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Uncle Ron's Potion by Elrod W Chris sat in his chair, drinking a beer and brooding. His classes for the day were over, and it was Friday. He hated Fridays, unlike his roommate Larry. Chris was not exactly an outgoing guy; tall, average build, with short brown hair, Chris knew he didn't have movie-star looks, and being reserved, he was not popular with the ladies. In fact, Chris was still a virgin at twenty- one, a secret he closely guarded. Whenever he got around girls, Chris was either too uncomfortable chatting to score, or the girl would immediately treat him as an older brother. In either case, the Friday parties emphasized his discomfort, and he really didn't like going to them. Larry, on the other hand, was a different story. Shorter than Chris, he was much more muscular, and spent considerable time working out to maintain his physique. Larry was considered by many girls to be quite attractive, and he was a smooth talker. Girls seemed to throw themselves at him; within minutes of arriving at a party, he would be leaving with some attractive girl, sometimes two. If he picked up a girl on Friday night, Larry would not be home until Saturday afternoon, or occasionally Sunday, grinning from ear-to- ear. Then Chris would get to listen to hours of details about that particular sexual encounter. Chris would have to make up some lie about his night just to avoid teasing from Larry. Despite their differences, Chris and Larry were long friends. Chris not only tolerated Larry's antics, he seemed to live his sexual life vicariously through Larry. Until lately. They were seniors in college now, and would be graduating next spring. Then they would most likely part ways. Chris didn't like the thought of having to find a new best friend. On top of that, Chris' favorite uncle, Ron, had just died, the man who had been his role model, and had filled in for his absent father. Uncle Ron had been quite a character - eccentric the townspeople called him - but he had also been very understanding with Chris. And so Chris sat brooding in the apartment, almost dreading the evening. He was so absorbed in his private thoughts that the knock on the door startled him. Chris dragged himself off the couch and opened the door. A Federal Express deliveryman stood in the doorway, a small brown box under his arm. "I have a package here for a Chris Jones," he announced. "That's me," Chris replied. Funny, he wasn't expecting anything. "I need to see some ID," the deliveryman noted. Chris dug into his pocket, fished out his wallet, and showed his driver's license. The FedEx man, examined the license briefly, then shoved a clipboard and pen into Chris' hands. "Sign by the X." Chris obliged, then handed the clipboard back to the man, who handed Chris the package, turned, and walked away. Chris closed the door, walked to the table, and sat down to examined the box. It box was light, and didn't rattle when he shook it. There was no return address either. Curious, he pulled out his pocket knife and sliced the top open. Inside, he found crumpled newspapers cushioning a small, curious bottle. He twisted the top off the bottle and sniffed - nothing. Chris recapped the bottle, and dug back into the box. There he found a small envelope hidden under the crumpled papers. At that moment, Chris heard a key in the lock, and the door opened. Larry came in, closing the door behind him. "What's up?" he asked, his automatic greeting. He was wearing his sweat pants and a tank top, and was sweaty from his afternoon workout. "Hey, what's in the box?" he asked. "Don't know," Chris responded. "It just got here before you did." "What is it?" Larry was by the table, and picked up the bottle. "Cologne?" Chris shook his head. "No. I just found an envelope. Maybe that explains it." Larry shrugged. The mystery had no attraction for him. "Maybe. I'm going to shower and get cleaned up. The Phi Delta house is having a party tonight. You coming with me?" Chris nodded. "It'll only take a minute for me to get ready." He turned his attention back to the mystery box. Chris opened the envelope and pulled out a note. Chris, I know you've had problems with girls. This potion should solve all your problems. It did for me. At the very least, it will make your life interesting! The first drop does one hour, and every drop after that doubles the time. The vial can't empty, by the way. As for the details - I like to leave some mystery, as you know. Sorry I had to leave this world, but it was time to move on. Uncle Ron Chris furrowed his brow. It was just like Uncle Ron to leave such a mystery. Well, Uncle Ron had never given Chris bad advice, so whatever was in the vial must be okay. He pushed the vial back a bit, refolded the note and placed it back in the envelope, and