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AUTHOR'S NOTE: It is recommended you read the story "Goddess", by my good friend Cheyenne Chaste Moon, before reading this story. This will help you comprehend the Goddess character, and allow you to know what she and Roy were talking about. It is available at her Web site: moonscape.web1000.com/ ROY'S SAGA by Roy Del Frink Chapter One: THE ORIGINS It all started one Friday night last year. I was 23 years old, and had just finished reading Cheyenne Chaste Moore's story "Goddess". Boy, that was a great story, I thought. Number Twelve will finally learn what it's like to be a woman, something I'd often been curious about. I only wish I knew what happened with Number Thirteen... I fell asleep. About 3AM, I heard a pleasing, soothing, heavenly voice. "Wake up. Do not be alarmed. It is Godess. I come in peace." I woke up with a start. There she was, standing at the foot of my bed. It was Goddess, alright. Just like in the story, she was about 5'6", with light brown hair down to her shoulders. Her unmistakably feminine body had a creamy-white complexion, sensuous pink lips, equally sensuous and pink nipples, and unbelievable measurements of 100-17-36. She had a big smile on her face, as if she had a permanent grin. She was gorgeous! "Oh Godess, what do wish of this mere mortal?" "I have come at the request of your friend, William Roberts. Now she is known as Number Thirteen." Oh yeah, William Roberts, my old freshman-year college roommate. We'd done some crazy things, but I hadn't seen him for a few years. It was almost as if he'd vanished from the face of the - SHE?! "Goddess, what have you done to him?" "Fear not, Roy. He was chosen as Number Thirteen right after you finished your freshman year. The story is true. I told it to Cheyenne in a dream. It was a sermon, a warning to mankind. I wished Number Thirteen to follow the example of Number Twelve. He proved just as pure of heart as Number Twelve was. For this, I have spared man from destruction. I wished to reward Number Thirteen, but she felt life with her companion was reward enough, so I decided to reward one of his good friends. Congratulations Roy. You shall be rewarded. You shall also be rewarded for not touching me at first sight. Number Eight could not help touching me. He was almost killed for that. But you will be rewarded richly." A gift from Goddess? That was nice of her. "What kind of reward, Oh Goddess?" "I will grant you one desire. You will be as you wish to be." "Oh Goddess, I wish I knew what it was like to be a woman." "Your choice pleases me. You could have asked for eternal youth, great wealth, worldwide fame, or lots of women. But instead, you wished to understand those women. I have always liked men who truly respected, even desired to be, females. It shall be granted." She reached out her arms, rubbed her oh-so-creamy nipples, and touched my body. "As a reward for not touching me, I will allow you to control your wish. You shall be given powers, to be seen as you wish to be seen. The next two words you hear from mortal lips will be your 'in' words, and the next two you hear after that will be your 'out' words. I must go now, Roy. The universe needs to be watched over." With that, Goddess disappeared. 'In' words? 'Out' words? What was Goddess talking about? Oh, well. I turned in, and fell asleep. In my dreams, I imagined what kind of woman I'd like to be. Since my 6'4" body's back hurt whenever I bent down, I wanted to be shorter, maybe 5'6". My brown hair and hazel eyes didn't feel right on my dream woman; I'd have rather had blonde hair and green eyes. I also wanted a gorgeous body, about 18 years in appearance, with measurements of 34B-22-37. I woke up refreshed the next morning. I was home alone, so I decided to watch some TV. I turned on the set to MTV, which was showing Barnes & Barnes's video for "Fish Heads". You know the words: "Fish head, fish heads/ Roly-poly fish heads/ Fish heads, fish heads/ Eat them up, yum." I hate that dumb song. As soon as the TV said "Fish -", I decided to watch VH1 instead. They were showing an episode of "Where Are They Now?" "- Styx," the announcer said. Yuck! I hate Styx. I turned the TV off. Suddenly, I felt something different. My body started to shrink. My Adam's apple and prostate gland both got smaller and smaller until they were gone. My hair grew longer, down to my waist, and it bleached right before my eyes. My face changed; I felt my cheekbones migrate upwards, and my nose turn smaller and cuter. My irises also felt strange, like they were changing color. My muscles started to lose mass, especially on my upper torso. My waist got smaller, as the body fat on my belly migrated upward to my chest, and downward to my hips and butt. My manly member turned itself inside- out, and I felt my testicles move into my body. A new opening was forming on my crotch. After a couple minutes, I stared at myself in a mirror. I was now a woman, with exactly the body from my dreams! So that's what wish Goddess had granted me. Now that I was a woman, I decided to show new self to the world. Since I was totally naked, I needed to get dressed. Thankfully, I had more than enough T-shirts and jeans to go around. (The jeans were a little tight on my hips, but I would have to deal with that.) Then I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, and it was my mother. "Hot dog! Roy finally found himself a girlfriend!" Uh oh. I felt a new change go through my body. My breasts contracted into my torso. My muscles swelled up more quickly than a champion weight- builder's. A large lump formed in my throat, and started to swell. My cheekbones sagged, and my nose got larger. I felt a new organ forming in my insides. The fat from my hips and chest moved toward my waist, expanding it out. My hair shortened, and turned darker. I was sure my eyes were also darkening. My clitoris grew longer, and my ovaries emigrated out of my contracting vagina. I told my Mom, "Gotta go. Be back soon!" After hastily making my exit, I dashed to the bathroom. Stripping off my clothes, I watched my transformation finish. I now looked just like I had when I'd woken up. I was my full male self again. I remembered what Goddess had told me. "The next two words you hear from mortal lips will be your 'in' words, and the next two you hear after that will be your 'out' words." That meant my in words were 'fish sticks', and my out words were 'hot dog'. 'Fish sticks' would turn me into a woman; 'hot dog' would turn me back into a man. I decided to do a little test. "Fish sticks," I said. I waited a couple minutes. Nothing happened. "Oh well, I guess I was wrong." I got dressed again, and left the bathroom. So much for buying ladies' clothes. Mom met me at the door, and she was upset. "Roy, I told you we were gonna buy some food for you this afternoon, and I don't want you running out on me like that! And where did that lady go?" "What lady, Mom?" "The one I met here, a few minutes ago." "Oh, her. She's a new friend of mine. Her name is... Roda." Roda. I liked the sound of that. And yes, it's not Rhoda. I've always been fond of unique spellings. "Say no more, Roy. Is she your new girlfriend?" Girlfriend? Mom had been eager to hook me up and get me married, since I was her only child and thus her only hope to become a grandmother. I'd always resented the way she dominated my life. Actually, don't get me wrong. Mom is a nice lady. She was already 55 at the time this story happened, and her locks had prematurely turned gray. She'd been through menopause, so she was no longer the attractive, brown-haired, blue-eyed lady she'd been when she met Dad. But having a son turned her from a sexual woman to a prudish mother, so she didn't mind. She actually dressed older than