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This story is copyrighted by the author, but submitted freely for use on the Fictionmania web site. No other use of this work is authorized without the approval of the author. I welcome your comments, either on this site, or directly at [email protected] - Thank you, dear reader. Cleopatra's Gift ? by: Jerri Lea You're not going to believe the story I'm about to tell you, but why should you? I can hardly believe what has happened to me, and I lived it. But I have to tell this story and share the events of the last few months. I finally admit that I need someone to talk to and I hope you will listen. Actually, I need to go back a few years and let you know who I am. A few years ago I would have called myself a transvestite, or crossdresser. In those years I hid my dressing and was in a constant state of emotional turmoil. Work, daily living, meeting people, and just living were all tremendous obstacles for me. I constantly worried about being found out and losing my job, or getting kicked out of my apartment. I lived for the weekends and those few times when I could go to another town and live for a few days as a woman. During those precious hours I would live in soft fabrics, makeup, perfume, heels, and lingerie. It was the only time when I felt complete and at ease with myself. And you probably know that if you can't love yourself, you can't love anyone else. So, I was miserable most of the time. I couldn't afford the transformation surgery, nor the mandatory counseling. I felt very stuck. I just kept on going to my miserable job and hating 90% of my life. Then the unbelievable happened. Well, the first of many unbelievable things really. I won. The lotto. Really. Just 2 million, but an unbelievable amount of money for someone who just a few days before was trying to figure out how to pay the rent. I giggled, I laughed, I cried, I felt absolutely nutty. I must have stayed up all weekend thinking about what I could do and what I should do. I really couldn't believe it when Monday morning came around and I walked into the lotto office. They actually gave me the check and I made the deposit! I couldn't believe it! Fortunately for me, my quiet and withdrawn lifestyle meant that I didn't really have anybody to tell in those first few days. I didn't trust anybody to start with, so I sure wasn't going to start trusting people now that there was a real reason for them to take advantage of me. Looking back, I'd say I kept my wits remarkably well. Of course, I quit my job. That was the very first thing I did. I just called and told them I wasn't coming back. They didn't seem to care all that much either. Then I found a therapist and started on my road to transformation. Becoming a woman became my full time occupation. It's amazing the difference that money makes. Don't let anyone tell you any different. It changes your life. It certainly changed mine. My therapist counseled me on how to get new IDs and once I had that, things were much easier. I bought a little house on the edge of town (as a woman), a new car (a Camaro convertible), and lots of clothes (all of them very sexy and lacy). I started my new life as a full time woman. My years of hiding and putting on and taking off makeup and clothes meant that I was already pretty good at looking like a woman. And from that day forward I never felt like anyone 'read' me. No one ever said anything anyway. The hormones did their work well, and it seemed like my clothes started to fit better in just a few weeks. How wonderful to have something real to fill out my bras and swell out my skirts. Months went by and I was really starting to feel better. I also made some (girl) friends! A first for me. And I was fast approaching the final surgery date! I had never felt better, more alive, or happier. My world was moving along pretty well and I was really feeling like I was becoming the person I had always been inside when I got the letter. It was from Carl, a boy I had grown up with and who was as close as any brother could be to me. Carl had even lived with my family for a while and so we were even closer than most. He sent me a note that sounded very urgent and he asked me to come see him immediately. This created quite a problem, as I had not told him about my transformation. In all honesty, it had become convenient to forget about my previous life these past few years. I came from what I call 'the normal dysfunctional background'. My dad drank himself to death early in life. That was a relief for the whole family, as that meant that the beatings stopped. You see, my mom was told that she could not have another baby after I was born. Another baby would kill her. She had wanted a girl so much and I guess she couldn't help herself, because she dressed me as a girl right from the very first week of my life. For the first few months I guess my dad wouldn't have noticed, but he certainly did the older I got. He would beat mom for dressing me up, and beat me up for letting her. Of course that made her and I cling together that much harder. I had no idea what was going on. I just knew Dad meant pain and Mom meant love. So, dressing as a girl came to mean love, and dressing as a boy meant being one of the 'bad' people. There were times when Dad would be gone for days, drinking and whoring. During those times I would be my mother's little girl. Even after I started school. Mom kept my hair as long as possible and even curled it. While at home I went through every stage of dresses that any other little girl would have. I loved all the silks and satins, the bows, and pretty dresses. When I entered puberty Mom went right on dressing me and I think she really began to believe I was her daughter. For my part, when I started to wear bras, hose and short skirts I really came to love dressing. Of course, I didn't fit in at school. I wanted to be with the girls, doing girl things. I now got beat up both at school and at home. I dressed as a boy for school, but I was miserable and it showed. I must have looked like quite an effeminate boy - which is what I was. Life was just miserable. About the time I reached my teens dad finally killed himself with the booze. Mom lasted a few years more, working herself to the bone to provide for the two of us, and sewing clothes for me at night. So now you know why I dress and why I stay to myself. Anyway, the letter from Carl put a definite kink in my plans. There was really no option. I had to go, he was the only person in the world even remotely related to me at this point in my life and he needed me. He sounded desperate, saying he needed me to come right now. So, I put