cleaned up the box and paper. Whatever the vial was about, it was time to get some dinner and get ready for the Phi Delta party. Chris took a box of leftover pizza from the refrigerator and shoved it into the microwave, even as he heard the shower stop. Good timing. When the microwave beeped, he pulled the pizza box out, and tossed it onto the table. Then he grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. Chris sat back down at the table, and began to eat a slice of pizza. He twisted the top off his beer, started to take a drink, then looked again at the vial. After a moment, Chris made up his mind, set the beer down, and picked up the vial. "Well," he said to himself, "no time like the present." He unscrewed the top of the vial, and carefully tipped a drop into the beer. 'Let's see,' he thought, 'it's 8 now. Four hours should be enough for the party. That's, umm, three drops.' Chris carefully added two more drops of the liquid to his beer, then screwed the cap back on. He swirled the beer to mix the strange liquid, then put it to his lips and took a drink. To his disappointment, the liquid didn't change the taste of the beer at all. Chris waited a moment for something to happen. When it didn't, he felt disappointed, and turned back to the pizza. Larry sat down and grabbed some pizza. "Better hurry," Larry reminded Chris. Chris glanced at his watch, then swallowed the last bite of his slice of pizza. He tipped the beer and gulped the contents down. "I'll be right out," he said as he pushed back from the table. As he stood, he felt a strange brief tingling, and swayed a bit. "You okay?" Larry asked. Chris straightened. "Sure. Must have had a few too many this afternoon," he smiled. He left Larry to finish his pizza and headed back to his bedroom. As he walked to his bedroom, Chris felt a bit unsteady. He grabbed the doorknob to open the door, still feeling a bit unsteady. For some reason, the doorknob felt strange in his hand, like it was too big. Awkwardly, he opened the door, flipped on the light, and crossed to the bath. As he walked past the bed, he got the strange sensation that the room was larger. 'Funny,' Chris found himself thinking, 'I thought that picture was hanging lower.' He pushed open the bathroom door, and flipped on the switch. Something weird was going on - reaching for the light switch didn't feel right. Absently, Chris brushed the hair from his eyes, then stopped suddenly, his face registering concern. He shouldn't have had to brush the hair from his eyes. Chris turned toward the mirror, and his eyes widened in shock. His hair was longer, and more reddish than it should have been. Chris frowned. "I'm drunk," Chris said unsteadily to calm himself. His voice sounded different, higher pitched, more sultry. He looked in the mirror again, and saw that his shirt was hanging very loosely. He reached up to unbutton his shirt, still determined to get ready for the Phi Delta party. For some reason, the buttons were hard to undo. His fingernails were getting in the way. Chris froze, realizing suddenly that he wasn't drunk. Something was happening to him. He looked down to help get the buttons undone. His hands were definitely smaller and finer, and his fingernails were longer. Chris glanced at the mirror again, and noticed that his hair was longer and redder and getting wavy, and falling in his eyes. He looked back down at his shirt, trying to guide his fingers, almost in a panic now. Finally, he got the last button undone, and pulled off his shirt. His mouth dropped open in shock as the shirt fell to the floor. His chest was smaller - at least his ribcage, that is. Slowly, he reached his hands up to his chest, to his nipples - they were larger, and noticeably swollen. Chris briefly thought of the breasts of a teenage girl, how they grew and swelled from little cone-shaped nipples to round, full boobs. He had the little conical nipples now. Even as he watched, they seemed to be swelling more. Fascinated, Chris ran his fingers over the nipples, feeling new sensations as he nipples were caressed. He felt a pull in his pants, and realized that he was making himself horny. Chris felt reassured that he could feel his dick stiffening. Whatever was going on with the rest of him wasn't affecting that. Was it? Almost in panic, Chris started to unbuckle his belt, but as he fiddled with the buckle, his pants loosened around his waist but tightened around his hips, as if his waist were shrinking and his hips widening. Frantically, he tugged the pants and underwear down past his hips. Chris sighed with relief at the sight of his bulging penis, swollen with desire. Then he looked again. Was it just his imagination, or was his dick actually smaller? And his scrotum wasn't hanging as low. Chris felt the scrotum, cautiously at first, then with