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Same Blouse, Revised Ending By shalimar There are times when Gabriel and I go out to those dance clubs that we score with the girls, other times one of us gets the action while the other gets to see the girl leave alone, or with another guy. Sometimes neither of us gets the brass ring. Tonight was one of those losing nights. What I don't understand about him is that he is so good looking that all the girls should be falling all over him. As for me, I would be considered an excellent consolation prize. "No luck tonight," I said to Gunny as I grabbed my jacket in this early Fall night to head off to my home. "No, James," he replied as he also got ready to leave. "We struck out tonight, and when we came in it looked like the bases were loaded." I was always called James. It was never Jim, Jimmy or anything like that. "See you in the morning then," he told me. "I'll be there bright or early," I added with a grin. As I was a little drunk that night, what I just said was accurate. I didn't know if I could get into work on time or if I did make it early would I have a hangover? Either of those two scenarios seemed to occur too often lately. The result this time was two hours late. I stayed late to make up the time, but my boss, Carole gave me a lecture again. Working together is a plus. We work in a bank call center selling products on the customer's credit card that the customer doesn't really want. Yes, you guessed it, we are telemarketers. The fact that we have been doing this for a few years means that we both make very good money. Gunny owns a house near work and I own a townhouse a little further simply by persuading those who don't want something to buy it. Gunny, as Gabriel likes to be called, and I met in the same training class when we first started in this company five years ago. Immediately we started dating women from the place. His first encounter was an employee that eventually became a supervisor. She cut the relationship between them because of her promotion. Mine ended because it just didn't seem right between us. We stayed friends. She got married and finally quit her job at our place to take the job of mommy. So this night I decided to go home and turned in, but that alarm in the morning still woke me way too early. I took a shower, shaved and got dressed in my usual business casual that we are allowed to wear at the call center, and then I drove the ten miles to the office. After I parked, I went to the cafeteria and got my usual breakfast of eggs, toast, bacon and home fries when I get to work on time. As usual, Gunny was right behind me on the short line. His order included cheese melted on his eggs. We talked a little as we waited for our order. It seemed like it would be a typical day at work. However, when we started working it was the start of some strange things that began to happen. About a half an hour later, Gloria, one of my team coworkers, arrived. She is a very beautiful girl and always dresses sexy. I get a hard on just looking at those luscious curves she has. I had tried for her at one time, but I was already too late. She was engaged at the time and now is married. Gunny and I were at her wedding. They are going to have some gorgeous children, as her husband's looks are even better than Gunny or mine. "Hey, James," Gunny told me. "You and Gloria are wearing the same thing!" I looked at what my best friend was talking about and saw that we were both wearing yellow short sleeve knits. But that's the only thing that was the same with what we were wearing. Mine was an Izod with three buttons. Her knit, which I later found out is called a keyhole, showed her breasts nicely. Also, I don't wear skirts, and hers was about two inches above the knee. "They're just the same color," I responded. "Do you shop in the Misses department or do you use the boutiques?" Gloria asked me. We all laughed and went back to work. I did well that day and received a daily bonus that added to my income. What bothered me though occurred when I needed to use the bathroom that afternoon. While washing my hands I noticed in the mirror that somehow my shirt had turned into the same blouse that Gloria wore. Stranger still was the fact that nobody noticed anything different either before or after I used the bathroom, or at least nobody said anything, except Gloria. "We can't wear the same thing," she said when I was leaving for the day. "Let me know the next time you are going to wear that blouse." "Well, yeah," I said, embarrassed. "Although I AM jealous," she continued. "You look fabulous." I smiled. For some reason I liked what she told me. However, when I got home I immediately took off that "blouse" and looked for something that was more masculine. When I looked in my dresser drawer I was shocked. What I was wearing might just be the most masculine shirt in that drawer. In fact, you definitely could say many were blouses. There were those with buttons were on the "wrong" side. There were feminine collars and sleeves. Some even had the breast darts. Determined to buy some shirts later that week, I put my "blouse" back on, had dinner and watched some television before going to bed early and starting the same routine again of waking up sleep and getting ready for work. After getting breakfast and starting work, Gunny said to me, "I didn't know you wore nail polish." I looked at my hands and sure enough there was ruby red nail polish on my nails. I tried to hide my hands throughout the day, but several of the women came to me and said how the polish made my hands look prettier. For some reason, I actually liked hearing those comments. By the time I left for the day I had changed my mind about removing the polish. Before I left work, I made arrangements with Gunny to meet him at the club that evening. On the way home I bought some more of that nail polish and some polish remover for when my polish started to get ratty. But how did I know what color to get? Again we danced with a few of the girls that night. Again neither of us scored. But what surprised me that early Fall night was I felt that I should be dancing with Gunny instead of the other girls and I didn't get a hard on like I usually do when I danced with some of those beauties. We also talked more with each other than usual. I kind of liked talking to him more as the night wore on. I know I'm not gay. I've always only liked women as possible partners. What was happening to me? So after 3AM, I put on my jacket and went home without any woman on my arm. Again the alarm greeted me way too soon, but I this time managed to crawl out of bed and take a shower. I was happy that I would make it in on time that morning. After the shower I stopped with foam on my hands seeing that I already had a smooth face. I can get five-o'clock shadow at noon, so I was surprised. I hoped I wasn't getting sick. I looked at the shaving cream on my hand and decided to shave my underarms and legs instead. When I finished I lifted my arms and looked in the mirror. I looked better, at least to me. I know I shouldn't look that scraggily there. Maybe I'll use electrolysis or laser to remove the hair permanently. Why would I be thinking that way? I chose a blouse in cherry with a scooped neck and bell sleeves. When I looked in the mirror I realized how pretty and feminine I looked. I liked what I saw. Yet looking feminine confused me because I'm supposed to be a man. I normally get to work early and the five minutes that I spent wondering about my smooth face didn't cost me any work time. I got my breakfast and as usual, Gabriel was right behind me. "Hi!" he said. "Hi!" I said smiling at him. I was actually glad to see him. Why was I thinking of him as a lover instead of a best friend? "Nice blouse," he said. "Thank you," I said, as I curtsied. What did I just do? "That shave looks real close," he said as he rubbed my face lightly with his forefinger. "I don't even feel any hint of stubble." His finger moving on my face that way gave me the chills. I liked the compliment. In fact, I remember having a bigger smile on my face. As usual, about a half hour later Gloria came in. She complimented me on my choice of blouse then my excellent complexion. I don't know what I am doing differently, but I liked the look. The compliments also felt good. That feeling that my complexion was good also helped my confidence and I did better than on most of my good days. Yes this work can be easy or hard. Some days it is like falling off a log and other days it is like trying to stay on that log. On the way home that night I bought some skin lotion to help keep my complexion in this good condition. I used it that night and in the morning, covering my entire body with it. Also, that night I had a salad that quickly filled me up followed by watching TV. Instead of watching a show on ESPN or SPIKE, I was watching a movie on the Women's Entertainment channel. The movie was wonderful. I even shed some tears at the end. They were happy tears, as I noticed I was smiling. In the morning I started my routine again. The first thing I did was relieve myself. For some reason I sat down to pee, and I have not stood to pee since. There was nothing else peculiar that day except: "I noticed you were in the stall often today. Having diarrhea?" Gunny asked. "Yeah," I lied. How did he know I was sitting down? Later, Gloria gave me a Midol to help me with my "problem." How did she know? Feigning sickness, I begged off going to the club that night. Gloria decided to take off early and go to the store with me so I could get tampons and pads. I was embarrassed but for some reason I went along with my new purchases and knew that I would eventually need to use them. Gunny called me that night. It was sweet of him to call. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Yeah, just my time of the month," I replied. Again I lied. What's going on? Especially THAT lie. "Should I get some take out and bring it over?" he asked. "I'm not in the mood for talking," I told him. "And I can't eat anything heavy." "I'll talk for the both of us and I'll get a pizza and a salad. I'll have most of the pizza and you'll have most of the salad." True to his word he was over at my place in about forty minutes. I picked at the salad and had maybe a half a slice of pizza. For most of the night I leaned on Gabriel and listened to him talk. Sometimes he held me. Both positions were warm, comforting feelings. When he left I had hopes that we would be in that situation many times in the future. He wanted to stay, but I told him a bloody girl isn't a pleasant scene to watch. When I used the word "bloody" he got squeamish. He quickly agreed that he should go. "Maybe I should take you to work in the morning?" he asked as he got his jacket. He's so considerate. "No," I replied. "I'll be OK." When he left I thought and I was feeling confused. I know how life used to be before these changes started. Somebody was doing this to me without my permission. No matter what the reason is, he or she has no right to do this to me. On the other hand, I had to admit that like these changes. I am actually happier because of them. If I ever find out who is doing this to me I won't know if I should thank the person or ring his or her neck. Maybe I'll thank and choke the person at the same time. As I began to expect, there was another change in the morning. All my underpants had changed into panties. Not many of them were white like my underpants. I also had pinks, reds, grays, yellows, blues, purples, greens, blacks and colors in between. Some had lace. Some were merely thongs. Some were low cut. Some were high tops. They all looked so sexy that I didn't know what to wear. While I thought, I put on a lavender blouse that allowed me to make a pretty bow in front. And so, I put on lavender high top panties with lace. On the ride in I thought about who could be doing these changes to me. First, I thought about previous girlfriends, and with the exception of Tammy, our breakups were either amicable or initiated by the girl. But Tammy met her future husband a few weeks after we broke up and as far as I know she is happy. Besides that happened over a year ago. None of the others had any motive. I didn't remember anyone that I met recently that I had angered. One of the customers I dealt with could have done this, but I couldn't think of anyone that I angered lately. I doubted that the practitioner of magic was one of them. That left my coworkers. As far as I knew no one had any malice towards me. The only three that made any sense was Gabriel, Gloria, and Carole. I couldn't see how it would make any difference to Carole either way, so she would have been the least likely of the three. For Gloria and Gabriel they would have been doing it for my benefit. At least the Wicked Witch of the West wasn't involved. But I could be assuming the intentions of the person doing the magic to me. And by assuming I could be making an ass of myself, and end up braying like a donkey. But which one was doing this to me, and more important, exactly why? So I decided that I would confront both of them that day. How to do that without sounding like someone who just volunteered to go to the rubber room consumed the rest of my drive. As we waited for our breakfasts I asked Gunny, "Have you noticed anything different about me lately?" "As a matter fact I have," he answered. Ah, ha! "You seem to look prettier each day for a while now," he continued. "And you seem happier. Whatever it is that you're doing keep it up because I like the new you." I smiled at that and instinctively blinked my eyes in appreciation. When I looked down at his crotch I noticed he was keeping it up for me. 'Yes, please,' I thought. 'Keep it up for me.' I don't think it's him. Gloria came in just as I was finishing a call. I quickly logged off and pulled her aside so that no one else could hear. "Gloria," I asked. "Have you noticed anything different about me lately?" "I've seen that you have been dressing sexier lately," she told me. "I also see that you're happier and that you're with Gabriel more. I assume by the way you asked that question that you are not inviting me to a wedding." "Not yet," I replied. "But you will be in the wedding party if we get that far." "Well, he's a good man. I hope you catch him." "Yeah," I said, looking at Gunny. I had a silly grin on my face as I went back to work. I still didn't know which of the two were doing this to me, but I now knew that I would end up getting Gunny. When I woke up the next morning I did my usual shower. Looking in the mirror as I fixed my hair I thought that my face needed something extra, but what? I shook off the idea as just my imagination. I arrived at work and asked Gunny as we were getting breakfast, "Do I need anything on my face?" "Not that I could think of," he answered. "You're pretty the way you are." I smiled. He called me pretty. Yet it was still not normal for a guy to be thought of as pretty. It was weird, yet nice. I wondered why I was accepting this so easily. We started work, and as usual, Gloria came in that half hour later. She took one look at me and said, "Where's your makeup?" I looked at her as if she was crazy. "Come on," she told me as she grabbed my arm. "You'll use mine." I had just finished a call so I logged off and followed her. We went to the bathroom and made