was easily and
gracefully propelled by swift kicks from my shapely
legs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ron swimming
with ease beside me, watching my form as he purposely
kept himself from going all out so that I could keep up
with him.
After about three laps, even though I wasn't tired, I
stood up in the shallow end, wrung the water out of my
long hair, and said to Ron, "I've had enough... You're
too strong for me!" He laughed and swam over to me.
"You seem strong enough to me... My name's Ron, by the
way," and he put out his hand. I suddenly realized that
I had a problem... I hadn't thought up a name for
myself!
Quickly, feminine names raced through my mind. I
discarded them all until I thought of the golden
material my mystical earrings were made of! "Nice to
meet you, Ron," I said, shaking his hand warmly, "My
name's Amber." It was so weird to see my buddy Ron
acting so differently... It was as if he was dumbstruck
by my beauty! I've never known Ron to be shy, but as I
caught him looking at my prominent bustline, he
actually looked as if he might blush! Yes, it was weird
to be looked at like that by my friend, but it was also
kind of neat, and it made me feel really sexy!
"Amber, it's my pleasure," he said gallantly, "Would
you like to join me for a beer? I have some extras by
the side of the pool."
Here goes, I thought! "I'd like that, Ron. I could
really use a drink," I said. He climbed up the ladder,
then offered his hand to help me out. Even though he
wasn't really pulling me out of the pool, I was stunned
by how much strength he had! I bet those arms would
feel great wrapped around me, I found myself
subconsciously thinking.
As we walked over to his chair, Ron offered me his
towel, draping it kindly over my narrow shoulders. I
smiled at him gratefully and did what I hoped was a
slow and sensuous dry-off, being extra careful that my
breasts received more than enough attention, and making
sure that I was bent toward him when I reached down to
dry my legs.
Ron's body language as he dried himself showed me that
he had indeed appreciated my little show, and I was
also a little pleased to notice a little bulge in his
swimming trunks that hadn't been there before! I sat
down in a beach chair and adjusted it so that I was
sitting up enough to face him. He moved his chair right
beside mine so that our faces were only inches apart.
He reached into his little cooler, got two cans of beer
and popped the tab on both of them. He offered one to
me in a dramatic gesture, then clicked his can to mine
and we drank.
After we had sipped in silence for a few moments I
said, "God, this really hits the spot!" Ron looked at
me funny and said, "I don't meet too many girls who
like beer... Especially ones that look like you. Come
to think of it, I don't meet many girls who look like
you, so forget I ever said anything at all!" I laughed
girlishly. "You're sweet," I said, "But don't sell
yourself short... You're not bad yourself!"
Even the most unintelligent person on earth could tell
what kind of affect my comment had on Ron! It was as if
his whole unconfident attitude changed in a second! He
subconsciously drew up his body and his face lit up
with the knowledge that he might actually have a chance
with me!
I had already thought up a story to explain my presence
here, and I figured that this was as good a time as any
to try it out. "I wish all guys were as nice as you," I
said to him with a pretty pout. "My ex-boyfriend sure
wasn't!"
Ron took on a concerned look that almost looked sincere
and asked me to tell him what happened. For the next
ten minutes, I was amazed at the ease with which I lied
to him! I talked about how I had been seeing a guy
named Brad for two years, and how I had found him in
bed with a friend of mine, and how I had left our
apartment two days ago, taking almost nothing with me,
jumped into the car and just driven with no destination
in mind.
I talked about how I was beginning to think that I
couldn't trust anybody, especially men, and how I had
decided that it was time for me to make a new start in
a new town. I talked so much about my past that I found
myself actually starting to believe it! Ron listened
intently, adding a word of sympathy now and then and
expressing his hope that "Brad" got what he deserved!
I had always liked Ron when I saw him through a man's
eyes, but now, through my woman's eyes, I saw his
compassion and genuine gentleness. It made him very
attractive! Oh sure, I'm no fool, and I knew from past
experience that a man will act any way a woman wants
him to if he thinks it will get him into her panties,
but I was sure that I could detect in Ron a sense of
caring about my bogus history that was the real
article. It made me feel warm all over!
After I was done giving him the details of my "life,"
he told me a few stories of his own about women that
had done him wrong, or that he had done wrong. As his
former buddy, I had heard most of them before, but
talking to me, as a woman, he added a sense of
intensity and emotion that had not been present in our
male-to-male chats. I found this even further
endearing! During the course of our talk, I realized
that we were punctuating our conversations with
gestures that were becoming more and more intimate.
First, I felt a light touch on my shoulder from him,
then I found myself gripping his arm to emphasize a
point. Finally, he was holding my right hand and his
left hand was on my knee. My mind began to drift away
from what he was saying as I concentrated on his touch.
