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ALTERED FATES: HER NEW LOVER By greyguy Synopsis: A mild mannered guy gets a new lease on life from a very close friend, who wants to be even closer. As I sat in the restaurant waiting for Jenny I looked out the window and compared the cold, rainy, drab afternoon to the last few years of my life. Don't get me wrong, my life isn't an endless stream of misery... quite the opposite! I have a good life... its just, I have never felt complete, or fulfilled. There always seems to be something missing or not quite right, but I have never been able to pin down the reason or cause. Thinking back I saw the middle-class life of my youth as an average sort of life, nothing seriously wrong but nothing spectacular as well. I attended elementary school just a short walk from my home in our seaside, east coast hamlet, and my time there passed pretty much without incidents. Then high school was a relatively short bus ride away from the coast, but not too far to be inconvenient. This stage of my life brought new experiences and awakenings that on reflection I thought would defined me, and explained who or what I was... but it didn't turn out that way. Sure, my teenage male hormones ran rampant as I discovered girls and enjoyed a few relationships and some intimacies, but as good as they felt, they never seemed to fulfil me. Thinking that the closeness I felt for my male friends could mean I was gay, I experimented with one guy... but quickly found that I was not homosexual and never repeated the encounter with anyone else. So what was I? Or was it simply that every aspect of my life would always be painted with all of the beige-ness of average. I didn't know what it was that seemed to haunt me, but there was something wrong that I could not explain. At the end of high school I shunned college and spent three years in the Army trying to find the man that I thought must have been lying dormant within me... but even such a very masculine environment could not shape me into a macho man like most of my male friends. One good thing that came out of the military experience was a sense of pride in keeping myself fit and healthy, and while I certainly did not bulge with muscles, my slim 5'10" frame did have a little tautness and at least some definition... but still a bit effeminate to my way of thinking. So I have returned home to the almost idyllic existence and an average job as a trainee manager in the local supermarket. Not the high life full of excitement, but not a bad life by any means. Though the good thing about being home again was catching-up with most of my friends from school and the old neighbourhood. And especially seeing Jenny again! Jenny James was my very best friend all through our junior schooling and to the very end of high school... and when I first saw her again after three full years away in the Army, it was like no time or distance had separated us at all. We quickly fell back into the comfortable and familiar friendship that we both cherished so much in our youth, and the last twelve months since I returned was blessed with many good times spent together. And she looked sooo good! Jenny had retained the svelte athletic build I remembered and was almost perfectly framed in her 5'8" body. Her long legs reached up to a beautifully rounded but petite ass, and a slim body topped with pert 34B cup breasts. Her face was round with a button nose and almond eyes that belied her Eurasian heritage. Her raven black hair was cut short but in a very feminine style, and the whole package was designed to make sure she was noticed wherever she went. For some reason I always envied Jenny, but I could never reconcile why I did... I just did! When Jenny arrived at the restaurant she shook the rain from her raincoat and umbrella and left them on the rack by the door, then walked straight to my table (for two) by the window. I stood and we exchanged our usual hug and peck on the cheek, then we sat and started a very full conversation that had few interruptions, except to order our meals and wine, and to eat in between news of our respective days. There was never any small talk between Jenny and I, and very few moments of silence, our conversations were always full, frank and heart-felt... something I sorely missed for the three years I was away. But now things were back to normal and I treasured the time we spent together during the last twelve months. I was very thankful that Jenny and I had rekindled the closeness we enjoyed in our youth, and gained some solace from the fact we would always remain very close friends, but I harboured no delusions that it would ever amount to anything more... you see, Jenny is a lesbian. Sure she had experimented with guys in high school. Hell, I might have slept with her too; she is sooo gorgeous! But I was always afraid it would ruin our friendship. And I thought nothing in my life was more important than having her as my best friend. So we experimented with other people, and would always share the details of the experience with each other later. And that is where our lives have brought us... to a very welcomed reunion and resuming our friendship, much to our mutual joy and satisfaction. We were both single, with very few dates or relationships with others, and not much inclination to rush into anything apart from our close friendship. After our meal was finished, Jenny admitted she was nervous but she wanted to ask me a favour. "Ken, I need you to help me make some sense of my life... to follow my heart and see what my future holds, and where I am going?" Jenny said with a slightly serious sense of purpose. "I need fulfilment, and certainty before I get any older" I smiled a little at that comment, because we had just turned 23 this year and were both a very long way from the middle age that usually brought on this sort of introspective thought, though Jenny seemed a bit annoyed. "Ken... I am serious! You know my relations with my family have been somewhat cool since I told them I liked girls. And I have to make some decisions in my life before I go too far in a direction that will affect so many people." Jenny said. "I know what I want and where I am heading... and I think you are the ideal person to help me to achieve my goals". "Jen, of course I will do anything to help you with any problem you have, you know that! Just say the time and place and I am there!" I said earnestly. "OK... this weekend on a four day cruise down the coast on the Sky Princess cruise liner" she said producing two First Class tickets. "Are you serious?" I asked. "Very!" she replied. The rest of the evening was filled with talk of how to ensure we would both make the cruise, rather than details of our itinerary or any more information about Jenny's plans. I assured her I could get a couple of extra days off