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Note: Ramapo originally wrote a story called "Transitions" in the lesbian genre. I always thought he/she got one of the genders wrong. Here then is my timid attempt to fix that mistake. I've changed the names and some of the details, but this is essentially a re-write of Ramapo's original... and some others, which can be found at Nifty. While I write rarely (Best Friends, Mother's Milk), and mostly for myself, I hope you like it. As always, if you shouldn't read this, don't. Permission to post on all the usual free sites (Fictionmania, Nifty, Storysite, etc.). Becoming A Dream By Patricia (with apologies to Ramapo) Patrick sat in the chair waiting for the computer monitor to come alive and the machine to finish booting. He was a very plain, shy, twenty-seven-year-old guy. His body was skinny and offered the viewer nothing in the way of obvious male charms that would draw favorable attention. Naked except for a towel, he looked at his bedside clock, hating that it was so late to just be getting back to his apartment. The lights were off and now his bony chest was bathed in the soft glow of the screen. His areolas sprouted long black hairs around their edges, which he kept trimmed back. His thin, un-styled wispy brown hair was loose and down to just the tip of his shoulders. Although he had tried, it refused to grow longer without the ends splitting or breaking off. The only hairstyle that worked was to wrap it into a small ponytail. He started his newsgroup reader and waited. Maybe tonight, he'd find something, someone to want to talk to him. Even for the evening. Just talk for a while via instant message. He clicked on alt.sex.personals and the screen immediately filled with endless SPAM from the day's frantic advertising of the Telephone and web sex sites. He began to scan for subject lines that were actually personals. Five tries on promising titles led only to more SPAM. It was toward the end. After midnight. A new crop of headers dropped in on a refresh. "SWF, 27, Lonely, Searching for Ms. Right" Patrick read it again. It was from a Ms. A lesbian. His cock twitched. He had no luck with straight woman. And, in spite of many efforts, he never seemed to get much beyond a first or second date. He knew his looks consigned him to the bottom of the pile in attracting a mate. But he'd wondered about his dreams. Tried to dismiss them. Push them away. Deny them. For some time now, in his dreams, he was always with a woman. Gorgeous, stunning women. Women who cared for him, loved him, and made love like sex fiends. But Patrick's dreams did not include himself, or at least nothing that looked like he did. For at least two years his male self had disappeared in his nighttime and he'd been dreaming that he was a women. He tried to ignore the dreams. God was he miserable. Why couldn't he have normal dreams about girls? He wondered why his hand just opened the posting as he read the contents. I'm really desperate, I guess, he was thinking. Oh, well, at least maybe someone to exchange a few notes with. Only the lonely. Something like that. "The header says it all. I can supply beauty, abundant female charms, security and love. I need the right life partner to share her love with me, to need someone like me. Current gender or physical appearance unimportant. I can make you the woman of your dreams. Can you be the one in my dreams? Searching- ----Vicki" An e-mail address followed. He read it again. "What the hell does make you the woman of your dreams?'" mean, he said out loud to himself. It was an intriguing posting. Patrick copied the e-mail address into his mailer and typed, "Vicki. If I were a lesbian, we should be talking. God, should we be talking. But I'm just a skinny, lonely guy. I suppose that I could use someone to make me the 'woman of my dreams' if it would really provide security and love. I have a lot to offer, but beauty and female charms aren't currently my strengths. Good luck. I think you have a better chance than I do. Patrick (yes, it's my real name.)" He pushed the send key and let the mailer run in background. A tear rolled down his cheek. Another dry night. It was almost one in the morning. Another refresh of the newsgroup and another list of SPAM. What a crappy way to live. He sat back and looked down at his thin body. A boy's body without the muscles, hair, or definition. He reached to turn off the computer and just then, his e-mail system beeped with a new message. It was from Vicki. The same time zone, he noticed, based on the message sent time in the header. "Patrick, if you were a girl, you'd be Patti. Did you know that I love that name? Can we at least keep each other company on line while we look? I hate the long nights of senseless answers from idiots. I post once each night in a different newsgroup. Two years and still not the right person. Maybe you could pretend that you're a lesbian to keep me from being so lonely? ;-)" "Sleep well tonight and tell me all about your dreams tomorrow and I'll tell you all about mine. If I'm going to make you the woman of your dreams, I have to know what they are, don't I? Sweet dreams then, Vicki" Dreams. Tell her my dreams. About women. About me as a woman in my dreams. Was this a strange coincidence or what, Patrick thought to himself. She's been looking for a partner for the same two years that I've been dreaming as a woman? I try all day to forget about them, and you want me to remember everything and share. Besides, who ever heard of some geek guy becoming a woman, much less the one's of his dreams. He blushed in the glow of the computer, ashamed and yet excited once again by his unruly imagination. But the note drew his attention back to the screen. It was sweet, lonely, sharing and showed Vicki had a sense