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Used Girl By Jennifer Adams It is often said that you should always keep your promises; I say that there is a time to break your promises. If you will listen to my story, I will explain why I say that. I remember how it all began... I ran across the parking lot. I just had to get to the florist before they closed. I really needed to send Cindy flowers. Cindy was my live in girlfriend. Well... ex-live- in girlfriend. At least as of yesterday afternoon. I had gotten home from my job as a gas station attendant, to find the place empty of all of her belongings. All that was left was a note. *** I had rounded the corner just as the clerk was putting the key in the door. "Can you help me?" I shouted through the glass in the door. The clerk shook her head. "Please? I really need to send flowers. I know it's late but I couldn't get here any sooner and I won't be able to get here any earlier tomorrow." She just looked at me a moment. I became dejected and started to sulk away. "Wait!" The clerk shouted at me, after opening the door. "I will take care of it. Come on back." She emphasized it by motioning with her hand. Quickly and excitedly, I ran in to the shop. I picked out the most beautiful flowers I could afford. One dozen Sweetheart Roses. I took the card and wrote: Cindy, I love you and I would do anything for your happiness. Love, Dan As I stuffed the card into the tiny envelope, I never knew how much I would end up regretting the words I had written in that note. I paid the lady and gave her a couple of extra dollars, I couldn't really afford, to say 'thanks for helping me out.' They were to be sent to Cindy at her friend Carol's apartment the following day. It was with great joy that I left the shop. I was sure that the flowers would do the trick. *** The note had said that she was sorry but things just weren't working out and it wasn't his fault. She just couldn't go on like they were. She had just signed it: Cindy. I soon found out that she had moved in with Carol. I had gone over to Carol's apartment, but Cindy refused to see me, electing to stay in the bedroom. I had always found Carol to be attractive. She was about five foot tall and I'd guessed her to weigh about a hundred and five to a hundred and ten pounds. I had heard her slightly plump legs and ass once described as being sturdy. They weren't really fat, just plump and quite shapely. Her breasts were on the large side of average. I didn't know anything about bra sizes except for that Cindy wore a 34B bra and that she had said that the number was the chest size and the letter was the cup size. Given that, I would guess Carol's bra size was about a 36 since she was slightly wider than Cindy and the cup was probably a D since her breasts looked a bit larger than Cindy's. She had bright blue eyes and dark brown hair crowned her head and fell to her shoulders in curly tresses. Carol just told me it was over and I should leave. I finally did reluctantly. Now I wish I had just closed that chapter in my life and walked away, but I just couldn't let it go. *** All I could do then was wait. That was always the hardest part about things like this, waiting. Wondering if she would call when she got them or just throw them away? It was several days later when Cindy called me. She wanted me to go to Carol's apartment for lunch. I was so excited that I didn't know what to do. I was to meet her there on Friday. It was Tuesday and I would have to wait three whole days. As I waited for the day and time to arrive. I realized how vacant and boring my life was without Cindy. Work lagged. My home life dragged. Finally, the big day had arrived. I had Friday off work so I got up and got ready early. I went back to the florist and bought another bouquet. This one had no roses, to cut down on the cost, but it still was a bouquet of flowers. I was so anxious that when went to Carol's apartment building I realized that I was about an hour early, so I walked around the block a couple of times. Oh how I wish I had just kept walking. Each time I passed the door to the building, I glanced at my watch. On the fourth pass, it was close enough so I went in to the building and got on the elevator. My knock was answered and Cindy invited me in. She offered me a seat on the sofa and put the flowers in a vase. She sat next to me and we made small talk and through it, I implied several times that she should come back home, to which she politely avoided my subtle questions. Finally, a bell dinged in the kitchen and Cindy went in to retrieve our lunch. I joined her at the table and continued their game of verbal cat and mouse. After we had finished our lunch. We were still sitting at the table. She asked. "Dan? Did you really mean what you said on the card with the flowers?" "Yes." I replied, a little defensively. She ignored my defensive tone and asked. "You would really do ANYTHING? For my happiness?" "Yes I meant every word." I was starting to get a little apprehensive. "Do you promise?" I should have seen it coming, but as they say love is blind. "Yes I promise to do anything it takes to make you happy. Now will you please come back home?" A sly smile played about her lips and she said. "I promise that I will go back home, if you do one thing to make me happy." I was elated and said. "Anything you want dear." They say only fools rush in where Angels fear to tread and that was me. "Oh you really mean it? Anything?" She asked with one of the biggest smiles I had ever seen her wear. This was going better than I ever would have imagined all I had to do was keep this up and I would be sleeping in my bed with Cindy again in no time. "Sure, Sweetheart. I promise. Anything you want." Now I was trapped. "Great!" She turned toward the bedroom and said, slightly louder. "He'll do it!" "Do what?" I asked as Carol came out of the bedroom. I noticed that she was wearing a skirt and a blouse and I thought, she must have come home early from work. I took a second to check out her nylon clad legs. They were definitely her best feature aside from her face. I looked back at Cindy and she was beaming as she said. "Dan, honey, what would really make me happy is if you would trade bodies with Carol." I looked at her as though she had just asked me to spit wooden nickels. "Huh?" I asked. Now Carol was wearing the same shit eating grin that Cindy had on. Cindy repeated. "Trade bodies with Carol. You see, Carol has been working on a computer program that can transfer the electrical impulses from the brain from one person to another, or something like that. Anyway, we have tried it and it works. Remember when you came here to talk to me and Carol told you to leave?" "Yes..." How could I forget. I felt totally humiliated. "Well, you did talk to me. I was Carol." She paused for a moment to let it sink in. After thinking about what she had just said, I asked. "But you are Cindy now, right?" "Yes. We switched back. Then back again and back to our original bodies. I don't know all the technical stuff, but I do know it works. Now if you'll follow us into the bedroom, you can see for yourself." "Uh... Wait a min..." "Oh Danny honey. You promised." She whined. I was at the bottom of the hole I'd just dug looking up to see my manhood removed from my life. Then I thought. This thing can't really work. There is no way someone can switch bodies with someone else. What have I got to lose. I'll play along and then take Cindy home with me. Plus, I didn't want her to know that this request upset me. I composed myself quickly and said. "Okay, let's do it. Lead on my lady." And I stood up and gestured toward the bedroom. I followed the women into Carol's bedroom and found two kitchen chairs on either side of a personal computer. There were leads and wires coming from the back of the