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POSING By M. L. Powers My social life since the divorce hadn't exactly been stellar. I guess that's probably due to the same reasons my wife dumped me in the first place. At 46 years old, and I'd frankly let my body go to hell. I'm was overweight, and my hair was thinning and getting gray. A far cry from the way I looked when I was 26 and fresh out of law school. Back then I was athletic and trim and had thick medium length dark hair. When we met, my then future wife Nina, thought I was the most handsome man she'd eve seen. At the divorce proceeding, she told me I was a pathetic sorry man. I had to admit, as the years had gone by I'd let too many long nights, numerous rough cases, thousands of client lunches and dinners take their toll on my physique. In an effort to get ahead I had worked long hours and eventually ended up neglecting Nina. She satisfied herself by taking an occasional lover on the side. I kind of figured she had, but I never really paid any mind to it. We had fallen into a pattern and I was comfortable. The beginning of the end was when I was offered a partnership with a young firm in Chicago, whose senior partner was a brash 32 year old named Michael Carpenter. He had made a name for himself by winning an "impossible to win" murder trial of a high profile socialite. His style and self confidence, not to mention his rugged good looks, made him a popular guest on all the local talk shows and even a couple of national ones. Michael's firm was in demand and he wanted only the best people in Chicago working for him. I had made a name for myself as one of the top corporate attorneys in the Chicagoland area, and so Michael approached me about coming to work for him. I accepted the position and was told that if my six month trial period went well, the partnership was mine. To celebrate my joining his firm, Michael asked Nina and I out to dinner. Little did I know at the time, but Michael and Nina had been instantly attracted to each other. I never even noticed it. Nina was a very attractive woman. Her five foot five inch tall, 119 pound, 36-25-36, body looked ten years younger than her 39 years. It was topped by a full thick mane of auburn hair which didn't show the slightest bit of gray. She still wore the same dress size as when we were married. If anything the years had been very good to Nina. The more I worked the richer we got. The richer we got the more elegant Nina became. She was a homespun girl when I met her but as the years went by and the money flowed in Nina gradually took on an aristocratic elegance. She wore only the finest clothes, her hair, nails, and make up were always perfect and she always had on some type of jewelry. None of it was ever costume. Nina only bought the best. I guess I should have gotten suspicious when Nina began to drop in on me at the office. She explained to me that since my new office was so near her favorite shops, she figured she may as well get to see me more often since I worked so much. I never realized that after Nina's brief 5 minute visits, Michael would leave to take his lunch. What in fact was happening was that Michael and Nina would meet down the street at the Excelsior Hotel where Michael kept a company suite. As their affair progressed, Nina told Michael that she was in love with him. Michael admitted the same to Nina. There was only one obstacle to their happiness, Jack Harriman. Me. Nina told Michael how I had made her miserable for the entire 18 years of our marriage. She made me out to be such a villain that Michael vowed that not only would he get her a divorce so that they could be married, but in the process he'd ruin the man who had caused her such misery. Nina agreed to help in any way she could and they sealed the deal by making love the rest of the afternoon and night. The next day when Nina finally returned home she didn't care that I had been worried sick about her all night. All she said was "It's over Jack." As she handed me a paper. Reading it I discovered that it was a formal writ of separation and I was ordered by the court to remove myself from the house immediately. I tried to speak to her but she just told me to pack and leave or she'd call the police and have me arrested for violating the order. I told her it was my house and she could kiss my fucking ass before I was going to leave it. She just stared at me with those hazel eyes that used to be so warm but were now so cold. "Fine, have it your way." she said as she turned and went into the bedroom locking the door behind her. I pounded on the door. "NINA!" I shouted. "What's this all about. Talk to me!" I pounded some