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Disclaimer: The usual boilerplate! if you're underage, stop reading (and how did you get a hold of this in the first place), if you're offended by transgendered or transsexual ideas, stop reading, and if you're unlikely to enjoy erotic descriptions of sex, stop reading. Mentor By Patricia Ashley Beakman had often felt out of place in her first year of college. She was pretty but not quite beautiful, her red hair and green eyes tempered by an angular face and sharp features. She was slender, but shapely, with small, high breasts, a small waist, and generously flaring hips. She had blossomed very late in life, and she had only just moved from an A cup to a B when she got to college. At first, she thought it was simply the freshman fifteen, but she didn't seem to be gaining weight anywhere else, so she bought new bras and hoped the growth spurt wouldn't last long. While she was in high school, she had toyed with being a Goth, black lipstick, clothes, etc., but when she got to college the adolescent rebellion had given way to a more mature exploration of her own identity and spirituality. Wicca was a safe haven for her, very woman centered, nurturing, and the used bookstore near campus had a room where a local coven met. The coven was small, and she was the only undergraduate member, but they adopted her like a younger sister. The members of her coven were her only real friends at school, as her roommate was little more than an annoying bimbo who only cared about how much the boys liked her. In fact, few people had ever been able to get close to Ashley. One exception was one of her history professors. John Adamson was a recent widower at 47 years old, who like Ashley, was good-looking but not quite handsome. He was beginning to gain weight around his middle, and his short cropped, graying hairstyle made him look like a refugee from the military rather than a fairly liberal leaning professor, which is where his natural political and intellectual bent actually lay. His wife had died of breast cancer a year ago, and he was not in any mood to rejoin the ranks of the desperately dating. After a few months of quiet morning, he had thrown himself into his work as a way of coping with his loss. Despite, rather than due to, his loss, John was an excellent teacher. His was an open, empathetic style to which most students responded warmly. One of his particular favorites this fall term was Ashley, a cute, slender redhead who sat near the front of the classroom. She had an open, curious energy about her, childlike without being childish, and she often stayed after class, asking him thought provoking questions about history, or sharing some new triumph she had experienced in another class. As the semester progressed, Ashley came to look upon Professor Adamson as a friend and a mentor. He was one of the few people who both really understood why she might wear a pentagram and was not offended by her choice in religion. When the semester was over, Ashley continued to visit John, though she was no longer his student. She had declared a major in Women's studies, much to her parent's regret. For his part, John was glad of her frequent company. They did lunch once a week, with Ashley peppering the conversation with questions about his past. How did he meet his former wife? How did he know that 'she was the one?' John always answered her questions politely, never letting her see the pain that still simmered just below the surface. Ashley was still sorting out how she felt about life, her self, and her mentor. She knew that she was attracted to him, but not in a way that her roommate went ga-ga over boys. It wasn't a sexual thing, but more of a deep affection, a respect and admiration for his life, values, and curiosity. She hoped she was as interesting to her mentor as he seemed to her. John, on the other hand, found solace in her enthusiasm and youthful energy. He resented what life had recently handed him, namely the loss of his wife and his own advancing age. While he had been happy with Meg, his former wife, they had never been magical, ecstatic, or any of the other superlatives John had hoped for in his life. He also resented the loss of his own vitality, though he never said anything about it. Just to tie his shoes without a twinge of pain would have been a quite joy for him. Ashley, despite her youth, seemed to hold some promise of that happiness. John, however, had strict boundaries between what students and professors could share. She had an old soul in a young body, but she was off limits, as far as he was concerned. In early March, Ashley found an old and ancient book in a back room of the bookstore where her coven met, "Rites for Eostre." The book was loosely bound in worn leather, and the writing was a mixture of Latin, Saxon, and English. There were hand-written notes scribbled in most of the margins, many of which were phonetically English, but literally a language she could not recognize. She later showed it to John one blustery pre-spring day while they shared their customary lunch. "Do you have any idea who Eostre is?" she asked. "No, but we can look it up easily," John responded. With that, he pulled his laptop out onto the table, signed into the restaurant's wireless network, and Googled "Eostre." "She's an ancient goddess of springtime, and the rites for her are the progenitors of the Easter Bunny," he reported. "Cool," Ashley gushed as she scooted her chair around the corner to share a look at his computer. "She symbolized new life and fertility. Do you have any idea what these notes mean?" she asked, pointing to the hand written notes. "No, but there are quite a bit of them," he noted as he flipped through the ancient book. "This book might be worth something on E-Bay," he suggested. "I'm not ready to sell it," she stated firmly. "I just bought it a few weeks ago. Besides her feast day is this weekend, right? It's the Vernal Equinox this Saturday, the 21st." "You're right, it is," John exclaimed. "Maybe we should honor Eostre for bringing you into my life, for creating new life for me." "And the fertility part?" Ashley teased? John blushed. While it was clear there was some sort of attraction between the two, he was not going to pursue any kind of sexual relationship with a student. He reached for his water glass, trying to think of something to deflect the conversation. "I'm just teasing," she chided him. "Besides, I don't even know if I like boys. Oh, I can't believe I just said that." John looked up in surprise, and knocked his water glass into her lap. Ashley jumped up in surprise, the water a dark stain on her pants. The other patrons smiled indulgently at the young girl as she squealed with the shock of the cold water. She quickly sat down and pulled her napkin into her lap. "I'm so sorry," he stammered. "What can I do to make it up to you?" She looked at him intently for a moment, and then asked, "Come with me this Saturday to celebrate Eostre's day." "What?" John demanded. Ashley arched a slim eyebrow, pointing to her soaked lap, reminding him of his debt. "Where and when?" he laughed, surrendering to her pressure. "Noon. The woods south of campus," she said. "Wear comfortable clothing," she said with a sly smile. After waiting for John to think about why she might make that request, she added, "We won't be doing skyclad, don't worry." "I