computer and were draped over each chair. I did notice what looked like a telephone cord coming out of the computer and running over to and under the closet door. I thought that it was a little odd to have the telephone extension in the closet. Cindy gestured toward the chair on the right and said. "Your chair, sir." I sat in the chair and Carol began the task of attaching wires to my head and chest in various places. Then she sat in the other chair as Cindy began applying wires to her as she had been previously shown, no doubt. As I sat there, I was a little apprehensive about all this. I thought, what if they are telling the truth and it really does place me in Carol's body? Why on earth would they want me to become Carol? Perhaps to teach me a lesson or something. But if it did work, how would I be Carol? When Cindy finished connecting Carol to the computer as I had been, I asked her. "How long do you want me to be Carol anyway?" I tried not to sound worried, just wondering. "Oh, I don't know... I was thinking at least a month, maybe two or three?" She said questioningly. "Oh? That long? Then we would have to go to work as each other?" "Well, yeah you would. I'm sure that won't be a problem though. You will retain some of Carol's memories like how to get dressed and apply make-up. You should also remember who is who at work. I did. You will remember everything about you, or rather who you were before you became Carol. I mean, with this program, we can remove parts of your long term memory, which would erase parts of your memory as Dan. Would you prefer that?" She sincerely inquired. "Oh no, that won't be necessary." I replied trying to sound nonchalant. I was freaking out in side about all this. I figured that they were probably just testing my promise. Besides since I had promised, I was locked into this performance. "So? How long would you be willing to be Carol? A month?" Cindy asked. I knew that they could tell I was nervous so I needed to cover some ground in showing that it didn't bother me. I said. "Three months is fine, as long as you don't think I'll have any trouble doing Carol's job, or her having trouble with mine. I'd hate for either one of us to lose our jobs for the other one." "Nah, I don't think you'll have any trouble doing her job. After all, you can type pretty well and that's about all you'll be doing all day. That is what data entry techs do, enter data into a computer. It's all typing." Cindy said. Carol finally spoke up and said. "Don't worry, you'll do fine. And I'm sure I will be able to work a cash register and work the gas pump computer. How hard can it be?" I felt a little offended at that dig at me job. It paid the bills until I found something better. I decided silence was the best course of action since I was trying to get Cindy to come back home and I didn't want to blow it now. "And you promise to come back home when this is finished?" "I promise. Just as soon as we're all finished with this, I will pack up and go right home. In fact, when everything settles down to normal again, I promise that I will become Mrs. Dan Waterford." She said solemnly. I forgot all about being worried about this body exchange stuff. Cindy finally consented to marry me. I'm sure my satisfaction radiated from me like a beacon. Cindy typed some stuff onto the keyboard and looked at me with satisfaction, she was as pleased as I was. "Are you ready?" I nodded with a grin. She turned to Carol. "Are you ready?" Carol nodded. "Here we go." Cindy said and pushed the enter button. The computer sprang to life and I heard the processor working. Then I heard another hum coming from the closet and thought that my initial impression of the phone jack may have been wrong. Then I started feeling very strange. It felt as though I was being pulled out of my body through the spots where the wires were attached. I was about to jump up and pull them off and bolt out of there for all I was worth when I blacked out. *** I began to wake up. I was lying in bed. I tried to remember what had happened just before I had gone to bed. I remembered something about trading bodies or something... It was only a dream. I giggled a little at the silliness of it all. I pulled the covers back and looked at myself I was still wearing the white cotton underwear I had worn to bed. I still had my breasts right were they should be. Imagine, me becoming a man. I was supposed to have switched bodies with Dan. I remembered Dan coming over and he and Cindy moving all her stuff out of my apartment. She was going back to him. I got up and padded to the bathroom. I relished the jiggle of my breasts and my ass as I walked. I knew that guys loved the way my ass moved when I walked. After sitting to pee as usual, I wiped and pulled up my panties. I went into the kitchen and made coffee. It was nice being able to walk around in just my panties. I hadn't been able to really do that while Cindy was staying with me even though we were both girls. It just wouldn't be right. But today was Saturday. I didn't have to go to work I could sit around in my current state of undress all morning. I always used to before Cindy came to stay. I know what you're thinking, what about the neighbors, right? Well, what I did in my apartment was my business and if they wanted a show, let 'em look. I'm a bit of a tart I know, but so what. I know I have a good looking body, so what. I got my coffee and sat in front of the television and watched cartoons. As I sat there, it began to dawn on me that something was amiss in my world. Suddenly, my body began to feel foreign to me. The rise and fall of my breasts as I breathed began to bother me slightly. I also began to realize that I felt a vacancy between my legs and also a sense of loss. This was really strange. I had been a woman all my life and yet, it felt as though I was a man trapped in a woman's body. Then I began to search my memory. I remembered a slumber party I had when I was 12. My friends and I were all checking out how much we were developing. We took turns lifting our blouses, not without much embarrassment, I had the biggest boobs with two small cones pointing off of my otherwise flat chest. Suddenly, my mind flashed to another memory. I was again 12 only I was at a sleep over party with a bunch of other boys and we were all trying to see who could whiz the furthest. I was beaten by only one other boy who was a little taller than I was. I was still standing there with my pants down around my ankles, when both memories seemed to merge into one and suddenly, I was a girl with my pants and panties around my ankles. The girls from my real memory and the boys from this strange new one, were all looking at me and laughing. One boy, Tommy Peerson, said. "Oh come on Danny. Everyone knows that girls can't pee as far as boys." Danny? I thought. I wasn't Danny, I was Carol. Then something else began to dawn on me. The foreign memory belonged to Danny. If it was in my head, that meant I was there as Danny, but my memory of being Carol at my slumber party was equally as vivid so I must have been there also, but how could I have been a girl and a boy at the same time? I wondered if it had anything to do with the dream I had. I thought about the dream. I had been sitting in a chair with wires attached to me and Dan had been on the other side of a computer in a similar position. I remembered feeling a pulling sensation and then nothing until morning when I woke up in my bed. Then it shifted and I was Dan sitting with Carol on the other side of a computer, again I felt the pulling and then nothing until I woke up in my own bed. As Carol. Then it started piecing itself together. I had been Dan and I did switch bodies with Carol and I now had both her memories and mine. As I continued to think about these things, they began to become clear in