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The Uncertainty of Change By Cowgyrl Ever since she moved into our school, I had a not so secret crush on Gina. There was just something that mesmerized me about her. She had a dark Sicilian look that could just knock men dead. Her long dark hair just seemed to taunt me. What I would not have given to run my fingers though that head of hair. She was everything I wanted a girl to be; above average in height, above average in looks, and above average in brains. The problem was that I was considered a bit of an outsider. Not really a part of any group, and I just did not have the looks to compete for a girl like her, or so I thought... Gina and I had been in the same horse club. We were "friends" when it came to club events. However, at school, it was a different story. She was in amongst the "in" crowd. A group of which each individual was cordial to me on their own, but I still was not a part of the group. The heart of her school group were her two girl friends, Megan and Shannon. Megan was a goddess in many sorts, but she always struck me as a self-centered wench. I guess that's why she didn't appeal to me as much as Gina. Shannon was the wild one of the group. Just as good looking as the other two and three times as adventurous. It would seem that Gina was ignoring me, but I was so smitten with her that I just brushed it off as "she has an image to keep with her friends." I knew I wasn't the coolest, smartest, or best-looking guy in school. Although, I always wished I was just to have her. For the first two years of high school, I would just admire Gina from a far waiting for the summer months when the show circuit would once again bring us together as friends. We never had classes together as she was in all the advanced classes, and my laziness had resigned me to the regular classes. However, at the end of my sophomore year however, I managed to get myself scheduled for the AP Biology course for the next school year. This would put me in a class with Gina. I eagerly anticipated and loathed starting that class at the same time. The school year had ended, and the show season began. I was excited for the summer to begin as it would mean Gina would be "mine" again. The summer began much as the last had ended. Gina and I spent time talking and keeping each other company. However, as the summer wore on, she became more distant. This was a I time I had always feared and had hoped would never come. She had found a boyfriend. He was everything a good-looking high school girl like her could dream of. He was a jock with brains, and he was a hunk to boot. I spent the rest of the summer just watching him sweep "my" girl away from me. She seemed so happy with him. I a way I felt guilty at my jealousy, but I had a tinge of envy as well. As the school year approached, I began to wonder if I could manage being in a class with my unobtainable desire. -- The first day of class, I walked into the Biology class and proceeded to make my way to the back corner of the room. There I could see everything and hopefully, not be seen by many. Josh and his group of eccentrics sat in the seats around me. These guys were nuts. They were smarter than they deserved to be really. Geniuses on drugs is what they were, and did they ever come up with some crazy stuff. This could be the perfect distraction, or maybe not. As soon as Gina walked in, the rest of the room vanished, and my heart stopped. She looked at me with her warm brown eyes and smiled as if to say "hi there" in that old lover kind of way. The rest of the class period, I did my best not to think about her. As the bell rang, I gathered my stuff and started to head out to my math class. "Hey, Tom!" I heard that familiar voice call. I turned around and saw Gina walking toward me with a bit of hurry. "Are we still on for our Saturday morning study sessions?" Wow! I'd forgotten about that. I had mentioned to her at the beginning of summer that I would help me tremendously to have a study partner. My motives were twofold. First, I'd get more time with her. Second, I had no study habit to speak of, and she was my only chance to pass this Biology class. I figured with her new bo she would reneg. "Sure." I said "If you still think it will be a good idea." "I think so." she said. "This class is going to be tough." "Yeah, I'm at a blank to come up with my first paper topic." "Well, then we should start this weekend. Be at my place at 8:30?" "Ok." "See you then. Bye." Then she turned and headed off to her next class. "Bye." I feebly whispered in a semi state of shock. She actually had intended on following through with that. Maybe things were not so bad after all. Ah, who was I kidding? It was just as friends. She was still seeing what's-his-name. Speaking of ole what's-his-name, how is he going to take it when his girlfriend says "I'm having a guy over to study Biology."? Well, Saturday rolled around, and we had a great time. I had never enjoyed studying so much. I had almost forgotten that I was with the girl that I wanted so badly. And over the course of the first semester, She and I grew closer and closer. At school, she was asking me to join her and her friends. Megan was none too pleased with this, but Shannon was overly cool with it, even referring to me as "one of the girls" or just "girl". That was really weird for me, and I think for Gina too. What was most odd what how they would just talk as if I WAS one of the girls. When the subject turned to boys, I always felt awkward, but it was worst when they would ask me for my "guy's opinion". Man! Say one thing and you're gay. Say another and you're a chauvinistic pig. I don't know how, but I always managed to slip in between. However, our closeness was never so evident as it was during our study sessions. She was telling me her most intimate feelings. I started to sense things weren't all that rosy with Brad. Yes, I finally knew ole what's-his-name's name. I tried to give the best advice I could without letting my personal feelings and desires get in the way. However, it all came to a head the weekend before first semester finals. -- Gina had been speculating that Brad had been seeing another girl at his school, but she had no way of proving it. She only knew that Brad was becoming more distant. At first, she thought it was just basketball, but he had canceled a couple of dates. When I showed up at Gina's door the Saturday before finals, I could tell she was upset. "Are you alright?" I asked her. "No." she plainly said. I was feeling very uncomfortable. I had no way of knowing how to console her or even if I should. "Brad called last night to cancel our date for tonight." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." "It's ok. I guess he has more important things to do." "Well, basketball season is quite ..." "Yeah, yeah, I know, but I just wish he wouldn't make dates that he can't keep." "True, but maybe he really thought he could?" "I wish I could believe that. He's just so wonderful, but insensitive. What is it with you guys anyhow?" "Don't ask me. I wish I could figure it out." "Well, maybe we should try to study." she said, but the tension was just too much. After half-an- hour of unsuccessful study, she asked me give her a massage. I said I'd help however I could. She crawled onto the floor with a pillow and pulled her shirt off. I could feel my body start to burst to life. This was tough seeing her silky smooth skin uncovered. She then laid on her stomach resting her upper torso on the pillow. I straddled her and began to work her muscles. "You can just unsnap my bra to get it out of the way." she said. "Sure." That was too much. Her bare back was setting my hormones into overdrive. I'd never been this close to a girl before. Now I was straddling the bare-backed girl of my desire. I worked her muscles a gently and firmly as I could as my crotch began to prepare as if it was going to get in