of humor. I wonder what SHE dreams about, Patrick thought as he snapped off the computer and he pushed the towel aside to pee in the bathroom. Can't be any hotter than the shit I get going, I'll bet. He shook himself and pulled the towel off to slip into bed. The cool silk sheets (a gift from his sister) felt wonderful against his skin as he settled his head back into the pillow and tried to clear his mind. No masturbation, he promised himself. The brief exchange with Vicki had left him aroused and he didn't want to do anything to get the damn dreams started again. Please. In the dark of the room, eventually, his breathing deepened, and his tired body and mind slept. Only his cries and gasps of passion during his dreams broke the early morning silence in the apartment. In the morning, the usual crusty stains from my arousal were an unneeded confirmation that my dreams had been strong again. God, I was like a teenager. Why couldn't he control his body? Another day. Oh, God, I can't go on like this, he thought. The visions of the dreams still boiled in his mind and didn't fade. Each day, they remained longer and longer. He busied herself dressing and grabbing a quick breakfast. He looked at the computer as she walked out the door. Vicki. Dreams. I'm NOT going to open this door he thought as he slammed his way out of the apartment. But by lunchtime, he was still reliving the night's dreams and was having a difficult time concentrating. I wonder what she dreams about? My dreams might shock her, I'll bet. He knew he'd write Vicki again. At least it was something to look forward to he rationalized. At home, he forced himself to eat and clean up the kitchen, then he started the computer. It was early yet. But he found himself unable to wait, and he typed a quick message to Vicki. "Home early. Any luck last night? My only surprise was you." And sent it. And as he sat back, he realized his hands were shaking. He stood up and stripped, enjoying the feel of the air cooling his loins. He went out on the balcony of his 33rd floor apartment in the dark and sat, running his fingers lightly over both nipples until they were rock hard in the night air. There was just enough breeze to cool the sweat growing on his brow and groin. He knew before long he'd get some oil and spend the rest of the night trying to satisfy the demon in him. The mail program beeped at long last. "Hi! Gosh am I glad to see your note! I hoped you'd write but would understand if you want to stop. I had a very powerful dream last night and I even wrote down some details if you want to see them. I'm with another woman (of course) and I tend to get very graphic and dirty when I talk about and enjoy sex, so let me know if I should tell you about this. Maybe you could tell me if you dreamed about a woman last night? Did you dream you were one? If so, what did she look like?" "Hoping. Vicki" Women. Hot, lusty sex. Very graphic. Patrick couldn't breathe and got up and walked around. Oh, God. This was a big mistake, and he was playing with fire ... with a lesbian who said that he could become a woman. Just like his dreams, his shameful dirty dreams. No, he wouldn't surrender to the dreams, but they were overwhelming. He didn't need Vicki's dreams to make it worse. But he settled in the chair, selected New Message. As he typed, the alter- ego of his dreams came to life. His excitement was almost paralyzing, but he managed to keep typing. "Vicki. I've never told anybody about this. Why you? Why now? I don't know. Maybe you do. I'm supposed to be a man, but I never seem to be one in my dreams. I slip into sleep so quickly. Like I'm running to a date. (I'm breathing really hard as I type - because what I'm about to describe gets me so excited and so ashamed. The 'me' I'm about to become.) I have been dreaming of becoming a woman for about two years, and last night was no different. It is nearly always the same, I am a beautiful woman who lives with another woman who is equally as stunning (impossibly beautiful, sensuality personified), in a beach house somewhere north of here. I say north, because there are cliffs that stretch below to golden brown beaches, not like the bleached white sand of the southern part of the state. The dreams are so real to me that I usually (nearly always) have to change my bed sheets each morning. I am a brunette in the dream, tall, with impossibly perfect breasts, tiny waist, and tall with long, slender legs. I'm really too embarrassed to say more, but you asked, and so I'm telling. I hope your dreams are more gentle than mine, especially as I am tortured each morning be going from being an incredibly sensuous woman to a shy and not very good looking man. Thanks for asking though. Please don't laugh. This woman waits for me each night; an experience amazing sex and deserts me in the daylight, leaving me exhausted, ashamed, frustrated and lonely. I know I could never fulfill these dreams, and I don't know why I've told you about them. Patrick." He clicked on send before he could change his mind and a hand reached for his accusingly hard cock and began to rapidly stroke it. The other hand soon caressed his hairless, bony chest, flicking the tiny but hard nipples. He came quickly and came in an overpowering rush, leaving himself exhausted for the moment. The seat was soaked with sweat and he was covered in semen. Finally, he staggered out of the room and took a cold shower. He was terrified of the message he just sent. He was stunned and didn't believe he had done it. He wanted to pull the message back. It was too late. Naked on the balcony, he stood in the cool air and decided not to answer Vicki's reply, if there was one. No more. I've told her too much. Where could it end? What good could it do? He was already so frustrated. And scared. A