my mind and I soon remembered the whole thing. I used to be Dan, but now I was Carol. I looked down at myself and suddenly feeling like a man trapped in a woman's body didn't seem so strange at all. In fact, it was quite normal. That damn thing worked and I was now Carol. I pulled the waist of my panties out and looked inside them. I just had to see it. At the same time, my mind formed the memory of what my new body looked like naked and even a close up look at my vagina with a hand mirror. As I thought about that memory, I licked my lips thinking about how nice it would be to lick that image. Feeling a dampness in my crotch quickly brought me back to reality. I was turning myself on. I drank my coffee. This was incredible. I was a mix of emotions, which now seemed to be amplified. I felt awed at getting to try out life from a different perspective. I felt sad at the loss of my manhood. I felt betrayed that Cindy would turn me into a woman. I just sat on the sofa and cried for a little while. I don't think being a woman now had anything to do with me crying. Given the flood of emotions, I would have probably cried if I were still a man. As I sobbed, I could feel my breasts jiggle; it was an odd sensation that felt strangely familiar. The question now was: What now? I couldn't really go and yell at Cindy or even Carol... or rather Dan. I had agreed to this. Even if I hadn't taken them seriously. Then I thought about the computer. I hadn't noticed it when I got up, but then, I wasn't really concerned with it then. When I got to the bedroom, the place where the computer had been was empty. I went to the closet and the only thing there was my new wardrobe, and a note. It said: Carol, I assume if you are reading this, you now remember what happened. I'm sorry, you usually think you are who you've become when you are programmed to sleep through the process, but we had no choice. We needed time to pack my things and move them back home where I promised they would go. I also knew that the memory loss was only temporary since you didn't want to forget being Dan. I hope you are starting to get used to being Carol by now. It must feel strange to become a girl after being a man for so long. You really are a sweetie for doing this for me and don't worry, I'm sure you'll do fine as Carol and you'll be acting like your "old" self in no time. This really does make me happy. You really have lived up to your promise so far. Thank You very much. Love, Cindy Now what? They obviously took all the equipment needed to return me to my male self. I was effectively stuck like this until they decided to let me return to my real body. I figured that the best thing to do was to try and act as normal as I could for Carol. I replayed some of her memories. I knew that I should probably get dressed and do some house work. I was still wearing my ever lovin' panties so I just threw on a pair of old jeans and a bra and T- shirt. I thought that it might also be a good idea to practice doing make-up since I was going to have to wear it to work on Monday. Unless they relented and Cindy never was that kind of person. I again drew from Carol's memory and gave it my best shot. My make-up turned out rather well, considering that it was my first attempt at it. Now it may appear that I was pretty rational and level headed through all this, but that is a poor analogy. Deep down I was freaking out, but who could I turn to? Who would believe me? Surely, anyone I tried to tell about this would label me a nut case. Cindy and Carol or rather now, Dan didn't seem too worried about how I was doing and calling them would only show them that I was weak and frightened. I wasn't about to do that. I combed my hair back into a ponytail and checked how I looked in the mirror. I looked like a normal woman about to do some housework. That was a relief. At least I wouldn't look like a circus freak in public although, the thought of going out in public as a woman left me with little knots in my stomach. I went into the clothes hamper and took out "my" dirty clothes and separated them. I did feel a little awkward hand washing "my" intimates. It was a little odd; when I picked up an article of clothes I knew exactly how it looked on me. I was in the middle of my second load and just finished hanging up my lingerie when the phone rang. It was Cindy. She wanted to invite me to dinner with her and Dan. I still needed some answers and I also wanted to show that I could handle this so I agreed to go to "their" house at seven o'clock. I hung up the phone and checked the clock, it was three o'clock. I went ahead and finished my laundry and then took a shower. I dusted myself with the prettiest smelling talc I could find, which also came with a matching perfume that I added to my wrists and behind my knees. Then I put on fresh panties and a matching bra. I decided that I really needed to go all out to impress them so I chose a garter belt and nylon stockings. Carol's memories told me that nylon stockings looked better than pantyhose. Next I added a camisole and an off white blouse with ruffles running up the front and buttons in the back. I glanced at my nails. Darn! I thought. I took off the blouse and threw on another T-shirt and took my nylons off. I applied a frosted pink to my finger and toenails. I was sure glad to have Carol's memories to draw from. After allowing my nails to dry, I put my nylons back on and then removed the T-shirt and put my blouse back on. Then I chose my tight fitting tan skirt. It fell to mid-thigh and hugged my ass and hips. Then I put on a pair of tan sling- back open-toe pumps that let my toenails peek out. I sat at the vanity and applied make-up. I really took my time and made sure I did a good job. I curled my hair and brushed it out. I put in a pair of dangling hearts in my rear holes and a pair of diamond studs in my front holes. A dress watch and a bracelet, an anklet and a heart necklace finished things off. I checked myself in the mirror. I cocked my hips and puckered up for the mirror. I did look very sexy. I was really nervous about appearing like this in public, but I couldn't let them know. I grabbed a small tan clutch purse and tossed in the essentials. Since it was summer time and very warm, I thought it would look out of place to wear a coat so, as much as I hated to, I left just the way I was. After looking for my beat up Tempo, I remembered that I now had a brand new Dodge Neon. Well that was a plus, at least I got to drive a new car. I got in and started the engine, trying not to think about how I looked. I wasn't doing a very good job, though. How I looked was foremost in my mind. On the way over, I noticed that I my driving was a little bit different than the way I usually drive. Mostly it was less aggressive. Probably, Carol's memories effecting mine again. I rang the doorbell and Cindy opened the door. The look on her face was priceless. Her jaw dropped to her breasts as she looked at the image of femininity had I created. "Carol, hi. You look great. Come in." "Thank you, Cindy. You look pretty good yourself." I lied. She was in her uniform. Jean shorts and a T-shirt. I was still dressed with in the normal confines of what Carol would have worn, and to prove my point. Dan came out of the bedroom dressed in a pair of my dress slacks and a button down shirt. "Well, hello Carol. You look very nice." He smiled. I could tell that I had surprised him a little as well. He was just doing a better job of hiding it. It was in Carol's nature as well as mine. "Thank you, Dan. You are looking good tonight as well." I returned the compliment keeping in Carol's character. I noticed that the table was not set so I inquired. "Are we eating in?" "No, I thought we could go out to Shelly's." Dan answered then turned to Cindy and asked. "Are you going to get