on the action. After a while, I think Gina began to notice my tension. She was a bunch more relaxed now. She had even moaned a time or two. Finally, she said "ok, your turn." "Oh no thanks, I just..." "Don't give me that. You know you want it." she said almost purring. What on Earth was this girl doing to me!? Here I was a 16-year-old male with raging hormones and she was talking to me like that? I couldn't pass it up though. "Just a back rub." kept telling myself. "Just a back rub." "Okay, you win." I said trying to sound dejected most likely unsuccessfully. I got off of her and prepared to get on my stomach when she told me "Roll over on your back. I have something special for you." I said nothing. I couldn't believe this was happening. As she got up, she let her bra slip off of her shoulders. She then took my shirt off. Now mind you I was no body builder, but I did at least have a firm torso. Not built, but firm. As she straddled me, couldn't help but feel like I was about to burst with all of the hormones raging in me now, but I mustered up every last ounce of self-control I could as she began to caress my chest. Her soft gentle hands were devine as they worked my muscles. Gradually, she worked from my chest to my abdomen to my lower abdomen undoing my pants in the process. I could only close my eyes as I enjoyed what she was doing to me. It had never occurred to me to ask about her parents. Fortunately they were out of town for the day. I could feel her begin to take my pants off of me. "Gina, you don't..." "Shhhhhh. Just relax and enjoy. I need it as much or more than you do." was her reply. Who was I to argue. She then slipped her fingers under the waistband of my briefs and slid them off of me. My erect penis was now free to stand on its own. The intensity increased as I felt her silky hands begin to caress it. Gently and slowly she worked her magic in the way only a woman can. Then, I felt the wet warmth as she took me into her mouth. I could only writhe at the pains of pleasure. After I released, she pulled my member out of her mouth. Rolled over next me and said "My turn." I could only hope I could to for her at least half of what she'd done for me. I began with her bare chest. I could see the pleasure in her eyes. I began to suckle her nipples as gently as a new born baby. She continued to twitch at my touch. Slowly, I let my hand slip her sweatpants off her waist and down her long beautiful toned legs. I could nearly cry at the beauty of her. I was so overwhelmed that I didn't know which way to go. I gently massaged her pelvis as I kissed her thighs. I could hear her moan in ecstacy. I slid her soft cotton panties off of her and could feel my member begin to spring back to full life. There she was. My desire was naked in front of me and hotter than I could have ever imagined. I slowly kissed her around her Venus mound. Gently I slipped one, then two fingers insider her. I could see her writhe with every caress of her clitoris. I then decided to use my tongue as she had done to me. She began to moan insatiably. Finally, she reached a climax. Suddenly, before it was over, she grabbed me and pulled me up to her face and kissed me long deep and hard as she rolled me on to my back. With her on top of me, I could feel the warmth and wetness of her vagina against my penis. Slowly, I felt her slide onto me while continuing to kiss me all over my face and neck. We made let our bodies intertwine until we both again reached climax. We laid on floor in the afterglow of our love session for several minutes before either of us said a thing. "Hungry?" She finally broke in. "Now that you mention it, yes, very." I replied. "What time is it?" "1:00." "What?!". We'd been going at it for three-and-a-half hours. That was amazing, but we'd done nothing to study for our final. Truth is with all the studying we'd done in the semester, I don't believe we needed to do any more. We ate lunch and spent the next couple of hours talking about school and class. She asked me if I wanted to eat dinner with her since she didn't have a date any longer. I suggested we just order in a pizza. We ate dinner and I prepared to go home when she asked me to make love to her again. So, we headed up to her bedroom. -- The second semester continued much as the first except that our study sessions were nearly always love sessions as well. Megan and Shannon, I am sure, suspected that we were up to something, but we kept it secret. There was another secret too. One that Megan was keeping, and one that would have a profound effect on my life and my relationship with Gina. It seems that Brad had been missing Gina. He'd contacted Megan, and she'd told him about her suspicions about Gina and me. They began to try to figure a way to get Gina to go back to Brad. The girls began planning their trip to Daytona Beach in late January. Gina wanted me to go with them, but the other two seemed to feel I would be a hindrance in their getting the guys. Gina would joke with them saying, "Well, Shannon, you always say he's 'One of the girls.'" Then we'd all laugh, but I sensed that there was more going on. Finally after weeks of Gina pressuring them to let me come with them to Daytona, Megan and Shannon conceded. I was headed to Daytona for spring break with the girls. In one way, I was excited. I would have a week with my girl, but somehow, I had a feeling the other two were resentful and would make things miserable for me. That was not going to stop me from going and having fun with my beautiful Gina. We loaded the car around 5:00 the evening classes let out for spring break. We'd head down to Virginia and stop for the evening. The girls decided to let me drive for this leg of the trip. With Gina riding shotgun and Megan and Shannon in the back, we headed on down I-77. For most of the trip Megan and Shannon kept whispering to themselves. Gina would occasionally ask what all the gossip was about. They'd just say nothing. We stopped around 8:00 for some food and drinks. Megan and Shannon said they'd treat. When they returned, Shannon took over the driving duties. Gina and I sat in the back seat and ate. After my meal, I began to feel rather tired, and began to nod off which was unusual for me in a car. I looked over at Gina for a brief second and she was already out. So, I just leaned against the window and drifted off. I'm not a heavy sleeper. So, it was a shock to me when I woke up in a place other than where I fell asleep, and I felt horrible. My head was throbbing like I had been beat with a ball bat. My muscles ached and were tight as though they were trying to stretch out of my skin. I opened my eyes to see two blurry figures standing above me. "He's starting to wake." "I'll get the Tylenol and some water." "Yeah, he'll need it." I couldn't make them out, but I was sure neither was Gina. "Here, take these and drink this." "What happened? Where's Gina?" I mastered. Man, I sounded weird. Like my voice had been though whatever wringer my body had been through. Nothing felt right, but with all of the tension in my muscles it was no wonder. "No more questions right now." the dark haired figure commanded. Yes, hair color. That must be Megan. I'm starting to come to a bit. I continued to lay there just thinking how wonderful one of Gina's massages would be right about now and wondering why she hadn't come over to see how I was. For that matter, why did I feel like this? About an hour or so later, I woke again. Still feeling odd, but at least, not in pain. I was a little sore maybe, but it was tolerable. As I tried to sit up, I realized a couple of things. I somehow felt lighter, but not. When I got into an upright position that's when it hit me. Hair, and lots of it. Right in my face. "This is odd" I thought to myself. As my senses came to, I could feel the odd jiggle of unknown weight on my chest. My center of gravity was odd too. Lower, somehow. As though, I was sitting heavier