work at short notice, because of all the long hours I had been working for the last three months... and I would do whatever I could to make the weekend a success. I was happy to help Jenny, even though she was being very cryptic and secretive about the four-day weekend and what her purpose was. The thing that really threw me was when she asked me to 'pack light', that is to only bring two changes of underwear, swimmers, casual daywear (preferably the clothes I would wear on the day we left) and a semi- formal suit for dining. This was nowhere near enough clothes, even for a four-day cruise, but I reluctantly agreed when she asked me to trust her and not ask too many questions... yet. The next couple of days, before the weekend, were very busy for the both of us, so we didn't see each other much. I was busy, organising things, at work to ensure I had the four-day weekend that I needed, and Jenny was always running around busily shopping and arranging things that she did not give me any details of, or invite me to join her, as she usually did. Anyway, Friday night we met for a quiet drink at our favourite bar and after two quick drinks Jenny said, "I'll see you at boarding time tomorrow morning, 9:00am... remember what I said to bring, and don't be late!" Saturday morning I arrived at the port and met Jenny at the gangway to the Sky Princess, but what a surprise! There I stood with a very light suit carry bag, with only the few things Jenny told me to bring, while she stood waiting with two large suitcases a carry bag larger than mine and a make-up case. When I started to ask why she had so much luggage for such a short cruise, she just told me not to ask any question... for now... and help her with her things. We got everything to the top of the gangway and stood in the check-in line while Jenny assured me I would have a wonderful time and all of the mystery would be revealed before the weekend (four-days) was over. When we got to the check-in desk there was another surprise! The tickets were for a Jenny James and 'Kim Garvin' instead of Mr. Ken Greaves. When I turned to Jenny she just gave me a 'play along' look and said yes to all of the questions the check-in staff asked her... afterwards a porter took our luggage and escorted us to our cabin. Then the next surprise! Our cabin was an upper deck First Class suite with a large open area bedroom-sitting-room combination and a spacious bathroom with spa bath. But the icing on the cake was a private balcony with deckchairs and a low table, to spend our time uninterrupted. This was a luxury that I was not accustom to, and I was surprised that Jenny could afford it, but when I asked she just said 'later' and suggested we have a look around the ship and find out what we could expect for the next four days. After a bit of exploring, the ship sailed just before midday and we said goodbye to the city from the railing of an upper public deck. As dry land faded into the distance to become a shadow that followed us as we cruised away on that cool but sunny autumn morning, we had a wonderful lunch in the raised First Class section of the main dining room. After lunch we retired to the balcony of our cabin and watched the land in the distance as we sipped the chilled champagne Jenny had arranged to be there when we returned from our first meal of the cruise. That girl thought of everything! As we sipped the champagne and enjoyed the peace and quiet, Jenny started to reveal the reasons for the weekend and all of the mystery. "Ken, you know that you are my very best friend in the whole world and I love you more than anyone else, even my own family... don't you?" she asked tentatively. "Of course I do, and I feel the same... exactly the same!" I assured her. "And naturally you know I am a Lesbian, and even after trying it with some guys I have confirmed that I will always be gay!" she said, confirming everything I already knew. "Sure I do, and I respect your feelings and life choices. You know I support you in anything you decide to do!" I said earnestly. "I expected that was the case, but I am still so very glad to hear you say it, because I have something very important to tell you" Jenny said with a smile and a glow on her face. "I have decided to have a baby!" she added. "What?!" was all I could manage to say. "You heard me, I want a baby! And I don't want to wait years before I do, I want one now! I want to be a mother with all of the joy and pain that goes with it." she said confidently. "I have been secretly thinking about it for many years, and for the last eighteen months or so I have known it is right for me. I want to nurture another human being... I want a child!" Well, you could have knocked me down with a feather! I have always known Jenny was a warm, nurturing person with plenty of love to share, but wanting to be a mother at such a young age was a huge surprise. Although, the longer I thought about it the more natural it seemed. If anyone could raise a baby as a single mother and make sure the child was well adjusted, it was Jenny. So, after my initial shock I was starting to warm to the idea and I was thinking about how I could help and support her when she dropped the second bombshell. "And I want you to father my baby" she said almost casually over the rim of her champagne glass. This time I was speechless. When she first told me her plan I naturally assumed she had artificial insemination in mind, or had planned to sleep with some jock she had already lined-up, but me! Again the worry of sleeping with Jenny and ruining our friendship came flooding through my mind, and for the next few minutes I explained my fears and how I could not live without the closeness and openness of our friendship. But Jenny was calm and supremely confident that it would not be that bad, and she was slowly convincing me that making love would be another expression of our feelings for each other, and that our strong feelings would not let it become the disaster that I feared. I have to admit, the thought of making love with Jenny was as intoxicating as the champagne, but I still had reservations. Jenny did everything to allay my fears, and in spite of something nagging at the back of my mind, I was starting to warm to the idea of Jenny and I being that intimate. I think Jenny sensed that I was not yet 100% behind her and the idea of fathering her child, so she said that I should relax, take in some of the entertainment the ship had to offer, but I must be back before dinner, as we were in for a long and exciting night. The rest of the afternoon was filled with a quick work-out and sauna in the First Class gym, then a quick dip in one of the pools, all to work off the effects of the champagne and leave me clear headed for the evening ahead. But I have to admit that Jenny's proposition was foremost on my mind the whole time, and