dressed?" Shelly's was a seafood restaurant that welcomed either casual or semi-formal wear. Cindy looked at me and then at Dan. "Well I guess I had better. I thought it was going to be casual." Cindy really disliked getting dressed up, but she liked being dressed down even less. Probably since the other woman who was out- dressing her was really a man. She retreated into the bedroom while Dan and I engaged in small talk. I sat on the sofa and smoothed my skirt across my ass and then across the front of my lap as I sat. Dan sat across from me. I noticed that he was checking out my legs. That's what I would have been doing. Perhaps the fact that this used to be his body didn't really come into play. I did have to admit that I found my old body somewhat attractive looking at it now through feminine eyes. Then Dan got a little serious and said. "Thank you Dan for giving me and Cindy this opportunity to try out a relationship." A relationship? I was a little taken aback but I wasn't about to let on. Apparently, Dan thought that Cindy had told me why she wanted me to switch with Carol. "It's not a problem, Dan. It also gives me an opportunity to experience life from the other side of the fence so to speak." "Well, you seem to be handling it pretty good so far." He added. "Thank you." I mock curtsied by nodding my head. "It did hit me a little hard at first, since I didn't think it would really work. Then I started thinking that this was an opportunity of a lifetime. I used to hear all the time that men could never understand women. I now have the means to learn about women." It was still hitting me hard, but I wasn't going to tell him that. "Well, I think three months is plenty of time to learn about being a woman." He said. "Yes that should be sufficient time. Perhaps that much time is not required." I said with an underlying question. "You are probably right, but since Cindy locked you into that body for three months. That's how long it will be before you are anyone else." He answered. Locked into this body?! I had all I could do to keep the pretty little smile on my face. I kept my composure. "Oh I see, I didn't know that she locked me into this body. I guess three months it is, then." "She said that when you said that being me for three months was not a problem with you. She just went ahead and programmed it in to give more time. Of course, I don't know if I would want to be a man for three months so I might probably switch with Cindy and let her see what it's like to be a man." He stated. So? They could switch around but I was stuck like this. That was just great. Again, I held my peace and politely nodded. Cindy came out of the bedroom wearing one of the only two dresses she owned. It was a dressy sundress. I wondered how she felt being out femmed by her ex-boyfriend. I also wondered if she knew. She got her purse and Dan escorted us to the car. It was strange to sit in the back seat of my own car but I knew they would never tolerate anything else. So, as demurely as I could, once again drawing on Carol's memories, climbed in the back seat as sweetly as I could. I knew that Dan was watching me more than Cindy was. It seemed that she only had eyes for Dan, even if Dan was really sitting in the backseat wearing a skirt and blouse. Unfortunately, it was Carol in my ill gotten body that was captivating Cindy's attention. I watched Dan's reaction to everything I did. I noticed that he compared Cindy to me. I also noticed that he thought she didn't measure up. I think he thought he could change her. It must be the left over woman in him. I did do a pretty good job of keeping up airs all through dinner as we made pleasant conversation and kept sidestepping the issues that were really plaguing our minds. After observing them, Dan turning out to be rather transparent to me, I knew that they both knew that I was tricked out of my body. By now, we all knew I had been set up. Although, Dan was much more intelligent, it was Cindy who was in charge of what they were doing. I think dinner was Dan's idea as a way of trying to make up to me for the theft of my body. Cindy didn't seem to care at all. She barely noticed me. Dan even asked me to dance, which I graciously accepted. I had a bit of trouble at first, but I was able to allow him to lead me on the dance floor. Afterwards, Dan excused himself to go to the restroom and Cindy leaned over close to me and said. "Uh, don't get any ideas, bitch. He's mine and I'll thank you to keep your hands off of him." Then she got cheery all of a sudden and added. "At least, until you switch back." And she gave me a little wink like a secret between friends. However, I was starting to get the feeling that she couldn't have been any less my friend than if she had never met me. I made a note to be very careful around this woman. We left shortly after this brief exchange and it was made rather clear, by Cindy, that I was not invited in. So, I got out of my old car and headed for my new car when Dan stopped me. He reached out his hand and I took it, only to appear cordial. Then he drew me close and hugged me and then gave me a kiss on the cheek. I kissed his cheek in return. He said. "Take care of yourself and don't be a stranger." He smiled. I smiled back and said. "Thank you for dinner it was wonderful." I also glanced at Cindy, who was only slightly put out by this exchange. "Don't worry, I won't be a stranger." I added, knowing full well that with that last statement, they intended not to see me until the three months were up. I knew a brush off when I heard one. Cindy gave an Oscar performance in hugging and kissing me good night. She also extended the brush off invitation to not be a stranger. I turned and walked away, aware that Dan's eyes were still on me. More specifically my ass. I gave it an extra wiggle as I made my way to the car and got in. They stood on the porch and watched me drive away. I saw Dan open the door in my rear view mirror as I rounded the corner. When I got home, I took my clothes and make-up off. Well, I left my panties on. I walked out to the living room and sat on the sofa. I thought about all that I had learned that evening. What it boiled down to was this, I was tricked into trading bodies, they had planned the whole thing. I was now stuck in the body of my ex-girlfriend's friend for three whole months. The worst part was, I couldn't tell anyone and expect them to believe that my ex-girlfriend used a computer to steal my body and give me the body of a young woman. I'd be deemed a nut and someone would want to put me in a rubber room to observe me to see that I wasn't also a psycho. I opened the pack of cigarettes that I bought on my way home and lit one up. Carol didn't smoke, but I did before the trade and now with all the stress, my desire to have one was very great. After lighting the cigarette, I put it in the saucer I was using as a make shift ashtray and I began to cry. I knew that it was this body's way of dealing with the news of my current situation so I didn't feel ashamed or embarrassed. I wondered what I would be like in three months. Would I be crazy? Would I want to be a man again so much that I wound up being labeled as having penile envy? I placed my hand on the crotch of my panties where my penis used to be. Well I guess I did have penile envy, I wanted the one that belonged to me. Would I decide that after spending so much time as a woman that I wouldn't want to be a man anymore? I think this was Cindy's hope. Would I get so used to being a woman, that I would be too feminine to be a man again? Dan seemed to be acting all right, but I don't know how much he had prepared for it. Besides, if it proved to be too much for him, he could always trade with Cindy. That was a luxury I didn't have. Like it or not, I was Carol for the next three months. I cried