Harry

                                                            by  Waldo

1.  Chapter    My Damn Cousins Invite



My cousin Harry Reeves and I were both very familiar with the legend of
the Damascus Bracelet.  Our long deceased grandfather's tales about our
ancestors, had made hunting the Bracelet a lifelong quest for Harry.
When we were little kids, grandfather repeatedly told us about his
grandfather losing the bracelet while he was transporting it to it's
rightful owner.  Great Granddad didn't intend to lose the bracelet, but
he lost his life in the process.  Or so we assume.  He was never seen
again and his body was never found.

The bracelet belonged to a very rich woman, who had arranged for the
Pinkerton Detective Agency to assign a guard to transport it from her
old home in Sicily to her new home in Puerto Rico.  This was a six
month assignment for my ancestor, who was very proud of his selection.
Being a law enforcement officer was something that he always wanted to
do.  So he was thrilled with his selection to guard such a wonderful
treasure.

Great Granddad travelled from New York City to Paris to Sicily, picked
up the bracelet, shipped to Puerto Rico, arrived in Puerto Rico and
disappeared while en route to the woman's mountain estate.  His
baggage, pistol, badge, and clothes were found, but his body or the
bracelet was never seen again.

Pinkerton was not too happy with this and sent other detectives to
investigate Great Granddad.  They looked in Puerto Rico and also bugged
the hell out of our family members trying to find dear old granddad.
His son, who was my grandfather's father, quit his job and searched for
three years trying to find out what happened and never came up with
anything.  The bracelet and Great Granddad disappeared into thin air,
never to be seen again.

So when Harry and I was growing up, we heard all of the legends.  We
were able to look at the notes that our grandfather's father kept of
his search.  While Harry and I were intrigued by the mystery, I think
that we were more intrigued by the supposed powers of the Damascus
Bracelet.  You know how kids are.  We played games where we were in the
jungle looking for the treasure.  And the treasure always had some
magical power.  While I outgrew the romance of our family mystery,
Harry could not.  He lived and breathed for the day that he could find
the solution to our family mystery.

Before I forget it, my name is Bobby Hancock.  I am a lawyer and a very
successful lawyer.  I got out of law school when I was twenty-four and
I had made enough money where I could retire when I was twenty-eight.
I am now thirty-four and am filthy rich.  I worked hard and can sit
back to enjoy a little of life if I want to.  But I am not ready to
quit work yet.  I enjoy it too much.

I tried to get Harry to go to law school also, but he was interested in
being a writer and researcher.  He always thought that he could make a
fortune someday by writing a book about Great Granddad, so he spent his
young adult life, crawling through the mountain jungles of Puerto Rico,
looking for evidence to back up some of his theories.

And that's how I wound up on this plane to Puerto Rico.  Well, almost.
I got a call from Harry, who was in a Miami airport and he was very
excited.  He had just flown in to the states, looked up some statistics
that he needed to verify his data, and was ready to go back to Puerto
Rico.  He had called me several times over the years to kick around his
various theories, but he had never found anything other than what our
grandfather's father had reported in his notes.  And now Harry had
found something.  He was very mysterious and wouldn't tell me what he
had found, only that he had found the clue to the whole mystery.  He
said that he knew where to find the bracelet and he was headed there.
He wanted me to come along and help him solve our decades old mystery.

I turned him down at first.  Although I was interested in seeing what
happened, I did not have the time to take off from some of my cases.
Harry was very insistent and kept pressuring me to come.  I came up
with several thousand reasons why I should not leave now.  Several
thousand dollars that I would lose if I took the week off to go on this
potential wild goose chase.

Finally Harry said something that I could not turn down.  When we were
kids, we made a blood oath to always take care of each other.  You know
the old "cut the finger and wipe blood on each other" sort of child's
game.  He invoked the power and memory of what we promised each other
in that oath.  I could turn that down, but I could not turn down his
subsequent offer to pay me for what I would lose that week.  He wanted
me to send him the bill for my services and he would hire me.  That
pissed me off.  I am very family oriented and do not take money from my
family.  If he is so serious that he would give up his meager life
savings, I have to humour him.  At least once.

So I transferred some work around to my partners and scheduled some
leave time.  My partners were glad because I haven't taken any time off
in almost three years now, not even a vacation.  They get worried about
me because I spend so much time in the office.  I don't have any family
life and don't even have a girlfriend.

The no girlfriend is not because I can't find one or am not interested
in girls.  It is because I am so dedicated to my work and trying to
become a multi-millionaire by the time I am thirty-six years old.  I
like women but somehow my work always came first.  I can get any woman
that I want, because I am relatively very handsome.  I am six foot one,
170 pounds, wavy dark hair that is just beginning to show some signs on
thinning in the front.  I go to the gym twice a week to work out and
play racquetball twice a week and golf once a week to stay in shape and
keep the weight down.  I believe that keeping myself in shape and
looking good, makes a more professional image that my customers like.

                                 ******

So here I am on the airplane.  Harry is waiting for me at the airport.
I don't want to do this, but Harry is my closest relative.  Someone has
to take care of him and he is very insistent that it be me on this
trip.

The plane lands and I walk down the exit ramp.  The wind is warm but it
is one of those tropical breezes, that has the smell of the ocean air
mixed in, that is so relaxing.  It is warm, yet refreshing cool.  Such
a change from the air that I am used to in New York City.  I see Harry
waiting for me waiting for me on the other side of the tarmac fence.
He hasn't changed much in the ten months that it has been since he
visited me last.  Funny, but he always visits me.  Somehow I never
found time to visit him.

I see him wearing those khaki shorts and shirt that he favours.  He
looks like he has put some weight on, not that he couldn't lose some to
begin with.  He is about 5 foot ten, 210 pounds, almost bald in the
front, and a big bald spot in the rear.  He lets his hair grow long on
the sides and combs it up to hide his bald spot.  I offered last year
to pay for a hair transplant treatment for him, but he turned me down.
He has that same mustache that he has had since our teenage years and
it is one of those overgrown, needs shaping up mustaches.  Sticking out
of his mouth is the remains of one of those foul smelling cigars that
he likes but which I can't stand.

"Bobby, over here." he screams at me.  I wave at him and he waves back.
In his wave, I see the same wave that he had when he was six years old.
We may be both grown up now, but he is the same old Harry, just older.
My cousin.

"How was your flight?" He asks as he gives me a big hug.  I had almost
forgot how much I hated smelling his cigar breath, but it quickly came
back as he crushed me in a bear hug.

I crushed back and responded "Great, where are we staying?  I need to
call my office and check in so they can forward any calls that I need
to be aware of."

"Same old Bobby.  Working too hard and never taking a moment to relax.
Well, forget about your office.  I have my jeep out front and we are
camping out where no one can get in touch with you.  At least for the
first three days.  If your office needs to get in touch with you, it
will have to be by carrier parrot.  Nothing modern exists in this
jungle where we are headed.  I told you that I solved the mystery and
know where to find the Bracelet." he laughed as he put his arm around
my waist and gently guides me toward the baggage area.

"Harry, I can't just drop my business and run off into the jungle.  I
have clients that depend upon getting in touch with me at any minute,
day or night.  I really shouldn't be here, but you were so insistent.
If you were not my closest relative and best friend, I wouldn't be
here." I said as I picked up my designer suitcase from the luggage
tray.

"I know.  And I appreciate it.  You don't know how much.  If what I
suspect is true, you are the only person in the world that I trust and
want near me when I recover the bracelet." he said as we walked to a
jeep.  He grabbed my bags and threw them into the back on top of his
duffel bag and back pack.

I hopped in the passenger seat and he started the engine.  As we left
the airport, he kept steering the discussion away from the bracelet and
why I was here, to discussions about our remaining aunts, uncles and
cousins that were still hanging around our little home town area.
Although the town is only 80 miles from New York City, I only get up
there about twice a year for a day on a weekend, and Harry finds some
way to get there for a week or two every three or four months.  So he
was more familiar with how everyone was doing.  I propped my right foot
up on the open door jam and enjoyed the warm breeze whipping through my
hair as Harry drove us out of the city and into the jungle.

