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Jean, the Gem and me By Zedd To all the readers who so graciously gave me their favorable comments. It was a tremendous confidence builder and am happy to say I'm writing almost constantly now. I hope everything I submit is interesting to everyone, but I know that isn't realistic. Too many people with too many tastes. I do know that to all the people who so enjoyed my other stories, you're going to love this one! Enjoy, and I look forward to reading your comments later. **************** I saw my girlfriend Jean off at the airport rather well. I mean, we had been fighting recent months, and the farewell went without incident. I was relieved and showed it by driving the long way home. As I twisted around the turns in my new sports car, enjoying the feel of it, I noticed a small plaza coming up on my left. I instantly decided to buy something for myself as a way of celebrating my short vacation away from the quarrels with my girlfriend. I pulled into the small parking lot and looked at the only interesting store there. It was something like a department store, I guess, selling clothing and kitchen items. All sorts of things, really. Maybe sports equipment, too! As I strolled through the aisles looking at the same old boring items one would find in any other store, I suddenly came upon a door with a sign. ONLY RESPONSIBLE ADULTS ALLOWED I read it twice, trying to figure out the real meaning and failing utterly. I didn't know what was inside but was determined to find out so went through. Inside was a fantastic display of trinkets and baubles to take away the breath! There was jewelry galore, combs and cups of all sorts of metals and books, bottles and bells! There were so many items of so many different materials that I could do nothing for several minutes but stand and gawk at everything at once. "Can I help you?" I turned to face a ravishing beauty of a girl dressed in a simple flowery dress! "Actually, I just found this area and was just looking around." "Oh, then you're looking for something for yourself then." She stated as she stepped closer to me. I couldn't believe how gorgeous she was, and what being near her was doing to my body. I had to shift somewhat to relieve the swelling member inside my pants, hoping she wouldn't notice! "Well, I am looking but for what I don't know. You see, I've been really bored and was hoping to find something new to occupy my time." She looked thoughtful for a moment giving me an opportunity to study her with a lot more criticism. She had a very pretty face surrounded by a mass of soft brown hair that fell to the middle of her back. She stood about 5'6" with ample hips and a small waist. Her butt was full and round, but the one thing that turned me on most was her breasts! They were absolutely huge! I was having a hard time hiding the huge erection inside my pants! She thought a moment then started walking off, giving me an excellent view of her rotating ass! "Follow me, I think I have just what you're looking for." "Don't mind if I do." I muttered after her, noting how her ass cheeks bounced nicely with each step she took. She led me to an area filled with trinkets of all types. There were small boxes made from brass and bronze and silver. I think some were even made of gold, but the security made the thought of them being real rather remote. "How about a nice magical gem stone to spice up your life?" She said excitedly as she held before me an orange-colored gem about the size of a chicken egg. Its many facets caught the light and dazzled it about her face, lighting her eyes and cheeks with desire. Of course, I could be wrong about that. I tore my eyes from hers, and her breasts, to look at the obvious fake stone sitting in the palm of her hands, only to see something within its depths that made me hold my breath of a sudden, afraid whatever it was would vanish with my next breadth. Some movement or shifting color of some sort that made me think the gem was alive! I looked closer, peering into it for several seconds but failing to see anything that told me that what I saw before was real. "Uh . . . you said it's magical?" I hesitantly asked her. I didn't know if what she said was true or if she thought it was true, but I didn't want to insult her by laughing in her face. "Yes, that's true. Of course, the magic will only work for an owner, and only for a short period of time. You would have to buy the gem first." Ahhhh! I thought to myself. Of course I would have to buy it! The only magic around here was her sales ability, and beauty! Of course, If I were to buy it, she might be inclined to go out with me! "How much does it cost, and what does it do?" I asked sweetly, trying to keep my eyes from falling to her chest again. "Actually, the price is very reasonable. $50. As far as what the gem does, well . . it will grant wishes and desires from an unconscious level. It is very powerful, and can even change the reality surrounding you!" I didn't understand what she was telling me, and didn't believe the gem did anything anyway! "$50 doesn't sound like an overly much amount. I'll take it." I told her confidently as I reached for my wallet. Her smile was everything and she seemed giddy to have made a sale! "Oh, I hope you like it!" She almost squealed to me in joy. "I had one almost just like it last year, and have been having the time of my life since!" "I'm sure I'll get some valuable enjoyment out of it." I couldn't help but openly stare at her now. Her excitement was infectious and she had this thing about holding her hands together with her arms looked straight, causing her to push her breasts together! I had made her happy, and because she would bump into me now ant then with her jutting breasts, she had made me happy! I felt I had an erection the size of a baseball bat! As she rang me up, taking my 100 dollar bill with a smile, I decided to go all out and chance rejection. "You know, I don't even know your name." I said as I leaned onto the counter closer, smiling. She looked at me with surprise before smiling herself. "I'm terribly sorry. How rude of me! I don't know why anyone would want to buy something from me if they didn't know my name." She quickly extended her right hand causing her right breast to jiggle against the left. "My name is Barb now!" "Greg. Say Barb, would you be interested in going out with me?" I couldn't help but smile then, being right at the edge of hope filled sexual bliss. She looked right at me then, her smile fading somewhat. "You want to go out with me?" She asked with something of surprise, I think. I couldn't believe she was surprised that I had asked her to go out. A girl built like her had her choice of the men around! But still, there was that one in a million! "Yes. I want you to go out with me. I find you very attractive and I think we could have fun. What do you say?" I really wanted to look at her chest, because I could detect the swelling of nipples, but I knew if I did I would blow the whole thing. "I'd love to. I would say next week sometime?" Next week? "Okay, then next Monday at 7:00 p.m. Should I pick you up here?" "That would be fine by me. I'll get off at six." She finished my transaction, handing me the box with the gem inside. "I hope you're ready for the fun you're about to have with that gem! I can't wait to see you again." She looked around to see if anybody was looking, then blew me a kiss in a seductive manner, leaning over to emphasize her exhalation. My eyes were wide with desire suddenly as I saw down her dress, her two breasts pushed together by the satin bra she had! Her cleavage was phenomenal, and I was starting to sweat from the intense heat building inside my cock. If I didn't leave now, I would end up tearing her dress off right then and there! "See you soon, sweetheart!" As I left, I was unaware of a slight glowing behind me that signaled the disappearance of the area I had been in. It had vanished completely, taking a smiling