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A Walk in the Hills Changes Everything
By Felicity Adams
I had been confused since the break up with Millie. I
thought I had loved her, but could never seem to attain the
intimacy needed to cement a long term relationship. In the
end she left me with tears in her eyes, saying that I just
didn't know what I was looking for.
As I tended to do when I was under stress and/or confused I
went for a hike up in the hills above the town. Arapaville,
the town I live in is a small town located in the foothills
of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. It is far away from the big
city and that suited me just fine. When I needed to clear
my mind and think things through, a long walk through the
hills tended to help me out.
These hills were a sacred Indian ground and according to
legend, mystical energies ran strong in them. I had never
had much use for magic and didn't really believe in it,
although I did enjoy the stories about it for their
entertainment value and regional flavor.
On this particular walk I was walking faster and paying
much less attention to where I was going than ever before.
My body was in the hills briskly walking, but my mind was
back with Millie wondering what went wrong.
Millie is a wonderful person. She is bright and cheerful,
with a pretty face and a very attractive figure. Eager to
please and extremely feminine she was easy to like and
became fast friends with most people she met.
And friends we were, and also lovers too, for years. Years
and years. Last Sunday she burst into tears, told me she
was tired of waiting for me to propose to her and that even
though it broke her heart she never wanted to see me again.
With tears in her eyes, she ran out of my house and drove
off.
I stood there dumbfounded. I loved her, but wasn't "in
love" with her. As close as we were, as intimate as we
were, I could never seem to find that final spark. I felt
as if I was playing a role. And even worse, I felt as if I
was miscast. In the wrong role. As right as everything
seemed. As wonderful as our lives were. Something always
seemed not quite right.
Often as we lay together making love. As I was above her,
entering her body and feeling the pleasure of her warm, wet
opening and enjoying her gasps and moans in my mind I was
somewhere else.
In my mind, I was laying on my back. In my mind I was a
staring down past my large, firm breasts as they bounced
and jiggled. I was staring down past my flat, toned stomach
and past the trim, blonde fur between my legs. In my mind I
was staring at the rock hard cock of a gorgeous, muscular,
testosterone drenched man.
As I made love to her, I pictured myself as her.
Submitting. Being protected. Being vulnerable. Surrendering
to a man and exploding in mutual orgasmic pleasure. As she
would lay with her head between my legs and my cock sliding
in and out of her tight mouth and her warm, wet tongue
darting like an eel across the head, in my mind I would
feel a rock hard cock entering into me as my small, dainty
hands fondled and caressed the hard muscular body above me.
I had never told her of these fantasies. In fact I didn't
think too much about them myself as they tended to confuse
me and leave me wondering what was going on. You see, I
don't have any homosexual desires. The thought of man on
man sex is turn off for me. I am solidly a heterosexual and
so are my fantasies. Only in my fantasies I am in a
different role. I am the petite, desired, the seductive yet
vulnerable female. And the thought of it excited me so.
All of these thoughts swirled through my head wildly with
nothing really coalescing. Getting more and more confused
and also angrier and angrier at myself, I tired to figure
out exactly what it was that I was looking for.
Three hours or so of brisk walking had done nothing to calm
my inner turmoil. My thoughts were still boiling in a stew
of confusion as I looked up and blinked my eyes and then
realized that I had walked to a spot of the hills I had
never been to before. For the moment this took my mind off
of my troubles.
I had stumbled into a small, hidden glen with a small
crystal clear pool of water surrounded by bright green
grass that stood out looking almost neon by comparison to
the dull brown dry grass of the surrounding hills. Thick
trees blocked the view and kept the glen hidden and that is
why I had probably never seen in it before.
The water in the pool was crystal clear, transparent and
perfectly calm. As I stared into the pool I could almost
see a slight shimmering or glow. I blinked my eyes, and it
seemed to be there, but I couldn't quite focus on it.