After almost two hours of driving on progressive smaller and less
maintained roads, Harry came to a trail, that he turned off on.  He
drove the jeep across a couple of streams and finally got to a clearing
where the jeep could go no further.  As he cut off the engine, he said
"We park here.  Leave your clothes here.  I have a small backpack for
you.  We are going to hike in for an hour and then set up camp.  When
we set up camp, I will tell you what I have discovered.  Tonight, we
should see the Bracelet."

"I can't leave my clothes here.  Do you realize how much I paid for
this matched luggage?  What if someone comes along and steals it?" I
asked.

"Everyone back in these woods have better sense than to wear clothes
that you probably have in your overpriced suitcase.  They will be there
when you come back.  Come on, here is your backpack.  We are losing
daylight and need to get through some of this jungle terrain while it
is still light enough to see where we are going." he said as he shoved
a new backpack to me.  He picked up an old backpack and adjusted it on
his own back as he lit another cigar.  I changed into my hiking boots,
which I had owned for a couple of years, but never exposed them to
anything but sidewalks.

When I was ready, he turned and marched down a path.  I walked about
ten feet behind him, smelling the horrible smell of his damn cigar as
it overpowered the jungle smells of the lush undergrowth.  We hiked an
overgrown trail and forded a couple of mountain streams before we came
to a little clearing with a small pool created by a small waterfall.
Harry dropped his pack and started setting up his sleeping bag.  I just
collapsed on the ground.  I thought that I was in shape, but wandering
through this jungle, with sixty pounds of whatever on my back, trying
to keep up with Harry proved that I was not in as good a shape as I
imagined that I was in.

When I recovered my breath, he had walked into the jungle and was
carrying back firewood.  I sat up when he said "This is where we will
find the bracelet tonight.  We need to have enough fire so that we can
maintain a fire all night if we need to.  Help me gather the wood and
then we can take a refreshing swim."

After we gathered what he considered to be enough wood for the night,
he stripped naked, and jumped into the water.  It had been years since
I had swam in water that was not chlorinated and where I could not see
the lines painted on the bottom:  but somehow, I quickly followed him
into the very wonderful and relaxing water.

I floated in the water and all my tiredness left me as the water
relaxed my body.  For the next hour, Harry and I swam and played games
as we did when we were kids.  We dived from the rocks into the pool,
seeing who could do the biggest splash with a belly buster dive, raced
from the waterfall to the far end of the cove, and all sorts of
horseplay that kids do in a swimming pool.  It was as if we were still
ten years old and back home.

We were standing on the flat rock beside the waterfall and Harry
tackled me, taking us both into the water.  While underwater, we were
both grab-assing each other to push the other under water deeper.
Harry outweighed me and was able to overpower me underwater, so after
about ten seconds of very close and hard wrestling, I knew to give up.
When I stopped resisting him, he wrapped his hairy legs around me and
gave me a quick squeeze with his legs before he let go of me.  We both
surfaced at the same time and he climbed back onto the rocks and laid
down on his back.  I was half out of the water and holding onto a
boulder as I re-captured my breath.  I looked at Harry and saw that he
had an erection.  The underwater grab-assing had aroused him sexually.

I did a backwards push-off and floated on my back as I tried to forget
the sight of Harry lying naked on that flat rock, with his cock hard.
Harry has an overweight, middle aged white man's body, with a white
ass, brown arms from the sun, hairy chest and back, and bald head.  He
was a little taller than me, and had the broadest shoulders I had ever
seen.  His rugged facial features made him look particularly
formidable.  His neck was thick and muscular.  His strong looking back
tapered from his wide shoulders down to a tight ass which tensed and
relaxed as he walked.  His thighs were well developed as was his chest.
His pecs were firm and well developed, and his rounded deltoids made
his shoulders look even broader.  Some soft black hair set off the
upper portion of his chest, and trailed down to a thin line of hair
that pointed to his nine inch cock was slowly getting harder and
harder.

There is no way that his body arouses me and it kinda surprised me that
he got an erection during our quick grab-ass session.  And it also
surprised me that he laid on the rock so that I could see his very
definite reaction that I knew that he had to be aware of.  It was
almost as if he wanted me to know that our very close body contact was
sexually arousing for him.

I swam backwards through the water slowly going in circles.  I heard
Harry dive in the water and felt him swimming underwater toward me.  I
expected him to swim under me but did not expect what he did next.  His
hand jumped between my legs and caught my cock as he dived deep pulling
me under water.  I struggled but he held on tightly to my cock as he
wrapped his legs around my legs underwater.  We struggled underwater
but he had my legs pinned and was not letting go of my cock.  After ten
quick seconds of underwater struggle, he let go and we both surfaced.
He swam to the shore where our campsite was, while I swam back to the
waterfall.  I climbed out on the rocks and looked down at myself.  His
fingernails had scratched my belly and my cock was red from the quick
manhandling that it had just suffered.

I watched Harry walk naked over to his backpack and remove a bar of
soap.  He turned and walked back to the water stopping when the water
level reached his mid-thigh.  He was facing me and was clearly aware of
his rock hard erection between his legs; and that I was looking at him.
He smiled and started rubbing a lather on his hairy chest, ignoring me
and the unsaid questions between us.  I watched as he wrapped one hand
around his cock and slowly rubbed a lather on his erection as he
stroked himself while facing me.

I laid back on the rock and looked up at the sky.  If he wants to
masturbate himself in front of me, I refuse to participate and will
look elsewhere.  I was a little stunned.  When we were kids, we did the
typical show-me yours and I dare you to jack off that all teenage boys
do as they learn to explore their newly found sexuality.  What Harry
was doing, was slightly different, now that we were two middle-aged
men.

I laid on the rock until I heard Harry dive back into the water,
rinsing himself off.  Then I listened to him as he swam a couple of
laps before he got out and started dressing.  I sat up and he had put
his shorts back on and was tying his boots.  I dived into the water and
swam over to my clothes.

As I dressed, he started the fire.  We didn't say anything to each
other.  When he had the fire going, he pulled out a frying pan and
started dinner.  Then he said "Thanks for coming Bobby.  I really need
you here with me and I am sorry if I embarrassed you.  I don't know
what came over me and I know that you have very normal sexual
preferences.  As I grew older, I discovered that my sexual desires were
not what we anticipated when we were kids.  Being near you and touching
you did arouse me and I can't hide that.  I discovered about five years
ago that I am very bisexual and that I can get aroused very easily by
either sex."

"Don't worry about it.  As a lawyer, I am used to seeing all sorts of
things.  I have all ready put it out of my mind.  When are you going to
tell me what you have discovered." I replied, trying to change the
subject.

He opened a flap on his backpack and removed a small notebook.  He
didn't open it, but after I saw what it looked like, he put it back in
his pack and said "Everything that you need to know is in this log.
Just humour me for the rest of the day because I have some very strong
reasons why I can't tell you now.  I will either tell you everything
that you want to know tomorrow morning, or you can read it, if
something happens to me."

"What could happen to you?  I came to help you and don't like the way
that you aren't telling me what is going on." I responded.

He grunted and smiled his sarcastic smile "I won't tell you the details
now, but tonight we will recover the Damascus Bracelet.  It is where
our Granddad left it so many years ago.  Only a quarter of a mile up
this trail on top of the hill, in the clearing."

"How do you know that?" I asked, my lawyer training wanting to know all
of the relevant facts.

He shook his head slowly as he gave me a one sentence reply "Tomorrow."

I spent the rest of the time that he was cooking, trying to draw
answers from him, before I gave up.  He had the same stupid answer for
all questions about what was going to happen, and what he knew.  He was
pissing me off and I let him know it, but he also ignored that.