wasn't worried," he retorted. ***** Saturday turned out to be a glorious spring day, a brilliant sun, a gentle breeze, and a cloudless sky. Ashley had spent the rest of the week pouring over the book, trying to make sense of it. She had cobbled together, with the help of Betsey, one of the women in her coven, a series of chants and poems, some in English, and some in the gibberish that was neither Latin nor anything else. She had made a wreath of flowers for John to wear, and she had invited her circle, the entire coven, to help create the ceremony. As they gathered in the wooded glade, John noted that he was the oldest person in the group, and one of only two men. There were three female graduate students, two female professors whom John didn't recognize, another man, and Ashley. The only other male approached him. "Hi, I'm Jeff, Jeff Nederlink. I'm Ann's husband, the group's warlock," he said extending a hand out to John while nodding at the attractive older blond who was talking to Ashley. "We've heard a lot about you from Ashley." "Hopefully, it's all good," said John. "Oh, she thinks the world of you," he smiled. "Don't worry, nothing we do here today will weird you out. Ashley has created some sort of ceremony to honor Eostre out of that book she found." "Have you read through that book?" asked John. "I skimmed through it," laughed Jeff. "It looks pretty harmless. Ashley highlighted all the parts where Eostre was giving her blessing on someone or something and that is what she wants to do for you." "Put Eostre's blessing on me, eh?" said John as he smiled at the excited Ashley who was busy organizing everyone in a circle, handing them little bits of paper. She smiled back and gave a little wave, and went back to explaining to Ann what she needed her to do. "The ancient Goddess of fertility and springtime, her blessing may be just what an old guy like me needs." As they talked while Ashley made last minute preparations, John learned that Jeff taught in the math department, which he found fascinating, a mathematician who practiced Wicca. "Ann's idea, I'm afraid," Jeff explained. "She's the spiritual guru, you know, she's an artist," he joked. "She teaches in the fine arts department." Jeff quickly explained who everyone else was as John donned the simple white robe that they were wearing. He tied the robe closed with the green cord that was sewn into the side and moved into his position when Ashley pointed to his spot. The group gathered in a circle, with John on the Eastern point, Ashley on the Southern, Ann holding the North, and Jeff on the Western. John tried to match up Jeff's quick explanations with the people he now saw gathered in a circle. In between Ann and John stood Jordan, a graduate student in psychology. She was tall, willowy, and very beautiful with intense dark eyes and jet-black hair. She looked like a model but was every inch an intellectual, according to Jeff, and disliked it when people used her beauty as an excuse to ignore her brains. To John's left stood Lorraine, a transfer student from France who was a teaching assistant in the modern languages department. Lorraine was a petite brunette but very curvy, with large brown eyes, a generous mouth, and an infectious giggle. Lorraine was the opposite of Jordan's cool beauty; Lorraine oozed sexuality with her large breasts, slim waist, and wide hips. Across from John, between Ann and Jeff stood Amanda "Call me Mandy," a graduate student in woman's studies. She had light blonde hair, curly, who looked every inch the radical, hippy, feminist. She had rose-colored granny glasses, a peasant blouse that draped over a figure that was pleasingly plump rather than overweight, and a tie-died skirt that was muddy because it was too long and dragged on the ground. Finally, there was Betsy, short for Elizabeth, who was the other female adult in the group. Betsy, who taught English, looked like your typical mom, ready to pick up the kids from soccer practice. According to Jeff, however, Betsy was anything but a typical mom. She was unmarried, tenured, and an expert in Celtic literature. She had been helping Ashley put together the ceremony. Ashley, the group's only redhead, took the lead, walking around the entire circle, sprinkling water while invoking the blessings of earth, wind, water, and fire, closing the circle from harm and seeking only the good. Ann came forward and lit the small candle in the center of the circle, asking for the light of knowledge and for the wind to carry their prayers to the gods and goddesses. Next Jeff took his athame, his ceremonial dagger, and pierced the ground in the center of the circle, invoking the bones of the earth to join in their circle and make it complete. John felt a tingle surge through him, and he became aware of something behind him, but he could not bring himself to turn around. The women all then raised their hands towards the center, chanting a mixture of gibberish and English. John could surmise that they were welcoming him into their circle and that Ashley had brought him before their community and their Goddess for a blessing. There was an odd energy in the air, and John was a little uncomfortable, but glancing around, he saw no one else seemed worried, and Ashley positively beamed. "In honor of the rising sun, the east, we ask that John be blessed with new life, a new dawn of happiness that he has long deserved," chanted Ashley, her arms out stretched. "We now offer gifts from our selves, qualities we have and can share with John, in honor and sacrifice to Eostre." Ashley paused and then took a step inside the circle, "Here me now! I give the vitality of my youth; Eostre, like me, give your energy to John so that he may be youthful, healthy, and happy for many years to come." John was touched by the sincerity in her voice, and he felt a tear start to form at the corner of one eye. He was almost moved to say something, but then Betsy took a step forward and started her chant. "Here me now! I give freedom from debt; Eostre, like me, give to John the same financial resources that I have and the peace of mind that freedom will bring," Betsy said with a smile. John smiled back in acknowledgement. Betsy had inherited a small but respectable fortune, and if Eostre heard this plea, John would be very happy indeed. Jeff then stepped forward. "Here me now! I give the prophesy of a new love; Eostre, like you have given me Ann, give to John a mate with whom he can grow old," he chanted as Ann and he shared a loving glance. "Here me now!" shouted Mandy, her hair and breasts bouncing with equal abandon as she stepped into the smaller circle now forming around the candle and dagger. "I give the gift of nurturance; Eostre, like me, share with John the ability to provide sustenance, spiritual, emotional, and physical to his friends and lovers," chanted Amanda, her impressive bust ironically heaving with each word. John hoped that Eostre wasn't going to take that one as literally as it sounded. "Here me now! I give an artist's eye; Eostre, like me, share with John a clarity of vision, a knowledge of color and form, that my years have discovered in art," chanted Ann. "Here me now! I give beauty; Eostre, like me, share with John a boon of physical beauty and a ward against age and unattractiveness, that he may bring pleasure to those who look upon him," chanted Jordan as she took a graceful step