she looked; this strange Saturday, she wore her purple shawl, long blue dress, and horn-rimmed eyeglasses. She looked old enough to be my grandmother; maybe her eagerness to be a granny caused her to dress like one. At any rate, I wanted to tell her the truth. "No, Roda is NOT my girlfriend," I wanted to tell her. " She is ME!" But I decided to let Mom think whatever she wanted about Roda. This was not the time to tell her what was going on " I didn't understand myself! "Don't worry about her. Let's go shopping." And so we went to the local Food's Cheaper! At Food's Cheaper!, I mostly stayed away from Mom. After my brush with her, I wasn't too eager to deal with her. How would I tell Mom what had happened? She'd never believe it. As I was trying to think of a plausible alibi, Mom called out to me, "Roy! Over here! They've got a special on fish sticks!" Oh dear. I could feel that tingle in my body again. I transformed into Roda. As an experiment, I said "hot dog" to myself. Nothing happened. Was Goddess just playing with my mind? No, she's too benevolent to do that sort of thing. She doesn't lie to mortals, either. As I pondered what I'd gone though, Mom found me. "There you are! I wondered where you went. Little lady, you look a little young for Roy, but you seem like a nice woman to me. I'm his mother, Mrs. Frink. Why don't I invite you to my house for dinner?" She scribbled her address and phone number on a sheet of notebook paper from her purse, and handed it to me. As if I didn't know already! "Oh, and be sure to bring Roy with you. Oh, Roy. Where has that disobedient son of mine gone? I was gonna tell him about the half-off deal on hot dogs-" Mom told me, trailing off to look for her son. Not again! I transformed back into Roy. During my transformation, I noticed each transformation was taking less time than the last. Just as I finished my transformation, Mom found me again. "Roy! Stay with me, you naughty son! And the next time you see Roda, don't forget to invite her to dinner at our house. We can serve fish sticks. Oh dear, now I have to use the powder room. Wait for me outside." And she headed for the ladies' room. After she left, I turned back into Roda. I headed toward the ladies room, and waited for Mom outside. It took a little while for her to finish and emerge from the restroom. As she did, I felt nervous thoughts run through my head. How do I control my gender switches? Obviously, Mom was saying the right words, but they hadn't worked when I tried them. And how do I break the new to Mom? "Congratulations, you now have a new daughter"? No, that wasn't gonna cut it. Mom would have to know what was going on, and how to control my transformations. When she left the bathroom, she walked up to me and spoke again. "Roda! We've got so much to catch up on. I wanna hear all about your life. And I hope you'll treat my Roy well. Oh, Roy. He was supposed to wait for me! I'll have to find him." Mom started to search the store for her little boy, not knowing she was standing next to her. I decided to wander the store. After all, Mom was probably going back to where she'd seen me last as Roy. As an experiment, I said, "Hot dog". Nothing happened. Then I found a vendor offering free samples. "Hello, miss. Would you like to try a free hot dog?" he asked me. The tingling had returned. "No, thanks. I've gotta run." And run I did! I dashed towards the spot Mom had last seen me in my male form, and got there just as my transformation finished. "Roy! Quit sneaking away from me! That's it, you can finish your shopping alone. I'm going home!" Mom did just that, and I finished my shopping alone. I thought about all those sudden transformations, and then it hit me. Saying the words myself wouldn't do squat. The transformations would only occur if someone else said them to me! After I paid for my purchases and left the store, I took the bus home. Then I remembered that Mom had invited me to dinner at her place, and I was expected to bring Roda with me. Oh, crap, I thought to myself, how am I gonna get out of this one? After I got home, I decided to explore my new female body. I had breakfast, then called my best friend, Frank Stevens. We'd been through a lot together, and I felt sure I could tell him all my secrets. He'd been my roommate during my final year of college, which was a pretty rough time for me. He sat next to me for support when I got my diploma from Sonora State University. He was a nice, fun-loving gentleman, with a strong muscular build, a tall 6-foot- 2 body (not as tall as male me, but several inches taller than my feminine form), short black hair, bright blue eyes, a lot of chest hair, and an amazing sexual endurance. By graduation, I felt comfortable to read 'dirty' magazines with him, and trade stories of my sex life with him. In fact, I confided all my deepest secrets with him. So when I needed to tell someone of my newfound ability, Frank was a natural choice. I told him to come over to my place, because something strange had been going over me. Within an hour, I let Frank into my house. "All right, Roy, what's this strange thing that's been happening to you?" "Frank, you're not gonna believe this. Last night a goddess visited my house. She granted me a wish. Now I turn into a woman whenever anyone tells me 'fish sticks', and become a man again whenever anyone says 'hot dog' in my presence." Frank laughed at me for about five minutes. "You're right, I don't believe it. Like anyone could turn into a woman by something as stupid as saying 'fish sticks'." Right before his eyes, I transformed into Roda. He stared at me the whole time, dumbfounded. "Now do you believe me?" I told him in my new voice, which was much more feminine than my old, Roy voice. Frank couldn't believe this. "Bah-bah-buh-uh-uh, baby you're gorgeous!" He was so enchanted by the sight of Roda that he took my hand and kissed me. Wanting to explore my newfound feminine passions, I took him into my arms and caressed his back. Quickly undressing, we ran into my bedroom. Once inside, I touched his penis. It was about 8 inches long, and all of it was hard! I giggled with girlish glee as a wicked thought ran into my head. We sat on the bed as I thrust my mouth around his manly pole. I sucked at his member as he groaned passionately. I licked all over it, spending most of my effort on his head. After a couple minutes, he couldn't take it any more, and he blew his whole wad in my mouth. I never imagined a mouthful of sperm could be so yummy! After this, he decided to use his lips to play with my pussy. He lifted his tongue to my outer lips, and started licking me. He didn't have to lick for very long before I experienced my very first female orgasm. It was unlike any sensation I'd ever had as a man. It was better! Now we were all geared up for the main event. He entered into me, and I felt a bloody flood emerge from my breaking hymen. After popping my cherry, I screamed in pain, but afterwards I started to enjoy the feeling of him rubbing inside of me. It was obvious to me Frank enjoyed my tight cunt, too. After a few minutes, I couldn't hold back. I came all over him, and Frank responded in kind by shooting up his cum into my body. So this is what sex is like for the woman. I'd always thought the men had it better, but trust me, this lady enjoyed it a whole lot more. And unlike Frank, who collapsed into my arms when he came, I was fully alert and conscious after my orgasm. I gently pushed Frank out of me, and waited for him to stir up again. "Boy, that was fun, Roy. Wait a minute, you don't look like a Roy to me! What should I call you, miss?" "Call me Roda. Roda Dale Frink," I giggled. My first sexual encounter as a woman made me feel giddy all over! "Now don't tell anyone about this secret of