We ate in silence and then cleaned up our cooking gear as the sun
dropped below the horizon.  We built up the fire and sat around it,
talking about home, some of our relatives and the old days; while Harry
smoked another one of those damn cigars that he never ran out of.
About ten p.m., he handed me a flashlight and said "It's time we went
to our destiny."

I accepted the flashlight and the small fannypack from him.  I opened
it and discovered another flashlight, and a box of batteries that would
fit either flashlight.  Also inside were some water bottles and granola
bars.

I put the fannypack on as he banked the fire so it wouldn't spread
while we were gone.  When he was satisfied that our camp was safe, he
turned on his light and started walking up the path.  I followed.

The jungle is different at night.  I am not used to the outdoors and it
was difficult enough to walk during the daytime, much less at night.  I
was constantly tripping over roots and spinning around, aiming my
flashlight into the jungle, where I was sure that I heard something.  A
couple of times, there was a brief reflection of eyes, which
disappeared before I could determine what the eyes belonged to.  I felt
as if we were being watched.

The trail climbed steeply and I had to walk fast to keep up with Harry,
which left little time to evaluate what we were walking through.  I was
able to determine that there was only one path and it led almost
straight up.

When we reached the top of the hill, it was as if we entered another
country.  Part of the weird feeling was because we had been walking
under a tree cover and we were now out in the open moonlight.  The full
moon was lightening up the whole clearing and I almost didn't need a
flashlight to see where the trail led up to the top of the hill.
Before we got to the top of the hill, the jungle stopped and turned
into a clearing.  It was only about ten acres big, but after being in
nothing but jungle for the last several hours, it was surprising to
find this grassy knoll.  Harry walked to the very top of the hill and
stopped at a campfire pit.  The pit was filled with wood and I found
other wood piled neatly to one side, beside a cairn of rocks.  Harry
pulled out a lighter and started the fire.

I looked around and could see miles of jungle in all direction.  This
must be the highest ridgeline in this whole area.  I looked for the
trail and could not see any trail except the one that we came up on.
The trail stopped here.

Harry got the fire going and looked at his watch, then up at the bright
moon.  He removed a compass from his daypack and took a compass reading
while he stood beside the three foot high pile of rocks.  Then he
started pacing off steps using his compass to keep a constant direction
from the rock pile.  When he reached seven steps distance, he laid his
compass on the ground.  He removed a small camper's shovel from his
daypack and started digging.  I watched him, knowing that he would tell
me what to do, when he was ready.

He dug slowly and carefully.  After about ten minutes, he grunted and
dropped to his knees so he could use his hands to sift through the
loose dirt.  He pulled something out of the ground and held it up to
the moonlight.  Then he stood and walked back over to where I was
watching him from the fire.  He held out what he had found and said
"The Damascus Bracelet."

I took it from him and looked at it.  It was a bracelet, but was not
what I expected.  It was old, tinny looking and pitted from the years
in the ground.  I had expected a golden bracelet.  It was made in a C
shape and was about one inch wide.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

He started taking his clothes and boots off.  When he was completely
naked, he took the piece of metal from me and said "We are going to
see.  There is only one way to be sure and that is why you are here.
If anything funny happens, there is nothing that you can do except
wait.  I brought my notebook, which is in the backpack."

He opened his backpack and pulled out a jar of wine.  He popped the
cork and sat on his naked butt in front of the campfire as he poured
wine slowly over the metal.  Then he said some words that sounded like
gibberish and wrapped the bracelet around his right wrist.  When he let
go of it, he jerked and slumped over.  It really surprised me and
before I could move, he fell over on the ground.

I crawled over to him and could see that he was unconscious.  I shook
him, but that did not wake him up.  I grabbed the bracelet and tried to
pull it from his wrist and that is when I realized that the bracelet
was no longer a C shape, but was a perfect oval that fit his wrist.  It
would not slide from his hand because of his hand's larger size.  It
was a complete ring but I had examined it only minutes before and knew
it was a C shape then.  I shook Harry again but there was no response.

I grabbed his backpack and found his notebook.  It had a yellow stickup
with my name marking a page.  I opened it to that page and started
reading, using the campfire as my light.


2.  Chapter    The Notebook



     Dear Bobby,

     If you are reading this, then I was partially successful.  I
     found the bracelet and tried it on.  If it was the real
     bracelet, I am sleeping now and you can't wake me up.  Don't
     worry about me because there is nothing that you can do for
     me now.  Only time will reveal what is happening to me.

     I found the clue that unraveled this whole mystery in the
     will of the old woman, whose name was Anna Lebot, that
     Granddad was delivering the bracelet to.  It gave the
     bracelet, if it was ever found, to her niece.  I had already
     tracked the whole family back several centuries and
     discovered that each family was headed up by a woman.  While
     the woman may have children, she always gave her niece the
     powerful position of family matriarch, instead of passing it
     down to her own children.  The niece would inherit all of the
     family riches and property.

     About 1878, Marguerite Lebot, who was the pissed off daughter
     of this woman documented what she could find of her family
     history.  About nine years before, her mother introduced a
     niece that none of the rest of the family was aware of her
     existence.  The date that the niece showed up, was about two
     weeks after our great grandfather disappeared.  The niece's
     name was Tialana which they shortened to Tia.  Tia was a very
     beautiful young woman, with a body that made all men drool.
     However, Tia only had eyes for Anna and the whole family was
     appalled at the older Anna's very obvious sexual and romantic
     affair with her very attractive niece.  Anna was a very
     attractive woman herself, and Marguerite learned that Anna
     had been a very attractive niece that also suddenly walked
     into her position, and that Anna also had an affair with her
     supposed Aunt.  Marguerite traced Anna's life back to Sicily
     and discovered through existing family members that this
     scenario repeated itself back through all known generations.

     Marguerite challenged her mother on her findings and the
     mother admitted that her findings were correct, but she would
     not offer any explanation.  Tia and Anna were living together
     as lovers and Marguerite could not stand anymore.  She ran
     away to America and married a Georgia farmer.  In 1902, she
     returned to Puerto Rico and discovered that her mother had
     died three years before and Tia had inherited the estate.
     Tia also had married and had two children.  Tia's husband
     left and was never seen again.  Funny thing is this is about
     the same time that Tia's very beautiful and attractive young
     niece Taulana appeared.  Tia and Taulana were also lovers.
     Again the older very beautiful mature woman with her young
     sexy attractive niece.

     In 1907, Tia and Taulana were killed by a robber.  Tia's will
     left everything to Taulana or to any woman that claimed the
     estate.  The woman would have to identify herself with a
     coded phrase and to have in her possession, the Damascus
     Bracelet.  Since 1907, no woman has provided the required
     proof to claim the estate and it is being managed by a trust
     fund.

     Marguerite tried to claim the estate, but was stopped by the
     terms of the will.  She also spent the rest of her life
     hunting the bracelet.

     While she concentrated on researching her family history, the
     secret to the location did not exist there.  I found the
     secret in an ancient book on voodoo.  I noticed on a map that
     Tia's estate had a hilltop that was considered a sacred
     voodoo area.  I searched through voodoo legends and
     discovered a reference to a magical bracelet called Dainm.
     About 1870, Dainm was supposed to have returned to Puerto
     Rico.  It's power was capable of changing a man into a woman
     and enslaving her.  Local folklore reported that a very
     powerful voodoo witch doctor could sense when the Dainm was
     used at a sacred spot.  He reported it used in 1870 and 1904.
     The years that Grandfather and Tia's husband disappeared.
     The witch doctor was not able to determine where Dainm was,
     but he sensed it was hid in the ground.

     I visited the witch doctor's great grandson, who is currently
     selling used cars in Miami.  He had decided to not follow the
     beliefs that all of his families men had followed over the
     years.  He allowed me to read some of the letters that his
     father wrote him, just before his death.  In one of these
     letters, the last witch doctor mentioned Dainm and drew a
     small diagram showing which direction and how far from a
     stone cairn, the bracelet was buried.  Only he didn't know
     where stone cairn was located.  The last witch doctor also
     discussed the powers of the bracelet.