into my bottom. I stole a look and noticed that I had one of the girls' night shirts on. It also appeared that there were some growths on my chest. That would explain the sensation on my chest, I thought. "I see we're up, sweetie." I looked up to see Shannon in doorway of the room. "How are we feeling?" "Odd." I said. "and sounding that way too." I added under my breath. "Well, you'll get used to it in a bit. Here drink this." "Where's Gina?" I asked drinking the liquid Shannon had given me. "Megan is calming her down. Seems she didn't appreciate our little 'experiment'." "Experiment? Would that have anything to do with why I feel like hell?" "Yes, it would" Shannon replied. "Just what have you done to me?" With a wry smile she simply motioned me to walk over to the mirror in the bathroom. I got up and about fell over as all my balance was not where it was supposed to be. Man, they really beat the crap out of me or something. I stumbled my way to the bathroom, and fell against the wall with what I saw. I woke up again. I was on the couch with a killer headache. At the rate things were going, I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever be able to fully figure out what was happening. All I can remember is that I saw a beautiful girl in the bathroom mirror, and it was not one of the three girls I had made the trip to Daytona with. Seems that for some reason her image was standing where mine should have been. "That's not possible." I thought to myself. "Maybe possible, but nearly infinitely unlikely." I corrected myself as I was a believer in that all things are possible. It is all just a matter of probability. "Here. This should help with your headache." Shannon handed me some pain relievers and a glass of water. "Thanks. Wha..." "You hit your head on the towel bar. You just have a good sized bump, but it should be gone by morning. We have a big day tomorrow. Spring break isn't gonna last forever you know." "How's he doing?" Finally, Gina was in the room. Where had she been? "HE is doing fine. Just a bump and a headache. I'll leave you two alone for a minute." Shannon left the room. "What's going on?" I asked Gina. There was a odd look in her eye. Some mixture of sympathy, fascination, and sorrow. "Quite a long story, but I'll give you an abbreviated version." she explained. "Ok. Abbreviated will do." "Well, you know that those two didn't want you tagging along on our trip." "Yeah." "The reason was that Megan's cousin, Mike, will be here in the morning and is bringing three of his buddies." "Ah, I see, this was a 'girls'' vacation from more than school?" "Yeah, but I wasn't too keen on that, but I told them back in the fall that I'd go. I thought I would be able to bring you so that I could sneak away from them." "Are these guys that bad?" I asked. "Yes, no, no, and I'm not sure." "Well, at least, it's not a complete loss. Go on." "Well, after you and I started getting close, I felt guilty about coming without you." I could only beam with pride at that statement. "The girls, though, felt that you would just 'get in the way'. I should have been suspicious when they finally agreed to let you come especially after they had asked every other 'acceptable' girl. I'm just so sorry that all of this has happened. This is going to be a lousy week." Gina was nearly in tears. I moved over next to her to comfort her, when I noticed that my arm looked much more slender. I followed it down to my hands and saw that my hands looked more delicate. In fact, they looked nearly identical to Gina's. Nice, soft, delicate, and feminine. I could only shake my head in a vain attempt to clear out the hallucinations, but the more I looked the more I realized those were my hands. Gina noticed the examination I was conducting on my hands. "Tom, do you want to see all of it?" "What has happened to my hands? I think they are mine. They move when I tell them to as a I tell them to. Look. Even the pinkies are bent like mine." "They are yours." Gina replied. "Tom, can you get up?" "I think so." I was not sure after the last debacle I had with moving. Man, I did not want to do that again. I got up with some assistance from Gina. Things were a bit better this time. My head was a bit woozy, but I was not as stiff and sore as before. We walked to the bathroom mirror, and there she was again. Gina stood behind me and her to keep me steady. "Odd. That girl is standing in the mirror where I am over here." "That girl. That girl is you." Gina said as I looked down at my hand again making that realization on my own as well. "Ok. I think I am accepting the fact that that girl is me or I am her or some mess like that. How?" "Lets go back to the living room and talk." Gina and I, whoever I was, headed back to the couch. I began taking mental notes of the sensations I was experiencing. I could feel the jiggle on my chest. I could feel the sway of my hips. I could feel my relocated center of gravity. It was all an odd sensation. As we got to the couch, I reached behind my head and removed the rubber band that was holding my hair back. I had to take it all in and feeling my hair down was the next thing. "Wow!" I exclaimed to myself. "What?" Gina asked. Shocked that I had said that out loud, I replied "It all feels so different. The hair, my hair, is so soft. Like yours. I'm feeling kinda tingly. Just weird." "Well, sit down, I'll tell you what happened." I sat across from her on the other end of the couch. I figured it would be best as I obviously was not the man I was a day or so earlier. Anyhow, I'd always found long explanations were best received with some space in between the people. "It seems that Shannon has a bit of a connection to the occult, and Megan asked her to do something about you. See, Megan doesn't care for you very much, and your being here was not her idea of a good time. She wanted to humiliate you, and Shannon came up with the idea of transforming you. Megan was not completely satisfied because you are still you, but she conceded that you as a girl was better than you as a guy. At least, she had four girls to hang out with her cousin and his friends." "Ok, so, I'm a girl. How did they...?" "I'm getting to that. Friday, when we stopped for dinner, Shannon slipped a sleeping drug in our drinks. Then she used the concoction she obtained from her aunt to transform you into a girl." "So, do I get back to being a guy ever?" I asked with a somewhat confused mental state. "Yes. They tell me that it will reverse itself on Sunday." "And I suppose I'll feel just as shitty on Monday?" I asked not wanting to know the answer as the body aches were terrible the first time. "That is correct, but there is one other thing." "Uh oh. What is it?" "You will need to consume about three times your normal amount of food on Saturday and Sunday in order to get your body mass back. Otherwise, you'll be a very slight framed girlish looking guy." "Oh nice." That was going to be a challenge it seemed. "We're back!" I heard Shannon call out. The two girls walked in with several department store bags and set them down near the couch. "Don't worry. You'll look good. We don't want you to look out of place with us. Now do we?" said Shannon. "No. We need to look respectable if you are to be a part of our group." Megan snided as she left the room. "Don't mind her." Shannon smiled. "She's just jealous that you're better looking than she is." She was right. The girl I saw in the mirror was simply irresistible. I could only smile at the thought that I was better looking than arguably the best looking girl in school. "Score one for me!" I thought. Fortunately, this time it was to myself. "Well, we are going to need to try some of this on just to be sure our measurements and guesstimates were accurate." Shannon directed. "Yeah, right." I replied trying to act detached but suddenly realizing the opportunity before me. This is where my little secret threatened to escape. Since I was about 10 