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THE WISHING WELL By Jennifer Adams ©Jennifer Adams,1997 Carl and Dave had been friends for as long as they could remember. They met in grammar school when Dave's family moved into the school district where Carl went to school. Now they were in their twenties Dave was married. Carl could never quite get over his shyness with girls and was still not only single but a virgin. Carl always envied Dave's good fortune to find such a wonderful wife as Tracy. He often daydreamed of being with her instead of Dave. He wondered what she looked like under her clothes. In the end he realized that he would be to shy to approach her even if Dave was out of the picture. He knew that if he could just loose his virginity, the experience would help him overcome his shyness. That was the mission impossible and putting the cart before the horse. He would never lose his virginity until he found the courage to approach a woman and get her to allow him carnal knowledge of her. Every year Carl and Dave took off on a two week fishing trip. They were now on their way to a remote lake in the mountains. Not too far from where they lived. After they got to the rented cabin and settled in, they decided to hike around the lake and survey the most lucrative spot. Even though it was close to their homes they had never fished this lake before. They took off walking. It was 6 o'clock. As they walked they talked about local legends that they had heard. As with most remote areas there were all kinds of legends and folk lore about this lake. One of the most intriguing tales was about a wishing well, that when the moon was in the right place in the sky it would cast a glow on a jewel imbedded in the well and at this time all wishes asked would be granted. According to legend it was about a minute until the moon pasted out of view of the jewel. During that minute all wishes would be granted to anyone who was in earshot of the well and once the moon moved away it would not be in the right position again for another year. The thing was, it moved around and only appeared on that one night. Unfortunately, no one had ever found this fabled well, at least not recently. As they continued their trek, they had to walk way out away from the lake at times in order to avoid the thick under brush. It was during one of these times that they found themselves lost. As they tried to find their way back to the water they only wound up walking in circles. The problem was that it was now dusk and too dark to navigate well. They should've brought flashlights, but they didn't think it would take this long to walk around the lake. It seemed as though they were getting farther and farther away from the water. They had gone quite some distance, when Dave tripped over something in the darkness and tumbled down a small hill. "Dave! Are you okay?" Carl called after him. Dave moaned briefly and answered, "Yeah, but my toe hurts like hell. What did I trip on?" Carl started clearing away the brush and came upon a stone. He soon discovered that his first assumption was wrong. It wasn't a stone, it was several. In fact, it was something made of stone. "It looks like a building of some kind," Carl said, as Dave climbed up to join him. They looked at what was reviled by Carl's efforts and Carl said, "Hey! you don't suppose..." "I doubt it, but it might be. Let's clear it out and see," Dave interjected. They began to finish what Carl had started. Soon, before them stood a wishing well. They looked all over it to see if they could find the jewel, they even looked inside, figuring that for the moon to only be in the right position, the jewel must be in there. It was too dark to tell if it was in there or not. "Sod it! We'll have to look in the daylight," Dave said, "it's too damn dark now." They gave up trying to find the jewel and turned their attention back to the problem at hand. Trying to find a way back to the cabin. Dave sat down and leaned against the well and Carl soon joined him. "Without a flashlight we'll never find our way back. Neither one of us knows this are well enough to navigate it by night. We're just going to have to sit here until it gets light enough to see," Dave said, with much dejection. "Yeah, I guess we should've waited until morning to do this," Carl said and Dave agreed. They sat for a while in silence both trying to doze off a little. After quite some time they realized that was not going to happen. They tried talking about different things to keep their minds off of their situation, but they always ended up going back to the fact that it was stupid to have left on a hike without at least taking a flashlight. In an attempt to change the subject Dave said, "What if this really were that wishing well?" "Man, that's only a myth. It would be pretty cool if it were actually true and that this was it," Carl said. He looked at his watch and used the display light to read it. It was 3 am. As they talked the cloud cover began to break up a little and the moon peered through the clouds. They were so engrossed in this new topic that neither one noticed. Dave said, "If it were real, the first thing I'd wish for would be a lantern." Unnoticed to them, the moon continued it nightly trek across the sky in a path that it had followed a year earlier. Putting it in just the right position to shed its light down into