Barb with it. I raced home and took a shower, thinking all the time about that big breasted vixen, and all that I would do to her. My fantasies were fast and furious, not having one end before another would start up! But wait!! Jean was due back in only a couple of days! ARRGH!! I took one of the longest showers I've ever taken trying to figure out what I was going to do. By the time I stepped out of my shower, I was mentally exhausted! I looked at the clock and realized the evening news would be coming on in another minute, so slipped into a robe, got myself a soda, and fell into my favorite chair. Everybody has a favorite chair, and I'm no exception, preferring an old leather recliner in the color of aged wood, or some such thing. Originally, it was a golden-brown, but after a few years it turned more caramel. Seated comfortably for the evening, I switched on the news, only to be distracted by the box I had placed in the middle of the coffee table. I didn't remember putting it there, swearing instead of placing it on the dining table next to my wallet and keys, but there it stood! Tiny mysteries like that never bother me, but since the box was placed almost exactly in my line of view of the television, well, I was bothered. I stood and picked up the box, only to remember the sales lady, Barb. Her fantastic body and lovely face would be in my mind for years, even had she turned me down for that date! With a smile on my face, I sat back down with the box, deciding to have a look at the 'magical' gem I paid $50 for. Actually, it was magical if it helped me get the date of my dreams. I opened the box and lifted out of the tissue the orange gem, peering at it closely, trying to detect any flaws in the stone. I should say, any mold lines or bubbles, because there wasn't any way this thing was real! But I couldn't find anything wrong with it after several minutes of intense scrutiny, but that didn't mean anything, really. It was very pretty anyway, so I might as well display it someplace as a conversation piece. I picked up the remote, casually holding the gem in the other hand, and turned the TV on and began flipping through the many channels of cable. I came upon a fitness program showing several good-looking women going through various exercises. My eyes were automatically drawn to one of the women in the front, and as luck would have it the camera suddenly zoomed in on her! She was gorgeous! What caught my attention right away was how her body was put together. Long legs that came up to wide hips and a fully rounded ass, which flowed into a small, taunt belly. Her breasts were quite large, maybe a DD cup, with large nipples making prominent points on her leotard! A lot of golden hair was swinging around behind that pretty face of hers, but all I could see was that body of hers! I whistled and hooted, generally behaving like a high school kid, all the time wishing she were here! Unnoticed by myself, the gem gave off a tiny little flash of energy. That's when I started feeling peculiar, funny all over, like a tingling throughout my whole body. I couldn't for the life of me describe it any better than that, or tell what brought it on, but since there wasn't any pain, I just lay there in my recliner and waited it out. After a few minutes it went away, leaving me wondering if I had cancer or something. It was such a funny feeling that I didn't really give it more than a passing worry, you know, like when you suddenly have a pain that feels generally serious, but it goes away leaving you feeling like a hypochondriac. I sat there holding the remote in one hand, and the gem in the other. I was going to put the gem down and pick up my soda when I noticed that something was strange about my hand. I brought it closer to my face and looked at the back of my hand. They didn't look like my fingers. That is to say, they looked as if they belonged to someone else. They were finer than I remembered them being, and smoother, too! In fact, the back of my hand lacked the hair that I knew was there before! I set the gem down and got up with the intention of going into the bathroom and looking into the mirror, when I felt my robe sag about me as if it had become several sizes too big. Standing there with my mouth open, I didn't know what was going on, only that suddenly strange things were happening! I pulled the robe straps tighter; failing to see what that did to my waist, and sailed into the bathroom. I was going to find out what was going on. When I flicked on the switch and saw myself, I screamed! There was my reflection, except it wasn't me at all! Some other person that only resembled me was starring back! I had shrunk! I sagged against the counter, looking at the person in the mirror, wondering how in the world something like this could happen to a guy like me. It was still me, of that there was no mistake, but so much was missing, like height! I roughly estimated losing 6" of height that I could not hide, even in the tallest shoes. I also lost bulk! I was repelled by the thinnest of my arms and body, feeling rather fragile and delicate. In fact, looking at my reflection anew, I couldn't really tell if I was male or female anymore! Hurriedly, I checked myself, feeling a sudden rush of relief when everything was still there. I didn't know how this had happened, but I wasn't the kind of person to let it totally blow me away. I would find out how and why if appropriate, and reverse it! The gem gave another slight pulse. It wasn't late yet, and I suddenly wanted to go out to the Mall and look around. Why did I want to go to the Mall? I walked into my room trying to think why I wanted to go out at all. I took my robe off, feeling the cool air on my body, and thought about what I wanted to buy when I got there. I guess I was feeling cramped and wanted some air, or something. Just then I noticed I had a hairless chest. I checked all over and found the only hair I now had was at my crotch, and on top of my head, and that was even thicker and longer than before, further confusing whether I was female or male. This was too much. I needed to get out and walk around, see a few things, talk to people. The gem pulsed with energy. I began to get dressed, pulling on socks, underwear, T-shirt, black jeans, and a faded orange shirt. I slipped my smaller feet into a pair of my old tennis shoes, not even thinking about the size difference, and only then realizing how everything I put on fit me like a glove! Very strange! But if everything fit then that was one less hassle for me to have to deal with. I grabbed my keys and headed out to the car. In no time I was walking into the Mall and thinking about my first stop. I saw the bookstore right off and decided that something to read would benefit me tremendously. As I browsed through the aisles wondering what type of book to look for, I stumbled upon calendars that were put out for the new year approaching. And what calendars they were, too! Some were very hot indeed showing some very beautiful women in different poses, leaving me feeling somewhat aroused. Of course, what kind of man would I be if the sight of scantily clad women didn't make some impression upon my hormones? Whew! I had to get out of there! For some reason, I was starting to feel very strange, like my body was just starting to become tickled by thousands of tiny feathers. I walked out of the bookstore and headed down the wide expanse of tiled, air-conditioned Mall. I saw a lot of very pretty women walking by, some even acknowledging me as they passed, though not in the way I was accustomed. More like they were passing someone that wasn't a threat. Course with the way I was looking now, I'm sure that was the case! I came along a lingerie shop, which gave me an idea. I would buy a bit of sexy lingerie for Jean! And or course she would feel obligated to try it on for me, which would lead to a bit of fun! Yes, that is what I'm going to do. I walked into the shop looking for the saleslady, only to be