beep. Her mailer. He tried to resist. To turn it off. He clicked. The message exploded onto the screen. "Dearest, frustrated Patrick, "I could never laugh at this wondrous woman you've created, even if you are a man. I've been searching for her for years. And now she appears in your dreams. I too masturbated while reading your description and was shaking so hard from my orgasm that I couldn't type this for some minutes. Your scene is amazingly similar to the location and situation I live in, which was one of the reasons I felt immediately in touch with this character and you. Your alter-ego has struck a deep chord within me at some very basic level. A connection. I know we are very different right now. I know you didn't write that to excite me, but that's the powerful effect it had on me. "At least you know she'll come back each night and give you the pleasure you seem unable to find while awake. "In a short while, I'm going to send you my dream. I know I'm horribly graphic, but that's the way I experience (and enjoy) sex. Both asleep and waking. I suspect that both you and your alter ego would adore me in bed (or anywhere else you could fuck me). Your dream woman and I would be a perfect match. And she's more possible than you think. "I need to shower to calm down so I can finish and send this off to you. Please wait up. I'll hurry. "An amazing excited Vicki." Patrick read and re-read the note. He relaxed. And stiffened. My God, he was turning a lesbian on and now he was sending a graphic sex dream story back. He reacted in reflex and turned the machine off. He lay on the sheets. Sleep. Sleep. Come on. Two hours passed. He sat in front of the machine and finally, in almost slow motion, turned it on. "Patti, my dearest, for that is who you will be for me. I'm sorry this took so long. The shower didn't do any good, so I had to go get some of my toys (and boy have I got a bunch to keep me company on nights like this) and work through my arousal. You might be nervous about the effect your description is having on me, but I know you are only telling me because I asked, and, given my SO, I guess it was inevitable. I'm about the horniest person you're likely to ever meet anyway, so it was bound to set me off, regardless. You are so brave to reveal this to me. I treasure it. It is a beautiful, incredibly erotic image. Life is strange. But dreams can sometimes come very true and become reality. Please hold that thought very tightly to your heart." "Please read what follows only as me trying to show you why I feel so lonely as well. We both have dreams that leave us unfulfilled in real life." "I always sleep in the nude, starting on my back with my legs well spread and the air from an open window blowing across my pussy. By the time I'm finally asleep, I'm deeply aroused at a subliminal level and I know this just makes me dream very intense sexual settings that leave my bed soaked each morning from my cuming over and over. I have no problems orgasming awake and get myself off many times each day, so why I have to also need to have such intense dreams about sex is a mystery to me. Not that I'm complaining. I can't think of a better way to spend a night. I'm not going to elaborate about my personal appearance right now beyond what I say in the dream below, but I appear in my dreams the way I appear in real life. I am very pretty. And I think any man or woman (hopefully women ;-)) would find me sexually attractive. Please don't hate me for that." "There are lots of variations on my dream. Sometimes I'm the aggressor and sometimes I'm the one being seduced, and last night it was the latter. "I'm standing, naked, at a railing looking out over the sea and beach far below. It is night and a gentle breeze is blowing through my long blond hair, lifting it from my shoulders, up and back in alternating waves and dropping it again on the middle of my rear. Each tingle of it landing heightens my excitement as I wait for my lover." "My body is tense with wanting and desire, the result of my lover's constant attention all day long, as she paused to stoke me, to pinch and role a nipple, kiss my ears - a wet tongue tip slipping inside and sending shivers down my spine. A loving hand resting on my ass, a long finger sliding down under the back side of my almost invisible suit and the tip resting on my rear hole, a nail occasionally scrapping across its surface, making me flex and hump the towel under me. She has spent the day preparing me for the moment to come when she will grant me release, raising my ardor minute by minute until now I am breathless for her." "I know her shower will be done and her hair finally dry, dark and long. She will have shaved herself so her skin everywhere is like silk, put on her bright lipstick and placed perfume between her jutting, oversized breasts and on the lips of her pussy. Just enough to constantly remind me of her as we make love through the long night ahead. Her feet will be in tall heels, raising her a bit higher than myself in my own, and now, I hear her slow approach, the clicking of her heels on the tile floor as she crosses the kitchen inside and approaches me from the rear." "I shiver and can't breathe." "She waits for a moment, just behind. Then, she squats and begins to lick my ass; her hands and long nails stoking the inside of my calves, and then thighs, stopping just short of my now hopelessly dripping cunt. I am going to explode and she moves closer, her firm breasts now pressed against the backs of my legs. She slowly rises and her long hard nipples scrape their way upward, across my ass and lower back, their pressure building on my back. Then, one hand reaches around and gathers the weight of my own full breast and stokes outward until the nipple is firmly stretched out as far as it will go