     Under a full moon and on a blessed sacred site, the bracelet
     would turn a man into a beautiful young woman.  The witch
     doctor wasn't sure about the next fact, but thought that if
     it was placed around the right wrist, the new woman would
     lose all memory and would become the sexual slave of the
     nearest person during the transformation.  If placed on the
     left wrist, the transformation would also take place, but the
     person would retain all memory and would not be a sexual
     slave of anyone.

     Yes, Bobby.  I believe that the Dainm bracelet and Damascus
     Bracelet are the same bracelets.  I also believe in the old
     witch doctor's version of the bracelet's powers.  It would
     explain what happened to our ancestor and why he never
     returned home.  He became Tia, who was the woman that was the
     sexual slave of his mistress, Anna.  If you are reading this,
     it is because we found the bracelet and my body is going
     through a transformation.

     I wanted you to be here for multiple reasons.  One was to be
     my witness as to how Harry Reeves disappeared.  And why this
     new young woman that I will become, is now a member of our
     family.  I also wanted you to be here, in case the witch
     doctor reversed which wrist did what and I lose my memory as
     I go through the transformation.  If the rest of the story is
     true, as I expect it to be, I stand a good chance of becoming
     a woman, with no memory of my previous male life, and also of
     becoming the sexual slave of the nearest person during my
     transformation.  If I am going to be the lifelong sexual
     playtoy of anyone, I want it to be you.

     I didn't realize it when we were kids, but as I grew older, I
     realized that I was attracted to you.  When I had my first
     homosexual experience, I allowed it to happen out of
     frustration because I kept having fantasies about you.  I
     quickly discovered that I was very bisexual and that whenever
     I had a homosexual affair, I pretended it was you.  When I
     discovered the real secret of the bracelet and determined
     where it should be, I wanted you to be with me.  If I lost my
     real identity, I wanted you to be the one in control of my
     new life, my new body, and my new memories.

     In my dreams I wished for you to be my lover, who I knew
     would not abuse me.  Who would give me what I wanted in fair
     trade for what he wanted, who would stop when I wanted him to
     and who would ask me to stop when he didn't want to.  Very
     few men like that exist and I have to have you.  At all
     costs.

     The transformation will take all night and will be finished
     by sunup.  At sunup, we will discover if it was the right or
     left wrist that I should have placed the bracelet on.

     In my safe deposit vault, is my will, with you appointed to
     be the executor of my estate.

     Take care of me, Bobby.  I love you.

     Harry.



3.  Chapter    Waiting for sunup



It only took ten minutes to read Harry's notebook.  During that ten
minutes, I could see that some changes were taking place.  Harry was
beginning to grow some thin hair on his bald spots and appeared to be
getting smaller.  He did not have as much chest hair and his chest
looked like it was getting softer, with some of the muscle tissue
turning to fat.

I re-read Harry's notebook again and skimmed through the other pages,
not discovering anything new.  It had been over half an hour since the
transformation started and Harry was still changing.  His formerly
balding head was now covered with light fine dark hair, about two
inches long and the balding pattern had disappeared.  His chest hair
had almost completely disappeared, his mustache was falling out, his
face was changing shape and the puffiness of budding female breasts
were becoming very evident.  He had lost weight and looked smaller than
his 5 foot 10 inches.  If I was to guess his weight now, he would
weight about 180 pounds, so he has lost thirty pounds.

I put some more wood on the fire and waited.  I tried to remove the
bracelet again, but as his body grew smaller, so did the bracelet.

Over the next two hours, his hair grew to about eight inches long and
filled out to cover the previously bald spots.  Where his hair had been
thin and turning gray before, it was now full and thick.  He had a
flowing mane of dark hair.  His face was getting younger and thinner.
The face's shape was changing from an oval, overweight round face to a
firm, angular face.  His mustache fell out, hair by hair and now there
was no facial hair.  His skin was turning soft.  Lying on his back, his
breasts were not obvious, except that his nipples had grew and turned
darker.  I rolled him over on his side and his chest tissue flowed into
two very obvious female breasts.  He had lost another thirty pounds and
some shoulder width.  His waist had grown smaller and his hips were
changing.  His penis had shrunk from it's original seven inches to
about two inches and his testicles were gone, leaving only a small
empty sac.

He was sleeping peacefully and would not wake up.  I re-read his
notebooks again and added more wood.  After four hours, the sleeping
body on the ground could not be recognized as Harry or as a man.  The
breasts were the most noticeable body component.  They were large, full
and riding high on the narrow chest, with large pouty dark nipples.
The waist was slender and tapered; while the hips were wide.  Between
the legs was the beginning of a vagina opening under the dark pubic
hair.  The face had changed to a very beautiful woman's face, with high
cheekbones, full voluptuous lips, and long dark eyelashes.  The dark
hair was full, curly, and flowed down about midback.  The weight had
dropped and this person could weigh no more than 130 pounds.  Where
Harry previously had muscular heavy thighs, the new body had shapely
legs, that any dancer would be proud to show off.  It was clearly an
attractive, young woman's naked body lying on the ground beside the
roaring fire.  Not my overweight cousin's body.  My main worry was
about his memory.

I kept adding wood to the fire until it started becoming gray to the
east.  Then I let it burn out as the sun rose.  Harry or whoever that
was now, was still asleep.  I sat down and watched his or her breath.
I knew it was still Harry or the essence of Harry, but I found it
difficult to think of this person as being Harry.  It did not look like
Harry.  How would I react if he still had his memory?  Could I treat
him as a woman?  What if he came onto me again?  How would I react now
that he looked like this?  How could I explain this to his mother?  I
can imagine the look on Aunt Beatrice's face when I introduce this
beautiful young woman as her former son.

And how would I react if Harry's memory was lost?  And this person was
now my sexual slave?  I don't have time in my life for a woman.
Especially for a woman that used to be a man.  Really, I don't have
time for female companionship.  Not on a regular basis, that is.  I
have a few female friends that I sometimes sleep with, but I do not
want any long-term relationships.  I would prefer to let my life
continue as it has for the last ten years.  And could I have sex with
her, knowing that she used to be my cousin, Harry?

As I looked at the sleeping body, I knew that this was a woman's body.
The main issue to be resolved, was it my cousin's mind and memory
inhabiting this body, or was it someone new.  Could I start thinking of
this person as a woman?  With or without Harry's memory.  Is it a man
or a woman?  I decided that it was not a man, using the old "does it
look like a duck" principle, but I could not declare it as a woman
until I resolved the "does it act as a woman" principle.  Until I knew
what it was, I could only think of it as being a It.

I watched as the breasts rose softly with each breath.  The breasts
pushed upwards, and I found myself unable to disregard them.  I
concentrated on studying the face and watched the eyelashes flutter
softly as the body slept.  The body looked so peaceful as it slept
naked.  The skin looked pale and soft in the soft redding glow light of
the fire.  I caught my breath as I stared at this naked body in front
of me.  What captivated my attention the most was the female sex
characteristics between the legs.  I dropped to my knees and let my
hands caressed the full, rounded lips of flesh that made up the outside
of this new body's sex.  I scratched with my fingernails gently and
pulled the lips apart.  Her breathing remained constant and I slid one
finger slowly within the lips to touch the little nub hid behind the
female lips.  When I touched it, one tiny pearl of liquid appeared.  I
felt blood surging into my cock as it got hard.  I quit touching this
body and returned to the log that I had been sitting on.

The sun had been up for about an hour before I saw any signs of
awaking.  I watched as it's eyelashes started fluttering rapidly and
it's breathing changed from the deep breathing to a more normal
breathing.  Then it opened it's eyes.  I didn't say anything as the
eyes stared at the sky.  Then it slowly sat up and looked around,
seeing me for the first time.

