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Author's Note: I would like to thank Elrod for the use of his characters, and words of encouragement, as well as his time helping me dispose of the worst of my grammatical and spelling errors. I would also like to thank Ellen Heyes for helping me with my writing. She tirelessly hammered me until I corrected some of the more implausible passages in the story. I enjoyed her frank and pitiless critiques as well as her words of encouragement. Thanks to her as well for allowing me to pay my respect by having some of her characters put in a cameo. See if you can tell which ones they are. If you can't, I suggest you go read her stuff, it's quite good. While this story is not perfect by a long shot, I think it is pretty good for a first attempt. If you have any constructive criticisms, please let me know. If you liked it and want to tell me, then by all means, let me know. =) Lisa ([email protected]) Informational: This story contains harsh language and scenes of a frank sexual nature and is not suitable for younger readers. Strange Therapy By Lisa Grey Prologue Ellen Gowski was sitting on a bench at the mall. She found it helped her think, sitting amidst the throngs of people, watching them go by. She was having a real problem with one of her friends. Lee Barrett had been a close friend of hers since they had met through one of Ellen's former boyfriends. That had been six years ago. The relationship with the boyfriend had lasted a whole six months, but her friendship with Lee had never flagged. Ellen couldn't say why she liked him so much, nor could she explain why he could talk to her, when around any other female, he would retreat into his shell and become quite incommunicative. Maybe it was because when they had first met he didn't view her as a love interest. She had got to see him in some of his unguarded moments. She knew there was more to him than most people realized. She was a psychotherapist, and used her skills to draw him out. Even thought he was more talkative with her than anybody else, it had still taken her quite some time to get him to talk about himself. Lee was a conundrum. He had a good job making good money. His family was decent. By all rights, he should have nothing to worry about. His constant worrying caused him to have a really critical self-image and he had very little self-confidence and no self-esteem. He was just so sad all the time. Lee had so much to offer the world, but he just didn't have the energy to do anything about it. In spite of the fact he was rather depressing to be around, she still wanted to be there for him as his friend. She was eventually able to get him to confide in her. Two years ago she had got him to go to a colleague of hers to try to get help for his anxiety and depression. He had been diagnosed with a persistent anxiety disorder that no amount of drugs or conventional therapy had been able to overcome. Lee had confessed to being a closet crossdresser during one of their weekly get-togethers recently. He was being urged to explore this part of him in more public surroundings by some online friends. He though this might be fun but was confused by the whole thing. He claimed this was just a way to escape his reality for a while, to be someone else, but as they talked about it she began to wonder. He had said that he felt as if he thought and reacted the way a woman would. She had asked if he was a transsexual. He said he was not, then qualified it by saying that he wanted it all or nothing. He couldn't accept being made to resemble a female by a surgical procedure that would leave him as a pale imitation of the real thing. He reasoned that because there was no way for him to be a real girl, he couldn't be a transsexual. Ellen couldn't fault his reasoning for not having SRS, but she thought his reasoning about not being TS was somewhat dubious. Ellen just didn't know what to do. Lee had a presence, after you got passed the cold exterior defenses, which caused people to like him. He just had this nobility of mind and sprit that fascinated her. In spite of this, he was not exceptionally lucky with women. He had theorized to her that this had to do with his thinking like a female. He thought maybe he subconsciously projected this, causing women to not be attracted to him. She thought maybe there was something to the projecting thing, but thought it had more to do with him projecting remote inaccessibility. Ellen had got past the defenses with a combination of her training to draw people out and their friendship. She liked him. A lot. More than was she was willing to admit. It was not that he was physically attractive, though he wasn't bad looking. She was drawn to him in spite of herself and she couldn't explain why. She had been battling against these feelings for some time, but it seemed the more she fought them the stronger they got. She was scared to tell him about her feelings for him because she didn't want to lose the easy friendship they shared. She feared that if he were to know her feelings he might put up his defenses and shut her out like he did with every other woman. She was beginning to realize that this compulsion she felt to be with him would soon outweigh these considerations. One thing was clear. The therapist was not able to help him. If his therapist couldn't help him then she wanted beyond all rational thought to give him solace as his lover. This thought soon consumed her, and she found that she no longer cared about the personal cost to herself. She had to be with him. "Hello, Ellen." Ellen started. She had not seen the old man in a bathrobe sit down next to her. As a matter of fact, she would have sworn he was not there a moment ago. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" Ellen asked. "No, " the old man replied, " but I know you, and your friend Lee." "So what can I do for you, sir?" Ellen asked. "It's not what you can do for me, but what I can do for you. I have here something that will solve your dilemma," the old man said, handing her an envelope. Ellen opened the envelope. It contained a brochure and a pair of two- week passes to some place called Bikini Beach. "How is this going to help me with Lee?" asked Ellen. "You'll just have to trust me," the old man said, with a knowing grin. " Besides, what the worst that could happen? You could both have a much needed vacation." Ellen thought about it for a moment, and decided what the heck, it might be kind of fun. She turned to thank the old man, but he was gone. This was strange, very strange. Chapter 1: Confessions Lee arrived at Ellen's house. It was a beautiful house overlooking a river. He parked his black Honda in front of her garage and let himself in the house. He found Ellen sitting on the pool deck. "Hi Lee. Grab a drink and come on out here," Ellen said. "How have you been doing?" "Same as always, Ellen," he said, taking a Corona from the wet bar fridge and putting a slice of lime in it. Ellen Gowski was a fine looking woman. She was 5'6" and about 125 pounds with dark blonde hair that extended to about 6 inches past her shoulders. She had the most wonderfully dark blue eyes. She was beautiful. Lee found it hard not to think of her without wishing beyond reason she would be romantically interested in him. Wishing he was not such a freak so she could be romantically interested in him. Especially when she was lying out on her pool deck with that tiny bikini on. It made her look so sleek and graceful. "So, Lee, what's been going on?" she asked, conversationally. "Nothing much, just going to work and coming home," Lee answered. He could be so frustrating sometimes, Ellen thought. She looked at him. He was 5'7" 145lbs. He had nondescript brown hair and the most amazing grey eyes. He was trim but not real muscular. She concluded that his best physical aspects were those amazing grey eyes and his tight butt. She shrugged mentally. It was no wonder women didn't seem interested in him, it took all of her tricks as a therapist to draw him out. "Lee, I want you to take a trip with me. You need a vacation and I've acquired a pair of two-week passes to this water park up the coast called Bikini Beach. What do you say? It'll be fun," Ellen explained while Lee stared at her like she had just suggested that they go to Spain to join the running of the bulls. "Why do you want me to go with you? Why not Gina or Sandra or one of your other girl friends?" Lee asked. "Because, Lee, you're my closest friend, and I thought it'd be fun to spend some time with you," Ellen said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I wouldn't want to cramp your style. It'll be hard to meet a guy if you're running around with one already," Lee said. 