more. "NIIIIINAAAAAA!" Before I knew it the police had arrived and I was being arrested for violating a court order. I was booked and held on 10,000 dollars bail. Nina refused to take my call. My friend Marty wasn't home. Not knowing who to turn to I called Michael. All he said was that it looked bad for the firm to have one of it's prominent attorney's land in jail, and that I should come in and clean out my office as soon as I was released. "I'm sorry Jack, it just isn't going to work out." was the last thing I heard before the phone went dead on me. So there I was. Kicked out of my home and fired on the same day. It just went down hill from there. Michael acted as Nina's attorney for the divorce and managed to get her everything. I was lucky he let me keep my clothes. He had put out the word to all the other major firms in the city so I was effectively blackballed from practicing law in Chicago. After months of searching I was finally able to get a position at a small law firm in Peoria. After 20 years of practicing law and dealing with major corporate cases I was now nothing more than a glorified ambulance chaser. It took a while but I finally began to adjust to my new lifestyle. I had rented a small house and bought myself a used Nissan. Thank god Nina hadn't demanded alimony since my new income was substantially less than my old one. Not that she needed alimony anyway. A month after the divorce became final she and Michael Carpenter were married. She became richer than she ever could have been with me. I didn't know anyone in Peoria and so I had no one to spend my free time with. In itself, free time was a foreign concept to me. I never had any before. I was always working on a case and never had time for idle pursuits. Now I had plenty of time on my hands. My computer was the closest thing to a hobby that I had ever had so I naturally ended up gravitating to it as a form of entertainment and companionship. I began to hang out in internet chat rooms and became a regular visitor to a couple of them. Soon however, my interest would wan and I would move on to another room. One night I discovered a bi female's chat room. I was curious to see what that was about so I entered. Within minutes I was kicked out by the channel operators, or Ops as they're known. I rejoined and was once again kicked. On my third attempt to enter I was again kicked out and banned from the channel by an Op. Not understanding why I kept getting kicked I sent a private message to the channel Op who had banned me. (LAWMAN) hello? (BiBiBaby) yes? (LAWMAN) may I ask what I did to get banned? (BiBiBaby) you were banned because of your nickname (LAWMAN) why is that? it isn't offensive (BiBiBaby) you're a man I assume? (LAWMAN) yes, as a matter of fact I am (BiBiBaby) you should have checked the channel rules hun,"bigirls" is a (hannel for females only (LAWMAN) oh, I see Sorry to bother you then (BiBiBaby) no prob bye "Hmmmmm.' I thought to myself, `I wonder what's so special in there that they won't let me in. I guess I'll never know." I returned to one of my usual cyber haunts the cybersex room. These days it seemed that was the only type of sexual encounter I was able to find. The tough part was finding a cybersex partner who was willing to satisfy your needs and not just out to have you satisfy theirs. Many a night after "pleasuring" some female chat partner with sensual words and sexy thoughts I'd get ready to get myself off to her words and thoughts only to find that my partner had vanished from the chat server without even a thank you. I'd end up stuck there with my hand on my hardening penis and no one to help me reach climax. I had discovered a new level of sexual frustration. One particular night, I wasn't feeling too chatty so I opted to just watch the "channel chatter" After about 20 minutes of this I was getting bored and figured I'd have another beer and hit the sack. I was just emptying the last of the bottle, and getting ready to shut down when I noticed a bit of a commotion was happening in the channel. I watched and discovered that some guy named SuperStud9 was complaining to the channel Ops that another chatter named SexySadie was indeed a "poser". He was typing all in capital letters or caps as chatters call them. Caps are considered shouting and generally only used when you are being rude or when you wish to present the chat room equivalent of yelling. The Ops told SuperStud9 to calm down and stop shouting in the channel or he would be kicked out. He turned off his caps and asked the channel Op to investigate the poser. I was curious to find out what was going on so I sent a private message to SuperStud9 to see if I could find out. (LAWMAN) hi, can