"Good morning, my love." she said in a very soft feminine voice that
very definitely was not Harry's normal baritone.  This was the moment
that I had been thinking about all night.

"What is your name?" I asked as I stared into her green eyes.  Harry
had brown eyes.  Below the eyes, were a tiny, delicate nose which
hovered above an equally small and expressive mouth.  The soft curly
hair hung about the face and down the back.  It's eyes looked into mine
and it's gaze reflected none of the personality of Harry.

"I am whomever you want me to me.  I will answer to anything that you
desire to call me.  I think that my name is Lori.  What is your name?
Where are my clothes?" she said as she stood.  I saw that she had
shrunk to about 5 foot 6 inches tall.

I stared at her as she smiled at me.  She brought me back to reality
when she continued "Or do you prefer me to be naked?  I will do
whatever you desire.  Would you like for me to have sex with you now?"

"No.  Not now.  I....I have to think about what to do.  My name is
Bobby.  Does the name Harry Reeves mean anything to you?"

"No.  I have never heard the name before.  Is he someone that you
desire me to treat special?"

"No, I will tell you about him someday."

After five minutes of questions about Harry's life, to include his
mother's name, I came to the conclusion that the person standing in
front of me had no memory of Harry's previous life.  No memory of ever
being a male.  Whatever memory was present, was consistent with being a
woman.  And several of the answers indicated that this person was
extremely desirous to serve me however I desired.  This was a woman in
front of me but I still could think of it as being anything but a It.

I looked at the naked body standing in front of me.  It's complexion
was flawless with smooth skin.  The woman's body was tight and smooth
with very definite female curves.  The hair was dark and hung about
four inches down the back.  The sparking green eyes were flashing high
energy.  I looked at the luscious red, ripe lips and could not imagine
Harry's almost constant cigar between them.  Whether this was a male or
a female in front of me, it was definitely very lovely and exuded a
very strong female sensuality that was not restrained in my presence.
I was finding it difficult to keep from thinking of it as being a it.
I wanted to think of it as being a her but still found it difficult to
forget that this was really Harry.

Why did Harry do this to me?  Then it dawned on me that Harry knew that
I would be someone that would be difficult to convince that this had
occurred to him.  Even now, after seeing it with my own eyes, I found
it difficult to believe that such a thing could ever happen.  If I had
not seen it, I would never have believed it.  While my eyes told me
this was a female, my lawyer training told me that it was a IT. Status
unknown.

"Lori, we need to go back to camp and I need to take you to a doctor."

"Lead the way and I will follow you." it said in it's very soft
feminine voice.

I looked at Harry's clothes and knew that they would not fit it.  But I
couldn't let it walk through the jungle naked.  I picked up the shirt
and handed it to this person.  It put the shirt on and got lost in the
large shirt.  The shoulders were too wide but the bottom hid it's
pussy, which was what I wanted if we ran into anyone.

The boots were too large also, but I removed my socks.  With Harry's
and my socks on, the boots were not so large when it tied them around
the ankles.  It could walk in the boots.  I picked up the rest of
Harry's stuff and put it on my back.  It stood and looked at me with a
smile on it's face.  I said "come on" and started walking down the
trail.

It took a long time to get back to our camp.  It tried to keep up with
me, but the boots were the wrong size and made it difficult to walk on
the rough trail.  Lori fell once and I caught it.  My hand was across
the breast and I could feel the warmth and massive female breast under
the shirt.  As Lori regained it's balance, it threw it's arms around my
neck and gave me a hug.

I disentangled from it and a quick smile formed on it's lips as it
laughed and said "Thank you." It was an infectious, impish laugh that I
had never heard from Harry's lips.

I discovered that I was a little aroused.  All during the slow and
difficult hike, Lori's womanly hips had repeatedly bumped against me as
we walked side by side.  As we came to rough and steep areas on the
trail, from time to time Lori leaned softly into my arm.  As we walked,
I tried to keep from thinking about the classic Athenian beauty of the
person next to me.  Lori was average height for a woman, had a very
statuesque firm body, a chiselled classic young feminine face and long
flowing dark hair.  Lori moved with a cat-like grace as we walked down
the trail.

By the time that we got back to the waterfall camp, there were blisters
on Lori's feet.  There was no way that it could make it back to the
jeep, without doing more damage to her feet.  At the waterfall camp, I
told Lori to remove those too large boots.  It asked "May I take my
shirt off and wash myself in the water?" It giggled, covering it's
mouth as it removed the shirt without waiting for any response from me.

She walked naked to the pool and out into the water.  I watched as she
dived into the water when it got waist deep.  I sat down on my sleeping
bag and watched her as she swam through the water.

                                 ******

"Would you like something to eat?"

I shook my head as I opened my eyes.  I had fell asleep.  After all, I
had been up all night watching Harry.

Lori was sitting beside a fire and I could smell the wonderful aroma of
food cooking.  I sat up and looked at her.  She was wearing a T-shirt
and a pair of my shorts, held up with a tightly cinched belt.  They
were nicely snug on her firm little butt and legs and bunched from
being too large at the waist.

She handed me a warm beer as she said "I made myself at home and went
through the backpacks while you were sleeping.  I found three of these
and some food."

"What are you cooking?  It smells good."

Lori laughed as she replied, "Oh, the usual."

I watched as she fixed me a plate of beef stew and rice.  Then she
fixed a plate for herself and sat down across from me.  I could see
that her nipples were hard under the shirt.  Then it dawned on me that
I was now thinking of this person as a female.

And I was getting aroused as I looked at her sitting cross legged
across from me, with her nipples pressing against the shirt, her long
dark hair flowing around her face, framing the face.  There was nothing
of Harry left in her body or memory.  As I looked at her, I had to
slightly change my position because my cock was also getting very hard.

She put her plate down on the ground and looked at me with a funny
little smile on her face.  Or was it a little funny smile?  The
professional wordsmith in me was trying to decide the proper syntax
when she stood, stepped in front of me and gently pushed my plate of
food away as she kneeled in front of me.

She placed her strong arms around my neck, arms that pulled my face
into hers as she planted a full passionate kiss on my stunned lips.  I
did not return the kiss, but offered only passive resistance.  Aware of
my resistance, she forced her tongue deeper into my mouth, trying to
gain my acquiescence.  I could not.  Something within me kept saying
that this was really Harry's lips and tongue probing my mouth.

She slowly released my lips but kept her face only inches from my face.
I stared into her beautiful green eyes that were sparkling with her
life.  My attention was drawn to her soft, slightly glistening lips as
she softly said "I don't know how I know this and I don't care how it
occurred.  I only live from this moment on and only live for you and to
serve you.  I know that I am your woman and will gladly do whatever you
want me to do.  I will become who ever you want me to me.  I will
gladly become your wife, your mistress, your whore, or your slave.  I
will bear your children or raise other women's children for you gladly.
I will share you with other women, if having multiple women makes you
happy.  I will make love to your friends, if you command me.  And they
can be male or female.  I will become a whore if you want me to make
love to your friends.  Or I will be your perfect wife.  My body is your
tool, to use anyway that you desire.  I will not sleep until you are
safe, not eat until after you have eaten or rest until you are happy.
I will dress the way that you want me to dress or will be naked if that
is what you prefer.  If you ask me, I will kill for you or die for you.
That is how much I love you and want to serve you.  Tell me what you
want me to do, my love."

I didn't say anything and just stared into her deep green eyes.  Being
a lawyer, I am used to quickly saying the correct things when caught
off balance, but now I was speechless for once in my life.  I had no
personal experience to measure the strong feelings coursing through my
body.  Although I desired her, I was frozen and could not move.

"Please make love to me now.  Here!" She seemed to purr out the words,
which etched themselves into the part of my brain that is in charge of
sexual response.  My eyes remained focused to her eyes as a faint
shiver ran through my system causing goose bumps on my flesh.  I
remained frozen, unable to move.  I felt an uncontrollable urge to run,
but an stronger urge drawing me closer to her.