and electric sparks are joining the building explosion in my belly. Her other hand slides across my tanned flat belly and down to the top of my pussy and then my clit is between two painted nails and she squeezes and I explode with a cry and gasp, my breath coming in tears and my legs going from under me as my knees collapse. She holds me up with her strong arms as I continue groan and hump back against her." "Before I'm complete, she guides me over to the oversize lounge and lays me flat on my back. Moving above my head, she places a knee on either side of my head and leans down and her tongue slides into my pussy like a snake and I explode again. Her mounds are spread across my belly, the now extra tight skin squeezing out on her sides firm under my stroking. Her long tan silky thighs move down, lock around my ears and she presents her own shaved cunt to my waiting mouth and I drink of her, the open petals of her cunt exposing a glorious pussy wanting a long eager tongue and I provide it. It is though I am made to drink of her pussy, to eat it, devoir it, savage it. It is not subtle. We were subtle all day. Now, we act in concert, almost assault fucking each other in our haste to satisfy and be satisfied." "My own legs are acting as though tied to strings from above as they rise straight up in my reaction to her continued probing and she guides them back and under her arms until they are pinned back along my sides. She is using my own flexibility against me and I am completely open to her and unable to move and she uses this to advantage as I cum again and again, my cries muffled in her wet open pussy." "I am returning the affection and her hips are bucking against my mouth as she is unable to stay still. Her cum is pouring from her and I drink as I lick, the taste and smell making me even more horny." "Another orgasm and I'm loosing complete control. My reality is closing in and I am floating from one blissful orgasm to the next. Her tongue is deep within me and I can feel it flipping around against the insides of my vagina and the drumming is driving me wild." "I hold her ass down, driving her cunt hard against my mouth and my teeth rasp across her clit for the first time and she bucks and thrashes around trying to escape my attack on her now very tender and extremely sensitive button, but it does her no good and she launches into another strong orgasm, her legs gripping my head as she whips back and forth." "We are together forever it seems. I don't want it to end and neither does she. Somewhere in the haze of our lust, our bodies reach the point where a pause must occur and we do, almost on cue and she rolls to the side and I turn and face her and we hug and hold each other tight." "In another hour, we will begin again, our passion fully rekindled. Dawn will greet us as we finally head for a soapy shower, one last glorious orgasm from soapy fingers and a long nap till afternoon on silk sheets, entwined in arms and legs. Tomorrow is my day to caress and tantalize her and I can't wait to begin. I already know I will tie her down and use her toys on her until she is desperate, and at the right moment, release her into my arms and we will spend another night in bliss." "The night has been fantastic. We love each other, depend on each other, push each other to new highs of delight, care for each other, protect each other and are perfect together." "When the dream ends and I awake to find an empty bed, I cry as the loneliness of yet another day faces me." "I'm sorry this took so long. Please let me know your reactions. I've never told anyone my dreams either." Fondly - and with lust in my heart, Vicki" Patrick had to stop reading twice and get up and walk around. The story was so powerful, he could feel himself wanting to be the woman Vicki held in her arms and he tried to fight it, but the story brought him back again and again. He knew this dream. He, his alter ego, was Vicki's lover. Somehow, in their dreams, they had found each other. It made no sense, but he knew it was true. "Vicki. I'm... I'm scared. I think you know why. How can this be happening? How can I become a woman?" "Patti. I don't know this has happened, but we must meet. Please, come to my house." "Vicki. What good will it do? We can't do anything about this. These are fucking DREAMS, not real life. Men don't become lesbians just because they are lonely. My dreams are about WOMEN, and being a woman. But they are still DREAMS. I need to think." "Patti. Here is my house address and general location and directions from several local roads. Please say you'll come. We can talk this through. I can help you. I WANT to help you. Remember my first note. I'll be waiting." Patrick stared at the last note. The printer blared as it printed the address and directions. It was about three hours away. "I can make you the woman of your dreams." Like THAT could happen. But he finally sent a note. Somewhere, a glimmer of hope and courage sprang within him. Senseless, illogical hope. But the emotion wouldn't be ignored. "I'll come tomorrow afternoon. I need to sleep and rest. God am I confused. And scared. I'm so scared. "P" " "Patti - do NOT be scared. You will believe me tomorrow after we talk, but right now, remember, I CAN make you the woman of your dreams. I never thought I'd meet the right person and finally be able to do this, but I know you are the one. I'll be waiting. I don't think I'll be able to sleep a wink He tossed and turned and got a few minutes rest. A call to work saying he was sick, then he threw some things in an overnight bag and he was off. With the car gassed up and a map and Vicki's directions on the seat, he seemed in a trance. Over and over he replayed Vicki's dream. It brought him to near orgasm each time and twice he stopped for an unneeded