the well, for the first time in many years, with the well now being cleared of Debris. "No doubt, man. Then I'd wish to have a beautiful girl right here with me. One that looked like Christina Applegate, only with bigger tits, and dressed in the teeniest white lycra bikini," Carl said. "That'd be cool, but you'd still have a hard time talking to her." "I'd thought of that. My next wish would be for her to obey my every desire. Whether she wanted to or not. Then it wouldn't matter what she thought of me. Of course, she'd need an identity... perhaps Rhonda Wells," Carl grinned. "Yeah, but how old?" "Perpetually 19." "Well I'm happy with Tracy. I'd have to think of something else to wish for," Dave said. "Yeah, you're pretty lucky Davey boy. She's quite a woman. Sometimes I wished you weren't with her so I could have her..." Carl trailed off, thinking that this was one of those times. "Well I'm glad to have her. And I doubt that she'd have anything to do with you as along as I'm around." "True, but as long as we're wishing, I might as well wish big, right? I'd wish for her too." "Getting a little greedy aren't we?" "Well, it's just for fun. It's not like it could ever really happen. I guess I'm just a little jealous of you," Carl thought. 'I wish Dave became the Christina Applegate look a like, so I could have Tracy.' He also wished that Dave would still remember being Dave so he could be the one watching Carl get the girl this time. Too bad it's not real, or perhaps it good that it's not. Suddenly, Dave felt something in his hand. He looked down and found that he was now holding a lantern. He pushed a switch and it emitted a bright beam. In the glow, a look of awe crossed his face. They turned just in time to see the last illumination leave the jewel inside the well. At the same time, two things happened. First Carl got a horrified look on his face, and second, Dave began to feel some pretty weird things in his body. Carl said, "Oh shit! Dave I'm really sorry." "For what?" By this time he was feeling a tingling all over his body. He looked at Carl in confusion. "Man, I didn't think it was real. I didn't think it would really happen," Carl was frantic. "What?! Man, you're talking in riddles." Dave was having a hard time concentrating on what Carl was saying, since he was now feeling a little nauseous. He felt like his whole body was being compressed. Like he was being squeezed into a smaller package. "I didn't think it would turn you into a girl. I wished that you would become a Christina Applgate look a like with bigger tits, so I could have a girl now. Man, I'm sorry. I was just screwing around. I didn't think my wish would come true..." Carl continued, but Dave was no longer paying attention to him. He was too caught up in his transformation. He felt his whole body just shrink. Then through the tingling, he felt his hips widen, then his waist narrow, then he felt his manhood begin to shrink. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Nor could he believe that Carl had wished it. Well... okay... maybe he could see how Carl had wished it. Besides, how was Carl to know that his wish would come true. What were the odds that they would find the well that no one else could find, and just happened to be on the right night and here at the right time. Instead of being angry at Carl he was intrigued by what was happening to him. He was turning into a girl! He had always wondered what it would be like to be a girl, he guessed that now he would get to find out. He reached into his pants and felt with his hand the dwindling appendage that was once his manhood. Then all at once, as his penis completely disintegrated, all his outer clothes just disappeared, leaving him standing in his undershorts and cotton T-shirt. Then he felt the tingling intensify in his chest. He looked down to see the front of his T-shirt begin to expand in the area of his now shrunken chest. Two dark nipples poked through the thin material. Then he felt his shorts begin to shrink on him, the now oversized shorts became more form fitting and the leg holes shank up closer to the waistband. The T-shirt also began to shrink. The sleeves moved up over his now feminine shoulders as the neckline widened to meet the shrinking sleeves. The bottom crept slowly upwards to meet the neckline in the center of his newly formed cleavage. Meanwhile, the legs of his reforming undershorts continued moving closer together, especially in the rear. They then slid into the soft fold between the cheeks of his expanded buttocks. Then lace began to grow out from back of the waist band to cover his exposed buttocks, but not completely. The sleeves and shoulders of the T-shirt had become spaghetti straps and the rest had formed a single band that wrapped around his chest and back with a cut out in the cleavage. It now barely contained his ample breasts. Looking down he had to admit that they were quite a bit larger that the model he had been patterned after. He looked at his once big, strong hands and saw that they were now dainty and capped with long painted talons. He couldn't be sure of the color since the lighting was so poor. He felt a strap around his slender arm near his elbow and saw that it was attached to a purse. He somehow knew that it contained his new identity, along with a few cosmetics. Suddenly, he knew that he was a she and her name was now