I looked at her kneeling there and somehow knew that she was voicing
her truthful emotions and desires.  And at that moment, I knew that I
could never think of this creature as Harry again.  Harry was gone and
she was here.

I leaned forward and took her beautiful, perfect face in my hands.
"Lori, I have been waiting for someone like you for a long time.  I
want you to be my woman just as much as you do.  I will take care of
you."

I bent my head forward and kissed her waiting lips, which were very
soft, sweet and delicious.  They opened to my tongue as her arms went
around me, pulling me closer to her in a very passionate embrace.

Her arms still around my neck, her wonderful tongue glided over my
neck, ears and between my unresisting lips.  My hand naturally rose to
find and cup her tight, firm breasts through the flimsy T-shirt as we
kissed.  She slowly pulled me down so that we were lying on the ground,
with our bodies pressed firmly against each other as we continued our
ardent kissing.  I slid my hand lower and rubbed her thighs, feeling
that she was damp under her borrowed shorts.  When my hand touched her,
she pressed back against my hand, wanting me to rub my hand against her
cunt.

She removed her T-shirt, exposing those wonderful firm breasts that I
had watched develop last night.  I began kissing her breasts and
sucking her hard nipples.  She gasped and held my face firmly on each
one.  I feasted on her succulent turgid nipples, sucking hard, as if
this was my first and only visit to the garden of Eden.  With my
tongue, I alternated pushing the nipples back into her flesh as if to
invert them, then sucking them deeply back into my mouth.  Her gasps
were coming faster and faster as my tongue lashed her hard nipples that
were wet with my saliva.

With one quick movement, she rolled me over on my back, and opened my
shirt by popping all the buttons off of the shirt; as her strong thighs
eased her into a sitting position on my lower body.  She bent over and
began kissing my chest and my abdomen, letting her long hair tickle my
very sensitive skin.  I ran my hands over her smooth slender back down
to the tightly cinched belt, then underneath to play with her breasts.
She unfastened the belt of her shorts and pulled the zipper down.  I
inched my fingers down her taut belly until I found her clitoris in her
damp cunt hair.

Her clitoris was larger and harder than I'd thought a clit could get.
When I touched it, she jerked her legs out straight and stiff, before
she began to ground her pubis frantically against my fingers.  But only
for a moment, then she tensed and shook as a tremor shook her whole
body, letting loose a very loud groan of tremendous passion as she
collapsed on top of me.

She was still groaning as I rolled her over and jerked her shorts
completely off.  I rolled over and dived straight for that lovely mound
between her legs.  I pressed her legs open, then slid my hands around
the backs of her thighs, a bit lower, to her tight ass, and pulled her
sopping wet and hot cunt to my mouth.

Her cunt was sweet and delicious, especially since it had been months
since I had been this close to a woman.  Her tight labia worked my
tongue to force an entry so that I could lave her pinkness.

I drew my tongue slowly upward, from ass to clit, teasing and
tantalizing her; with both of us enjoying the anticipation of where my
tongue was headed.  When my tongue finally touched it, her body jerked
again, allowing another groan to escape her.  I wrapped my mouth over
her entire cunt area and gently sucked as my tongue lightly explored
her very sensitive flesh.  I alternated kissing the insides of her
thighs with making a liplock on her cunt.  Her legs fell farther and
farther apart as she started shaking.  I ran my hands up her hips and
waist and cupped her breasts with my hands, squeezing her nipples with
my fingertips.  My hands moved over her breasts, playing with her
nipples, rubbing and tweaking them.

Her hand grabbed my belt, fumbling only for a moment before pulling my
shorts down so that she could get to my cock.  She gripped my aching
cock and began squeezing and jerking it, as she licked the glans and
the underside of the shaft.

I reached down and pulled her up to me.  She wrapped one leg around
mine and began rubbing frantically against my leg.  I could feel the
wetness and heat of her cunt.

I pressed my cock against her cunt, finding the opening and rubbing my
cock against it before I pressed it into her.  Her cunt sucked me deep
inside her.  I laid there on top of her for a moment and looked at the
passion on her face, knowing that this was a real woman under me.

Her cunt was squeezing and pulling me deeper and deeper into her.  The
wonderful feel of her hot, liquid grip of my cock was a very wonderful
feeling and I was having a hard time keeping myself from exploding
immediately.  I pulled out about halfway and slid slowly back in,
enjoying the gasp that escaped her very voluptuous lips.  Her legs rose
around me and folded back slightly as she brought her knees up to my
shoulders, allowing me very easy access to her cunt.

I slowly humped her, feeling her cunt grip and suck my cock with her
hot, wet cunt lips.  Each time I pressed in, her body melted allowing
me to enter her very deeply, feeling her body throb against my body.

Then I could no longer control myself.  I slammed myself to the hilt in
her and stayed there as my balls exploded, letting my jism flood into
her.  She screamed and jerked as she locked her legs around my back and
came also.  Her cunt pulled my spurting cock deeper into her.

When my spurts quit and my soft cock slipped out of her, I dropped to
my knees, pulled her onto my shoulders and began licking her again.  I
fastened my lips around her still twitching clit and gently sucked,
until she jerked again as she expelled our load of juices into my lips.
She clamped her thighs around my head and went absolutely rigid, before
she collapsed.

My chest and face were soaked with her copious explosion.  I drew her
close to me.  She moaned softly when I raised her and then shivered
when I kissed her.  Her fingers softly caressed my lips.  We fell
asleep, curled up in each other arms.



4.  Chapter    Back home



The next morning, we finished hiking out of the mountains and found the
jeep where we had left it.  After our campsite sex session, I found it
easier to accept her as a woman and to forget that she used to be a
man.  I kept wanting to reach out and touch her, just to feel her soft
skin to know that I was not dreaming.  I was enjoying the way that she
wanted me and was so willing to share herself with me.  When we reached
the jeep, I tried something and asked her to give me a blowjob.  She
dropped to her knees without any hesitation and sucked me dry.  As we
laid there, she asked me to critique her style.  Did I want the cum to
splash on her face, or should she suck it all down.  I told her to be
inventive and to always surprise me.

I drove her back to the shack that Harry had called home.  It was a
small one room apartment that he rented.  She laid on the bed watching
me as I searched through his meager possessions, trying to find some
more clues as to what can be done.  Is this change permanent?  Will she
always have this slave-type personality?  Is her memory of being Harry
gone for good?  Are there any more side affects of her transformation
that I should be aware of?

She kept trying to get me to lie down on the bed and make love to her
again, but I couldn't.  I wanted to, but common sense was controlling
my actions again, and not my little head.

While I searched, she said that she needed to take a shower.  While she
was cleaning herself up, I went through some other journals that Harry
had left behind but did not find anything that offered any more
information than what was in the journal that Harry left me.

I was deeply engrossed in skimming through the books and did not hear
her finish her shower.  Or hear her walk across the floor and stand
next to me.

She startled me back to the real world when she said "Please make love
to me."

I turned and she was standing naked about two feet from me.  Before I
could say anything, she stepped forward and buried my head between her
clean breasts.  After five seconds of mild resistance, I was putty as
my little head took over control of my body.  Almost in a fog, I let
her pull me to my feet, and lead me over to the bed.  As she laid back
on the squeaky mattress, pulling me with her, she rammed her tongue
into my mouth.  For several seconds, I enjoyed the best kiss that I had
ever had in my life.

When it ended, I went back to her luscious lips for another kiss as my
hand slid slowly down her thigh, feeling her soft silky skin as she
spread her legs for my exploration.

My hand stopped at her damp crotch as I ran my fingers lightly over her
wonderful pussylips.

"Yeeeessss, I like that.  You make me feel so good.  Do you like the
way that I feel, Bobby?," she moaned as she spread her legs wide,
exposing her pretty pussy to my hungry gaze.