by the time I returned to our cabin to shower and change for dinner I was still not sure I could go through with Jenny's plan. I showered and changed into my suit quickly then headed for our private balcony while Jenny showered and changed too. Leaving my jacket over a chair in the cabin, I was just starting to feel the coolness of the night air at sea when Jenny called me. And when I turned around I was met with another argument that left me speechless... Jenny was dressed in a long black shiny evening dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging back (I think that's what they call it). She was spectacularly beautiful with just a little make-up and a sparkle in her eyes that I have never seen before. I knew she had an athletic body, but in that dress she looked like a supermodel, or pretty close to one. All I could do was stare with my mouth hanging open. "I guess your reaction bodes well for the rest of the evening" Jenny said seductively. "What?" I said only half hearing her words. "Nothing" she replied. "Let's go and have some fun!" she added as she handed me my jacket and gestured toward the door. Well, the evening was straight out of a classic romance novel... the setting was a candlelit private table for two in the raised First Class section of the main dining room. The meal was a four-course feast that started with a delicious shrimp cocktail, then a heavenly pasta dish, followed by a French beef course that was the best I have ever tasted, and it was topped off with a souffl? that melted in your mouth. The wines were perfectly chosen to complement each course and the Cognac to finish was as smooth as silk on the throat. After dinner we danced for an hour or so, then had an amazing amount of fun losing $200.00 in the ship's casino, and we finished the night's entertainment with a late movie in the cinema... an old romantic classic, that I thought Jenny had chosen to set a mood. Well it worked! I was well and truly in the mood for love, not just sex, I wanted to show Jenny how much I loved her emotionally, spiritually... and physically too. As we made our way back to our cabin we kissed and cuddled at every opportunity, and I felt Jenny responding to me as I expressed my deep feelings for her. I was a very willing party to this seduction, but at times I was not sure if I was seducing Jenny, or if it was the other way around. But any way, I was feeling more and more comfortable with our plan of sleeping together, and I was feeling a stronger bond to Jenny than I thought possible... and I was almost as sure that she felt the same. Back in our cabin the last waltz of our new union began. Jenny took off my jacket and draped it over a chair, then she undid my belt and pants just as I kicked off my shoes, then I wriggled out of my pants while I removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. Most of my clothes hit the floor, leaving me in just my boxers and socks... not the most seductive sight, but my erection tenting my boxers told Jenny I was hers. Jenny slipped the thin straps of her slinky black evening gown off her beautiful shoulders and let the dress slip to the floor. She stood there in all of her radiant beauty wearing only her lacy black thong panties and her black stiletto heels. And again I was speechless! As Jenny walked seductively toward me she manoeuvred me toward the king-size bed and pushed me backward until I fell on the bed with her tumbling on top of me. We kissed deeply, tongue wrestling for what seemed like ages, but was only a few short minutes, then we looked each other in the eyes and I knew deep in my heart that there was more to our relationship than either of us were willing to admit... at least for now. I rolled Jenny off me and onto her back on the bed, saying "I don't want this to just be sex, I want to make love to you in every sense of those words... and with all of the feelings I have for you" Jenny didn't respond with words, she just pulled me to her and kissed me deeply again, and as our lips parted Jenny's formed a very satisfied smile that was more than enough encouragement for me. I kissed her cheek then her ear lobe and her neck as I made my way down her body. Kissing my way across her shoulders I came to rest on one of her smallish but perfectly shaped and pert breasts, teasing the nipple with my tongue before I sucked as much of it as I could into my mouth and slowly let it out to gently bite on the nipple, which responded by becoming very hard very quickly. Jenny moaned and arched her back to push her breast back in my mouth, though I teased her by moving lower and kissing my way across her tight tummy, tickling her navel as I passed. I kissed her pubic mound through her panties and teased her slit through the thin silky fabric. Somewhat expertly I slid her panties down revealing a well-trimmed bush around glistening lips and I revelled in the scent of arousal that greeted my nostrils. A few teasing licks along her slit before I dived right in and suckled on her clit, then focussed all of my attention on giving Jenny the first orgasm of the night. I concentrated on her needs first and soon had Jenny writhing with pleasure as she climaxed and her juices started to flow freely. A few little cleaning laps of my tongue before I stood up and took off my boxers and started crawling up Jenny's body to meet her eyes and kiss her deeply again and again. Lying on top of Jenny I aimed my steely hard erection at the opening of her womanhood and gently slid into her going all the way to the hilt in one long smooth stroke. I paused and revelled in the feeling of being so fully encased by her velvety vagina before withdrawing to the sound of Jenny's gasp of pleasure. Again I entered her slowly and again I withdrew, knowing we would be forever joined even more emotionally by this physical act. Soon I was pumping in and out of Jenny with a steady rhythm and a loving tenderness until I could wait no more and I started to pump as fast as a runaway train. I felt Jenny's second orgasm well up inside of her then erupt in a bucking and screaming crescendo, just before I climaxed and spewed what felt like gallons of semen deep into her womb. Breathlessly I collapsed on top of Jenny and kissed her deeply, expressing my new found and deeper love for her. We made love three more times before falling asleep in each other's arms... the most contented sleep I have ever known. 