mine." "Sure, pal. That's what friends are for. And if ever need more lovin', you know who to call." Now it was Frank's turn to giggle. "And before I leave, hot dog." Instantly I turned back into Roy again. I bid Frank farewell. Now that I had a new identity, I was gonna have a lot more fun. Chapter 2: HOME ALONE I was determined to explore my new womanly body, but I needed someone to trigger me first. I also realized I'd need to buy female clothes and accessories, and if I'd done it as Roy, people would stare at me. So I'd have to do it as Roda Dale Frink, and Frank would have to take me. Frank was more than willing to help me, and ended his call by saying, "I'll be over in half an hour, Fish Sticks. Bye" The magic words! Instantly Roda showed up, and hung the phone. Well, Frank's coming in thirty minutes, so what does Roda do while she waits for Frank? Why, she explores her new-found body, of course! I took off all my clothes, and stared at myself in the mirror. Damn, I looked pretty, I thought. Of course, I could probably stand to be more top-heavy, but I'm gorgeous as I am. Makeup could make me ever hotter, so I must remind myself to put that on my shopping list. In the meantime, I felt a little empty inside, so I started touching myself. I fingered my soft breasts and rounded nipples. Boy, that felt good! I rubbed my long, slender fingers all over them. They were quite sensitive. About a minute later, I felt my nipples harden. They stuck out about twice as far out as they had before. Well, let's go a little further down, I thought, to where the real action is. I gradually moved my fingers down my torso, to my flat tummy, my ticklish navel, and then I reached my clitoris. Touching the clit felt especially good. As I rubbed my fingers over it, I realized I was masturbating as a woman for the first time, and I loved it! It wasn't as good as sex, but it would do for now. After I experienced an arousing orgasm, I decided I may as well go whole hog, and grabbed for my slit. Thanks to my earlier arousal, it was already a little slippery, which made me even hornier. I had to rub a finger up my vagina, then two. I played with myself for what felt like hours, and enjoyed every moment of it. I lost track of how many orgasms I experienced, which isn't hard when you're in ecstacy. Then I got a delightfully wicked idea. I took one of my free fingers, rubbed a generous helping of my liquid cum all over it, and stuck a finger up my ass. There I sat, rubbing two finger up my front entrance and one up the back. It felt good. I'd have to get a couple of gadgets to fill me up even more, but this first time felt fun. It didn't take too long for me to get an orgasm from all this excitement. After cumming too many times to remember, I got a knock at the door. My God, I'd forgotten all about Frank! He was about to take me shopping, and here I was, naked and dripping wet with my own pussy juice! I quickly cleaned myself (and my room) off, then got into my T-shirt and jeans (my only clothes that would fit the feminine me) and opened the door. "Hi, Frank. You sure look handsome today." "Thanks, Roda. Are you ready to go shopping?" "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's go!" Frank drove me over to the mall. I bought myself several blouses, dresses, skirts, B-cup bras, pairs of panties and shoes, and feminine hats. At each store, I found the clerks to be most helpful, and the $1500 in my bank's savings account more than paid for it all. I even experienced a personal thrill whenever the clerks measured my breasts for bra size. As a man, I'd never imagined how horny a mere touch could make a woman feel! After that, I went over my mental checklist of feminine supplies, and purchased them all: makeup, maxi-pads, ladies deodorant, extra shampoo (more hair means more washes), a nice ladies razor to shave my legs (and pubic hair, for when I REALLY felt naughty), and a few books on feminine hygiene and makeup application. Frank had trouble resisting me the whole time. After our arousing sexual encounter yesterday, I couldn't blame him. Once he even goosed me; I gave him a stern look back, and he never thought of touching me like that again! Then I decided to make one last stop. "Hey, Frank, let's go to Aphrodite's Lair. I wanna get a few things to - you know -" I blushed. "What? What do you wanna get, Roda?" "I wanna get sex toys!" My face turned beet red when I said that. I knew Frank well enough that I'd never been embarrassed to ask this sort of thing before; why was I being coy now? It was probably a side effect of the sex change. "Okay, you naughty little lady," he scolded me, with a grin as wide as Kansas on his face. Aphrodite's Lair was the number one place for adult playthings in Santa Maria Rosa, my hometown. The place looked a little grungy, and had that combination of cheese and sleaze you associate with the sex biz. But it was our cheesy sleazy sex shop, so we were content. The front doors were painted to resemble a vaginal opening, and the left door was dressed up with a "Prepare for the Point of No Return!" sign. It's schmaltzy, I know, but it's also cute in its own special way. The cool pink side walls were full of TV's showing the latest XXX videos, and a couple of them gave me ideas for later. But that wasn't the purpose of this visit. I wanted a few gadgets to have fun with on my own. After mulling my options, and pondering getting an adult magazine or video, I purchased a six-inch vibrator, a ten-inch dildo, another ten-inch dildo with a strap, a few batteries for the vibrator, and a small bottle of water-based lubricant. (The vibrator was metal, and both dildos were plastic. I only take the best. Besides, rubber tastes funny. And as a man, I've noticed how hard Vaseline(r) and other oil-based lubricants are to wash off.) Then Frank took me home. He got ready to bid me farewell. "So long, my little Hot - " "No, don't spoil it for me," I told him haughtily. "I wanna explore this body a little first, and test my new sex toys." "Right. Gotcha. Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink. Say no more, say no more." Then he left. That Frank, always cracking me up. He must have known every word Monty Python ever spoke. He was my best friend, and now I felt another, stronger emotion towards him, one I couldn't ever remember having. Oh well. I put my new purchases away and cleaned up the house. (Sigh. Single living. Some things are the same for men and women.) By now it was dinnertime. I fixed myself a small cucumber salad, three rice cakes, and a cup of pekoe tea. (Now that I'm a lady, I gotta watch my figure.) After that small but adequate meal, I headed for my room. After undressing quickly, I lay on my bed and spread my new gadgets around me. I decided to start with the basics. First I broke out the vibrator. I turned it on, and rubbed it over my crotch. That was a pleasing experience. It was ever more pleasant after I put it on my clitoris, and kept it there a little while. After a couple orgasms, I decided to stick it up my pussy. I ran it in and out, and watched my juices drip all over it. After several minutes of joyous fun and five orgasms, I decided to use the dildo. I rammed it into my body, pushing in and out, rubbing it into my vaginal walls. I was really having fun now! While I used my left hand on the dildo, my right was shoving the vibrator into my mouth, as I sucked my own vaginal juices. Almost instantly, my orgasm came. Then I experienced a new thrill: My orgasm, rather than dissipating, picked up strength and intensity, then wavered. It went stronger and weaker in waves, until all I could feel was that orgasm. I lost all contact with reality, only noticing an ecstatic feeling. It was as if the ecstatic feeling was all I'd ever done and remembered, and