rest room break to let him calm down. His excitement confused him more. Did he really want to change in to a woman? In the end, he just rationalized that he was so lonely, he was doing something really dumb, and something that would make him even more frustrated. But he kept driving. Near the coast, he turned off and he started up a sandy driveway, winding up through the tall trees. Soon, he could hear the breakers on the shore before him and see gulls in the air above. The air was clear and sparkling, a rare day at the beach. The sun had risen and was warming his shoulders as a house appeared at the end of the drive as he emerged from the woods into a beautiful clearing before the house, with parking off to one side. A late model Mercedes was already parked there. He parked his worn out car next to it and turned and looked out the side window at the house. It was a one-story rambler, very large and obviously expensive. The stone steps leading up to the front porch were broad and gray against the sandy expanse and muted pastels of the house. The front doors were double hung with full length glass with white sheer curtains hanging in them. He wondered if Vicki was watching for him through the curtains. At long last, he took a deep breath and opened the door. He left his suitcase in the trunk. It took all of his will power to keep his feet moving as he went up the steps and reached to ring the bell. Off in the distance inside, he could hear the chimes and stood back and waited. The door opened and Patrick found himself looking up into the deep blue eyes of the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes on. About the same height as he was, she had very long, beautifully curled, streaked blonde hair that fell over her shoulders and past her breasts to her waist. Patrick felt himself blushing as he found himself staring at Vicki's magnificent chest. Vicki was wearing a sheer wrap that revealed a string bikini underneath. Her figure was almost exactly like the one Patrick dreamed about having himself. The flawless skin of her face and neck flowed down to tall bumps under the wrap that announced the long nipples on the upthrust, widely spread mounds projecting out and up at an impossible angle. Trim waist, flat stomach were all the more emphasized the by the outrageous tits above, flaring into perfect hips, tight, taut ass and long, long thighs. And the feet were in stiletto heels. White to match the suit. It was a body from an erotic cartoon. You couldn't have a body like this. But it was right in front of him. It was real. Even as he gasped and stared and stared, he shrank back. His own appearance and his lack of self confidence made him pull back. But Vicki was glowing and embraced him like a long lost lover. The feeling of that firm body and stunning breasts against him was overwhelming and he found himself intensely excited. "I'm SO glad you got here okay. You look tired. Come on in and let me get you a drink." Patrick let himself be led inside. "I do hope you brought a bag and planned to stay, at least for the weekend. Good. We'll get it later and put it in your room." The house was beautifully furnished with very expensive things. Beyond the kitchen he could see the broad deck with a large built in pool and the chaise lounge that Vicki had said was always had in her dreams. Beyond that was the ocean, blue to the horizon with a few fluffy clouds above. He sipped his drink. Vicki took the lead. "Okay. I've thought this through a million times, what I'm going to say. I'll just say it and then you think about what I've said and take as long as you want to decide what you want to do about it all. First, I don't know how we've found each other through our dreams. But I've had a lot of strange things happen to me in the last two years and I figure its just another one of those things I'll never figure out. "Second, I know you want to stare at me. My body. Go ahead. It's impossible, right? But here I am. Now don't be shocked, but I want you to see ALL of me." She stood up and dropped the wrap to her feet. She turned sideways to show off her figure and slowly turned around again. Then she dropped the bikini top with a pull on two bows and pulled the tie on her waist and the cloth patch between her thighs fluttered to the floor. Patrick was so aroused he was shaking again. He couldn't take his eyes off Vicki and realized he wanted to touch her more than anything he ever wanted in his life. Vicki waited, turned a few times to let Patrick take her in completely, then replaced the bikini and wrap. "The rest of this is going to sound very strange, but I swear to you it's all true. So listen very carefully. About three years ago, I was a man, just like you. I was at a convention. I was miserable. I had lost my girlfriend, was unhappy with my job and dreamed and dreamed of something happening to change things. Anyway, at the convention, I was wandering around late at night and finally wandered into the bar and sat down. Two tables away, all by themselves, were two of the most beautiful women I'd ever met. It hurt to look at them. I hated the way I looked, and so I turned and ordered a stiff drink. I don't know how long it was, or how many drinks. I was crying in my beer, really crying, when I heard a voice ask me if I was okay." "Well, I wasn't okay and did a dump on her. She was too beautiful, I was so ugly. My life was shit. It was hopeless." "She asked me if I dreamed nice dreams. I said yeah, about a beach house, a hot lover and a body from the erotica pages of the Internet. I didn't want to work. Just fuck and be fucked and she could kiss off, thank you very much." "Her companion came over and little by little they got me calmed down and talking. And then they took me back to their room and made love to me. It was