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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a prequel to the first story that I posted on Fictionmania, titled "To Become A Woman." Permission is granted to post this story on any free archive for transgender stories. Feedback would be most appreciated. Enjoy! IT'S WONDERFUL TO BE A WOMAN By Mr. Solitude In a dark corner of the Lakeside Bar and Grill, a twenty- something slightly heavyset man sat alone at a table for two. He looked up expectantly at the door each time it opened, as though he was waiting for someone in particular to join him. However, with each passing minute, the man's mood gradually because no one seemed to come. He had arrived at the bar in an upbeat mood, but after almost an hour of nervous fidgeting, he quickly became depressed. The bar was quite busy for a Thursday, but the crowd was starting to thin out a little, as it was becoming later in the evening. He was beginning to lose hope that the person he was expecting would show up, and he lowered his head in quiet resignation. The bartender knew this man well, because he was a regular customer at the bar. Sensing the man's growing sadness, he slowly approached him. "What's wrong, Carl? Your date stand you up again?" Carl looked up from the table. "Yes!" he said with a frustrated tone. "Girls keep doing this to me. And it's starting to piss me off." The bartender attempted to console him. "I know, I know. You just have to move on, Carl. Don't dwell on it. That won't help anything." Despite the man's words, Carl was not easily calmed. Over the past year, he had asked no fewer than ten different girls to meet him at the Lakeside Bar and Grill after work. And each time, Carl found himself sitting alone at the table, watching everyone else enjoying the evening with their dates and drinks. He had tried to distract himself by glancing occasionally at the Minnesota Timberwolves playoff game on television, but even that did not help much. Carl shook his head in disgust. "I've had enough of women making a fool out of me!" Carl stated emphatically as he stood up from the table. Dropping some money for his drink, Carl scowled and stormed out of the bar without another word. "That man needs some major help," the bartender commented under his breath as he watched him go. He had never seen anyone take rejection so harshly before, and he hoped that Carl would not do anything to harm himself or anyone else. Meanwhile, outside of the restaurant, Carl kicked the stray rocks in the parking lot as he returned to his car. Unlocking the door and climbing inside, he slouched in the seat and continued to ruminate about how his evening had been ruined by women for the umpteenth time. As much as he tried to connect with a woman, everything seemed to be for naught. But strangely, Carl did not feel an intense hatred towards the fairer sex. Rather, he held women in very high esteem and reasoned that he was probably the one with the real problem. He closed his eyes and pictured a vivacious young lady, smiling brightly and happily enjoying herself... a stark contrast to his current predicament. And as that image started dancing in his head, Carl knew immediately that he needed to hurry home and go to bed before she taunted him any further. *** At twenty-five years old, Carl Needham was your typical young single white male. Physically, there was not much to distinguish him from other men around his age; he stood just under six feet tall and weighed a slightly chubby 250 pounds. His face was handsome, with baby blue eyes and a nearly permanent five o'clock shadow. Generally, he wore his hair in a short, crewcut style and sported a trimmed goatee on his chin. Carl's physique had fewer muscles and more flab than most men in their twenties might have wanted. However, he was never really ashamed his appearance. In his mind, Carl believed that someday the right person would come along and appreciate Carl for his entire personality and not just his body. It was pure fate that brought Carl's mother and father together at a business conference held at the downtown Minneapolis Convention Center. His parents, both native Minnesotans, were an extremely happy married couple of almost three decades. They loved their only child very dearly, raising him in a caring environment that fostered his physical, emotional, and spiritual growth. Carl was always sort of a home body, even during the later years of adolescence. Both of his parents were quite affluent, so they lived in an upper-class neighborhood in a suburb outside of Minneapolis. When Carl was growing up, he was generally a shy person who preferred to keep to himself. He was just sort of introverted by nature, and although he had one or two really close friends throughout his childhood and teenage years, he seemed to enjoy a laid-back, peaceful lifestyle. At a very young age, Carl became an avid reader of many different books, especially those in the fantasy genre. His first favorite series as a young boy was far and away C. S. Lewis' "Chronicles of Narnia," which he probably read at least five times n his youth. In high school, Carl discovered the literary delight that was J. R. R. Tolkien's "Lord of the Rings" trilogy, and they quickly became his favorite series. Many times, he lost himself so deeply in his reading that he casually ignored everything around him. But neither his parents, his friends, nor his teachers worried about Carl's intense interest in books, because all of them knew that Carl was going to be a brilliant man. After