At the same time, I could feel myself drawn towards the
water. This is hard to explain, because I had never felt
anything like it before. As I looked to the water it seemed
to call to me. I yearned to swim in those waters. I walked
to the edge and stared inside the pool. In my own
reflection, I could see my pupils were wide open as I
stared transfixed into this perfect, shimmering pool of
water.
Numbly and without the fear or caution that I should have
felt, I took off my shirt and shoes. I had a pair of shorts
on underneath my jeans, so I left those on as well as my T-
shirt. Walking slowly and deliberately like a zombie, I
entered the water and walked out to the center of the pool.
I took a deep breath and submerged myself.
As I entered the water, I opened my eyes and I noticed that
the perfect still water was starting to get cloudy and the
calm stillness was broken as ripples formed in the water.
My vision blurred as my glasses fell off and then I felt a
sensation not unlike falling, which was interrupted by my
feeling my body heat up and convulse I felt my muscles
stretching and contracting and my skin itched everywhere.
At this point my trance was broken and I tried to get back
to shore.
When it seemed like I was about to faint from fear and
exhaustion, I reached the edge and fell on the grass. I
passed out and collapsed with my face buried in the deep
green grass.
Judging by the position of the sun, I must have been out
for about an hour or so. I stared at the hills around me
and at the glen and I marveled at how crystal clear it all
looked. My glasses were an old prescription and things had
been starting to get a bit fuzzy, but all of a sudden it
was as if they were brand new again. I could see crystal
clear all the way to the horizon and could focus with
clarity on the clouds far above. I could not remember the
last time my glasses had been this good.
I reached up to take them off so I could take a look at
them, when two things happened. First, I realized that I
was not wearing them, as my hand brushed against my empty
nose, I remembered them falling off in the pool.
Secondly, I saw my hand. It wasn't the rough, mildly hairy
appendage that I had known and carried with me my whole
life. Instead I saw a small, slender, hairless delicate
hand with neatly trimmed and manicured nails set with a
tasteful red color polish. A thin delicate wrist attached
this feminine hand to an arm with a bicep so small as to
seem invisible even when I flexed my now smooth, hairless
arm.
I gasped and started to get scared as my gaze continued up
my arm and past my small, rounded shoulders and onto my
torso. My white tee shirt had transformed. It was still a
white tee shirt, but now it was a stylish, feminine one
trimmed with lace and thin. Pushing up through this tee
shirt were a pair of rather large, perfectly round, very
firm, breasts with the nipples pushing through and the rest
of the breast following to make a luscious curve through
the fabric of the tee shirt. Only it was me I was looking
at.
The T-shirt was doing an admirable job of holding in my now
enlarged chest. I marveled at how the thin material
stretched and followed the shape of my perfectly formed new
chestpuppies. Looking further down, I could see my shorts
had transformed also and the pastel blue ones I wore now
were probably a size too small as they wrapped themselves
around my curvaceous hips and flat stomach.
I saw my reflection in the pool and gaped and the
incredible vision of feminine perfection that looked back
at me. I gasped as I realized that was ME that I was
looking at. The fiery red medium length hair. The beautiful
face with pouting, full lips and sparkling green eyes. The
incredible chest with those 36Ds floating above my now flat
stomach. A quick look behind me confirmed that I was now
giving J Lo some competition in the ass department.
I should have been scared. I should have been angry. I
should have been apprehensive. I must admit, I was a bit
apprehensive. But I was also curious and in awe. I noticed
that the clothes I had taken off and thrown on the ground
had remained unchanged while all of the ones I wore changed
with me to match my new shape and gender.
My jeans were far too big for me now, as were my shoes. I
frowned as thought of the prospect of hiking back for miles
in shoes far too large for my feet entered my head. My feet
would become blistered and bleeding. I thought about going
back inside the pool and seeing if it would change me back,
but somehow I knew it wouldn't change me again. For some
reason, I seemed contented by that thought.