a quick letter together for him, and enclosed a recent picture of me. I wanted him to have a little time to get used to the new me before I showed up on his doorstep. There was no way I could pass as a man, as I now had breasts, hips, and nothing but skirts and dresses in my closet. I threw some clothes in a bag and headed out to the coast. As I drove down the driveway to the address Carl had given me, I was pleasantly surprised. I found myself looking at a very tidy and pleasant cottage, the kind of place you think about in your dreams (if you're a girl at heart and thinking about how sweet it would be to have a family). For a moment I pictured myself in the bedroom, making love to a man and thinking about being pregnant. Then I stopped the car and swung my legs out of the car. I straightened my short skirt and tugged at my blouse. Yes, I am vain. When Carl stepped out on the porch I involuntarily drew in my breath. He had grown into the kind of man that most women could really fall for. Tall, lean, sunburned, hard as steel, and shy. The hormones had never Done this to me before (at least not this strong), but I felt a very real tug of arousal deep inside me for the very first time. It was really unnerving. And for the first time I wished I were wearing a floor length sack of a dress with a drab scarf covering my hair. I wanted to be in control again, and especially around Carl! This was just too much to handle. I was becoming aroused and I was quite worried that my arousal was showing. I would have to change out of the short skirt and sleeveless blouse I was wearing so that Carl and I could concentrate on his problem. But, sister, he was looking sooo good! Carl had left home in his early teens and went off in search of fortune. As I found out later, he had signed on with a fisherman shortly after leaving home and had proved to be both a good businessman, and to have a love of the sea. In a few short years he had bought his own boat and then this little cottage on the coast. It was very comfortable, and reasonably well cared for considering he had never married. But he did have the occasional girl friend, and even though I felt like his 'sister' he really checked out my body as I ran up the sidewalk to give him a hug. I knew the short skirt was probably showing a lot of leg as I ran on my high heels. And my breasts were bouncing sexily. Even more unnerving was that I felt him get instantly hard when he hugged me close. I was very aware of his hands on my back and my bra underneath his strong hands as he held me close to him. I could feel the roughness of his jeans against my hose as I hugged him. I felt a hundred different things all at once, including his shaft pressing against my short skirt and thin panties. I was so glad my last remaining male part was safely tucked away in my panties. I know he didn't expect the instant sexual attraction either, as his face was very red as we parted. I was so embarrassed to feel my body respond to him. Anyway, Carl grabbed my suitcases and we went inside his house. His home was just as warm and inviting on the inside as it looked on the outside. I instantly felt right at home and anxious to help him if I could. We made supper and got caught up on the years we had been apart. We laughed and cried, and just became so very close. We were able to be ourselves and show our care for each other. Carl also showed me the terrible scar he had from a fishing accident. Apparently he had hooked a particularly large fish and he really should have cut the line to save himself from the accident. But Carl was young and ambitious and really wanted to land this fish. So he fought this monster for what he thought must have been a couple of hours or more. Then finally the line snapped. Carl was standing in the wrong place and as the line sliced through the air it cut him deeply from close to his armpit all the way down his arm. The cut was extremely deep and a weaker man would have bled to death. But Carl just wrapped his arm up tightly, drove his boat into port, and calmly walked to the hospital. The doctor was able to save his arm, but Carl lost his little finger on his left hand. The scar was very deep and very ugly. I gently held his arm in my hands as he told the story and very lightly ran my fingertips down the scar. I was enthralled with the story, and to be honest, his strong masculinity was getting me excited again. I just couldn't help it. And it felt so incredibly good! His smooth voice felt like it was touching me deep inside. To look into his big brown eyes was to lose myself. I had visions of holding his naked body close to me and stroking his hair. I wanted to be his comfort when he came home each night from a hard day at work. I felt my nipples straining at my blouse. I hadn't bothered to change and once again I caught his eyes wondering over my body and up my short skirt. When I glanced down and saw he was hard again, I knew I had to change the subject quick, for both of us. Besides, I wasn't a girl yet, I was still a she-male, and I just couldn't do this, not on any level. But I couldn't mistake the fact that I wanted him. I wanted to kiss him so bad right then. And not just on his lips. So, I reluctantly drew away from Carl and asked him to tell me why he had sounded so urgent in his letter. Carl's face darkened. "I think I'm going mad." "Why, what's going on?" I replied. "I can't tell you in words, Jerri. I just need you to be here with me. I need you to be here and awake.. at night..... especially???? when my cat is with me." If Carl's eyes hadn't looked so scared and lost, I know I would have busted out laughing. A cat? Come on! He could have probably put up a good fight against any wildcat, and he was telling me he was scared of a housecat? As it was, I kept myself in control and told him I would stay and help. We talked some more and Carl made a fire for us. I drew a big comfortable chair next to the fireplace and curled up in it. I had changed into a long nightgown and I felt warm and comfortable as I tucked my legs up inside of it and underneath me. Carl settled in an old couch directly in front of the fireplace. We talked for another couple of hours and I was about to drift off to sleep when she came in. Carl had built a cat door on the back porch so his cat could come and go as she needed. I thought it was a little oversized, but I was not prepared for what entered the room. She was the largest Manx cat I had ever seen. She had to be as large as a lynx or bobcat, maybe bigger. She was totally black and her fur was thick and luxurious. As she walked she looked like pure black velvet sex. Every muscle moved like liquid - sexy and