I bother you a sec? (SuperStud9) what can I do for ya (LAWMAN) I was just wondering why you were so upset before (SuperStud9) fucking stupid poser, man (LAWMAN) I'm a little new to this. what's a poser? (SuperStud9) a poser is somebody that pretends to be the opposite sex of what they really are This jerkoff faggot tried to pass himself off as a woman so he could cyber with me (LAWMAN) how did you know he was a fake? (SuperStud9) lawman huh. you a cop? (LAWMAN) no, I'm a lawyer (SuperStud9) oh, one of them (LAWMAN) so, tell me, how did you know he was a fake? (SuperStud9) cause he said something about being hard and then quickly came back with he didn't mean hard, he meant wet. I checked his ID and saw he listed his real name as steven ward (LAWMAN) his ID? (SuperStud9) yeah, ya right click on a persons name and ya get a list, ya chose whois and ya get their info (LAWMAN) I see. thanks for your time (SuperStud9) no problemo pal, watch out for them fag posers (LAWMAN) thanks, I sure will I looked at the occupant list for the room and found my nick. I right clicked on it and sure enough a list of choices appeared. I clicked on whois and on the chat status screen appeared all the information I entered into the chat program when I first setup my nick. Thinking about this, I figured that the poser was pretty stupid. If he'd have changed his personal info rather than just his nickname he probably would have fooled old Superstud. Then it hit me. I could do that to gain access to the male forbidden bigirls room. I disconnected from the chat server and went about setting up a new nick. It would have to be a female gender specific one so that I wouldn't call attention to myself. I thought of using a non gender specific nick, but figured that might cause the channel Ops to notice me quicker. I thought about it and decided to use my ex-secretary's name, Katelin. I'd always like that name. I didn't want to use her last name cause I didn't think that was a safe idea for the real Katelin. As I tried to think of a last name I looked around the room for a clue as to what I should choose. I spied my empty bottle of St. Paulie Girl beer sitting next to my mouse pad. It was inspired. Paulie, girl. I chuckled to myself as I entered Katelin Paulie in the name box. The next line was email address. I certainly wasn't going to put my real email address in so I made up one. After all I was only going to do this the one time so why did I need another email address? I entered my nickname as KatelinP and my alternate nick as KatieP. I was ready so I reconnected to the server. After I was connected I joined the "bigirls" chat room. I waited. Thirty seconds, a minute, two minutes. I had been kicked by this time on my earlier attempts. Then a message appeared on the channel screen. (BiBiBaby) hi katelin (KatelinP) hello (BiBiBaby) welcome to bigirls (KatelinP) thanks I was in. A few other messages went by between other chatters then BiBiBaby asked if I was new to the channel. I replied yes, it was my first time on the channel. She told me to type !rules in the channel to get a list of the channel's rules of conduct. I did. This mainly was so I'd know what pitfalls to avoid. The rules were fairly simple most regarding proper behavior. No sex talk in the channel, no picture requests, but the major rule was NO MEN allowed. It seemed that I'd already broken that one. For the most part I just observed the chatting going on in the main channel. Occasionally a private message would pop up requesting my A/S/L which stands for Age, Sex, and Location. I ignored these requests since I was only observing. The girls on this channel seemed to be a very warm and friendly group. Soon I felt myself tempted to join in their conversations. I resisted on the premise that if given the rope of chatting with these women I'd end up hanging myself, and thus be exposed as a man. Over the next several days I was tempted to once again pose as Katelin and visit the bigirls channel, but I resisted. Finally on that next Saturday, after three beers, and yet another disappointing cybersex session, I got brave, or stupid as the case may be, and logged on to the chat server as Katelin. I don't know what possessed me that night, probably the beer, but I began to chat with the girls in the channel. Finding that I needed answers to the basic questions I decided to use my real life and Katelin's as a baseline, altering the answers to suit the situation. I kept my profession as a lawyer but altered it for Katelin so that she was a 26 year old attorney recently out of law school and passed the bar. I used my real location of Peoria since how could there be any harm in a general location. Since