His hand in mine was warm and wonderful, and the way he
traced little circles on my leg was quite sensual and
even a little bit sexy.
"... so what I'm saying, Amber, is that I hope you'll
find out that not all men are as rotten as Brad... " I
heard him saying as I came out of my reverie. I looked
at his earnest eyes closely and decided it was time to
really try my female self out.
I put my hand on his cheek and brought my face close to
his. "I think I'm finding out about nice men right
now," I said and parted my lips and closed my eyes. My
first kiss as a girl was one that I will remember
forever! As Ron brought his lips to mine, one hand
still gently enfolding mine, the other reaching around
to press against the soft skin of my back, it was if a
flame ignited inside me! "Mmmmm," I said softly,
drawing back from him an inch or two, "That was nice!"
"Practice makes perfect," I heard him say as our mouths
locked again. I felt my arms unconsciously threading
their way underneath his and coming to rest on his
shoulder blades as our bodies turned and moved even
closer to each other. I felt my lips part and my tongue
flutter inside his mouth as he pressed me urgently to
him, my breasts melting against his broad chest. We
stopped our kiss and I put my delicate head on his
shoulder in a big hug.
The feel of his hard muscular body against my small
curvy one started a riot inside me that I knew could
only be put out one way. He nuzzled my ear and
whispered, "Would you like to go to my room?"
I trembled with the wonderful sensation of his breath
in my ear and nodded unspeaking in his arms. I drew
back from the hug and kissed him warmly again, looking
deep into his brown eyes as I did. I gathered up my
towel as he got together his things, then I took his
hand and pressed up against him again, "Mr. Ron," I
said in a sexy whisper, nibbling his earlobe as I
spoke, "We're about to have an evening we won't soon
forget!"
His hand ran down my back and thighs and came to rest
on a bottom cheek which he playfully squeezed. "Count
on it!" he said with a smile and began to lead me
toward his room and my first sexual experience as a
woman with a man!
CHAPTER 11 - A VIRGIN NO MORE!
As we walked up the stairs of the motel, I was never
more acutely aware of just how much differently this
magical body of mine was from my normal male one. It
seemed that, along with the view of the world from 5"2
instead of 6"1, my senses were heightened. Things
looked and smelled more interesting, and sensations
themselves were certainly incredibly different. I gazed
at the man gently holding my tiny hand and saw, not my
buddy of 10 years, but a lover-to-be... someone I
wanted to hold me protectively, whisper sensual secrets
in my dainty ear, and caress me with his hands, mouth,
and, I realized with a gasp, even his penis!
As we climbed the last step, the feminine feeling of my
breasts bouncing sexily and the cool breeze on my silky
bare legs added further justification to the decision I
had made to see just how far I could go in my new form.
As we approached the door of his room, I saw him take a
quick glance at the door to my own room. I had
purposely left the TV on to create the illusion that I
was still inside it, and I hoped that this would make
Ron think that I was fine and everything normal.
If he only knew that the man he thought was inside that
room was actually right beside him with the heat of
anticipation coming off "her" body in excited waves! I
held his cooler for him as he smiled at me and went to
unlock his door. My new eyes were fascinated by him!
The quick, cute look of concentration as he put the
keycard into the lock, the brief bunching of his biceps
as he forced the stubborn door open, and the sexy smile
he gave me as gestured for me to go inside... He was
beautiful!
Still smiling at me, he took the "Do Not Disturb" sign
from the back of the door and placed it outside on the
handle. Knowing Ron to be a bit of a slow starter, I
immediately took the initiative as the door was
closing. I reached around his bare back and pressed my
body up against his. With my lips only millimeters away
from his, I whispered, "That sign doesn't work...
You've already got me more than a little disturbed,
mister... "
He smiled and kissed me deeply. I was still amazed at
how much I enjoyed being kissed by a man... none of the
lingering hetero-male thoughts about acting gay seemed
to be around to stop me. He broke the kiss and looked
me up and down lustfully. "If I 'disturb' you half as
much you 'disturb' me, then I think we're about to have
one hell of a time!" he said as his eyes practically
burned holes in my bikini. "Why, sir!" I said with a
hand on my forehead in mock outrage, "I do believe
that's a proposition!"
"You better believe it sister!" he said in a humorous
tone, his hand twiddling an invisible cigar and his
eyebrows going up and down Groucho-style. Then, the
humor was gone... He pulled me to him forcefully and we
began to kiss in earnest again. My hand strayed over
his shoulders and arms, gleefully feeling the strength
of his muscles, my breasts molding into his hairy chest
as he pressed me against him with urgency.