confronted by a short, somewhat plain looking woman in her early forties. "Can I help you?" "Well, I was looking for something very sexy, maybe in satin. Red, if you got it." I inadvertently stammered my words, causing me some embarrassment, but she didn't seem to mind. She just muttered something about panties and started walking deeper into the store leaving me to trail behind or lose her. Abruptly she turned to me holding a pair of red satin panties trimmed generously in lace. "How about these? I'd say a size 6 then?" She asked me, holding them against my hips. She obviously thought they were for me as if I was going to wear them myself. Maybe she deals with crossdressers a lot, but thinking that I was one wasn't making me feel very nice towards her. Back home on the small table the gem flickered with energy. Suddenly it vanished completely, only to reappear in the bedroom, sitting next to a jewel box, and a picture of Jean and Greg! "Well, they . . . " It was then I started feeling something totally strange to me. I quickly slid my hands around to my butt trying not to appear in distress, and felt what I knew couldn't be happening! My ASS was growing! It was getting bigger under my hands! I could FEEL it! I couldn't take my eyes off the panties either, but somehow I knew the panties and my ass were connected! She started looking at me funny then so I accepted the panties, not really hearing what she said next. I just said yes trying to figure out why my butt got suddenly bigger, and if I was a little freakish looking now. I followed her, slipping my wallet out of my now too tight jeans, thinking she was going to ring me up when she untangled a brassier off a stand and placed it into my hands. I just stupidly looked at it, then at her. "I asked if you needed a matching brassier to go with it and you said yes." "Oh, no. Thank you. I'll just buy these." I said, timidly dangling the panties from a crooked finger. She muttered something while ringing my purchase up. I had the feeling she was very tired and just wanted to get home. I sure wasn't going to detain her any longer that's for sure! I slipped the small bag containing the panties under my arm and strolled out of the store trying to get my wallet back into my pants. My pants were very tight, too tight, and made walking something of a new experience for me. I kept sliding my wallet across my butt where I knew my pocket was but it wasn't connecting for some reason. I stopped and looked behind me as best I could, trying not to look foolish in doing so, and realized that I now possessed jeans with no back pockets! How in the world could something like that happen? I didn't have any place to hold my wallet now and would have to carry the stupid thing! It was clear that whatever extraordinary events were happening to me was still happening, and I was, as yet, powerless to do anything about it! I started walking, holding the bag with the panties in one hand and my wallet in the other, when I found myself inside a department store. I looked at everything as I passed, making sure to keep my distance from anything that might make an impression upon me. I was thinking about when I felt my rear end transformation, and I knew it had been the same time I bought the panties. Maybe they were connected, maybe not. I didn't feel like taking any chances right at the moment, so walking the straight and narrow until I found a better idea was what I was going to do. I eventually found myself in the cosmetics department and was soon cornered by a saleslady dressed in a white lab coat. "Good evening. Would you like a free computer matching of our line? You could win a $200 gift certificate merely by participating." "$200? Well, I don't really think I need a computer match, whatever that is." My voice sounded different to me. I couldn't be sure, but I thought it sounded a little softer, and maybe a little higher. "It will only take a few minutes. Here honey, you just sit right here," as she patted a raised stool, smiling, "and I'll show you how wonders can be achieved." Wonders? I had a feeling she was talking about cosmetics, but she didn't say anything I recognized yet. Of course, she could just show me something, then hand me a piece of paper saying I had 200 bucks to blow tonight. I could sit here for that! When I was seated comfortably, she immediately started brushing my face with a brush as she launched into a sales pitch about her make-up. I had let her dupe me. I felt foolish enough, but how in the world could she mistake me for a woman? True, I had lost height and weight, and my butt had gotten bigger, almost freakishly so, but that didn't spell woman did it? Maybe it was time I looked into a mirror. Back home I looked and was reasonably assured that I still looked at least enough of me to pass as me, but now I seemed to be passing as a woman to these people. The gem flickered with energy. I let myself go in thought thinking she would be done in a few minutes as she promised, but when I felt her applying lipstick, I woke up! "Hey, wait a minute!" I started up, unaware my voice had gotten a little softer and higher still, but she gently held me there with a hand on my shoulder as she spoke. "I was just finishing up. I can't stop just yet so please be patient. I believe you're going to just love what I did! You're so easy to work on, it's almost like your face just naturally flows into the right hues and colors, enabling me to make you up like a princess!" Her smile was electrifying, but only made me go cold in my stomach. Then she turned me toward her large mirror she suddenly brought up from behind a counter. "Oh my God!" I said quietly. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She stood right behind me, with her hands on my shoulders ready to steady me, her face glowing with pride and joy at her masterpiece. "Don't you just love it?" She asked me. "I don't know what to say." I honestly didn't. In the mirror was a very attractive blond-haired woman. She had big, beautiful emerald eyes that were surrounded by very long, thick lashes. I also saw beneath the thinly arched eyebrows, eyeliner followed by pink, purple and silver eyeshadows creating a definite slut- rocker image. A small straight nose over a very sexy pair of full, pink lips. In fact, the lower lip was much fuller than I remembered it ever being, giving my mouth an extremely pouty look. If that wasn't enough of a shocker, my straight brown hair had somehow been replaced by a mass of golden curls that cascaded down to the middle of my back! What I saw in the mirror was nothing of my male self, but all girl! In fact, a very sexy looking one at that, which made it all the more difficult! I began to open my mouth to speak, but when the image staring back at me did the same, I was struck by the sheer eroticism she exuded merely by parting her lips. Her eyes seemed to flutter a moment then a pink tongue slowly licked the bottom of her upper lip. I was doing all that because I was nervous and scared, but the woman in the mirror made it look sensual and electrifying! I didn't know whether I wanted to scream, or get an erection! "It's so . . . different." Was all I could think of to say. I was being honest, of that there was no doubt. "You'll get used to it real quick! Especially when the guys start hitting on you! You're going to love it the more you look at it." She promised me without the least bit of worry that it wasn't what I wanted to begin with. "Here's your coupon and a free lipstick, and a chance to win the $200 gift certificate." She handed me these things, placing them in my numb hands. "Thank you." I said quietly. My voice seemed to have left me in my shock. I was petrified beyond belief! Here I was walking through a department store, looking like the beautiful lead vocalist of an all-female rock band, and I was a man! I could feel the hair swing behind me as I walked, and could taste the lipstick. I think she also sprayed some perfume on me, but wasn't sure. I