a very successful high school career, where he nearly achieved the valedictorian honor, Carl attended Macalester College in St. Paul to pursue an adventurous degree in literature. There, he found an entire library of books to challenge every facet of his mind. He did not limit himself solely to works of fiction; he also delved into the subjects of philosophy, religion, history, and psychology. Carl quickly earned the nickname "The Library Guy" for all the time he spent there. All in all, things were going exceedingly well in Carl's life. But everything started to change about four years ago. After his first year of college, his parents planned their annual weeklong camping vacation to Lake Superior at Gooseberry Falls State Park. They invited Carl to come along, but he had to back out at the last minute because of conflicts with his summer job. Just after they departed on their trip, tragedy struck the family. Both of Carl's parents were killed in a severe car crash during their drive to the North Shore. Carl was absolutely devastated when the news reached him back in the Twin Cities, for his family was very close-knit and full of love. It was a psychological blow from which Carl never fully recovered, for he depended on the wealth of love and comfort he received from his mother and father. Even with the generous inheritance that they left him, his life an ongoing battle with his emotions. Nearly every day, Carl grieved over this gigantic loss, wishing that he could see his parents for just one more fleeting moment. Ever since that tragic day, Carl's life was never quite the same. With time, he ultimately accepted the reality that his parents were gone and tried to adjust his lifestyle. But, he found it increasingly difficult to focus on his studies in college. Although he truly wanted to succeed, his mind always seemed to wander away from what he was doing and attach to random negative thoughts. His best friends drifted away from him, leaving him feeling isolated and abandoned much of the time. He sought out help from everyone he could imagine, but nothing really seemed to help him snap out of his funk. Feelings of powerlessness and hopelessness began to overtake him, and he toyed with the idea of suicide. However, Carl backed away from taking his own life, for he had faith that things would improve with time. Around this time, Carl started paying more attention to prospective dates among his classmates at Macalester. He was strongly convinced that he would feel one hundred percent better if he met a young woman who he could share his feelings with. In fact, Carl frequently talked with some of the women in his classes about the various projects that the professor assigned during the semester. It helped him feel like part of the group, and was the pillar of support that he so desperately needed. But he wanted to establish something more substantial. Predictably, Carl quickly learned the hard way that all of these women already had committed relationships with other men. Before he had pursued anything with them, the women treated him with kindness and respect. But once Carl revealed his true intentions, they regarded him in an altogether different manner. In the end, it mostly left Carl feeling as though his heart had been ripped right out of his chest and crushed on the ground. He found that he was safer if he kept to himself, reading his many books and writing his challenging papers. Fortunately, Carl managed to stay afloat in college to graduate with his degree in literature, the crowning achievement of his whole life. His academic advisor helped him locate some promising leads for post-college work, so within three months of receiving his degree he was gainfully employed. He became a regular columnist for a local entertainment magazine publication, reading new fiction books and writing reviews for it. The job was a very nice match for Carl's personality, for it did not require a drastic change to the way he currently lived. Generally, he could read most of the books in the solitude of his house, and then type up the review at a secluded computer at the office. Rather than spend a lot of time out in the community, where he generally felt like society was against him, Carl became something of a social recluse. Even though he thoroughly enjoyed his work, he was never able to succeed in establishing meaningful relationships with women. Something promising might turn up, but in the end it would prove to be nothing. Over time, he gave up on this and withdrew into a world of wish-fulfilling fantasies. On the Internet, Carl discovered that there were web sites to accommodate any desire that he could imagine. After spending considerable length of time wandering aimlessly around the web, he found that he was inexplicably drawn to the story archives where men magically turned into women. Based on his circumstances, Carl developed a secret hypothesis that women had an infinitely better lifestyle than men did. He came to the conclusion that anything that a man could do, a woman could probably do it much better. As Carl's belief that women were better off than men solidified in his head, he attached himself to a powerful fantasy in the distant hope that it could somehow be actualized. Whenever his mind wandered to a woman's superior existence, he envisioned the perfect woman who embodied all the characteristics he treasured so highly in women: beauty, charm, love, and most importantly happiness. Every day, the woman seemed to occupy slightly more of his waking consciousness. It