The kiss began to get more and more passionate, our
tongues intertwining and our breath coming out in hot
staccato gasps. I felt his hand move over my silky back
to my curvy hips, coming to rest on my full bottom. My
hands moved in tandem with his until we found ourselves
in a wonderful lip-lock, our pelvises being pushed and
ground into each other's with help from our hands and
arms.
I felt myself getting wet between my legs as Ron
squeezed my dainty bottom cheeks with enthusiasm... It
felt hot, moist and deliciously nasty! I knew that in
only moments we would be making love standing up if I
didn't do something about it!
Reluctantly, I pulled away from him, wanting my first
time to be slow and perfect. He tried to kiss me again,
wanting to continue as before, but I put a small finger
to his lips and said, "Wait a minute, lover. I want to
wash the chlorine off me from the pool first. Give me
five minutes in the shower and then you can join me if
you like!"
I gave him a quick peck on the lips and walked toward
to the bathroom. As I entered the shower alcove, I
turned back to find him watching me walk away. I
feigned indignation with a look, then reached around my
back with my fingers on the knot of my bikini bra.
"You won't forget about me while I'm gone, will you?" I
cooed sexily.
"No ma'am!" was his instant reply.
"In case you do, here's a little something to remember
me by," I said and undid the knot of my bra, letting it
fall to the floor. The look on his face as my beautiful
breasts were laid bare was adorable! I heard him gasp
an almost inaudible, "Ohhh" as I revealed myself to
him. I shook them coquettishly at him, blew him a kiss,
then turned into the shower room.
As I turned on the water, I thought quickly about why I
was doing it this way... I didn't really need a shower
now, but I probably would have in about twenty minutes!
I realized that the last vestiges of my male thoughts
had provided me with a brief escape from the impending
sex play of the other room. Now alone with the warm
water flowing over my naked female body, I let them
come to the front. They said to me, "You are a man!
You're not supposed to react this way to another man!"
I looked down at my flat smooth belly, the curve of my
womanly hips, and the perfect roundness of my breasts.
I remembered Ron's sweet caresses and the urgency of
his kisses and immediately watched my nipples get
extremely hard. I grasped them both with my hands,
loving the sensual feeling. I pushed the male thoughts
down with hardly any effort.
"Look at this body," I said silently to myself. "This
is NOT the body of a man! This is the body of a very
horny young lady with a very willing an able young man
in the next room! I know from experience that he's a
nice guy, and if I've been given the power to change
sexes whenever I want, I might as well see what it's
like from the other side with a guy I know is terrific!
Case closed!"
I soaped my body quickly and rinsed out my long black
hair. As I was doing this, my hand brushed against one
of my earrings. It dangled loosely but remained clipped
to my lobe. A sudden sense of panic came over me...
What if one of my earrings came off in the throes of
passion? What a nightmare that would be! I tugged on
them experimentally, trying to gauge just how much
pressure would be necessary to pull them off. They were
pretty secure, I thought... I'd just have to be a
little careful.
Just as I was finally convincing myself that I had
little to worry about, I heard the door to the shower
room open. I felt my heart flutter in my small chest as
the curtain opened to reveal Ron, naked and erect. I
smiled at him and moved aside so he could come in with
me. He immediately took me in his arms and turned me so
that the spray covered both of us.
"Your five minutes are up, lady," he said with a leer.
"Looks like that's not the only thing that's up," I
said with a smile as my tiny hand reached down to grasp
his hard penis.
"Can't help that, ma'am," he said with a laugh. "You're
more responsible for that than I am!" We both exploded
into giggles that turned to passion as his mouth found
mine again. With my hand still around his penis, it
occurred to me that this was the first time I had ever
held a man's cock besides my own. I found it to be
very, very different.
As my hand began to move up and down its length, I
could feel the rough ridges and the bulging veins
inside it. The fact that I was indeed responsible for
the hardness of this mysterious organ made me want it
inside me even more. I felt Ron tremble a little as I
stroked him a little faster. I felt him turn me in his
arms so that my back was to his front.
Not wanting to let go of him so soon, I reached around
my back with my left hand and grasped his cock again.
His hands, around my flat belly at first, began to move
upward to my breasts. He cupped them both and began to
roll my hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
My new body immediately came to life. I heard myself
utter a very female moan and felt my back arch against
his chest. My right arm shot up to grasp him behind his
head, forcing it down against my neck.
As his hands still worked on my breasts, I felt the
added sensation of his mouth nibbling the back of my
neck. This was always an extremely sensitive area for
me as a male, and now, as a female, the pleasure had
increased tenfold! Nearly unable to control my
movements, I pulled on his penis in rhythm with his
kisses, my bottom and back moving up and down against
his slippery skin.