an amazing experience. I've never gotten so aroused in my life as they got undressed. Such bodies. I'd never seen such builds on women anywhere. And such sex. It was like a bomb went off when they made me orgasm." "Anyway, they told me in the morning to come back that evening after work and they'd have a surprise for me. I went back and they sat me down in the living area of the room and handed me a package of pills. Thirty pills, just like these. And a needle with a yellow fluid in it. But, they told me it would change me into a woman. Vicki placed a round plastic pill holder on the table. In the center was a needle with yellow fluid in the cylinder and the pills were in a circle around the edge, numbered from one to thirty. The pills started out snow white and got dark blue by the time you got to number thirty. "They told me it was a secret, about how they worked, but these pills would change my body into the image of myself as a woman in my dreams. Just take the needle, wait till the next day and then take one pill each day, just before I went to sleep, and at the end, my body would begin to change and over about six months, I'd be what I'd dreamed I wanted to be like. And I could take one extra pill (she held up a very large bottle with hundreds, maybe thousands of pills) each year to keep me that way. Forever. And, they could give me the house and land I dreamed about, and set me up financially so I'd never want for anything again." "And, last, they pulled out another set of pills. These are a matched set, they said. The others are for your life partner when you find her. So you can each be what you want to be, and have each other for as long as you want." "Well, I took some convincing. I mean, science fiction, right? But they showed me pictures of themselves before the changes and after and it was amazing." "So, I sat there and said, what the fuck. I'm so unhappy, the worst they can be doing is lying or trying to kill me or addict me. I picked up the needle and I, she took it from my hand and told me I could stay with them until the last pill, then they would bring me here so I could finish the changes and start looking for a life partner. Once I got here, I was on my own. "I held out my arm and she gave me the shot. It stung a little for a few minutes. Then, they helped me move into their suite and I quit my job. The next day I took a pill just before bedtime. I won't tell you how anxious I was, but two weeks later, I knew something amazing was happening, because I was getting shorter, and my hair began to go blonde and, well, I was like putty being reshaped. It didn't hurt, but I couldn't believe my eyes. My chest started to really grow and my waist got tiny and, well, the night I took the last pill, I wasn't the man who took the first one. And, they took me here, gave me the title papers, keys to the house, a car, a huge bank account, and told me to have fun. We made love one more time and they left. I started my search. And here you are." Patrick looked at the needle. A needle and some pills. He looked back at Vicki. He'd never be lonely again. He'd be with Vicki, forever, she said. He picked up the needle. And held it out to Vicki. A flood was washing away his fears. He felt stronger than he ever had. "I know what I want. I want to be the woman of my dreams. And have you." Vicki sank the needle into his thin arm and pushed the plunger. "You already have me, and tomorrow, you begin to become that woman. In my eyes and dreams, you already are that woman." Patrick looked up at her and cried. His arm stung like hell. Vicki held him close. Two weeks later, Vicki stood at the railing in the dark; the wind in her hair as it fluttered in the small of her back in a repeating pattern. Patti walked up beside her. She had already lost her male appendages, and her thin form was filling out very perceptively. Her joy of learning the process was really working was spirit lifting beyond measure. Her sexuality in her new conscious orientation was growing and she and Vicki now openly played with each other a bit, even if Patti was hopelessly shy about it still. They put their arms around each other. Vicki told her they would wait to consummate their love until the night of the last pill, and then, they would become physical lovers as well as spiritual lovers. Patti knew she be ready by then, maybe sooner at this rate. Patti had never been so happy. More and more, she felt Vicki becoming a part of her spirit. And she knew that Vicki was totally devoted to her. She was feeling the same way. Taking pleasure out of giving a back rub, or fixing a nice meal, or setting up a special bath for the other to enjoy. She looked out into the darkness and her thickening hair stirred in the darkness. Patti downed the last pill, put the glass on the counter and turned to Vicki. Completely a woman now, her breasts were out to a C cup and growing rapidly, their slightly bulbous, up-tilted angle already evident. Real hips were visible and her sallow skin was turning sleek and golden brown from the sun. Her legs were strong and straight and she had already begun to shave her new pussy. She never felt so alive. She was proud of her already sexy appearance and so happy to have Vicki to share all this with. She took Vicki's hand. "Take me to the bedroom and make love to me, dearest. I'm ready now." Patti shuddered as the first feelings of incredible sexual power and desire sweep through her and suddenly, she could feel every nerve of her new body. Vicki looked at her sharply. "It's happened, hasn't it?" "What has happened," Patti asked in her sultry contralto? "You're done, and your alive to the woman inside you" Vicki answered. "What does she look like to you," Patti asked eagerly? "You're 5'11" but your stiletto heels make you look taller. You've