8:30am the next morning I was awoken by Jenny thanking the steward who had just delivered our silver-service breakfast, which included; cereal, toast, coffee, pancakes and a hot course of ham and eggs. As Jenny ushered the steward out with a large tip, she turned and gave me a smile and an impish wink before dropping her robe and walking naked back to the bed. Somehow I managed to actually eat something as we both sat naked on the bed and drank in each other's sexual after- glow. Jenny was especially radiant as she picked at the food and had the broadest smile on her face that I can ever remember seeing on her. We chatted like lovers do, laughed at the realisation that we were truly in love, and after we ate I smeared some maple syrup on her breasts and then licked them clean again. We made love again... twice, then laid back and had some discussion about what we would do that day. While we came up with a couple of ideas, Jenny liked my suggestion of a morning workout in the gym followed by a swim and a walk around the ship before lunch. Jenny insisted that we be back in our cabin for lunch as she had another surprise for me, that she would not tell me about, saying, "Then it wouldn't be a surprise!" So, our morning went to plan, and after a light lunch in our cabin, at the small meals table, Jenny turned to me and made a confession. "Ken, you know that I love you and I guess that you feel the same" she said. "Absolutely!" I replied without hesitation. "But even after last night, nothing has changed for me... I am still a lesbian, and I always will be!" Jenny said. My heart began to sink, so I said, "I thought we were in love... at least I am!" "And I think I am too" Jenny said in a re-assuring tone. "But I still love being with girls and I can't see myself changing that, even for you". I was speechless, yet again, and all I could do was hold my head in my hands. Jenny could see that I was not handling her revelation very well, so she continued. "This isn't coming out at all how I meant it to... I wanted today to be a very special day, and to give you a gift I have been holding for just the right moment" Jenny said, then paused briefly. "But I need to tell you something first" she added. "Can I speak without interruption for a while?" I raised my head and looked into her eyes, and I am sure she could see the tears that were welling up in mine. I nodded in agreement and sat back to listen to her explanation and find out what else she had in store for me, but I didn't think anything she had to say could make me happy again. "Ken, I am sure that I love you! Last night confirmed that for me, because you didn't just have sex with me, you made love to me! A passionate, deep, 'til death us do part', kind of lovemaking. Its something I have thought was between us for a very long time... but you are a guy, and I am not into guys." Jenny explained. "So you have said already." I replied. "Ken please, this is already hard for me, please let me talk so I can explain myself and get to the reason for this whole trip." she said. "I thought we did that last night, and this morning, maybe you will be pregnant." I added. "Ken, please." Jenny said in a firm tone. "Just listen to me and maybe things won't be as bad as you think they are right now." Jenny gave ma a look that said 'can I continue?', so I just nodded and kept quiet. "Darling, I hope that I am pregnant. Nothing would make me happier! And it just so happens that I am at my most fertile right now so the chances are very good." Jenny said and I was at least pleased with that prospect. "And I do love you! I have suspected that for a long time, and this weekend has confirmed it for me, but I am still a lesbian!" I still wasn't hearing any good news yet, emotionally speaking, but I kept quiet and let her talk... hopefully something good was coming. I think Jenny could sense my depression so she continued quickly. "Along with the love I have felt for you, maybe always felt for you, I have also sensed your pain. I know you have doubts about yourself and you don't seem to know why you have certain feelings. I have heard them in your voice and some of the things you have said over the years." Jenny said, and I felt her words touching my soul. "I truly believe that you were meant to be a woman, but something went wrong. Call it irony, call it a paradox, or call it a 'cruel sense of humour' on God's part, but I really think your genetic make-up went wrong when you were growing in your mother's womb" she said. "I have watched you all of these years and I sense a woman's soul inside of you... screaming to get out". Jenny paused briefly, then continued, "Think about it... all of our lives you have felt more comfortable in my company than any of you macho male friends, haven't you!" I looked her in the eyes and slowly nodded as I too realised she was right. "And you were always comfortable shopping with me for clothes, and giving me your opinion as to what would look good on me... right!" she continued. Again I nodded, but with a bit more conviction this time. "And you have never felt uncomfortable in the company of my girlfriends, nor been left out of our girlie conversations, just because you were a guy... right!" Jenny said. More of the realisation that Jenny was right dawned on me, and again I nodded in agreement. Then Jenny continued to relate more and more examples of how I had been more at ease in the company of her and other females as I grew up, and more easily joined in female conversations and activities than male ones. "You're right!" I said, "I know that everything you are saying is true... I think I have always known it in the back of my mind, but only now can I really understand all of the feelings and questions I have always had during my life!" Jenny smiled and suddenly broke my concentration on my newfound revelation when she said, "So I think we should turn you into the woman you were meant to be all along!" This time 'speechless' was an understatement! I just looked at her in almost terrified and wide-eyed amazement. Nothing could have prepared me for that statement, and while words were running around in my head, none were making it to my mouth and I continued to stare at Jenny in shocked amazement. "Don't worry!" she said. "I don't mean plastic surgery, hormone injection therapy and a sex change... but there are other ways to get to a destination, apart from the obvious path!" Leaving me in this stunned state of silence and amazement, Jenny digressed slightly as she told me about some of the things she did during her incomplete (almost) three years of college, while I was away in the Army. Apparently Jenny had quickly gotten bored with her regular studies on Psychology and had veered off into Paranormal Studies and the occult, though even this was an unfulfilling journey for most of the time. Until she found some trinkets and artefacts in an old antique store and bought them, then tried to find their origins. She had become obsessed with this quest for answers, to the point that she had dropped-out of college and spent all of her spare time delving into the source of the mostly jewellery pieces she had found. And in time she had identified all but one. This last piece was a cheap looking medallion with an indistinct image on it of