One of his hands dropped away from my breasts and slid
underneath my left arm. It snaked its way over my wet
belly and over the broad curve of my hips, then began
to run circles just outside my small thatch of black
pubic hair. God, he was good! He knew just what to do!
The circles began to shrink ever inward in synch with
his other hand which still massaged my breasts. I felt
a heat coming over me that I had begun to know well.
Without even actually coming into contact with my
pussy, I knew that I was well on my way to orgasm! I
moaned and jerked on his cock as the circles terminated
on my vaginal lips. I felt his teeth nip my neck as a
finger worked its way inside my opening. I was now
audibly gasping for breath as my passion built. No
longer was I an intelligent human being... All that was
left now was animal passion! As Ron's finger entered me
and rubbed against my agitated clitoris, I exploded as
never before.
The feelings of Ron's mouth on my neck, his hands on my
breasts and pussy, and his own penis in my grasp made
my orgasm surge through me like a white hot knife
through butter. I felt my hips thrusting forward
uncontrollably, my right hand running crazily through
his wet hair, and my mouth uttering high pitched wails
of absolute pleasure! My first orgasm as a woman with a
man, and we had only just begun!
As I slowly came down from my orgasm, I could feel
Ron's experienced fingers slowly lessening their
probing. I let my body go limp and fall back into his,
my eyes peering at his face gratefully through my wet
hair. I kissed him on the neck gently as his hands
still caressed me softly. "That was wonderful, Ron," I
whispered.
"It's not over yet," he said as he bent down to kiss me
on the lips.
"Not by a long shot, lover," I said sexily, still
savoring the feeling of my orgasm.
"Meet you in the bedroom?" he said as he lovingly
stroked my hair.
"Can't wait!" I said with a playful tug on his
incredibly erect penis. We hurriedly got out of the
shower and only half dried off before I found myself
pushing his strong naked body onto the bed. I stood
over him and peered at his form in the dimly lit room
with lustful eyes.
I tried to remember how I felt when, as a man, I had
looked at my lover just before we made love. There were
certainly differences... Before, I had revelled in the
soft curves and fragility of the female body. Now,
since I had become the owner of those very same curves
and fragility, I revelled in the strength and hardness
of the male body. I was, beyond the shadow of a doubt,
a woman with all a woman's desires.
Still standing, I picked up Ron's hand and gently put
his fingers into my small mouth. Looking him straight
in the eye, I sucked and lightly nipped each one of
them before kneeling on the bed. I took his hand from
my mouth and placed it on my breasts. He began to reach
for me with his other hand, but I stopped it and put it
back down beside him. Without bending any further, I
put my left hand on his chest, running my fingers
through his soft chest hair.
Remembering how he had so aroused me in the shower, I
began to let my hand drift downward until I, too, began
to trace circles around his pubic hair. As I did this,
I felt his hand begin to squeeze my breast a little
harder. I pushed my hair out of my face with my free
hand and bent down to his penis. I watched as my hand
squeezed it harder, loving the way it tried to get even
harder with my attentions.
Pushing away any lingering male thoughts, I slowly
lowered my mouth onto it. I kissed it tentatively at
first, then eagerly when I found that I enjoyed it. I
felt Ron's hands running through my damp hair, then
pushing my head downward as he let me know what he
wanted. I took him full in my mouth then, sliding my
lips up and down the length of his cock until I could
fit no more inside me.
I let my tongue wriggle over it sexily, amazed at my
feeling of delight at giving my first blowjob! I began
to increase my rhythm, bobbing my head in time with his
slow pelvic thrusts. I experimented with letting my
fingers caress his testicles and his moan of pleasure
indicated that I was doing the right thing. Just as I
was really getting into it, I felt his hands pulling my
head off of him.
I looked at him curiously, and he smiled and said,
"Much more of that and there'll be nothing left for
you."
I smiled back at him with a certain amount of pride at
having done such a good job. "I'm a girl that aims to
please," I said with a sexy toss of my head. I crept up
his body until I was lying on top of him, my body
tingling with anticipation as my breasts crushed
against his chest. I kissed him hard, and then, with a
look of pleading in my eyes, I whispered, "I want you
inside me... Now!"
I rolled off of him and watched as he climbed on top of
me. He kissed me lightly and asked, "Do we need a
condom?" I smiled, knowing that Ron had had negative
AIDS test only a month before we went on our trip.
"No," I said gently. "I'm on the pill and I can tell
that you're a healthy boy." With that, he began to kiss
me gently but passionately. My hands ran over his broad
shoulders and back as his began to stroke my pussy
again, making me hot and wet. I broke the kiss and said
pantingly, "Now, lover... Do it now!"