or 11 I had secret. It was about then that my second cousin was born and my aunt would have baby sit my 2 year-old cousin. I had always admired how she looked when she would actually get dressed up in the girly stuff. It was such a contrast to her usual tomboy butch look. While she was out with the baby and my cousin was sleeping, I snuck in to feel her feminine things. As time wore on, I couldn't resist but try some stuff on. I as a still a bit smaller than her, but not by much. I would put on a bra and panties. Then the nylons. Oh man the rush I got from that. Then there was my favorite outfit. It was a ivory satin blouse and a black suede leather skirt. It felt so good to wear such soft things. As I grew bigger, I kept trying to wear her stuff, but eventually it was to no avail. I had grown too big. That had been a little over a year now, and here I was about to wear those sorts of things again. I just was not at all sure about the idea of being a girl. "I think you should shower and shave first." Shannon suggested. "Here's your shower gel, shampoo, conditioner, and razor. You do know how to use this, right?" she said sarcastically. "Yeah. I think I can handle it." I grabbed the stuff and a towel and headed to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it. I could not believe all of this. An hour ago, I was nearly freaking out about being turned into a girl, and now, I was beginning to realize the opportunity. One, I would get to wear skirts and dresses in public. Two, since it was only for the week, I had the chance to learn the answer to that age old question "what do women want". Man was I going to be golden. I could hardly contain my excitement. I could feel the cold tingling rush of pleasure coarse through my veins. As I placed the things in the tub, I turned around and looked in the mirror for the third time. What I saw was the vision of beauty I'd only seen in my dreams. It was scary in fact. I knew this girl looking back at me. She was my dream girl. I'd seen her there, in my dreams, before. She was tall. 5' 10" to be exact. Then it started to hit me, and I took closer stock of the face. The eyes were the deep and radiant hazel green I'd always dreamed they would be, but they were my same old eyes. The lashes were thick and lush, but they were my same old eye lashes. The more I examined this beautiful face the more I saw myself in her. Even the hair, though long now, was the same thick wavy dark brown with those golden highlights. Only now, those highlights were more prominent with the new length of my hair. "Holy shit." I said to my self. My dream girl was me? This can't be right. That thought just bothered me to no end. The shower should help me clear my mind. That had to be the best shower I had ever had. I don't know if it was the fact that it finally relaxed all of my muscles or if it was the fact that the water on my soft skin was curiously pleasurable. The smoothness of my freshly shaven legs was simply amazing. I noticed the lotion sitting on the bathroom counter, and I decided it was there for me to use. Wow! The feeling of soft skin under my hands and the feeling of my soft hands on my soft skin just about sent me into a euphoric state of bliss. I had to stop as I was afraid that I'd end up getting carried away, and I didn't want to have to explain what I was doing to the girls. Turns out they expected it. I attempted to wrap my hair up in a towel. I finally got it done satisfactorily after nearly a dozen tries. As I put on the soft terry-cloth robe that had been left for me, Gina popped her head in. "That won't work." she said, taking the towel from my head. "Here let me show you." "Thanks. Never had hair this long before." I said as she rewrapped my hair in the towel. "There. That'll hold. Now I guess we should get you something to wear." She led me to the bedroom where there were some girls garments laid very nicely out on the bed. I couldn't help but notice how cool the air felt against my legs or how the smoothness just seemed to make me conscious of me rubbing my legs together as I walked. I tried to maintain my composure, but the excitement of what I was about to do was getting the better of me. Everything was such a soft exquisite cotton that I couldn't believe it was the same material used to make my jeans and t-shirts. I felt my nipples stiffen as I drew the soft panties up my legs. I couldn't help but notice how nicely the accented my already exceptional leg length. The smoothness of the front and the snugness of the fit were fantastic. There was no denying it. I was definitely all female, and a well proportioned one at that. I almost could feel the erection I would have had if I were still male and looking at this girl I had become. I began to get concerned again. Could I handle being this girl for a week, or would I go overboard? Next was the bra. It was a nice simple one that matched the panties to a tee. These girls had style, and they were going to make sure I did too. As I put the bra on, I couldn't help but notice how nice it felt to have that soft fabric on my breasts while at the same time having those darned straps irritating the crap out of me. "Is there something I should know?" Gina asked startling me out of my trance like state of joy. "Uh? What?" I stammered. "Well, you seem to be enjoying putting that stuff on, and that bra. You were too proficient at putting that thing on." "Perhaps 'she' has worn those girly things before." Shannon chimed in. "No." I defensively lied. "I'm just a good observer." "Yeah, right. Anyhow, you two, pizza's here." Shannon and Gina headed to the kitchen. I grabbed the t-shirt and shorts and quickly put them on. I removed the towel from my head and slipped on the sandals that I assumed were for me. As headed to the kitchen, I had to look in the mirror once again. I was still amazed at the vision that stood their. This girl would make a feed sack look stylish. -- I couldn't move. I had not realized how hungry I really was, but the girls must have anticipated it as they had ordered two medium pizzas. I thought they were crazy. There was no way four girls were going to put away that much pizza. "Now, you realize tomorrow you should start to eat more like a lady." Shannon scolded somewhat devilishly. "Uhhhh." was all I could reply. "We should get to bed. Mike and the guys will be here around 7:00 to pick us up." Megan commanded. She and Shannon headed up to their room. "Are you ok?" Gina asked me. "Remind me that this body does not have the capacity for food that I used to have." I weekly intoned. "It's ok. Shannon told me that you would need it all as your body finalized the healing process from the transformation. Here, take a couple of Advil before we head to bed. It should help you sleep through the night." "Man if the transformation from guy to girl was this rough, I'm not sure I want to go through the reverse transformation." I said genuinely afraid of the horror in that. "It will be ok." Gina unconvincingly comforted. We headed to the room, and got into our night shirts. I noticed that Gina removed her bra for the night. So, I did the same. We climbed into bed. "Tom, I really am sorry about all of this." "You know, Gina, I think it will be ok. Besides, just think of the knowledge I'll have about girls when I get back to being a guy." "I suppose you are right. Goodnight." I tried to get to sleep, but my mind began to race with all of the details. Then it hit me. There was a major detail. "Gina. Gina? Are you awake?" I prodded my lover turned roommate. "What is it?" Gina said with a sound of annoyance in her voice. "Who am I?" I asked. "What do you mean. You are you. Tom Patrick." she said with a bit of confusion. "That's just it though. Do I look like a Tom Patrick to you?" "No, I guess you don't." "So, who am I?" I asked again. "I don't know." was her reply. We both jumped out of bed, and headed to Megan and Shannon's room. Morning arrived with