Rhonda. Rhonda Jane Wells and she was now nineteen. She looked over at Carl, whose look had changed from horror of turning his best friend into a sex goddess, into a look of lust. Before she could react, she noticed that her body was moving with a mind of its own. She was untying the straps of her top. Carl's look was mixed with lust and disgust. She tried to stop herself but it was no use. She was going to strip for Carl whether she wanted to or not. Definitely the latter! "Wait! What are you doing?" Carl demanded, but she couldn't answer. She just continued to gyrate and seductively unhook her top. She teasingly danced, showing just a little more of her now magnificent breasts. Then she dropped the top to the ground. "Stop!" Carl again demanded. She continued by hefting her breasts and pushing them together and lifting them up and forward. "Stop! Damn it! You have to obey me!" Still she went on, slowly sliding her panties down around her hips, getting lower as she went and then pulling them back up. By this time Carl was really getting aroused, but made one more feeble attempt to keep his best friend from revealing his new sex. "Why won't you respond to my commands?" Now he was a little concerned and really did want to know why. They were both a little startled at the sound of the sultry and feminine voice that spilled from the lips that had once only spoken in a baritone. It was a sweet, soft soprano. Almost too high pitched, making her sound like an airhead. "I obey your desire. Not your commands." It was breathy like a woman in heat. With that, she slid her panties down around her ankles and stepped out of them with one foot. She lifted them with the other and twirled them around her ankle. Carl couldn't help but look at her pussy, which had opened slightly as she raised her leg. Then she flung the panties at him. He caught them. She kicked off her high heeled sandals and Danced around naked for a few minutes. Carl reached to the front of his pants and adjusted his stiffening dick. She looked at his crotch and could feel herself getting aroused. Suddenly, to both of their surprise, she dropped to her knees in front of him and reached out and unzipped his zipper. At first, his shock caused him to just stand and look as his, now feminine friend, was pulling his dick out and rubbing it in her hands. He regained his composure and said, "No! wait! I'm not going to let you do this." He tried to push her away, but it was no use. She was determined. "You really want to suck me?" Before she could answer, she took his dick in her mouth and tried to talk around it, since she wasn't going to get her mouth off it. "I hant helf it," was all she could manage before her tongue and lips began to move on their own and started to suck her friend to orgasm. "Look, I'm really sor..." was all Carl could say in response. She was good, even if it wasn't her talent. As she sucked, she contemplated the strange turn of events that brought her to be in this position. It was odd, just a few minutes ago she was a married man, now she was a cock-sucking slut. How was she going to explain this to her wife. 'Honey? I'm sorry, I became the woman who ruined our marriage?' She could feel Carl's hips begin to buck and could taste his precum. She tried as hard as she could to pull that thing out of her mouth but she couldn't move a muscle. Except, to greedily suck. Finally, He could hold it no longer and exploded in the poor captives mouth. Again, her mouth, tongue, and throat betrayed her. In her mind, she got sick as she felt a salty, slimy substance slid down her throat. She kept sucking until she got every last drop. She stood up and spoke, "Yuck! That's disgusting! Carl, don't worry. I'm not angry with you. Hell, I might have done the same thing. We had no idea that it was real. What we have to do now is to figure out what to do next." They both turned and looked at the well. The moonlight was moving away from it and they saw just in time to see the jewel's glow fading to black. "Shit! Now I'm stuck like this for a year," she whined. "Yeah, if we can find the well in a year," Carl answered. They both just sat down for a moment to let it all sink in. Even though, it was Carl's wish, he wasn't too sure that he liked it. Even if the beautiful blonde was incredibly sexy. It was still, really Dave. 'Uh-oh!' he thought when he remembered the rest of his wish. As good as it had sounded at the time, now he felt sick about it. He got a pained look on his face. He was very ashamed of himself for wishing for Tracy. Wasn't Dave his best friend? Didn't he stick by him when everyone else left? No matter what he'd done? And now he was going to get Dave's wife, and what was worse, he'd turned poor Dave into a fuckbunny. Dave or Rhonda saw the look on Carl's face and asked what was wrong. "Dave, it's not bad enough that I turned you into a hot babe and a slave to my desire, I'm going to get your wife too." He was almost in tears. "Well, as the terms of your wish that is very true." Rhonda knew that Tracy only barely tolerated Carl for her husband's sake and that she wouldn't even talk to him otherwise. She looked down at her still naked form. She was now quite female where she'd been male minutes ago. "I'm sure you'll make her very happy in my absence." This comment made Carl all the more upset and he turned away from her. "What's the matter Carl? How