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Chapter 1: At the Market

John and Craig were old friends, right back to when they were both k**s
causing trouble around the streets of South London. As they grew into
men they'd both had a keen eye for the girls and had no shortage of
success. They made a good team.

John was a natural leader with his broad shoulders, 6ft 2in height, dark
hair and handsome features. The girls would all swoon over him. Craig
was usually happy to provide back-up, chatting up the best friend of
John's preferred girl for the night and saying what a great guy John was.
"John's got hidden depths," he'd often say, which the girls loved to hear
and made both the guys laugh like crazy afterwards. John was definitely
not a man of hidden depths.

John was always quick to return the favour though. Craig benefited from
being John's wing-man, taking home some beautiful girls who may have been
initially attracted by John but were quite happy in the end to sleep with
Craig. He was only a little smaller, at around 6ft, and his fair hair
and high cheekbones lent him an air of sophistication. John may have
been the butch hero type, but Craig appealed to the girls who liked a
little more sophistication and conversation in their men.

Every year they took a holiday together to one of the resorts in Southern
Spain that were full of drunken British girls, and it was the highlight
of their year. You could pretty much choose any girl at one of the
endless beachside parties, put your hand on her shoulder, mutter some
sweet nothings in her ear, and she'd be falling into your arms
practically begging you to take her home and have your way with her -
several times. The guys felt like boys in the world's best sweet shop.
Just lick your lips, take your choice and enjoy!

John wasn't usually the sentimental type but after a couple of lunchtime
drinks, as they wandered through a vibrant street market full of little
trinkets, a thought suddenly struck him. Craig had been his best mate
for what seemed like forever and here they were living the good life
together. It would be nice to have a little souvenir of that, something
to mark the great friendship they'd formed. Was there a cool pair of
friendship bands somewhere in this market that would just, in a very
masculine way (nothing girly), be a mark of their closeness.

The thought had hardly occurred to him when he saw just the thing! Two
sleek thin metal bands, very similar and covered in obscure little
symbols, with one coloured gold and the other silver. He went up to the
store for a better look. As a bonus, the vendor turned out to be a
charming bit of eye candy with silky black hair past her shoulders and
"take me to bed" big brown eyes. She was dressed modestly but her slim
figure looked like it would be a lot of fun in the sack. Perhaps,
thought John, he'd get a little bonus out of this transaction.

"Buenos dias senorita," said John with his most winning smile and allowed
his eyes to drift briefly down towards her chest and hips. She laughed
in surprise at his audacity.

"Buenos dias senor. How may I help you?"

"In many ways senorita, I'm sure, but for now can you tell me a bit about
these bracelets. I'm after a souvenir for myself and my oldest friend
over there."

He gestured towards Craig who was checking out a nearby stand and
standing out like a sore thumb in the Spanish market with his blonde
hair.

"You have a good eye senor. These bracelets are very beautiful and would
suit your purpose perfectly. They are very old and were specially made
to promote love and friendship. I should tell you though," she smiled,
"that they were intended for a man and a woman. The story behind them is
that the man would become strong and successful, while his woman would be
loving and beautiful."

"Huh. I hadn't guessed. Neither of the bracelets looks very feminine."

"No, but the gold is for the man and the silver is for the woman. They
reflect a lifelong commitment to each other. Perfect for friends too
though! Perhaps your friend won't mind you giving him the girl's one if
he doesn't know?"

She smiled up at him and John laughed. The idea of Craig wearing a
girl's bracelet, intended to promote his beauty, without even knowing it
was priceless. He could make a nice gesture but have a private joke at
the same time.

He picked up the bracelets and looked at them more carefully. The
symbols really were intricate and had a genuinely old look about them.
It may all be a scam from this charming young market girl, but it was a
good one. He almost thought he could feel a warmth from them too -
strange.

Just at that moment Craig joined him, having lost patience with what he
had assumed was an attempt to chat up the girl. The lunchtime drinks had
gone to his head, he was too hot, and was in an uncommonly bad mood.

"Come on mate, let's go. She's not bad looking but if you haven't got a
date with her yet then you're probably not going to. Maybe for the best
- nice little figure but who knows what diseases she's carrying. Drop
the tat and let's go.

If looks could kill, John thought the one the market girl gave Craig
would have put him in the ground twice over. She turned back to John.

"Senor, I feel compelled to make you a generous offer. Half the marked
price for these unique and beautiful bracelets."

Craig snorted. "Don't be a fool."

John was already handing over the money though.

"Muchas gracias beautiful senorita."