a rude blast of sunlight hitting me in the face. I had not slept very well, and I think it showed. "You alright?" Gina asked with deep concern. She could see the distress in my eyes, but I could see some in her too. "I'm not sure." I replied. "What about you? You look like something is on your mind." That's when she informed me that part of Megan's cousin's band of boys was Brad. Now, I finally had a connection as to how they had met. I think she could see that I too was less than enthused by this news. "Ok, so let me see if I can figure this out. I assume that Mike is Shannon's 'bo' for the week, and you will be expected to entertain Bradley. So, that leaves two for Megan and, and..." "And you. Yes. I think that's how it is expected to pan out. Actually, Megan has her eyes on Greg. So, that leaves you with Doug, but you may have the best end of the deal. Too bad you aren't really a girl because Doug's got to be the sweetest of the bunch." I couldn't contain my excitement. Just terrific. Actually, it was somewhat comforting to know that Doug was not an ass. That might make this week go a bit quicker and smoother. "Tom, tell me. What's bothering you?" Gina asked. "Well, first I think you need to be practicing my new name." "Oh yeah right. So, Tammy, what's on your mind?" She tried again. "I'm not sure." I partially lied. "I am just uncertain about all of this. This being a girl." "I know it must be tough, but I do manage to do it all the time." Gina comforted. True, she was always a girl, and a very lovely one with whom I had fallen in puppy-love with. However, this was different, and I could tell that she knew it. I also knew she wanted me to tell her everything that I was thinking, but I couldn't. I was having enough trouble sorting it all out in my mind. What bugged me the most? Having to be a girl for the week I had hoped to cement my relationship with Gina? The fact that four presumably horny guys were about to show up and be out "escorts" for the week? Or was it the self-revelation I had the night before? Truth is that it was probably all three, but that self-revelation was the one I couldn't grasp. There was no way I could tell Gina. The four of us gathered in the kitchen with breakfast about ready and the guys due at any time. We all had our bikinis on under our shorts and tops. Today was to be a day at the beach just lounging around soaking in the sun. The doorbell rang, and Megan left to answer it. Soon, she returned toting four young men. All of them were about 6 foot. I noticed that they all were very athletically built, but none were outrageously big. Megan introduced them. "Guys, I think you know Gina and Shannon here." "Hi." Was their near unison reply. I could tell one of them was paying a little extra attention to Gina. I figured that he must be good ole what's-his-name. "And this is Tammy." Megan continued as she motioned towards me. "She is new at our school this semester." "Nice to meet you, Tammy." was their verbal response, but I was sure I could see a response more like "Nice to meet you, Tammy. Man I'd love to fuck you." Well, that was what I was thinking they were thinking. I knew I'd probably be thinking that, and it made me quite uncomfortable. I think Gina and Shannon knew, and Shannon was seemingly amused by it. Megan was neither here nor there as she was so smitten with Greg that she nearly forgot to identify the guys for my benefit. I looked over at Gina. Brad had by this time made his way over to her. I could see that he was pleading his case, but she seemed to not be buying. That was good. I guess you could say he was a looker, and I was definitely threatened by him. He was well built and had money. He also was a still a man. Not to mention, he was my girl's ex. I was boiling with jealousy, and it took all my effort to contain my feelings. So, much so, that I forgot about the poor guy that had the unfortunate role of getting the attention of the girl staring at his friend. I can only imagine what he was thinking at that time. I could tell Doug was the shy one of the bunch. We hadn't said a word to each other on the way to the beach. Gina and Brad had been pretty silent as well. Doug definitely seemed uncomfortable with me as if he didn't know if he would stand a chance. Here I was the best looking girl of the group. It probably did not help that I was staring Bradley down. Finally, he managed to catch my attention. "You know, I didn't want to come on this trip." Doug sheepishly said. "Yeah? Why is that?" I replied in a not so interested but trying to be interested tone. "Well, Greg and Mike have Megan and Shannon to divert their attention toward, and Brad over there. Well, I know he's going to be trying his best to get Gina back." "What's up with him anyhow?" I abruptly asked. "Why did he ditch her like that?" "Well, she dumped him, but I guess he had it coming. A good looking girl like that. Man, I would have loved to be with her. He just got too involved with getting a basketball scholarship that he missed a few dates, and the rest is history." "Warped priorities." I said. "Does he know that she's been seeing another guy?" "Yeah, Megan told him that there was competition now, but she assured him that she'd take care of that." "That bitch." I silently said. "Huh?" Doug said looking at me dumbfoundedly. "Oh, never mind." I said and the silence resumed. We finally reached the area where they had decided we'd set up our stuff for the day. I could tell that Doug was uncomfortable, but oddly, he seemed like a nice guy. The rest of the morning was uneventful as the guys were out scoping babes I assume, and the girls were chatting about their men. Gina was none to pleased with Megan's agenda, and this pleased me to no end. Finally, Gina asked me to head to the concession stand with her. "Hey, girls!" Greg hollered before Gina and I could get away from the group. "We signed us up for a co-ed beach volleyball tournament. We paired us up into four groups." Oh, great. So, I was forced into working a team with Doug. He was the lightest built of the guys. Probably about 6' 1" and thin. That is not to say he was any wimp. Quite contrary. He was solid muscle. I thought to myself that if he was half as good as I was as a guy we'd do ok. I think I could see in his eyes that he was glad to have me as a partner. My 5' 10" height would be a good asset, and I knew this body had the athletic ability left from my male self. Maybe, I would even be better. The tournament was over, and Doug and I had won the $500 dollar prize which we split. The guys were all celebrating the victory while the girls had a bit of a different take. Gina and Shannon were happy, but Doug and I had not come up against them. However, I could see the hatred Megan was directing towards me, and I just loved gloating in her face. When she and Greg met us in the tournament, I made her eat sand. Doug and I simply destroyed them, and it was all due to my aggressive play. Aggressive play that was directed solely at Megan. In the midst of our whirlwind through the tournament, I had not noticed that Gina and Brad seemed to be mending fences. It was probably a good thing as I would have likely lost my composure. To make matters worse, Doug and I had quickly become friends. As I began to loosen up, I could see his level of comfort rise as well. By the time the afternoon was through, we were sharing a blanket and talking about our domination of the tournament. We had only lost one game in the final match. It was fantastic. We had become the center of all attention that day. I think we were both reveling in it as it was not a normal position for either of us. The day had progressed with me pretty much being a guy in a girl's body the whole day. I had not anticipated the profound effect that would have on Doug's perception of me. The guys dropped us off at Megan's aunt's house to get ready for the evening. It was the first chance Gina and I really had to