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WHICH ARM? Chapter 1 - My Damn Cousins Invite Chapter 2 - The Notebook Chapter 3 - Waiting for sunup Chapter 4 - Back home Which Arm? Chapter 1 - 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 traveled 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 wasn't 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 couldn't. 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'm 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'm 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'm 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 declared 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 didn't 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 noted something that I couldn't 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 couldn't 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'm very family oriented and don't take money from my family. If he is so serious that he would give up his meager life savings, I have to humor 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'm so dedicated to my work and trying to become a multi-millionaire by the time I'm thirty-six years old. I like women but somehow my work always came first. I can get any woman that I want, because I'm relatively very handsome. I'm 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'm 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 favors. 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 weren't my closest relative and best friend, I wouldn't be here." I grumped 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're the only person in the world that I trust and want near me when I recover the bracelet." he responded 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 announced "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'll 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 directed 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 wasn't 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 announced "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 wasn't chlorinated and where I couldn't 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 didn't 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 wasn't 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 apologized "Thanks for coming Bobby. I really need you here with me and I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. I don't know what came over me and I know that you've got very normal sexual preferences. As I grew older, I discovered that my sexual desires weren't 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'm very bisexual and that I can get aroused very easily by either sex." "Don't worry about it. As a lawyer, I'm 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've 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 declared "Everything that you need to know is in this log. Just humor me for the rest of the day because I have some very strong reasons why I can't tell you now. I'll 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 announced "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'm 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 couldn't 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 whispered "The Damascus Bracelet." I took it from him and looked at it. It was a bracelet, but wasn't 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 proclaimed "We are going to see. There is only one way to be sure and that is why you're 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 spoke 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 didn't 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 wouldn't 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. Chapter 2 - The Notebook Dear Bobby, If you're reading this, then I was partially successful. I found the bracelet and tried it on. If it was the real bracelet, I'm 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 wouldn't offer any explanation. Tia and Anna were living together as lovers and Marguerite couldn't 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 didn't 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 wasn't 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 wouldn't 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're 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'll 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'm 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 wouldn't 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. Chapter 3 - 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 didn't 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 weren't 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 wouldn't wake up. I re- read his notebooks again and added more wood. After four hours, the sleeping body on the ground couldn't 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 didn't 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 don't 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 wasn't a man, using the old "does it look like a duck" principle, but I couldn't 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 responded in a very soft feminine voice that very definitely wasn't 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'm whomever you want me to me. I'll 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 asked 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'll 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'll 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 couldn't 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 wasn't 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 hadn't 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'll follow you." it proclaimed in it's very soft feminine voice. I looked at Harry's clothes and knew that they wouldn't 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 weren't 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 commanded "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 declared "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 chiseled 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 informed me "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 didn't 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 couldn't. 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 sighed "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'm your woman and will gladly do whatever you want me to do. I'll become who ever you want me to me. I'll gladly become your wife, your mistress, your whore, or your slave. I'll bear your children or raise other women's children for you gladly. I'll share you with other women, if having multiple women makes you happy. I'll make love to your friends, if you command me. And they can be male or female. I'll become a whore if you want me to make love to your friends. Or I'll be your perfect wife. My body is your tool, to use anyway that you desire. I'll not sleep until you're safe, not eat until after you've eaten or rest until you're happy. I'll dress the way that you want me to dress or will be naked if that is what you prefer. If you ask me, I'll 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'm 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 couldn't 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'll 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. Chapter 4 - 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 wasn't 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 announced 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 didn't 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 didn't 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 requested "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 couldn't stop. She wouldn't 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 didn't 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 didn't 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. 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I was addicted to webcam porn and messaging and I had been messaging this older woman called Carmel and we had been exchanging messages of what we wanted to do to each other. I had sent a webcam broadcast of me jacking off and she sent me one of her bringing her self off. What a gorgeous pussy she had – shaven and wet. We sent quite a few of these videos of each other. After a while we agreed to meet in an obscure car park for a bit of fun. I suggested we wear red roses and meet at about...

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The Cedar Street Chronicals Chapter 2 The Wright Family and Carmen

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