"You are more than welcome senor. I hope they bring you much happiness
and, remember, the gold one is for you."

With that she gave Craig one more withering look, but this time with a
hint of mirth, and turned away. Craig was starting off into space and
didn't notice anyway.

John clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Guess what mate. While
you were being rude I got us a little souvenir - friendship bracelets!"

John handed the silver one to Craig who took it with a snort of
amusement. He held it up to the light though, saw the symbols and, John
thought, perhaps felt the same strange warmth that he had. His derisive
look turned into one of curiosity and finally appreciation.

"Thanks buddy. These are actually pretty nice. Perhaps that cute little
thing didn't sweet-talk you into buying tat after all."

Craig slipped the bracelet on to his left wrist and ran a couple of
fingers along it. He was clearly a convert.

"Glad you like it. Don't say I'm always a selfish bastard," said John.

John slipped his matching gold bracelet on to his own left wrist as they
shared a laugh. Then the whole thing was forgotten about for the time
being. They started to discuss where to get some decent food and beer,
and where to go hunting for girls later.


Chapter 2: Night on the Town

Later that afternoon the two guys were back at the villa they were
sharing and about to crash out for the afternoon. Partying late every
night meant an afternoon siesta always went down well. Craig threw
himself on his big double bed, hopefully to be shared with some little
beauty tonight, and took another look at his gleaming silver bracelet.
He could swear there was a band of warmth on his wrist, and as he drifted
off to sleep it almost felt hot.

Two hours later John was waking up in his room. As soon as his eyes
opened he felt great - really great. Best siesta ever. He eased to his
feet and noticed himself in the mirror. His face looked fresh and shiny.
Weirdly, he couldn't help thinking that he looked a bit bigger. He'd
always been a big guy but, well, were his shoulders always that wide?
Had his arms been quite so impressively muscular? Perhaps he wasn't
giving himself enough credit. He was one impressive man!

He laughed to himself and went into the bathroom to relieve himself. The
pleasant surprises continued. Even his manhood seemed a bit bigger
today! Some girl would be getting very lucky tonight. He was so excited
he didn't notice the hot band around his wrist gradually fading to a
gentle warmth.

Craig was having a quite different experience. He got up and instantly
felt a bit off his game. His legs were wobbling slightly and his clothes
had an odd baggy feeling. He checked himself in the mirror and thought
he looked a little different in a way he couldn't define. He just, well,
looked a little smaller and softer somehow. His arms didn't seem to have
their usual muscularity. The stubble he'd usually have by this time of
day wasn't there. No need to shave before going out he thought and
giggled, then stopped short. It hadn't sounded at all manly.

He went to the bathroom and again had the opposite experience to John.
He'd always been quietly pleased with him manhood but, just now, although
he couldn't swear there was a difference it looked a bit below average.
Not the sort of thing where you'd drop your trousers in front of your
date and expect a little gasp of respect. He was feeling too mournful to
notice the extra warmth around his left wrist gradually fading.

They both got dressed and met in the sitting area. John was very excited
about hitting the town and didn't notice Craig's subdued mood. It was
already mid-evening and they were soon touring the local bars. Craig
noticed that John really was on fire tonight, full of confidence with a
ring of admiring women around him at all times laughing at his jokes and
clearly longing to have him alone. Craig just couldn't get going though,
even though it would have been easy to get involved. He wondered if he
was coming down with something and wasn't at all confident he'd be able
to "perform" even if he did get lucky.

After a couple of hours Craig clapped a hand on John's shoulder and made
his excuses.

"Sorry mate, stomach's feeling bad. Probably ate something dodgy at
lunch. I don't want to cramp your style so I'll get home and rest up.
I'll be back on it with a bit extra tomorrow."

John had been aware that Craig was very quiet tonight but had just been
having too much fun to worry about it. Neither of them would stand
between the other and a conquest. It was the unspoken rule they'd
followed for years.

"OK. Look after yourself. Sure I can't tempt you with one of these
lovelies?"

Craig laughed. The girls pretended to look offended but were clearly
enjoying every moment.

"No I'm going to have to take leave of absence on this one. Just try to
keep up with me tomorrow though."

Craig left as the ring of girls closed around John again, all laughs and
their hands on his arms and chest. By the time he got home he was so
tired he went straight back to bed. He woke up when he heard John's
voice and a couple of female ones enter the villa but soon drifted off to
sleep again, with that comfortable throbbing warmth around his wrist.