what looked a little like an angel, or some similar being. She had never found concrete information about this medallion, until she heard vague rumours about a Medallion Of Zulo, and its ability to change a person's appearance and gender. Then armed only with hearsay and scant instructions she had set out to test the medallion and find its true purpose. Fortunately for Jenny at the time, she was mixing in the gay community and sleeping with a couple of girls that helped her find her own 'true identity', and when they suggested she try the medallion on a couple of gay guys they knew, she was unstoppable. Well, using the vague, word-of-mouth instructions and a lot of blind faith, Jenny had gotten a few intimate underwear items from some Swedish exchange students who were only staying in town briefly on their educational tour of the continent, and prepared for the experiment. The two gay guys had willingly joined in the experiment, especially after being primed with a couple of bottles of wine, and whimsically thought they could use the results in their favourite drag show if it worked. Plus they were curious to see if this magical medallion could truly give them a new appearance as Jenny had told them. One night in Jenny's shared dorm room, the two guinea pigs were stripped and the first guy was given the medallion to wear. By rubbing a pair of lacy panties (from one of the Swedish exchange students) over the medallion, the first guy changed into an identical twin of the panties' owner within a very short time. Initially panic had set in and screams and gasps were echoing around the room. But when sanity returned, the rest of that night, and the following 24 hours were spent testing and documenting the various changes and the limitations of the Medallion. The whole story seemed too fantastic for words, and I am sure that Jenny clearly read the scepticism that must have been written across my face, so without saying another word, she got up from the table and walked to the dresser drawers and took out a small carved jewellery box and brought it back to the me. Once she was sitting down again, across from me, she opened the box and removed the medallion, letting it dangle from her fingers. I looked at the medallion, then at Jenny, then back to the medallion... still in a state of disbelief. She placed the box on the table and turned to me with a big smile on her face. "Are you ready to try the female gender for a while?" she asked. "I d-don't b-believe it!" I stammered. "Oh its true!" Jenny assured me and held the medallion out for me to take. I hesitated for what seemed like an hour, but was in reality only a minute or two. Then I reached out and took the medallion from her. "So how does this work? And what if I don't like being a woman?" I asked nervously. "Well, first you have to get undressed, you put the medallion around your neck, and then I rub a piece of female clothing over it, and before you know it, you will be a genuine woman." Jenny said matter-of-factly. "Then you can take off the medallion and try-out your new body. Later, if you want to change back to yourself, you put the medallion back on and we rub an item of your own clothes across it". Then she added "But you have to wait twelve hours before that will work!" I slowly and nervously stood up and walked over to the bed and got undressed, then placed the medallion around my neck and turned around to look at Jenny, saying, "I think I am ready to try this". Jenny got up from the table again, walked over to the wardrobe and took out the second of her two large suitcases. She lowered it to the floor of our cabin and opened it, revealing what looked like all new clothes and shoes, some still in store bags. She took a small plastic bag from the top of the contents, and brought it back to me beside the bed. "I think you should sit down for this." Jenny said, so we both sat on the edge of the large bed. Jenny opened the small plastic bag and produced a very sexy pair of g-string panties and a photo of an even sexier naked girl, with a blonde Scandinavian look. I assumed it was one of the Swedish exchange students, which Jenny confirmed. "I brought the picture to show you what you will look like, and to make sure you will like the look first," Jenny explained. "If you decide you like being a woman, I have another look for you later" she added cryptically. I was feeling nervous and excited at the same time, and it must have shown, because Jenny took my hand in hers and squeezed gently to comfort me. Then she asked "Are you ready?" My mouth was very dry, so I just nodded, then Jenny rubbed the panties across the medallion as it hung from my neck. For the next few minutes I felt tingling and movement throughout my body as all of the changes made me somewhat light-headed. I was reeling and thankful that Jenny suggested that we sit down, otherwise I am sure I would have fallen down from the sensations. When my head cleared, I looked at Jenny and said "Well?" "Look for yourself!" she said, so I did. As I looked down at my new body I could see all of the wonderfully feminine features of the Nordic beauty from the photo, but from the perspective of the body's owner. My legs were long and hairless and my crotch was devoid of the usual male fixtures and two large, well shaped and slightly sagging breasts sat heavily on my chest. "Have a good look in the mirror." Jenny said. So I stood up and walked to the mirrored doors of our cabin's wardrobe. At first I swayed as I found my new centre of gravity and then gingerly walked the half dozen or so steps to the full-length mirrors. I immediately noticed the sensation of walking without a penis and testicles hanging between my legs, and found the feeling was wonderful! The gentle bouncing of my breasts was also divine and I arrived at the mirrors all too soon for my liking. When I looked at myself in the mirror I gasped. I was beautiful! I stood about 5'10" tall with a well-shaped figure and muscle tone suggesting a slightly Amazonian look, or at least a healthy athletic appearance. My face was attractive and my almost straight blond hair fell to just below my well-rounded shoulders. My new breasts were about 36C cup or so and hung slightly but pertly on my chest, the weight was becoming more and more comfortable by the second. My torso had an hour-glass-like quality and my hips were well rounded, but not too large in proportion the rest of my body. The tuft of curly pubic hair between my legs concealed my new vagina, but I soon reached out with a couple of fingers to make sure a full functional vagina was there. Jenny interrupted my dazed exploration when she asked me if I liked the new look, and I just nodded my approval. Then she suggested that we do some mutual exploring and asked me to come back to the bed. When I turned to face Jenny, and walk back to the