got a truly beautiful face with clear brown eyes and a sensuous mouth that I'm going to kiss very soon. Your hair is amazing. It is twice as thick as it could ever be and long, down your back to the middle of your rear in a beautiful, wild mass. The hair of a seductress," she said. I shook my head slightly, and I could feel it over my shoulders and down the sides of my face and the swish of it across my back and tail. Every nerve ending was tingling with anticipation. "Your neck is long and graceful, shoulders broad and beneath are two enormous, bulbous breasts, smaller at your chest than out, standing well up, defying gravity and pointed out from each other. I'm almost jealous, but my nipples are bigger," she teased. And with that Vicki leaned towards me and brushed her semi-erect, nipples against my own, slightly smaller, but nearly one-inch nipples. The feeling was electric, and a wave of tingles extended from those two points of pleasure suspended nearly six inches from my rib cage, and found their target in my now completed vagina. I felt a tugging inside my womb, as though the insides were swelling outward to invite some object into it. "Actually, I love your nipples, the areolas are dark, round ice cream scoops on the ends and the nipples are pencils that stand out at least a half-inch all the time. Your waist is sleek, small and firm, flowing down into perfect hips and impossibly long thighs," she continued as she put actions with her words, trailing her long fingers down the curve of my waist, along the outward sweep of my hips, and down my smooth, soft thighs. I was trembling. "I love that your pussy is shaved, covered with a small patch that lets your clitoris be visible just over the top," she whispered as she ran a finger lightly across the tip of my clit. I arched my back and thrust my hips forward, seeking her touch. But she danced away. "Your ass is high, firm and has two deep dimples, one on each cheek," she explained while giving each dimple a lick with her tongue. "And your calves are a dancer's, flowing down into smooth ankles and tanned feet, and you have perfect posture, emphasizing everything, and there is not an ounce of flab on you. What's not to like," she finished. I looked into the mirror against the wall, seeing both of us in the reflection. Vicki, impossibly beautiful, with a body nearly identical to mine, but blond, we are both tanned all over except for our snow-white breasts. Our bodies are so hot I'm ready to explode before anything else begins. We are goddesses. We're made to give and receive intense sexual pleasure. "Would you show me how you masturbate?" I asked. Vicki was already doing it. A finger was slowly moving over her nipple, teasing it. It already was up three-quarters of an inch and rising. I stared; my eyes round with amazement. A gentle squeeze and pull by Vicki and it was out past an inch. "God, that's beautiful, and amazing. Mine are smaller," I complained as I began to stroke my own nipples. Vicki began to stroke my hair with her free hand. The nipple stretched further and poked out past her finger and thumb that were rolling it back and forth slowly. Her breathing was deepening and her lips were open. Her eyes were closing has the sensations washed over her. I turned moved my head down a little closer and Vicki moved her head back and moaned softly. "I want to touch it," I said. My hand moved up slowly and touched the tip of the still extending nipple. Now almost full length, it extended over a full inch from her areola. Vicki shivered and moaned again. I gazed into her soft and lovely face and stroked the tip of the nipple again. Vicki sighed and her hand began to move down my neck and across the shoulder. My skin felt hot and my own pink nipples hardened like pencils. Her finger went lower and I shuddered and closed my eyes. At the touch of the first finger nail, I groaned and when her finger tightened around my nipple, I felt an even stronger electric spark between my legs. Her fingers were rolling my nipple back and forth and pulling on it gently. My body was talking a language of pleasure I had never experienced, and I felt myself sliding down into a warm pool of tingles and fire. So this is lust, I thought. In spite of the massive reaction my body was having to this excitement, I continued to touch Vicki's nipple and finally reached over and began to stroke the other breast, bringing it's nipple to life with my fingers. It seemed so natural as I leaned over and took the now long nipple into my mouth and ran my tongue over it. It extended right out into the top of my mouth and I felt a wave of heat in my mouth. My own nipples were now almost painfully hard and now we were both beginning the pant. "I'm going to come. Oh, God, that's good. Oh, Oh, Ugh, Unch, Unnnnnnnnnnnn." She started to shake and came hard. I pulled my head away and watched. I had never heard of anyone being able to come simply from having their nipples sucked and I was surprised and very, very excited by it. For starters, I hoped that I would be nipple orgasmic. Vicki put her head down and said, "Let's do you, babe." And starting sucking on my tit. I groaned and groaned. "Shit. Crap. Oh, shit. Suck it. Oh, suck it." I was on fire. Vicki pushed me on my back and kept sucking, moving from one tit to the other. Her own excitement grew again. I began tossing my hips and moving my head from side to side. Vicki slipped a finger in my crotch and began to stroke my pubic hair. The smell of hot cunt filled the room and I began to cry out. A finger slipped inside the inner fold and found my turgid clit. As soon as it brushed by, I arched up off the bed and came; groaning loudly and grunting as the waves of pleasure gripped my stomach and interrupted my breathing. I had never felt any thing so totally