controlling. When she turned to look at me I gasped. Her eyes were the deepest pale blue I had ever seen. I could have sworn she was looking me over and appraising me and then she turned to Carl. She gracefully jumped up on the couch with him and lay down next to him. She put her paws in his lap and laid her head down in his crotch. When I saw the look in Carl's eyes, my whole body went cold. Carl's face showed the emotions of a man in lust. A thousand visual images ran though my mind and I didn't like any of them. Carl reached out and stoked her back. She arched and purred deeply under his touch. I swear that I could feel her purr reverberate through the floor and chair. I watched in fascination, but I was convinced I didn't want to think about what was Going through Carl's mind. His eyes never left her. I just sat there and watch the flicker of the flames dance over Carl's face and that look of animal lust that had overtaken him. Then it started to happen. I will never get used to this and I don't expect you to believe it, but her legs started to get longer. They grew longer and fuller, and as they grew, the fur disappeared. Her coat disappeared all over her body. Her face became human as she continued to grow, and the hair on her head became long and luxurious. Her body was magnificent. She was the most exotic black woman I had ever seen (and the only naked black woman I had ever seen). Her breasts were full and large. The nipples stood straight out in arousal. Her hips were wide and sensuous. Her lips were very full and you could just imagine them sliding firmly down your shaft. Her hair was a mane of sexuality. In a word, she was the most desirable woman I had ever seen. I wanted her, even with almost a year's worth of hormones coursing through my veins, making me into a woman. This realization came like a pail of cold water right in my face. I thought I was becoming female, but I wanted this woman so bad that I really thought about making a move. Not that I would have been able too. There really were two many female hormones in my body. I hadn't had a decent erection in a really long time. But in a deep part of me, I wished I could. Another part of me was very jealous. She was so sexy, so desirable! Would I ever be that desirable to a man? I doubt if I would ever look that full, that ripe, that enticing. And she was going to be with my Carl. That man was arousing so many conflicting emotions in that deep woman part of me that I wanted to betray everything just to have him. Maybe I wanted her so he couldn't have her. Maybe I wanted her so he would come for me and we could fight it out. Like I would have any chance against him. I just didn't know what I was feeling. I watched as he stood up and took off his clothes. It hurt so much To watch that I knew it must feel like this when a woman finds out her husband is cheating on her. My stomach twisted into tight knots and I broke out in a sweat. I couldn't breathe and I started shaking all over. But I couldn't take my eyes away from them either. I gasped as he took off his briefs and his huge erection sprang free. She pushed him back down on the couch and climbed up on his lap. She was facing him with a knee on either side of his hips. Then she slowly lowered her hips down to meet him. Carl shuddered with the joy of the feeling and put his hands on her hips. Both of them were moving slowly and grinding into each other. Then she wrapped herself around him. Her arms snaked around his neck and their lips met in soft embrace. They moaned in mutual arousal. She grabbed his waist and pulled herself down, completely impaling her womanhood onto him. Carl pushed up to meet her and they both let out a low groan of pleasure. I watched mesmerized as they joined and slowly danced in the ultimate union. She moved in an ever-increasing fever of arousal. She threw her head back and pushed down harder on Carl. Over and over, in increasing ecstasy, they joined. Her hips jerked forward and back, bringing them both closer to heaven, as she stiffened and orgasmed. Her skin shone with the sweat of her sweet exertion and her desire for her man. As she held herself impaled on him, I could see her nipples extended out to their maximum length. She was the picture of feminine sexuality and desire. Carl increased his pace and force, driving her up higher with each thrust. I could see the firm flesh of her chocolate breasts heave with each of his massive drives into her sex. Her eyes were firmly shut and her mouth was open in heat. Carl's eyes devoured her sweet body, trying to drink in every part of her sexuality. Then he grabbed her around her narrow waist and thrust up into her a final time, releasing his seed. She came again and they kissed. As they fell back to the couch her hair covered their faces and finally they rested, still panting with exertion. I couldn?t stand any more. Quietly I tiptoed into the bathroom, not wanting to disturb them and have to acknowledge that I had witnessed their union. When I finally closed the door behind me I went cold. My body convulsed and cramped, pushing me into sweet oblivion. I lost consciousness and slipped to the floor. I awoke some time later to the quiet tapping of someone at the bathroom door. The cool tile of the floor felt so good that I didn?t want to move. "Jerri, are you OK?" "Yes. I'll be out in a minute." I struggled to my knees and then pulled myself up to the sink. I splashed icy water on my face and then the events of last night came flooding back into my brain. There was no way I could have witnessed that. It was impossible. Maybe I drank something, or I was overly stressed. Anything was possible except what I was afraid off. I cleaned myself up and finally opened the door. It was a bright sunny morning, probably mid morning judging by the way the sun came in at an angle. Carl sprang up from his chair and hurried over to my side. I was glad to feel his strong arms supporting me as he guided me over to the table. I sat as he fixed breakfast, neither one of us talking. Furtively I glanced around the kitchen, looking for any sign of her. My ears strained for any soft padding of feet, any barely audible purr. There was nothing. Carl put a plate in front of me worthy of a lumberjack?s breakfast. My body had burned up so much energy in stress and fear that I tackled it with a very unlady-like gusto. "Jerri, I have to talk. You saw her, right?" I stopped eating and nodded slowly, not looking into his eyes. "I need to know that I'm not going mad. That she is real. Jerri, this means so much to me. Jerri, I love her. I love Cleopatra." I looked up in shock. His eyes were shining with happiness and