me sit on the lounge couch. When was this put in the bathroom? I didn't know there was even enough room for it. She took some of her makeup and started to apply it. She took a can of wax and put a bit on my face. "See how your face is smoother where I put it on?" I compared the waxed area with another part of my face, smiled and said, "Yeah." She finished and put a little cream over the wax. "Fortunately, you have the same shading as I do," She then took out a purple powder and with a brush applied the color to my eyelids. Later I found out it was called lavender. Next she took out a pencil and tried to line my eyes. "NO!" I replied backing up a bit. "I can't do this to my eyes. It is like a major phobia." "OK," she responded. "No eyeliner." Mascara was relatively easy, except I strained to keep my eyes open until it dried. Quickly she put the blush on in three different shades. She blended the three nicely into each other. This was followed by lip liner and lipstick. "Now, don't let me see you without any makeup again," she said as she turned me around to look in the mirror. WOW! I wasn't pretty. I was gorgeous. This was with some makeup that was just barely there. "This is great!" I said as we left the bathroom. "But I don't have any makeup." "Want to go to the mall after work?" she asked. "I'll help you get some stuff there." "OK," I replied. I figured I needed to work that half hour that she stayed later than I usually did. No problem, it helped me pay for the goodies I bought that evening. As I sat down at my workstation I realized that I just gone into the women's restroom and no one that was in there thought that I shouldn't belong, not even me. From that time forward I never again used the men's toilets at work or any other public place. After work, we went to the cosmetic counters at Macy*s where one of the salesladies made me up. Again, I just loved the way I looked after she was done. I spent about $200 on the cosmetics. I was hoping that I could do the job as well as either Gloria or the saleslady. On the way out of the store we stopped at the jewelry counters, where I bought a heart necklace for me. The next day I came in and did my work as usual. Later at lunch I ate with Gunny. The difference today was that I felt a need to be with him as if I was going to be an essential part of his life. I felt the need to care for him by cleaning and cooking and other chores and I felt the need to be protected by him and be in his strong arms. I left for the evening and made arrangements to meet Gunny at the club. That night when we danced, we danced together as if I was his girl. Somehow, I liked the idea of belonging to him, and the strangeness of the situation seemed to become less important as the night wore on. In the morning, I had already expected to see another change. It was not until I got to my underwear drawer that I found that change. There were bras of every kind and color imaginable with some that were better shown than imagined. I frowned when I noticed that the cup size was small. They were all A's, but many of the bras were padded. I took one of the padded bras and hoped that it would show some curves on the top. I put on a maroon knit with a deep V-neck and looked in the mirror. What I showed was some nice cleavage. The only problem was that there was nothing in those cups. I sighed. How I wish I had some breasts. Although there was nothing in those cups at the time, I kept the bra and top on then put on a nice pair of slacks and finished with some makeup. In the old days I would have wanted to meet the pretty young lady that was staring me back from the mirror. Now I was proud to be that pretty girl. I drove into work. By the time I arrived, I felt the slight tug on my shoulders from my little breasts pressing on that bra. I saw Gunny arrive just ahead of me and I walked a little slower so that I could surprise him with the way I looked after I would take off my jacket. When I was next to him I noticed that he was paying a lot of attention to my new assets. He was actually talking to my breasts instead of me. I noticed that little Gunny was at attention. Although the first was disconcerting, the second was actually pleasing as I noticed my nipples got all pointy just noticing that and I felt more than a little warm. When I told Gloria what had happened she said to me, "You want him to fuck you, don't you, girl." Just thinking of what she said made me sigh and say, "Yeah." I was happy as a schoolgirl talking about her new boyfriend. I was also feeling a little wet around the crotch and I also knew that I couldn't keep any secret from my new close friend. That night I realized that I was now happily anticipating the changes. I wanted to be whole. I needed to be all woman. That included both the proper primary sex organs and being XX instead of XY. I felt it was my destiny to be not only a woman, but also Gabriel's woman. I saw that my future would include caring for him and to bring up our children. Just then I felt a need for him to call me, and when the phone rang I knew it was Gunny. "I was just thinking about you," I told him. "I hope it was