forward. "Here me now! I give sensuousness; Eostre, like me, share with John the gift of physical pleasure that needs neither a beginning nor an end," chanted Lorraine in her charming French accent. "Eostre, grant him the power, as you have shared with me, of pleasing others while pleasing himself." John was so surprised with each new gift that he felt his heart was going to burst. Before Ashley could speak again, John felt compelled to add to the circle and stepped forward. "Here me now! I give myself; Eostre, like me, share my gifts with these, my new friends; make me an instrument of their blessings too," he implored. There was a pause as no one expected John to contribute, but smiles and nods quickly indicated that he had done well. There was a pause, and then everyone chanted, "So mote it be!" There was a palpable change in the air as they clapped their hands together as one. A sudden breeze snuffed out the candle, and Ashley released the circle. As they were done, Ashley directed everyone over to a blanket near the edge of the clearing where she had picnic food waiting for them. As they took off their ceremonial robes, John looked more closely at the people who had offered such gifts to him. They were an altogether handsome and beautiful group. He was surprised that Ashley had found herself a member of such a community. Normally students seemed to be concerned only with partying and sex, but here was a group of intelligent, passionate people who really seemed to care about each other and their world. "So, John, if this all works, we will be back for Beltaine for a handfasting?" teased Betsy. "When is Beltaine?" asked John. "In May, which is why so many weddings are in May and June. It is the marriage feast of the god and goddess," she continued. "I would be surprised if the goddess worked that quickly," said John. "Would you also be pleased?" she asked with a smile. "I have been alone for some time," said John with a small sadness in his voice. "But I would welcome a new love, so yes, I would be pleased." "Even if it were a young one," she asked with a nod towards Ashley. "Oh, but! No! I! " stuttered John. "Yes, I know the barriers between students and their professors. And I admire your dedication to those ethics," Betsy said gently. "But in my experience, the goddess cares not for such distinctions." "I have a great deal of affection for Ashley," John explained. "But some things I cannot and will not do." "We shall see," Betsy said to herself as she watched John go to Ashley. "Perhaps not May, perhaps June." **** After a few weeks, John didn't give that Saturday a second thought. He and Ashley continued to have lunch, and he even attended a few circles at the book shop. Ashley had not brought the book back to any subsequent meeting, and by late April, she seemed like she was hiding something. When pressed, she only told John that she only hoped that her efforts would only produce good, and not harm. "The rule of return is that any evil deed will return back to me threefold," explained Ashley to John one day at lunch. "But you didn't ask for any harm," John interrupted. "What are you worried about?" "I am not sure, but I have this weird feeling that something I don't understand happened on that Saturday," she worried. "Ashley, that was over a month ago, and nothing bad has happened," John exclaimed. "Yea, but nothing good either," she said. "You worry too much," chided John. "Besides, don't they say that God helps those who help themselves? Maybe the goddess needs some help too." "Like, what?" asked Ashley. "Like me working out or exercising," John wondered. "Youth, energy, good looks, riches, all that takes effort, and I guess I should start working on it myself too. We can't let the gods do everything for us," he finished with a smile. "I go for walks every day," she offered. "Ashley, I am your friend and your mentor. I can't be anything more than that." John countered. "I wasn't talking about anything other than friendship," she argued. "I like my early morning walks, alone or with someone else, it doesn't matter. Besides, it is not like you're my professor anymore or anything." "Ashley, I'm almost 30 years older than you are, and I like you too much to even think about anything else other than friendship," John said. "Then we are in perfect agreement," Ashley said, grabbing her Diet Coke for a long sip in punctuation. "Besides, we've already established that I don't like boys, I thought I told you that." "Oh?" John stammered. "I don't, ah, actually recall you making that official." "Well, it's true," she pouted. "As much as I really like you, and I do really like you, you couldn't be anything more than a friend to me anyway." "I don't know if I'm relieved or disappointed," John teased. "You had better be both," Ashley said with a grin. "Now, where are we going to find ourselves some proper mates! An old one for you and a young one for me?" **** As the semester wound down, John got busy with grading term papers and final exams. He worked long hours, and was only occasionally able to meet with Ashley for their morning walks. John was feeling like he had more energy, and he was having to tighten his belts on his pants as the pounds started to melt away, even though he wasn't really working out very hard. He noticed that his hair was growing quickly, and it seemed thicker than it had before. His colleagues noticed a spring in his step, and wondered what was happening. But John kept to himself, teaching his students, grading their work, and having lunch with Ashley once a week. During final exam week, Ashley told him of her summer plans. "I've been getting this intuition or message for a while. Even though my parents are against this, I am going to rent one of the houses off- campus for the summer, and stop living in the dorms. I'll look for a roommate this summer, one that acts like an adult human being rather than a party-mad animal, and then I can really concentrate on my studies in the fall," she told John. "What will you do for money?" asked John. "I've got a job at the local art store," she explained. "Ann helped me get that job, and it's just enough so that I can get by." "Ah, that's great!" John said. "So what other plans are you cooking up?" "Well, for starters, we can walk every morning and have lunch every day because you're not teaching!" she exclaimed. "You little minx," John smiled. "How did you find that one out?" "Ann and Betsy told me," she giggled. "Betsy says to tell you that you are supposed to let me badger you into this, and that she will chaperone if you need the help." "Chaperone?" John sputtered. "Now, what the heck is that supposed to mean?" "Betsy was worried that you would be too chicken to let the goddess do her work, and that by chaperoning she would help you protect your reputation," Ashley continued. "No funny business between professors and students, as you always say, but she said we wouldn't have to worry about it." "Yea, well Betsy can have all the lunches and walks with you that she wants, and no one will say a word because you're both girls," complained John. "So, are we walking, or not?" challenged Ashley. "I suppose we are," John agreed with a smile. "But I think my reputation can handle walks without a chaperone." ***** After school was out, John, Jeff, Ann, and Betsy helped Ashley move into her new home. Her parents had cut her off, more or