He needed no further encouragement as seconds later I
felt him enter me expertly. There was no pain as I
thought there would be... Only utter unearthly
pleasure! He drove inside me violently as I used my new
vaginal muscles to squeeze him. I began to thrust into
him as urgently as he was thrusting into me, my legs
wrapping themselves around his waist to pull him
further inside me. I felt completely in his power as
his thrusts came faster and faster, bringing me ever
closer to the brim of orgasm.
An earthquake of passion overcame me just moments later
as I felt him tense and shudder, the hot surge of his
orgasm shooting powerfully into me. I moaned, then felt
the release of my own orgasm come as my hips spasmed
against his with wild undulations. With my release came
the knowledge that at that moment, there was only one
man in that bedroom, and I was not him. Thanks to Ron,
I had become truly a woman!
CHAPTER 12 - A WEIGHTY PROBLEM
As Ron and I lay basking in the afterglow of our love
session, I felt that secure and protected feeling that
so many women tell their lovers about, but so few of us
males actually experience. Sure enough, just like I had
been told by several of my female lovers, I had a
desire to snuggle and be held by my man after making
love.
Sure enough, just like the typical male that I, myself
had so recently been, Ron was trying to fight back that
overwhelming desire to go to sleep after making love!
As I lay nude next to him with my tiny hand stroking
his chest hair and my smooth face snuggled into the
hollow of his neck, I could feel the happiness surging
off my body.
I was very pleased with myself... Not only had I worked
up the nerve to experience just what it was like for a
woman having sex, but I had also actually "performed"
very well! Ron seemed pleased in many different ways,
and he had expressed his appreciation in more ways than
one! I could feel his heart beating in his chest, and I
enjoyed hearing the sounds of his breathing becoming
heavier and deeper until they were those of a sleeping
man.
After a little while, I got up and went to the
bathroom. Trying not to wake my new lover, I crept into
it and turned on the light. I peered at myself in the
mirror, noting the slightly dreamy expression on my
face as I looked into it. There was no doubt about
it... I definitely looked like a woman who had just
been made love to. From the slightly flushed face to
the sexily dishevelled hair, my body reeked of sex!
I fondled my new breasts, finding them to be still
ultra sensitive from Ron's touch. I loved them! I loved
the feminine way they made me feel, and I loved what
they did for me, and Ron, during our little passion
play! It suddenly occurred to me that I was beginning
to think like a woman naturally as well as look like
one. What was happening to me? Was I really ready to
give up 30 years of life as a man based on just a few
nights as a beautiful woman?
I thought about it some more, then decided that I
didn't need to give up anything! Thanks to those
wonderful mystical Aztecs, I could be both male and
female anytime I wanted to! I began to play with my
image in the mirror, trying to find out just how
womanly I could be if I did what came naturally. I
tried a variety of poses, trying to look like an
innocent maiden first, then a voracious tigress in
heat, then a determined woman of independence.
It was easy... With just a slight change of posture or
facial expression, I could be all those things in a
wink of an eye. A world of possibilities was opening up
for me.
I decided that at this point in time, I liked the look
of the tigress the best, so I practiced some more in
the mirror, playing with my breasts, tossing my wild
hair around, licking my full lips, and letting my legs
part just enough so I could see the moist pinkness
around my vagina. Suddenly, just as was about to
masturbate to my reflection, I nearly jumped out of my
skin as I heard a voice say, "I knew it! You're an
escaped stripper from Hollywood!"
I turned to find Ron looking in at me. "How long have
you been there??!" I said with slight embarrassment.
"Long enough to have enjoyed the performance enough to
request an encore," he said with a sly smile on his
lips as he opened the door completely. Having been more
than a little aroused by my show in the mirror, I was
more than ready to take him up on his request.
"Oh yeah," I said as I rolled up to him with my
slinkiest walk, "Think you can handle it, buster?"
"I think so, but please don't hurt me," he said with
mock fear on his face.
"Move it, then," I said as I pushed him with all my
feminine force out of the bathroom and back into the
bed. I was feeling aggressive this time, so I decided
to take the "masculine" role. I pushed him back on the
bed so that he lay on his back, his slightly erect
penis pointing up at about a 45 degree angle.
"Grrrrr!" I said playfully through clenched teeth, and
I jumped on top of him. As I straddled him across the
chest, I began moving my hips back and forth, grinding
against his cock so that I could feel the life
returning to it. I grabbed his hands and put them on my
breasts, then placed my own hands on top of his as I
began to grind with a little more vigor.
At the touch of his hands on my breasts, I could feel
his penis begin to jerk as it filled itself to near
readiness. My own pussy had become very wet again, and
I could feel my juices really begin to lubricate. I
stopped my grinding for a second and removed one of my
hands from my breast so I could guide his now fully
erect penis into my waiting orifice.