enervating, so all body consuming, so wonderful. Vicki slipped a finger inside her own cunt and came again as well. We lay in each other's arms for a long time and finally I said. "So that's what a female orgasm feels like. I've wanted it for a long time," I breathed heavily. "Are you disappointed?" Vicki asked. "I don't think so. It felt great. Really great." I responded, slipping my hand along the edge of Vicki's perfect breasts. I closed my eyes, feeling the long nipple come up in my hand. "You get so long. Isn't that uncomfortable?" I asked. "Sometimes, but other times, I cut holes in my bra and let them rub on a particularly sexy fabric and it feels wonderful." We stood up. Vicki had another surprise for me. "If you think they get long, you should see my clit. I could probably fuck you with it if we tried hard enough!" I sat up. "Let me see." Vicki smiled and sat up. "Sit on the floor." I pulled a throw rug over and put a pillow under her ass and stared between Vicki's legs. She was wet from her orgasms and the outer lips were still swollen, exposing the inner lips. As I gazed at her sex, I was reminded that there was nothing so beautiful as a woman was, and now I was one too! As Vicki began to run her hands lightly around her nipples and the top of her cunt, her clitoris began to extend and poke out. I leaned closer. It came out, finally, almost three quite incredible inches of it. Vicki ran a finger slowly over its length and felt a massive orgasm building. She was having difficulty breathing or concentrating. "I'm going to come," she mumbled, groaning deep in her throat. "No, wait, I'm going to suck you off." I moved Vicki's hand away, amazed at myself even as I said it. It was true. I NEEDED to feel that unusual and erotic member deep in my throat at that moment, more than anything I had ever wanted. I leaned forward and took the tip in my mouth. Vicki jerked and gasped. I leaned further forward and slowly took the length into my mouth. The taste of another woman was exciting and I finally had my nose buried inside her cunt. I ran my tongue over the length of it and began to suck. Vicki shuddered and climaxed. Her hips were thrusting off the bed as she leaned back and grunted, over and over. The clit grew slightly firmer and was poking me in the back of the throat. Vicki yelled out as she climaxed again. A flood of cunt juice was pouring out of Vicki and down my throat. Finally, with a last gentle lick, I pulled back and licked my lips. I had just gone down on another woman as a woman and found the experience delightful. Vicki fell back on the bed and whispered, "I have to rest." I stroked my own clitoris and within seconds, my back started to arch, and I could feel a tightness increasing in my groin. I was aware of my nipples jiggling in the cool air, each impossibly hard and aroused. I took my other hand and gently pulled on one nipple, and the effect was instant. I came, my butt bouncing off the floor and I ended up on my side, breathless. We lay like that a long time and finally, Vicki reached down and offered me some more wine. We sat and stoked each other for a while and suddenly I said. "Fuck me with it. It certainly is long enough. Let's try." Vicki said, "I've never done that, I mean with anybody." "We can figure it out. Sit up with your legs apart and your knees up." I swung around and stuck my legs past Vicki's sides and inched forward. Vicki's wonderful breasts pushed against the inside of her thighs and as I moved forward, our wet pussies slowly pushed together. Both were still swollen and slick from the night's earlier activities and suddenly, our lips were sliding over each other. My new cunt was low between her legs and Vicki's was high between mine, almost in front of me. We fit together as I leaned back on my elbows and Vicki began to lift her butt up and down. Our lips continued to slide over each other and fresh cum began to flow from both of them. Suddenly, I felt something hard between my lips and it kept growing. "That's it. That's it. It's growing. Fuck me, Vicki, with your wonderful clit. Oh, it's so long." It was now up in me good, a slim penis. Vicki's hips were moving with a life of their own and her head was back again. "Oh, shit, babe, you give good pussy. Oh, fuck it, fuck it." I pushed forward again and the clit slipped further inside. I pulled back and it slid up my slit again. Back and forth, back and forth, from the top of my pussy to my asshole. My own hips were lunging and twisting in a rhythm I could not control. Vicki was also beyond listening or caring. "Oh, God, you are so tight, I'm coming..." Vicki's butt was banging away relentlessly on me and her clit was reaming out my tight, virgin pussy. I struggled to gain some clearance and even felt another orgasm building in spite of the surprise sensations. Or maybe because of them? All I knew was that my clit was on fire and the friction on my pussy and the deep probing was getting me hotter than I had ever experienced. My new pussy tightened even more and I came with Vicki, both of us crying out loudly. My body lost control, and I slammed into her hips, again, and again, each contact lifting us each higher and higher into a state of utter bliss. We finally stopped each of us lying next to each other, our thighs and hips involuntarily twitching every few seconds with aftershocks of pleasure. It took us many moments to calm down so that we could move. After cleaning up a bit, we hugged and stroked each other long into the night, finally, forming a sixty-nine and giving each other several more powerful orgasms before we drifted off to sleep. My dreams that night were unremarkable, as we had fulfilled our fondest dreams in the arms of our true loves. We would never want for dreams again, we had become our own dreams. Fin