chat. "You and Doug were really something today." she started. "Yeah. It was great. I didn't realize how easy it would be to adapt to this body and play like that." "I think you enjoyed beating Megan a bit too much though." she suggested. "That wench had it coming after what she's done." I said with the anger beginning to brew again, but I pushed it back. "But it was fun." I boastingly smiled. "Well, maybe you should lay off of her for a while. This is her aunt's house, and we do have to live with her for a week." "Shoot. She won't notice us much with Greggie at her beckon call." I snided. "Yeah, you're right." she giggled. I never mentioned anything about her and Brad. I really didn't want to know, and that may have been a mistake. She and I continued getting ready for the evening. I could not believe it. I was going out in public in a dress. Man this felt great, I kept thinking, but I was still very self conscious about being a guy. Gina was very amazed that I was able to walk in heels so well. "Practice makes perfect." I thought, but I was very concerned that it would give me away. I could tell Gina was a bit disturbed by my proficiency with all things feminine. I over heard her even ask Shannon if there were any mental changes that went along with my transformation. Shannon assured her that there were none. Just physical changes. I myself was beginning to get a bit concerned about more than giving away my secret. I had always loved the feel of silk and satin. Tonight, I was in heaven as far as that went. The black satin panties and matching bra I was wearing were devine. I could feel myself getting a little turned on by them. I had on a violet skirt suit that was just exquisite. The satin lining made me tingle as it touched my soft skin. The top was cut low enough to show what cleavage I had. The skirt came about an inch above my knee. I was simply gorgeous, feminine, and in love with myself. I had never felt so alive. I was not wearing any nylons, but I didn't care. My smooth legs against each other was more than I could handle. My shoes were simple sandals with a one inch heel. They gave me just enough added definition to my already show-stopping legs. It was the first time since my transformation that I was actually dreading the end of the week when I would go back to being a guy. That bothered me a little, but I set out to live it up that evening. I had resigned to the fact that I could do nothing about my predicament now. So, I might as well enjoy myself. The evening had passed with little fanfare. Megan and Greg were all over each other. Shannon and Mike were a little more discrete about it. Gina and Brad were ironing out their differences. Doug and I were getting to know each other. We talked about the latest trends in sports cars and how well we thought the ZR-1 would compete. We talked about the Browns' season and finally beating Pittsburgh at Three-Rivers. I have to admit that he disappointed me when I got to talking about whether Bill Elliot could repeat as champion or if Rusty Wallace could do one better and win it. Then again, he lost me on the basketball stuff. So, we were even I suppose. "You and Doug seem to be getting along quite well." Gina said as we ate our breakfast. "Yeah. He's a cool guy. I think we could be great friends. You'll have to introduce him to Tom when we get back." I said. "Yeah. I will." she said distantly. I knew at that point that I was losing her and that she couldn't find a way to tell me. "That bitch." Was all I could think of as I saw Megan's plan to get me out of the picture and put Brad back in progress according to her plan. "I'll get her." I promised myself. "I'll get her." They seemed to have Spring Break events planned all week. Today was a beach beauty contest. Megan insisted on entering. She was somewhat of a show off. She was good looking, knew it, and flaunted it. Gina refused to enter the contest. She was the modest one of the bunch. Shannon wanted to spend her time with Mike, and he put up little refusal. Although, he indicated that he'd love to see his babe be the Daytona Beach Beauty. Now, I on the other hand saw a grand opportunity to thrash Megan's ego if I could win. I decided I would try to flex my femininity and enter the contest. Doug was silently pleased as he told me that I was a shoe-in. When the time came for the contest all of the girls were asked to line up. We each had to pose, answer a few questions, and then wait for the talent presentation. I had no clue what to do for the talent portion. I had been in the choir, but I had not yet tried singing with my new voice. Gina, however, suggested that I do just that. They provided a kareoke machine. I looked for a song and finally settled on doing the Bangles "Eternal Flame", and it went off without a hitch. The competition was strong, but I just stayed confident throughout. That is something I never had as a guy, but this didn't concern me until later in the day. Had I still been a guy, I would have been drooling at all of the beautiful girls. I was nearly doing so as one of those girls. I had to be careful not to check them out too closely as I feared someone would get upset. When the five finalists were announced, I was nervous. Four names had been called already, and I could see Megan was crossing her fingers to be the fifth. Admittedly, she did have an outstanding performance in the talent section, and she looked stunning in her outfit. However, I knew she was not going to be called, but I did not feel that I would either just judging from the bimbos that were already there. " and our fifth finalist is Tammy Patrick." I was shocked. I made it. Gina and Shannon each hugged me, and Doug congratulated me. I could see Megan walk away in disgust. "Ha! Got you again, bitch!" was all I could think. However, I was not prepared for the next stage of what would happen. Doug and I returned from the dinner I received as the winner of the beauty contest. The others were already back from their night out. Soon the guys all headed out. I thanked Doug for the wonderful evening, and then, I did the unthinkable. I gave him a kiss on the cheek. I then looked sheepishly at the ground. I did not want to see his face at that moment because I had some very odd feelings. I felt as though I wanted him to hold me and kiss me goodnight. That must have been what he was thinking as he gently placed his hand on my chin and raised my head so we were looking into each other's eyes. Then he ever so tenderly kissed me on the lips, and said goodnight. I was stunned. I could not move, speak, or other wise think clearly. I had just been kissed by a guy, and I was swooning. Was I getting in over my head? Have I become too feminine? Should I... "Hey, Tom, er Tammy, are you ok." Gina said snapping me out of my trance. "Huh? Uh. Yeah. I'm fine." I stammered. "I'm gonna go shower." and I headed up stairs to the bathroom. I just stood under the shower soaking in the feeling of the water on my body. It was amazing how my breasts felt as the water caressed them. I began thinking about the day, and I could feel myself get aroused whenever I gave thought to Doug and what a gentleman he was. This caused me to shake my head in disbelief. I can't be thinking like this. Yes, I always wondered what it would be like to be a girl. I always enjoyed trying on the soft feminine clothes, but I had never given thought to how nice it would be to be with a guy like Doug. "Was I turning gay?" I thought. "Was I already gay, and just didn't know it?" I calmed myself down just in time to hear the door open. "Think you're such hot stuff now don't ya?" "Megan. What do you want?" I said to the bitch standing there. "You can't win you know. I'll just have Shannon make your change permanent. Then again, maybe that's what you want. Well, here's news for you, bitch, you aren't half the woman I am." then she left the room. "No, bitch, I am three-times the woman you are." I said to myself