could you have known that stupid thing would make me your sex slave?" "Dave... I mean Rhonda... I know your going to hate me now. I wished for you to become my slave girl so I could be with Tracy. There I said it. I'm sorry..." She jumped in. "Carl, it was a fantasy. You didn't know that it would really happen. Did you?" "Oh, no! I didn't." He wiped a tear from his eye. "Look at me. Crying like a school girl. I should be in your shoes. Some big macho man I am." "There they are over there if you want to wear them." She pointed to the high heels still on the ground a few feet away. "Carl, what's done is done. We didn't know that this would happen. Now we have to just deal with it." "I suppose you're right. You still haven't gotten dressed?" "I couldn't. You desired me to be naked. Every time I tried to get up to get dressed, I just couldn't motivate myself to do it." She looked at her nakedness. "Don't you feel self conscious?" "Very, but there's nothing I can do about it." She stood up in front of him. Suddenly, she felt an urge to suck him again. She didn't have to look, she knew he was getting hard. She dropped down to all fours and reached out a hand to unzip his zipper. She freed his rigidity. Just before it filled her mouth, she said, "Here we go agai... hmmmf" Carl looked at the blonde head in his crotch. He just shook his head. He was almost as powerless as she was. He gently rubbed her head and said, "I really wish I could undo this." He glanced back down and saw that it didn't work. Then he noticed her ass. As she sucked his member he stared at her ass. A feeling began to come over him. As she sucked, she was suddenly aware of an aching in her crotch. Without control, her hips lowered her venus mound all the way to the ground, then began to gyrate. Causing her mound to be massaged by the grass. It tickled and started feeling really good. She felt like her new pussy was craving something and she reluctantly knew what it was. Carl watched her ass lower so that her pussy was on the ground. He became more aroused as he watched her grind. He wanted to fuck her, but he just couldn't bring himself to want it totally. Again, her body began to move on its own. She pulled back away from Carl and his dick made a pop as it freed itself from her mouth, which still very badly wanted to keep it. Then she moved to sit on the ground and laid back with her hips up, causing her pussy to be thrust into the air. Now it began to really ache with desire. Like it or not, she had to have him inside her. She could feel her cunt begin to spasm in anticipation. Her tits fell back against her chin. Carl just stood there looking at his former friend with her cunt in the air. She was grinding it in a most inviting way. He could see her juices uncontrollably leaking down her crack, glistening in the moonlight. She looked so tempting and so inviting, but it was Dave. Wasn't it bad enough that he made him a her, now he was going to fuck her as well? He looked at her eyes and could see, not only lust but fear and repulsion. He said, "Don't worry Dave, I will resist the temptation." He could hear her softly moaning. The longer he resisted the more painful the ache in her cunt got. It got to the point where it was excruciating. She screwed up all the control she had left and spoke. "Carl, you have to take me. I need it. Whether we like it or not, you have to have sex with me... arrrgh h...h... My pussy is aching for your cock... mmmm... I need it in me.... you have to... have to... do me." With that Carl, who was still hard, undid his belt and pants and let them drop to his ankles. Then he dropped to his knees in between her legs. He was a little unsure of himself, being a virgin and all. She sensed this and raised her aching cunt to the tip of his dick. It sent shudders through her body. She looked up at him and said, "Yes, oh please hurry... I feel like... I'm going to... burst!" With that he just let himself sink comfortably into her. She bit her lip as she felt a slight pain. She was also a virgin. Then the pain was gone and pleasure filled her. "Uhhhhhh...mmm!" was all she could say. 'Great!' she thought. 'He wants a moaner,' and she moaned again. The feeling was incredible. In only a couple moments, he had quickened his pace. Her pleasure heightened. She hoped he would satisfy her. Suddenly she felt him explode inside her. At the same moment she had her first female orgasm. It felt like she was going to turn herself inside out. She screamed in ecstasy while Carl grunted his orgasm. As they lay there panting, it struck Carl to kiss her. He tried to resist kissing his friend. He looked over at her and her mouth was slowly moving as to invite him to kiss her. Finally, she said, "Do it Carl. My body aches to satisfy your every desire. Kiss me, please." He did. Finally, Carl was satisfied, which in turn satisfied Rhonda's body. Now she was able to regain control. She stood and began to dress in the only clothes she had to wear. The white thong bikini. She fastened the top around her ribs and lifted the straps over her shoulder. Then she pulled the bottoms up her legs. Before she pulled them into her crotch she stuck her hand there to feel what was running down her leg. It was gooey and sticky. "Yuck!" she thought a minute and added, "I can't believe I swallowed this stuff." Carl just looked at her as he fastened his