could smell it though. As I was walking through the rest of the cosmetics area, a woman in front of me dropped a bottle of something. She wasn't aware she had dropped it so I bent down and picked it up, noting it to be some hot pink nail polish. I looked at it before giving it back to her, seeing the label 'Passion Pink,' and thinking how so many products have such names, when I felt a tingle in my hands! My HANDS! I watched in horrid fascination as my hands became smooth and delicate, each nail suddenly lengthening to an inch long and becoming a hot shade of pink! That's when she turned around. "Oh, thank you." Was all she said as she took the bottle out of my hand and turned back around, leaving me wondering if I was going mad! I must have been in a daze because I didn't remember making it out to the open mall, but there I was. I still had the small bag containing the red panties, and my wallet. I looked again at my wallet for it had also undergone a change unknown to me! Instead of my brown, double-fold, leather wallet, I now held a small pocket book of black leather! It was Definitely a purse by my standards. I hurriedly sat down at a nearby bench and went through it, hoping I wouldn't find anything of mine in it. Not only was I dissapointed in that, but my drivers license showed a picture of me as I now looked! And it listed my name as Brandi Smitton! Who the HELL is BRANDI SMITTON?! I sat there and tried to make sense of what was happening, and failing. The only thing I could think of, was that that stupid gem Barb sold me was actually magical. If I said that that was impossible, then what had been happening to me all night was also impossible. To borrow a statement from one of my favorite TV shows, 'If all logical possibilities have been exhausted, then what is left, however illogical, must be the answer.' To that end, that means that gem I have at home is a magic gem. I could either believe in that or that some force has apparently decided to make me their experiment for the night. I had to get home and look over that gem again. I picked up the bag and my purse, did I say that? And started for an exit. As I walked through, dodging people here and there, seeing that more than a few men would linger on me, I came upon a big poster in a shoe store. It just happened to catch my eye because of the sexy legs that came down to a pair of red, high heels. The gem pulsed once more, sending an invisible tendril of energy out into the night, directly towards the Mall. I think high heels are sexy, and I guess I was looking too long, because I felt that tingle in my feet! I looked down to see my tennis shoes begin to transform! I felt the increase in height, as they became a pair of red, high heels. I suddenly gained about 5" in height, but lost some mobility and balance. I groaned aloud and headed out to my car, mindful of the way my hips and ass were now moving, and careful not to look anywhere I wasn't suppose to. The drive home was uneventful, thankfully, and I stepped into my apartment with an audible sigh of relief. "Now to inspect the damages." I said to myself as I headed for the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I wasn't surprised to not find any trace of myself left in my image. What I saw was a very alluring female looking back at me. Her mass of golden curls framed a beautifully made up face that you would find in only the highest quality adult magazines. Standing in those high heels, basically because I had forgotten I still had them on, I was amazed at how comfortable they were, even though they made me walk with my butt sticking out. I suddenly got the vision of Peggy Bundy walking around in high heels! Did I look like that? I took hair scissors and started in on all those curls. I was merciless and after about thirty minutes, I was looking at a reasonable military style crew cut. It was difficult with those long, pink fingernails, but then they were next. With ten deft cuts with those same shears, I reduced those long nails to mere pink studs. Next came all that make-up. I looked for make-up remover in my girl friends stuff, but couldn't find anything. I guess she had taken it with her. Well, the only think left for me to do was to use a wash cloth. Looking at my reflection again, I felt really guilty about doing away with that chick's hard work. I mean, if I didn't know it was me behind that incredibly sexy face, I would be all over this girl! The magic of the gem understood and pulsed once more. I suddenly felt a tingle go through my face. It was quick and painless, but felt! I looked at my face in the mirror, expecting to see something like. . I don't know, ribbons, or something. But nothing looked different to me. I must be losing it. I was starting to get paranoid, course I couldn't blame myself for it. I picked up a wash cloth and after a good ten minutes of painful scrubbing, I realized that whatever kind of make-up that saleslady had used on me was going to stay on. I could only wipe off the pink lipstick, and that still left my lips stained pink! In fact, my lips still looked swollen. I studied my face, gently poking and prodding with my fingers, and realized that my face had changed, too! Just like my butt, hair and feet, so did my face! "Well that's just great!" I sarcastically sputtered at my reflection. My VOICE!! It changed even more! I now had a high, soft voice, slightly breathy, and charged with sex! It sounded very kittenish and arousing to my ears. Now I was getting depressed. I didn't really have a handle on whatever was happening to me, only a clue as to what was causing it, and no idea how to reverse it. I decided to wait until the morning before I looked at that gem again. Might as well attack the problem with a clear mind. I went straight to my bedroom, kicking off those red heels as soon as I walked in. When I got to pulling down my pants, I almost fainted! I was wearing red, lacy panties just like the ones I had bought for Barb! My pants fell to my ankles giving me a clear view of the total picture. I looked down, unbelieving, wishing I was dreaming, but knowing I was still awake. The lacy panties fit me very well since I didn't have anything in front to spoil the lay of material. I had lost my MANHOOD!! I woke up several hours later with the distinct feeling that something was wrong. I didn't open my eyes yet but I knew I was lying on the floor, it was morning, and that something soft was covering my face. I hesitantly opened one eye and saw blond curls, then everything came back to me in a rush. My changes, the panties and shoes, and the loss of my genitals! I opened my eyes and sat up, brushing the mass of golden curls out of my face, careful not to scratch myself with those damn pink claws of mine, and saw again my smooth crotch. The panties were red and satiny which showed every detail dreadfully, at least to my mind. Another fact I had missed last night was how my socks had become nude stockings with a 2" band of elastic lace at the top of each smooth thigh. I looked at my hands and saw that the nails did indeed grow back overnight, nail polish and all. So too did all that hair I so fitfully cut off last night. I had no doubt I now wore pink lipstick as well. Sighing, I pulled my pants back on, slipped on those heels and went to the bathroom, realizing before I even got there I would be sitting down now. For some reason, those 5" heels were really comfortable. With that out of the way, I went to the kitchen to grab something to eat, clacking along the floor all they way. I tried to think of a way out of this trap I was in, with very little luck. I just wasn't cut out for the sleuth type of guy. Puzzles always gave me trouble. The only lead I had was that gem I bought yesterday. Barb said it was magical, but I didn't believe her. In hindsight, I realize now that a couple of things she had said were clues as to what was going to happen! Some of the things I blew off just because they didn't make any sense at the time. Let