hope. "Cleopatra, that's what I call her when she is .. well, a woman. When she is a cat, then I call her Cleo. Isn't she beautiful?" His face shown with happiness. My mind spun, trying to make sense out of what I knew could not be true, and yet I could not erase the fact that I had seen it and that I knew she was real. "Carl, how? When? I mean, I just can't understand." "I know, Jerri. I don't know how either. But you saw her, right? You saw us?.." His face reddened with embarrassment. "She has to be real if we both saw? If she's not real I can't go on.." "I have to think." I went back to my breakfast, as it was the only sane thing that I could think to do. I had to have time to figure things out, to get a grip on my own sense of reality. Carl also ate, probably not knowing what else to do, and he so obviously needed me to validate his vision, his lover from the night. I just couldn't bring myself to talk about Cleo, or Cleopatra, or whatever her name was. I told Carl that I needed some time to think. He understood, or at least said that he did. He said he would be out fishing today and would be as close as my cell phone if I needed him. We gave each other an awkward hug and he went out the door. The house was so quiet without him, and I didn't need my mind to be able to wander. I sat on the couch and tried to empty my mind. I must have been asleep for some time. As I awoke I had a feeling of warmth and a vibration in my lap. As I came back to consciousness I realized that Cleo was in my lap. I froze in a panic, and she sensed my discomfort immediately. She looked up at me with those beautiful pale blue eyes and I felt such overwhelming lust come over me that I just gasped. I reached out and ran my hands along her back. Cleo purred and arched into my caress. In fascination I watched as once again she started to morph into a woman. Her fur became exotically soft skin, so dark and warm. Her face was so beautiful! Such full lips and breasts! Ever so slowly the cat became woman. I tentatively reached out and put my arms around her. Slowly we both drew our lips closer together and touched. She was so warm, so soft, her lips made me want to never stop kissing her. She withdrew from the kiss and gently ran her lips and nose across my cheek and down my neck. Every nerve in my body came alive and sent a flood of arousal to my brain. She came back up to my lips and we softly, gently, erotically, kissed again. I was transfixed, caught between fear and lust. And then, just as easily, I had a most wonderfully sensual idea. I guided us both up to stand and gently took her hand. "Come with me, my sweet," I purred. Cleo smiled and allowed me to bring her with me down the hall to my room. "We look to be the same size, and I think you would like to know what it feels like to dress as a woman." I giggled as I thought about how my analyst would categorize this. Was I going to make Cleopatra a crossdresser? A crosscatter? A transcatite? I laughed to think that my Carl wasn't the only one on the edge of sanity. I opened my lingerie drawer and picked up a pale yellow panty and bra set. "I think these will really make you feel sexy." I said to Cleo. Like she needed any help. It was me who in some way wanted to see what she would look like. I knelt at her feet and gently lifted one leg at a time and got the panties started up her legs. As my hands guided the satin up her smooth thighs, I couldn't help but lose myself in the soft erotic feel of her skin. I slowly pulled the panties up to her waist, but not before memorizing every beautiful fold of her vaginal lips. My nostrils filled with her feminine aroma. I reached around her and gently eased the panties high on to her rear. The thong really made her hips look so sensuous. "How does that feel my sweet?" I asked. Cleo?s face was lit up in a big sexy smile. It was becoming apparent that her transformation did not include any voice options. "Now we'll fix up the topside," I said, as I picked up the flimsy bra. I went behind her and put the bra around her middle. Her natural perfume aroused me and I felt my nipples against her back. She smelled so good and so female. My cheek nestled against the soft full mane of her hair. One arm at a time I helped her into the bra, then gently pulled it up under her breasts. She gasped a little as my hands came up to settle her breasts in the cups. Then I fastened it behind her and adjusted it to fit. She saw herself in the mirror and I knew from her expression that she was thrilled with the results. Her cleavage spilled out between the cups in a way that would drive any man wild. Her dark nipples were just barely covered by the almost transparent cups. I went over to the closet and picked out a short tight cotton dress in a floral print. I guided her arms into the dress and gently brought it up to her shoulders. As I buttoned it up the front I could hardly control my hands. I was shaking so much from the nearness of Cleo and from the raw sexuality that was building between us. It took me forever to fasten the buttons between her breasts. I really didn't want to fasten them, but I did want to see how hot she looked. Finally I got them done and we both looked in the mirror in wonder. She looked so fabulous, I just can't describe it. I put my arm around her waist and she smiled at my reflection in the mirror. As if some primal instinct drove us, we both turned at the same time and embraced. Slowly we kissed and started to undress each other. Her small hands drew trails of fire at each point where my nerves felt her touch. She seemed as interested in looking at me and what I looked like naked, as I had been in seeing her dressed. Together we helped each other get undressed and then finally we embraced. Breast to breasts, hip to hip, we held each other so close and so lovingly that I wanted to melt into her being. I guided us onto the bed and drew the covers up over us. Our hands were everywhere at once and then I felt her stop. I had been so wrapped up in our dance of love that I had forgotten that I was still a she-male. Cleo sat up in bed and pulled the covers down. She softly touched and caressed my very out of place appendage. It was too large for a clit and too small for a penis. She gave me a wide smile to let me know that this wasn't a problem for her. Her lips came down to envelope my sex and her hair covered my thighs with exquisite softness. Gently she took me into her mouth and started me on my way to heaven. I worked my way underneath her and soon I was able to lick the hairless folds that I had visually worshipped just a few minutes before. We spent the afternoon together, arousing each other, sharing our sexual