belt. "Look, Dave... Rhonda... or what ever you want to be called. I'm really sorry, and if there was any way I could trade with you I would...." "Carl!" He looked at her. She went on, "I don't want you to apologize anymore. I know you're sorry. There is nothing either of us can do right now accept to deal with this. It doesn't matter how it happened. I'm stuck like this until that well shows itself again. I'm not happy about being your personal sex slave, but we can't change that now. I'm just going to have to live with it. Okay?" "Okay, but I just can't help but feel guilty. It's my fault that you're a fuck bunny and soon I'm going to be sleeping with you wife, you know?" "Yeah, I know, but someone might as well satisfy her. I'm a little short on the right equipment to do it myself. Why don't we get out of here and get some sleep." They took the lantern and began walking. It was almost half an hour before they found the water again. Now the sun was beginning to come up. So it was getting easier to find their way. They finally made it back to the cabins around eight. As they walked up to their cabin, several guys gawked at Rhonda in her tiny bikini. She became very aware that their eyes were watching the new way her ass moved as she walked. When they got into the cabin, neither one was in any condition to do anything but go to bed. Rhonda went into her room and it was empty. The single bed was still stripped, the way it had been when they had gotten there. All of the clothes she had brought with her were gone. She ran into Carl's room and it was as he'd left it. Carl was now only wearing his underwear and sitting on his single bed. "Carl, something's wrong. All my stuff is gone." He just sat and looked at her a minute. Then he looked around his room. He saw an unfamiliar suitcase and some unfamiliar clothes hanging in the doorless closet. "I think that we are sharing a room." She too looked around the room and found the foreign stuff. "It's not my suitcase. Mine was dark blue and it was a little smaller. That one is pale pink with flowers on it." "Pink for girls? And don't women take more on a trip than men do?" Carl replied. She walked over and opened it. It was full of lingerie and a couple of other bikinis. She looked closer at the new clothes in the closet and found them to be dresses. She took one out and held against her body. It had a deep neckline and the skirt was short. It looked like something a hooker would wear. She looked at a couple of others. There was a school girl outfit and a poodle skirt and a French maid's outfit. They were all stereotype sex clothing. There was a ballerina outfit, complete with a tutu. A cheerleader outfit with 'RHONDA' embossed on the skirt. There was even an adult sized little girl's dress with a small teddybear in the pocket of the skirt. On the floor of the closet were shoes to go with the costumes. Saddle shoes, high heels, Maryjanes, and sandals. Then she saw a pair of harem shoes. Looking up, she found a belly Dancer's costume. "This is too much. I'm going to bed." "Good idea," Carl said, pulling the covers over him. She turned to go back into the other room and make the bed. As she crossed the floor she almost tripped. She thought it was odd because she had walked back from the woods in heels as though she'd always worn them. She looked down and found what looked like a dog collar. She picked it up and looked at it. "No way," she said. She started to toss it across the room, but her hand wouldn't release it. Try as she might, her hand just would not let go of it. Then to her horror, her arms took on a mind of their own again and raised it to her neck. They reached behind her neck and fastened it around her neck. Then they began removing her bikini and heels. She stood naked wearing only the collar. By now, she just had to see what she looked like. She walked over to the full length mirror and stared in awe and the woman she'd become. She did look a lot like Christina Applegate, but more like a sister. 'At least,' she thought, 'I'm not a carbon copy.' Of course, her breasts were much larger, but there were other subtle differences as well. Her eyes were a little more almond shaped, giving them a bedroom look and her lips were a little fuller. At a glance one might think she was Christina, it must have used Carl's image of her to create the pattern. She reached a delicate hand, capped with red talons, to her now altered crotch. It still seemed odd not to have her male appendage there. Then she hefted her breasts. Luckily, he didn't give unrealistically large breasts. judging from Tracy's bras and sizes, she guessed them to be about D cups. The nipples were large and inviting. Instantly they shriveled and she felt warmth in her groin. She was tuning herself on. She still had a man's mind. In time that would most likely change, but for now... She decided to turn in before she had a problem. She headed for the other room once again, but couldn't seem to go through the door of Carl's room. She turned to look at him, already asleep in the bed. Something on the floor caught her eye. It was a large oval throw rug. The kind dogs usually sleep on. Only this one was big enough for a grown woman her size to lay on. She noticed that it too was embossed. 'Rhonda' it said. 'No!' she thought. 