John had the time of his life that night. He was usually more than happy
with just one girl but a threesome suited him perfectly tonight. He
satisfied both of them twice and felt he could have gone another round if
he pushed himself. His mighty dick had the girls cooing and squealing as
it went from their hands to their mouths and finally to that warm soft
spot between their thighs. They seemed quite happy to work together to
keep him in a state of ecstacy - each one taking over when the other girl
needed time to recover from what John had just done to them. They all
fell asleep together, with John in the middle and the girls cuddled up
against his sides.


Chapter 3: Getting smaller

John woke the next morning with a big smile on his face. One of the
girls had already had to leave for work. The other had her lips around
his cock, her tongue sweeping around its tip, and her eyes looking up at
him. He stroked her hair, lay back and relaxed. A few minutes later he
came to a beautiful orgasm that she seemed more than happy to swallow.
What a night.

Craig slept till mid-morning. When he woke the house was quiet. The
second girl was gone and John was so full of energy he'd gone out for a
run.

He could tell right away that something was wrong. Much more wrong even
than yesterday. His tee shirt was huge on him. His limbs all felt weird
- weak and small. He got up, went to the mirror and gasped. His hands
went to his face, or the parody of his face that he now saw. It was
still completely smooth skinned and looked quite androgynous. His eyes
were the same but his nose was smaller, his lips rounder, and his hair
had grown. It now hung down his neck in gentle waves.

He raised the giant tee shirt and tears came to his eyes. What the hell
was this? His waist was a lot smaller, curving inward from the top of
his hips. And there were distinct bumps on his chest. Not huge but big
enough to take hold off and squeeze. His nipples looked large and were
very sensitive as he explored them.

Looking further down, his dick was still there but it was so small. Not
a man's dick at all. He certainly wouldn't be fucking anyone with it.
Would it even get hard? It felt kind of numb when he touched it.

He wasn't sure what was keeping him from losing it completely. As he
looked at the figure in the mirror he knew it could pass for a boy or a
girl, depending on dress and a touch of make up. This could not be
happening.

He heard John get back and was surprised to feel a sense of relief. It
would be embarrassing to share this with him, but he needed a friend to
talk to and John was a rock. He put on one of smaller shirts, tucked it
into his jeans and cinched them up with the smallest notch on his belt.
It was still all clearly too big for him but there was nothing else he
could do. Then he opened his door and walked out, face flushed and eyes
on the floor. Again, he failed to notice the hot ring around his wrist
gradually fading back to warm.

John couldn't believe his eyes. For a while he thought Craig must have
brought a girl home after all. She had a slightly masculine look but
Craig had happily screwed a lot worse. She had a bit of charm with that
cropped blonde hair and small tits, their shape only just visible through
one of Craig's shirts. Wait a minute. It couldn't be.

John took a step towards the girl, put a finger under her chin and raised
her face.

"Craig? What the hell happened?"

"God I don't know. I didn't feel right last night and then I woke up
like this. It must be some kind of disease."

"How do you feel?"

"OK. Not in pain. It's just my body. I feel like I'm fading away."

"Show me."

Craig shook his head and blushed. John couldn't help remember various
embarrassed girls he'd had to talk over the final hurdle after getting
them into his bedroom.

"Come on, it's me. I can help you better if you show me."

John was actually a little surprised to see Craig's hands go to the
buttons on his shirt and start to undress. He felt a little surge of
power as his friend did as he'd been told. The shirt came away and there
were indeed what could only be described as small but perky little
breasts. His shoulders and waist could have been a very small man's or a
big girl's. The skin looked more girlish, pink and smooth.

Without further prompting Craig took off the rest. John was shocked by
the sight of his friend's tiny dick. He'd occasionally seen Craig naked
and knew he was almost as well endowed as John himself. But now this,
barely a dick at all. Just something to go to the bathroom with, and
even then he'd probably have to sit down. There was a slightly girlish
curve to his hips too.

"Turn around."

John wasn't sure how he'd acquired this new habit of ordering Craig
about. The old Craig would have told him to fuck off, but the new
version seemed to have had all that attitude knocked out of him. Craig,
eyes on the ground, turned and faced the far wall.

Craig hadn't seen this yet but nothing about him had changed as much as
his butt. It was, in short, pure girl. A classic smooth heart-shaped
butt that would be a knockout in a pair of stockings and a clingy skirt.
John had been lucky enough to see a lot of naked girls but this butt had
all of them beat. He lost control for a moment, reached out and gave it
a squeeze. Craig jumped and his butt jiggled beautifully.

"What are you doing man? You're supposed to be helping me."