'I will already be running around with the only guy I want,' Ellen thought, but she said, "I'm not going there to meet guys. I'm going to spend some time with my good friend...you." "Ellen, let me ask you something. In the five and a half years I've known you since you and Bill broke up, you haven't been serious about anybody, and recently you don't even seem to be looking. Why is that?" 'Ohmigod,' Ellen thought, 'the boy is about to get a clue.' "I mean, people are gonna start thinking we've got something going on, and I know you don't want that," Lee said with concern. 'Nope,' Ellen thought, 'false alarm.' "I dunno, Lee, I guess with my career and what not, it just hasn't seemed that important to me," Ellen lied smoothly. 'He'll know differently after we get to the park, but I don't want to scare him off just yet,' Ellen thought. They talked about it and Ellen convinced Lee that he really should do this. He agreed to pick her up at her house Friday evening. They would take his new Honda Prelude since he was looking for a reason to take it on a road trip. Lee decided he could use a vacation, any excuse to get out of his daily obligations and have some time to do whatever he wanted. For her part, Ellen was planning to tell Lee of her feelings for him when they got to the park. She truly hoped he would not run from her, shut her out, because she wanted more than anything to be with him. It was breaking her heart, seeing him so lonely and sad all the time. She wanted so much to make him happy. Friday evening rolled around. Ellen found herself waiting her living room when Lee pulled up outside in his sleek black Prelude. He, as with most men, had managed to pack two weeks worth of stuff into one duffel bag. He helped her load her two suitcases into the trunk. They barely fit, and they had to put his duffel and her make-up case in the back seat. It would be a four-hour drive to the park so they decided to drive the first two hours before stopping to eat. Lee was a good driver, though Ellen could sense how uptight he was as they navigated rush hour traffic. A couple of times he voiced a colorful opinion of another driver before he remembered Ellen was in the car with him. At these times he would blush and apologize to her. Ellen thought this was cute. 'Chivalry is definitely not dead in this guy,' she thought. After they got out of town and traffic thinned out he relaxed a bit. They chatted. She did most of the talking though. Lee preferred to listen and drive, but he would give his input when called for. He loved her slight Irish accent, but found it strange in someone with a name like Gowski. He had asked her about that once and she said her parents were from Ireland, but her great great grandfather was from Poland. As the black Prelude cruised up the highway, the old man sat in the old woman's office. He looked up from the scrying glass. "So what's the bet?" he asked. "I bet he ends up with a lifetime membership," the old woman said. The old man laughed at that, and said, "Come now Old Woman, we both know that's a given. How about something else." "Ok, I bet he leaves here with a lifetime membership," said the old woman with a grin. "You're on. I bet he goes back to his life and gets the membership later," the old man said. "So what are the terms?" the old woman asked. As the two worked out the terms of their wager, the scrying glass showed a black Honda carrying its unsuspecting passengers toward the strangest vacation they had ever seen. Had they known what fate had in store for them, they probably would have still come, but with a lot more trepidation. It was 11 PM when Lee pulled the Prelude into the hotel parking lot. He and Ellen entered the lobby to check in. It was a nice hotel. The lobby was decked out in warm wood paneling. The thick carpeting was tan with burgundy designs. Soft wood and leather chairs sat around for the guests to lounge in. There was a lounge across from the front desk, leaking strains of music out into the lobby. They made their way to the front desk where they where greeted by a jovial corpulent man whose nametag proclaimed him to be the night manager. "Good evening, folks," proclaimed the man with an exuberance Lee seldom felt himself. "How may I help you?" "We have reservations for two rooms, under the names Gowski and Barrett," Ellen stated. The man tapped on the keyboard of his computer momentarily before his brow furrowed, "Are you sure it was two rooms? It says here you reserved a two room suite." "We definitely wanted two separate rooms," Ellen confirmed. "Well, I am really sorry about this, but the suite that was mistakenly reserved for you is all we have available. I know there isn't going to be anything else available anywhere else due to the martial arts matches in town until Wednesday. If you would like the suite I'll be glad to comp it to you for the first night," the man said sincerely. Ellen looked at Lee questioningly. Lee just shrugged, looking impassive. "Well I suppose if it's just for the night, it shouldn't be a problem," Ellen said. "Very good, ma'am. I am really sorry about the mix up. If you could just fill out these forms and give me your credit card, we'll get you registered and in your rooms in no time," the man said apologetically. Ten minutes later they were turning the key to their suite. Ellen had set down her suitcase to operate the magnetic key, while Lee stood by carrying her other suitcase and his duffel. She was a bit shocked when he had retrieved the Ruger 40 caliber semi-auto out of the glove compartment of the car. When he saw her look, he got embarrassed, thinking he had frightened her until she showed him the Walther PPK in her purse. Then he laughed and said something about "pitying the fool". They entered the room. It was as well appointed as the lobby. The door opened into a small foyer, which in turn opened into a living area sporting a couch, chair, coffee table, and entertainment center. Beside the foyer but separated from it by a wall was a small kitchen area containing a fridge, a microwave, and a sink. No stove, but the cabinets did provide glasses and what not. There was a bar and stools further separating the kitchen from the living area. There was an alcove on the wall opposite the kitchen and foyer that contained three doors. The center door led to a large bathroom decked out in black marble. Dominating the room was a large whirlpool tub. To either side of the bathroom there was a door. Each led to an identical bedroom containing a comfy looking queen size bed, a chest of drawers and a closet. As with the living room, the bedrooms had tan walls with a burgundy border around the top, and a plush burgundy carpet under foot. Ellen chose the left hand room, and Lee followed her in placing her suitcase on the bed. As he was going to his room to get settled in, Ellen asked, "How 'bout we change and go to the lounge for a drink before bed?" "Sure," Lee agreed. Lee unpacked his stuff. He freshened up his deodorant and put on a clean shirt. He then went into the living room to wait for Ellen. She seemed to be taking a long time, but he reasoned that she had two suitcases to unpack, so he clicked on the TV. He was channel surfing when she came into the room. When he saw her, his eyes bugged. She had on the infamous LBD (little black dress). It was terribly sexy on her. Her hair was done up in a most fetching manner. She was gorgeous. He barely was able to keep his tongue from dragging the floor. Seeing his look, she did a little pirouette and asked, "You like?" His jaw made chewing motions as he desperately tried to engage his brain's speech center. He finally managed to choke out, "Wow." 