need and desire, and napping in gentle embrace. Eventually I realized that Carl would soon be home, and so I got us both up and dressed. I picked out dresses that were alike and helped us get dressed. We looked very good, sexy yet just innocent enough to be arousing too. I guided Cleopatra out to the kitchen and sat her down at the table while I made dinner. I couldn't have timed it better, as Carl came in just as I was putting the finishing touches on my favorite lasagna. To say he was stunned was an understatement. He stopped at the door, mouth open, and then slowly came into where we were. "Jerri, Cleo, Wow, you two look so?" "Good!" I giggled and Cleopatra had a big smile on her face. I was certain she knew that Carl approved and liked what he saw. I know I should have seen the next thing coming, but as it was I was caught completely unaware. Carl came over to me and pulled me into his arms. "Thank you so much, Jerri. I knew you would love her. Thank you for helping her to become a woman." I was stunned. The pit of my stomach turned into a knot. This was not what I had hoped to happen. I must think of a way to change Carl's mind. I realized then that I wanted to be Carl's woman. His only woman. For the rest of the evening, I lived in torture. Carl and Cleo spent the rest of the night in his room, in his bed. I heard their moans and the creak of the bedsprings. Every thrust was like a knife in my heart. I couldn't take any more, but it just kept coming. Finally I drifted off. I had a terrible night. Images of them in passionate embrace kept flooding my dreams. The next morning I was up before Carl and started breakfast. Carl came out soon after, but Cleo was nowhere in sight. We ate in silence, neither one of us knowing what to say. We did the dishes together and I asked if we could just go out somewhere to be together for a while. Carl flashed his perfect smile and told me he wanted to show me his boat. So, I went to the guest bedroom to change and then it hit me. What would any other woman do when her man was in danger of falling for another woman? Turn up the sex, of course! I could do that! Hell, I wanted to do that! What would a little flirting, and showing a little leg hurt? Maybe I could get him thinking about me the way he thought about Cleo. Quickly I stripped naked and searched for my black bra that pushed my breasts together as invitingly as Cleo's had looked yesterday. I pulled on a tiny pair of black lace panties and the material awakened every nerve in my long slender legs. Dark hose followed them, the kind with a long black seam up the back and lace around the top. I picked out one of my shortest and tightest minis, and a pale thin sleeveless blouse. As I slipped on my Frederick's heels and fastened the ankle straps, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Hey, I look every bit as sexy as Cleo the Cat! I busted out laughing at my own thoughts and headed out the door. I was going to turn my sexual heat up to boiling! As soon as he saw me, I knew I had picked the right outfit for my plan. His eyes couldn't stop taking me in. He looked me over from sexy high Heels to my tight blouse and back down again. "Wow, Jerri! I mean, Wow!" I used my best Mae West imitation with my sexiest low voice. "So, sailor, are you going to stand there trolling for flies all day or are you going to take me out to see your boat?" Carl grinned from ear to ear and opened the door for me. We walked arm in arm down the path to the docks and it felt absolutely wonderful to be out in the sunshine with this gorgeous man beside me. I put every ounce of wiggle available into all the right parts of my body and I could tell Carl was totally captivated. Each click of my black heels nailed another bolt in my hold on Carl. As we got down to the docks some of his buddies came up to greet us, and I'm sure a lot of it was to meet me. I don't think I ever saw so many smiling red faces and so many bulging pants as I did that afternoon. I noted with considerable interest that Carl introduced me as Jerri, his girlfriend. I was quite OK with that, as I didn't want to fend off a lot of invitations to go out while I was here and I preferred that his buddies thought I was his permanent woman. That didn't stop me from enjoying the attention though and I could just feel their eyes all over me from every angle. I know I was undressed in every sailor's imagination as we strolled down the dock to his boat. We finally got to Carl's boat and he stepped in first. Then he gallantly turned to help me in and I delicately took his hand. As I stepped into the boat my already short mini rode way up and the lace of my hose and garters came into view. From somewhere down the dock I heard a whispered, "My Gawd!" I twisted and arched my back to push out my breasts even further and moved with enough sex appeal to drown a whole bar full of sailors. Further down the dock I heard something fall into the water and I giggled out loud. "Jesus, Jerri! You can't have ever been anything else but? I mean you are so feminine, how? Jerri?." And then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I hadn't seen this one coming, but I sure could kiss him back. I put my arms around his neck and pulled myself up to him. The kiss enflamed us and I felt myself losing control again. We finally came up for air and Carl wordlessly went forward to start the engines and take us out to sea. I took a look around his boat and realized how well he was doing financially. The boat was probably a 50 or 60-foot vessel and looked to be in perfect condition. Carl effortlessly handled the big craft and guided us out to the ocean. It felt so good to be out in the sun and salt air, and just enjoying being alive. Carl guided us out to an island and the boat slipped quietly up to the dock. "This is a deserted island, and one of my favorite places. I come out here when I want to be alone and think." And a good place to bring a date, I thought to myself. Carl helped me out of the boat and took my hand. I noticed that he had a blanket over his other arm. I slipped off my heels and threw them back onto the boat and then we walked hand in hand along the white sandy beach. A black form slipped off the boat and padded quietly behind us. It stayed in the shadows, trailing us without being seen. Wordlessly we moved toward a quiet little cove that was even more private, but still warm and sunny. Carl spread the blanket and invited me to sit. We got comfortable and just sat for a long time, enjoying the day and each other's company. Then I felt his arm around me as he pulled me toward him for another kiss. Our lips danced together and somehow he guided me