some more and then went to bed. *** When I woke in the morning, I felt much better. I remembered having a dream where I spent a day as Carol and went out to dinner with myself and Cindy. I rolled over and sat up. With the flood of new information reaching my brain, it took me but a moment to realize that it was no dream. I now wished that it had been. I got out of bed and padded to the bathroom. I didn't need a mirror to confirm that I was now Carol Marie Gilman. I knew I was now 22 years old. At least I had gained a couple of years. I had been 25. I also knew that I was only 5 foot tall and weighed a hundred-five pounds I had dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. I now wore a woman's size 9/10 dress and my measurements were 36C-26-38. I was a bit hippy but then again, nobody's perfect. I knew that I worked doing data entry for Jonstone and Fervalis, it is a rather large accounting firm. They handle several large business accounts. I made twelve dollars an hour. That was quite a bit better than what I had made as a gas station attendant. That explained why I had a beautiful contemporary apartment in one of the nicer neighborhoods in town and a brand new car. I had to wear dress slacks or skirts and blouses or dresses to work. Dresses and skirts meant high heels. I knew I was in for a painful time of it. I spent Sunday giving Carol's memory a work out. I thought about all my co-workers and my job. I knew that if I was going to pull off being Carol, I was going to have all this information in the forefront of my mind. I didn't want to screw up Carol's life while I borrowed it. After all, if I did, it would be the prefect excuse to leave me like this until I straightened it out. I had a feeling that Cindy and Dan would jump on such an opportunity with both feet. My breasts hurt thinking of them standing on my chest. No, it was best not to give them any room to maintain the current arrangement indefinitely. They could keep me jumping through hoops to try to satisfy them for a long, long time. I kept thinking. Sunday evening, I took a long hot bubble bath and then decided that since it was going to be mine for a while, I should get to know my new body. The exploration was rather enjoyable. I was even able to find some girl toys to aid my exploration. The alarm went off on Monday morning. I was now getting a little more used to my new identity. I rolled over and felt the mattress against my Venus mound. It slightly turned me on to realize that I was now the possessor of a Venus mound. I now had the kind of body I always wanted to possess, only I never had intended to be wearing it. After taking a shower, I got dressed in a pretty floral print dress. Pretty? I asked myself. I looked at it in the mirror. Sure, why not? It was pretty and it made me feel pretty. It actually felt nice to feel like a pretty girl. I mean, I knew that I was pretty. I knew because I used to ogle this body. But to feel pretty was a totally different feeling. It made me a little proud to see how feminine I looked. I was a little nervous as I pulled into a parking place at work. This would be the first time I would be around others who knew me as Carol and would know what to expect from me. As I got out of the car, I saw another girl walking towards the door. Immediately I knew that it was Debbie. "Hi Deb, I called to her," and waved. She smiled at me and called back. "Morning Carol. How was your weekend?" I caught up to her. "It was interesting. I feel like a whole new person." I giggled inwardly at my little joke. I was a little surprised, but I settled right in and was doing Carol's job like an old pro by lunch. Which was a chef salad and a diet Coke, by the way. In the afternoon, I was asked to take over reception since Deloris had a doctor's appointment. Again it was only a few moments before I had it down. I did get a little uncomfortable when a couple of salesmen came in and I caught them staring at my legs. I knew what they were thinking since I had thought the same thing. Undoubtedly they were wondering what I looked like under my skirt. I thought it might be a little funny if they got to see it the same way I did and I giggled a little to myself. Five o'clock finally rolled around and I was all too happy to go home. That is until I got home to find I was alone. What to do? First things first. I went into the bedroom and took off my dress and heels. I was about to remove my pantyhose when the phone rang. "Hello?" I asked. "Hi Carol honey?" I searched Carol's memory and matched the voice with the person. "Hi mom." I said. "How are you and Dad?" "Oh we're fine honey. I had a strange dream that something very strange happened to you with that Cindy. I really wished you would stop having anything to do with her." "Mom! She's my friend!" I argued, then I remembered the previous night. Friend was definitely a light term. "I'm fine mother." "I'm sorry dear. I only worry because I love you." She sounded hurt. "I know mom. I love you too." I wondered if I could love someone I had never met. "Sweetie, won't you come over for dinner tonight? Your brother will be here." "I don't know Mom..." "Oh come on." she said. "I just want to see you and make sure you are all right. Please." Oh, man. What was I going to do? I couldn't hope to pull off pretending in front of Carol's parents, but she wasn't going to take no for an answer. I ended up throwing on a pair of tight jeans and a jersey blouse. A pair of Nikes. I was startled by how small the shoes looked, where my feet really that small now? Before I knew it, I was on my way to Carol's parents' house. The parents that thought I was their daughter. I was surprised, we really had a nice time. With the memories in my head, I was not only able to pull off being Carol, I was able to join right in with their conversation. I knew that my father was retired and my mother worked in a day care. My brother was going to college for a degree in electrical engineering. It had been a long time since I had spent time with a family. My real parents were divorced and living in separate parts of the country. I had stopped spending time with either one of them since they both felt that I was preferring one to the other if I visited one or the other. I just slowly let things drift apart. I had a sister but she still blamed me for horning in on her life. She had been the only child for five years, until I came along. Obviously, visiting her was out of the question. I didn't want to leave, but I did have a job to go to in the morning. So reluctantly, gave mom and dad a hug and a kiss and I left around ten. My brother walked me out to the car. Standing at the door he said. "Carol? I don't know what it is, but there is something different about you." I began to panic. What had I done? "How so?" I stammered. He studied me for a moment and then a smile broke out on his face. "Your hair. You got it cut. It looks great, Sis." I breathed a sigh of relief and then I blushed a little. "Thank you Todd." I said demurely. He gave me a hug and I had to reach up to return it. I found it a little sobering. He kissed my cheek and I did the same. "Good night Sis, I love you." He said. I couldn't believe it. A sibling that actually said I love you. I could also tell that he wasn't just saying it either. He really meant it. I searched my memories and found that I loved him too, or at least Carol did. I was in a slight state of euphoria as I drove home. I tried to understand why Carol was so willing to give all this up, even for a little while. She must really love Cindy to do this. I was still in a dreamy state as I got ready for bed. I couldn't believe that family could be like that. I thought that all families were like mine. I studied myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. I was starting to loose the arousal