I lived alone in a rented house, so did she. Smaller details I figured I'd make up as I went along. I watched the channel and interjected when I felt I could get away with it. All in all, this wasn't much better than my normal chat. That is of course until I received a private message from luvbird. From the moment I began to chat with her I knew luvbird was special. The way she expressed herself, her sense of humor, her outlook on things. All of these held my attention to her words. After chatting for some time on just about every subject we could think of she asked if I had a pic. Pic, I had found out, was chat speak for picture. I fibbed and told her I hadn't had any scanned yet since I was new to chatting. Then she asked if I could describe myself to her so that she could get a mental image of me. I hesitated a minute. How was I going to get out of this one. "Gee I'm sorry, I have no mirrors so I don't know what I look like." Yeah, that would go over well. I briefly considered telling the truth, but thought better of it. I had to think fast cause on the screen new lines appeared in the chat box. (luvbird) kate, you still there? (luvbird) hello? (luvbird) katelin, have I offended you? please answer.. I needed to buy a little time so I wrote back to her. (KatelinP) sorry lb, phone rang I need to take this can you wait? I was hoping she'd say no so I'd be off the hook. My luck was running true to form as usual. (luvbird) sure, I can wait for you (luvbird) I'm really enjoying talking with you Thanks. I wrote back. "Now what do I do." I thought. I remembered that some of the women I had cybered with previously had sent me pics so I checked those files to see if I could use one of them as a basis for Katelin's description. "No too young. too ethnic.. No, not her. too old. ooh. I forgot about her." The "her" in question was a lovely redhead from Florida I had chatted with a couple of months earlier. She was young and lovely and perfect for Katelin's body. I had suspected at the time that these pics might not have actually been the girl I was chatting with but I didn't care. To me, they were her, and now they would be Katelin. Keeping the picture on the screen I typed the description to luvbird approximating the measurements and sizes the best I could. (KatelinP) I'm 5'6", 122 pounds, long red hair, green eyes, 36c 25 35, welltoned body (luvbird) wow, you sound beautiful (KatelinP) thank you (luvbird) are you a "natural" red head? (KatelinP) uh huh * luvbird smiles broadly (luvbird) hmmmmm.. I'd love to verify that (grin) The conversation took a definite turn towards the hot side from that point on and soon I found myself engaging in cybersex with luvbird, whose name I found out later was Gretchen. Gretchen was very giving and seemed almost to be more interested in my pleasure than in her own. I had to keep aware that when mentioning my body parts it was necessary to translate them into female terms, but otherwise, it was the most satisfying cybersex session I'd ever had. It seemed Gretchen had felt the same, because she asked if we could meet online again sometime soon. Caught up in the moment I agreed and set a "date" with her to meet again. As time went on it I began to chat privately with not only Gretchen but with other bi women. I don't know if this was true or if I imagined it, but women seemed to treat me better when I was Katelin. I liked the feelings I got from chatting with these women and so I began to spend more and more time chatting as Katelin. I began to send out the pics I had of the redhead from Florida when I received a pic trade request, so now to others, Katelin had a face. It became necessary to create an email account under Katelin's name because a few of the girls wanted to correspond with her. I used one of those free email sites to accomplish this. My education on female specific language terms was swift. I learned what a speculum was, how pantyhose sizes ran in the alphabet rather than numbers, and that panty sizes definitely did not correspond to waist sizes. I found that I had a talent for making up convincing life experience stories for Katelin at the spur of the moment. In many cases I used my own life experiences and just reworked them to be from a woman's point of view. I even decided to show her wilder side, by giving Katelin a pierced navel. On a few rare occasions I chatted with men while posing as Katelin. Rest assured it wasn't due to any latent homosexual feelings I was experiencing, but more from the rush I got at pulling off the masquerade. I even fooled old SuperStud9! To myself I began referring to that feat as my "crowning achievement" And so it went. I'd spend my days working