Ron was smiling with amusement at seeing this new
aggressive side of me, but his amusement turned to
desire as he slid neatly inside of me. I moaned with
pleasure when he entered me, then I began to slowly
raise myself up and down until I could feel his full
length inside of me. I really liked being in control of
the situation, and could vary the rhythm as it pleased
me.
Having experienced sex this way as a man, I knew that
Ron would enjoy whatever I did, so I concentrated on
pleasuring myself. I began to feel the now familiar
sensation of my orgasm rising, so I increased my up and
down movements until I was bucking furiously against
his hips, my hands squeezing his on top of my breasts
tighter and tighter.
Suddenly, it was upon me and I arched my back against
him, uttering a girlish squeal of utter delight as I
did so. Waves of pleasure began to wash over me once
again, and I released my hands from his so that I could
press against his hard thighs. I began to slow my
rhythm as I slowly came down, but was surprised to hear
Ron beg me not to.
I knew that he was about to come, too, so I did my best
to accommodate him. I felt him tense and was expecting
to feel that wonderful hot gush inside me, but instead,
he bent at the waist and raised his upper torso off the
bed so that he could get in one final colossal thrust.
It was then that the dream became a nightmare!
Just as he was beginning to come, he grabbed at my head
to pull me down on top of him. Unfortunately, when he
reached for me, his left hand tangled with my right
earring with enough force to pull it off! Instantly, I
began to change back into a man. I could feel my curves
shrinking and fading, my body turning tall and
muscular, and, to my horror, my own penis growing forth
from my crotch and forcing his out of me!
I threw my head back and screamed, "Noooooo!" but knew
it was too late when I heard my voice go from sultry
soprano to male baritone in mid-scream.
Ron went from that one perfect moment of ecstasy to
absolute horror in only seconds. As I went through my
undesired transformation, I tried to keep my eyes open
so as to make sure that my one time pal and recent
lover didn't try to kill me while I was changing.
Though I had grown somewhat accustomed to the amazing
metamorphosis of my body, it still rendered me nearly
unconscious for a few seconds. I felt my eyes roll back
in my head as my beautiful breasts flattened into hairy
male nipples, my broad, smooth hips receding into the
straight lines of a male rear.
I came back to reality in seconds, just in time to see
Ron leap naked from the bed with a yell, trip over a
tangle of clothes on the floor, and careen into the
bedroom wall. He sank to his knees, his eyes wide and
staring, seeing his male friend of many years where
moments before a sexy goddess had been. I could only
imagine what he was going through... He was panting
loudly, trying to form words that just would not come,
his whole face a mass of confusion.
For the life of me, I did not know what to say. I
wished that I was female again so I could go and
comfort him without rejection, but I knew that to just
slip my earring back on would not be explanation
enough. I felt his intense gaze on me and I lowered my
eyes with embarrassment. He began to mutter almost
inaudibly, "A dream... Gotta be a dream," he said over
and over again.
I felt terrible. I had seduced the best friend I had in
the world in a false female form under false pretenses,
for basically my own selfish reasons. Now had come the
time to pay the piper. As a man, Ron was somebody I
relied upon to return my friendship without question;
as a woman, I not only found him to be someone I felt
comfortable showing my vulnerabilities to, but also a
wonderful, passionate lover. I didn't want to lose
either of him!
While he still sat with his back against the wall,
muttering his "Gotta be a dream," mantra over and over
again, I scrambled out of the bed, walked over to the
flask he had laid on the dresser, took a long pull off
of it, then tossed it over to him.
Without taking his eyes off of me, he opened it and
gulped down enough to pickle an elephant. I returned to
the bed, sat cross legged on it, and put a pillow over
the important parts of my nakedness. "Better?" I asked
him. He just sat there, his eyes locked onto mine, his
head shaking back and forth, back and forth. I
unclipped the remaining earring from my left ear.
"It's these," I said, searching the covers and finding
the other one that was responsible for my current
predicament. I held them up close to him so that he
could see what I was talking about. "They do pretty
incredible things, man," I said with a sardonic smile
on my face. "I found 'em on the island, tried them out,
and, um... one thing lead to another..." my voice
trailing off at the end.
"I'm sorry, boss... I didn't mean for you to ever find
out," I said with my head shaking in apology. For the
first time in a while, I saw a momentary gleam of
coherency in his eyes. He started to speak, couldn't
find the words at first, then continued, "You mean
you... You're really... It really was you that I..."
"Um-humm," I said with a slight nod of my head. Ron
moved a hand toward the earrings that I was holding
out, then drew it back quickly. "No way... can't be...
How?... No... Gotta be a dream, gotta be a dream," he
said, taking another healthy tug off the flask.