factor, but I still couldn't deny my attractiveness. I couldn't help but to still be attracted to the image in the mirror. She was very pretty. I would never be a fashion model, but I was definitely prettier than a lot of other girls. It had also dawned on me that I was starting to think of myself as a girl. I was mildly concerned about my initial fear of becoming too feminine to be a man. There wasn't anything I could do about it. I was stuck in this body so it was best that I make the most of it and if that included becoming feminine then I would just have make do. I have heard horror stories about men becoming women like that movie with Ellen Barkin and how they wanted to fight being a woman. Like it would be demoralizing to become feminine. As if, it were bad enough to be stuck in a woman's body, but allowing oneself to become feminine was a fate worse than death. I wouldn't say I was embracing my femininity, but I wasn't trying to hide from it either. It is part of being a woman and I can't help that now. I have found it to be rather nice. Like a cool shower on a hot day, or a warm cup of apple cider on a cold night with a sprig of cinnamon. *** When I woke on Tuesday morning, I knew I was Carol. I had gotten used to it, for the most part. Getting ready for work was a lot easier. I was also starting to feel normal dressing like a woman. At work, it was easier to act like a woman. As time continued to pass, I became comfortable with being a woman. I had learned to embrace my femininity and fully enjoy it. I no longer felt awkward being a woman. I was and that was that. It had been nearly a month and a half since I became Carol. I still hadn't seen Dan or Cindy. I drove passed their house once or twice but I lacked the courage to knock on the door. I was starting to get excited, Debbie asked me to be one of the bride's maids at her wedding. We girls began to spend a lot of time together. The wedding was a little short notice so there was a lot to do. I soon found myself fitting right in with the other girls. Vicky, one of the other bride's maids suggested that Debbie get us all subscriptions to Vanity Fair magazine as bride's maid gifts. I got my first copy in the mail shortly afterwards. That night, we weren't doing anything for the wedding so I was sitting at home alone, I still had no desire to date men at this point especially since this was only temporary, there was nothing worth watching on television. I noticed that my tastes have changed. I no longer liked the action packed movies that I used to. I seemed to prefer dramas. Since there were none of these on television I sat and began reading the Vanity Fair. Before I knew it. I had finished it. I found it to be very fascinating. Now I couldn't wait until the next issue came in. I helped book the reception hall and also the band. This turned out to be quite a task since there wasn't much time. The day was fast approaching so we all went to get fitted. Now this was the first time I would be in my underwear in front of anyone so I was a little nervous. I was also a little afraid that I might stare, being a wolf in sheep's clothing so to speak. I hoped I could keep low keyed enough so as not to get caught looking. We all stood in a large dressing room in our bras and panties. I briefly glanced around the room at all these half naked women. They were all what society would deem attractive, slim, buxom, lithe and so on. The strangest thing though, I found I was more interested in the beauty of their underthings. I liked Debbie's lacy brazier and Vicky's silk panties. I decided that I was going to buy a couple pairs for myself. The dress Debbie had chosen for me was lovely. It was a long flowing silk formal in dusty rose. The modified deep V-neck showed my ample breasts and cleavage to their best advantage and the slit in the skirt gave the glimpse of my shapely legs. When I saw this gown on myself in the mirror, I was a bit flushed at the thought that I would receive more than a few admiring looks from the men who would attend the wedding. My dress was nothing compared to Debbie's dress. It was beautiful creation of white lace and chiffon. She looked very pretty in it and seeing her made me almost wish I were the bride. I did say almost. And though, I was curious what sex as a woman would be like, I didn't want to risk getting pregnant since this would create yet another possible excuse for Cindy to leave me like this. I was beginning to notice that I was starting to think more in long terms as far as my womanhood. It was silly I knew. I was born a man and I should be a man. I no longer felt that it was a preference. I had found many wonderful things about being a woman I think I like being both equally. Dinner at home turned into a weekly thing. Mother would sit and listen to me prattle on and on about the wedding. She would drop hints about that it was time I started looking for a nice man to settle down with. The thought of having sex with a man still scared me. I felt that it was like the last piece of my former manhood would disappear if I allowed that to happen. I liked being a woman and more specifically Carol. I didn't think I wanted to be Carol for the rest of my life. After all, I did spend twenty-five years getting used to being a man it was comfortable. Mother wanted me to marry a nice man, but what I wanted was to return to my real body and find and marry a nice girl. I no longer found Cindy desirable in this capacity, but there were other girls and I was sure that my little escapade on the other side of the dressing table could only better my dealings with women. About two weeks before the wedding, Debbie announced that she would not be returning to work after her honeymoon since she was going to move to Washington State with the groom. This left her position as supervisor open. I was flattered when I was approached to take her place. I said that I had to think about it. I was less than a month away from turning Carol's life back over to her. When I got home, I called my old number. Cindy answered. "Hello?" "Hi Cindy. It's me." I said. There was a pause and then. "Carol? How are you? I haven't heard from you in a while?" This was odd. After the way Cindy acted when we went out for dinner, this would be the last reception I would expect. "Well... You kind of made it clear that you felt I was invading on you turf and you didn't want me hanging around so I have kept me distance." "Oh..." She paused again. "I did? I'm sorry if I made you feel that way, I didn't mean to. Do you want to come over for coffee? Dan's at work." "Sure, I did need to talk to him though." I accepted. "You mean about trading back?" She asked. "No, well sort of... it's about an offer that was made at work and since I won't be Carol for too much longer..." I began. "Oh, I can answer anything like that." She said. Now I was confused until I realized that I talking to Carol. She and Cindy must have switched. So? Now Cindy was the man. "Okay, I'll see you in about an hour?" I asked. "That'll be great!" She said and hung up. It was pretty warm out so I decided to get out of my skirt, blouse and pantyhose. I looked through my drawers and found a pair of jean cut offs and a halter top and a pair of sandals. I washed my make up off and redid it a little lighter. This changing make up was becoming common place now. I took my purse and left. Walking toward the doors I could see my reflection in the glass. If I had known that this was so revealing, I wouldn't have worn it. The shorts split my vaginal lips and showed their outline rather well. I checked my watch and I didn't have time to go and change. Oh well. I thought and sashayed out to my car. When I got to my old house, "Cindy" let me in. I asked if she was indeed Carol. She said. "No silly, you are Carol." I laughed politely but didn't