John realised that even Craig's voice was different - higher and softer.
He sounded very vulnerable right now. John had to admit that turned him
on too.

"Sorry mate. Have you seen your butt? I couldn't believe it was real."

Craig scampered naked back into his room and looked at the mirror over
his shoulder.

"Oh my God. That's not me. It's just not me!"

John followed him in and found himself instinctively stroking Craig's
girlish hair.

"I know. We'll get you through this. Just take it easy and rest up.
You don't seem to be in any pain. It could just some weird hormone thing
that comes and goes."

John knew that couldn't be true. Hormones couldn't make you shrink. But
it was clearly what Craig wanted to hear. His sniffles petered out and
he rested his head against John's shoulder.

"Why don't you get dressed and we'll take it easy for the rest of the
day, just you and me. I bet you're back to your old self again in no
time."

Craig nodded and went back out for his clothes. "Thanks John, you're a
good friend," he said as he got dressed. He already seemed to have
forgotten about having his butt squeezed.

They put the TV on and Craig soon wandered off to the kitchen, saying a
bit of breakfast would do them both good. John didn't say anything but
Craig would never normally have offered to make them both breakfast -
maybe a drunken fry up but not breakfast. This gave him a bit of time
alone to think.

Craig was transformed. Would he change back, stay as he was now, or
change further? If the latter then what exactly was he changing into?
And what the hell was causing it? He rubbed his forehand and his gold
bracelet touched his nose. He found himself staring at it, and noticing
once again its faint warmth. The market girl's story about the pair
being meant for a man and a woman came back to him. A man who would be
strong, and a woman who would be beautiful and loving. Surely that was
all pure hokum, but what else could this be about?

If these bracelets were some kind of black magic then, in his case, it
had only done good! He had never felt better. Anyway, the
transformations on his part had been modest and already seemed to be
complete. Perhaps he'd been naturally close to the man the gold bracelet
was designed for. It had just made him bigger, stronger, more virile in
bed and, it seemed, given him a liking for handing out orders and taking
what he wanted. He remembered squeezing Craig's round butt, as Craig
stood naked before him, and felt himself starting to get hard. He pushed
the image away.

Of course, if he was right then Craig was nothing like the ideal woman
that the silver bracelet was designed for! John almost laughed out loud
at the thought. The silver bracelet would have to work overtime if
that's what was happening. Where on earth would it all end?

Craig returned with bacon and eggs for John and just some cereal and
fruit for himself. "Don't seem to be very hungry," he muttered. John
decided the best bet was to keep Craig as relaxed as possible today and
see how this all played out.

The only other option he could see would be to take the bracelets off.
But then what if Craig got stuck in his current girl-man body? And
strangely, now he looked at both their bracelets, they looked very
securely attached. They seemed to have shrunken so that they pressed
into the skin. Even on Craig's wrist, which was considerably smaller
than it used to be, the bracelet looked very secure. John gently fiddled
with his bracelet and, sure enough, it wouldn't budge an inch.
Apparently this process was supposed to be finished once it had begun.

John smiled. He felt a little sorry for Craig but personally he was
delighted with his own results and more than a little curious to see what
would be next for his friend. That market girl was certainly getting her
revenge!

They passed a few hours watching TV. Craig also made them both lunch,
muttering that keeping busy helped take his mind off things. John
continued to relax on the sofa while Craig did the dishes and then tidied
up a bit. He could get used to this.

By mid-afternoon Craig said he was tired and was going to crash out again
for a while. He didn't know why he needed so much sleep but all these
changes were probably to blame. He lay his head on his pillow, briefly
felt a surge of heat from his wrist but was fast asleep a moment later.


Chapter 4: The Doll

When he came round three hours had passed. He nervously moved his hand
to his chest, hoping it had all been a dream or a passing phase. Quite
the reverse. His hand came to a stop under a rather generous left
breast, which tingled as he gave it a tentative squeeze.

He got up, removed his tee shirt and approached the mirror once more.
When he saw his reflection he was shocked but almost felt a sense of
relief. At least he liked like a proper person again rather than a
strange male/female hybrid. However, the person he looked like now was
definitely female.

His blonde hair ran down to his shoulders with little wisps brushing
against his face. There was no trace of his old masculine features. His
skin was smooth and pink, his lips were full, and his nose was dainty.
His eyes were the same colour as before and, if you looked into them
carefully, you could perhaps see the old Craig in them. He might have
been his own sister, if he'd had one who'd been well blessed in the looks
department.