I could tell we were getting nowhere fast at this rate,
so I decided to take a little more drastic action.
"Want me to prove it to you?" I asked. Ron just sat
there shaking his head muttering, "Can't be... no
way... no way."
I clipped on one of the earrings, looked at him and
said, "I hope this doesn't blow your gasket
completely," then clipped on the other one. I felt the
familiar sensation of transformation with all the
pullings, tightenings, expansions and withdrawals, and
in seconds, I was once again the woman he knew as
Amber.
"Oh my God... Oh my God!" he wailed as I tried to take
on a comforting feminine look of sympathy. He put his
hands over his eyes as I got up off the bed to go to
him. I could feel the fairly familiar, but still
strange bounce of my breasts as I padded over to the
wall where he sat. I bent down to him and placed my
soft tiny hands on his, gently tugging them away from
his eyes. He looked into my beautiful female face and I
smiled at him.
"It's okay," I said, taking his handsome face in my
hands and looking him straight in the eye, "you're not
nuts. I'm real, and I'm just who you think I am. Now
pull yourself together and lets talk about this!" I
felt a brief triumphant flash when I saw him set his
jaw, purse his lips, and begin nodding his head in
agreement.
For the next half hour, we sat on the bed across from
each other, him in a chair, paying rapt attention to
every detail of the story I told him, me on the bed,
trying to find the best words possible so as not to
make him want to kill me! It was interesting that I
felt more comfortable sharing my story with him as a
woman instead of his more familiar male buddy.
Perhaps it was because I knew that I could talk more
intimately with him in a half hour as a female than I
had ever talked with him in a lifetime as a man.
Finally, I heard myself saying, "So because I knew that
you were such a nice guy to me when I was a man, I
thought that you would be perfect to try out as a
woman."
"I'm sorry I put you through this," I said, my voice
lowering to a whisper. "I never meant for it to end
this way..." and, incredibly, I felt my eyes filling
with tears.
I couldn't remember the last time I actually cried, but
in this body, in this situation, it was something that
came totally natural to me. I dabbed at my eyes with a
tiny feminine hand, and then, even more remarkably, I
watched as Ron stood up from the chair and sat down
next to me on the bed, stretching a comforting arm
around my small shoulders. I lay back into him, my
tears flowing freely now, and grasped him around his
chest, squeezing him with all the minuscule feminine
strength I had.
"It's okay," I heard him say through my sobs, "It's
okay, Amb... Jeez, I don't know what to call you."
I sniffed daintily, then turned my face up to his and
said with a pout, "Amber... I'm Amber right now."
"Okay, Amber. Okay," he said comfortingly, gently
stroking my moist cheek.
I sat up, giving him a look of gratitude. "Thanks,
Ron," I said with a final sniff, "Thanks for being so
understanding." We both straightened up from our
intimate positions, and looked at each other. I cocked
my head at him and said, "So... "
"No. Wait," he said, "There's just one thing I can't
quite figure out."
"What's that?" I said.
"Well, don't take me wrong, but... Were you gay when
you were a man? I mean, did you think about me..."
"No, no!" I said, stopping him before he could finish.
"It's these earrings... They change everything! Body,
feelings... desires."
He shook his head in amazement at me. "That's
incredible, but so is everything about this whole
thing! Are you sure that you weren't..." Almost without
thinking, I yanked my earrings off before he ended his
sentence. The world went black for a second, and then I
was again a man.
Ron looked a little shaken by my transformation, but
nothing like the basket case he had been the first time
it happened. "Here!" I said in my accustomed baritone,
offering the earrings to him. "Give it a whirl!"
He looked at them distrustfully and made no move to
take them from me. "Here!" I said a little more firmly,
opening his hands so I could force him to take them.
"You'll never completely understand unless you try it
for yourself!"
He took a deep breath and let it out with a dubious
sigh, then nodded his head in determination. Just as he
was about to clip them on, I stopped his hands. "Wait,"
I said. "Before you do it, I want you take a good look
at me."
I stood up and turned around in all my male nude glory.
"Now, do you see anything you like? Anything that turns
you on?" I asked forcefully.
"Yuck, no!" he said with a laugh. "No offense, but I
much prefer Amber to you."
"Okay, then," I said with a grin, "Now you can put them
on."
It was incredible to actually watch someone else
besides myself change from a well-built, almost
strapping man, into a petite alluring woman. I gazed in
awe as I saw Ron's broad chest shrink and soften, two
beautifully shaped breasts taking the place of his hard
male nipples; his face changing from a masculine visage
with a nearly permanent five-o'clock shadow, to a soft
feminine pouty lipped woman's with high cheekbones and
pencil thin eyebrows.