really see her humor. Then she said. "Yes, Cindy and I switched places. I didn't like being a man. It seemed dull to me." I didn't share her view but nodded my head. I told her that I had been offered Debbie's job as supervisor since she was leaving after her wedding. I asked her what I should do since it was her that would be returning to that job very soon. She was very excited and said that I should accept it. Then we sat and chatted while we drank our coffee. Carol was a very sweet girl. I should have gotten to know her better. I suppose that her attitude was because I was currently just another girl. Just as I was leaving, Dan came home. I noticed that he was staring at me. I mean flat out gawking. When I mentioned it, he just said that he made me who I was and he would look at me if he wanted to. I didn't know what to say to that so I didn't answer him. He walked me out to my car and asked if I would please stay the way I am for a while longer and would I please stay away from Cindy. When I tried to argue that Cindy and I were becoming friends he just reminded me of my promise. When I got home it began to dawn on me that Cindy had manipulated me again. When "Dan" got finished with me, I had agreed to remain Carol for as long as "he" wanted me to and to stay away from "Cindy". I felt helpless and I began to cry. Well, I thought. He might be able to keep me trapped in Carol's body, but he couldn't keep from visiting Cindy. The next day, after I got home from work, I called Cindy when I was sure Dan was at work. "Hello?" Cindy asked. "Hi Cindy, it's me again." There was a pregnant pause. "Uhmm... Hi. Dan said he didn't want me to talk to you. I think it would be better if you didn't call here. He said that he would call you when he's ready to switch you back... I'm really sorry Carol." She hung up before I could say anything else. I thought I heard her crying. I was stunned. I couldn't figure out what was going on. The only thing I could think of, was to leave them alone for a while. I decided to go on about my business since I was going to be Carol a little longer I might as well make the most of it. *** I accepted the new position and began training with Debbie. I was glad to have something to occupy my mind with so I didn't have to think about this mess with Dan and Cindy. When we weren't working. Debbie and I were preparing for the wedding. It was now only a week away. Vicky and I put a shower together. We held it at my apartment. I was very happy with how things went. It was the first wedding shower I had ever been to. I had been to several bachelor parties but I wouldn't be going to one of those for this wedding. I was amongst the women. A wedding shower is very different from a bachelor party. It's more of a social event than a party. Eventually, the shower turned to the entertainment when there was a knock at the door. I answered it to discover a messenger baring a telegram for Debbie. He handed her the piece of paper he was holding and then squeezed the package he was holding and set it down as music began to flow out of the wrapping papered box. He began dancing around and taking his clothes off. This came as a surprise to me as Vicky didn't tell me about it. As I watched him dance around half naked, I felt myself blush a little and I started feeling a little warm. I could feel my nipples contract and a dampness between my legs. I had explored enough to know that I was getting aroused. I also felt flustered. I was actually feeling attracted to this man. The physical reaction of this body were understandable, but I was starting to wonder what was under the rest of his clothes. Finally, he removed his g-string and his penis and testicles popped free from their confines. I blushed again as they came into my view. I glanced around at the other girls and they were enjoying this greatly. As I watched his genitals bounce around, I began to realize that I was rubbing my thighs together in anticipation of a sexual encounter. This embarrassed me slightly. Debbie also looked a little red. At least I wasn't sitting with his genitals at eye level only a few inches from me like poor Debbie was. I also noticed that I could I smell his maleness and it was exciting me. This was enhanced by his cologne. Then I recognized it as a brand that I had used as a man. It was a little humbling that I was swooning over such a familiar fragrance. I had a feeling there was going to be a heated exploration session after the shower. Suddenly, I realized that the girls were stuffing dollar bills in his green garter strap on his thigh. Without a thought, I dashed for my bedroom and got a couple of dollars from my purse. Just before I returned to the shower, I stopped and asked myself what I was doing? Then I thought. What the hell? I'm a girl for now. Why not enjoy it? It's not like I'm risking pregnancy with him. I giggled a little at that and dashed back to the festivities and began stuffing bills with reckless abandon. It sure was a lot of fun. After the shower broke up, Vicky and a couple of the other girls helped me clean up and then they left too, promising to see me on Monday. I was right, I had a great time exploring my own feminine charms while fantasizing about the naked man who had just left my apartment a couple of hours earlier. That following week, I had a couple more sessions fantasizing about the stripper. I was walking on air, well just a little bit. It felt nice to finally find my feminine sexuality. Even if I didn't want to risk complications with intimacy with a man, I could still enjoy wanting a man. As the wedding approached, my training intensified. I ended up spending a lot of extra time working so I knew what to do after Saturday. This was a good thing since it left me with little time to worry about my last visit with Dan and Cindy and the fact that I was forced against my will to be Carol for a while longer. When I did think about it, it did make a little sick. Even though I was enjoying what was going on in "my" life, I still felt more than a little betrayed. Kind of like coming home to find that you've been robbed. Then, before I knew it, Saturday arrived. I got up and showered and shaved my legs. Then I put on the matching underwear set I bought especially to go under my gown. It was lavender and lace. It made me feel very pretty. Then came the full length slip. I stepped into the bride's maid gown and put a towel around my neck. I sat at the vanity and fixed my hair and applied make-up. I added the finest jewelry Carol owned and then looked in the mirror. Even I had to admit, I was beautiful. I had to chuckle a little at the reflection I saw. Who'd have thought that I would even be a bride's maid in a wedding. Three months ago I would have possessed the wrong equipment for it. Now my equipment showed nicely from the neck line of the dress also through the snug fitting bodice. The flair of my hips also signaled my current status as a member of the fairer sex. I did have to wonder though, when would this all end. I couldn't keep up this charade forever. Could I? I had just finished loading my small clutch that matched my dress when the door buzzer sounded. That was Derek. He was my mirror on the groom's side. It was Debbie's idea that the groom's men chauffeured us bride's maids. I pressed the talk button and told him I would be right down. A stray thought crossed my mind. A lady should always make a man wait a little so as not to look too desperate. Now, where did that come from. Besides, Derek wasn't my date, he was just my escort for the wedding. I stepped off the elevator and walked out of the building and shook Derek's hand to greet him. It was then that I realized how much shorter I was compared to him. He was the tallest of the groom's men and I was shortest of the bride's maids. I wondered if Debbie had