was almost as though she was teasing him from afar, dangling the dream of womanhood right before him but putting it just out of reach. Interestingly, Carl did not allow this to discourage him, for he felt that way already. Instead, Carl constantly longed to bring himself as close as possible to her, because that was one of his only sources of enjoyment. This often meant that he would avoid other people and shun other engagements in order to spend time daydreaming about his fantasy woman. Although an onlooker might question whether Carl would benefit from psychotherapy or medication of some type, nobody really noticed anything unusual about Carl's behavior. Not even the latest rejection at the Lakeside Bar and Grill raised many eyebrows. At this point in his life, it felt as though things simply could not be any worse. *** The following morning, Carl awakened slightly refreshed from an uninterrupted night of sleep. Even though he was still a bit agitated by what had happened at the bar the previous evening, he wanted to leave that behind him and approach the new day without mulling over his misfortune. But he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Although Carl showered and dressed without any trouble, things started to become more frustrating even before he left the house. He made the disappointing discovery that there was not a single ground of coffee in the kitchen. Carl knew how grouchy he would likely become if he didn't get his morning jump start from the caffeine in the coffee. Certain that the line at the nearby Starbucks would be extremely long, Carl quickly gathered his work materials together and dashed out the door so as to not be late to work. Unfortunately, Carl found that the line at Starbucks was moving even more slowly than usual. He had only fifteen minutes to spare after getting his coffee, but he still had to battle the sluggish traffic on the 35W freeway on the way to work. Due to a few sudden stops, he spilled a small amount of coffee on the upholstery in his car. "Frickin' great," Carl groaned. He would soon learn that he would have the proverbial terrible, horrible, no-good very bad day. Carl made it to the office approximately fifteen minutes late. He dumped his belongings on the desk and sorted through the responsibilities that he had for that day. Carl liked to have all of his assignments finished before the weekend so that he could enjoy his days off without worrying about them. For today, that meant that he would be writing brief reviews of the latest New York Times Bestsellers. In the hope that he might be able to go home early in the afternoon, Carl set to work immediately. However, within a half hour of his arrival at work, Carl's biggest boss knocked on Carl's office door and called him into his office. It was highly unusual for his boss to do this, particularly without any advance notice. With a shrug, Carl stepped inside the luxurious office of the magazine's president. Upon entering, he sensed something unusual in the air, suggesting that this meeting would not be the same as any of the others that preceded it. Carl sat down in a large chair opposite the boss' desk. The boss' face had a solemn look to it, and he visibly swallowed. "Carl," he began, "I have some bad news to tell you. As I'm sure you know, we have been struggling financially for quite some time. Although some of our marketing strategies have been effective at selling copies of our magazine, we just can't keep up with the larger companies. So we've decided to stop publishing the magazine and close the office. I'm really sorry to have to tell you this." Carl was nearly speechless, but not quite. "But... how? Why?" His boss was sympathetic, for he too was losing his own job. "Carl, you are a talented young man, one with a very bright future ahead of you. I know how much you enjoyed working for us... I could always see it in the quality of the articles you wrote. But unfortunately, the days for this magazine are over. As hard as it will be, try to think of this as an opportunity for something new. You can finish your current project, but you need to be gone by the end of the day." Carl became sick to his stomach, feelings of disillusionment and resentment flowing inside of him. But he was able to maintain his composure, at least for the moment. "Okay," he said glumly as he walked out of his boss' office. Shortly after hearing the bad news, the atmosphere of the entire building seemed to become somber and eerily quiet. All of Carl's coworkers were visibly affected by it, for the normal bustle and activity of the office slowed to a virtual standstill. Carl himself could barely focus on completing his own final project, for it felt so disheartening that it would be the very last he did for this magazine. Reluctantly, Carl packed all of his belongings from his office at the end of the day, still incredulous about the fact that he had just become unemployed. How could they possibly do this to him, on a Friday no less? The job was absolutely perfect for him, for it allowed him to simultaneously pursue his greatest interest and make a sound living. Plus, his job was one of the primary sources of support and fulfillment in his life. Without it Carl thought that the culmination of everything going wrong at the same time would eventually drive him to the breaking point. The sadness was already welling up inside of him. In an effort to bring some positive things into his day, Carl decided to stop by the local Byerly's to treat himself to a dinner from the extensive deli that