I stroked my finger up and down over the soft slick flesh of her
pussylips.  She moaned when I rubbed her clit, so I played with it,
making her gasp as I felt it start to harden under my hand.  She forced
my hand harder against her, grinding her hips as she worked my hand
over her clit and her rapidly moistening cunt.

Her rich, pungent musky animal scent quickly filled the stale air of
Harry's room, overpowering the stale smell of his ever present cigar
smoking.  I slid down the bed until my face was inches from where this
wonderful smell was originating.  I inhaled deeply, knowing that I had
never experienced such a woman as this one.  Without hesitation, I
drove my tongue between her pussylips.

She arched her hips up at me and coiled the fingers of her hands in my
hair, pressing my face firmly into her.  I licked and sucked at the
slick, puffy lips of her pussy, my tongue dancing out to lap at her
clit as she dragged my face up and down over the now sloppy trough of
her cunt.

I sucked at her hungrily, as the thick streams of creamy nectar of the
gods oozed from her slit, to be lapped up by my hungry tongue.  As she
bucked from my tongue lashings, somehow my lips held on as my mouth
pressed tightly against her tiny cunt lips.  She screamed with desire
as I drove my tongue between her tender lips and slipped it inside the
tight hole, lashing it over the tender inner walls.

The scream startled me but I could not stop.  She would not let me
stop.  She held my face hard into her crotch, her legs wrapped around
my ears.  Her fingernails dug into me as she came, and a thick stream
of hot liquid spewed from her, coating my cheeks and filling my mouth.
She jerked wildly, and I had to struggle to keep my lips on her cunt as
she twisted and writhed from her orgasm.

When she collapsed, her legs relaxed their grip on my head and I was
able to free myself.  My face was covered with her juices but I did not
want to stop there.  I jammed my tongue back deep into her, sucking
feverishly for still more of her juices.

My lips locked around her clit and sucked it roughly, as I teased her
toward her next explosion.  She ground her hips using pumping motions,
into my hungry mouth as I sucked at the stiff little bud of her clit.

She forced me to roll over onto my back as she followed me, throwing a
leg over me to straddle my face.  I quickly stuck my face back up into
her sopping slit as she moved her hips up and down in quick, jerking
motions, as she rode my face.  As she humped my face, she dragged the
thick, puffy lips of her cunt up and down the length of my face,
covering my faces with her liquid desire.  My nose rubbed over her clit
as I darted my tongue up lap at her juices and she shuddered and eased
back, centering her clit over my nose and pressing herself down harder
so that she was moving her hips in tight circles over my face as my
nose grinded into her clit.

I levered my tongue up into her wonderful slit and began suckling
frantically.  She rode my face until suddenly, she screamed, and a
sharp series of spasms surged through her.  Her legs clamped against my
head and a flood of cunt juice poured from her into my waiting mouth.

As she collapsed on top of me, I was in heaven.  I dis-engaged myself
from her and rolled her over on her back.  Lying on her back, with her
sweat covered body heaving from the exertion, she was the most
beautiful woman that I had ever seen.

Before I could continue taking advantage of this bed and her
willingness to do anything that I wanted, a loud banging on the door
stopped me.  An angry female voice screamed from the other side "I run
a respectful place here.  I told you No Women allowed.  Get her out of
here before I call the police."

I looked at my beautiful woman lying beside me and whispered "We have
tonight.  When we get to my home, we will have all of the peace and
quite that we need."

She smiled and whispered back "No, we have more just tonight.  We have
the rest of our lives.  We will be together for eternity."

I packed up Harry's few personal possessions, paid what he owed the
landlord and took her to the airport.  Enroute, I decided that people
might question why she was dressed in male oversized clothes.  I did
not want anyone to stop us for any reason, so I pulled into a mall and
bought her clothes.

She didn't know the first thing about clothes, make-up or styles, so I
had the clerk help her pick out some jeans, blouses and shoes.  We can
worry about the rest when we get home.

                                 *******

We have been in the states for two months now.  Life is somewhat back
to normal for me.  I get up in the morning and go to work.  However
instead of working until eight or nine at nine, I get out of the office
at 6 pm, and take Lori out to dinner.  Then we enjoy life.  Some nights
we go dancing.  Other nights, we attend shows, or attend parties.  But
most nights, we go home and lie in bed, touching and holding each other
when we are not making love.

I have fell in love with her.  My friends tell me that I have changed
and that they like the change.  They tell me that my woman has filled a
gap in my life where I used to dedicate to work.

My place was too small for the two of us.  So I bought a new house and
let her decorate it as she desired.  The first month of our life, my
credit card bill was unbelievable because of all the clothes that I
bought for her.  She likes to dress up and to wear beautiful clothes
and I like to see her wear beautiful clothes.  After she visited a
cosmetic center and learned to how to put make-up; and visited a beauty
shop to get her hair cut and style; she became a normal looking
American housewife.  A beautiful, sexy housewife.

Where ever we go, she attracts men's stares.  It makes me feel good
watching them stare and watch her, knowing that they desire her; and
knowing that she is mine, to do whatever I wish to do.

I had her examined by my doctor, without telling my doctor any of her
history.  His report was that she was a normal, healthy, fertile,
beautiful woman, with a perfect body.

Yes, fertile.  She can conceive, so I have her taking birth pills while
I try to sort this out.  After all, she is still really my cousin
Harry.

And I must someday talk to her about that.  She has no past and I feel
that she needs to know what really happened, and not just the fake
story that we are telling our friends.

                                 ******

Last week, our best friends threw a surprise party for us.  My friends
know that it's been four years since I met my mysterious island woman,
brought her home, and married her.  Yes, Lori became my wife.

At the wedding, I introduced her to all of my relatives.  I had some
phone discussions with Harry's mother, but it was the first time that I
had seen her since Harry's disappearance.  Lori was happy to meet my
aunt and rest of my family.

After the wedding, we started visiting my relatives on a regular basis
and I was pleased to see Harry's mother accept Lori as my wife.  Lori
wants me to become close to my family and to see them on a regular
basis, so we visit them frequently.

One of our other cousins thinks that Harry disappeared because of the
curse of the Damascus Bracelet and he wants to pick up Harry's
investigation.  He doesn't understand my reluctance to participate.  I
gave him the journals that Harry had left in his room, but only after I
thoroughly re-read them to make sure that there was nothing in them to
offer any clues.

Lori convinced me that I should start our own business, so I left my
old lawfirm, started one of my own and she is my office manager and
business partner.  We hired several lawyers and are already making more
money than I would have been making if I had stayed on at the old firm.

It took awhile, but I finally obtained appropriate documents to provide
a papertrail for Lori.  For all legal purposes, she was born a female
and there is nothing that can prove otherwise.

And we have so much free time, with the other lawyers working to
support us now.  Time that we use to enjoy our family.  Yes, Lori and I
are the parents of a beautiful little two year old girl, who I named
Harriet.

Lori doesn't ask for much from me, except to let her be my woman and to
let her satisfy me.  Whenever she asks for something, such as visiting
one of my relatives, she follows up by giving me a special treat.

With the family and business, we don't get much time to enjoy each
others company, so we take advantage of any opportunity to be alone.
That is why I was very glad to leave Harriet with Aunt Beatrice and
take off for the weekend to go camping with Lori.

She reserved a mountain cabin for us and after checking into the cabin,
we grabbed our sleeping bags and hiked up to the mountain top to spend
the night.  We built a nice fire, cooked a wonderful backpacker's meal,
and zipped our sleeping bags together.  We made love twice and are
lying curled up in our bags, staring at the full moon overhead.

"It's been four wonderful years since we met each other on that
mountain in Puerto Rico.  You have told me many times about your cousin
and how he disappeared, and how you found me; created from his
experimentation with the bracelet.  Have you regretted any of our life
together?" she purrs into my ear as she lays one of her legs across my
legs and presses her breasts against my chest.