bed, I saw that she was naked too... she must have undressed while I was preoccupied with my image in the mirror. As I approached the bed, Jenny laid back and edged her way up to lay full along the large bed, holding out her hand to me. I crawled across the bed to her and lay beside her as I kissed her deeply to express my thanks for this amazing opportunity to try life as a real woman. I drew her body to mine and revelled in the new sensations as my breasts and my pubic mound made contact with her body. We continued to kiss deeply and our hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, tantalising us both. Jenny broke our embrace and looked me in the eyes, saying, "I want you to try something that I really like, and I hope you will too". With those few words, she rolled me on my back, opened my legs and positioned her crotch on mine and started to grind them together, rubbing our pussy lips over each other's groin and intermittently making contact with our clits. This was heaven, and I thought it could not get any better than this... but I was wrong. After my first mind-numbing female orgasm in this crotch- to-crotch state of nirvana, Jenny moved around to place her head in my crotch and began to give me the most wonderful tongue fucking that any lesbian woman could give another woman (of any sexual persuasion). The long, lingering licks, along my vaginal lips, were interrupted by occasional flicks across my clit and at times she would cover my clit with her mouth, sucking hard. This treatment didn't last long before I experienced another, even more intense orgasm, after which Jenny crawled and kissed her way up my body to kiss me fully and passionately on my mouth, then she asked "Are you feeling like a real woman yet?" I said, "yes" in a husky and exhausted voice, to which Jenny said, "You ain't seen nothin' yet!" Jenny got up from the bed and walked to the dresser drawers, opened one and took out a large strap-on dildo, which she put on and turned to face me, pausing for effect, then walked back to the bed with the dildo wagging as she did. When she reached the bed she walked across it to me on her knees, rolled me on my stomach, and lifted my sexy ass high into the air. "I want you to feel what it is like to have a penis inside you, or at least a fake one, so you can decide if you prefer men or women in bed." she said, then she slowly filled me with the life-like rubber cock. Jenny started slowly, then she gradually built to a steady fucking rhythm for about fifteen or so wonderful minutes, hen gathered momentum to pound my wanton pussy to another intense orgasm. She left my quivering and exhausted body spread-eagled on the bed as she stood up and went to the bar-fridge in the corner of our cabin. Taking out a bottle of champagne, Jenny breathlessly said, "I think... we have something... to celebrate. Don't you?" Then she gathered a couple of champagne-flute glasses, and walked toward me. I nodded through the post-sexual haze in my mind and propped myself on one elbow to welcome Jenny back to the bed. I never knew how intense and satisfying sex could be as a woman. So much better than a male climax! Jenny poured us both a glass of champagne and we sipped it quietly as we looked lovingly into each other's eyes, and that was the point in time when I knew for sure that I truly loved Jenny. I also realised that I loved being a woman and that I would do any thing to make her happy, even if that meant staying in this Nordic beauty's body and loving Jenny body and soul for the rest of our lives... and I told her so! Jenny said, "This Swedish, blonde bombshell body was just the demonstrator model... I have another option if you want to try for something more to your own style and personality. What do you say?" "After this afternoon's experience, and knowing what life and sex as a woman is like, I am willing to try anything!" I replied. "I'm glad to hear that" Jenny said, "but I want you to change back to yourself". I was stunned by this, and could not understand her motives. Jenny is a lesbian who says she loves me; she now has me in a 'knock-out' woman's body, and she wants me to become a man again. This didn't seem to add up, and Jenny must have sensed my bewilderment. "Let me tell you the whole plan, finally" Jenny said, and started to fill in so many of the gaps and curious omissions to her plans over the last week or so. "I brought you on this cruise to get me pregnant first! And I hope last night and this morning did that job... I truly want your baby! Then I wanted you to experience life as a woman, so you could see that being female was what you should have been all of your life. And finally, and most importantly, I want to spend the rest of our lives together as lesbian life-partners... but not with you in this body!" Just when I thought I was starting to understand Jenny's plan, she throws me a curve ball, and what a curve-ball it was! Again I must have had a bewildered look on my face, because Jenny continued before I could ask what she meant. "I am not in love with this Swedish sex goddess, as much as I desire her body, I am in love with you, Ken Greaves, just... not as a man!" she said, answering some of my confusion, but not all of it. Then she continued, "You know how I told you that the effects of the medallion could not be changed for twelve hours, right..." I nodded but said nothing, waiting for her to explain. "Well here we are at 4:00pm on day two of a four day cruise, with two more full days of cruising and sight- seeing, then arriving home early on Wednesday morning, right?" she outlined, to which I just nodded again. "So my plan is, you stay a Swedish beauty until 1:00am tomorrow morning, enjoying all of the wonders of female to female love and sex until then." "Sounds very good to me, but what happens at 1:00am in the morning? Do I turn into a pumpkin or something?" I interjected. "No silly boy, this is a magical transformation, not a fairy-tale!" Jenny said with a smile. "At 1:00am we change you back to a man, yourself 'Ken Greaves', my very best friend in the whole world! Then you spend the next twelve hours making love to me, and increasing my chances of getting pregnant with you. Plus, you can decide if you want me to change you into a woman for the rest of your life, or if you want to stay a man!" Jenny paused to let that sink in a bit, then continued, "If you do decide to become a woman, and live out the rest of your days as my life-partner, I will change you into a Ken Greaves version of a woman and we will leave the ship on Wednesday morning to start a new life, away from everything we have known for all of our lives... so far." "The plan sounds good... if I decide to be a woman," I said, "but what do you mean about 'a Ken Greaves version of a woman', as you said?" "This body you are in is created by rubbing a piece