they offered. He was partial to the many specialty salads they frequently featured in the store. Patiently, Carl waited in line for his turn to order, as there were several other customers. When it was his turn, the young girl behind the counter greeted Carl with a pleasant "May I help you?" Looking up at the girl, Carl immediately froze in his tracks. Although he could only really see her face due to the apron of her uniform, Carl could definitely see how attractive she was. Her dirty blonde hair was tied neatly behind her, revealing a small, angelic face. Even though she wore glasses, Carl thought that they only made her cuter. He could not help but to stare at her, not in lust but in envy. The girl interrupted Carl's reverie. "Sir? Can I help you?" Her voice jolted him back to reality. "Umm... I..." Carl stammered, trying to conceal the fact that he had been watching her. "I think I'd like to try the Thai Chicken Salad," he managed to say. She promptly filled a plastic container with Carl's choice. "Anything else, sir?" "No. Have a nice evening." "Thank you," the girl replied, with a little smile. Quickly, Carl paid for his dinner and walked out of the store. As he returned to his car, several questions ran through his mind. Did the girl even notice that he had been basically ogling her? Carl couldn't be sure. As he continued to reflect back on it, the images of his fantasy woman arose again in his mind. After seeing how innocently beautiful the girl at the deli was, he felt a wave of desire fill him anew. But this time, Carl's fantasizing was distinctively different. This time, he was trying to reconcile his fascination with women with his luckless efforts to associate with them. Why did he respect women so greatly, even when they left him feeling like crap? Just then, a light dawned in Carl's brain, and there was a sudden revelation that there was a simple solution to all of the problems that plagued his life. He needed to become a woman! Everything was falling into place. Despite the impossibility of the whole thing, it was becoming more and more difficult to push the thought of being female out of his mind, forcing him to focus very carefully on his drive back to the house. That night at home, Carl tried to forget all the hardships of the day by tuning out the world around him and watching several hours of television while eating his dinner. Usually, that provided a good escape from the miserable situations that always seemed to spring up in his life. But tonight was a completely different story. During one of the evening news broadcasts, there was a brief feature about the annual opening of the Valleyfair carnival southwest of the metro area. The footage of all the happy couples and families only served to underline how isolated and depressed Carl truly was. When the female news reporter asked a young girl how she was enjoying her day at the fair, Carl had to change the channel. However, the programming on the next channel did very little to improve Carl's mood. Even though he did not stop on that station long enough to see much, he knew that he had had enough simply by seeing a comely young woman on the screen. "Goddamn it all to hell!" Carl yelled out in frustration. Carl turned off the television and decided that just falling asleep would be the best solution to all of his problems. He did not care that it was only eight o'clock, because he knew that he wouldn't be missing much. On a better day, he might have tried curling up with a good book, but not tonight. Carl quickly discarded all of his clothes and climbed into bed, deciding to sleep in the nude. 'It probably doesn't matter,' Carl said to himself. For the first minute that he was in bed, the darkness and quietude helped to calm Carl's troubled mind. But no sooner had he started to relax, the erotic images of Carl's fantasy woman began to float through his head. Whenever that happened, he always found himself inexorably drawn to the captivating goddess, as though trying to physically touch the woman he saw. However, this time it was slightly different. As Carl focused on the figure dancing around in his mind, he started to lose awareness of everything around else around him. It seemed as though she was flirting with him and beckoning him to join her. Indeed, Carl could hear her silky voice calling out to him softly, over and over again: 'Carl... come with me.' When the woman reached out to touch Carl's hand, Carl cried out in total desperation, "Turn me into a woman!" Once Carl had spoken those words, a ripple echoed through the space and time continuum that binds the universe together. The metaphysical forces suddenly appreciated that there was a serious disruption on the planet Earth that needed to be resolved. Somehow, Carl Needham had been conceived by his parents as a biological male. But the forces knew that this was not the will of the universe, for they sensed Carl's relentless suffering and intense need to find inner peace. Only one thing could possibly fill the void that had been created and restore the balance. He needed to become a biological female... his own fantasy woman. With that, a jolt of electric energy rocked Carl's body as he lay in his bed, causing him to twitch involuntarily. It was not at all painful; in fact, it was quite pleasurable. Soon, Carl felt a gentle tingle overtake his body, pulling him inexorably away from consciousness, unaware of his impending change. The sensations helped his body become more relaxed. In his mind, Carl watched the fantasy woman as she lay next to his