"No, my dearest.  At first, I was scared and would have done anything
to bring Harry back, but he is gone now and you are here.  I will not
let you go.  You are the most wonderful thing to ever hit my life.
Without you, there is no life." I replied, enjoying the still wonderful
animal smell emanating from our shared sleeping bags from where we had
been playing around.

"You told me that Harry was very dedicated and narrow minded and that
once he set his mind to do something, that he would do it, no matter
how long it took him.  Remember that?" she asked.

"Yes.  He was very stubborn and patient.  I never will forget that when
we were kids, he once camped out for three days waiting for a bobcat to
fall into his trap.  He wanted to be there when it was caught so he
could watch it as it struggled.  And how he found the patience to spend
so much time running down unrelated clues to the bracelet, has always
been a demonstration of his patience.  I would have quit long before
that.  But that was Harry.  Once he set his mind to do something, he
would do it, no matter how long it took.  Why do you ask about that?" I
asked, my curiosity aroused now from her questions.

I felt her hand eased across my belly, as her fingernails traced a path
down to her hand's ultimate target.  As her hand wrapped around my
still semi-hard cock, she said "I read his journals again before you
gave them away.  Even the secret one that you keep in the safe.  I know
from our discussions that I used to be Harry and just a little curious
about him and his life.  I would not go back to being him, but I was
curious as to what he was like.  You know that I am very close to his
mother and that she treats me as if I was the daughter that she never
had.  And I have thought about what he did.  He did not like his life
and wanted a better life.  In his journals, I can see his life-long
love for you that he kept secret from you, from when you were little
boys to grown men.  I think that he made the right choice to sacrifice
himself so that he could create me for you."

As her hand very lightly stroked me, I found it hard to concentrate on
what she was saying and just mummered "Yes.  You are the best thing
that ever happened to me."

She placed my hand on the nearest breast as she continued "I want you
to know that I have enjoyed our life.  That I enjoy being your woman.
That I enjoy bringing you pleasure.  That I always want to share my
pleasure with you.  I have born you a child and will have another child
this winter.  I have asked you to relax more and enjoy life, and you
have slowed down, but not enough.  I want you to be with me.  All the
time, not just when you are not working.  And I want you to have the
most wonderful sexual experiences of your life.  I want you to feel
unknown pleasure and delight.  I want you to experience life to the
fullest.  I want you to be with me forever and never leave me."

I was becoming very aroused from her sexy, husky voice whispering to
me, even though we were on a remote mountain top with no one around for
miles; and from her hand stroking my erect cock.  I whispered back "I
will never leave you.  I love you."

She gave me a very soft, loving kiss as she said "I know.  Now, it is
time for me to teach you some new things.  To show you how to enjoy
life more and to experience life to it's fullest.  Lay on your back and
shut your eyes."

I rolled over and did as my wife said.  We had played similar games
before and I enjoyed keeping my eyes shut as she did whatever she
wanted to do to my body.  I heard her as she unzipped the sleeping
bags, and threw the top off, exposing my naked body to the cold
mountain air.  I listened to her steps as she stood up, walked over to
the fire, and threw some more wood on it.  The heat from the stirred up
fire was warming me a little, now that I was exposed to the cool
mountain air.  I felt her walk back to me and sit down on me so that
she was straddling me; with her wonderful pussy only inches from my
rapidly harding cock.  She whispered "Keep your eyes shut and let me
take you on a magical journey.  To a place where we were destined to
go.  A place that I wish to share with you, my friend, my lover, my
cousin.  A place where we will always be together.  Where the only
thing that matters is being with each other and loving each other."

Her hands were stroking my chest as she talked.  I felt her hands lift
my right arm as she massaged my arm down to my wrist and fingers.  Then
she put that arm back as she continued her massage down my left arm and
wrist.  As she held my left wrist up in the air, and was rubbing it,
she placed something cold around it.

Handcuffs again?  I opened my eyes and looked to see what it was.
Instead of the pair of handcuffs that I had been expecting, it was the
old, tinny, pitted bracelet that I had hidden in our wall safe.  The
Damascus Bracelet was on my wrist.  Almost in a trace state, I watched
as it changed from it's normal C shape to a completely encircling
bracelet.  As it completed forming a circle around my wrist, I jerked
and passed out.

                                  *****

Lori straddled him for a couple of moments and then leaned over and
kissed his sleeping lips.  Then she stood and dressed in her warm
jeans, flannel shirt and hiking boots.

From her backpack, she removed a wrapped package which she carried over
to a rock beside the fire.  She sat down on the rock and opened the
package and removed a cigar.  It was one of the old cigars that Harry
used to smoke that Bobby hated so much.

She placed one in her mouth and lit it.  As she sat on the rock,
enjoying the cigar and warmth from the fire, she occasionally looked
over at his sleeping body.  She removed a book from the package and
opened it.  It was the same journal that had been left for Bobby on top
of the mountain in Puerto Rico.

She started writing in the journal by the light of the fire:


     To whom it may concern, I extend greetings as I update my
     personal journal and record of the Damascus Bracelet.

     About a month ago, I decided it was time to continue with my
     original plan that I had embarked on over four years ago.  I
     removed this journal from the safe where Bobby thought it was
     hidden and added several after-the-fact entries to bring it
     up to date.  I had known for years that this particular
     mountain top was an old Indian blessed sacred site, so it was
     easy to set up a vacation for camping here when there would
     be a full moon.

     Four years ago, I was fully aware of the powers of the
     bracelet and knew which arm created a female slave and which
     arm created a female with full memories of her past life,
     even though I pretended to not know.  When I became Lori, I
     placed the bracelet on my right wrist, knowing that I would
     retain all of my memory, even though I was acting as if I had
     no memories.  I knew that Bobby would have a hard time
     learning to love me as a woman, if he thought that there were
     any traces of Harry still left in me.  He would have helped
     me become a legal woman and then stayed clear of me.  Instead
     he was drawn to me because of my magical love for him and no
     previous identity.  If he only knew that my love for him for
     real, from our childhood days.

     I placed the bracelet on his left wrist.  He did not have the
     same desires that I did when I went through my
     transformation.  It would take him a long time after his
     transformation, to forgive me for my treachery in
     transforming him and my lies over the last four years as I
     pretended to have no memories of ever being Harry.  I did not
     like being Harry and was very willing to give that life up
     and that is why I had searched all my life for the bracelet.

     Today Bobby disappears and Lana will come into my life.  She
     will have no memories of Bobby's life and will become my
     willing slave for as long as we shall live.  She shall be the
     female love slave and woman that I pretended to be.  She will
     live only to serve me and to make me happy.  It will be
     easier for her, to accept who she is going to be now, without
     any previous memories of ever being a man and especially
     being Bobby.  While I would have liked to retain some of
     Bobby's memories, that is not possible.  It was an either all
     or nothing choice.  I will give her the memories that I want
     her to have.

     The papers have already been prepared for her new identity
     and she will help me look for my missing husband.  She will
     help me raise our daughter and next child from the business
     that half belongs to me.

     I never have to worry about money because I also know how to
     claim the Puerto Rico estate that has been sitting for years,
     waiting for someone to claim it.  We will be very happy
     there, enjoying the lush tropical island paradise and our
     beautiful farm.

     And when I am ready, she will bear our children.  Just as I
     bore Bobby's children, she will bear Harry's children.  I
     left some sperm stored in a sperm bank for when she is ready
     to be inseminated.  As I told Bobby, I wanted to help him to
     explore life as he could not imagine it.  We will be happy
     together.  I will miss Bobby but will enjoy Lana more.



She put the journal down and looked at the person lying on the sleeping
bag.  Already, the hair was growing longer and the skin was becoming
softer.  There were some slight puffiness in the breast area as the
muscle and fat tissues re-distributed into the new feminine shape.
Lori smiled as she took a drag on the cigar and flicked the ash on the
ground.  She had missed being able to smoke them for the last four
years, but from now on, she could do as she pleased.  With her life and
her new woman by her side.

The End