'I'm not sleeping on a rug like a dog or a... slave.' It sunk in what she had just thought. Reluctantly, she went and laid on the rug. It was as uncomfortable as it had promised to be, but she was too tired to care anymore. Sleep mercifully took her quickly. Dave woke slowly. He had been dreaming of strange things. He had been changed into Carl's dream girl, sex slave. 'Weird!' he thought. He stretched and rubbed his eyes. An errant thought came to mind. 'Why do women rub their eyes when they wake up? Answer: because they don't have any balls to scratch.' He chuckled at that. As the action often accompanies the thought, he reached down to scratch his balls. His hand moved to where his balls were, but instead of his scrotum, his finger found a slit and slipped into it. 'What?!' his mind screamed. He sat blot upright and his eyes opened wide. He immediately felt motion on his chest. He looked at they area in question. He had to look between twin mounds on his tiny chest. "Shit! It wasn't a dream!" He brought his tiny hands up to cup the large mounds of flesh which now adorned his chest. "I really am a girl!" Her thoughts were interrupted by pressure in her bladder. She got up and ran to the bathroom still holding her bouncing breasts. When she was finished, she looked in the mirror. She was a sight to behold. Gingerly, she walked back to the bedroom. Carl's bed was empty. She started to turn towards the closet, but a sudden urge turned her back to the bed. She walk over to it and made it. Being sure to tuck the sheets in around the mattress, just the way Carl liked it. She wondered how she knew that, but then again, she knew that Carl's wish made her a slave to his desires. She guessed that meant in all things. After making the bed, she was able to go and get dressed. She opened her suitcase and thumbed through her underwear options. She thought she'd just go with something simple and reached for a pair of white cotton panties. Try as she might, she just couldn't seem to close her fingers around them. Instead, her hand dug deeper and pulled out a lacy black pair. She sighed and pulled them up her slender legs and positioned them on her hips. She liked the way they looked on her. After all, she was still a man deep down. Then she found and put on the matching bra. With her hands acting on their own again, she took out a garter belt and black seemed stockings and put them on. She then went to the closet to select an outfit. The only thing she could make her hand reach for was the maid's outfit. "Guess I'm a maid today," she sighed and took it out of the closet. She took it off the hanger and began by put on the petticoat, then the dress, which was cut so low that her deep plunge bra nearly showed and there was no hiding her cleavage. It also barely concealed her stocking tops when she was standing straight up. She put on the lace trimmed apron, matching cuffs and cap, after arranging her hair in a bun. Her leather collar was replaced with a lacy white one that matched the apron as well. Lastly, she put on the black patent leather pumps with 5" heels. She looked around the room. Even in the ridiculously high heels on, she was still shorter than she had been as a man. She picked up another pink flowered case and took out some make up. she stood in front of the mirror and applied it flawlessly. When she was finished, she looked beautiful. Even she had to admit that. She turned and picked up Carl's dirty clothes and put them in the corner. Then she walked out of the bedroom. She marveled at how well she walked in heels and how her hips now moved as she walked. She walked to the window and looked out at the lake longingly. She wished that she could go fishing like she had come up here to do, but she just couldn't seem to focus on doing that. She wanted to, but it just felt impossible somehow. She saw Carl sitting on the dock with a pole in his hand and a tackle box beside him. Suddenly, she felt another urge. Once again losing control of her body as it aimed to satisfy Carl's desire, she walked to the kitchen and prepared two grilled cheese sandwiches and a cup of tomato soup and a bottle of beer. She placed them on a tray and walked to the door. She didn't want to go but couldn't stop herself from walking out into the afternoon sunlight. She felt ridiculous dressed as a French maid, but she had no choice in the matter. She could see other men near by and they were looking at her. She could tell that they were undressing her with their eyes. She knew what she looked like. Hell, if she still had a dick it would have gotten hard at the sight of her in this outfit. She continued her trek to the dock. Carl looked up at her and then turned away in shame. He still had a hard time looking at the woman that his friend had become. That's why he quietly sneaked out of the cabin with out waking her. He stared at her laying naked on that rug for a long time this morning. She was asleep so he didn't have to see the discomfort and disgust in her eyes. She was incredibly beautiful. When he saw her walking down to the dock dressed like a maid, it was too much to think that not only had he turned his best friend into a woman but his desires were humiliating her as well. He could see the embarrassment in her eyes while she was still a long way off. After setting his lunch down, she thought that she could just go back to the house and hide. To both of their surprise, she sat down next to him and handed him each sandwich