a sense of panic. His nuts were gone! His scrotum was empty! As he searched in desperation for his testicles, Chris felt the scrotum pull upward more, shrinking in size. He turned toward the mirror and looked up, trying desperately to see what was happening with his genitals. His scrotum was still pulling up, separating into pussy lips on either side of his still-shrinking shaft. Chris felt frantically around his crotch, finding to his horror that a vaginal opening was forming beneath his dick. Dick? That word didn't seem to apply any more! It was smaller, and shrinking, and tucking itself between the lips. Chris grabbed the remains of his cock, now no more than two inches long, as if by holding it, he could prevent its further shrinkage. But that was a useless gesture - he felt it shrinking more even as he held it. As his small fingers grasped the miniscule shaft, he felt a sexual tingling, and knew that he was aroused. But the tingling was inside! Chris looked back down. Besides having his hair, now shoulder length and auburn colored, sweep back into his face, his breasts - damn they were getting big - were pushing out from his chest, firm and large and round, and partially blocking his view, except for the gap between his still-swelling boobs. 'Damn,' Chris thought, 'I've got big boobs - and cleavage!'. Chris leaned forward to see over them to see his crotch! Without thinking, Chris' hand swept his hair up behind his ear, just as he knew women did to keep their hair from their eyes. His ear? Her ear! Chris didn't seem to apply any more. Should be more like Christi, he/she thought, surprising him/herself with the thought. Chris(ti) reached back up to his/her breasts, cupping them in his/her hands. Damn they were even bigger still! And so firm! Chris(ti) caressed his/her breasts tenderly, and found to his/her delight that the big brown nipples, now standing proudly erect, were very sensitive. As he/she rubbed the nipples, Chris(ti) felt a curious warmth in his/her crotch. One hand slipped absently down there, to what had been his/her penis. There was now nothing resembling a dick; his/her hand separated the newly-formed outer lips, then probed gently between the inner lips until his/her index finger rubbed over his clitoris. 'Ow!' Chris(ti)'s hand pulled back suddenly as his/her long fingernail stabbed into his/her tender inner lips. 'How do women do anything with these long things?' he/she asked himself, even as his/her hand moved back toward his/her crotch, drawn by an insatiable curiosity. Again, his/her hand probed and his/her finger came to rest on the clit. Slowly at first, then with increasing confidence, Chris(ti) rubbed his/her clitoris, feeling a warmth spreading within him/her. The warmth grew into a feeling of desire, a feeling that he/she was going to explode with pleasure, but still he/she caressed his/her nipple and stroked his/her clitoris, until finally Chris(ti) was overcome by his/her first female orgasm. He/she knew it was coming, but try as he/she might, he/she couldn't stop the small moan of pleasure as his/her vaginal muscles rippled and tingled in time with the waves of orgasmic pleasure. Still he/she kept rubbing his clit, and the orgasm kept on and on. Chris(ti) didn't want it to ever stop. "What the hell?" Chris(ti) stopped rubbing himself and turned to the door, panic-stricken and embarrassed. Larry stood in the doorway, looking at him/her, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. Chris(ti) fumbled for an explanation. "I tried some of the potion from my Uncle Ron," he/she began to explain, his/her voice sultry and sexy. "Look what it did to me." Larry was looking, and Chris(ti) suddenly realized that he - she - was standing, nude, in front of an avowed sex lover. Chris(ti) glanced back at the mirror, and realized why Larry was staring. He - she - was gorgeous. Not attractive. Not beautiful. Gorgeous. His/her hair was long - down to the small of his/her back - auburn, and wavy, framing his/her face magnificently. Chris(ti)'s face had been completely transformed - full, sensual lips, high cheekbones, and soft brown eyes. His/her figure - Chris(ti) did a quick assessment - must be 40 or 42 bust line, maybe 22 waist, and 34 hips? And his/her breasts - Chris(ti) guessed that they were double D or even triple D. Huge, round, firm, with large brown nipples that were currently standing erect. His/her derriere was small, round, and firm. From his/her hips down, Chris(ti)'s legs were smooth and very shapely - all of the hair was gone. In fact, all of the hair on his/her chest and in his/her armpits was gone, and his/her five-o-clock shadow had vanished without a trace, leaving smooth cheeks and chin. Chris(ti) turned back to Larry. Poor Larry. He was still standing in the doorway, confused. Before him was a drop-dead