'I wonder,' he thought to himself, 'if she knows how cruel and inhumane this punishment is?' "Don't get me wrong," he asked her, "but why are you dressed like that?" She laughed and asked," Why, don't you like it?" "Sure, I love it, but why?" He asked again. "Well, think about it. Won't it feel good seeing all the envious looks you get from other guys?" "I suppose it would if you were my girlfriend instead of just my friend, but you're not." "Well they don't know that. Come on, it will be fun. Let's go," and she was on her way out the door. When they got to the lounge, Lee saw that she was right. The male population of the room was alternately looking at Ellen with naked lust, and at Lee a great deal of envy. It still didn't give him any sort of satisfaction. It just made him feel frustrated that he didn't even have a woman, let alone one that looked this good. Ellen, for her part, didn't make it any easier by taking his hand and adding a sexy little wiggle to her walk. They found a table and sat down. Ellen sat very close to Lee. After the waitress took their drink order, Lee just sat there inhaling Ellen's perfume. She smelled wonderful, and it was too much for Lee to bear. "Ellen, what in the name of all that's Holy are you doing?" Lee burst out. " Why Lee, what ever do you mean?" she asked innocently. "Can the innocence crap, Ellen. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Tell me what's going on and why I shouldn't be carrying my ass back to the room and having serious second thoughts about me being here at all. I think I beat myself up enough with out having someone who I trust, and knows more about me than my own mother playing cruel jokes on me." Ellen looked shocked for a moment. He had such a low opinion of himself he couldn't fathom someone might actually be romantically interested in him. "Lee," she inquired, waiting till he looked at her. This took a moment since he was trying to look anywhere but at her. "Lee," he looked at her, "would it surprise you to know that I am very attracted to you? He snorted in derision and looked away. Ellen was terrified of what she was doing. She had not planned to move this fast, but he had called her on it. She was about to either end their relationship or take it to another level, but her heart was breaking at his pain. She couldn't say why, she only knew that she wanted to take him in her arms and comfort him as a lover, not a friend. "Lee," she said again, placing her hand on his arm, digging her beautifully polished nails into the tender skin of his inner arm as he tried to jerk away. The tableau held until the waitress came with their drinks. She released Lee's arm to take her drink. Lee began rubbing the little angry red crescents she had left in his arm. Lee took his drink from the waitress and slugged it back, and requested another. The waitress left to go get it. "Lee, please," she implored him. He looked at her, those beautiful grey eyes clouded with pain and anger. "D'ya think I was born yesterday, or that I just fell of the turnip truck? For god sakes, Ellen. I know you couldn't be interested in me like that. For one, you know all my little secrets. You know what a loser I am. Two, what would someone like you want with the likes of me? So what kind of sadist are you? Do you get you jollies buy teasing men who have no chance with you? Or are you just planning on mercy-fucking me?" Even before the slap resounded across his face, he was immediately sorry he said that. Lee had seen the hurt in her eyes, those beautiful dark blue eyes. "Oh, God, Ellen, I am so sorry. I didn't mean it. God, I'm a loser," he said as tears filled his eyes. Ellen had gotten up to storm out, but she turned at this last comment. She had something acid on her tongue to say, but she saw the tear rolling down his face. The anger seemed to just drop to the floor like the tear. Instead of leaving she found herself with him in her arms as he sobbed quietly into her breast. As he stopped sobbing, she sat back down, drying her own tears with a napkin. The waitress came with the drink and left quickly. They laughed a little about that. "I guess we put on quite a show," Lee observed. "I guess we did at that," Ellen agreed. "Lee, I wasn't kidding about what I said. I am attracted to you," she held up a hand to silence his protest. "It's because I know you better than anybody else. It tears me up, seeing you so lonely and sad. I'm telling you this because I think I can give you some happiness by being your lover. Don't worry, it won't be out of pity. I really do like you, hell, I'm in love with you. I thought you were getting a clue on the deck earlier this week. I'm not looking for a guy because I have the one I want right here. I want more than anything to hold you in my arms and kiss away your pain and sadness. I want very much to be your lover, if you'll have me." She said this last with a pleading look. Lee could hardly believe what he was hearing. This raving beauty, this Goddess, she was pleading with him to be his lover? Impossible. Yet here it was. She had laid her cards on the table. He no longer doubted her sincerity. He just couldn't believe it was happening. They finished their drinks and paid their tab. Lee was still a bit God smacked, when they got back in the suite. He sat down on the couch. Ellen came and sat down very close to him, kicking off her heels, and pulling her legs up under her. She picked up his arm and put it around her shoulders, leaning against him with her head on his chest. She could smell his cologne. Drakkar, she thought. Smells real good on him. For his part, Lee was relaxing into the position of holding a beautiful woman close. He was drinking in the smell of her hair. It was wonderful. She looked up at him. She smiled and kissed him, feeling his body stiffen. "Relax, love. Just sit back and enjoy," she said. Ellen was also frightened. She knew she was risking a valued friendship, but none of that seemed to matter to her any more. They made out on the couch for the next few minutes. Then Ellen stood up, taking his hand. As she pulled him up, she could see his package straining against his pants. She led him to his bedroom. She stripped off his shirt, kissing his bare chest on each nipple before engaging his lips some more. She gently parted from him. "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable," she said, adding, "If those pants are still on when I get back there's going to be hell to pay." She winked and left the room. He stood and removed his pants, freeing his erection. God was he hard. His cock was thumping his belly in time to his pulse. Ellen came back in the room, and he about passed out. She was wearing the sexiest little teddy he had ever seen. Lee couldn't take his eyes off her. She stood there and let him look. "Lee," she said after awhile, "do you remember when you said I know you better than anybody else?" He nodded slowly. He was still afraid this was some sort of dream and he wake up if he moved to quick or spoke too loud. "Well, I have something for you I think you'll like. Do you want it?" Again, he nodded dumbly. From behind