His whole body was now very girlish. He had a classic hourglass shape
with his narrow waist flaring out to his hips. His breasts were indeed
much increased. Not huge but slightly above the average for the girls he
had known. He shuddered as he imagined himself in a bra. If this was
long-term then he would definitely be needing one.

The one area that was "incomplete" was between his legs. At first glance
he looked completely smooth there, like a doll, except for a light patch
of blonde hair. He even panicked for a moment over how he would be able
to urinate. On closer inspection though there was a very small hole. He
went into his en suite bathroom, sat down, and found that this almost
invisible hole would indeed serve that vital function.

He went back to the mirror. The beautiful doll girl looked back at him
with her innocent blue eyes and silky long blonde hair. At least he
wasn't ugly, he thought. Why wasn't he panicking? This was insane and
yet, though he wished for his old body back, he was dealing with it. He
knew he could cope and get through this even if he never changed back.
There was something new about him, mentally, that was accepting what had
happened and was keeping him sane.

He felt a little spark of heat from his wrist and remembered the
bracelet. It seemed to have shrunk with his wrist to remain a perfect
fit. In fact it actually looked very secure - could he even get it off?
He reached towards it and then realised he didn't want to try. He really
liked that bracelet and it was a gift from John. Could it somehow be to
do with what was happening though? All these changes had started shortly
after he put it on, but it was just a bracelet. He looked at the strange
symbols but then dismissed the thought. He had bigger things to worry
about.

The first thing to do was speak to John again and update him on the
latest situation. He needed John more than ever. There was no way he
could deal with this alone. John had been really supportive and shown he
was a friend through thick and thin. Craig even remembered, with a smile
now, John's squeeze of his butt yesterday. His old friend was a little
smitten with the new him perhaps. Craig spun round and check out his
butt over his shoulder. If anything it looked even more perfectly
feminine than it had earlier - round and perky.

Craig surprised himself with a sudden mischievous feeling. If he had to
show John what had happened to him now, why not just get it all over with
in a moment? Before he could change his mind he opened the bedroom door
and strolled out completely naked.

John was still on the sofa and began turning his head. "Hey man, how
are..." was as far as he got before his mouth dropped open and he simply
stared. Craig was pleased with the effect he'd achieved and couldn't
help but grin. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

John was still staring at him speechlessly but then got up and walked up
to him for a closer look.

"My god. Look at you. You're stunning." John's eyes dropped down to
Craig's naked crotch. "Wow. Like a doll."

"Just what I thought," replied Craig and suddenly realised that his voice
too sounded very feminine. He stroked his throat and found that his
Adam's Apple was gone.

John raised a hand to Craig's cheek, then fanned his fingers though
Craig's long blonde hair down to his shoulder.

"May I?"

Craig knew what was coming and nodded. John looked like he was in a
trance. It had actually been nice to have his new face and hair stroked.
The part of him that was keeping him sane seemed to like this affection.

John's hand drifted down to Craig's breasts, held them for a moment and
then squeezed. A sudden burst of pleasure caught Craig off-guard and his
legs wobbled slightly. These things were so sensitive. His nipples felt
as hard as bullets.

"Turn around," breathed John.

Craig wondered if he'd taken things too far by teasing John with his
nudity. John seemed to hardly know where he was. It might be best to
just go along with him till he snapped back out of it.

Craig turned and John's hands returned to his breasts, sending more
little ripples of pleasure through him. Then one of them dropped down,
briefly stroked the wispy patch of blonde hair in his smooth crotch, then
moved round and cupped his ass firmly.

"Not bad huh," Craig joked hoping to lighten the mood. It didn't work.
John was still fixated on him.

Without a word John guided him a few steps towards their dining table,
positioned himself behind Craig and bent him forward. Craig suddenly
found himself pressed down, with his breasts squeezed up on the table and
his arms out ahead of him. The grain of the wooden table filled his
vision. One of John's hands pushed gently down between Craig's
shoulders, keeping him still, while the other hand continued to stroke
his butt.

Then Craig heard a zip and a moment later the tip of a very substantial
dick up against his butt crack.

"Hey wait a minute!" Craig protested and started to struggle for his
freedom.

John simply pushed down more firmly and the fight instantly went out of
Craig. He was painfully crushed on the table and couldn't breathe. He
tapped on the table with one of his hands, trying to indicate like a
wrestler that he submitted. John evidently got the message and eased up
on the pressure.

Craig was quite right about John's state of mind. He was in a daze. His
old friend had come out of the bedroom and was suddenly the most
beautiful girl he had ever seen. He felt utterly compelled to possess
and master her, even knowing who she really was. He couldn't have her in
the usual way but he had to relieve himself somehow.