gorgeous babe who, minutes ago, had been his male roommate. Then Chris(ti) noticed the effect he/she had had on Larry. Larry's pants were bulging. Chris(ti) smiled, then crossed to Larry. "I guess you can call me Christi now," he/she said softly. Part of Chris(ti) was shocked at this behavior, but a new part was taking over his thoughts and actions, and was clearly enjoying the new life as a woman. Chris(ti) reached down, took Larry's hand, and cupped it on his/her breast. Larry gulped, not knowing how to handle this. Still, reflexes took over, and Larry began caressing Chris(ti)'s large, full bosom. As Larry became distracted by the firm breast in his hand, Chris(ti) reached with his/her other hand and pressed against Larry's pants. Larry nearly jumped backward, shocked. Chris(ti) smiled to himself, then replaced Larry's hands on his breasts. Determinedly, Chris(ti) reached out, and clumsily, unzipped Larry's pants, all the while silently cursing his/her long fingernails. They were going to take some getting used-to. He looked up at Larry, and reached through the opening. "Chris," Larry began, gulping. "Christi," he corrected himself, "I don't think..." Chris(ti) smiled, then lifted himself up to tiptoes and began to nibble on Larry's ear. "What's wrong? Don't you want me?" Chris(ti) asked softly. Chris(ti) was shocked at his/her behavior. He/she knew that he/she was coming on to a man - strongly - but it seemed the right thing to do. Must be some effect of the potion. Even as he/she was talking, he/she pulled Larry's cock out. Chris(ti) looked down, surprised. He/she hadn't realized just how big Larry was. He/she had seen Larry naked before, in the locker room, but had never paid attention to the size. Automatically, as if not under his/her control, Chris(ti)'s hands began to caress Larry's long, thick penis. His/her delicate hands couldn't even wrap around the shaft. He/she began to stroke, more and more insistently, as Larry's breathing got deeper and deeper. Chris(ti) grabbed Larry's hand from his/her breast, and pulled Larry gently from the bathroom toward the bed. Knowing what he/she was going to do, and still feeling a bit repulsed by it, he/she pushed Larry onto the bed, then knelt down beside the bed. Larry's hands automatically reached for Chris(ti)'s breasts, and Chris(ti)'s head bobbed down and kissed the top of Larry's penis. Before Larry could protest, Chris(ti) slid Larry's shaft into his/her mouth. With his/her tongue and full lips, Chris(ti) stimulated Larry more and more, moving the head of Larry's dick in and out of his/her mouth, and Larry tilted his head back with delight. Larry's hands were wildly caressing Chris(ti)'s breasts now, making Chris(ti) all the more eager to fully explore the sexual possibilities of his/her new body. Without warning, Larry's cock became quite firm, then began pulsing as his hot cum shot into Chris(ti)'s mouth, while Larry moaned with pleasure. Though a small part of him/her remained disgusted, yet curious, Chris(ti) eagerly took the load in his/her mouth, swallowing the warm salty juices. Finally, when Larry was done, Chris(ti) lifted his/her head, smiled, and pushed Larry back onto the bed. Before Larry knew what was going on, Chris(ti) climbed atop and mounted Larry. Chris(ti) looked down between his/her breasts, his/her crotch warm with desire, as he/she grasped Larry's cock. Chris(ti) rubbed it against his/her clitoris and lips, knowing that his/her hot, wet, pussy juices were keeping Larry aroused. Larry suddenly sat up, grasping Chris(ti) firmly by the arms. Too firmly. Chris(ti) squealed with a bit of pain. Larry pushed Chris(ti) down onto the bed, pushed his/her legs apart, then knelt between Chris(ti)'s legs, reached down, and firmly spread Chris(ti)'s legs. Chris(ti) watched in disbelief as Larry leaned forward, his arms on either side of Chris(ti)'s body, and his large cock aiming squarely for Chris(ti) new vagina. "It's so big," Chris(ti) protested weakly, knowing that he/she was equally anxious to get the throbbing shaft inside his/her new pussy. Larry leaned forward more, and Chris(ti) felt the penis pushing against his/her inner lips. Almost roughly, Larry pressed forward, and Chris(ti) felt the resistance of his/her moist vagina against the intrusion of the large shaft. Chris(ti) squealed involuntarily, then suddenly opened his/her mouth, a combination of surprise at how easily Larry's cock slid inside him, and pleasure at the delight it caused. Larry seemed to forget everything but the sex; he leaned down and began kissing Chris(ti) frantically, then pressed hard against Chris(ti) mouth and forced his tongue in. Chris, without thinking, immediately responded with a deep French kiss, all the while feeling the pleasure of Larry's deep thrusts into Chris(ti)'s hot pussy. Then Chris(ti) felt Larry's hand between them, reaching down to Chris(ti) crotch. Even as he deepened the strokes, Larry's outstretched finger found Chris(ti)'s clitoris and began to rub it vigorously. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" Chris(ti) screamed involuntarily. "I'm coming! Oh, God!" Wave after wave of pleasure coursed from his/her vagina through every fiber of his/her body, until finally, he/she felt like he/she would pass out. At the same time, he/she felt Larry's cock swell, and Larry's breathing got deeper, until suddenly his/her whole body stiffened. Chris(ti) felt Larry's cock deep in his/her vagina, pulsing and gushing forth and Larry had his/her orgasm. Larry's whole body relaxed, and he rolled off the top of Chris. "Oh, Christi," he moaned. "Oh, Christi." Chris(ti) rolled over on his/her side, and snuggled against Larry. After a few moments, Chris(ti) realized that Larry was asleep. Smiling to himself, Chris(ti) got up from the bed, and slipped into the bathroom. Absently, he/she picked up a comb and began to straighten his/her hair. He/she realized that his/her hands were moving automatically, combing the auburn locks into very decent shape, as though he/she had been doing it all his/her life. Feeling a full bladder, Chris(ti) stepped to the toilet, then smiled to himself. No penis to pee through. He/she turned and sat, and felt relief to know that the same muscles controlled bladder operation on a woman as on a man. As he/she cleaned up his/her vaginal area, Chris(ti) decided what needed to be done next. he/she wrapped his/her bathrobe around himself - it fit loosely but was in a curious way sexy - and went out to the living room, past the sleeping Larry. Knowing that his/her woman's instincts were active right now, Chris(ti) rummaged through a magazine pile, and picked out a Sears catalog. He/she read the instructions on how to measure himself - herself, actually - then began to make some notes. Chris(ti) had to guess at his/her bra size, since the catalog said to measure while wearing a comfortable bra, but he/she quickly jotted down his/her critical measurements. He/she realized he/she was tall for a woman - 5 feet 8 inches, and with bigger breasts, but still within the range of sizes. Chris(ti) was secretly pleased to learn that his/her bra size was 34 DD, and his/her measurements were 40-23-34. Giggling with delight, Chris(ti) picked out some panties and a couple of bras, then went on to dresses. In the man's body, Chris(ti) hated shopping, even in a catalog. But now, he/she found delight in browsing through the catalog, looking for just the right dresses. He/she wrote down the catalog numbers of all the items, then frowned. Something was missing. Makeup. And perfume. Oh, well, Chris(ti) thought. He/she could pick that stuff up at the mall, after he/she got the clothes. Chris(ti) could just take some of the magic potion, turn into a woman, and visit the makeup and perfume counters. Chris(ti) smiled to him/herself. He/she replaced the catalog, set aside the list, and went back into the bedroom. Larry still lay on the bed, sleeping on his/her back. Chris(ti) looked at him, found himself filled with desire again, and slipped onto the bed. Chris(ti)'s hand began to rub Larry's flaccid cock, and almost immediately it responded. As it grew bigger and bigger, Larry stirred, looked at Chris, and smiled. Chris(ti) crawled on top of Larry, and slid his/her vagina down on Larry's cock. Larry was wide awake now, and began pumping vigorously, which in turn caused Chris(ti) to become even more aroused. Larry lifted his head, and pulled himself to Chris(ti)'s large, erect nipples jiggling seductively mere inches above his mouth. His tongue danced around the nipple, and one hand gently caressed the breast. Chris(ti) moaned with delight, pleasure rippling through his/her woman body. Finally, Larry's cock began to spurt again, and he dropped back onto the bed to enjoy his orgasm. When it was finally over, he slid his hand to Chris(ti)'s crotch, searching once more for Chris(ti)'s clitoris. As Larry began to rub, Chris(ti) moaned with pleasure, and pumped his/her vagina up and down on Larry's still-rigid shaft. Finally, another orgasm overtook Chris, the biggest one so far, and he/she tilted his/her head back and screamed with delight. Still, Larry kept rubbing, and the waves of pleasure kept rising from Chris(ti) vagina, until finally, he/she passed out. A few moments later, Chris(ti) came to, lying on the bed alone. Chris(ti) looked up at the clock, and saw the time - 12:00. Even as he/she struggled to rise from the bed, he/she felt the strange tingling course through his/her body. Chris(ti) ran to the bathroom, knowing what he/she would find. Above his/her vagina, his/her clitoris was swelling and growing, sticking out and