good thoughts," he noted. "Well..." I said. "Just talking to you make things better." We talked for hours, and when we finally said goodbye, I noticed my nipples were all hard and pointy. I smiled as I thought of him taking me to his bed and ravishing me. . In the morning while dressing I noticed my sox were now either stockings or pantyhose. I chose a pair of high top pantyhose in a color called beige mist. When I rolled them up on my legs, I noticed how smooth it made my legs feel. My still male shoes felt like they still fit despite the thinness of my stockings in comparison to the sox I used to wear. The blouse I wore was a translucent cream with darts and a bow. Because the blouse was translucent I decoded to wear a lacy bra because I wanted to get Gunny's attention. I looked in the mirror as I put on my makeup, and when I finished, again I saw that pretty young lady that was me. As I walked to my car the movement of my legs encased in the pantyhose sent delicious tingles through me and made me feel sexy. I arrived at work, grabbed some oatmeal and milk and threw the oatmeal in the microwave. While I was cooking my cereal, Gunny came up to me. He put his hand on my back and asked me, "Could you come to the club tonight? I want to do some dancing." "OK," I squeaked. I was leaning onto his hand and enjoying his touch as he guided me to the table that we sat down and ate. That night I was Gunny's exclusive partner. He walked to the club so at the end of the night I drove him the five blocks to his home. When we stopped in his driveway, he leaned over and kissed me. After I got over my surprise, I released my seatbelt and kissed back with everything I had. He put his arm around me and I put mine around his neck. 'Please,' I thought. 'Don't let this kiss end.' The kiss lasted almost long enough. My tiny breasts pushed as hard as they could into the padding of my bra. When the kiss ended, he got out of the car and slowly made his way to his front door. I saw him looking back towards me as he walked. When he finally went inside, I sat in the car for about a minute thinking of the evening. I was content. In the morning I noticed that my waist was smaller and my hips were bigger. While I showered I hoped that my slacks would fit. I needn't have worried, as somehow they had magically changed and fit me like a glove, literally. I had some difficulty pulling the pair I chose over my hips, but when I looked in the mirror after I put everything on, I looked hot. The slacks looked like they were painted on. They were (giggle). I knew that I could have any available man that I wanted, but I knew I only wanted one man, Gabriel, and I was determined to make sure that he was mine and only mine. Gunny and I arrived at work at the same time and we parked our cars next to each other. When we entered the building he held the door open for me. I smiled at him for being such a gentleman. We had breakfast together and later lunch. During breakfast I told him how much I enjoyed the previous night. "I want our relationship to continue and grow," I told him. "I hope it does, James," he said as he smiled. "I like what is happening to us." "So do I," added with a smile. I also liked what was happening to me. But what he said made me think. He didn't sound like he was the one doing the magic on me. Was I seeing things clearly or was I just hoping that he wasn't the magic practitioner. I didn't note any change the next day when I woke up and got dressed. It seemed like all my changes had been done and I would be this way forever. However, when I arrived at work one of the men held the door for me as we walked in. I was appreciative of what he did and I said, "Thank you." It was sweet of him. "Sweet." Thinking of that word in that way is a feminine concept. A man would think that holding a door for him is a nice gesture, but not "sweet." I realized that I was thinking as a woman. My brain was then, and forever after, female and I liked it. I told Gloria that a man had held the door for me today and how it made me feel. It was different, yet it felt right. It seemed that Gloria was rapidly becoming my close friend and confidant. In a matter of a few short weeks we seem to share things like sisters. She was telling me more about her life at home with her husband. Apparently, they were trying to have a baby. As a result of that revelation I couldn't concentrate on my work all day as I fantasized having a baby growing in me, Gabriel's baby. I didn't care that I had one of my worst day's productions in months. To me the jobs of wife and mommy would be more important. That night, Gunny called and I told him what I was thinking. It didn't seem to scare him. In fact, at one time in our conversation he asked me, "Would you like me to get you pregnant?" "I would love to have your children, Gabriel," I replied. The next morning I looked in my closet deciding what to wear. For the first time my choices included skirts and dresses. I pulled out a hot black skirt with four-inch ruffles on the hem that came to just above my knees. With the translucent white blouse I was wearing I definitely looked sexy. In my mind there was only one man I wanted to look sexy for, Gabriel. When I arrived at work I was a few minutes ahead of Gabriel. I had already sat down to eat when he finished getting his food. We sat and talk a bit before going to our workstations. When I stood up I noticed his appreciative gasp. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "You look great! What did you do different?" "I'm wearing a skirt today," I replied as I twirled around. "Do you like it?" The skirt billowed out as I turned. "OH, YEAH!" he replied. I also noticed that little Gunny also liked what I was wearing. When I left for the day I realized that I liked the feeling of wearing a skirt. I actually felt free in the skirt. I don't know how to explain it any better than that. It was hard to believe that wearing a skirt for the first time was such a liberating experience. Until the temperature drops to below freezing in a month or two I then knew that I would be wearing skirts from that time on because wearing a dress or a skirt had just become a part of who I am. The next morning I hadn't noticed any further changes until I was already driving to work in my car. My pocketbook was sitting on the passenger seat next to me. I had swung it over my shoulder after taking out my keys to lock my front door then walked to my car and put it on the passenger seat and started to drive without realizing anything was different. In a way it wasn't much of a difference. It is just another piece of accessory that I really need. Nothing, except a bra, or a skirt says female more than a purse. Almost no man carries a purse except for that waist pouch thingy. It is as an important accessory as any piece of jewelry on a woman. Mine was black, which went nicely with my white dress with the black belt. I looked so sweet and innocent, although because of what I was thinking, you couldn't call me innocent. In the morning while I was thinking of what to wear I noticed my shoes. I must have about fifty different pairs in my closet. There were three and four inch pumps, flats, one and two inch heels, sneakers, and sandals. There were boots, courts, Mary Janes, mules, platforms, slides, and slingbacks. They had straps and were strapless. Some had open toes some covered the entire foot. There were all the possible styles a girl could want, and I was that girl. I put my hand to my chest and gasped at the variety that was waiting for me to wear. Somehow I knew that although I wouldn't walk a lot at work I would still be better off with a rubber soled black pair with a 1 1/2 inch wedge that went well with the outfit I was wearing that day. It was pretty but not something that would be called sexy. My need for comfort outweighed my need to have my feet look that sexy for the few minutes that Gunny would see my legs. When I arrived at work, Gunny suggested that we go dancing again that night. I readily accepted and gave him a kiss. It was a sensual kiss and we ignored all the "Oohhs" and "Ahs" that the others in the cafeteria gave us. The fact that I could feel his member growing made me want him to continue, but as we were already at work we decided to do our jobs instead. That night we went to the club and I wore a dress 2" above my knees and 3 " pumps with ankle straps. The extra height made me almost as tall as Gabriel. During the fast dances I purposely rubbed my behind against his member. During the slow dances I stayed close to him. Many times my head lay on his shoulder. We stayed late that night as I didn't want to let him go and I sensed the feeling was mutual. The next day we were off, so Gloria and I went to the mall. We passed Bath & Body Works and I asked Gloria if we could go in. The inside of the store smelled Heavenly. I decided on two scents, gardenia and cotton blossom. I bought the soap, bath oil, lotion and spray for both scents. I was financially poorer, but looking forward to the luxurious bath I would take on my next day off. The rest of the time we looked at clothing, jewelry, pocketbooks and accessories. At one booth in the mall isle I tried on a hat and Gloria laughed. I looked in the mirror and also giggled. I looked ridiculous in that hat, so I put it on Gloria. She looked just as silly. We tried some more hats. Finally she found one that looked great on her. "That one is just you," I told her. "You really like it?" she asked. "Yeah," I replied. She looked in the mirror and smiled. "How much?" she asked. When the saleslady told her she put it on her card. We tried on some of the other clothes, but neither of us liked what we saw in the mirror. Driving home from the mall I realized it was fun shopping with my good friend. But there was this dark lining on my silver cloud. I still didn't know who had been responsible for these changes to me. I didn't think it was fair that I was being changed without my permission. Yes, I enjoyed the changes. Yes, I liked my close friendship with Gloria. Yes, I like the growing closeness with Gabriel. Yes, I am happier this way, and yes, I even looked forward to the next change. BUT whoever is doing this to me HAD NO RIGHT to do this without me accepting