would be all I'd ever do. But it was a wonderful ecstatic feeling! This was way better than anything I'd felt as a man! I tried to hold on to it as long as humanly possible. Eventually it left, but I was still hungry for more. I was still impaled on my dildo, so I decided to stick the vibrator up my butt. Opening the lubricant, I gently spread a little on the vibrator. Carefully inching it up my still-virgin ass with my left hand, I used my right to keep the dildo going. Shortly after my vibrator was fully inside me (and boy, did it hurt!), I came. It wasn't another mind-shattering multi-orgasmic feeling, but I still enjoyed it. I continued this for another four orgasms, then looked over at my clock. It was almost 10:30. Well, I was feeling a bit tired, so I pulled out my vibrator and dildo. (Getting the vibrator out of my backside was even more painful than getting it in; I almost had to poop it out!) I was dripping wet from waist to knees! After washing my mess (and licking it a little), I went to sleep. (I didn't have any feminine pajamas, but I didn't mind sleeping naked in the sheets. After all, I'd done that as Roy many nights.) I bid myself good-night, wondering what new experiences the following day might hold for me. Actually, I lied about that. I did have some plans for the next few days. Frank would have to give me a "wake-up call" so I could go to work on Monday without any problems. And if you've been following the tale so far, you'd know Mom wanted me over for dinner with Roda. How was I gonna deal with that one? She'd never believe me. But still... Sometime I'd have to tell her. Monday was definitely gonna be a busy day. In the meantime, all I needed was sleep. And I did have an easy time resting that night; all that sexual activity wore me out. I was gonna have to do a lot to fully complete my female experience. But I was willing to give it a try. After all, Goddess gave me her blessing. How could I possibly turn her down? When I woke up Monday morning, Frank gave me a wake-up call. All he had to say was, "Good morning, Hot Dog," and I was ready to face the day as Roy again. Fun as Roda would have to wait until the weekend. I was looking forward to Friday already. Chapter 3: A PAINFUL ENCOUNTER OF THE LESBIAN KIND I was about to start working Monday morning. Well, I work as a sales clerk for Hooperman's Department Store in Santa Maria Rosa. It's the largest building in town, and I sell ladies' garments. (I don't know why; I'm the only man in the department. Actually, spending so much time around women and feminine garments has stoked my curiosity about wanting to be a woman. After all, what man hasn't even imagined what a dress might feel like to the touch, unless they actually wore one in college! I did, as part of a psychology assignment. Let's just say I developed a certain sympathy for the cross- dressing lifestyle.) I had enough time to present myself to the world, get dressed, eat a breakfast bar, and hop the bus to work. I spotted my fellow co-workers at the front door. First, there's my supervisor, Mary Hunter. She's a lovely lady, firm but understanding. I consider her the perfect boss and role model. At 60, and with white hair all over her head, she wasn't very sexually appealing, but that's not a concern to me. She doesn't look bad for her age, though; she still has a few feminine curves left, her eyes are a nice shade of green, and I'd say she stood about 5 foot 8. Three other women help me sell the women's clothes, Katherine O'Hara, Gina Lombardino, and Yvette Hollister. Katherine is something of a perfectionist, always trying to do things the best way possible, and not resting until she's certain there's no room for improvement. She's been with the store for many years, and I don't know how we could manage without her. At 40, she was the oldest employee on the floor. She has a few wrinkles on her face, but a little makeup could cure that. She stood about 5 feet and 4 inches off the ground, not very tall, but no midget. Her hair was black, and curled at the ends. Her blue eyes twinkled with desire. She measured 36A-28- 32, not very appealing, but definitely not a dog. Maybe if I'd been 15 years older, I'd have found her attractive. Gina came from an Italian family that's been treated adversely since they left Naples about a century ago. She's never forgiven anyone for it, but still finds ways to overcome. She would almost be pitiable, except that her temper can flare quickly. It's no fun watching a lady barely five feet tall lose her stack. She's been on probation more than once on account of mistreating customers! Her straight black hair comes down almost to her waist, and she was only five years older than me. Her brown eyes seemed enticing. Like every male in the store, I'd developed a crush on her until she got mad at me. Now I hate her guts, although I still find her attractive in appearance. She measures 34D- 22-36, making her a very spicy and saucy Italian number. Yvette, on the other hand, is the hopeless emotionalist. She can change moods on the side of a dime, and never lose her cool. Just one look at her sweet, pretty face makes all my troubles melt for a moment. And she's an amateur psychologist, so she knows how you think, and what the best way to deal with another person might be. At 22, she was the youngest employee in the department. She was 5 feet 10 inches tall, the tallest lady in our department. Her red hair fell below her shoulders, her hazel eyes nicely compliment her figure, and her measurements were a sexy 36C-24-34. You go to Kathy to solve work situations, Gina to do the dirty work and get revenge, and Yvette to advise you personally. They're almost a perfect trifecta that way. Anyway, they greeted me at the door. Mary wore her usual white feminine business suit, complete with frills and ruffles. Kathy had an old-fashioned yellow sun dress on. Gina had her usual camouflage blouse and teal skirt. Yvette, always the experimenter, wore a paisley sweater and blue-tartan jeans. "So, how did your week go? Did you have fun?" Kathy asked me. "Sure did. In fact, I experienced new thrills, something I'd never done before." "So you finally lost your virginity?" Gina snapped at me. "No, Gina," I retorted back. "It's hard to explain, but let's just say I found someone who's inflamed me in a way I've never had it before." "So, Roy-boy has a girlfriend! Who is she, do we know her?" Yvette asked. She loved teasing me like that. "Actually, yes you do. My new flame works in the store." I didn't want them to know it was Frank; they'd think I was gay, and Gina's so anti-gay she wouldn't give my ear a moment's rest! But I was being honest. Frank does work at the store, in the sporting goods department. In fact, it was through Frank that the store hired me. "Now let's not talk about it any more; the store's about to open." "Right you are, Frank," Mary told me. "Come now, everyone, get to work!" Monday morning at work was quiet, but I still kept my memories of being Roda at the back of my mind. I'd bought a few dresses here as Roda yesterday, but nobody recognized me. (How could they? I was a different gender, and much shorter!) But I got new thoughts into my mind, now that I was at work. What would happen if I had to show up for work as Roda? Maybe I could call in sick, but I'd have to confront the boss eventually. And Kathy and Yvette would have to be told, but Gina? She'd never let me hear the end of it! I had to find a delicate way to handle the problem. At lunch time, I ducked into the break room with Kathy and Yvette. (Gina, snob that she is, always ate alone at the pizza parlor next door.) I looked them squarely in the eyes and told them, "There's something I have to tell you. It's a major secret; you can't tell anyone. Actually, I doubt you'll have an easy time believing it. It's about last weekend." "What is it, Roy? You can trust me," Yvette replied. "Yeah. We've put up with a lot from you. Surely we can believe anything you tell us, no matter how unlikely," Kathy chimed in. "Okay." I looked around to make sure nobody else could hear us. "Last Friday, I got a visit from a goddess. She said she'd grant me a wish, so I decided I wanted to know what it's like to be a woman. She granted me the ability to change gender, but I have to do it on someone else's terms. If someone tells me 'fish sticks', I become a woman. If I hear somebody say 'hot dog', I return to male form." Kathy and Yvette stared at each other for a few minutes, then me. Finally Kathy broke the silence. "I don't believe this crap! Roy Del Frink, I've put up with many things from you over the years, but this! Forget it, Roy, our friendship is over! 