up from the vaginal lips. His/her breasts were slowly shrinking, looking now like a teen-age girl in mid-puberty. His/her hips were narrowing, the waist and ribcage expanding. His/her hair was again brown, not auburn, and his/her locks were rapidly receding. The fingernails - gone. Chris(ti) stared at his/her hands as they grew larger and more masculine. From the vaginal lips, a scrotum began to drop, then it filled as Chris' testicles reappeared. Finally, it was over. Chris was back to his old self. But a new self. Chris pulled on his underwear, and walked back to the dining table. He felt curiously satisfied at having had sex as a woman, but disappointed that it was over. He wasn't a virgin anymore - not as a woman, at least - but he still was a virgin male. And then he saw the magic jar sitting on the table. After staring at it for a moment, he got a particularly mischievous grin, picked up the jar, and headed for Larry's room. As expected, Larry was lying on his bed, on his back, covered only by the sheet. Chris sneaked to the bed, opened the jar, and poured a drop onto Larry's lips. After a moment, Larry licked the liquid from his lips. Chris recapped the vial and took it to his bathroom, where he placed it safely in his medicine cabinet. Then he walked back to Larry's room. Larry was still lying on the bed, but it wasn't quite Larry. Larry's sandy brown hair was lengthening, and his chest, once a display of masculine muscle, was smaller, slighter. From the middle of each side, a breast was starting to push up and out. Chris shook Larry's arm. "Larry. Get up!" he said insistently. Larry's eyes popped open, then he sat up in his bed. He looked around, dazed for a moment, then he focused on Chris. "Was I dreaming?" Chris grinned. "No." He pushed Larry from the bed. "Go to the bathroom." "Why?" Larry asked, puzzled. He hadn't yet noticed that his voice had shifted considerably higher. "Your turn," Chris replied as he pushed Larry into the bathroom. Chris flipped on the lightswitch, and was surprised himself at the change in Larry. So was Larry, who stared at the mirror in shock. Whereas Chris had been taller, Larry was turning into a small, petite woman. Larry's breasts were not nearly so full as Chris' had been, but were firm and large-nippled. His toush was smaller, firmer, and rounder. Larry's hair was barely shoulder length, sandy blonde, and curled under at the tips, with bangs dropping to just above his eyebrows. Like Chris, Larry had full, sensual lips, but his eyes were soft blue, and very attractive. "What's happening to my dick?" Larry shrieked, now aware that his voice had changed to soprano. Larry groped frantically at his genitals, and was surprised by the different feelings his touch generated. "My god," he exclaimed, "I'm turning into a woman! Just like you did!" Chris smiled and nodded. He reached down and dropped his drawers, knowing that his dick was getting harder and longer each second, then stepped over to Larry. "I think we should call you Laura. What do you think?" he commented as he reached out and began caressing Larry's breast. Instead of recoiling, Larry/Laura stood there and dumbly nodded. Chris' other hand now reached down for Larry/Laura's thigh. He saw a tremor pass through Larry's body at the firm touch, and Chris slowly moved his hand upward, until he was caressing Larry/Laura's inner lips and clitoris. Larry/Laura arched upward, surprised by the pleasant sensation, and involuntarily drew closer to Chris. Chris took his hand from Larry/Laura's breast, grasped his/her tiny hand, and placed it on Chris' penile shaft. Larry/Laura's eyes widened as his/her hand grasped the firmness of Chris' dick. Chris lowered his face into Larry/Laura's breasts, teasing the nipples with his tongue until they were erect. Larry/Laura, almost crying with pleasure, grasped Chris' penis with both his/her tiny hands and began to firmly stroke. Chris felt his dick swell even more, his loins burning with desire, until he was sure it could not get any larger or harder. Still, the desire increased as Larry/Laura stroked expertly, while Chris continued to rub Larry/Laura's clit. Finally, Larry/Laura screamed out his/her pleasure as he/she was overtaken by an orgasm. Knowing that the time was right, Chris turned Larry/Laura toward the mirror, and slid behind the tiny woman, his hand still rubbing Larry/Laura's vagina. From behind, Chris moved toward the tiny, bobbing butt in front of him, and he pushed Larry/Laura's torso forward, until he/she was bent over exposing the moist vagina. Clumsily, Chris moved his penis forward, trying to find the hole, until he was pressing against the lips and then slipped in. Larry/Laura's vagina was tight, squeezing his dick firmly as the hot juices flowed around it. Uncontrollably, Chris began pumping