of clothing that belongs to someone across the medallion, so you become a clone or twin of that person. But, if you rub a brand new piece of women's clothes over the medallion, while you are wearing it, something that has not been worn by anyone before, then you will become a female version of yourself." Jenny explained. "Don't you want to know what you would look like as a woman?" "Well... yes, I guess I do!" I replied. "Good, because that is what I mean by 'a Ken Greaves version of a woman'. A woman who embodies all of the physical features and things that I love about you!" she said, with a deep affection and passion in her voice. "So what do we do now?" I asked. "The plan calls for a swim now, and a shared shower, before a romantic dinner here in our cabin, then plenty of lesbian love-making until 1:00am." "At 1:01am, approximately, I change you back to the real Ken Greaves for lots more heterosexual lovemaking until 1:00pm tomorrow when you make your decision... then we take it from there, depending on your choice." Jenny said with military precision. Without giving any inclination as to my choice for our future, I said, "So what am I supposed to wear for our swim? I can't take this body out on deck in a pair of men's bathers!" Jenny went back to the opened suitcase and produced a very sexy one-piece woman's swimsuit, with a high cut leg and plunging front that was brand new, but maybe a size or two small for the body I was currently occupying. By the time I squeezed into the swimsuit, and left lots almost hanging out, Jenny had also changed into a one-piece swimsuit, so we both grabbed towels and headed for the pool deck. We enjoyed a leisurely and refreshing swim, drawing lots of male attention, especially due to the way I filled out the undersized swimsuit. And just as we had rejected our third romantic advance from a couple of good-looking guys, Jenny asked me if I was tired of all the male attention. "You bet I am," I replied, "but what can we do looking like we do?" "This!" Jenny said, and planted a long, deep and very passionate kiss on me, in full view of all the other passengers. When we finally stopped kissing, all of the single males were focusing their attention on other girls, mothers were shielding the eyes of their children, and older folks were 'tsk-tsking' their disapproval in our direction. And while I was a little embarrassed at Jenny's very public display of affection, it did not stop me from responding passionately and acting like lovers, right there for everyone to see. After an hour or so of this restrained lesbian exhibitionism in the pool and surrounds, we returned to our cabin to shower and change for our private dinner. All the way back to our cabin I marvelled at the sensations of walking as a woman, and the way my hips and pelvis rolled with every step. Just one of the many simple pleasures I enjoyed in this sexy body. The shower we shared was another sexual delight, soaping each other's body and sharing mutual pleasure for much longer than a usual shower takes, but then there was nothing usual about this shower... at least for me. We dressed in scanty, sexy underwear and only covered up with robes when the steward brought our dinner in and served it at our table for two. The steward was a very handsome and sexy European guy (maybe Spanish) who made no mention of the fact that two women were occupying the cabin tonight, instead of a man and a woman, and maintained his professional composure during the serving stage. Then he said, "Just ring when you want me to clear the dishes." and left the cabin with an obvious tenting in his pants. Jenny laughed at his arousal and became quite lewd in her dinner conversation, asking if I fancied a threesome to really know what it was like with a guy before I made my life choice in a bit less than 24 hours. To which I wrinkled up my nose at the suggestion, but had to admit that I was a bit curious, not to mention aroused. "Good!" Jenny said. "So when he comes back to clear the dishes we will seduce him... though he will be fucking you, not me, and I will be there to make sure you enjoy it. OK?" "I guess so, but I am really nervous." I admitted. "Don't worry, just follow my lead and do as I say." she said. We chatted nervously during the rest of our meal and I drank a few extra glasses of wine to prepare myself. When we had finished eating I went to the bathroom to pee, and dab on a few drops of perfume for effect. As I came out of the bathroom Jenny quickly ran toward me wearing only her bra and panties, then pulled off my robe and adjusted my sexy underwear to maximise the display of flesh... just as the doorbell rang. "Come in!" Jenny said, as she walked over to the door. The steward's eyes almost popped out when he came in, and he just barely maintained composure as he pushed his trolley to the table and started to clear dishes. Jenny followed him and pressed herself against him from behind, her hands roaming to his crotch. "How about you help us with another matter before you clear those." she whispered into his ear. The steward (Marco) spun around and grabbed Jenny, then pulled her close to him and kissed her roughly. "Hold on Tiger..." Jenny said, "...slow down a bit. It's not the right time for me... but my friend thinks you are fine and wants you to 'clear her dishes' if you know what I mean." He turned and walked to me, grabbing me roughly too and guiding me to the bed, where we stood at the edge long enough for him to remove my bra then push me back on the bed. He undressed (expertly) in seconds, and as he climbed on the bed he reached over and removed my lacy black g- string panties. Then Marco unceremoniously parted my legs and entered me fully in one stroke, then started pumping like a man with a time limit. In spite of the lack of foreplay I was becoming aroused and almost climaxed when Marco stopped and flipped me over on my stomach and lifted my ass high in the air. He entered me again and pumped harder, building my arousal again. Just then, Jenny came around and slipped her naked crotch in front of my face and I licked her to a quick and writhing orgasm just minutes before I climaxed myself. Marco must have been further aroused by Jenny's intrusion and was soon spewing forth sperm that was overflowing from my vagina. As we all came down from the orgasmic high, Marco quickly dressed and kissed my hand before going back to clearing the dinner dishes. In no time Marco was finished and gone without a 'by your leave', or any intimacy. Jenny just laughed. "Is that what sex is like with me, as a man?" I asked. "No!" Jenny replied. "He must have more 'dishes to clear' in other cabins." she said as she giggled. "Well, I hope sex with a guy is better than that, or you can count me out!" I said. "Good..." Jenny said, "...because I don't think I want to share you again." Just