Looking back into the water, I stared at my round beautiful
bosoms. I slid up my shirt and rubbed my hand across them
and fondled myself. I pinched my nipple and moaned in
pleasure as I felt it stiffen. At the same time, I started
feeling a warmth between my legs and slight dampness. I
slid down my shorts, and underneath them I smiled at the
sight of the delicate, silk panties that perfectly
surrounded my waist.
Slipping my thumbs under the elastic band, I pulled them
off and then completely removed my shirt. I could hear a
roaring in my ears as I slid my hands across my breasts and
caressed myself while I teased and pinched my nipples. The
warm dampness in my crotch got warmer and damper.
Finally, as my anticipation built to a near crescendo, I
slid first one finger then a second into the now well
lubricated slit that was covered by the fur between my
legs. I moaned louder and louder as my index finger
discovered my new, but very sensitive clitoris.
After about ten minutes of fondling and pinching and
sliding my two fingers into and out of my hot and wet
pussy, I started shaking and convulsing as I spun from one
to two to three orgasms in less than 2 minutes of time.
As I lay gasping on the ground I could see stars spinning
in my eyes and I felt dizzy. What a rush, I thought. I had
never had an orgasm like that. It just went on forever.
Just thinking about it seemed to trigger a mini orgasm in
me as I smiled and started to realize this change might
have some benefits more than just not needing glasses any
more.
I would need to get downhill, back to my car and figure out
how to restart my life. My house, my job, all my
possessions they belonged to a guy named Jacob. I guy that
looked nothing like the stunning vision of feminine
perfection that I had become.
I tore up my old shirt and stuffed parts of it into my
shoes. I took my wallet and keys and the rest of the stuff
out of my old pants and put them in the pockets I felt
lucky to have in these skimpy, yet enticing shorts I was
wearing.
Although my feet were throbbing in pain, I was still able
to make it a mile or so before I had to stop and sit down
on an old log. I took the shoes off and looked at my feet.
I frowned as I saw three. No, four blisters and one was
bleeding. I would never make it down hill in these shoes.
I must have been sitting there moping for about an hour
when all of a sudden I was in a shadow. I looked up and saw
that in my self misery over my aching feet I hadn't noticed
a man walking up until he stood right above me and nearly
blocked out the sun with his broad shoulders.
I tried to maintain a neutral expression as my eyes started
at his feet and worked their way up. He had on hiking boots
with short socks that left his carved calves exposed just
below his incredible thighs which seemed to stretch the
legs of his shorts as he flexed them. He was wearing shorts
and had no shirt on. His chest and abdomen were bronze and
chiseled like the Greek god ideal of perfection. He had
short blonde hair, icy blue eyes, a strong chin and was
practically beaming at me as he looked down and smiled.
I had to bite my tongue and force myself not to stare as my
newly feminized body flooded me with hormones and I felt
myself wanting this man to hold me. I looked once again at
his massive, beautiful torso and then forced myself too
look into his eyes. They were blue and seemed to sparkle in
the sunlight.
"Hi there, beautiful." he said as he beamed down at me,
"You don't seem to have the right shoes for this
expedition."
I flushed with embarrassment. Whether from being called
beautiful and watching this incredible specimen of manhood
look me from top to bottom smiling as I realized he liked
what he saw or because I felt like a fool for being trapped
in the woods with the wrong shoes.
"I was swimming," I replied with a dopey smile, "when I got
to shore my shoes were missing, but I found these nearby.
They are a bit large, but I had hoped I could make it
downhill." I stared grimly at my blistered and bleeding
foot. "I was wrong."
Accepting the hand he offered me, I stood up and realized
that the top of my head barely came up to his beefy
shoulder. I craned my neck up to look at him and shrugged
in helplessness.
He smiled again and I felt warmth spread through my body
and couldn't help smiling in return. For a brief moment I
found myself wondering where all these feelings were coming
from. I had never been attracted to men. But now, I was a
woman. And since I was still heterosexual, my desires were
for a man.