these changes. These thought made me angry, and I cried. In the morning I woke up and sat down to pee like I've been doing recently and noticed that I no longer needed to use my hands at least until I needed to clean myself. I had free hands because now I have a vagina instead of my former penis. After I relieved myself I took a shower. I soaped myself and had an easy time of it until I reached my new vaginal lips. I was getting hornier and hotter as I soaped myself down there. I managed to clean myself enough and dried myself off. I still needed to explore my new opening so I got into my bed and I lied down for what I thought would be only a few minutes and started stroking my vagina. With each stroke I went in a little further. As I pounded down on my fingers I noticed my inner thigh muscles were "sucking" what ever it could into me. I came and came and came. The waves timed from those muscles ended as explosions in my head. I eventually came down from that pinnacle. After what seemed forever in bliss, my wits told me to check the time. If I got fully dressed quickly and drove a little too fast and made the lights right I might get to work on time, but I smelled very female. I needed to take another shower or maybe a bath. There was no way I was going into work in this condition. After I called in "sick," I decided to repeat what I did. This time I started with my breasts that got all pointy while my vagina got wet. This time the experience was not as intense, but was still very nice. I felt like I needed something bigger in there than my fingers could give me. I slept for about an hour then gave myself a scented bath bubble from my purchase at Bath and Body Works. The bath was relaxing and felt sensuous. My breasts kept popping out of the water and I had a tough time not playing with them or my happy opening down below. I patted myself off like I've been doing since my skin became so smooth. I put on a white bra with lace, a white silk blouse with puffy sleeves and a man style collar, white lacy panties and a black skirt that reached to about one inch above my knees. The skirt had white flowers on the right side starting about mid thigh and ending near the hem. My black pantyhose and three inch spiked heals finished my ensemble. After fixing my makeup I added that heart necklace. Looking in my full-length mirror I thought I looked foxy. Grabbing my purse, I waked calmly to my car and drove to the sex shop that was about half way between my home and work. I was nervous walking into the place. The salesman's leer didn't help matters. Regaining my confidence I told him, "I need a dildo." He came around the counter and showed me where they were. "Do you have any suggestion?" I asked. "Most women want them a little larger," he explained. "And they prefer a vibrator. This one has both features." He picked up a delicious looking one. I looked at the package and read what was involved. A couple of "C" cells made it move. I decided to buy it and whipped out my credit card. He looked at the name and asked, "Is this your husband's card?" I was a little flustered, but eventually I said, "Yes." I still had time, so I went to the mall and looked at the jewelry. When I saw this sapphire necklace I knew I had to buy it. After he told me the price I negotiated a bit and I believe I got a good price. I pulled out the cash to pay for it. Looking some more, I saw this bangle that also looked nice on me. On the way home I picked up a jewelry box. When I finally got home about mid afternoon I decided to try out my new toy. I was right. It was better with something larger and the vibration made it easier for me to cum. When I finally came down from this exquisite pounding I turned off the machine and stroked the love shaft. As I did I thought of Gabriel and hoped that he would be better than my new toy. Concerned, Gabriel called me that evening after work. As we talked I felt guilty about what I did that day. I felt like I cheated on him, but he never said I was his girlfriend. I have needs that he should be able to fulfill. One of those needs was for him proclaiming that I belonged to him and that he loves me. But what about my love for him? Am I as afraid to love him and commit myself to him, as he is afraid to do for me? If I did commit to someone he would need to be a loving and as sweet as Gabriel. He would need to care for me and ours. Could I do better than Gunny? I don't know but I could easily do a lot worse. The next day I didn't notice any change in me until I got to work and ordered my breakfast. My voice was higher. It sounded strange to my ears, but nice. When Gabriel came in and he sat down in front of me I asked him, "How does my voice sound?" "As beautiful as ever," he replied. "Just like the rest of you." I blushed. I liked what he said. He couldn't be the one doing these changes, or he wouldn't have replied that way. I am glad because I don't know if I could love someone who would do magic on someone else without that person's permission. When I asked Gloria she told me, "Just like always, very sexy. You have the guys eating out of your hands when you sell. And