her back she produced a pair of sexy satiny panties. She held them out to him. As he reached for them his hand shook with excitement and fear. He took them hesitantly, holding them. "I was wearing them a minute ago, feel the crotch," she said. He felt. It was warm and moist, no, wet. "That's how hot you make me, baby. Now put'em on." He did, pulling them up into place. It felt strange having the piece of damp material running between his legs, and feeling her warm wetness against his crotch made him even harder if that was possible. "You know," she said, "I like you like that. You look so sexy." She came over to him and pushed him backward till his knees hit the edge of the bed and he fell backward on to it. She moved between his thighs. He moved up on the bed till his head was on the pillows. She stayed with him the whole way, finally ending up on top of him with her legs between his. She slowly leaned down and began kissing him, her tongue probing his mouth. She was slowly rubbing her mound against his panty-sheathed cock. She did this a short time till she sensed his impending release. She gently kissed her way down till her face was over his crotch. She leaned down to smell it. It smelled of his musky scent mixed with hers. Her tongue darted out and caressed the crotch of the panties, eliciting a gasp from Lee. "My baby girl is so hot," Ellen crooned, "and her pussy tastes soo good. I think I may take care of her first then she can take care of me." She gently withdrew Lee's cock from the panties and slowly eased it in to her mouth. She had only just begun to bob her head up and down on it, when he lost it. He pumped what seemed to her like gallons of the sticky white stuff down her throat. She managed to swallow all of it but a little bit that leaked out dripping down her chin. God she loved the taste of it. She moved back up to the his face, and told him to lick the drop off of her chin, which he did, then she kissed him so they could share the taste. After he caught his breath, he rolled her over on her back and returned the favor. He gently ministered to her sex, and soon she was convulsing in multiple orgasms. He moved up over her, as she had done him and kissed her so they could share the wonderful taste of her secretions. As they lay there, she could feel his member rising once again. She reached down and guided it into her. He slid inside her well-lubricated channel, and she let out a tiny moan. As he began slowly pumping into her, her moans got louder. Finally, after her third string of endless orgasms, he came again. He collapsed on top of her, and they lay like that till he was flaccid inside her. He got up and got a towel from the bathroom to clean themselves with. They fell asleep in each other's arms. Chapter 2: Let's take a shower Lee awoke the next morning, wondering wear he was. He sensed another body beside him, snuggled up to him. Lee raised his head, hardly daring to believe what had happened last night. She was there. This angel. She was still here. He hadn't dreamed the whole thing. As he lay there looking at her, her eyes fluttered open. She yawned and stretched sleepily, holding on to him tightly. "Good morning, Sunshine," Ellen said with a small affectionate smile. "Come on, we have to get ready to go to the park." They got up. Lee told her she could have the bathroom first. He asked her what she wanted to drink. She said that some hot tea would be lovely. This suited Lee fine since he had never acquired a taste for coffee. He went to the kitchen and nuked two cups of water. He was just pulling the tea bags out of the cups when Ellen came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a towel wrapped around her hair, and nothing else. Lee looked up from the tea. His eyes bugged, and he dropped a hot tea bag from his nerveless fingers. It landed on the top of his foot. He began jumping around on one leg holding his foot. She suddenly burst out laughing. "Gee, honey, what's wrong? Have we got the dropsies today?" Ellen asked through bouts of mirth. Lee thought about the situation for a moment, and began laughing himself. "It's your outfit," he said, playing it off. "It's just incredible. Are you wearing that to the park today? I think you should. It's very beautiful." "Do you think," she asked. "Well, I'd love to for you, but others may find it a bit too distracting. So, alas, I must change into something a little less interesting." She said this last with mock sadness. "Ellen," Lee said seriously. "Yes, dear?" "You could be wearing sack cloth and ashes and still look interesting to me." She blushed and smiled. She came over to him and gave him a long passionate kiss, then took her tea, and went to her room to dress. He followed her sexy little bare bottom as far as the bathroom, where he entered and took his own shower. An hour later the black Honda was pulling into the lot of the Bikini Beach water park. Lee got out and ran around to the other side, barley making it in time to open the door and assist Ellen out. She thought again, 'Chivalry is alive and well in this guy.' They collected their towels and swim suits and headed for the gate. When they got to the ticket window, they showed their passes. The pretty blond waved them through saying that health regulations demanded that they shower before entering the park. "See you on the other side," Ellen said, giving Lee a quick kiss before entering the women's locker room. Lee entered the men's. It struck him it was quite small for a park this size. He shrugged, found a locker and changed into his suit. He then stepped into the shower. He expected to be blasted by a stream of water that felt like it was fresh off of a glacier, but was pleasantly surprised when it was warm. It was also quite relaxing. Lee stood under the shower for perhaps a bit longer than was warranted, but he was feeling to good to move. Had he not been slightly red/green color blind, as a lot of men start to get at his age, he would have noticed the pale pink mist surrounding him. He finally shook himself out of the semi-conscious state of relaxation with thoughts of Ellen waiting for him. God, she was great, he thought. He left the shower stall. Lee felt a bit strange as he walked toward the door. As he neared the door, he passed a large floor to ceiling mirror. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something unexpected. He stopped and returned to the mirror. In disbelief he stared at himself. He was not feeling the horror he imagined most men might feel at what he was seeing. Instead, he felt a cautious elation. It was like all his dreams were coming true. First there was last night with Ellen, now this. He was incredulous. In the mirror, looking back at him, was him, but not him. She had his same steel grey eyes, his same medium brown hair that on him was nondescript but on her was stunning. She had many of his features, only in a gloriously feminine form. Her hair was much longer than his, going down about ten inches past her shoulders. As his eyes moved down, he saw two things that he definitely did not have. Breasts. She had the most gorgeous breasts he had ever seen. They had to be C-cups. They looked firm, and perky. They were also on display for the world to see. His eyes continued their journey down her body. They stopped at some thing that was definitely was not there anymore. Her crotch was shrouded in an electric blue Body Glove bikini bottom, but there was no doubt what was underneath it. It clung sleekly to her pubic mound in a way that Lee always loved to see on women. He had just begun to move down to the beautifully firm, toned, and very feminine legs when he heard some one behind him. "Miss? Miss, are you listening to me?" Lee looked down at himself, putting to rest the suspicion that this was some sort of fun house trick. Nope, the breasts were there