suddenly realizing that I was becoming more and more competitive with her. I thought to myself that if it were not for Doug, I would snatch Greg right out from under that bitch's nose, but I like Doug too much for that. I shook my head again. I liked Doug? No, this is nuts. I was freaking. As we sat on the bed getting ready to sleep, Gina started asking the tough questions. Ones that I had been asking myself, but had no answer for, or so, I thought. "Tam, are you ok?" she asked. "Yeah, why?" "Well, you seem, well, I don't know" she hesitated and finally blurted out "Do you like being a girl?" I was silent for a moment. I could not look at her because I was afraid of my answer. "I don't know." was all I could say. I was really thinking now. I couldn't figure it out. It had been only three days. One was full of pain from the bodily adjustments. The next two were filled with triumph as I had won two contests and bettered my nemesis. I was the center of attention. I had confidence. Both of which were never mine as a guy. Was I being lured by the attention? Was it the clothes? What was it? Was it really that being the girl I was now was better than being the guy I was four days ago? "You're worrying me, sweetie." she said. "I'm beginning to think you won't want to go back." "Would it matter?" I asked in a counter interrogation. "What do you mean, 'would it matter'? Of course, it matters!" she said somewhat aggravated. "Well, it just seems that you and Brad are mending your bridges, and I don't know where I'd fit in that." I somewhat hesitantly rebutted. "You and I are friends, and I care about you. I can't promise any one anything right now because things are so out of order. You. Well, you are a girl. It's hard to think of you when you are not you." "So, Megan's plan is working." I said coldly. "Come on, Tom. Be fair about this." "Believe me I am trying. It is just that I am so damned confused right now. I don't know which way is up." "Confused. Confused about what? Doug? Me? What? Please, if you want a chance to keep me from going back to Brad, tell me." She had finally triggered it. I could not turn down that challenge even though I felt it would drive her away for good. "Honestly?" I asked hoping for a reprieve. "Yes, I want honesty." she insisted. "Ok. You tell me what you want to know, and I'll explain what I can." I charged her. I never could just spill my beans. She knew that, but she also knew that once I charged her with a directive, I would tell her anything that she wanted to know. "Do you like being a girl?" "I don't know really. It's not bad." I replied. "But you seem to be enjoying yourself." "Well, I figured I might as well since I was stuck this way for the week." "Ok, you have a point." she conceded. "But there is something that bugs me." "And that would be?" "The bra, the heels, the feminine demeanor. Shannon said that she did nothing but give you the body of a goddess." "That she did." I said jokingly. "Seriously, it just seems so easy for you to be a girl." "Ok. Here's the dish. I love women. I envy them actually. I've been very observant of how you and the rest of the girls act. Every little move, I have examined and analyzed. Don't let that scare you. It is not out of perversion, but out of admiration that I've done that." "Still that doesn't explain how you so easily put a bra on the first time. Even I had trouble with that one." "Well, what if I said that it wasn't the first time?" I challenged. "I'd believe it, but why?" "Let's just say that curiosity got the better of me when I was younger, and I liked it." "So, you're a transvestite?" "I guess you could say that." "Wow, that explains a lot. I always wondered why you were so adept at getting my clothes off." I could only grin at that response. "Tell me, Tam." she continued. "How do you feel about Doug, truly?" "I think I like him." I replied. "Do you want to, you know..." "Sleep with him." "Yeah." "I don't know. Hadn't thought about that. It could be interesting. I might actually be able to figure out why you girls like having guys stick their you know what in you know where, but I've already kind figured that out a little." I said with a red flush hitting my face. "Ah you've explored yourself, huh?" she playfully challenged. "Couldn't resist could we?" "No. You got me on that one." "And?" "It was. It was pretty nice." "I think I get the picture." she said. "You like being a girl, but you are afraid to admit it. Why be afraid?" "I think you know." I said sternly. "I'm afraid of being judged by people, by you, the girls, my family. Hell, how would I explain that to my family?" "Why would I judge you?" "Might think that I was gay and was using you to 'prove' my manhood. Hell, you might have been heartbroken." "Afraid of being gay? I don't think that's a worry. You are not gay. I just think that you are becoming a woman body and soul. Who knows? Maybe your soul was already a woman, and that's why you were so envious of and attentive to women." "Maybe, but still, it is a bit disconcerting." I added. "I just don't know. I need to sleep on all of this talk." "Ok, goodnight, sweetie." and she kissed me on the cheek like a sister. Had she done that two nights ago, I would have tried to kiss her back. Instead, I just said goodnight and lay there lost in my thoughts as I drifted off to sleep. Today, was a big awakening for me. Last night's conversation with Gina helped me clear a lot of things up. Today, I was going to take a deeper step into womanhood just to test the waters. Was I really a woman to be? Then it hit me again, what about my family? Mom would freak. I was the boy she wanted her first child to be. Here I was now a girl, and wondering if I could stay that way, if I wanted to stay that way. "Tammy, can I talk to you?" Shannon hollered out to me. "Alone. This way." We headed out onto the back porch. "Did Gina talk to you last night?" "Yes. Why?" "Good. So, what did you say?" she prodded. "Um. It was kinda private." I said pulling back a little. "Don't worry. I'm on your side now. Megan knows nothing about this, and I'm really sorry I ever let her talk me into doing this to you. Then again..." she drifted off. "Then again, what?" I pressed. "So, do you like being a girl?" she blurted. "I'm still not sure, and that's what I told Gina last night." "Yeah, I know. I just wanted to see if you would admit it to me." she replied. "Listen. There is a way. A way to make the change permanent if you want." "Really." I said trying, unsuccessfully, to sound mostly disinterested. "What's that?" "Well, you'd have to have sex with a guy. Three times. Straight up with no protection." "Three times? No protection? So, if I had sex three times with protection?" "You'll still change back to a guy on Sunday." she answered. "Think about it." She winked and then left me alone with my thoughts on the porch. It was now in my power to make the choice. Go back to being a guy, or have sex with a guy three times and be a girl for the rest of my life. This would not be easy. The eight of us spent the day seeing the sights around Daytona, and generally, taking a break from the whole beach scene. Megan seemed to be the only one not in agreement, and she let us know at every moment she could. Despite her, we enjoyed the day. I found myself getting physically closer to Doug. We even loosely held hands a time or two. I could see Shannon smile and wink at me every now and then as to encourage me. Gina stayed close to Brad seemingly watching me to decide whether she'd have a decision to make or not. We headed off to dinner and then caught a movie. Doug was ever the gentleman all evening long. He would hold doors open for me, pull my chair out, and all the little details that I sometimes would forget when I was guy. It was fantastic. At the theatre, I nestled in close to him. It was amazing how good and secure it felt as he placed his arm around me. I was so lost in him that I had forgotten