furiously, deeper and deeper, feeling the orgasm building within him, and thinking that it would go soon. As Chris thrust his penis in and out of Larry/Laura's vagina, Larry/Laura began to moan softly and sway with the motion. Another wave of orgasmic contractions caught Larry/Laura; Chris felt the muscular contractions of Larry/Laura's vagina around him. That was enough. As he thrust once more, he felt his penis begin to throb with pleasure as the orgasm overtook him and the juices squirted from his dick. Larry/Laura continued to moan with delight, feeling the throbbing within his/her vagina trip yet another orgasm. When the pulsing and throbbing had settled down, Chris pulled himself free of Larry/Laura's vagina. In the mirror, he saw a pout on Larry/Laura's cute face, and knew that Larry wanted the sex to continue. Chris was surprised when Larry/Laura spun around and practically leaped up to put his/her arms around Chris neck as he/she began to kiss Chris passionately. Chris felt Larry/Laura's tiny, sensuous, very feminine body pulled closely against him, and felt the hot vaginal area rubbing against his still-firm cock. Chris pulled himself free of Larry/Laura's passion. "We have something to do," he said insistenly, as he grasped Larry/Laura's tiny hand and pulled him from the bathroom. "What?" Larry/Laura asked in his/her new soprano voice, still upset at the interruption in the sex. Chris pulled Larry/Laura to the couch, and retrieved the tape measure he had used on himself earlier. "Find you something nice and feminine," Chris replied. Larry/Laura's soft blue eyes lit up, gleaming with joy at having attention paid to him/her after sex. The feminine part in Larry/Laura was reacting the same as it had in Chris. Quickly, Chris measured Larry/Laura. Where Chris had had double D cups, Larry - Laura - had B cups. Larry/Laura as a woman was only 5 feet 3 inches, with measurements of 34-21-32. Tiny, but very sexy. Larry/Laura flipped through the catalog and located a couple of outfits. Chris was surprised - Larry/Laura's taste as a woman was totally different from his. Chris had picked out some moderate outfits, blousy and not overly revealing, since as a woman, his/her breasts were large and needed to be de- emphasized. But Larry/Laura picked outfits which were positively slinky in comparison, designed to accentuate every curve and draw attention to his/her breasts. As Chris put down the catalog, he felt Larry/Laura's tiny feminine hand on his cock again. Before Chris could do anything, Larry/Laura knelt before Chris and began to kiss his penis, looking up toward Chris with those soft blue eyes. More than anything, that turned Chris on again, and he quickly became aroused. Almost expertly, Larry/Laura used his/her mouth and tongue to arouse Chris, all the while looking longingly with his/her soft, very feminine eyes. Before he knew what happened, Chris stiffened, his shaft began to pulse with pleasure, and the hot juices spewed forth. Larry/Laura licked Chris' shaft as the pulses subsided, then lifted his/her tiny body up onto the couch and began to rub his/her vagina against Chris' still- hard shaft, then gently lowered his/herself onto Chris. Chris leaned forward and began to kiss Larry/Laura's breast, while his hand reached down for Larry/Laura's clitoris. Moments later, Larry/Laura moaned with pleasure as another orgasm coursed through his/her new female body. The pulsing of Larry/Laura's vaginal muscles tripped another orgasm in Chris, and the two sat entwined on the couch, mutual pleasure rippling through their bodies. Chris was at the table, eating his Cheerios and drinking a beer when Larry staggered out of his bedroom. He looked at the grin on Chris' face, and knew the truth. "That wasn't a dream last night, was it," Larry said with certainty. Chris smiled and shook his head. Larry grabbed a bowl and a beer for himself, then wordlessly sat down opposite Chris. "It was pretty incredible, wasn't it," he finally said Chris stopped eating. "Which part?" he asked simply. Larry shrugged. "Being a woman. Having breasts. Having a dick inside you. Women's orgasms. The whole thing, I guess." He smiled as he remembered the pleasures. Chris smiled in agreement. "I got a catalog order placed this morning. Should be here Monday." "For what?" Larry asked. "Women's things. Bras, panties, dresses - you know, the stuff we picked out last night." It was Larry's turn to smile, a most curious smile with a bit of mischief. "What do you say Laura and Christi go to the Phi Delta party next Friday and teach some of those younger boys what sex is all about. In the meantime, maybe Christi and Laura ..." He let the sentence hang. Chris positively grinned. "My thoughts exactly." As his Uncle Ron had promised, the potion was going to make his life very interesting. fin