on mundane legal work such as wills, accident suits, bankruptcies and the like. At night I'd pick up the my evening take-out dinner, head home, strip to my underwear, and park myself in front of the PC and chat as Katelin. Which brings me to the fateful Friday night that I got caught. I had stayed at work late to finish up Mr. Murphy's will so that he could sign it the first thing Monday. I picked up some Kentucky Fried Chicken on my way home, and when I got there I undressed, took my chicken and a couple of beers and headed for the computer. Eating as I watched the chatting scroll by and sipping my beer as usual. I didn't chat much when I first logged on, but after I finished the food I began to join in the conversations. It wasn't long before I was involved in a few conversations both on the channel and in private. Then a box popped up requesting private conversation. The chatter's nick was WillowWitch. I clicked on the box. (WillowWitch) Hello (KatelinP) hi (WillowWitch) How are you this evening? (KatelinP) I'm fine thank you, and yourself? (WillowWitch) I'm quite well thanks. (KatelinP) that's an interesting nick you have there, does it mean anything special? (WillowWitch) My name is Willow and I'm a witch. Thus the name. (KatelinP) I see (WillowWitch) Please tell me about yourself. I thought to myself that she was a bit of a kook but what the heck. If she wanted to pretend to be a witch why not. After all I was pretending to be a woman. I proceeded to tell Willow all about Katelin. She seemed very interested and asked many questions. In turn I asked a few of her like was she born a witch or did she become one later in life. She told me that she had been an orphan and was adopted by a witch who later taught her magic and her vested her with some powers. She told me that over the years her powers had grown quite strong and that she was now a very powerful witch. Willow asked me all kinds of questions as if she were trying to get Katelin's life history. I didn't for a second believe her witch tales and gave up asking her questions, but I continued to answer hers. Curious, I asked Willow why she was asking so many questions. She told me after many, many years of thought, she had decided to try a sexual encounter with another woman and was trying to determine if I would be the right one to have it with. Referring to the fact that she said "many, many years" I asked her how many years she'd been thinking it over. Willow replied that she had been mulling it over for about 60 years or so. (KatelinP) 60 years? don't you mean 6 years? (WillowWitch) No, I meant 60. (KatelinP) just how old are you anyway? (WillowWitch) I was born in 1738. (KatelinP) that would make you, um. 261 years old.. (KatelinP) you're putting me on right? (WillowWitch) Certainly not. My witchly powers cause me to age very slowly. My mother is over 500. (KatelinP) OK. right (KatelinP) I better be going. bye (WillowWitch) You don't believe me, do you? (KatelinP) well willow, you have to admit it does sound a bit crazy (KatelinP) so long. (WillowWitch) WAIT! I can prove it! My curiosity getting the better of me I responded back. Looking back, it wasn't the brightest thing I could have done. (KatelinP) ok, I'll bite. how can you prove it? (WillowWitch) Think of something that you have not yet told me. Make it hard, something I could never be able to guess. Then put your palm on the screen. (KatelinP) you're gonna read my mind through the computer? (WillowWitch) It's a bit more complicated than that, but that sums it up in a simple phrase. I thought. I needed something obscure. Then I thought of the dog I had as a child, Dillard. Part of me kept saying I was nuts to even be playing along with this. After all there are no such things as witches. But I did. I thought of Dillard, typed that I was ready, and put my palm to the monitor screen. I waited. For a brief second the monitor flashed a light blue. "Oh great' I thought, `Now my monitor is going" Then it flashed again and again. Longer each time. I almost imagined I felt an electric tingle in my palm and fingers when it happened. Then Willow typed back. (WillowWitch) You liar! (KatelinP) what? (WillowWitch) Everything you told me was a lie. I can't believe I fell for it. I can't believe I didn't sense it. (KatelinP) willow what are you babbling about? (WillowWitch) I'm not babbling. I'm angry. (KatelinP) at who? (WillowWitch) At you Katelin. Or should I say Jack Harriman. My heart skipped a beat. How! How could she possibly know my real name. I could understand her possibly figuring out I was a poser, but to actually know my true name. I felt very frightened all of a sudden. Willow continued to tell me how