He felt bad seeing Craig squeal and struggle but, in truth, it also
turned him on even more. He had hardly put any of his strength into
pushing Craig down but it had broken his resistance instantly. His old
friend was so delicate now. It was the easiest thing in the world to
dominate him.

John only meant to play with Craig a little but his glorious girlish ass
was hypnotic. He had to know how it felt against his dick, and it felt
wonderful. He pushed gently and, amazingly, this beautiful ass seemed to
almost invite him in. He pushed more firmly and found himself right
inside. It was warm, tight and achingly wonderful. He began to rock
back and forth, gently at first but with increasing vigor.

He became aware that Craig was moaning in time with his thrusts. They
were soft, girlish moans that had an element of pain but more and more
also sounded like pleasure. John was encouraged and abandoned all self-
control. He took hold of Craig's curvy hips with both hands and really
let rip until he exploded into orgasm. When he was done he held Craig in
place for a moment longer before finally releasing him, taking a couple
of steps back and then half-collapsing back on the sofa.

Craig stayed bent over the table for several seconds longer. John had
left him up on tiptoe with the side of his face pressed to the table.
His new body had betrayed him totally. He had accidentally seduced John,
suffered the consequences and worst of all ended up liking it. Towards
the end his hips had bucked helplessly in time with John's thrusts to
maximize his penetration. A very female pleasure had built within him,
but without genitals he couldn't orgasm so the pleasure had just swirled
around and around. He realised he was covered in sweat and had John's
semen on him.

Without saying a word he eased back up to his feet and went to the
bathroom to clean up. Looking in the mirror he found he couldn't blame
John for what had happened. He took all the guilt upon himself and
worried about what would happen next. Could they move past this? He
couldn't be left alone. Not now.


Chapter 5: Evening in

Once Craig was cleaned up he put on an old tee shirt, that now came down
to nearly his knees, and walked back into the main room. John was still
on the sofa looking a bit dazed.

"How about some dinner?" Craig asked, wanting to move on from what had
just happened.

"Sure. Dinner sounds good." John looked at him a bit warily, then
nodded and put the TV back on. He had no idea what to say, so if Craig
was happy not to talk about it then great.

It had already become an unspoken agreement between them that Craig was
handling meals. He went into the kitchen and was soon busying himself
putting together something nice. His mind always felt lighter when he
was busy around the house. He noticed an apron on the door and put it
over the tee shirt, cinching it tight around his waist. That would avoid
any nasty stains and added to his pleasant feeling of domesticity.

They ate dinner in mostly silence. John muttered that the food was
really good, which it was. Craig had never been much of a chef but he'd
felt inspired to try a few new ingredients and they'd all come off
perfectly. He excused himself to do the dishes, hung the apron back on
its hook and joined John back on the sofa.

John reached out a hand and ran it through Craig's long blonde hair.
"Are you doing ok?"

"Sure. I don't know what's happening to me but I'll be alright."

"Cool," said John. "Let's watch the game."

It was a football match they'd been planning to watch in town before all
the recent craziness. Craig had always loved football but found it hard
to take an interest this time. He enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere and
sitting next to John though, who was soon completely distracted by the
events on screen. Craig tentatively rested his head on John's shoulder.
It felt really good, and John didn't object, so they sat like that for
the rest of the game.

Finally they had a few beers, John had four while Craig nursed one, while
John spoke about which players were rubbish and so on. They seemed to
have a mutual understanding they would only talk about small stuff
tonight, which Craig was grateful for. By 11pm John was yawning.

"I'm beat. Time for bed. It's been a long day," he said.

"Agreed. I can hardly keep my eyes open."

Craig was a little nervous. All the changes that had happened to him had
been while he was asleep, but then what more could really happen to him
now? He pushed that thought away as he found he could quickly imagine
all sorts of horrible things.

John eased off the sofa and strolled off towards his room, but paused at
his door.

"You can join me if you like, just to sleep I mean. Up to you," and then
he went into his room leaving the door ajar.

Craig was a bit stunned. He supposed they had been cuddled up on the
sofa all night like a couple but bed was a different matter, even it was
just for sleep. On the other hand, if there were any further changes, he
felt much more comfortable facing them with John rather than alone. He
realised his mind was already made up.