all right. That left only hallucination as the cause of what he was seeing. He had, he decided, gone off the deep end. A hand grabbed his arm, shaking him gently. "Miss, are you all right?" "I'm sorry. Yes, I suppose I'm all right for someone who has just had a complete mental break down," Lee said, enjoying the sexy contralto sound of the female voice coming from his lips. "I assure you, miss, this is very real," the old woman said handing him the matching halter style top to the bottoms he wore. "Oh, really?" Lee said, obviously still dubious. "Yes, really. Now put on that top. I don't allow nudity in my park," the old woman said, and Lee complied. "Now, come with me and I'll explain." They left the locker room. Ellen was waiting outside. As they started to walk by her, she was looking past Lee toward the locker room door he and the old woman had just exited. She did a double take. "Lee," she asked hesitantly. "Yes, Ellen, it's me," Lee confirmed. "Whaa, how...?" she stammered. "I was just about to explain in my office," the old woman said. "Perhaps you'd better come too." "Yes, of course," Ellen said and fell into step with them. They entered the old woman's office. She went around and sat behind a large paper-strewn desk, gesturing for Lee and Ellen to sit in the chairs placed before it. When they were settled, the old woman began the speech she had given hundreds of times before. She told them of how the park was a haven for women to relax without any male attention and as such, males were not allowed in. She told them of the magic showers that changed any male that insisted on buying a guest pass into a woman for the duration of the pass plus 12 hours, in Lee's case two weeks. Ellen had been watching Lee with some interest. She asked the old woman, "He's acting like he's been female all his life. Look at the way he's sitting," Lee was sitting with his legs crossed knee over knee, and his hands folded in his lap in a feminine manner. "He looks just like his twin sister. If I didn't know he doesn't have a twin sister and I hadn't seen the two of you come out of the men's changing room, I would have never suspected he's not a she. Why is that?" "It's part of the magic. It imparts all the necessary skills to be just what she appears, a young woman. Lee you can pick a new name or use the one you came with, as it is pretty androgynous," the old woman said. Lee thought for a moment, then said, "I always liked the name Lisa. I guess I'll take that one." "Very well, Lisa. You'll find that as far as the rest of the world is concerned you have always been Lisa Barrett. Even your parents think you've always been their beautiful daughter, Lisa. Now, I suggest you girls go enjoy the park. I think you will find it to be the best vacation either of you has ever been on," said the old woman with a knowing smile. "So, Lisa, what do you want to do first?" Ellen asked, pulling the brochure out of her tote. Lisa donned her sunglasses. Ocean Waves, same brand that Lee had, but a more feminine style. She looked over the brochure. "I think we should start off with a dip in the lagoon," Lisa suggested. "Sounds great. Let's do it," Ellen agreed. Later, they were sitting on the beach resting after riding the various slides. Ellen was rubbing sunscreen on Lisa. Lisa had already applied a liberal coating of the stuff on her. She had found it strangely arousing as Lisa rubbed her body, lingering over her curves. Now, she was doing the rubbing and was finding that Lisa's beautiful curves where arousing her as well. "Lisa?" "Hmm?" "So what do you think about this?" "What, about being a girl?" Ellen nodded and Lisa looked thoughtful for a second or two. "Ellen, for the first time in my life, I feel right. I feel...happy. But, you know, I find I'm still very attracted to you. While we were putting lotion on each other I was getting very hot and bothered. I guess I'm a lesbian," Lisa said with a giggle. "Lisa?" "Hmm?" "It's funny. I've never been interested in girls, but, God help me, I want you in the worst way." They were just breaking from a tender kiss, when a young girl with red and black two-toned hair ran by screaming. An older Asian girl, who was shouting at her in Japanese or something, followed her closely. Ellen sighed. Lisa looked at her questioningly. "Lisa, I always wanted a family. I'm not getting any younger, and I guess I can feel the biological clock ticking. Until I met Lee though, I never found anyone worthy of starting a family with me." It was not lost on Lisa, the part about Lee being worthy of starting a family with. The more they talked the more they realized they loved each other. It was as if some strange force had drawn them together. They spent the rest of the day enjoying the park and each other. When the announcement was made that the park would be closing in a half an hour, the made their way to the changing rooms. Lisa had to go back through the men's side to get her stuff. She didn't quite know what to expect when she opened her locker. She started pulling out clothes, and discovered her clothes had changed to match her form. Shrugging, she striped off her wet suit and toweled off. She pulled out the bra first, magically knowing this was the first step. It was a lacy rose-colored confection. She slipped it over her shoulders, leaning forward slightly to settle her breasts in the cups. The she reached back like only a woman can, and fastened the strap in back. Then she pulled out the matching thong panties, stepping into them. She pulled them up, settling the waistband in position, and then ran her fingers under the edges to settle them in place. Anyone who was watching would not have seen anything but the very picture of femininity. To Lisa, however, while she was magically given the knowledge of how to don these sexy feminine things, she was marveling at the new sensations they were causing. She had never worn thong panties before, and she was starting to become aroused, feeling the way they cupped the mound of her sex, and threaded up through her beautiful feminine butt cheeks. 'This body is so much more sensitive than my old one,' she thought. She shook these thoughts off, and continued dressing. Next she pulled out a black skirt. She stepped into it and fastened it around her tiny feminine waist. It came down to about her mid thigh, and hugged her figure. It was quite fetching the way it displayed the curve of her hips and the trimness of her waist. She then put on the top. It was cream colored, sleeveless, and tailored in such away that it displayed her upper curves just as efficiently as the skirt did below. Lisa topped her outfit off with a silver necklace with a heart shaped pendant encrusted with rubies, and matching earrings. She was surprised to discover her ears were pierced. She slipped on the black flats she found in the bottom of the locker next to her purse, and was about to leave when she got the feeling that she wasn't quite done yet. She looked in her purse and found some makeup and a hairbrush. Yes, that was it, something told her. She needed to brush her hair and apply a little makeup. She stepped in front of the mirror, and brushed her wonderful hair out, noticing how it curved around her face in delicious, slightly unruly tresses. She then applied some lipstick, and a little eye makeup. She didn't need much, she somehow knew. She marveled at how efficiently and how expertly she had applied the makeup. She also was amazed at how the little bit of eye makeup she had applied brought out the steel grey of her eyes, making them look slightly larger more interested in what the were looking at. She was ready now. She picked up her stuff and left the room. Outside, Ellen was waiting for her. Ellen's eyes widened when she saw Lisa. 