see, one thing she had said was she had one last year, and had enjoyed it. I also remembered her showing posing for me when I asked her what the gem did. Suddenly, I grew cold. Was she telling me at the time she had a gem just like it, and had turned into what she was now? Had she been a man before? I had to find that gem and take it back! Maybe Barb knew how to reverse this! Right now I was a runner for a beauty pageant and I wanted that to change. The first thing I should do is study that gem again. I didn't go over it very well last night, course I hadn't changed then either. I finished my breakfast and made myself take a shower, carefully laying the clothes on the bed to wear again. I didn't have anything else to wear, and since what I had on before had changed into these things, I didn't want any of my other clothes to change into girls. After the shower, it was strange getting dressed. I've seen Jean wear stockings before, rolling them into a donut and pulling them up, but when I did it, it felt so weird and erotic! Another thing is, I seemed to know exactly how to put everything on with minimal effort, as if I had been doing it for years. I went to pick up the gem in the living room but for some reason it wasn't there now. I didn't see it anywhere! I began to search for it behind the couch, along the floor where it may have fallen, under the coffee table, anywhere where I thought it could have rolled. I couldn't find it anywhere! That didn't make any sense. Unless someone came in and took it, it should still be here somewhere. I didn't take it anywhere with me last night, so . . . I took one last look around, thinking the worst. The damn thing vanished after being used. Unless you've been transformed, you wouldn't believe that, but right then that sounded perfectly logical to me. Well then, the next step would be to go back to that store, discreetly, and inquire about it. I didn't want to let Barb know what had happened to me, so I would have to pretend I was someone else. That would not be the most difficult task right at the moment. I still had the same clothes I had on yesterday, other than that fact, I looked totally different. I was Shorter, prettier, and sexier. Did I say that? I drove on over to the place and entered the store inside of 23 minutes flat. I wandered the store looking for that odd entrance thing I remembered. I walked around so much, I couldn't recall if it was in the front of the store or the back. I went down several rows of merchandise, meeting several salesmen who were eager to help a sexy, single lady, but not having any luck. The men I had been running into were aggressive, not wanting to take no for an answer even when I all but screamed it into their faces! In utter relief, I stumbled into the lingerie section where I knew only women would work. At lest here I could take a breather by pretending to look around. Almost immediately a saleslady came up to me. "How can I help you dear?" She asked almost sympathetically, as if she knew what I had just gone through. I looked at her, intending to say that I was just looking, but instead an idea popped into my head! "I'd like some panties, please." "Certainly dear. Are you about a size 6?" She asked looking at my slim hips. I don't know why but I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if something was going to happen that I wouldn't like. I knew that Barb would not wear a size 6. That's what was at home in the bag. Barb's, and Jean's hips for that matter, were both larger than mine were right now. If I was going to be interested in purchasing something, I might as well buy something I knew one of them could wear. So if the saleslady last night thought I wore a size 6, since that's what she had given me, then Barb, for instance, would wear a size . . . 8? I looked at the saleslady uncertainty, my hands slimming down my hips trying to think what size Barb, or Jean would wear, and asked for a larger size. "I think I know exactly what's bothering you, honey." She said. She walked to a stand of garments I didn't readily recognize, taking one down as she talked. "With such bodies as yours, sometimes to make a particular dress lay right you must have a little some- thing extra. Here, try this on and let me know how you like it." She handed me some sort of foundation garment, but I didn't know what it was. I took it, thinking if I were to go into one of the dressing rooms with it I could take a rest and put my feet up without being bothered. "Men's dressing rooms don't have comfy chairs like this one." I muttered under my breadth as I made myself comfortable. I put my feet up on the stool, just as I had planned all along, and looked around the floral prints that surrounded me. Not much here to occupy my time, I thought, so I might as well find out what she had given me to try. The gem flickered and pulsed, its tendrils of energy stronger than yesterday. What I had was some sort of panty made from a nylon material with built-in padding. If I were to put this on, I would have instant hips, definitely not something I wanted right now. As I held the panty in front of me though, I felt that strange sensation that I was coming to recognize as a transformation, beginning in my hips! I looked down, holding the padded panty in one hand, and watched as my thighs began to increase in size and width! My hips started to widen, slowly covering more of the cushion I was sitting on and further stretching the pants that were already too tight! I wanted to scream, run, bury my head in the ground, anything that would make what was happening to my body stop! I had several inches of space on each side of my hips when I sat down, but with each passing second more and more of that precious space was being eaten up by a womanly bottom that didn't belong on me! Also, my pants were undergoing a transformation of their own! The cuffs were being drawn up my legs, revealing more and more of those stockings I had on, and more leg, which I now realized was very smooth and feminine! The cuffs came up over my knees, further up my thighs until they stopped just a few inches in front of my crotch where they began to meld into each other creating for me a skirt! I was wearing a skirt! I got up and stepped in front of the mirror, needing to know how much had happened to me this time. I looked and almost did a double take. That couldn't be me standing there, could it? In the mirror stood a ravishing blond woman standing in red, 5" heels that were attached to long, smooth, sexy legs. These legs were now attached to a set of the most widely rounded hips I had ever seen! I was wearing a very short, black denim skirt that barely covered the tops of the stockings, if I didn't move around that is! Even so, there was no mistaking the width of those hips that spoke woman to me loud and clear! I studied myself, trying to fathom going to work looking like I did just then, and not succeeding. "Yoo hoo! How we doing in there? Do you need any help?" The saleslady asked from outside the dressing room. Evidently wondering if she had a sale or not. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there, hoping she would go away. She didn't. She came in. "I brought a tape measure so you could see a difference." Her eyes saw what I was wearing, noting my now full hips and no doubt thought I had the panty on underneath. "Here, let me measure you real quick. I must say, that skirt is just so sexy! You're going to have every man out there after you when you leave." She quickly wrapped the tape around my waist, then my hips, writing both numbers down into a pad she had with her. "Uh, could you tell me what my measurements are?" I asked, somewhat timidly. I really didn't want to know yet a part of me wanted the full amount of damage. Outside, I was getting depressed just standing in front of my reflection. "Well, your waist is 26", but I could take that in for you a good 4 or 5 with a waist nipper I have. Your hips measure 38" which is about right and looks good. Gives you those curves that men look for when they want a family." She looked at me for a reaction and when none came, she excused herself saying she had something to do. I thought my hips looked entirely too wide. I was afraid my waist had been shrunk also, but that evidently wasn't the case. The changes this time could not be hidden behind loose clothing. Of course, I couldn't very well hide the lack of height either, but at least I had still been male when that happened. I stood in front of that mirror for a long time, thinking what in the world I could do now, what with a mass of blond curls and inch long, pink nails, and hips too wide for my body. To anyone looking at me, even glimpsing me, I was female. I didn't hear the saleslady come back in nor see what she had brought with her. "If you permit me, I'd like to show you something that will make a big difference in you life." I looked at her reflection and realized that she was only trying to help someone she thought was in need of it. I shrugged, giving her my permission, not knowing what she was going to do. What she was going to do was take off my shirt! My eyes went wide with fright, but then I didn't know why I should be, so I let her. I didn't know what she thought she was going to find, but she had my curiosity up. Once my shirt and T-shirt was off, she wrapped the tape measure around my naked chest. She muttered something to herself before looking at me intently. "Do you like small breasts, or big breasts?" "Well, I really like big breasts. The bigger the better actually." I immediately knew what she was going to suggest. Some sort of chest prosthetic! I didn't want any of that and proceeded to get back dressed. "If you'd like to try this on, I can show you how well you'll look." She asked while holding up a white satin and lace bra. My eyes went a little wide at the size of the cups on it, obviously she took what I had said to heart. "No, thank you. I think I'll be going now. Thanks for all your help." "Oh, I'll ring you up right now then. If you change your mind, my name's Susan." "Okay." I didn't remember saying I'd buy anything. On second thought, looking at my now maidenly hips, she probably thought I was wearing that panty girdle. I'd better buy it so I won't be accused of attempting to steal something. I wouldn't want to have to go through a strip search. In a moment she came out holding a bag. "I put it in the bag for you. Let's see now." She pushed buttons on her machine and gave me a total, which I thought was high, but then I didn't know how much such things cost anyway. Once paid, I left the lingerie department and started my search again, intent on finding that place, or at least Barb! I was beginning to think that Barb would be the perfect person to ask about how I could change back. Maybe I could buy another gem? And if she put it in the bag for me, then how did she think I got such wide hips from? I suddenly opened the bag I was carrying. Inside, folded so the straps were inside both cups, was the huge brassier she had offered me just a few minutes ago! I thought I told her I didn't want it? Shrugging with defeat, I quickly looked at the tag I saw on the bra. It was a size 36 DDD. That's pretty big, I thought to myself, but I remember dating a girl in college that could've blown that away. She had been such a slut, too! The gem pulsed once, strongly. As I searched down one row of goods, I started feeling that tingle again! I stopped, trying to figure what I may have inadvertently done to set it off this time but could think of nothing. I looked down at my chest, because I felt something crawling across it and discovered my T-shirt was changing underneath my button shirt! I set the bag and my purse down on a nearby table and pulled my shirt open a little to see what was happening. I saw what was left of my T-shirt finishing its transformation into a brassier! It took only a moment to finish, and then I saw that it was a matching red, satin bra for the panties I was wearing! Then my button shirt started changing, too! Right in front of my eyes it became a red, satin blouse with a low cut, heart-shaped neckline and short little sleeves and no collar. Then the real thing started! I started feeling that peculiar sensation again! OH NO! I stood helpless as I watched the front of my 'blouse' began to expand out into two definite bumps! I looked around, I'm sure frantically, looking for anyone to help me out of this nightmare I found myself in, but there were no people around me just then! My blouse swelled out slowly, the satin smoothly flowing over the breasts that were growing upon my chest, and all I could do was stand there and watch. I saw down the front of my blouse and could see the flesh filling and pushing outward, encased by the satin of the brassier. The bra's cups held each swelling breast perfectly and was naturally enlarging when my tits enlarged, so there was no indication of just how big I was going to get! I picked up the bag and purse and ducked down one aisle, not wishing to have someone actually see me being transformed! I walked briskly, hoping that I wasn't going to be a freak, because I felt my breasts begin to bounce a little with each step I took in those heels! Pretty soon though, the little bounces I was feeling began to be big bounces. I dared a glance down as I was coming into the cosmetics again, and almost cried out! I was Big! Probably a C cup already, maybe a D, and still growing! I still didn't know what had caused it! In between two aisles of cosmetics, I stood and waited for the transformation to finish, hoping I wasn't going to be this way for the rest of my life. Finally, I couldn't feel them growing anymore and hesitantly looked down at what was now going to be the new me. Oh my GOD! I reached out and grabbed the shelving in front of me for support because I thought I'd faint. I was HUGE! I had to be at least a FF or G cup!! What the hell happened to me?! The satin blouse I now wore was form fitting, hugging every curve I now had, and leaving nothing to the imagination. It was also so low cut, it almost showed the lace trim on the cups of the bra underneath! I shook my head, wondering what in the world I was supposed to do with my life if I didn't change back. I looked again at my colossal cleavage and judged each tit was about the size of my head. I didn't know what to do then, my mind was going blank. I couldn't think! I looked around to see if anyone had seen the transformation I just went through. No, nobody had seen it. I looked again at my chest, sighing inwardly, not believing the situation I was in. Never in all my life would I have believed anyone telling me that I would be in such a predicament. I felt really uncomfortable, wishing I had some sort of jacket to wear over the unusual endowments I was now blessed with. Did I say 'blessed?' I looked around, feeling the blond curls swing as I did, and decided to just leave the store. I obviously wasn't going to find the place where I bought the gem, better to go home and try to figure out something else. Maybe I could find the blasted gem now since I had been changed beyond all trace of man into a woman! I headed for the front doors of the store and out to my car. It didn't take me long to get home. I walked in feeling totally defeated, not really believing I would ever get out of this predicament intact. I sat down in my chair in the living room, not at first seeing the purse sitting on the coffee table. When I did see it, my girlfriend came walking out of the bedroom, unawares that I had come home. When she saw me, she started as if I were a stranger, which I was. "Who the hell are you?!" She asked me, almost yelling. She was angry already, probably because I hadn't been home when she did. After all, it had only been a day. "I, uh . . . " I looked at her, totally lost for words. She on the other hand, looked at me like I was the trespasser that I appeared to be. "So you're the little slut that