Craig quickly cleaned up in his own bathroom and then made his way to
John's room, softly opening the door and slipping in. John was already
in bed but had left a side of it free, which Craig now got into. Once
under the cover he took the tee shirt off without thinking about it. It
felt all wrong in bed. Only after it hit the floor did he stop to think
about what he'd done, exposing his girlish body once more. He turned
away from John in the bed, balling himself up with his arms around his
knees and feeling very vulnerable.

John turned towards him and spooned him. A big arm looped over Craig and
a hand rested gently on his left breast, stroking it in a sleepy way.
The tension drained out of Craig and he relaxed into John's gentle
embrace. Craig had a couple of questions burning in his mind and this
seemed like a good time to ask them.

"John, do you have any idea what's going on?"

John sounded quite sleepy now but was happy to talk a little. "I think
it's these bracelets," he yawned. "I don't know how but I think they're
turning you into my dream girl."

Craig had guessed it was the damn bracelet! He ran a finger across it.
It still felt tightly embedded against his skin. He couldn't even begin
to get it off. Then his mind moved on to the next thing John had said -
"dream girl". He found he rather liked that. If he had to be a girl
then being John's dream girl sounded pretty cool.

"What does your dream girl look like?"

John chuckled. "Well, a lot like you do now. Blonde with a great ass.
Her breasts would be a little bigger. Her hair would be a bit longer.
Very feminine. But even if you stayed just as you are you're pretty damn
close."

Craig took the compliment but all he really heard was "long hair" and
"bigger breasts". He knew his breasts were already above average but
then John had always liked an impressive chest.

"And how does your dream girl act? What's she like?"

"She's happy to be the girl and to let me be the man. She likes looking
after me and the home. Loves sex. Loves experimenting. Likes me to
make the decisions. Likes having a big, strong man to take care of her."

"Does she have a name?"

John paused, then whispered "Lucy".

Craig could hear from John's voice that he was falling into a bit of an
erotic daze, on the edge of his sleep. John's dick was starting to nudge
up against Craig's butt, and John's fingers circled around his breast.
Craig decided to leave it there before John got too excited describing
his fantasy. He lay still and quiet, John's body grew more restful, and
soon Craig could tell he was asleep with his arm still looped over
Craig's chest.

"OK bracelet," Craig whispered, "if you're still playing with me then
make me into his dream girl. The girl he can't be without. Let me have
that at least."

Craig felt the heat of the bracelet begin to rise and knew that further
changes would have happened by morning. He suddenly felt very tired
himself and was asleep in an instant.


Chapter 6: Dream girl

Perhaps they hadn't moved all night because Craig woke up to daylight and
John's arm still around him. He gently rolled out of bed without waking
John and checked out the mirror. The bracelet seemed to have granted his
wish. His golden hair now tumbled down past his shoulders and over his
breasts. And his breasts really were spectacular. John had been quite
right - bigger had been better. He cupped them in his hands, enjoying
them and already feeling very bonded with them. Whatever he wore, these
breasts would always stand out and make him look very womanly.

Then he noticed his crotch. It was almost invisible but there was a thin
slit now. Experimentally he ran a finger along the surface and instantly
felt some electric tingles up his spine. Gently he pushed with his
finger and it slid straight in. His knees buckled and he withdrew the
finger quickly. More exploration of that area later!

Any other changes to his physique were only minor. His arms and legs
looked a little slimmer again, making him look delicate even by female
standards but with some very desirable curves and swells. His face was
somehow a bit prettier. It had an almost c***dlike quality with its big
innocent eyes and lively expression.

Finally, he now seemed to be a marked woman! All up the inside of his
left arm were a chain of obscure symbols just like the ones on the
bracelet. They looked like tattoos. On his right inner forearm was
another tattoo, "John 4 ever" transcribed neatly inside a heart. He held
both his arms up and marveled at the artistry of this impossible tattoo
artist.

Turning around and checking out his curvy butt, it looked much as before
as John had already labeled it perfection. Another tattoo though on his
lower back! In large curling letters, surrounded by a few little hearts
and stars, was written "Lucy".

The bracelet itself appeared to have returned to its original size and
was now loose on his small wrist. He tried taking it off, which was
easy, but then slipped it back on again. It was a present from John
after all. There was no warmth from it now, but the matching symbols on
his arm had a gentle pulsing heat. Whatever magic the bracelet had used
on him was now part of him permanently.

He looked back towards John in the bed, who was just beginning to stir,
and felt a surge of powerful affection. Love? He wanted to look after
this man and be cared for by him in return. He would become John's
faithful, beautiful girl.

He leapt back into the bed and lay on his stomach, propped up on his
elbows. "Morning sleepyhead."