and the soup as he was ready for them. He couldn't help but stare at her legs encased in black nylon. He wanted to touch them, but he was afraid that she might get mad. He knew that she would let him no matter how she felt, but he didn't want to make it harder on her than it already was. While he was still thinking, she reached over and took his hand and placed it on her leg and moved it slowly back and forth. They both looked at each other with mild astonishment. Finally, Carl found his voice and said, "Sorry." Her look became softer and she said, "Don't be. I know what I look like. I'm sure it's hard for you to look at me in this outfit and not want to have sex with me right here in the open." Then she whispered, "I'm getting ready for you." He just looked at her, stunned. She continued, "It's okay. It feels good for me too. As I get used to it, I'm sure that I'll really like it." She cleaned up his fishing equipment and took his hand and lead him back to the cabin. He didn't have to tell her that he wanted her more than fishing at that moment. She knew because her panties were soaking wet and her nipples were so hard that they felt like they were going to pop. They spent the rest of the afternoon in bed... and on the kitchen table, and the sofa and the spare bed, on floor of almost every room in the cabin. As many times as she could get him hard again. They did stop long enough for her to serve him dinner and then for her to eat a couple bites herself, and a couple bites was all she could eat until she was full. 'Must be watching my girlish figure,' she thought. Then they went right back to more sex. By the time they finally fell asleep, they were both exaughsted. The next morning she was up at 4am, she took a quick shower and donned the cheerleader outfit. She made him breakfast and he left for the lake. After he left, she took the outfit off and got back in the shower, only this time she spent much more time. She saved her legs, underarms, and her pubic hair, all of it. Then she got out of the shower and powdered her entire body. She dried her hair and brushed it out thoroughly. Then she put it up in ponytails. Next, she applied make up in minimal amounts. Mostly shades of pink. She was surprised at how adept she now was at make up, shaving and hair care. She then moved into the bedroom and sat on the bed. She looked herself over. Gently, she began to explore her new form. As she reached her breasts she paid special attention to her large nipples. As she gently rubbed them she found their sensitivity, as a slight tickling sensation generated around them and seemed to radiate into the surrounding tissue. Then she began to feel it between her legs as well. She slowly worked her way down her stomach and to her hairless mound. Just massaging the mound was sexually stimulating. She slowly moved her fingers down to the outer folds of her new pussy. The thrill heightened. Then she gently rubbed the vulva that slightly protruded between the outer lips. It made her toes curl. She softly applied pressure and felt them part to give access to her inner sex. With each stroke the feelings intensified. Suddenly, she felt her nerves explode with orgasmic pleasure. She continued pressing until her fingers slide into her slick hole. As they penetrated her whole body shuddered. She began slowly moving her fingers around inside her pussy. The things she felt were indescribable. Soon she shuddered in yet another climax. She lay there panting for several minutes. Finally, she was able to regain her composure and stood up, feeling slightly dizzy. She made her way to the bathroom and cleaned up. Then she went and sat on the sofa and began to remove her nail polish. Then she painted her finger and toe nails three coats of light pink. Then she went to the closet and took out the school girl outfit and put it on. Once again she felt ridicules. She then went about cleaning the cabin and started lunch for Carl and herself. She knew that he would be back in a couple of hours since the fishing wasn't usually too good during the heat of the day. She was sure that was when he would use her to occupy his time. This set the stage for the rest of the week. Carl fished while she primped and prepared for his return. Then she would use her body to occupy his time until the fish were biting again. She slept on her rug at night and got up before Carl so she could serve him a good breakfast before he left. All this was done on autopilot if you will. The man she was, just going along for the ride. Dave was still in control of her mind but her body controlled itself when it came to pleasing Carl. Finally, as with all good things, the fishing trip came to an end and they were in the car heading back to civilization. Good? You might ask. Yes good. Now Dave turned Rhonda would have to face the world he's left and see what became of it. In the mountains he didn't have to worry about too many people seeing what he had become, but in the city... Poor Rhonda sat in the passenger seat with her stomach in knots. She sat looking down at the rise and fall of her now expanded chest and wondered how it was going to be when they got back to town. She knew that as part of the wish she would have to help her best friend become her wife's lover. She also knew that she had no choice in the matter. Her body would take over and do all that for her. 