done this on purpose, but then I supposed she hadn't. She couldn't possibly know how it would make me feel being reminded that I was now a short woman instead of an average height man. Derek opened my door for me and I sat on the seat and swung my legs in. It made me feel good to have him treat me like a lady. Then he walked around to the driver's side and got in and started the car. We were the first to arrive at the church and I immediately when into the ladies room to wait for Debbie and the others to get there. I didn't have to wait long. Debbie walked in and gave me a hug. I helped her get ready. The other girls joined in as they came in. All too soon, we were told that everyone was ready for us. I picked up my bouquet and made my way to the altar of the church. I looked down at the flowers in my hand and thought about how flowers had gotten me into all this. I shuddered momentarily then picked up my pace. When we were all in position, the organ began to play the wedding march. We all turned to watch Debbie walking down the aisle holding her father's arm. I thought about what it would be like if I were walking down the aisle holding my father's arm. Then I wondered which father I would be holding on to. I quickly thought of something else as I didn't like where that was leading. Again a shuddered at the thought. I suddenly felt tears on my cheeks. I was crying. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised but I was. I had never thought that I would cry tears of joy. I had an overwhelming feeling of joy for Debbie so I guess it was only natural given fact that I was a woman at a wedding. After the wedding and the throwing of birdseed, we headed for the reception hall. I, of course, rode with Derek. The reception was wonderful. Debbie insisted that the bride's maids dance with the groom's men after the bride's dance. I felt more than a little silly and a lot like an elf dancing with Derek. He could have picked me up and swung me around like a rag doll. It was a little awkward at first. I also kept trying to lead. I had to remember that I needed to follow and let Derek lead. Then I calmed down a little and relaxed and I had a great time dancing with Derek. After our dance, Derek escorted me back to my seat and went to ask another girl I didn't know to dance. I watched them enter the dance floor with a little envy. Not for the girl being with Derek, but for both of them being able to continue dancing. I had really enjoyed it. I didn't have much to worry about because only a couple of moments after Derek and the girl began to dance. A less than nice looking gentleman approached me and asked me to dance. I felt a little shy and I could tell that he was a little nervous. He was only slightly overweight but still handsome even if I did have to admit it to myself. Immediately my heart went out to him. I had been in that situation myself many times. I don't know why now, but then it was always so intimidating to ask a beautiful woman to dance or go out to dinner or coffee. There were just as many times I chickened out long before I reached the object of my affection. I wasn't in the market for a relationship and if I had been, it probably wouldn't have been with this guy. I did admire his courage, though. So I gracefully accepted his invitation. He introduced himself as Mike Miller. As we danced, I was mildly impressed. I found he was an excellent dancer as he guided me across the floor. He was such a strong partner, I didn't even attempt to lead. I was again surprised at how good it felt to have a man take control and hold me in strong arms. I felt that little tickling in my lower stomach that was now quite familiar to me. I don't think I could have ever held a candle to this guy as a dancer. As we talked I discovered that his mother taught him and his brother to dance so well, telling them that a woman likes a man who is a good dancer. Sadly, I got the impression that he didn't get much opportunity to dance. That was a shame. I had taken some dance lessons and in order to better understand the woman's viewpoint. The teacher made us boys dance the woman's parts. We had to allow ourselves to be lead. As it turned out, it was a more of a benefit than the teacher could have ever known. We ended up spending the rest of the reception together. He appeared to also be a very sweet man as well as a very good dancer. He wore me out dancing. Hmm, I've heard it said to be careful what you wish for. I wished to not have to stop dancing and I got it in spades. My poor feet felt like they were going to fall off by the time I got home and kicked my heels off. At one point, it was time to do the bouquet and garter thing. I watched as Mike joined the other single men on the dance floor. Debbie's new husband Paul sat her down and removed her garter. Then he stood up and faced away from the single men, several feet away. I don't know why, but as Paul tossed Debbie's garter over his shoulder I secretly rooted for Mike to catch it. I thought, if anyone deserved to find a nice girl to settle down with, it was Mike. I watched the garter as it catapulted through the air. It made a high arch and landed right in Mike's hand. Everyone cheered and then several people looked at me and winked. They winked at me? I surely had no intentions of dating Mike let alone marrying him. Then all we single girls took to the dance floor and Debbie smiled at us. Then she turned around and tossed the bouquet over her shoulder. Again I watched as it made a high arch and then realized it was coming right at me. I held out my hands and it fell right in. Now this was too much! Mike and I both had caught the garter and the bouquet. The looks and winks were even worse. I all but ran from the dance floor and headed toward the door. This was crazy. The implications of the whole thing. I wasn't even really a woman and according to tradition, I was supposed to get married with in the year. The fact that my unwitting partner for the evening caught the garter seemed to imply that we both be married with in the year, probably to each other. It was too much for me and I had to leave. As I stepped through the door, I felt a hand onmy shoulder. I turned around to see Mike standing there. "It's all right. It's just a stupid game that doesn't really mean anything. It was all purely a coincidence." He comforted. "Please come on back inside. I am really having a good time dancing with you." Reluctantly, I nodded and followed him back inside. In a short time, I was back to have a good time. Then before I knew it, it was time to leave. We all wished Debbie and Paul a fond farewell and then slowly moved in the direction of the cars. It was then, I noticed that Derek's car was pulling out right behind the limo and he had the girl from the dance floor with him. He was too far away for me to catch up with so I said. "Damn!" "What's the matter?" I heard a familiar voice ask from behind me. I turned once again to find Mike standing there. "Derek was my ride home and he just left." "Not to worry, sweet lady." Mike said as he offered his arm to me. I was a little nervous about him taking me home. Especially, after he referred to me as a sweet lady. I thought about it for a moment and realized that I didn't have much choice so I took his arm and he led me to his car. It was a Buick Regal. He must be making some good money to afford such a nice car, my mind idly mused. I caught myself. What did I care what kind of money he made. I had no intentions of seeing him again after tonight. He opened the door for me and again I sat on the seat and swung my legs in. He closed the door and came around to the driver's side. I reached over and unlocked the door for him and he got in and started the car and we drove away. *** I told him how to get to my apartment. When we got there, he opened my do