John looked at him with sleepy puzzlement but woke up quickly.

"Wow. Your breasts look amazing."

John reached out a hand and fondled one of them, without feeling any need
to ask permission this time. His eyes finally made their way down the
rest of Craig's body, approving the other little changes and finally
coming to the tattoo.

"Lucy! I don't believe it."

"Amazing isn't it. I guess that's my name now."

"It certainly does suit you a lot better than your old one," John
laughed.

Lucy rolled on to her side and showed John her inner arms. He was very
pleased with the "John 4 ever" tattoo, and intrigued with the symbols.
He looked at his own arm and found the same. All the symbols from his
bracelet were now tattooed on to him, and the bracelet was loose and easy
to remove if he wished. He left it on for now. He felt rather attached
to it.

"I think the bracelets got into our heads too Lucy. It feels like
everything before this was a dream and that this is what's real. Some
deep down part of me feels like you've always been my girl, and that this
is all how it should be."

"It feels real and right to me too John. I don't like thinking about who
I used to be. I just want to think about the future, and you."

Lucy looked at him with such strong love in her eyes that John felt quite
moved. He'd been looked at that way before by girls, but never with such
intensity. And he knew what a girl wanted when she looked at him like
that.

He ran a hand down Lucy's front, over her gorgeous big tits where he
paused for a firm squeeze that made her gasp, and down to the new thin
slit between her legs.

"I love it. You still look like a doll."

Lucy just nodded, clearly wanting him to continue fondling her.

Just as Lucy herself had done earlier, John found a little pressure was
all it took for his finger to slip inside her. She was warm and moist in
there. Her eyes almost rolled back in her head and she moaned as he
added a second finger and moved them gently around her clitoris.

John couldn't take any more of this stunning busty blonde in his bed
without having her. He rolled on top of her, pinning her down, and
entered her easily with his first thrust. She cried out and wrapped her
legs around him, inviting him deeper. His dick was very large and he
took his time sliding it fully home as Lucy whimpered beneath him. He
felt a small impediment on the way but pushed through it with one firmer
thrust, causing Lucy to cry out with more urgency.

"I think you just lost your virginity Lucy," said John with a big smile.

Lucy was unable to speak just then but met his eye for a moment. He
could see pleasure and surprise as the moment of pain faded.

John himself was lost to the lovemaking shortly after. Lucy's pussy was
a beautiful tight fit around his impressive organ. And she was so
sensitive - every thrust seemed to push her to new heights of pleasure.
If there'd been anyone else in the villa John would have had to consider
placing a hand over her mouth, but as it was he could allow her to make
all the noise she liked. He got down to business and found a nice
rhythm. Her large breasts rubbed softly against his manly chest, her
warm legs were wrapped around his waist, and she clearly loved being
underneath him. This was sex at its best.

Lucy hardly knew where she was anymore. This was her first time as a
girl and John was devastating. She felt completely helpless, pinned
under his muscular body, and it was driving her crazy with desire. In
her mind she was just thinking "deeper, deeper, deeper" and John kept
somehow obliging with each new thrust. She wondered how she could still
be alive with something so far inside her. It felt like she was impaled
on a pole, but instead of dying she'd never felt so good.

They climaxed together in an explosion of passion. John made a final and
particularly deep thrust, then kept it there while Lucy flailed and
squealed beneath him. Finally, feeling utterly satisfied, he withdrew
and tumbled off Lucy on to his side.

"Wow."

He looked at Lucy, enjoying the fact she was still panting and unable to
speak. Her breasts looked particularly nice as they heaved up and down
with each deep breath she took. She was covered in sweat, both hers and
his, and her long blonde hair was an adorable mess as it stuck to her
face and chest. He'd taken girls to Heaven before but he'd never felt
quite so pleased with his impact.

Lucy finally managed to pull herself together a little.

"That was incredible. You were incredible," she whispered with tears in
her eyes. "God I want to do that every day forever."

John grinned. "Play your cards right babe, and you just might get to."

Lucy turned her head towards him and smiled. "Pretty pleased with
yourself aren't you stud. Well fair enough, you earned it." She glanced
down at John's dick and he could see wonder in her eyes.

"Now what can I do for you, man of mine? Breakfast in bed?"

John laughed. "Sounds great Lucy."

And in a moment she was up and skipping toward the kitchen, still
completely nude, to fix them both something up. He watched her beautiful
butt till it disappeared around the corner. This was undoubtedly the
life. John looked at the symbols on his arm, smiled and gave them a
kiss. "Thank you."