'Fish sticks', indeed!" The very moment she finished speaking, I turned into Roda again. "Now do you believe me?" I asked in her quiet, sultry, almost seductive voice. "My God! You were telling the truth, Roy! I'm sorry I doubted you," Kathy apologized to me. "Don't worry about it. Roda Dale Frink is a very forgiving woman." "Roda Dale Frink??" Yvette stuttered. "Yes, Roda Dale Frink. Do I look like a Roy to you?" I replied, holding up my tiny boobs for emphasis. "Good point, Roda. Well, this has been an unusual luncheon," Yvette responded, trying to bring our heads back to the ground. "We promise we won't tell anyone, especially Gina! Actually, Roda, you look a little familiar. Didn't we see you the other day?" "Actually, you did, Yvette. You see, I bought some clothes for Roda yesterday. Frank took me shopping, and I decided to pop in on my co- workers. I wanted to know if anyone would recognize me as a woman. Obviously you didn't." (The moment I finished speaking, I looked down at my body. God, I looked awkward! I was wearing an orange shirt and beige pants a couple sizes too large for me, and they'd be able to see my briefs if I hadn't put my belt on. But I realized, just in the nick of time, I'd have to take it in a few notches to keep it up.) "Oh, so that was you! I'd have never guessed," Kathy curtly replied. "But girl, that men's outfit just doesn't fit on you. We'll have to prepare for 'emergency' transformations like this. In the meantime, it's time to get back to work. I just hope I can work off the energy from that hot dog I had for lunch." The magic words! I soon returned to my old Royish self. But I felt so tight in my waist I couldn't breathe- Wait! The belt! I needed to loosen it now, to fit my larger body. I quickly did so, then returned to work. The afternoon shift was rather quiet, so I spent most of my time discussing my new self with Kathy and Yvette. (Gina had a dentist's appointment, so she left at 1 and didn't return. Mary, as usual, was in the office.) It was strange, but the ladies proved understanding and sympathetic. I realized just how strong these positive feminine qualities can be. They decided we'd have to tell Mary. (Since Mary owns and manages the store, we didn't need to deal with any other superiors.) Then we'd set up a special section for Roda's outfits and other personal things, for just in case. I made one brief appearance as Roda, buying a stylish hot pink purse and matching coin-bag. (How could I have forgotten to get those on Sunday?) Kathy worked out the details for Roda's supplies, while Yvette would come to my house after work to teach me the subtler details of womanhood. At 4:30, a half-hour before quitting time, I made a special visit to Mary's office. After I told her about Roda, she was skeptical until she said the magic words and Roda appeared before her eyes. She couldn't deny what she'd just seen, so she turned me back into Roy, then called a store meeting for Tuesday morning to discuss the 'new employee'. Unfortunately, that meant I'd have to confront nasty ol' Gina. Oh, well. Hopefully, I'd have an idea by then. In the meantime, I decided to just go home, relax, and deal with Mom. On the ride home, I told Yvette about what happened between Mom and myself on Saturday. She agreed to put off feminine etiquette until I'd dealt with that. When I got home, I called Mom. I told her Roda and myself would be over for dinner on Friday evening, and I asked that my friends Kathy and Yvette be invited too. Mom was reluctant to invite so many guests, but I told her we'd only have to plan for four people, not five. (Dad died when I was a teen, God rest his soul.) I decided to wait until then to tell the full details, but told her Roda and I had a 'special' relationship. Mom probably thought I was gonna pop her the question at dinner. If so, she was in for a surprise! After a pleasant supper with Yvette (black-eyed peas go so well with fried chicken), we began on my lady lessons. I got into my favorite floral dress, and Yvette turned me into Roda. She showed me how to tidy up my hair, then how to walk properly. (I tried to balance books on my head; looks like I finally found a use for that encyclopedia set you gave me for my college graduation, Mom!) At the same time, I admired the way my hips swivelled every time I turned around. I was feeling more like a woman, and I just knew I'd enjoy being Roda. I'd just have to get the hang of it, that's all. After a couple hours, Yvette was eager to go home, so I let her. The whole day had been tiring, so I turned in early, getting ready for Gina. Tuesday was upon me before I knew it, and I was ready. I thought up the perfect way to deal with Gina. When we gathered, Gina asked, "When are we gonna get this stupid meeting over with? And where's this new co- worker I've heard about?" "You're looking at her right now," I replied, winking at her. "Huh? Oh, don't bother. Flattery will get you nowhere. Besides, you're not my type. Maybe Roda will be, but you never know..." So Gina was a lesbian, huh? I'd never suspected it before, but I'd always figured Gina to be the type prejudiced against her own kind. Still, I found it unsettling to know. "Attention, ladies and gentleman. This meeting will come to order." Mary was the natural leader at the store, and we always did what she said. "It's come to my attention that one of my employees has a most unusual condition that causes a change in appearance. And that's not just a basket of fish sticks." After saying those special words, I turned into Roda. Fortunately, I wore a simple T-shirt and jeans to work, so it didn't make much of a difference. (There were too large for Roda, but at least they fit, after I adjusted my belt.) Gina couldn't help but snicker at me. "Roy's a woman! Wait'll I tell everyone at the office. You'll never work in this town again. I got you by the balls, Roy. Wait, I'm so sorry, Roy, if that still IS your name. You don't have any balls to be had by!" After those nasty comments, Gina resumed snickering. "Well, if you tell one person about me, I'll tell everyone in town you're gay! If you take me down, I'll take you down with me." Gina stopped laughing. I had her where I'd always wanted her. "Tell you what. Why don't you come to MY place after work today. I've always wanted to be with a lady like you." "Okay, it's a deal." Gina was gonna be a lot better to Roda than she'd ever been to Roy. "Ladies, if we can continue, please-" Mary was getting impatient. "And Gina, that sort of insulting your co-workers and filthy language has no place on the job. You shall be on probation for the next week. In the meantime, we must be sure nobody utters the magic phrases around Roy or Roda Dale Frink, as this lady wishes to be known, during working hours." "What's the other magic phrase?" Gina asked. She didn't know, it was a fair question. "'Hot dog'," Mary replied. Instantly