upset I'd made her and that she had believed that I was really Katelin. She couldn't believe she hadn't sensed my deception pervious to "scanning" me. She started to tell me all about myself. My real self. She knew everything. She knew about Dillard, the dog from my youth, about Nina, about my former position in the legal field, about my current situation of disgrace. Willow had started out yelling at me but as she went on with the details of my life she seemed to soften. It was almost like she was beginning to feel sorry for me. (WillowWitch) You understand Jack, that you betrayed a witch. Because of that you MUST be punished. However, since I'm the witch you lied to I get to dispense your punishment. (KatelinP) I don't understand (WillowWitch) Jack, I realize that the unfairness of your life has caused you to commit your crime against me. In a way you were not fully responsible for your actions. So, in effecting your punishment I will also give you a second chance to do things better. I was really starting to be afraid now. I pleaded with Willow to forgive me and leave me alone. I told her I'd never pose as Katelin again. In that simple statement, it seems I had inadvertently given Willow the exact form of my punishment. (WillowWitch) Hmmmmm. never posing as Katelin again. You have something there Jack. Yes. I love it. Poetic justice. (KatelinP) what do you mean! what are you going to do? (WillowWitch) It's simple Jack, I'm going to fix it so that you'll never be able to "pose" as Katelin ever again. Good luck in your new life Jack Harriman. Or should I say Katelin Paulie. Hahahahahahaha. (KatelinP) WAIT!!! Willow!!! The way she had typed pose with those quotation marks around it made me very nervous. What did she mean by that, and by saying "Or should I say Katelin Paulie." What was Willow going to do. I was panicked. Then suddenly my screen flashed a bright white. It was so intense it seemed to fill the room. The whole room seemed to glow white. Then it stopped. I typed back to Willow. (KatelinP) Willow.. Hello? All I got back was: "WillowWitch No such nick/channel" in my chat status box. Willow was gone and I had no way to find her. I waited. After a minute or so I started to think what an idiot I was to get so worked up. Witch huh, poo on that. Probably just some super hacker out to scare me. Despite my self assurances I had a sick sensation in my stomach. Not butterflies, an actual nausea feeling. It was getting stronger and it felt like it was spreading. Then it began to get painful. It was like my insides were shifting around. There was a tickling sensation on my cheek so I reached up and brushed my hair back out of my face. Suddenly what I had just done hit me. "What the hell!!" I reached back and grabbed a hand full of hair. My hair was getting longer. In fact it was growing even as I held it. Not only that but the gray was all gone, and it seemed to be changing color. Once dark brown mixed with gray it seemed to be dark red and getting lighter as it grew thicker and longer. I felt a tingling sensation replace the nausea, as by body began to change. My stomach began to flatten and firm. It felt like the room was getting larger but in fact I was getting smaller. My 6 foot 1 inch frame was compacting. The hair on my legs began to fall out as my legs lengthened and took on a shapely appearance. A similar feeling on my chest told me that my thick chest hair was rapidly becoming a memory too. Not only that but my nipples ached. I rubbed them and felt them grow larger. I could also feel the slight puffing behind the nipples which told me I was starting to grow breasts. My hands were now smaller more dainty with slender fingers whose nails grew longer until they stuck out a little over a quarter of an inch past the ends of each finger. My underwear hung loosely on me as my body became smaller. Even though I felt my hips widening and my ass filling out into a shapely feminine ass, my jockey shorts were still way too big on me. My undershirt too was baggy since I didn't have my beer belly anymore and my broad shoulders and chest had definitely taken on the softness and roundness of a woman's. If I had any doubt that I was changing into a woman it was quickly dispelled as my breasts began to rapidly inflate. At the same time I felt myself getting an erection like I'd never experienced before. I was harder and larger than I had ever been before. When I was fully erect, my member began to shrink. It never lost its hardness, it just got smaller, and smaller, and smaller. My testicles and scrotal sack pulled inward as they changed into my new female sex organs. Leaving behind my newly forming labia. My penis was now tiny and