my boyfriend has been sleeping with behind my back." She said nastily. "Boyfriend? No, I'm not. . " I didn't know what to say. I knew she wouldn't believe the truth, but I didn't have anything else to work with. "Well guess what Candy, or Trixie, or whatever your name is, you can have him!" She walked so rapidly I thought she was going to hit me. Instead though, she grabbed the mass of blond curls that I had been cursed with and pulled me up to my feet. I was surprised to see how much taller she was over me, and with those damn 5" heels on, that I was made even more speechless! I knew her to be 5'10", so that would make me just over 5' tall in bare feet! "I didn't realized how much he preferred cows with such big udders, but obviously his tastes have declined. I now know what our difficulty has been." With each word, she shook her fist buried in my blond tresses making me wobble in those heels, and those mammoth breasts jiggle inside their satin prison causing her to look at them as well. She scowled at me again. "So he'd much rather be seen with a freak like you than a real woman like me?!" She all but screamed as she flung me down! I landed none too gently on the edge of my chair, bounced once then landed on the floor. My hair spilled down into my face preventing me from seeing anything, but I heard her clacking heels as they receded into the bedroom. I didn't know what to do except cry. I couldn't help myself at first as the tears started rolling down my cheeks, but the more I thought about my inability to fix things, the more I started to cry. Soon, I was balling my eyes out. The gem flickered, sending a slight bit of energy out, affecting things just as the owner wanted. Jean stomped into the bedroom and pounded her palms against her dresser. She looked into the mirror at her face, trying to decide what to do next. That's when she noticed the gem. Had Greg gotten this for her? Suddenly, she was afraid she had jumped to conclusions. What if she had been wrong about that girl out there? She heard her crying, and wondered why she was here, and where Greg was. With her heart going out to the sobbing woman, she decided to try and find the truth of what was going on. The first thing she needed to do was go and apologize! I sat there for an untold amount of time just crying like a baby, unaware of anything else around me, and not caring. Suddenly I felt an arm around my shoulders, lifting me up and into a chair. It was Jean, though not the Jean I remember. Her face showed the misery of hurt feelings and the despair of a relationship that was sinking, but also the sympathy for another person. I was so grateful for the slight crack in her armor, I flung my arms around her in an emotional hug, burying my face in her nick, sobbing uncontrollably. "There, there. That's alright." She soothed to me. I couldn't really believe she would forget the seemingly cheating boyfriend already, but her hands smoothed my hair and patted my back in a gesture that totally relaxed me. I was beginning to think maybe I could tell her everything, that she could help me. "Why don't you tell me your name, hmmm?" She asked quietly, sweetly. I looked up at her, realizing she had my hands in her lap, and sniffed. "Come on." She prompted, "I'm not going to bite." She laughed a little then, adding, "My bark is worse than my bite, no matter what people say about me." I looked at her, searching her face for any signs she was leading me on, and took a big breath to steady my nerves. Jean was a lovely woman, just a little too serious for me at times. She was certainly pretty, there was no doubt there, and had a fine ass to boot. She kept herself in shape, unlike most women in these times, and didn't often complain about her body. At 5'10", she was really tall for a woman, and had that lean shapely look about her that suggested she had been an athlete at one time. She hadn't been though. I always thought her breasts were almost perfect. Slightly conical spheres, about a B cup, with large nipples that were wonderfully sensitive to her. She had a pretty face and long brunette hair that she took care of, thinking it to be her best feature. The last thing I wanted was to lose her, especially in my hour of need. The gem, unseen, flickered once. "My name is Greg," I paused, "and I live with my girlfriend Jean, right here." She sighed, not a good sign I thought, and looked at me again. Before she could say anything however, I began speaking about all that happened to me. I told her of me stopping at that store and buying that peculiar gem, then how I began to change without any explicable reason, until I came to look like what she saw right now. An over-endowed blond with more curves that an old country road, with a face more suited to a porn movie than anything else. When I finished I just sat there waiting for her reaction, thinking one of two possible things was going to happen next. Either she would call the funny farm and have me carted off, or she would kill me. "I think I'll reserve judgement just yet, only because I found this on my dresser." She held up the gem I had searched for with so much difficulty! "That's it!!" I cried, reaching for it only to have her pull it away suddenly. "Not so fast." She said, looking at me with a new interest. "I want you to pretend I don't believe a word you said to me, which should be easy, and try to convince me you're my boyfriend." She sat back with the gem, looking at it with idle interest. I took another deep breath, feeling the brassier tighten around my breasts as I did so, and began telling her things only Greg would have knowledge about. I told her about past dates, fights we had had, outings with her family, or mine, etc. Things only her boyfriend, myself, would know. All the time she was listening to me, she would look over my body, then at the gem in her hand. I wasn't sure but I think she was beginning to believe me! "Tell me about the gem. How does it work?" She asked. I felt my hopes getting higher, believing that soon, I would become a guy again with Jean's help. I told her what I knew about the gem, which was little. I told her that the gem would only work for an owner. Meaning, I thought, that you would have to buy it. I deleted the part of Barb, not wishing to anger her with proof of my cheating. "So you think this gem has been used up, and to straighten things out for you, we would have to go back and buy another gem?" She asked me. I didn't have to think about what she had said because that's about the same conclusion I had already come up with before. "That's right! Except I couldn't find the same place again. It was almost like it had vanished." I cried to her in frustration. She patted my knee in a 'tsk tsk' manner. "That's alright. We'll find it sooner or later. Don't you worry, Greg." She said hesitantly. She looked at me again before continuing. "You know, I find it difficult to imagine you being my boyfriend, much less calling you by his name. How about I call you something else until we can put things back?" "I guess that would be okay." I replied hopefully. I was beginning to have joy that she was going to help me after all. "How about Brandi?" I asked, getting up to find that damn traitorous wallet that would rather be a purse. "Brandi?" She looked at me like I was losing my mind. I sat back down and showed her my license, and any other identification I could find. She looked at everything, then at me with a suspicious grin. It took me a while before I realized what she was thinking. "I didn't do this! My wallet changed into a purse, and all my identification changed to fit this new body." I gestured at my breasts with my hands. "Okay. I was going to kid you a little, but I guess you've had a rough day. Tomorrow we'll try to find out what happened." "So you're going to help me get back to normal?" "Of course I am." She smiled. "I can't have such a beautiful creature like you running around here. People would start to talk." She laughed then, patting my