Roda was gone, and Roy tightened his belt. "Anyhow, " Mary continued, "we will have to warn the customers not to use those phrases around us. This sign, puzzling as it looks, should do the trick." She held up a red sign with black calligraphic lettering, labeled, "Please do not eat or talk about food on the floor." It was very professionally done, but I knew Mary had done it herself. She was a very good artist. Now Mary adjourned the meeting, and we got back to work. Actually, that whole week at work proved slow, which was for the best. I doubt I'd be able to hustle well under the stress of coping with my new 'better half'. Plus, I still had much to learn about being a woman. As I suspected, Gina was about to let me try something new. After work, I headed for Gina's. She lived in the bad part of town, in this seedy trailer near the railroad tracks. I thought this was fitting for the office ne'er-do-well. Anyhow, as soon as I entered the door, Gina kissed me. It was my first kiss from Gina, and I found it oddly satisfying to pucker up with this sworn enemy of mine. If I'd known everything Gina had in store for me, though, I'd probably have gone home then and there. "Come on in, Roda. I've been expecting you all day." "Roda? Gina, that's just my feminine form. I still want you to call my male form 'Roy', like you always have." "No, I meant Roda. Come, let's have dinner. I'm serving fish sticks." Uh oh! Not that! As soon as those words escaped her lips, I was a woman again. My dinner with Gina was quite enjoyable, except for her constant prodding me with suggestive questions. I swear, if I was at work, she'd be sexually harassing me! But that turned out to be the least of my worries. After dinner, Gina washed the dishes, then turned in my direction. "Enough talk, let's get busy. I heard you got a strap-on dildo; did you bring it with you?" "Well, yes, I brought it from home during lunch, but I've never used it, and- " "Perfect. Just take it out and put it on." It took a little bit of dealing, and I wasn't used to having a fake penis strapped to where my real one had always been until just three days before. Eventually, I got it on, and Gina got started. She undressed, and got totally naked, as I was now. After that, she lay on her bed and used her fingers to open her outer lips wider. (And no, I don't mean the lips I'd kissed earlier!) "Fuck me," she begged. "What?!" I replied. "I said fuck me, you bitch. I was a bad little girl at work, and you have to punish me. What, do I have to whip your ass up to get some cooperation out of you, you bastard? I said, fuck me! My pussy needs it! I must have a cock up my cunt, even if it's just a fake dong!" Boy, not only was Gina a lesbian, but she loved to talk dirty. I guess it wasn't surprising, but I still don't like having sex this way. Even so, I thrust my hard plastic dildo into her, and rammed it up and down her vaginal walls. From her reaction, it was obvious she'd done this many times. And judging by her shouts of "yes!", "damn baby", "oooh!", and "screw me bitch," she must have enjoyed it. I'd learned from experience just how fun taking a dildo can be, but I never realized it could be fun to GIVE as well as take. The dildo rubbed against my smooth skin so much, my clitoris was getting a workout. I almost couldn't stand it. After a few minutes I couldn't take any more. My crotch oozed with ecstacy as I came, and Gina quickly followed. "Now remove it from my slit, you slut, and stick it up my ass! Both my holes need fulfillment, and my butt's crying your name, motherfucker!" More colorful language. I really could've done without that. Anyhow, I did as she asked. (Why not; it was just another part of the female experience.) I took the strap- on out of her vagina and into her asshole. It was very-well lubricated with Gina's personal juices, so slipping it in and out was no problem. (Besides, it was obvious from the feel she'd taken it in the ass many times. She probably enjoyed it more than the more usual front entrance.) And once again, the friction caused me to orgasm just before Gina did. Well, it wasn't as good as it could've been, and I really didn't like to hear all that profanity. Still, my first lesbian experience had been enjoyable. "Thanks, Gina, but I must be going home now. We have to work tomorrow." "Where do you think you're going, cocksucker? Now it's your turn to be filled up. Both holes, one at a time." After this, Gina pulled out a second dildo. It looked just like my own, except it was a couple inches longer. She strapped it onto herself, and told me to "lie down, bitch!" I was in no position to disagree, and besides, I wanted to experience lesbianism from both sides. I already found it more fun than I imagined possible. (But then again, how many men even get a chance to get involved in lesbian sex?) But I figured being on the giving end had to be better. And now, I wouldn't have to do anything but lie down and enjoy myself, while I still needed to do some concentrating when I played with myself. "Alright, ride my pussy." I was gonna enjoy this. "Not yet. We have to get you ready first." Now what? Uh oh, it tuned out Gina was also an S&M freak. She strapped fetters and tied nylon ropes on my arms and legs, forcing me to sit in place with my legs spread out and my arms handcuffed. Then she forced a gag around my mouth, silencing me. After this, she put on a leather body suit (that still left her breasts and crotch exposed!) and sheer fishnet stockings with six-inch black heels. She also broke out a cat-o-nine-tails, and started whipping my butt. "Now take me, you slut. I am your dominatrix, and you will obey your mistress." Bondage, domination, sadism, and masochism. I'd tried to avoid Internet sites devoted to those unappealing topics like the plague, but there was no avoiding it now. Gina stuck her whole 'manhood' into me, and it hurt! I'd never taken a cock (real or fake) that long before, and I wasn't sure I was prepared to now. And her flogging my butt made it even more painful. Still, I couldn't deny the sexual pleasure I got out of the dildo, and I came after a couple minutes. Then Gina pulled out and turned around. "Naughty girl. How dare you get frigid on me! For your ultimate punishment, you must now take it up your ass. The whole thing, you bitch!" Uh oh. After another painful session with the whip and the dildo, I came again. It was obvious Gina enjoyed it a lot more than I did. Finally, Gina unstrapped me, took off her stupid dominatrix outfit, and unstrapped the dildo. "It's over, Roda. You did everything I wanted you to do, so you can go home now." I eagerly cleaned myself, got dressed, and left her place, although my swollen butt made it hard to walk. "Hot dog, that was fun," she uttered as I went out the door. I was now Roy again, and I was eager to sleep off that tiring and painful experience. BDSM was clearly not my thing; I didn't wanna do that again. Still, I figured working with Gina would never be the same. And I still wanted a lesbian experience I'd enjoy. When I got home, I quickly undressed and fell asleep. There would not be any more excitement until dinner at Mom's on Friday. Until then, I would just have to live my normal life. But I must confess, awful pain aside, that lesbian experience had been fun. I would have to have another (less painful!) one sometime. Chapter 4: LADIES' NIGHT Well, it had been a hectic week, but it's finally Friday night. I went to Mom's for dinner, with my co-workers Kathryn O'Hara and Yvette Hollister. This was the meeting where Mom would find out about my new 'better half'. I wore a plain white T-shirt and blue jeans, and carried a green backpack. The shirt and jeans fit a little too tightly, but since Roda was much shorter and smaller than Roy, they'd provide