prone body and start to touch him knowingly. His breathing became heavier and his shaft grew hard... he wanted her, badly. As the Carl's desire for the woman grew and intensified, the fantasy woman guided him through his transformation from male to female. The woman reached over to stroke Carl's short, dark hair. As she did, it sprouted from his scalp and quickly flowed over his shoulders and neck. Its color lighted to a brunette, forming soft curls and gaining considerable volume to frame his face. When his hair happily settled into its new female condition, the woman started to softly kiss Carl's cheeks. Each tender touch of the woman's lips brought a new change to his face. His cheekbones became prominent and his facial stubble faded from sight, the skin softening with each passing second. Long lashes extended from his sapphire blue eyes, and his nose and ears took on a cute feminine shape. With a deep French kiss, Carl's lips became supple and full. Over the course of a mere minute, Carl's visage had gone from one of mundane masculinity to one of exquisite femininity. A look of absolute bliss washed over his new face. His face complete, the fantasy woman next started to caress Carl's naked body with her dainty hands. Carl responded to her touch by moaning softly and embracing his lover's body, encouraging her to continue. Starting from his shoulders and ending at his toes, she deliberately traced the outline of his masculine frame with her slender fingers. Like clay, the fantasy woman began to mold his body into that of a voluptuous woman, giving him a classic hourglass shape. Pounds and blemishes vanished from his body as she worked her magic on him, his skin turning velvety soft and his body assuming a truly feminine stature. His shoulders were more diminished, his arms were more slender, and his hands were daintier. He now had a flat, taut stomach. At the same time, his waist constricted, his hips expanded, and his legs lengthened. When she finished creating his new body, every proportion of his new female figure was in perfect harmony with every other. Carl could only lie back on his bed and close his eyes in utter ecstasy. With a big smile, Carl's fantasy woman deftly brought her hands to his still flat chest and gently massaged it. Carl felt a pressure growing behind his chest as she did, further increasing the intense pleasure he was experiencing from his amazing transformation. Under the woman's warm hands, the skin started to answer to her gentle touch. With remarkable swiftness, a pair of magnificently female breasts grew out from his chest. The woman expertly nursed them into their proper feminine status, being careful not to let them sag. Then, she circled each nipple with a quick stroke of her finger. As she did, his nipples rapidly stiffened and enlarged, and his aureoles swiftly widened and darkened. Instinctively, the changing man brought his own hands up and cupped his new breasts, enjoying their incredible weight and loving the indescribable warmth of her deep cleavage. Finally, the woman removed her hands from Carl's fantastic breasts and slowly moved them towards his crotch. Gently, she took his scrotum and massaged it with the palm of one hand. Carl could feel a warm and pleasant sensation emanate from crotch and abdomen as the scrotum and testicles slowly receded into his body. His pleasure intensified by the second as his fantasy woman traced a small groove where the scrotum once was. His hips bucked as she continued to stroke there. He found himself spreading his legs wider and wider as her finger probed deeper into his body, moving up and down along the gradually deepening slit. Involuntarily, he started to gush forth sweet feminine juices, soaking the increasingly feminine flesh between his legs. At long last, she fondled Carl's erect shaft and began to caress it with her fingers. The shaft quickly shrank in her hands until it was little more than a small nub of swollen flesh protruding from the top of an irresistible pussy. With a final flick of her finger, he let out a loud moan, as the nub retracted slightly and nearly tripled in sensitivity as it instantly became a feminine clit. Now a complete woman, Carl's vulnerable body ached to reach the glorious climax that had been slowly building inside him. His fantasy woman was more than happy to oblige him on his initiation into womanhood, for she was an integral part of it. She positioned herself very close to him and started stimulating Carl's new body. As the magical being that she was, she accessed some of her special erotic power to drive Carl into a sexual frenzy unlike any he had ever known. Carl's arousal and pleasure increased by leaps and bounds, driving his female sexual nerves to their maximum tolerance level. Almost immediately, he lost himself totally in the intoxicating feelings and yelled out for more. Guided by the forces of the universe, her essence slowly dissolved, seeking to unite with Carl's female self. At the moment of Carl's greatest passion, he and his fantasy woman became one as she completely disappeared into his mind and body. Basking in the afterglow of a wondrous female orgasm, Carl felt a great relaxation fill his entire being, still oblivious to the fact that he was now a woman. He pulled his blankets over his lissome body and drifted off to sleep, exhausted from everything that had just happened to him. *** Bright morning sunlight filled Carl's bedroom as he awakened from what seemed like a very fitful sleep. Vaguely, he remembered having a very bizarre dream