onto my back. His body felt so good against mine. He was half on top of me and half supported on one elbow. He looked down at me. "Jerri, I want to see you. Your body." "Carl, I'm not, er finished." "Then show me what is finished. I'll imagine what the rest is going to look like." His eyes shown with excitement and arousal. His sexy grin had me defenseless. "What's the harm in just showing me? Have you ever shown anyone else?" The realization hit me that I hadn't let myself be seen by a man. All during this transformation I had kept to myself. I'd had been asked for dates, I had changed clothes (from the waist up) with other girls, but I had never taken off my clothes for a man as the new me. Carl must have read my mind, as he stood up and easily pulled me to my feet. He stepped back and smiled. "Please, Jerri. You are so very beautiful. For me, Jerri. Show me." I couldn't resist. Without taking my eyes off his face I brought my trembling hands up to the top of my blouse. My heart was hammering inside of my chest and I felt completely light headed and flushed. Slowly I undid the top button and pulled the fabric of my blouse open. I couldn't believe it! I was undressing for a man! Button by button, with agonizing slowness, I worked my way down my blouse. I was so aroused I could hardly breathe. My nipples were so hard they hurt. My bra and cleavage came into view and I could tell Carl was really enjoying the gift I was giving him. I felt my hands tug my blouse out of the waistband of my miniskirt, and then it was free. I slowly pulled the material down from each shoulder, watching his face all the time. Then I slid my arms out of the sleeves and let it drop to the blanket. I was standing in front of my man, without my blouse. My hands came up again, this time to slowly pull my bra straps off my shoulders. Carl's eyes were shining with excitement and he was totally caught in my web. I freed my arms from my bra straps, then reached around to unhook it. My breasts jutted forward with the movement, and I felt my nipples react to the breeze. I released the two catches, and let my bra fall away from my breasts. Just the feeling of his gaze made me long for his touch on my sensitive nipples. I let my hands fall to my sides as my bra slipped from my grasp. I was overcome with the passion of the moment. "Carl, I ?" "Please, Jerri. For me. Just show me." He had total control of me now. I reached around behind me and unbuttoned my miniskirt. My sexual instinct made me arch my back to jut my breasts out toward his lips. I found the zipper and started to undo it. The sound of that zipper coming undone must have been heard clear back to the mainland. I know it certainly was the loudest thing in my ears, right after the hammering of my heart. I felt an instant wetness in my panties. I unzipped my skirt completely open and I reached up for the waistband. Slowly my skirt opened and I felt it slide down my hips. I wiggled a little to get it past my panties. The feeling of my hem gliding down my hairless legs was so erotic. Finally my skirt was past my thighs and I let it fall. It slid down my legs and I stepped out of it. Carl came up to me and put his arms around my waist to embrace me. We both savored the moment and the heat of our sexual arousal. I felt the rough fabric of his shirt against my sensitive nipples. He tilted my chin up to him and kissed me passionately. Then he gently pushed me back so he could finish stripping me of my hose and panties. His strong hands grabbed the elastic and pushed my panties down past my wide hips. I felt them slide down my legs as the breeze touched my bare bottom. He knelt down and removed my hose and heels and then I was finally completely and totally naked with my man. Two large blue eyes also watched, but they watched from the edge of the clearing. They took in every detail, watching and knowing. Carl laid down on the blanket and I undressed him. My little hands were all over him, memorizing him, melting him into my memory. I couldn't help myself. I found his shaft and massaged it, feeling it harden. I looked into his eyes and saw the answer I needed. He was looking at me with desire and love. I lowered my mouth to his sex and then swallowed him. Lovingly, slowly, I took his penis into my mouth and started to bob my head up and down. My movements matched the sound of the waves gently crashing on the beach. I had imagined this moment, but I had no idea I would love it so much. I felt so sexy, so loving, so wonderfully female as I gave this wonderful gift of love to this virile man. I kept my pace slow and intoxicating as I brought him ever closer to orgasm. Finally he could no longer hold it and his hands gently forced my head completely down as he emptied into me. His semen tasted so rich, so wonderfully salty and manly. I sucked and swallowed until he was empty and then I just kept on doing it. In no time at all he was hard again and this time he pulled me up to kiss me. Carl got up on his knees and easily moved me to my hands and knees so I was facing the ocean. Then he took his position behind me and spread my legs. I shuddered in anticipation. This couldn't be happening, but it was. I felt so virginal, so much like a young bride. I was ready to give all of myself to my love. He found me and slowly opened me to him. He entered me and I cried out with joy. "Yes! Please take me!" I whimpered. Carl pushed firmly and his entire length filled me. Again I screamed out in joy! I had never felt so womanly! The sexiest lingerie, the shortest skirts, a year of hormones, nothing else had ever made me feel so utterly female! I pushed back toward Carl and felt his balls against me. I was his! "Carl, I love you!" I shouted. "Jerri! Be my woman!" Each stroke of his manhood was firm but gentle. I could feel the velvet head of his shaft caressing me deep inside. My whole belly was on fire and contracting around him as he moved inside of me. I begged for time to stand still, for this moment to never end. We babbed every erotic thought that came into our heads. We shouted our love and our need to each other. My emotions stood on the edge of an orgasm as wide as the ocean and then I stepped off into complete bliss. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. Carl was still hard and driving into me with all of his need. We moaned and cried and made love over and over until he finally released his semen deep inside of me for the final time. Then we collapsed together on the blanket and slept. Two large blue eyes closed and a dark form made it's way back to the boat. The form effortlessly jumped back on deck and made it's way deep into the boat, to a safe place. Then it curled up and slept. A single tear ran down the delicate fur toward its' nose. Just as quickly as my day had turned to wonder, it turned to disaster. I Can't remember now what it was that Carl and I fought about. It started out small, on our way back to the boat, but by the time we were at the dock we were both saying things to hurt each other. I was furious, and he was spiteful. He slammed the boat into gear and we charged out to sea. No words spilled between us as we made out way back to the mainland, but by the time we were back in port, we were at it again. Just a quickly as our rage at each other had grown, we noticed a terrible storm building just off the coast. We could see all the boats in the harbor hurriedly making their way back to safety and the docks. When we finally made it back to his cottage we both let go with every word, every insult that we could muster. It was as stormy in the cottage as it was outside. Then it finally happened. He hit me. His fist came up and caught me with such force that I flew across the room. I had hardly hit the floor when he picked me up and threw me into his bedroom. His hands caught my blouse and ripped it completely open. I fell back on the bed and instinctively brought my legs and arms up to protect myself. A dark form sprang from behind Carl and clawed at his back. It was Cleo, in her woman form. For a moment Carl's face contorted in pain and surprise. Her nails dug deep into his back and neck, spurting blood all over the three of us. Then he regained his composure and brought his elbow back with all his might. He caught Cleo under the chin and I heard a chilling snap. Her limp body flew across the room and came to rest against the wall. Carl turned back to me and hit me again with all of his force and fury. I collapsed back onto the bed. Fortunately it broke the force of my fall and I was able to feign unconsciousness. He turned to Cleo and picked up her still body. Wordlessly he left the room and then I heard the front door slam. In that instant I heard the storm hit with all its fury at the house and the coast. The wind was screaming in protest, trying to destroy all in its path. I waited for a while and then made my way to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up as well as I could, knowing that I was going to look like a battered woman for several weeks. The storm was drowning out all sound and I worried that the little cottage might not be able to withstand all this fury. Then I heard another scream. It was high and female. I went to the window that faced out to the ocean and then I understood. Carl hadn't killed Cleo, but he had shut her in the storage shed out back of the cottage. I could see the door jump each time she banged on it. For some reason, all of my hate, anger, pain, frustration, and rage came to rest on her. I was glad she was trapped. What right did she have to mess up my life, my plans? Her screams grew louder and her banging on the door grew stronger. She tired after a bit, but the storm grew more intense and the late afternoon gave way to a darkness so deep that I couldn't see anything outside. When I heard the knock at the door, I flew to open it. Carl had come home! But no, it was one of the other fishermen. "Is Carl here?" he asked with a worried tone in his voice. "No. He went out some time ago." "Damn. His boat is gone." My heart went cold. I knew where Carl was. I knew as surely as I felt the pain of his beating that he had taken off out to sea to get away from me and his feelings. "No!" I yelled. "If he's out there, he's fighting the devil himself!" cursed the fisherman and he turned, disappearing into the dark of the storm. I struggled to get the door closed and I leaned back against it. All of my strength left me and slid to the floor. I cried and cried, knowing that Carl, the man that I loved was out there all alone, fighting for his life. It was my fault. I heard Cleo's screams start in again. No, it wasn't all my fault. She was to blame! This creature, this monster, sent from hell to torment me. Her screams wouldn't stop and all of a sudden I wanted to end that voice. That was my only need. I ran into Carl's room and started to search. I didn't know if it was there, but somehow I felt that it would be. It would be so like him. My hands searched all the drawers in his room. Finally my hands closed around it. Cold, unforgiving, judgmental, and deadly. I pulled the heavy pistol out of the drawer and looked at it. It was so heavy and cold. For several minutes I stood motionless, shutting out the storm and my own fears. Then I heard her screams start in again. I went for the door and opened it to the night. I stepped out on the porch and the force of the gale sucked the breath out of me. Even above the wind I could hear her nails scrapping against the wood of the door to the shed and I could see it shuddering against her onslaught. I bent against the wind and worked my way across the yard. The door was latched, but not locked and I easily unfastened it. Her screams stopped immediately as I pulled the door open. There was nothing there but darkness and the ugly smell of air too long trapped away from the sun. I stepped into the shed and out of the driving rain. As my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, I finally made out a pair of eyes. They were right in front of me, staring at me with such hate, such fury, that I knew this vision was straight from hell. I put both hands on the grip of the pistol and brought it up level with those glowing eyes. They never flinched, but stared right back at me, daring me. I pulled the trigger and flame shot out around the barrel. Its blue glow enveloped the barrel and in an instant I saw a patchwork of destruction as the face in front of me disintegrated. I kept on firing, pulling the trigger and creating a firestorm of thunder and lighting right inside the shed. Again and again I fired and the flame licked at the eyes that were being smashed into tiny, ugly, pieces, Finally there was nothing. Empty clicks told me the gun was empty. The face was gone. Only a gaping whole remained in the far wall where I had emptied the gun. I dropped my arms to my side and I let the gun fall from my hands. Darkness overcame me and I stumbled out into the storm. I woke up in my own bed, still in my wet clothes, and spread out over the top of the blanket. The sun was shining once again, but there was no joy in my heart. I remembered the events of yesterday and it felt like I had lived a lifetime since then. Struggling to maintain control, I drew a hot bath and cleaned myself up. My face was sore and bruised where Carl had beat me, and my