"Well then," my thoughts were interrupted as he finally
spoke again, "I guess I'll just have to carry you down, my
fair damsel in distress." He bowed at the waist and I
gasped as I saw his incredible abs contract.
"You must be my Hero then," I found myself answering
softly. "Should I call you Sir Lancelot as you rescue me
and carry me in your arms through miles of hills."
He laughed. A deep rich laugh that echoed through the hills
and resonated in my soul. Truly he was man that was happy
and filled with life.
"Call me Steve," he said, "and I think I'll carry you on my
back," he added with a wink, "it is a long way down there."
Then in an instant before I could react, I saw him move
forward and I felt large strong hands on my waist. My feet
left the ground as Steve lifted me, without taking much
effort, and set me feet first on the log. I squealed in
surprise, but it happened so fast I was standing on the log
staring at the muscles on Steve's broad back in an instant.
I silently whistled to myself as I stared at the rippling
muscles and the tapered V outline of his torso. His skin
was smooth and tight and his muscles were hard and well
defined. With a smile of anticipation I jumped on the back
of my benefactor, wrapped my legs around his waste and
clasped my hands together across his chest. I sucked in my
breath as my hands slid across his muscular taut chest and
I knew he was smiling.
He walked briskly and made good time. He never seemed to
tire and he knew his way around these hills. As he wound
his way back to the base of the hills he talked about
himself. He was Gym Teacher at the local high school. He
was also the coach for the weightlifting team and was on
his summer break.
I told him my name was Felicity and changed the subject
whenever he tried to get me talk about my past. I told him
I was shy and a private person and he said he understood.
I marveled at how he never seemed to tire. I was also
starting to burn with desire from the feel of his
beautiful, muscular body flexing as he carried me. As I
clung to his back my hands felt his strong, bulging pecs
and I could feel my ample breast and nipples rubbing into
him through my thin shirt. God, I thought to myself, I am
so turned on by him.
My fantasies were interrupted as in short order we were at
the base of the hills. We weren't near my car, but we were
in front of a small house on the foothill road that Steve
said was his. He wanted me to go inside with him so he
could bandage my feet before we went to get my car.
We went inside his house and he set me down on his couch
and disappeared for a minute. He came back in with a first
aid kit and sat down by my feet. Taking one of my small
delicate feet in his giant hands he cleaned the blisters
and put a band aid on each one. In short order he had both
of my feet cleaned and bandaged.
"You're pretty handy," I said as felt the pain in my feet
slowly start to subside.
He just smiled back at me and gently stroked the skin on my
calves. He rubbed the edge of his hand just slightly at the
edge of the skin on my legs. Although he just barely
touched me as he stroked my legs, I felt electricity at his
touch. I could feel warmth throughout my body and a sense
of desire rippled through me.
I nodded at him in encouragement as his hands slid up my
calves and started fondling my thighs. First the outside of
my thighs and then he took a finger and slid it across my
inner thighs. I felt goose bumps ripple on my skin and I
could feel my hear beating faster and faster.
He stood up and I stood up and looked into his eyes. His
deep blue eyes. I could feel his hands on my waist as I
leaned forward and our lips touched. As I felt his tongue
enter my mouth and dance with my own wet tongue I ran one
hand across his rock hard abs and gripped his shoulder with
the other.
He rubbed my hourglass curves with his strong firm hands.
Strong, firm, yet gentle and caring. I could hear myself
breathing harder. I could feel him pulling my tee shirt
off. I feel his thumbs hook inside my shorts and panties
together and slide them off.
Suddenly I am standing in all of my newfound feminine
glory. Naked with my heaving, round perfect, 36d chest
glistening with sweat as Steve, my recent rescuer leans
forward sweeps me into his rippling, muscled arms and
carries me to the back of the house.
"God, you are so sexy," he breathes at me as he carries me
down the hall and kicks open a door.
He lays my naked heavily breathing body on the bed.