less, and told her that she had to pay for her off campus housing without their help. They didn't approve of her major, her religion, or her sexuality, but she was still their daughter. They would help with tuition, but everything else, books, food, fun, was up to her. Her boss had been very pleased with Ashley's work at the art store so far, and had made her one of the assistant managers so that she could earn enough money to pay her own way. John even gave Ashley some old furniture that he wasn't using to help furnish the small house. "So, John, you've lost some weight," noted Betsy. "Yea, it just seems to be melting off even if I'm not doing anything to deserve it," he said. "Well, once you start walking everyday, you'd be surprised how quickly you will find yourself in a new shape," she said. "Well, if I lose any more weight, I'm going to need to buy a whole new wardrobe," joked John. "That's not such a bad idea," Betsy teased. "You are in danger of becoming a stuff professor with patches on your jackets." John met Ashley the next morning for their first summer walk. He had trouble getting his shoes to fit comfortably, and he was wearing two socks. His sneakers were old, and so he thought they were simply stretching out faster than he thought. He wore sweat pants and a tee shirt, not wanting to expose his ash-white legs too long hidden from the sun. Ashley had her hair in a ponytail and was wearing a simple halter top and shorts that emphasized her elfin qualities. John couldn't help but to admire her slender neck, her graceful arms, very small waist, and gently sloping hips. An ass that was shapely without being too much of a good thing sat gracefully atop her long legs, pale and pink with her redhead's coloring. Her green eyes sparkled in the morning sunlight, and John knew that despite all the rational reasons against such feelings, that he was falling for her in a big way. "So, where are we off too?" he asked trying to cover his twitching crotch. "The river and then back?" Ashley said as she purposefully ignored John's obvious attraction to her. She felt secretly thrilled that the one person whom she felt closest to thought she was sexy, but worried that she didn't think he was one bit sexy. She strode off at a quick pace, leading the way, checking with a toss of her head to see if John was following. John admired her walking away, and blushed when she caught him looking at her. He ran a few quick steps to catch up and then fell into pace beside her. They walked for about fifteen minutes in silence. John was happy to not talk as he sorted through all the thoughts and feelings that were racing through his head. He felt exhilarated in an odd way, like energy was literally coursing through him. "Your hair is getting longer," noted Ashley, startling John out of his reverie. "Yes, it's been growing very fast," John agreed. "I've also been losing weight." Ashley turned to look up at him closely as they strode side-by-side. "Do you normally wear heels or lifts?" she asked. "No, why do you ask?" queried John. "Well, it just seems like you are shorter; I don't have to look so far up to you as I did last week," she noted. "And here I thought it was you that was getting taller," John joked. "No, I'm serious," Ashley retorted. "You are shorter. Your hair is longer than it was ten minutes ago. Look at your sneakers." John looked down and saw that his sweatpants were pooled above his sneakers. He stopped and turned to Ashley. "Wait, this is too weird. My pants fit fine this morning, and now they look like they are two inches too long." "Oh my, your eyes!" exclaimed Ashley. "What? What's wrong with my eyes?" demanded John. "They're blue!" she explained. "Impossible!" John argued. "I have brown eyes." "Not anymore," Ashley said. "How do you feel?" "Feel?" asked John. "I feel fine. In fact, I feel great, like I've got energy to spare." "Well, something is happening to you," Ashley said with a worried tone. "It's almost like I can see your changing. I think we should get back to the house." "Honestly, I don't feel bad at all," John argued. "In fact, I am really enjoying this morning walk. The air feels so fresh, the sunlight warm, the river is beautiful, and so are you." "But you're really changing," Ashley said. "Your hair is even longer, and your face is different." "Different?" asked John. "Yes, even standing here, it's almost like I can see it happening," Ashley said with a mixture of wonder and worry. "You look! younger." "Maybe it's all the blessings," said John. "They are finally kicking in." "Yea, but this is like miraculous," she exclaimed. "You're really changing, not just getting healthy. Look, in the last few minutes, you've shrunk down almost to my height." "Oh goddess, you're right!" John exclaimed as he noticed that he was now only an inch or two taller than she was. "How tall are you?" "I'm 5'7" and you must be 5'8 or 9," she said. "Are you sure you feel O.K.?" "Yes, I feel great," said John. "I know I ought to be worried about what's happening, but I can't bring myself to feel anything other than an incredible joy." Ashley stared at John's now brilliantly blue eyes set wide in his increasingly youthful face. She saw no fear in his eyes, but could see only happiness and something else. Oh, yes! Her heart leapt inside her chest as she realized that John wasn't merely getting younger, he was getting more feminine. "John, I don't think you're just getting younger and shorter," she said hesitantly. "I think you're getting more feminine." "What, like I'm turning into a woman?" asked John without concern. "Maybe," Ashley worried. "Remember all those gifts, most of them were from women, myself included. Oh, John I thought those gifts would be metaphorical, not actual." John looked at Ashley's concern for him and wondered if he should be more worried about the situation. He didn't feel weird or sick or anything but the beauty of the morning and Ashley's warmth and love for him. His pants were now covering his sneakers, and he could wiggle his toes inside his double socks and sneakers. He remembered back to all the gifts, youth, no debt, a mate, nurturance, beauty, and sensuousness. He had then given these gifts back to everyone in the group, or promised to become an instrument for the happiness of others. He understood what was happening, and to his own amazement and relief, he welcomed the thought of transformation. "Ashley, I'm not worried. I'm really not worried. You wanted only good things for me, and I think I'm getting them," John consoled her. "You're right, I am getting more feminine. In fact, I'm becoming a girl." "But what will happen to you? Your job, your work?" asked Ashley. "I don't know, but we can worry about that later," assured John. "Now, I have to roll up my sweatpants, and I think I'm going to have to borrow a scrunchie for this hair," he said as he bent over at the waist, something he couldn't have done a few minutes ago, his hair now falling into his face, a rich shade of yellow that looked like summer straw. He rolled the pants up several times, exposing a now slender ankle, and pulled the drawstring tighter around his shrinking waistline. "I believe that you and I are walking?" he said has he now sauntered off, his hips swaying in a way that was distinctly feminine, and the sight of which set off bells and whistles in Ashley's head. Ashley's heart leapt again! She was