His body shrank and contorted before my eyes, shapely
smooth legs replacing hairy male ones, soft feminine
arms and hands taking over from pronounced biceps and
rough thick fingers. The new goddess's head was thrown
back as the final change began, and I stared in
amazement as his flaccid penis first pulled inside two
womanly thighs, then reshaped itself into a glistening,
nearly hairless vagina.
I heard her gasp in a tiny female voice as she came
back to consciousness. Her adorable wide eyed
expression of wonder as she explored her new body was
the very picture of girlish innocence. I felt myself
becoming aroused as she fondled her new prominent
breasts, experiencing for the first time as I had not
so long ago, just exactly what delightful sensations
they created in her. She was beautiful, but I noted
with interest, she was not the same woman I became when
I put on the magical earrings.
She was a little taller than my female self, a little
bustier, and her face perhaps a little more worldly
looking than mine. All in all, she was beauty in
extreme with her long mane of auburn hair cascading
over her small shoulders almost all the way to her tiny
waist.
I was almost hypnotized simply by looking at her, and I
nearly jumped when I heard a small delicate voice say,
"I see what you mean." I moved my gaze from her breasts
to her face which was smiling at me. "What do you
think, angel?" I asked gently.
"I'm kind of ashamed to say," the nymph responded. Then
she crinkled her button nose in an adorable look of
confusion. "Everything feels so different... so soft
and small.. so... different!" she said, trying to find
the right words. She tossed her head, her long hair
swirling over her shoulders and covering her beautiful
breasts. She smoothed it back over her neck, then
glanced up and saw a hint of her reflection in the
mirror. She got up delicately, and moved slowly toward
it.
I watched in appreciation at how her perfect hips
swayed as she walked away. She stood staring at her
reflection for a full minute before turning to me and
saying, "Is this really me?"
"Yes, ma'am," I responded instantly. "And personally
speaking, I think it's a real improvement over that
other guy!"
She giggled marvelously... In all my years of knowing
Ron, I could not ever recall a time when he actually
giggled! She resumed looking at herself in the mirror,
doing almost exactly the same things that I had done
myself on first inspection. She examined herself from
the rear, nodding with appreciation, then took on a few
provocative model poses.
I grinned and shook my head in approval at my drastic
experiment having proved so successful. I decided to
take one more chance then. I came over to her and stood
behind her, grasping her around her tiny waist. A brief
look of disgust crept over her face, but turned into
something else entirely as my hands worked their way up
her slender torso to cup her breasts.
I heard a distinctly unmasculine moan escape her pouty
lips as I squeezed her hard nipples gently, then turned
her in my arms to kiss her. Ron had always been the
first one of us to try new things or take on difficult
challenges, and this time was no different. In minutes,
my male buddy had taken on the characteristics of a
sexually deprived female nymphomaniac!
I almost felt inadequate to the task of satisfying her.
She couldn't get enough of me, and I couldn't get
enough of her. She wanted to try virtually all the
sexual positions ever described to her, ultimately
deciding on a "doggie style" variation with me taking
her from behind while she lay on her side. It was
heaven to hear the dainty growls and wails of pleasure
coming from her as I pounded in and out for all I was
worth!
After nearly two hours of non-stop experimentation, we
finally took a break. She nestled in the crook of my
arm as we gently caressed one another, not bothering to
speak.
Finally, she looked at me seriously, and said in a
small voice, "What happens now?" In all honesty, I had
thought about this very question ever since my earring
had come loose at that inopportune time. "Now, my
love," I said, tracing the wonderful curve of her tiny
chin with a finger, "Now, I think we move in together
and become the happiest husband and wife, wife and
husband, ever seen on the face of this planet or any
other!"
"I think I love that idea, 'Amber'," she said with a
giggle as she squeezed my depleted cock with her tiny
hand. "Why thank you, 'Ron'," I said, taking a firm
breast in my mouth to stifle my laughter! And so we
did...
EPILOGUE:
This week, I'm Amber on Monday, Wednesday and Saturday
night, and Ron is "Tina" on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday
and Sunday night. Neither one of us is willing to
concede the unequal night to the other, so next week I
get to be Amber for four nights and he gets to be Tina
for three. Just as I predicted lo those many months ago
in a small motel room in a non-descript town, we are
the happiest couple (or is that foursome?) on the face
of this planet or any other!
Ron and I plan to go back to the island during
Christmas vacation this year. In addition to doing
further exploration in hopes of discovering new
artifacts, we also plan to set up our own private
version of a shrine to those mystical Aztecs who have
brought us such happiness.
I wonder who will be in attendance when we "dedicate"
our little holy gift of gratitude? I hope it'll Amber,
but then again, Tina is always such fun at parties!
THE END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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