He stands in the doorway with his perfectly muscled,
chiseled body silhouetted in and as he removes his shorts,
I see the shadow of his rock hard cock and I gasp as I
realize how big it is and where it is going.
"Oh baby, I want you, Oh baby, I need you," Steve says as
he lays his now naked body on the bed above me and I look
at the desire burning in his eyes.
In that instant I think about my new petite female body
about 5'5" and 115 pounds and Steve's rippling male body
6'4" and of Olympian proportions. He's twice my weight,
five times stronger than me and he is burning with a desire
to have me, I couldn't even begin to stop him even if I
wanted to.
Luckily I had no desire to stop him.
As he lay down on the bed, I snuggled up to him, wrapped my
arms around him and then started kissing him. I ran my
hands down his chest and across his back. I felt the
muscles in his waist and I flexed his hard firm ass with my
hands all while kissing firmly and tenderly and feeling our
tongues dance together.
His hands were busy as well as he pinched my nipples,
cupped my breasts. I felt him slide his hands down to my
ass and then I purred as he squeezed both of my cheeks
tightly with his strong, manly grip.
We continued stroking and fondling each other in an ever
increasing frenzy, finally, I feel him slide his knee in
between my legs. Gently, but firmly I feel my legs being
spread apart and Steve slide in between them. I gasp as I
feel something hard and hot slide against the fur on my
crotch.
In anticipation and apprehension I stare into his eyes. All
of my fears disappear as he says, "You are the most
beautiful and wonderful woman I have ever met," Slowly I
could feel something hot and hard edging into me as I start
breathing heavier and heavier.
"And you," I reply mainly in sighs, "are the most
incredible, hunk of a rescuer a girl could ever hope for.
Are you going to take me now or will you make me beg?" I
then stare down at our crotches where the head of his
incredible cock was just edging into my tender young slit.
I could feel my desire build as I felt him entering into
me. He needed no further encouragement as his smile beamed
down at me and I could feel him shift his weight. I gasped
and moaned in pleasure as my hands fondled Steve's chiseled
chest and slowly inch by inch he entered into me.
He had one hand fondling my breast and another rubbing my
waist. He couldn't quite fit all of his shaft inside me and
so he began to withdraw. I sighed deeply as he pulled the
head of his cock all the way to the edge of my pussy before
plunging it down hard and fast inside me again.
I stared up at his beautiful, muscular chest which looked
even better and stronger as it flexed while he plunged and
withdrew his rock hard erection inside me. On his third
entry, I gasped as I finally felt ALL of him enter me. "You
seem to be scraping bottom" I gasp.
He grins even further and I lose my ability to speak as he
plunges himself deeper and faster inside me. He plunges
faster and deeper and I moan louder and breathe faster.
Soon I loose my ability to think as the only thing that
exists in my entire universe is this incredible physical
specimen of a man who has rescued me and then delivered me
to this new joy.
I felt his tempo increase yet again and I saw his eyes
start to roll back in his head. At the same time I felt
myself begin to shake and convulse in pleasure as my pussy
struggled to grab his cock tighter and tighter. With a
final push I feel him ram the farthest into me yet and then
he grabs my waist with both hands and I stare into his eyes
as I feel him pull me towards him and then a wet, hot
stream of lava explodes inside my pussy. I gasp again and
moan loudly as we both simultaneously orgasm.
After resting a bit, Steve and I make love again... And
then again. Finally we are toot tired to go on and I could
hear him snoring before long. I smiled to myself as I
realized I had tuckered the poor thing out. Twice my weight
and drenched in testosterone and totally drained.
I continued to smile as I realized, I did not know what
life held for me now, but somehow it seemed, Steve and I
would find a way to make it work out.
I felt contentment settle over me like a warm blanket as I
snuggled in close to "my man". I had to make sure I woke up
first in the morning, so I can crawl under the covers and
give him a proper wake up call.
Fini... or is it???
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