where he had shouted out a wish to become a woman, and then he became so engrossed in his fantasy woman and made passionate love to her. The experience was so real that all the thoughts and feelings suggested that it was much more than just a dream. Carl shrugged it off, though. Fortunately, he did not have any obligations to worry about for that day so he could spend it recuperating from the night. He cleared the cobwebs from his eyes and stretched his arms high into the air, preparing to jump out of bed and clean up in the bathroom. Carl's reverie was interrupted by the unfamiliar sensation of weight on his chest; one that he was not used to having in that spot. Suddenly aware of his nakedness, he sat bolt upright in bed and fearfully looked down to his chest. There, he saw two unquestionably female breasts hanging from his own chest. Further down, Carl moved a shaky hand towards his crotch and felt a foreign configuration of soft folds, moist flesh, and sparse hair between his legs. Carl was filled with shock, and he started to breathe heavily with anxiety. Instantly, he leapt out of bed and said in an astonished whisper, "Oh my God... I turned into a woman!" His voice had a pretty, feminine sound to it. Carl ran into the bathroom to look in the mirror, feeling his new breasts bounce up and down on his chest as he went. There, the image of a lovely woman greeted his disbelieving eyes. From her cascading brunette hair to her incredibly curvaceous figure, she was easily the most beautiful woman Carl had ever seen. Her face radiated a soft, gentle light and her crystal blue eyes sparkled with a deep sensuality, giving her the quintessential look of womanly innocence. His wary eyes followed the fluid curves of the woman's body, from her narrow shoulders and warmly perfect breasts to her rounded hips and long sexy legs. It was a flawless perfection of form that even a Victoria's Secret supermodel would envy. Carl tentatively moved a hand to his face, just to ensure that the goddess in the mirror indeed did the same. A surprised gasp escaped from Carl's full lips as he watched, utterly transfixed by what he was seeing. He had become not only a woman, but pure femininity personified. As a man, one of Carl's greatest strengths had been his ability to reason things through with impeccable logic. However, Carl's brain just could not fathom the metamorphosis from male to female that had occurred to him during the night. How could he be this beautiful creature? He wondered if shouting out the opposite wish would reverse the transformation, but after trying it, Carl felt quite silly for doing so. But the fact remained that Carl could no longer be considered male by any stretch of the imagination. The only answer that he could think of would be learning to cope with the dramatic changes. But how on Earth could he hope to do that, given the fact he did not have the faintest clue about womanhood, let alone femininity? Carl could feel his emotions churning inside of him as his uneasiness increased. On the bedside table, the former man noticed his wallet. Hoping to find some much-needed clues about his new identity, he opened the wallet and fished out the driver's license inside. Then, in the strange course of events, the vital statistics and picture on the license started to change before his eyes. The license nearly fell out of his hand. But within a few seconds, his disbelieving eyes could make out a name... "My name is Carissa Marie Needham?" the new woman said timidly, obviously unsure of herself. Upon closer examination, she could see that the license now provided the correct information for her new self. Sex: Female. Height: 5'6". Weight: 125 pounds. Beside the numbers, Carissa saw her angelic face right on the surface of the license. When she looked back at the table, the wallet had been replaced with a purse filled with feminine objects of all sorts. And with those objects came the sudden realization that Carissa knew what they were for and how to use them. From that moment forward, everyone who remembered Carl would instead remember Carissa. When she made her first venture out into society, everyone would treat her as though she had been a gorgeous young lady for her whole life. It was as though Carl had never existed. The only person who would have any recollection of Carl would be Carissa herself. But with time, that memory would simply fade away into insignificance. But even so, the new woman remained anxious. Even though she had magically become the woman that she yearned to be, she was not completely mentally prepared to make her public debut as a female. However, that was not a new problem by any means, for Carl had always found small reasons to be worried about every little thing. For a couple minutes, Carissa contemplated what she felt her best plan of action might be. 