then the reality of the situation dawned on me and I said, "What if I get pregnant?" "Don't worry! You won't be a woman long enough to get pregnant... remember?" Jenny said. "Oh yeah" I said, with relief. We shared a shower again, to remove the memory of Marco, and other things, then went back to bed for a night of unbridles lesbian lovemaking. Jenny was tender, creative and passionate leading me through countless orgasms, and even helped me please her a few times as well. At 1:00am the bedside alarm clock went off and roused us from a very satisfied but brief sleep. Jenny rolled over and kissed me passionately, then said "Its time!" She got the medallion from the small box and put it around my neck, then rubbed a pair of my boxer shorts over the image, and the transformation began. After a few familiar minutes of tingles and body movements I was my old self, and I had to admit a little sad at the result. I guess I enjoyed being a woman a lot more than I thought I would. We slept until another steward delivered our breakfast at 8:00am, then after we ate; we made love for almost the rest of the morning. I filled Jenny with enough sperm to make a hundred babies, but was hoping to make just one, to fulfil her heart's desire. It was the most wonderful cruise, even though we spent most of our time inside our cabin... in bed! By the time lunch was served, again in our cabin, we were truly exhausted and said very little over our meal. Though I was thinking more about the decision I would make at 1:00pm, than anything else. I guess Jenny sensed that and kept her conversation to a minimum too. At 1:00pm the alarm went off again and Jenny raced to turn it off, saying "Sorry! I guess that was a little insensitive". "Don't worry" I told her and took her hand in mine when she returned to the table. I gazed into her eyes and said, "I have a couple of confessions to make." A slight look of fear crossed her face. I noticed her apprehension and quickly tried to reassure her of my meaning. "No, it's not like that." I said. "I have to confess to loving you more than anyone else on the planet! And secondly to confess that I would love to be a father, especially to our child!" Jenny appeared to be losing her initial fear at my first words, but was not yet fully understanding where my confessions were going. So I made my last confession. "But I have to confess that I really enjoy being a woman! So I guess I will have to settle for being Aunty Kim to my own child." I said. With those words Jenny's eyes lit up and she quickly scooted around the table and jumped into my lap, kissing me and hugging me so tightly I could hardly breathe. When she did let go, she asked, "Are you sure? After all, you are giving up a lot to make me happy! Are you really sure?" "Yes!" I said. "I want to be a woman for the rest of my life! I want to be your life-partner! And most of all, I want us to be a family... as long as one of my sperm has made it to home base." Jenny laughed, and hugged me tightly again, saying, "You have made me the happiest girl in the whole world, and I am going to do my best to make you the happiest girl in the world too!" With that she took out the medallion again and said, "Are you ready for this?" I kissed her deeply and said, "Yes! I guess I have been ready for this my whole life!" I put the medallion around my neck and Jenny retrieved a plastic bag from the suitcase that was still on the floor of the cabin. She opened the bag and took out a brand new pair of panties, still with the new smell of unsoiled clothes. She rubbed the panties over the medallion and the transformation began again. The familiar tingling, the muscle and bone movement as my shape changed into the woman I would be for the rest of my life. When the change was complete I looked at Jenny and she had the biggest smile I had ever seen on her face. She kissed me and told me to go look in the mirror, so I got up and walked to the wardrobe mirror doors. What greeted me in my own reflection made me smile as broadly as Jenny did, maybe more. The woman in the mirror was a beautiful female version of myself. My face was softer and much more feminine, but you could still see some of my features, enough for me to pass as my own sister or cousin. I had dark brown hair in a short feminine style ending above my shoulders, my eyes were large and a deep emerald green, and my lips were pouty and soft looking. My body was svelte and athletic, about 5'9" tall with 34C cup breasts, and a tight sexy ass that 'as a guy' I would have died to touch. The whole effect was very sexy and beautiful, in a slightly 'plain Jane' sort of way. My hands roamed this new body and all of the right sensations rushed to my brain. I turned to Jenny and she was crying, so I rushed over to her and held her in my arms, saying, "What's the matter?" She said, "You are everything I could have hoped for, and a lot like I dreamt you would look like as a woman. You are just perfect!" I kissed her deeply and again we spent the rest of the afternoon in bed making woman-to-woman love in every way we knew how. At 6:00pm we showered and Jenny helped me pick a complete outfit from the suitcase of new clothes, she told me they were now all mine. We enjoyed our last dinner on board at the captain's table and spent the rest of the night in our cabin drinking wine while Jenny helped me open and try on ever item of clothing from my new suitcase. I especially enjoyed trying on the sexy underwear and the swimsuit I wore earlier, but now it fit me a lot better in this body. We made love again that night, but this time it was more fulfilling than any other sexual experience I could remember. We were truly making love and expressing our most intimate feelings for each other, it was better than anything else in our lives before this wonderful night. We got up early the next morning and packed for our arrival in home port, being sure to pack my old things as well, which we agreed to dispose of later. Before we left our cabin, we stood on our private balcony for the last time and I dropped the medallion into the water, making sure my change was permanent. Because no one from home knew when we were coming back, we were able to slip quietly off the ship, into a taxi and head for the airport, and our new life; in a new city with a new address, new jobs and a whole new outlook on the rest of our days together. Now here we are, six weeks later and Jenny just got the test results to confirm she is pregnant, we have moved into a cosy bungalow in the suburbs, and no one is very concerned about the lesbian couple living on their street. I am working full time as an entry-level manager recruit for an international company, a woman working hard in a man's corporate world, and Jenny is working part-time at our local day care centre. Life doesn't get any better than this! The End