attracted to John, or to the girl that John appeared to becoming! She dashed up to him/her and slapped his butt playfully. "Not a bad ass for an old guy," she teased. "Not nearly as nice as yours," he countered, brushing his still growing hair from his face. "So, are you ready for this change?" he asked. "Ready? You didn't get a good look at your ass from behind! If what I think is happening, then we both get our blessings!" she said as she reached behind her to loosen one of the two scrunchies she was using to keep her wild, curly red hair in check. She handed one to John, and watched with amusement as he struggled to tie back his quickly growing hair. "You want help with that?" she asked. "No, I've got to learn how to do this myself, don't I?" "I suppose," she agreed. "But we are going to have an awful mess when we get back to the house." "Why is that?" John asked as he finally got his hair into the scrunchie, and let it flop down his now slender back. He could feel it on his shoulders and where it tickled his lower back as he walked with energetic steps, his wider hips swaying back and forth. "Because I am going to jump your body the moment we get through that door. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are becoming with each step you take?" she asked. "No, but if I am half as beautiful as you are, then I'll be happy," he countered. He looked down at what was clearly a young girl's body dressed in her father's workout clothes. He could begin to feel his breasts rise beneath the now loose tee shirt. The old cotton shirt felt nice as his nipples began to expand, poking little tents in his shirt. "Oh, my!" Ashley exclaimed, "You're actually growing breasts." "Yes, and it feels good," John exclaimed. He turned off the river path, rising up the embankment, feeling his breasts grow heavier and heavier with each step up the hill. Ashley seemed riveted to his chest, watching as John's breasts grew. When they got to the top, they both turned back towards her house, taking the shortest route possible. "We have got to get you off the street," Ashley chided. "Why?" asked John. "Don't I look good?" "You look beautiful," she softened. "But we are going to attract too much unwanted attention with you in those clothes. I mean, I can clearly see your nipples through that old tee shirt, and they are huge!" "They feel nice, all stiff and hard against the inside of my shirt," John teased, knowing he was driving Ashley crazy. "They aren't the only ones that are stiff and hard," she teased back, thrusting her own chest forward. John looked at Ashley's chest for the first time as a lover, and noticed that her own nipples seemed larger than before. "Are you wearing a bra?" he asked. "Yes, and it's killing me," she reported. "Maybe the blessings are being shared back?" John suggested. "I am beginning to think you are correct. Can you see any other differences?" she asked. "Not really, but I've never really looked at you in this way before," John said as he drank in her beauty. "Your eyes are still green, and your hair is still red, and your smile is as pretty as always. And you're no longer forbidden to me, because I'm not me any more." "Yea, I guess you are going to have a hard time going by John. What do you want to do about that?" she asked. "I don't know. Why don't you pick a name for me?" he asked. Ashley thought about it for a few minutes as they neared her house, a small cape cod between campus and the river that she had rented. As they neared, they could see someone sitting on the steps. It was Betsy. She rose as they drew closer. "Ah, so it has begun. The book was right," Betsy said as she looked over the stunning beauty that John had become. He was about 5' 8" tall, with slender build, probably only 115 lbs, and high, firm C-cup breasts that looked larger for sitting on so slender a frame, a petite waist, and slim hips atop long legs hidden beneath ill-fitting sweatpants. His face was heart shaped, and his lips were wide and generous. He looked like a happy combination of Jordan and Lorraine, she decided. "I have come to explain some things," she said hesitantly. "There's nothing to explain," said John easily. "I was lonely, aging, and unhappy. I'm young, happy, and no longer alone," he said while reaching out to grasp Ashley's hand. The first time they touched was electric, literally. Energy surged between them, and even Betsy could see it. John gasped and closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt his hips twitch outwards and a strange pulling sensation rise upward from his groin. Ashley squeezed his hand as she felt the energy flow between them, and waited for John to open his eyes. "It is now complete," Betsy stated. "Welcome sister Elaina!" She stepped forward and hugged the new woman. Elaina felt her new breasts compressed against Betsy's own, and drank in the feelings of femininity. "How do you know my name?" Elaina asked. "The goddess is very kind to me," explained Betsy. "I can see and know many things, but not all things. I know that this morning John Adamson resigned from the university, and that a transfer student registered under the name of Elaina Johnson. You are her. You will find that all you need is within, your identification, your clothes, and your roommate, who I believe will soon be your lover," she finished as she released Elaina and gently pushed her toward the front door. "See the two of you at circle later this week?" she asked as she walked towards her car that was parked in the driveway. "Um, sure," said Ashley as she tried to digest everything that had transpired. She felt a squeeze from Elaina and looked back at the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. "Are we going inside, or should we stand here in some old guy's clothes for another hour?" Elaina teased while gently pulling Ashley towards the door. They entered the house in amazement. There was nice furniture, beautiful decorations, art work on the walls, and a cat that bounded up to Ashley and rubbed her legs. "We have a cat," she said in astonishment. "And we are rich," Elaina noted as she surveyed the artwork on the walls. She walked over to a purse she knew was hers and opened it up. Her driver's license reported that she was Elaina Erica Johnson, 20 years old, female, beautiful, and single. There was a letter too, which she scanned quickly. "Oh my god, Ashley. Look at this! I'm an orphan on a trust fund, that's why we have some much nice stuff." "Oh, that's terrible, you've lost your parents," Ashley said. "No, it's not. I lost my parents, my original parents a long time ago. Imagine how awkward it would be if I had to introduce myself to people who are essentially strangers to me," Elaina said. "Do you have any memories of being a young girl?" Ashley asked. "None. I still remember everything that John did," she reported. "It's strange and wonderful at the same time." "So, even though it's Elaina, you're still John on the inside?" Ashley asked. "Yes, and now I can see that I've been attracted to you from the moment I first saw you in class. I couldn't do anything then, but I can now," she said as she turned to face her lover. "Yes, you can. And I was always troubled that I found you so wonderful, but not very attractive," she said as she stepped within inches of her girlfriend. "And now?" Elaina asked. **** {Elaina narrates}: "Now!" she closed the final distance between us and