'Geez,' she thought, 'that girl makes me feel plain.' It was not true of course. The two women were both just as beautiful, but in different ways. Nobody could ever describe Ellen as plain. Lisa's face lit up, which made her look positively angelic, when she saw Ellen. "Lisa, you look absolutely gorgeous. That outfit looks perfect on you," Ellen told her, suspecting that a cardboard box would look perfect on Lisa. "Thanks," Lisa said blushing slightly and giggling. "This old thing? It's just something I threw on. Now you, on the other hand, make me swoon with your ethereal beauty." Ellen rolled her eyes and said, "Come on Shakespeare, let's get back to the hotel and figure out what we're going to do the rest of the night." "Hey, Ellen," Lisa said, "I've got a great idea!" When Ellen looked at Lisa to prompt her to continue, Lisa was leering at Ellen, wiggling her eyebrows. Ellen groaned then laughed saying, "Some things haven't changed, I see." "Some things I don't want to change," Lisa said seriously as they approached the sleek Prelude, "like the way I feel about you." "I see my taste in cars is the same," Lisa observed as they got in and fired up the A/C. Then she thought of something. She reached in her purse and pulled out the wallet. Inside, she found her driver's license. It now had her picture on it, with Lee's same address and drivers license number. She looked at the changes, reading them out loud, as if to solidify them. "Lisa Stephanie Barrett, Female," Lisa made a little gasping sound as she read the next part. "What is it? What's wrong?" asked Ellen. Lisa handed her the license. "What?" Ellen asked, confused. Lisa pointed to her DOB. "Oh. Oh wow, Lisa! You're six years younger than Lee was," Ellen exclaimed. "Oh great, now you're better looking and younger than me." Ellen shook her head. Ellen had made the last statement jokingly, but Lisa though she detected something else buried in the comment. It was something that made her feel a little guilty. She thought about it all the way back to the hotel. By the time they sorted their room situation out, having decided to keep the suite, Lisa knew they had to talk. Chapter 3: Gone a clubbing "Ellen," Lisa asked, after they entered the suite? "Yes, Hon?" "Please sit down. We need to talk." "'Bout what, sweetie?" "About how you feel about this." Ellen sighed and sat down on the couch. Lisa went and got them two cans of Diet Pepsi from the fridge, then joined her there. "'K, spill it. What's bothering you?" Lisa prompted. "Well," Ellen began slowly, choosing her words, " I guess it's you. You are the, um, person I love, but you're so young and beautiful and feminine that you make me feel inadequate sometimes. You're just so much more attractive than me..." she stopped because Lisa had let out this unladylike snort and was now convulsing in laughter. "Just what do you think is so funny?" Ellen demanded. "You," Lisa said after she got her mirth under control. "So, I'm so much better looking than you, huh? Ha, your so full of it your pretty blue eyes are going to turn brown. You? Inadequate? Me thinks, milady, you've perhaps been in the sun a wee bit too long today." "And I think you just don't fully appreciate how attractive you are," Ellen snapped. Lisa rolled her eyes, with an exasperated look. "Ok, girlie girl, if you don't believe me, I know a way we can prove it," Ellen said. "And how is that?" Lisa asked, making it clear that she still thought Ellen was full of it. "Very simply, we go out to a club and see how many times we each get hit on. The one that gets hit on most wins." "You want to go trolling for guys?" Lisa asked, eyes very wide. "And why not?" Ellen asked a moment before Lisa's look penetrated her consciousness. "Oh god, Lisa, I'm sorry. You just act so natural that I have a hard time remembering that until this morning you were a guy." "Believe me Ellen, I may look and act like I've been doing this all my life, but that's just the magic at work. Everything is a new experience for me. These panties I'm wearing, for instance, feel so weird, not bad, but weird. They're constantly reminding me of what kind of equipment I've got down there. Which is keeping me in a constant state of arousal." "What kind of panties? Lemme see," Ellen asked innocently. Lisa shrugged, stood up and removed her top and skirt. She stood there in her rose-colored bra and panties. Ellen made her do a little pirouette, like a lingerie model. She got up, and moved to Lisa. Her arms went around Lisa's waist, while Lisa's arms went around her neck. Lisa was a little shorter than her now so Ellen had to bend her head down slightly to kiss her. Their lips met and parted. Tongues darted out exploring. Ellen's hand stroked Lisa's back, one going down to cup her butt cheek, the other holding her tight. Ellen's roving hand caressed up Lisa's curvy flank, stopping to rest on her bra-sheathed breast. Lisa made a little sharp intake of breath, as the hand on her breast began kneading. So engrossed was she in the sensations, she was surprised when Ellen's other hand released her bra strap. Ellen guided the bra off of Lisa one arm at a time. Lisa started to protest being the only one naked, but stopped as the hand return to the breast. It began pinching her nipple gently, causing her to let out a low moan. Ellen gently guided Lisa to the bedroom, laying her on the bed. Ellen slowly kissed her way down to Lisa's beautiful delicious breasts. She took one of the nipples in her mouth and her tongue began playing with it. Lisa began moaning again. While Ellen's tongue was busy with the nipple, her hand slowly moved down till it cupped Lisa's Mound of Venus. Lisa's body tensed up as the hand began rubbing her sex through her sopping panties. She spread her legs to allow her lover better access. Before long, Lisa's body began convulsing in her first female orgasm. Ellen kept rubbing until it subsided. Then she moved between Lisa's legs. She slowly kissed her way down from Lisa's breasts, lingering over her flat sexy belly, before arriving at her steaming love hole. She kissed Lisa through the panties, which had the pleasant heady scent of aroused female, then began pulling the panties down Lisa's wonderful firm legs. Once the panties were removed, Ellen returned her attention to her lover's pleasure center. At first she just looked at it. It looked much like her own. Then she reached out with one finger and caressed the still engorged love button. "What are you doing?" Lisa gasped. "What? You didn't think it was over just be cause you had the first wave of orgasms, hmm?" With that, Ellen leaned down and kissed Lisa's vulva through her neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. Her tongue then danced along the sides of Lisa's dripping slit. After teasing the poor girl in to a frenzy, her tongue finally went to work on that magic female spot. While her tongue worked, Ellen gently worked two fingers into Lisa's well-lubricated hole. Lisa began praying, and rocking her hips in time with Ellen's thrusts. Lisa soon began to orgasm again. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God," Lisa cried out as her body was wracked with orgasmic power. Ellen worked relentlessly till the orgasms stopped and Lisa pushed her gently away. Ellen sat up, watching Lisa. The lovely girl just lay there, breathing heavily. Her legs, which were still spread invitingly, quivered as the muscles spasmed in memory of the violent contractions they had made. Soon her breathing slowed, and her eyes slowly opened. Ellen moved up and kissed her passionately. Lisa could taste her self on Ellen's mouth. She decided that she tasted much the same as Ellen had the night before, and she said so. Ellen laughed saying, "Gee, I had no idea I tasted so delightful." "So Lover, what did you think of that? Did you like it?" Ellen asked. The girl smiled dreamily. She curled up with her head in Ellen's lap. "Oh Ellen," she said reverently, "It's was beautiful. It was the most intense, pleasurable experience I have ever had. Thank you so much." Ellen sat stroking the girl's hair affectionately for a while. She finally got up when she noticed the little brunette in her lap was asleep. Lisa stirred at the movement, looking up at Ellen with sleepy eyes. "Come on, Sweetheart. Get up. We have to get ready. It's almost eight," Ellen urged. "Ohhh," Lisa whined, "do we have to? Can't we just stay here and cuddle?" "As pleasant as that sounds," Ellen laughed, "no. We're going out. I was serious. I want to see which of us gets hit on more. May the best woman win." Lisa rolled her eyes, and began to slowly get up. When she tried to take a step she had to catch herself on the edge of the bed as her legs turned to jelly. "What have you done to me?" she cried to Ellen in mock outrage, "You have taken my ability to walk. What guy will want me now?" Lisa put the back of her hand to her forehead in mock distress. Ellen was laughing at her. "They'll all want you since you won't be able to do anything but lay there and have sex," Ellen informed her with an evil grin, "So you see my plan has worked. Now quit fooling around. Get in there and bathe you smelly girl." "Look who's talkin'," Lisa shot back, ducking as a pillow slammed into the wall where her head had been. She scooted out of the room, giggling. Later they were sitting at a table of a club, dressed to the nines. Ellen was wearing maroon sleeveless dress with a low neckline. The dress clung to her wonderful curves invitingly. The hem came down to just above her mid thigh. She was wearing white stockings with maroon three-inch heels. Her dark blonde hair was pulled to one side and tied with a ribbon, the tail lying over her shoulder. Lisa wore a tight little stretch silk number, which stopped just above her mid thigh. It was a lovely cobalt blue, and set off those breathtaking grey eyes. She too was wearing white stockings and three-inch heels only in cobalt blue to match her dress. She had opted to just accentuate her hair's natural unruliness, giving it that sexy bedroom look. Both girls' makeup was tastefully done for an evening at a club. Both girls looked incredibly sexy, but by no means trashy in any way. Lisa had been uncomfortable when the first few guys hit on her, but she was getting used to it. She was getting so good at turning them down, that many of them left feeling good about themselves, in spite of having been rejected. At the moment they were sitting at their table comparing notes on how many guys had hit on them. It was pretty much too close to call. Two guys walked up to their table. They were obviously quite drunk. "So I says to my friend Rod here, you sluts have been turning down guys all night. That means you're either a pair of carpet munchers, or a couple of stuck up bitches. So I says what the two of ya really need is a real man. What do you say to that?" one of them slurred. Lisa engaged her mouth before she engaged her brain. "I think you are absolutely right. If you could just point us out a real man, because I don't see any within ten feet of this table." "Fuckin' whores. You're gonna pay for your smart mouths," the one known as Rod said as they bristled and started forward, then stopped abruptly, looking behind the girls. "Excuse me ladies, are these insects bothering you?" the voice came from the direction of where the drunks were looking. "Aye, 'cause if they are, we'll be glad to remove them for ye," said another voice, also from behind the girls. Lisa looked back and saw two well-muscled men that moved with the fluid grace of someone who has attained a high level of martial arts training. She was also surprised to discover she thought they were cute. "I think it'll be alright if they just leave on their own, but if they aren't that smart, your assistance would be welcome," Ellen said. "You heard the lady. Leave under your own steam or get carried out like the garbage you are, your choice." The drunks seemed to be smarter than they looked. They turned to go. "Wait," one of the rescuers commanded. The drunks stopped and turned. "You forgot to apologize to the ladies." One of the drunks looked as if he where about to say something scathing, but thought better of it. Instead he just offered his most humble apology and promised it would never happen again. Then they turned and left, quickly. Lisa and Ellen turned back to their rescuers. One was a tall Nordic blonde. He had broad shoulders and chiseled features suggesting his Viking heritage. He was well muscled, but not grotesquely so. He was also quite handsome in a rugged sort of way. Kind of like a Dolph Lundgren only cuter. The other one with the Scottish accent was also tall, broad shouldered, and well muscled, but he had brown hair. He looked kind of like Adrian Paul, the actor from that Highlander TV show, only with more muscle. "Thank you oh so much, gentlemen," Lisa said. "Don't mention it. It's characters like that that give the rest of us a bad name," the flaxen haired man said. "By the way, my name is Sven, Sven Olafson, and this Scottish cretin here is, get this, William Wallace." Lisa and Ellen looked at each other then looked at the Scot, who was looking uncomfortable. They chorused at the same time, "Our Braveheart!" They all giggled except William who was busy blushing. That is, the girls giggled while Sven chuckled. "Hi, Sven, William. I'm Ellen and this ravishing beauty here is Lisa." Now it was Lisa's turn to blush. "Well met, my friends. Can we perhaps buy you ladies a drink?" Sven asked. "Perhaps, but you must answer a question first," Ellen said. Lisa knew where this was going. Run, guys, run, she mentally urged. Lisa knew the guys were doomed when William said, "Agreed." She groaned causing the guys to look at her and Ellen to grin. "What would you like to know?" Sven prompted Ellen. "We were wondering, which of us is more attractive?" Both guys got this deer-in-the-headlights look, but it passed quickly. "Well you're both so unbelievably gorgeous that any man that says he wouldn't crawl through a mile of broken glass just to bask in the warmth of your beauty is either lying or is gay. You're both easily the best looking women we've seen. Ever," Sven said, as William nodded in agreement, "But, with all due respect to you, Lisa, I'm a gentleman and everyone knows gentlemen prefer blondes. As I said before, William here is a cretin, so he may have a different opinion." "Och, aye, laddie, indeed I do. It is nae so obvious to my foppish friend here, because he is nae wearing his large thick glasses that look like the bottoms of coke bottles and he cannae see without them. Lisa is obviously an angel sent down from Heaven so that all of us mortal men that look upon her heavenly beauty will weep with happiness that God has graced us with this blessing from above. While Ellen's beauty does nae pale much in Lisa's presence, Lisa is clearly the more bonnie." Lisa was blushing furiously. Ellen was smiling at the guys. "Well done, guys," Ellen said, "Please, join us." "By your leave ma'am," said Sven as he sat beside Ellen. William took a seat beside Lisa, who couldn't keep from smiling stupidly at him. He just told her she had an adorable smile. He asked her to dance and she assented. They got up and moved out to the dance floor. They were joined there shortly by Ellen and Sven. The two couples danced a while then the girls went to the restroom. The two men watched them go, admiring the sexy sway of their hips as they made their way through the crowd. "Why do they always do that?" Sven asked as the girls disappeared out of sight. "Do what, lad," William asked. "Go to the restroom in packs." "To talk about us, ye great Viking haggis," William laughed. "What do you think about Sir William?" Ellen asked as they stood in