a better fit on her. Roy's clothes were so large, his pants fell down on Roda unless she adjusted her belt. On the night of our dinner party, short, forty-ish, short-light-brown- haired Kathy wore a hot pink blouse with magenta jeans, and the tall, young, long-red-haired, always-creative Yvette wore a blue evening gown - complete with green polka dots. Along the way to Mom's, Yvette asked me, "How are you gonna tell your mother? She'd never believe your tale. That's one magical whopper." "Don't worry. I'll show her myself. That's how you ladies learned. And you were skeptical until I became Roda before your eyes. That was all the proof you needed." "That's true," Kathy replied. "I wonder how tonight's dinner will go?" As soon as the words left her supple lips, we reached Mom's front door. I rang the bell, and Mom let us in moments later. She wore a green shawl with a gaudy red dress. (Not a sexy dress, mind you. Just a thin one. Mom doesn't wear sexy outfits anymore.) "Oh, hello, Roy. I'm glad you brought those friends of yours over. Which one is Roda?" "Neither one, Mom. The one on the left is my co-worker Kathryn O'Hara, and fellow co-worker Yvette Hollister's on the right." "Then where's Roda? She was supposed to be here. And you told me four places would be enough for you, me, Roda, and your two friends. What gives?" "I'll explain it over dinner. It's hard to believe, but you'll have to find out sometime. What's for dinner?" "It's your favorite Friday meal, Roy. You know how I'm a devout Catholic, so I never eat meat on Fridays. We always have fish sticks." "Not again!" I cried. As soon as I finished speaking, I was Roda. Mom looked at me, shocked. "Roy, what happened to you? And this, um, woman you've become. What's her name?" "I'm Roda Dale Frink. I believe you met me at the market last weekend." "What? You mean, you're Roy? Roy and Roda are the same person?" "Yes, they are," I replied, and then I explained the whole story about how Goddess appeared before my eyes and gave me this special power of transformation. "That's a fantastic story, Roy. Or should I call you Roda?" "Call me Roy when I'm a man, and Roda when I'm a woman. I've gotten used to it." "Well, anyway, Roda," Mom said, "it's a rather tall tale, but since you changed before my eyes, I'm gonna have to believe it. Now what was that other phrase that turned you back? 'Hot dog'?" "Yes, that's the one," I eagerly replied. Instantly I was Roy again. "Whew, what a relief," Mom sighed. "Well, it's dinner time. Ladies, and I'm not sure what to call you anymore, Roy, let's chow down." As Mom promised, we had fish sticks for dinner. She also provided the best tartar sauce I've ever had. Kathy and Yvette found Mom's cooking very tasty. "So, Roy, " Mom asked me, "how's your week been?" "Aside from my gender changes, I haven't been doing much. Yvette's been teaching Roda the more subtle aspects of womanhood, and I think she's learning just about everything she can except for some sexual acts and having her period. Or pregnancy, of course." "Well, I always wanted grandchildren, I just never thought you'd be the mother! Now that it's a possibility, you'd better be willing to take precautions." "I have, Mom. I take birth control pills every day. Roda hasn't had a period yet, and I'm not sure how to handle it. I also don't know how the periods will work, since she's not even a she much of the time! Still, I'm discovering I enjoy being Roda more than being Roy. Maybe someday I'll be willing to become female full-time! Anyhow, I've also gotten myself a new boyfriend." "Boyfriend?! Roy, you're not turning gay on me, are you?" "No, Mom. Frank Stevens is Roda's boyfriend. We saw a movie Thursday night, and it was a real snoozer. Fortunately, we went home afterwards and I made it up to him." Of course, I didn't tell her about the sex, including my first anal experience with Frank. (He'd always wanted to try a back-entrance on a woman, but never found one that would consent. Until I realized Roda needed the experience, that is.) Mom was a bit too embarrassed to carry that on any further, so she sat silently. But then she said, "Frank Stevens? Isn't he your best friend?" "Yes, and now he's my boyfriend too. I told him about me and Roda. In fact, I told him first." "Well, at least you won't have to tell your father, God rest his soul. He'd have thrown a fit at the way his boy is changing genders." "Excuse me, Mrs. Frink, but can Yvette and I get involved in the conversation?" Kathy was getting impatient. "Why, sure, dearie. How has the appearance of Roda affected Roy at work?" "Well, I've worked out the details. With the help of Roy's boss, we've provided a special place to put Roda's clothes and purse while he's male, and Roy's clothes while she's female. As soon as the trigger words are said, Roy has permission to run into one of the dressing rooms and change into the right clothes. It can get a little awkward, but Roda's gotten used to walking in high heels, and your son works well no matter what gender he is. I think he's getting used to his special bi-gender status." Yvette wanted to say something, so she added, "I'm helping Roda cope with being a woman. I've taught her how to walk properly, and she can now put on and take off makeup without much trouble. She can also brush her hair, and soon I'll teach her how to wash it. She's gonna be one extra-special addition to the family!" By now Mom had gotten over the shock of having a male/female child, so she took this news nonchalantly. I was surprised how quickly she'd accepted the new me. As soon as Yvette finished speaking, Mom rose from the table. "It's time for dessert. I fixed your favorite, Roy. Chocolate ice cream!" It sure was my favorite, and we all enjoyed our ice cream. Even though dinner was over, we wanted to stay and chat. Kathy and Yvette enjoyed learning more about the Frink family, and Mom proved an excellent talker. After about an hour of small-talk, however, things got dull. Suddenly I got a bright idea. "Ladies, if you'd be willing to turn me into Roda again, I know how we can spice up tonight. I don't think you'll want to take part in this, Mom, so why don't you go to bed? At your age, you probably need the sleep, and besides, you go to bed around this time anyway." "Agreed. Good night, ladies, and feel free to stay with Roy as long as you wish. Make sure you leave with him, though. And don't wake me up!" With that, Mom went upstairs to her room, getting ready for bed. "Boy, she's a nice lady. Let's look at the living room for a few minutes while you mother gets ready for bed. I want her to be sound asleep before we start our fun," Kathy told me with a twinkling in her eye. "All right. Why don't I show you my yearbooks and the family photo albums?" The ladies agreed to my suggestion. After another hour, we were certain Mom was sound asleep, so I told Yvette, "Go for it. Make me a woman." "Fish sticks," she whispered into my ear. I turned into Roda again. I was ready. "Now what's your plan?" "Well, Yvette, you remember the backpack I brought here? I placed a few of my, um, toys, in there. I also placed a call for a male stripper to come here while you saw my high-school yearbook. He should be here any minute. Don't worry about the money, I'm paying. In the meantime, let's break out these gadgets and have fun." I took out my vibrator and my strap-on. I also provided a little bit of lubricant, for just in case. We quickly got undressed, and set up Kleenexes(r) around the room for cleaning up later. Kathy took the vibrator, and shoved it up her front hole. It was different, watching a woman do this in person. (Actually, the first woman I ever saw naked was me!) While she was having her fun, I put the strap on and rammed it into Yvette's cute young body. We all