leaned forward, inching her lips closer to mine. My breath deepened, as I watched my beautiful Ashley lift her lips to mine. We were nearly the same height, and our lips lightly brushed each other's, sliding across the full expanse of my new female lips. We both swooned with pleasure as we passed our lips back over each other, tongues slipping out to wet each other, playing a gentle beautiful dance. We straightened up, looking deeply into each other's eyes. I reached to the bottom of Ashley's halter top and gently started to lift. Never breaking eye contact, Ashley lifted her slender graceful arms over her head as I lifted the flimsy garment over her head. As she let her arms fall, Ashley grabbed the remaining scruchie and pulled it from her hair. As her hair was freed, it fell across her straining bra straps all the way to her waist. "Your hair grew too," I said as I drank in the beauty of my lover and reached back to free my own newly grown mane of hair. I watched, fascinated and eager, as Ashley stepped back and reached between her breasts to unclasp her bra, freeing her now larger breasts. "Ahhhh, that feels so much better," she said while gently rubbing the marks the strap had dug into her skin. "You're way behind," she teased. I grabbed my own tee shirt and slowly and sensuously lifted the old garment above my head, feeling my breasts bobble as the bottom hem snagged on my extended nipples, lifting them slightly, and then letting them bounce as they fell free of the rising tee shirt. Ashley watched in a trance, never having seen something so sexy, so beautiful. I let the shirt fall to the ground, and pulled the drawstring on John's sweatpants. It sounds strange to say that to myself, but I'm no longer John, that's for sure. Both the sweatpants and boxers fell to the ground around my feet, and I easily stepped free of the too large sneakers and clothes, standing naked before my new lover. "Now, who is behind?" I teased. Ashley pulled her snaps open on her shorts and slammed down both panty and short in one motion, pulling her feet from her own sneakers as she too stepped naked before her lover. We each took a small step forward, drinking in each other's beauty, our breasts heaving with passion, our nipples thick and stiff, and the warm musky sent rising from below. Ashley leaned forward slightly so that our nipples touched. We both gasped as the pleasure from the gentle teasing caresses sent shock waves through out our bodies. I pressed forward, and kissed her deeply, and the teasing of our nipples replaced by the grinding passion of our embrace. Tongues and breasts, hips and legs sliding past each other in a rapturous, full body kiss. Ashley broke from kissing my lips, and began kissing down the side of my face to my neck, and she didn't stop there! I felt tinglings that I had never felt before explode inside of me. I was so excited. As her head moved lower, I could smell the scent of the shampoo that Ashley had used that morning before the walk. I ran my fingers through the soft, curly hair as Ashley continued to rain kisses on my shoulders and upper breasts, gasping with pleasure as Ashley kissed her way directly in between my breasts, her cheeks brushing the sides of my new formed mounds. However, before continuing onto one of them, or heading down farther, she abruptly stopped. I pleaded, "Please don't stop." Very breathily, Ashley promised, "I think we should do this in the bedroom. This is not the best place," she nodded towards the picture window that still showed a beautiful morning sun, and a thankfully empty street. "Besides, I have to pee," she explained. "Are you sure it's not something else you're feeling?" I teased? "I'll meet you in the bedroom," she promised. "Now, girl, get upstairs," she said laughing at my grin. Again going hand in hand, they both walked upstairs to the master bedroom, unsurprised by the beauty and richness of the furnishings. Ashley ducked into the bathroom, and I walked to the bed. Although my stomach was certainly tight in anticipation, the only thing on my mind was pleasing and being pleased by Ashley. Time seemed to stand still, as I heard the shower start. "Are you trying to kill me?" I asked through the closed door. "I didn't know I was going to be entertaining the love of my life when I got ready for our morning walk. I want our first time to be perfect," she explained. "Don't worry; it will only be a minute. Get in bed and wait for me!" I reluctantly got in bed. In restlessness, I stroked my body mindlessly. My hands ran across my soft skin, stimulating every inch in their wake. I was feeling things I never thought I could, in places that I never thought I would possess. I imagined Ashley's soft touch as I continued, testing each new feeling and sensation my new body was sending to my brain. I continued to roam across my body, as I thought about her sweet kisses on my body as I explored: on the nape of my neck, on my thick nipples, on my tight stomach. I exhaled deeply as my imagination filled with images and imagined feelings of Ashley's sweet sex; and without thought, my legs spread and my fingers were gently brushing my most new, most strange-yet-wonderful, erogenous of areas. Tinglings radiated throughout my body. As I gently rubbed the area above my budding clitoris, playfully teasing myself, I shuddered and breathily called out Ashley's name. "I'm hurrying as fast as I can," her voice floated back from the bathroom. "Just a few more minutes." I slipped a finger inside me, collecting what seemed an enormous amount of lubrication from my damp vagina. As my finger stretched my labia, tugging at my stiff clitoris, I moaned. With that, I forcefully pressed two of my fingers against my recently acquired pussy, and began to run up and down the length of it. I continued for several strokes, and then pressed my fingers once again into myself to reclaim the juices on the tips of my fingers. I felt my breasts pressed between my arms, beautiful breasts pushing towards the ceiling, shaking with my own passion. My nipples were like twin peaks, flag poles in the wind, sending a delicious tightness crawling down my navel to my crotch. "Hurry," I moaned. "I can hardly wait!" I returned my fingers to their original mark. With two fingers, I gently greased my clitoris with my own lubricants; and as I did, I thrust my whole body towards them. My fingers took the hint, and very directly began to focus on their new target. My teeth clenched at the overwhelming force of my deliciously embattled nerves, exuding explosive bursts of sensation throughout my loins as I slid my fingers downward, and then upwards, and then repeating those motions upon my little bud. My breathing, in time with my fighting fingers, created a slight hissing as the air escaped and returned through my gritting teeth. I could feel myself building towards an explosive end; I writhed uncontrollably, and moaned all sorts of incoherent mutterings. In the back of my mind, I really wanted to wait for Ashley, but every time that little voice told me to stop, the tension, in demand of its release, told me to continue. My first female orgasm was getting closer and closer. I could feel it closing in, and I worked as hard as I could to bring it closer. My fingers now traveled over my clitoris, and down into my vagina, bring more liquid back to my incredibly sensitive new nubbin. Over and over again, I