took its place in the folds of flesh as my clitoris. I began to feel my underwear changing. My boxers shrank and changed, becoming a satin thong covering the triangular patch of red hair between my legs. I had become a natural redhead. My undershirt not only tightened but lengthened. The once cotton tee was becoming a tight spandex mini dress with a low cut neckline and openings all around the middle that showed of my slim waist and belly button. There was an itching at my earlobes just before the gold hoops began to grow out of the bottom most hole of my three ear piercings. A pair of diamond and a pair of ruby studs emerged from the other two holes in each lobe. The same itching feeling occurred just before the emergence of the rings, bracelets, necklace, and anklet I now wore. Each like the earrings, they seemed to grow out right through my skin, yet it didn't hurt. Then, without even the "itch" to warn me, a beautiful diamond studded navel ring popped out of my newly pierced navel. With the emergence of the navel ring it suddenly occurred to me that Willow hadn't just turned me into any woman. She turned me into Katelin. That was what she meant when she said I'd never be able to pose as Katelin again. It would be impossible to pose as her, if I was her. As the sensations of the transformation began to subside, I looked around the room. It was the same room but somehow different. The furnishings were more feminine. There were frilly curtains on the windows where before there were only shades. It was a very tasteful room. As my gaze returned to the area by my computer desk I noticed my law school diploma hanging right above the desk as it had since I moved in. The only thing was that it was dated last May and it read Katelin Alicia Paulie. I got up and walked around the house. There was a purse now where my wallet had been. I looked inside and found cosmetics, a ladies wallet, keys, and a brush with red hairs on it. Opening the wallet I found all my ID, credit cards and even my social security card were now in the name of Katelin Paulie. The birth date on my driver's license put me about two months short of my twenty-seventh birthday. I examined the keys and noticed one with a VW stamped on it where my Nissan key should have been. I looked out the window facing the driveway and saw a new Volkswagen Jetta. It was the exact one I had claimed Katelin owned. The license plate read KAP ESQ. Katelin A Paulie, esquire. Moving on to the bedroom I found it too looked like it was decorated by a woman. I found myself liking all the styles and colors. They were ones I would have picked. I realized somehow, I probably had picked them. There was a full length mirror in the corner. I walked towards it trying to keep from seeing myself until I was right up to it. I stepped in front of the mirror. I gasped at the person reflected back at me. It was a variation on the girl from Florida whose pictures I had based Katelin's, now my, looks on. I wasn't exactly her but I was similar. I was a bit taller and I definitely had bigger breasts. Where I figured she was a c cup I was without a doubt a d. My eyes were green like hers but my hair was a deeper red and it looked longer. My waist was slimmer and the face was different too. I looked myself over for the first time and came to a realization. "I'm gorgeous." I said in my new soft feminine voice. I found myself getting excited at hearing my voice. I started to talk to myself, verbalizing my thoughts just so I could hear my new voice. I thought how great I looked in my dress except that I had no shoes. Opening my closet I found it filled with beautiful dresses, business suits, skits, blouses and dozens of pairs of shoes. Most of which were high heels. I pulled out a pair of black pumps with a 3 inch heel that I thought would go well with the beige spandex number I was sheathed in. I slipped into them and noticed how good they made my legs look. I began to walk around. I was a tiny bit unsteady at first but after a minute or two I was walking like I had always worn heels. It dawned on me that I was thinking and reacting differently. Like a woman. Willow must have altered my mind so I would feel natural as a woman. Searching further I found my drawers filled with bras, panties, swimwear, stockings, pantyhose, and nighties. I noticed I now had a vanity filled with cosmetics and perfumes. My briefcase was now a more feminine style. I opened it and found my business cards which showed that I still worked at the same firm, but as Katelin. It was getting very late and I was getting sleepy. I decided to get some rest and worry about the rest of my life in the morning. I turned down the bed, took of