front of the mirror freshening their makeup. "He's alright I suppose. Why do you ask?" "You two certainly seem to be fawning over each other." "Well he's a good dancer, and he did help save our bacon earlier." "So, you gonna sleep with him?" "Ellen!" Lisa said in shock. "Come on, Lisa. I know you're at least curious about what it would be like with a man." "Well, maybe a little, but I wouldn't do that to you, Ellen. I love you." "Ok, Ok, but what do you want to say when they ask us out again?" "What do you mean, when they ask us out?" "Lisa, dearest, don't be dense. Of course they'll ask us out. After all, you are, and I quote, 'an angelic beauty sent down to make mortal men weep with your heavenly beauty'. How could they not ask us out again?" "He is a silver-tongued devil, isn't he," Lisa said smiling. "And I wouldn't blame you a bit if you wanted to give him the screwing of his life." "Ellen!" Lisa said, exasperated. "So are we gonna go out with them again?" "Do you want to?" "Of course, Dearest. That's why I asked." "Then yes, if they ask, we will." They went back out to the guys. After dancing a few more times, Ellen looked at here watch. She pointed out that it was almost one am, and they had a big day tomorrow. They said their goodbyes and thank yous. Lisa following Ellen's lead kissed William, and gave Sven a hug. They turned to go. "Lasses, wait," William said. "Yes," they said in unison. "Can we see ye again?" William asked, with a hopeful smile. "Sure," Lisa smiled back, "When?" "How about Wednesday around 8? We don't have any matches after that, so we can stay out late and devote our full attention to you," Sven said. "Sounds great. You can pick us up at the Grand Hotel," Ellen said. "See you then," the guys said in unison. Chapter 4: The dating game The girls spent the next three days relaxing at the park. They lounged around working on their tan, riding the rides, and chatting about a myriad of things. Ellen watched Lisa closely. It seemed so odd that this could be the same person that she had arrived here with. Lisa was a stark contrast to Lee's down trodden, infinite sadness. Lisa seemed to have a zest for life. She acted like every day was a gift from God, and she was loathe to waste a moment of it. Her personality had become warm and engaging, almost bubbly. It was infectious too. They seemed to draw people to them. They had made quite a few friends. Anya, the park owner's granddaughter, had invited them out for drinks that Monday with some staff from the park. So it was that Lisa, Ellen and their new friends, Anya, Liz, and Jenny were seated around a table at the local TGI Friday's. Lisa was very pleasantly chatting with the other girls, like she had been one all her life. She was just seemed so natural. It was like being a man was the strange alien state for her. Anya noticed Ellen watching Lisa and seemed to pluck the thought right out of her head. "It is strange, isn't it," Anya remarked. "I'm sorry," said Ellen. "Lisa's acclimation to being female. We can cause this effect, altering the mind of the transformee, but we didn't make any such adjustments to her mind. We gave Lisa the skills with clothes and what not, but left her mind otherwise the same so she could appreciate the experience as a new one. Lisa seems to just naturally know how to behave as a female. Come to think of it, looking at her mind, I would not know she was ever a man, if I didn't know any better." "What do you mean 'looking at her mind'?" Ellen asked. "My Grandmother taught me to read minds. It's part of the screening process, to determine was sort of transformation should take place," Anya replied. "So how is Lisa different," Ellen asked. "Watch how she reacts to people. It shouldn't be like that without the mental adjustments. She should react like a man, then awkwardly try to react like she thinks a woman would, but she just reacts just like a woman, from start to finish. Watch Liz and Jenny. See if you can tell the difference." "You mean...?" Ellen said, surprised. "Liz, Jenny? Ellen and Lisa would very much like to hear how you came to work at the park," Anya said to them. The two women looked a little uncomfortable, but after assurance from Anya, they agreed to tell their tales. As the stories unfolded, Ellen experienced shock, amazement, sadness, and an appreciation for the compassion shown by Anya and her grandmother. The five girls talked the rest of the evening, about their lives, about other transformees they had seen, about the park. Ellen did notice, now that she knew what to look for, that, in spite of the fact that Liz and Jenny had lived for quite some time as women, they still were not acting as completely female as Lisa. It was barely noticeable, and if Ellen wasn't a trained therapist, looking for it, she would have never picked up on it. In fact, it would have been fair to say she had seen women act more manly than Liz and Jenny, which made Lisa's behavior even more astonishing. That night back in their suite, after another wonderful love making session, Ellen lay there watching Lisa sleep. She stroked the pretty girl's hair, thinking 'What's going on in there, I wonder?'. Ellen resolved to find out. Wednesday morning arrived. The girls had gotten up and showered. They were sitting on the couch in bathrobes, with towels wrapped around their heads. Ellen watched Lisa sipping her tea, with her legs tucked up under her in a most feminine manner. She thought again how comfortable and natural Lisa seemed with her new feminine role. "Lisa," Ellen asked. "Yes, Love?" Lisa replied. "I need to talk to you." "About what, dear?" "You seem really happy, lately." "What's not to be happy about, Lover? I'm on a terrific vacation with a terrific girl, and I'm in love," Lisa said simply. "But you are a terrific girl now, and you seem so comfortable with that. What's more, you act every bit like you've always been that girl. I know you've had gender issues, but in my experience, most people who have wanted to be the other sex had to learn to act and think like that sex. You seem not to be having any of these problems. How's your anxiety? Have you been worrying about anything? It seems to me anybody would be feeling self conscious with finding themselves in an unfamiliar roll like you have." "Ellen, that's just it. This doesn't feel nearly as alien as it should. It feels normal. As for my anxiety disorder, well, it seems like a conflict with in myself has been removed, and the anxiety has gone with it. When I look in the mirror, what I see doesn't clash with my self-image. It seems right somehow. I think it was more unnatural for me to try to behave as a man would then, than it is for me to behave as a woman now. I simply act as my mind has always said I should be acting. I didn't much like what I saw in the mirror last week, but I feel great about what I see now. I always told you I suspected I thought like a female. Well, I guess the outside now matches the inside. I feel at peace with myself. It's a good feeling, and one I've hardly ever felt. The only thing that saddens me is the fact that it's all going to end, and I'll be the same old me after we leave here." Ellen saw the infinite sadness flicker through Lisa's gorgeous grey eyes, like a gathering storm cloud. It was gone quickly though. Ellen watched her lover, thinking about what Lisa had told her. "Ellen?" "Yes, Dear?" "You remember what day it is?" "Yes, Hon, it's Wednesday." "We have a date with the boys tonight. Let's do something different." "What did you have in mind, Sweetie?" "Let's go shopping. I want to get something nice to wear for the guys," Lisa said with a small look of amusement. "Lisa?" "Hmm?" "If you would like to explore your curiosity with William, I have absolutely no problem with that," Ellen said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Besides, I