felt out of control, and after a few minutes of this, all of us came simultaneously. The sound of three women groaning in sheer ecstacy will never be forgotten by any of us! Since we all wanted the chance to experience these thrills with each other, I took the vibrator from Kathy as she took the dildo now strapped around Yvette. After more orgasms, Yvette used the vibrator as Kathy penetrated me. Once more, we all orgasmed. This time, it was so strong and long we all fell to the floor, screaming "yes! yes! yes!" over and over for about ten minutes. Then we got a knock at the door. "Who could that be?" Yvette asked. We quickly got dressed, and failed to clean our mess in our haste. After five knocks, I opened the door. We saw a tall (6'4", the same height as Roy), muscular male wearing a policeman's cap over his ear-length, straight black hair, a flimsy blue cop's shirt complete with fake badge, blue cop pants and brown loafers. Obviously, he was the stripper. As he jokingly placed us "under arrest" and then told us his name was Phil, I simply stared at his body. It obviously looked like one of those stupid Chippendale dancers, but I found him a lot more handsome than Roy ever would have. There was something about his rippling muscles, his tall body, his cute but " Wait a minute! Did I think 'cute butt', I reminded myself. Yes I did! Roy never cared about men's butts before. Is this what women really admire in their mates? I'd just had another feminine experience that forever changed how I thought of women. As soon as I made that realization, Phil started his act. He slowly, teasingly, unbuttoned his shirt as he danced around the living room. Kathy, Yvette, and I could only ogle at him and stare. After the shirt hit the floor, us three ladies yelled, "Take off your pants!" in unison. Phil didn't need any more cues. He gradually removed it from his legs, and all three of us must have gotten wet in the crotch by the time he finished, leaving himself in just a silly black thong brief. "That's as far as I go, ladies. Sonora County's laws don't permit me to go all the way. I hope you enjoyed me." "We sure did!" We said in unison. I giggled along with Kathy and Yvette. I never realized just how giddy these friends of mine were! I knew Kathy had divorced five years ago, and she still hadn't found another steady boyfriend. And Yvette just seemed unlucky in love. (Those clashing outfits were major turn-offs, though.) But I never knew just how sexual ladies were capable of getting until that moment. I thought my libido was strong, but now I knew it was merely normal for a woman of my age. I paid Phil for his fine work before he left. Kathy and Yvette were each more than willing to play him two $20 bills as a tip. Now Kathy turned to me and said, "Ladies, I have a surprise for you. I wanted to wait until the stripper left. Now that he's gone, it's time to show you this." She opened her black purse, and pulled out a dildo. But it was a rather weird-looking dildo. It was made of rubber (yuck), and about a foot long. But the strangest part was, it had TWO tips. What kind of freaky dildo was that? "Kathy, I've never seen anything like it before. Why should a dildo have two heads?" "Oh, Roda, it's just for fun. See, now two women can use the same dildo at the same time. You double the pleasure, and thus double the fun. And you know what they say; two heads are better than one." Yvette snickered as I replied, "Ha ha. Very funny, Kathy. Now let's do it." Kathy explained it would be difficult to use unless it could be held in place by a third woman, so she held onto it while I impaled the dildo at one end. Yvette took the other. So positioned, we ran ourselves up and down along its length, until Kathy's hand got in the way. The double vibrations were making me feel twice as horny as a normal dildo, and I'm sure Kathy couldn't control herself either. In fact, I'm certain, because she started fingering her vaginal lips with her free hand. It didn't take long for all three of us to burst our crotches with all this tension in the air. After that, we rotated. I held onto the dildo as Kathy and Yvette rubbed themselves against it. I felt excitement whenever my right hand came into contact with Kathy's or Yvette's pussy. My crotch got special attention, too. After we all came, it was Yvette's turn. She held the double-dick, while Kathy and I rammed ourselves along it. It was pure ecstacy, and all of us felt that special multi- orgasmic feeling. After about twenty minutes of pure pleasure, we all felt satisfied. The three of us cleaned up, using every Kleenex(r) we'd provided. We also got a certain pleasure out of washing our crotches clean. I even had liquid drenching myself from my navel to my shins! I'd also discovered, from our sex play, that Kathy and Yvette both tasted at least as good as I did. This was an experience I wanted to repeat. The stripper wasn't really necessary (or affordable; I couldn't pay for him every week), but Kathy and Yvette would have to come over regularly to, well, cum over and over! "Shall we do this again next week?" I asked. "Sure. We can go to my place," Yvette offered. That was awfully nice of her. "Just don't do it here again! You ladies woke me up with all your screaming!" Uh oh. I turned around. It was Mom, in her white silk nightgown. She came downstairs towards us, as I felt my heart sink. "I'm sorry, Mom. I promise we'll never do that here again." "You'd better not. This is not a house of prostitution! I'll let you ladies go, on one condition." "What's that?" Kathy asked. "Could you please let me keep this vibrator? I've been mighty lonely ever since my husband died several years ago." I was stunned. Mom never talked about sex in front of me. She'd never even given me the "birds-and- bees" talk; I'd learned all about that in school! "Uh, su-su-su-sure, Mom. I can always buy another. And make sure you get three C batteries to keep it going." "Thanks, Roda. You've been a nice little girl." And then she went back to her bedroom. Kathy and Yvette just stared at us, stunned. It was Yvette who finally broke the silence. "Boy, Roda, you're Mom's cooler than I ever thought she could be! Anyway, it's about 10 o'clock. We should be going home now." Kathy uttered the magic words to turn me back into Roy. Then we left, going our separate ways. As I went home, I found myself remembering the events of the night. It had been mighty fun. Even if I'd never had an encounter with any man other than Frank, this fun with my girlfriends would be quite fun indeed. Maybe next week we'll probe the dildo up our asses. No, wait, I'd better ask my pals on that first. Many women don't like the idea of tearing up their insides. Still, Friday nights were gonna be a lot more fun than before. And with three potential sex partners (four, if I could ever work up the nerve to deal with Gina again), life for Roy Del Frink/ Roda Dale Frink was gonna be great. Chapter 5: RODA GROWS OUT It was now almost exactly six weeks after that fateful day. I'd been visited by Goddess, a benevolent all-powerful being who had granted me the ability to change genders. It was not in my hands, though; I had to hear others say "fish sticks" or "hot dogs" to switch sexes. (I know they sound like dumb words, but I didn't come up with them, it just happened.) By now, I'd had several sexual experiences in both genders. Frank Stevens, my lifelong best friend and now boyfriend, had filled all of my holes (one at a time, of course!) when I'd been in my female form, Roda. Roda had also enjoyed lesbian sex with her co-workers Kathryn O'Hara and Yvette Hollister, and endured painful BDSM sex with her co-worker Gina Lombardo. At our second weekly orgy, Yvette and Kathy took pity on me and finally allowed me to deflower Roy. (I'd