the dress, the pumps, and the thong and slipped between the sheets. Before I knew it I was fast asleep As I awoke the next morning I thought to myself what a realistic dream I'd had. Opening my eyes and seeing my femininely decorated bedroom told me it wasn't a dream. My hands began a quick inventory of my body to confirm that fact. As soon as my fingers touched flesh I knew I hadn't dreamed any of it. My soft skin, my breasts, and my womanhood proved it. Taking inventory soon tuned onto a session of self discovery and self pleasure. I spent the rest of the morning learning where all my pleasure zones were and then utilizing them. I was glad it was Saturday so I didn't have to work. After I had exhausted myself from my many orgasms I fell asleep again. The next time I awoke. I slipped on my robe, which I noted was now silk, I had some breakfast, and headed for the computer. I spent the next several hours staring at the bigirls channel. Not chatting, just watching, and waiting. I spent Saturday night and most of Sunday the same way. Willow never returned. When I turned off the PC on Sunday night I knew in my heart I'd never see her online again. I set my alarm and went to bed. The next day was my first time facing the world in my new body. The alarm went off, I got up, showered, applied my makeup, and dressed like I'd been doing it as a girl all my life. I had some cereal and went to the office. Arriving at the office I hesitated before opening the door. I wondered if anyone would recognize me. I was very nervous but remembered that so far everything had seemed so normal. Why should this be any different. I opened the door and stepped inside. "Good morning Ms. Paulie." Jennifer our receptionist greeted me. "How was your weekend?" "Just great Jen." I replied, and started for my office. I stopped and turned back to Jennifer. "Jen, do I look any different to you?" "Not that I notice Ms. Paulie. Is that a new suit?" she responded. "Yes, thank you for noticing." I turned and walked to my office. I sat at my desk and went through my messages. They seemed to all be related to cases I was currently working on, including a confirmation of Mr. Miller's appointment to sign his will this morning. There was one exception. I read the message and then I reread it. Picking up the phone I dialed Jennifer's extension. "Jen, when did this message come in from Carpenter, Kaplan, & Mitchell?" I asked. "At around 9 this morning Ms. Paulie. Is there something wrong?" she said. "Not at all Jen. I was just curious. Please get Mr. Carpenter in the line for me as soon as you can." I requested. "Yes Ms. Paulie." replied Jennifer. I couldn't believe it. A message from Michael Carpenter. I read it over yet again. PLEASE CALL ME AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. WE HAVE MUCH TO DISCUSS. MIKE CARPENTER, CARPENTER, KAPLAN, & MITCHELL 312-773-5648. The reason Michael had called was in reference to the resume "I" had submitted to his firm. He was very impressed with my record and was in need of a new associate. He asked if I would like to come to Chicago to interview for the job. I of course realizing the sheer irony of the situation, made an appointment and interviewed for the position. The interview went so well, I was hired on the spot. I returned to Peoria, submitted my resignation, packed up and moved back to Chicago. It's been three years now. I turn 30 in two weeks. I made junior partner 3 months ago and should make senior partner in two more years. Michael it seems, was taken with more than just my work. We've been having an affair for over two and a half years. Michael's wife, my lovely ex wife Nina, turned out to be quite attracted to me as well. I took it upon myself to introduce her to the world of bisexual lovemaking. She and I have also been having an affair. It'll be two years on my birthday. Neither Michael nor Nina know that I sleep with both of them. I do see other people too. Both men, and woman. Some of the women including my "luvbird" Gretchen, I've met in the bigirls chat room where I'm now a channel Op. I've never ever seen WillowWitch's nick online since the night she dealt her punishment to me. Willow's punishment to me for posing was to turn me into the girl I posed as. I have adjusted to it and actually am enjoying my new life as she had wished me to. But in her punishment Willow, that wise 261 year old witch, graciously gave me a new chance at life, a partnership in Michael's firm, and something I never expected. Something I had wanted since that night I spent in jail for violating the court order. She gave me to opportunity to screw Michael and Nina. I just never expected them to enjoy it so much! The End