accelerated the pace of my rubbing, dipping, rubbing. My breathing was just short of hyperventilation, and my other hand teased, pinched, and tugged at my body in random spots, turning on every little spot that I touched. As pictures of Ashley performing on me flashed through my head, the bathroom door opened. My mind didn't even comprehend what had happened at first. I just wanted to cum, so I dug at myself as hard as ever. "Oh, hon, wait for me," I heard Ashley cry as she closed the bathroom door. "Oh Ashley, oh!" I moaned. I frustratingly stopped myself just short of the Promised Land, as I watched Ashley remove her towel I trembled as she folded it, and placed it on the back of a chair. It was all that I could do to keep from finishing the job that I had started. I caught my breath as I watched Ashley. Her wet skin glistened in the light of the overhead fixture. I looked at her cute, well-trimmed pubic hair, which was just a little red tuft above her pussy. As she came towards the bed, my eyes caught her now larger breasts, slightly jiggling with each step she took. For a split second, my body took control, and I thrust my hips, trying to come into contact with any stimulus to give me pleasure, but to no avail. Ashley smiled as she slid under the covers with me. I could feel her warmth, which was almost intense. I smelled her perfumed body and shampooed hair. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close to me. "I guess I'll finish what you started," Ashley said very quietly, but with a hint of sarcastic jollity to her voice. I gathered my willpower, and replied, "Not before I'm done with you." Ashley cooed and enthusiastically forced me into a kiss. This time, her tongue was very forceful, and I knew that she was just as horny as I was. I broke away from her kissing, and rolled on top of her. I positioned myself so that I could easily kiss her body as I moved down the bed. I was a little bit nervous, as I had never done anything like this, so I was just going on what I thought that I would like. I looked down upon Ashley's breasts. I cupped her left one in my hand, and moved in to kiss it. I started below her nipple, and slowly licked, kissed, and sucked my way around the areola, avoiding her actual nipple. Ashley giggled what I could only call an erotic giggle, and as I continued to suck around her nipple, she whispered my name, making my pussy ache even more for stimulation. I finally focused on her nipple. I closed my mouth around it, sucking quite a large area of her breast into my mouth. I slowly released the vacuum hold I had created, letting the skin slowly slip through my lips. Ashley slid a hand under me, and began to rub her own pussy. She moaned lightly, and the thought of her touching herself made me hotter than ever, but I continued the slow release. Finally, her nipple slipped through my mouth with a pop. I sucked her other nipple into my mouth, but this time as I released, I very rapidly ran my tongue back and forth across the tip of her hardened protrusion. As Ashley moaned delightedly at this, I could hear her fingers rubbing about on her hot sex. I pictured her fingers in the slit, rubbing up and down, and moaned as I licked her nipple as fast as I could. I playfully licked at her nipple a few final times, before moving down her body. She removed her hand from her crotch, and began to gently caress my scalp as I slowly kissed down her stomach. The taste of her skin and the smell of her body were unbelievable! Everything about her burned me up inside. When I had kissed to her navel, I began to rub Ashley's inner thigh with one of my hands. As I first touched her there, she squeaked rather cutely and gave a little jump. Ashley's legs were spread wide, so I ran my hand very softly up and to her other thigh, coyly skipping over her vagina, giving her a taste of the frustrating longing that I was going through. As I did this, I slowed my kissing and made sure that she would feel like she was waiting an eternity until finally tasting the end of her lust. Ashley moaned every time that I closed my lips around her skin. I could feel her stomach muscles clenching with expectation as I kissed my way down. She writhed wildly under me, obviously trying to thrust herself onto my wandering hand, but never with success. I giggled every time she tried it, but she continued nonetheless. Now I could feel her pubic hair brushing my chin. I closed my mouth once again in a kiss, but this time I ran my finger of the teasing hand up the length of her pussy. It parted her lips, and I felt her slick, velvety wetness beyond. Ashley grasped a clump of my wet hair in her hand and exhaled deeply. The smell of Ashley's sex now reached my nose; it was very light, and almost unnoticeable under the perfume she had put on, but it was unmistakably there. All of my senses were taking her in, and I felt like exploding into a chaotic frenzy. My pussy was tingling so badly that I once again moaned at the thought of my impending pleasure. I rubbed my finger, now drenched in her hot juices, in circular motions around her clitoris without directly touching it. Ashley's moaning was music to my ears, which urged me to keep going. I then began to lick a trail to my final destination. I flattened my finger out on her clitoris, and forcefully rubbed her clit left and right. Ashley purred as I kissed closer and closer, inching my salivating mouth downward. When my tongue finally felt the beginning of her slit under her pubic hair, I removed my finger from her clit, and moved down to begin the final stretch of her trip to orgasm. I enclosed my lips around her clitoris, and sucked it into my mouth, quickly releasing it in the same manner that I had used on her nipples. I savored my first taste of her; it wasn't particularly a good taste, as in delicious, but in the heat of passion, the flavor was intoxicating, only adding to my enjoyment. I used both of my thumbs to spread her lips apart to get a better shot at her love center. I started by making very fast licks with my whole tongue flat on her pussy, starting at the bottom and ending at her clit. I repeated this about five times, and then commenced a regular rhythm focused upon her clit. Ashley's moaning became shorter and higher pitched as I commenced with ever increasing speed. She swayed her hips back and forth, making the bed thump as it shifted on the carpet. I had to come up for some breath, so I rubbed again with the fingers of one hand, but this time I inserted the index finger of my free hand into her vagina, slipping it slowly in and out. Looking at the action, I was transfixed by all of the movement. It really turned me on to see my fingers shifting around her flesh and flying about in that cute little mound. I kept imagining how it would feel when she did this to me. "Elaina-- Elaina-- oh-- oh-- I'm close, I'm soOOoo close!" Ashley whispered through her moans. "I'm gonna cum, Elaina, honey! Mmmm-- ELAINA!" I quickly moved back in, and sucked her throbbing clitoris into my mouth. I licked it while it was in my mouth with quite a bit of speed. I tried to create as much friction as possible without causing her pain. I pumped her warm wet hole, slipping my finger in and out and faster and faster. Ashley's muscles tensed at first, and her elevating moans became quick, soft squeals. I tried to speed up even more, but I was already moving as fast