shoulder. "Could I have this since you're done with it?" She asked, holding up the gem. I only glanced at it, wishing I never had purchased it in the first place. "Sure. Take it. It's yours. I never want to see it again." I sat back, picking up a pillow to cover my chest, and hugged it, taking comfort from it. Jean got up and went into the bedroom taking the gem with her. There was something nagging at the back of my brain, but I couldn't figure out what it was. One of those things that was going to bug me all night, I was sure. Jean came back only a few seconds later. "It's starting to get a little late so why don't we go to bed and start on this fresh in the morning?" She asked. I saw in her hand a pink babydoll nightie, obviously meant for me by the way she was grinning. When she saw my reaction, she smiled even broader. "You don't really expect me to wear that, do you?" "From what you told me, anything you put on is going to transform into sexy woman's clothing anyway. So why waste more of your clothing. Just abandon yourself for one night and enjoy it." She emphasized her words by swinging the garment back and forth. Of course, what she said was probably true. Everything I had that was male had been transformed into female clothing, and not boring stuff either as I gazed at the expanse of cleavage revealed by the sexy, satin blouse I was currently wearing. Several hours ago, it was one of my favorite shirts. I got up, feeling the weight of my breasts pulling me forward before I arched my back more, and walked toward Jean with the intent of getting undressed and going to bed. The clack, clack of my heels on the hardwood was loud to me. "Wow, I didn't realize how sexy you move." She said as she watched me walk past her. "You have a definite bump and grind that would make any man hard just watching." "Great." I told her. "Maybe I should start working as a stripper." My sarcasm was heavy, but she didn't reply. She just continued watching me walk until I made it into the bedroom. A few minutes later, with me wearing that damn pink babydoll and her wearing a long satin nightgown the color of red, we were ready to go to bed. That's when she brought out a tape measure and expressed a desire to see what my measurements were. "Must you?" I asked pleadingly. I didn't want to know what my measurements were, but she seemed very definite as she came closer. Standing next to me, both of us in our bare feet, she realized for the first time I think just how short I had become. She stood a good 6" taller than I did. "Well, isn't this a turn of events for a change." She stated, smiling sincerely for the first time. "I'm going to see just how tall you are." The tape was just long enough, enabling her to determine my height. She didn't tell though, preferring instead to write it down on a pad she had nearby. Next she wrapped the tape around my hips, taking delight in the lacy, pink panties she had talked me into wearing with the babydoll. She also wrote it down, along with my waist measurement. When she began to wrap the tape around my mammoth bust, she began to fumble, becoming clumsy. What was this? "What's wrong?" I asked her. I knew I was making her nervous, but didn't see any reason why, unless she didn't believe my story. If that was the case, then why was she treating me like she had? Maybe, I thought, she just wasn't used to sleeping in the same bed with another woman. Although that thought made me suddenly choke, it seemed more plausible. "Nothing is wrong. It's just I never thought I'd be taking my boyfriends measurements." She nervously reached around me, her B cups just touching my much larger ones, and wrapped the tape around bringing the ends together in front between my breasts. Her fingers kept brushing my tits as she tried to make certain the tape was straight. The contact was starting to have a visible effect on me as I both saw, and felt, my nipples start to enlarge. The babydoll was very sheer and low cut, showing off my chest in the best possible way. And since I didn't have a bra on, the huge points that started to poke out the fabric were very obvious to her. I looked up into her eyes as her fingers kept accidentally touching me, arousing me, and was wishing we could lay in bed together and make love like we used to. I noticed Jean's face was stressed and on the verge of perspiring. Her eyes kept alternating between the tape in between my breasts, and the stiff nipples that poked out on either side. I was beginning to think Jean was becoming aroused, just as I was, so decided to try a little experiment. I inhaled a little, just enough to screw up her fourth attempt at reading the tape. Her fingers came apart, touching the insides of my breasts yet again eliciting a small gasp of pleasure from myself, until she pulled the tape a little more firmly, glaring at me to be still. "Sorry." I said quietly, secretly smiling inside. Maybe tonight would be interesting anyway. "All done." She said, exhaling loudly. She turned around quickly before I could see her face, jotting down whatever numbers she came up with. "Are you going to tell me what my measurements are?" I asked her. For some reason I was curious to know. "I thought you didn't want to know." She replied, smiling again. "I changed my mind." "Well, I must say, I'm impressed." She walked over to the bed and sat down before continuing. "I took both measurements on your chest to see what size bra you would need." "What do you mean, need?" "I mean, what size you wear right now." "I don't plan on staying this way for the rest of my life, you know." I told her. "I know, I know. Calm down." She motioned me over to her as she spoke. I came over and sat on the bed next to her, feeling my breasts sway and jiggle as I did so. "First off, you stand approximately 5'2" tall." She looked toward me smirking. "A big difference from the 5'11" before." I just shrugged my shoulders causing my breasts to move about. She smiled slightly, uncomfortably even, before looking down at her pad again. "Your bra size is 36 HH, or a 36 I. I can't be sure until we get you professionally sized." She looked to me for a reaction. I just sat there with my mouth hanging open, wondering how in the world I could even walk with such a large chest, not to mention do the little things. Obviously, I have been, but I didn't know how I did it. "That's very large you know." She said to me. I turned to her, stunned, realizing that I had been given an extremely large chest, but not thinking exactly what size they were. If I didn't manage to get myself changed back, I would be stuck with them for the rest of my life. I looked down at the two round balls of flesh that stuck out the sheer nightie, noting the erect, rosy-pink nipples that stuck out so erotically, and wondered what I would eventually have to do if it were permanent. I couldn't go back to my job that's for sure. I must have looked like I was going to cry because Jean wrapped her arms around me pulling me towards he. "It's going to be alright. Don't worry about it right now. We'll see what we can do in the morning." "Okay," I replied in a very small voice. "Let me tell you your measurements, then well go to sleep." She looked down at her pad again. "From top to bottom, your measurements are 48-22-37." "Wow." That was all I could think of to say at the moment. I always thought I knew measurements, what numbers I would like to see on women, especially Jean, but to hear these numbers, and to know what it feels like to have them, is very different. I've always loved super-stacked women with tiny waists and wide hips with big round asses that love sex and would give a blowjob at the drop of a hat, but to know I was at that threshold. At the very entrance of a type of woman who fit those exact qualities, was mind-numbing to me. The only difference between myself, and the type of woman that was, in my mind, perfect, was simply a mindset. I had the physical part down pat. I stood up then, stretching my arms above my