'Damn that Carl!' she thought and she looked at what she was wearing. That was going to be a sight, her walking into her old house in a lycra body suite and a micro-mini skirt, heels and make up and confronting Tracy. She twisted her hair in her fingers as she fretted. All too soon, they pulled up in front of Dave and Tracy's house. Rhonda got out of the car and straightened the hem of her skirt. She took a deep breath and felt her breasts heave. She sighed and walked to the door. Carl stayed a couple of steps behind her, ready to bolt if Tracy's reaction warranted it. He would just leave Rhonda there and come back and get her later in that case. Rhonda slid her key in the door and was a little surprised that it still fit. She turned it and opened the door. She screwed up her courage and walked in, Carl stepped in behind her. Tracy was sitting in a chair reading a book, she took off her glasses and looked at them. "Well hello. How was your trip, you two?" She winked. "It was ok," Rhonda said, a little confused. "Don't I look different to you?" Tracy looked at her for a moment, she got a look of concentration on her face and said, "Hey! wait a minute. I don't know why, but I thought you were my room mate." It all started coming back to her. She turned to Carl and said, "Where's Dave?" Carl just looked down at the ground. "Tracy, I know this is going to be hard to believe but I'm Dave... or rather I used to be." Tracy looked at her. "Huh?" was all she could manage. Rhonda then preceded to explain what happened on their trip and how it was all an accident. For the moment she left out the part about Carl getting her. Tracy was about to tell them that the joke was over, when she looked at the look on Carl's face. Then suddenly a feeling came over her and she just knew that it was true. "So, now what?" Tracy asked. Carl was still too remorsed to speak. Rhonda said, "Well, first I'd like for you to try Carl out..." Tracy suddenly found herself getting aroused. Rhonda continued. "Then we need to figure out living arrangements for the next year. Then..." She trailed off and took Tracy's hand and placed it in Carl's. Carl finally spoke. "You don't have to do this." "Like any of us have a choice?" Rhonda retorted. Tracy was just looking dreamily into Carl's eyes. Rhonda gently pushed then toward the bedroom. Carl took the hint and led Tracy out of the livingroom. Tracy's hand swung back and knocked over a glass of water that she had sitting on the end table. "Don't worry you two, I'll get that," Rhonda said. After a little while, Rhonda began to feel drawn to the bedroom as well. She opened the door and they were laying on the bed, still naked. Their bodies still messy from their encounter. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was supposed to do. She crawled between Tracy's legs and got to work. As the months passed, they all settled into their new roles. When Rhonda wasn't pleasing Carl, she was pleasing Tracy since it was Carl's desire that Rhonda obey Tracy's desires as well. It was finally coming up on the time when they could find the well. The three of them went back to the lake. This time, Rhonda was in the other bedroom but still slept on her rug. After a year she had finally gotten used to it enough to get a good night's sleep. On the night when the moon would be right, Tracy went with Rhonda to search for the well. Carl stayed at the cabin, he felt that he had caused enough trouble for a life time and didn't want to add to the mess. The women made their way along the shore. At the spot that looked familiar to Rhonda, they turned away from the water. Finally, they found it. They chatted as they waited for the right time. They talked about how good it would be to have Dave back. Rhonda couldn't quite figure out why but Tracy seemed a little distant. Perhaps she was going to miss their new life a little. Rhonda got up and looked at the moon, then at the well. The jewel was beginning to glow with the first trickle of moon light. "It's time," Rhonda said. Tracy got up and stood next to the blonde in the thong bikini. As the jewel glowed brightly, Rhonda spoke. "I wish I were..,." She suddenly trailed off. Then her voice took on a strange quality and she continued where she'd left off. "An adorable little girl and Tracy was my mommy and Carl was my daddy, but I would still be like Rhonda and keep that name." She looked at Tracy stunned. All Tracy could say was, "I'm sorry." Rhonda felt her body begin to shrink. She felt her breasts recede and her height as well. Soon Tracy towered over her. Her bikini shrunk along with her and her heels turned into little girl's swimming shoes. Just before she shrunk past the top of the well, she could see the glow of the jewel fading. When she finally stopped shrinking, she was the size of a four year old. Tracy reached down and took the toddler's hand. As she did, Rhonda noticed a new wedding ring on Tracy's finger. Tracy said, "Come on, Baby. Daddy is waiting for us." As Rhonda moved her legs faster in order to keep up with Tracy, Tracy explained, "As much as I wanted Dave back, I really enjoyed being with Carl and I really desired for you to be our daughter instead. I hope you will come to like it." Rhonda just plodded along behind her new mommy. She would, she knew, she didn't have any choice but to obey Tracy and Carl's desires for her to be a happy little girl. FIN