'I could... but then, no... well maybe... then again... what if I... um, hmm.' She continued to mull over it. But suddenly, a new light dawned in the new woman's mind: "Why should I be so scared about this?" she said aloud, conquering her fears with a courage she had never before possessed. "I am a woman, after all!" Looking down at the floor, Carissa saw a messy heap of clothes that was Carl's favorite thing to wear. She picked up the white dress shirt and studied it with a critical eye. It was definitely too large to fit her new form, and it had an assortment of holes and stains on it. Tossing it aside with a heavy sigh, Carissa next checked over the blue jeans. Like the shirt, the jeans showed signs of severe abuse and were so large that they would surely fall off immediately. None of the former man's clothes would fit her. Carissa rolled her eyes and mumbled to herself, 'Now what am I supposed to do?' Almost in response to Carissa's question, the supernatural forces of magic started transforming the very jeans that she had in her hand. With remarkable swiftness, all of the many years of physical wear on them vanished, leaving them essentially brand-new. Then, their size diminished just as quickly as the denim fabric shifted in her hands. When it stopped, Carissa held the new garment in front of her and found that it had changed into a short denim cargo skirt. At the same time, the dress shirt she had discarded on the bed moments before had changed. The color and style were virtually the same, but it was now a fitted cutoff shirt in perfect condition. Although she had left the white undershirt and underwear on the floor, she would soon learn that they too had been altered into a matching cream- colored bra and panties. Thanks to the magic, Carissa now owned an entire wardrobe of suitably feminine attire. With slight hesitation, Carissa gathered the clothing and laid it out neatly on the bed. In her mind, she understood that she would have to overcome her notion that women's clothes were forbidden. She determined that the best method for accomplishing this was to just wear them all the time until she did not think twice about it. "Well, I guess I'd better wear these today," she whispered. Beginning with the panties, Carissa pulled them up her long lithe legs with no difficulty. However, the bra proved to be a bit more of a challenge, as she struggled with the closure in the back. Soon, Carissa's most intimate parts were covered with feminine finery. Next, she wiggled into the short denim skirt, discovering that it clung tightly to her hips and ended at least three inches above her knees. Finally, Carissa put on the fitted shirt, and observed that it hugged her breasts and exposed her navel for all to see. She did not realize that the buttons were on the opposite side to what she was used to. After sliding into a pair of low-heeled sandals, Carissa looked up into the full-length mirror inside the closet that had previously gone unused. An attractive young lady stared back at Carissa in the mirror. From her angelic face to her endless curves, she was easily the most beautiful woman in the world. For several seconds, she just stared at herself in the mirror, transfixed on the reflection she saw. It was still nearly impossible to believe that the goddess reflected in the mirror was actually her. How was did it happen? Why did it happen? As she continued to look into the mirror in search of answers, new thought patterns started to flow through Carissa's mind. Just a few hours before, she had been male... but now, she was undeniably female. Rather than feeling a sense of loss, though, Carissa had a great appreciation for herself and a renewed hope about her life. She could leave all of Carl's ongoing problems behind her and approach the world with a new, optimistic outlook. For the first time in many years, Carissa felt genuinely happy. And with that incredible happiness, she felt a wave of special gratitude fill her. "Oh, thank you, thank you!" Carissa exclaimed. "I've never been so happy in my life." Just before Carissa stepped out her front door as a true woman for the very first time, she lingered for one last moment before the mirror. As she looked over her feminine figure with great approval, the words of Carl's deepest wish rang through her mind: 'Turn me into a woman.' By some mysterious quirk of the universe, Carissa had become the very woman that Carl had envisioned. And there could be no turning back. But why would she ever want to go back? The transformation put several years of unrest to bed. Gazing deep into her sparkling blue eyes, Carissa saw that she had indeed become a creature of indescribable wonder and beauty. 'I must be the luckiest woman in the world,' she mused to herself, a wide smile appearing on her supple lips. With that thought, Carissa knew she was ready for the world. She made a few final adjustments to her outfit and took a deep breath. Little did she know at that moment, but the very skirt and shirt she was wearing would quickly become her absolute favorite outfit within a month. Confidently, Carissa walked outside into the bright sunshine and happily joined the ranks of womanhood and proudly embraced her newfound femininity. *** About two years had passed since the extraordinary night that Carissa had made her wish to become a woman. Waking up early on a Monday morning, Carissa reflected back on the last two years of her life. And as she did that, she felt an inward sense of wholeness and fulfillment because all of her memories were positive. In fact, she doubted that she could even remember what it had been like to be a man. But the one thing that did stand out in her mind was the daily misery. Carl had been a troubled and uncertain man. But Carissa was now a sexy and confident woman. If her parents had been alive, they would have been especially proud of their daughter. With a wide smile, she knew her present life was immeasurably better. While in the shower, Carissa thought about the days immediately following her incredible transformation. Although the magic provided her with the most basic knowledge of womanhood, nothing could adequately prepare her for the wonderful world of femininity. It was a journey of self-discovery unlike any other, much