as I could. She dug her feet into the bed, and lifted her whole body into the air, and then she erupted into spasm, circling her hips in sharp bursts. It was hard to keep with her, but I did. Ashley's vaginal walls constricted and released my penetrating finger in rhythm with her thrashing body, squeezing her juices to the forefront of her canal. Her squeals had become cute growls as she forced every bit of her ecstasy into this sweet release. "Elaina, Elaina, Elaina-- Mmmmmm-- mmmmmm--" she sounded so sweet as she purred at the end of her climax. Ashley relaxed onto the bed, and her moans decreased in volume and frequency. I popped her clitoris out of my mouth, and slowly pulled my finger out of her. I relished the feeling of her pussy as it let go of my finger; seemingly anything could turn me on now. I lapped at her wetness one last time, getting a final taste of the remnants of her explosive orgasm. I crawled up Ashley's hot body, stealing a quick kiss at the side of her left breast. She looked up at me with a very kind smile. She looked so satisfied and so beautiful. "Oh Elaina, I want you to feel as good as I just did," Ashley said through her heavy breathing, of which she was only now regaining composure. I crawled back up the bed, and lay down beside Ashley. She leaned over and gently kissed me on the shoulder, the whole time keeping her eyes fixed on mine. From her position on her back, she rolled onto her side, and began to kiss my arm starting from the same place that she had just kissed. My body now burned with fire. Her sweet kisses, moving slowly down my arm, ignited my soul. Her kissing was slow and deliberate. The feeling of the wetness inside of her lips as they closed around my skin sent me into a utopia that not even the most gifted of authors could conceive. Ashley took my hand into hers, and she brought it to her mouth. I unfurled my hand, and she gently kissed the palm. She found her way to my thumb, and sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue tickled it as she licked about. I looked into her eyes again, which were still focused into my eyes, and all I could see was an insatiable hunger. The sensations excited me so much that I arched my back, closed my eyes, and exhaled in a purr not unlike that of a panther. Ashley repeated the same process on all of my fingers. As hot as I was for direct sensation, I took in every feeling with delight. When she lightly licked my wrist, a wave traversed my body, which caused my hips to lurch forward in search of gratification. Ashley continued kissing as she moved back up my arm. When she was past my elbow, I bent my forearm back, and ran my fingers through her wet hair. I then added a little pressure, attempted to push her in "the right direction". She just ignored my urgings, and continued at her slow pace. Once again, Ashley was at my shoulder, but instead of lingering there, she suddenly took me into a kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth as she crawled on top of me. As it made its journey inside my mouth, I licked it gently, making her moan. All the while, I was aware of her breasts, which touched my own as they hung above me. I could feel the stickiness of my own saliva on her nipples as they brushed my own from the motion caused by our kissing. Without a word, Ashley broke our kiss, and rose. She sat on my stomach, although very lightly, as her knees supported most of her weight. I could feel her warm pussy, very sticky, against my skin where she sat. I looked over her body once more, and took both of her hands into mine. Our hands intertwined, and she smiled warmly at me. She knew that I was on the verge of screaming at her to eat me out, as my hands shook as I tried to push her toward my pussy. This time, she moved down the bed and got into the position that I had wanted her in for an eternity. She gave me a quick peck near my navel, and then she was in place. I threw my head back and moaned Ashley's name loudly as she finally touched me. She had put the tips of both of her index fingers against my labia and pulled them apart, which sent me into another dimension. That was only the beginning; she lapped at the newly revealed surfaces beyond the gates, and I tweaked my nipples as my back arched. I almost cried at these long sought after sensations. I was so wound up that every little touch set me off. Ashley's tongue curled up through my pussy, and tickled the bottom of my clitoris. She began to repeat, and each time she did this, I felt myself losing control. She licked faster at my wet velvety skin; tinglings were building up in my loins. I wanted to let loose and cum, but I also wanted this to continue forever. Ashley removed her hands from my pussy, and began to massage my body as she licked. My thighs, my buttocks, my belly--she was stimulating me all over, and this only added to my heightened awareness of my new body. I felt Ashley's mouth close around my clit. Her tongue circled it several times, before she began a primarily longitudinal pattern across it. She also began sucking on it and then relaxing repeatedly. This put me on the final leg of the journey; sweet orgasm was creeping on slowly, but definitely surely now! I grabbed one of Ashley's roaming hands as it passed below my left breast, and squeezed it tightly. She squeezed back as she sucked my clitoris once again, but this time she kept the vacuum tight as she lashed her tongue against it harder and harder. "Ashley, oh Ashley! Oh, Ash-- keep doin' that, harder. Keep doing it. I'm coming close-- I'm going to cum hard for you, Ashley. Please, mmmmmMMmmmm!!! I wamma cum!" I cooed with much speed. The sensation of each tongue stroke upon my clitoris now quickly built upon the previous one with increasing cumulative power. The tingling all at once exploded in a flurry of electricity throughout my body. All of my senses shifted directly to my overdriven vaginal area, even though at the same time my whole body erupted. My stomach muscles tightened and released in ripples as sensation commandeered my nerves. I held my breath and began to spasm, roiling my hips about, and driving my nails into Ashley's hand that I had taken moments earlier. Ashley continued to suck and lick as my legs wrapped around her, pulling her in closer; at the same time, I wanted to stop her because I could hardly stand the sensations anymore, but I held with her. The waves of my orgasm hit their peak, and I ground my teeth as I threw my head back, grunting, crying, screaming, and moaning seemingly all at the same time. My mind was flooded with only Ashley's tongue upon my clitoris. After the peak, I quickly came down in several short bursts of orgasmic bliss. Now I really couldn't stand any more sensation, so I pulled back. My pussy popped out of Ashley's mouth wetly. She looked up into my eyes, and I just smiled weakly and kissed her hand that I had probably injured in my cumming. She laughed gently, and crawled up to lay beside me. I turned my head, and kissed Ashley on the lips once again. "Oh Ashley," I whispered. "You can't even begin to imagine how content I feel right now." "Well," Ashley giggled, "I think I can, in fact." Ashley tweaked my nose, and laughed. "I suppose you do, as you've been a girl for a lot longer than I have," I giggled. "That's right," she whispered as she gently rained kisses on my quivering neck and ear. "I'm your mentor now." End