body had numerous black and blue marks. I soaked until the water started to lose its heat and then found some warm dry clothes to put on. I had just finished when I heard a knock at the door. I struggled to make my way out to the living room and opened it to find a Harbor Patrol officer on the porch. "Morning Miss. I'm sorry to bring bad news, but parts of Carl's boat have washed up on shore. There is little chance that anyone who was out to sea survived. I'm sorry. The other fishermen thought you ought to know." I cried for hours, just lying on the couch and drifting in and out of a fitful sleep. How could I have done all this? I had only meant to help, and now two people that I had known and loved were gone. It was true, I had loved Cleo. I realized she hadn't meant to hurt me, to try to take Carl away from me. She had only been true to herself. She had been so beautiful, so sexual, how could any man not have wanted her? It was my own twisted mind that had created all this. It should have been me that had died, not my Carl and my beautiful Cleo. In the late afternoon I brought myself around enough to go out on the porch and that's when I saw the shed. The door was still standing open and there was a gigantic whole in the back wall. Wood was torn and splintered where I had unloaded the gun. How could I have hated so much? I forced myself to make my way across the yard to the shed. I didn't want to look, but I needed to know, to see what I had done. Her body would have to be buried. As I looked at the door I noticed blood on the bottom part. I knelt down and saw there were streaks of blood all over it. The wood was impaled with the nails of a cat embedded in the wood. She had clawed so hard trying to get out that she had pulled out her own nails! I stepped inside the shed and looked around, expecting to find her body. What I didn't expect was the sound of quiet sobbing. Cleo the woman was huddled in a corner, sitting on the floor. I knelt down to her, and pulled her close to me. Her arms came out and wrapped around me, hugging me close. She was shivering and cold. I carefully touched her chin and tilted her face up to mine. There wasn't a scratch on her! In wonder I looked up at the gaping hole in the back wall of the shed and then I understood. There were pieces of glass all over the floor. What I had seen last night was my own twisted reflection in the window of the shed! Those eyes so full of hate and fear had been my own! I had emptied all those shots into my own reflection! I closed my eyes and wept with joy. Emotionally drained, but overjoyed, I drew Cleo to me and a flood of tears poured out of me. I kissed her sweet face and helped her to her feet. Lovingly I helped her into the house. I laid her in my own bed and covered her with several blankets. Then I searched for some antiseptic and bandages to help save her delicate fingers. All of her nails were gone. She watched me and whimpered, but seem to trust me completely. How scared and alone she must have felt, trapped in there all night by her fear of the storm and my own senseless rage! Both Carl and I had betrayed her and hurt her, but still she loved us. I realized how much we needed each other and how much we had to give to each other. She finally dozed off and I climbed in beside her. For several days she seemed to be on the borderline of making it or of me losing her again. A week later she was able to get out of bed and make it around the house fairly well. She was weak, but she clung to me with an undying affection. At night we held each other and made gentle love together. During the day I would dress her and care for her. Many times she would look at the door or out of the window and I tried to tell her that Carl was lost to us both forever. She seemed to not understand, or maybe she didn't want to accept it. It was when I was dressing her the following week that my heart went cold once more. I was gently buttoning up her dress when I felt a little stirring in her belly. I drew in my breath and looked wide-eyed into hers. She smiled at me and took my hand in hers. She moved my hand over her belly and there was no mistaking it, there was movement. Cleo was pregnant! I started to panic and then I realized that my own senseless need to control things was what had made my life so meaningless to start with. I needed to just let things happen. I needed to just be there for Cleo. So I smiled back at her and hugged her. "Cleo, I'm so happy for you! No matter what happens, I'll be here, OK? Don't you worry, my sweet." I took extra care of her and in a couple of months she gave birth. I can tell you I had been wondering and worrying what or who would be born, but as it turned out it was normal. Well, normal for this life we were leading. She gave birth to a litter of beautiful kittens. The exception was that they were all extraordinarily large. I didn't care though, and we gently picked up each one and held them close. Cleo's birthing was gentle and wonderful, just like her. Cleo never returned to her feline self. She remained the beautiful black woman that she is today. When I felt she was strong enough, I hired an older woman to come stay with her and cook for her while I went away for my surgery. It went well and I returned some weeks later, the woman I had wanted to be for Carl, but now just a woman who wanted to live in peace. I learned so much from Cleo. We continued to live quietly in the little cottage that Carl left to me. My money meant we would never need for anything. Now that I had Cleopatra's Gift, there was nothing else that I needed or wanted. Cleo gave me so much. Her gift was to show me how to live, to feel, to love, by just being the natural person that I had inside me all those years. She has stayed by my side as my lover and as my best friend. We have become so close and I love her with a love that has no bounds. We play with the kittens and have enjoyed watching them grow up strong and sleek. I know we shouldn't have favorites, but I know we both do. He is larger than the others, with a thick brown coat. His eyes are large and when he looks at you, it just melts your heart. Most evenings he lies in my lap and purrs and I call him Carl. He is another of Cleopatra's Gifts to me. He is a most precious cat and I love him dearly. I know what you're thinking and no, he has not ever changed into a man. And no, I have never made love to him. Maybe he will change into a man someday, and maybe he won't. I will love him anyway. But there is another reason that I love him so. It is because he is so special. And because on his left arm there is a scar, long and deep, a scar that ends in a paw, missing one toe.