as a newborn child explores the world with rapt fascination. Carissa cupped her perfect breasts in her small hands, thinking back on the way she quickly became used to her body's new sensations. Carissa closed her eyes and arched her back, enjoying the pleasant feeling of the warm water on her voluptuous form. While she dried off, Carissa's mind flashed back to the many times she had gone to the Lakeside Bar and Grill as a man and ended up feeling dejected every single time. But those days were now a thing of the past. Now, whenever she stopped inside the bar to have a drink after work, Carissa was inevitably the center of attention. Where Carl was reserved and timid, Carissa was outgoing and affectionate. Men and women alike started up conversations with her, and she thoroughly enjoyed being a popular part of the social milieu. Thinking back on how the men in the bar would frequently try to curry her affections, Carissa giggled softly. She understood just how powerfully sexy she was, and she derived a slight pleasure by playfully flirting with them. As she got dressed, Carissa remembered the day she interviewed for her job as an office assistant at a notable financial firm in the heart of downtown Minneapolis. She still enjoyed reading books, but that had become more of a leisure activity than a serious career. Choosing the dark blue feminine business suit she wanted to wear, Carissa thought to herself that it was not unlike the one she had worn during her interview with Mr. Linden, her current boss. She zipped the skirt in back and buttoned the jacket in front with no trouble. The tight, single-breasted blazer and short, straight skirt highlighted every graceful curve of her body, giving her an aura of both wanton sexuality and feminine professionalism. Mr. Linden was so impressed with Carissa's composure that he offered her the position on the spot. She admired her reflection in the full-length mirror, knowing full well that she had a figure far beyond the dreams of most women. But Carissa never let that go to her head, for she felt empathy for all people and a boundless appreciation for all of her blessings. She also remembered her first day of work while she put the finishing touches on her outfit. When she entered the office for the first time, she could feel the eyes of her male coworkers crawling over her body. Although it bothered her initially, the problem quickly passed. Carissa grew comfortable with the mystical effect she had on everyone and rightfully earned the respect and admiration of her coworkers and supervisors alike. It seemed as though she was close friends with everyone in the company. With that thought, Carissa put a heart-shaped pendant around her neck and strode out of the bedroom with great confidence. Her heels clicked gingerly on the hardwood floor as she headed into the kitchen. Sitting down at the table, Carissa smoothed her skirt underneath her and crossed her legs sexily, scarcely aware that she was doing it. She had become so accustomed to wearing skirts and dresses at work that she hardly ever wore anything else. Carissa unfolded the newspaper and studied the day's headlines while she sipped her morning coffee. Reading one of them, an involuntary smile of satisfaction crossed her lips: "Gender Gap Closing, Study Says." It was just further reinforcement of Carissa's idea that life as a woman was everything that it could possibly be. Noticing the time and worrying that she might be late, she quickly grabbed the variety section so she could check out the latest trends on that page later in the day. She took one more brief moment to pause in front of the mirror before picking up her purse and rushing out the front door. One of Carissa's neighbors greeted her when she walked outside to her car. "Good morning, Carissa!" he said politely. "You look especially nice today." Carissa blushed and smiled. "Thanks, Peter! I'd love to stay and talk, but I'm in kind of a hurry this morning." He loved the soothing, feminine sound of her voice. "Okay. Have a great day." "You too!" She waved to him as she turned on her heels. Peter watched Carissa as she wiggled away. He enjoyed the way her stunning form filled out her perfectly tailored suit in all the right places, especially the way the skirt's back slit fluttered about behind her as she went. He also caught a hint of her sexy perfume. Although he was happily married, he could not help but to feel a special sort of desire for Carissa. Carissa herself had a private theory that every man secretly dreamed of being with her, for she understood well that she was the complete embodiment of utter femininity. Every week, it seemed like a different man tried vying for her affections by asking her out on a date. Despite all the attention, Carissa believed that it was just another fringe benefit of womanhood. In fact, Carissa was actually very content with everything because the reality of being female just filled her with unprecedented joy. As Carissa drove to work that morning, she smiled her incredible smile and absently twirled a long lock of her hair with a slender finger. Even though it was the beginning of the week, she just could not help but to be happy because she truly loved her life. Neither the slow traffic nor the gloomy weather could shake Carissa's cheerful mood. "It's wonderful to be a woman!" Carissa said with great enthusiasm. Parking her car in a downtown garage and making her way to the IDS Tower, she just wondered if there was someone special who she could share her happiness with. **FIN**