about the movie. I had also forgotten that I was anything other than a nearly 17 year old woman. The movie must have left the others feeling a need to be intimate. Once we reached Megan's aunt's house, Megan and Greg and Shannon and Mike headed up stairs. Gina looked at me as if to ask if it was ok. I just smiled at her, and she and Brad headed up too. That was the most awkward moment of the evening when Doug and I were left there in the living room alone knowing the others were doing their thing in the rooms. "Well, they managed to steal all the bedrooms except the master." I said coyly. "We don't have to just because they are." he replied. "I appreciate that. You are the perfect gentleman." I said as I moved in close to him and kissed his lips. "Let's just see what happens. No expectations." I whispered in his ear. "No expectations." he confirmed, and I led him to the master bedroom. I had not realized the great lengths the Shannon and Gina had undertaken to convince Megan to leave the master open for Doug and me. Maybe there was some hope for her after all. As Doug and I entered the room and closed the doors behind us, I turned to him and pulled myself into his embrace. The rush flowing though my body was seemingly more powerful than when I was with Gina as a guy. I was nervous at what I was about to do, but very anxious to know what it was like. As we kissed and caressed each other, I slowly worked my way to the bed. As I pulled him down on top of me, I could see the near terror in his eyes. "Something wrong, Doug?" I asked somehow concerned that he noticed I had not always been the girl that was beneath him. "No. No. I just..." he hesitated. "I've never been with a girl before." "Don't worry. Maybe it will help you know that I've never been with a guy before." I said as seductively as I could. "A girl as..." I shut him up with a deep kiss as I began to unbutton his shirt. His chest was amazing. He was strong with well formed, but not over defined, pecs. He had just a light coating of hair that was fine but still manly. I could feel the increased arousal in my body as I looked at him and began run my hands over his chest. He soon slipped my top off of my body. Only my soft satin bra was between his chest and mine. We kissed some more as rolled on top of him. I slowly and gently kissed his neck and worked down to the small nipples on his manly chest. As I worked down to his fly, I realized that what they say about a guy's first time may actually be true. While it took Gina giving me full intense fellatio, I had managed to cause Doug to reach climax before his pants were unzipped. I looked up at him and smiled. He was red faced as could be. "I'm sorry" he ashamedly apologized. "It's ok." I comforted as I moved back to his face. "Tammy'll take care of you." I then kissed him again full on the lips. "Let's get these all the way off and get rid of that mess." Doug was now completely naked on the bed. It was so strange to see another guy naked on the bed. He was definitely more endowed than I had been. He was also much less hairy. I liked that. I began to kiss the inside of his thigh. As I made my way up to his testicles, I could see that he was starting to relax again. Slowly, but surely, he began to regain his erection. As I saw it grow, I began to become both amazed at the size and concerned that it would find its way inside of me. "Ok, I think I am getting your attention again." I said as I moved up is body until I was again face-to-face with my soon to be lover. He was not quite yet at full erection, but it wouldn't be long. We kissed again, and he then rolled me onto my back. He fumbled with my bra strap as he kissed me on the neck. The feeling was pure electric. I felt as though I'd have a heart-attack before anything more could happen. Finally, he managed to the bra undone and off my shoulders. I could feel that my nipples were at full erection as he took them one at a time into his mouth. The feeling of his wet, warm, moist mouth was incredible. I didn't realize I could experience this much pleasure. I could feel myself slowly reaching a plateau. I just didn't realize how long I could stay there before peaking. Doug slowly made his way down to my waist. I could feel him unbutton my skirt and slide it off me. He then kissed my inner thighs. I could only writhe in the utter intensity of his touches. I was his to play with. I would do anything he wanted at that moment, and yet he continued to kiss me ever so gently. Then, he removed my moistened panties. I could feel him begin to kiss the outer rim of my vagina. I was going to die from ecstasy as he explored my womanhood. "Doug." I called out to him, and he raised his head. I pulled him up to me, but he pulled back. "I think we need one more thing." he said reaching for his wallet. "Greg gave me one 'just in case'." "Allow me." I said with a smile. He handed me the package, and I ripped it open. Before putting the condom on him, I decided to give him a bit of an extra. I first kissed the tip of his penis, and then took it into my mouth. It was so warm and salty. I then slowly and gently rolled the condom onto him and laid back onto the bed. He slowly climbed back on top of me. I could feel him between my legs. As he moved up, I could see that he was not adept at finding his mark, but with a little guidance from me, he began to enter me. The feeling was contradictory. I was writhing in wave after wave glorious pleasure as he slowly began to pump deeper and deeper into me. However, I also winced at the pain of being stretched out and penetrated for the first time. Soon, he was completely inside of me, and the pain began to give way to pleasure. We rocked to each other's motion. I now knew why girls would allow guys to do this to them. I was in heaven. I wanted to pull him into me deeper and deeper. I could feel myself reaching a pinnacle. When it hit it was completely unlike what I knew as a man but vaguely familiar. It hit as a slow gentle electrification. Then, I realized I was not climaxing just once. I was climaxing again and again. It felt as though I was on an electrical roller coaster. Up and down and up. I then felt Doug make one big thrust and hold himself into me. Slowly, he began to collapse. I was not ready for it to end. My roller coaster ride was phenomenal. "I need to take this thing off." Doug said, and then he headed to the bathroom. When he returned, I was under the covers and still naked. As he reached for his briefs, I told him there was no need. He climbed into bed, and I nestled into him and off to sleep. Doug was still asleep as laid there contemplating the events of the night before. It was Thursday, and I had three more days to be a girl. However, last night left me wondering if it could be possible for me to be a man again. As I looked at the man next to me, I began to realize the answer was clear. I slowly reached around him to see if he had the typical morning erection that I was so accustomed to only four short days ago. He did not disappoint, and neither did my body. I could feel the reaction as it began to get ready for what I was about to do. I gently rolled Doug from his side to his back. He stirred for a second and then settled. I slowly worked myself on top of him. The adventure of not waking him as I began to slide myself onto him was more stimulating that I imagined. It was everything I remembered from the night before and more. The fact that he was not wearing a condom made for a sensation that was absolutely sinful. I slowly began to rock myself on him. It was then that I noticed the hands on my breasts. He was awake. I bent down and kissed him. "Tammy." he groggily muttered. "What about..." I kissed him to silence him as I had the night before. I couldn't tell him that it was because I needed his seed in me to stay a woman. Soon, I felt the a warmth and the slipperiness of increased fluids. I knew he had released inside me. "One down and two