that sexy voice will get you Gabriel, if you want him." "I do," I mouthed so that Gunny wouldn't hear. "I do. I do. I do." Nothing appeared to change the following morning. As I had the day off I puttered around the townhouse, cleaning and doing other chores that I need to do, but can't on days that I work because the job takes too much of my time. Later that morning, I planned meals for the week and then went food shopping. The day seemed to go faster than I expected because it was past my lunchtime when I finished and sat down to eat a small sandwich. Gabriel worked that day. He called me when he left work. "Jasmine?" he said. "It's me, Gabriel." Jasmine is a good name. I like it. The word is a pretty scent. "Hi, lover boy," I replied. "What ya doing tonight?" "I don't know," he replied. "Do you have anything in mind?" "I could make us dinner," I suggested. "Would fish be alright?" "Sounds good to me," he told me. "You might get here before I get back from the fish store. Just wait ten minutes." "OK, Honey," he replied. As we hung up the phone I realized he called me "Honey." Quickly I got to the fish store and bought the fish. I pulled out my credit card to pay for it and I found that it no longer said "James" on it. It said, "Jasmine." The dinner was good and we relaxed on the couch afterwards. I curled up in his arms and loved the warm feeling he gave me on that colder than normal Autumn night. When he finally left I was reminded of the quote from Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet," "Parting is such sweet sorrow." The next day was an unusual day, at least in comparison to what happened recently. I knew something had changed, yet nothing seemed to come to mind. As I lay my head against my pillow that night I realized what the change was. I was now genetically female. If someone had tested every one of my cells that scientist would find out my chromosomes were XX, not XY like I had previously. How I knew that without an empirical test was a mystery, but I could feel it instinctively. Call it woman's intuition if you like. What it meant that physically James was no more and I would be Jasmine for the rest of my life. James didn't really die. He will live on in my memories. Some of my actions will still be as a result of me having been James. For example I still like football. I would still play a game of touch football. I don't think I would be the quarterback anymore. I want to be tackled. Maybe I would be the wide receiver. Yet my whole being in some respects started to become Jasmine's point of view the day my transformation started. If I had the choice now I think I would still choose to be Jasmine even though I still believed that because I never had that choice the one who did this to me was wrong. As I arrived at work the next day Carole stopped me before I logged on to the telephone. "Would like to join us at our weekly luncheon tomorrow?" she asked. "I'd love to," I replied. When I passed Gloria I told her. I would be one of the girls and I liked that idea. That luncheon was a tradition at our call center. Six to twelve women got together every Thursday. When they came back from their two-hour lunch most of those who were not supervisors usually made sales much better than their normal average. The supervisors gave the other girls 'one-on-one" training time on their time sheets. When I was still male I was jealous that we guys didn't do something similar. Now as "lucky" number thirteen I would know what these training sessions were about. . We started gathering outside the women's bathroom about noon. Our group of ten were finally ready a quarter after. We went to a diner about a mile from the building, and the first thing we did was order. Most of us, including me, had a salad. As we waited for our lunch Carole told us about an incident involving her children that happened that last week, "Mark came to me and told me I had to see something. When I asked him what it was he said, 'Just come.' He took me to the doorframe of our baby's room. She was throwing all her toys out of the crib. The twins were doing a good job tossing them back into the crib. Once Little Barbara caught the plushy and promptly threw it back. Once she fell on her bottom as she tried to catch it. The three of them were laughing the whole time. Mark put his arm around me and I snuggled into him as we watched. I whispered to him, 'This is worth every diaper we ever changed.' After a while Barbara saw us watching and pointed at us. Just then Riche's aim got Barbara on the head. Startled, she started to cry so I ran to our baby and picked her up. I heard Riche apologize to Mark. Mark told him that it was alright, but he needs to be more careful. 'Besides, you're apologizing to the wrong person,' he told Riche. 'You need to apologize to Barbara.' Riche then said, 'OK, daddy.' He came to me and said, "I sorry, Barbie. And gave her a kiss on the cheek." Tasha said, "That is worth more than those diapers." Everyone agreed. Becky then asked Gloria, "Any news?" "No," Gloria replied. "We're still trying. I hope to have good news next week." "How long have you been trying," I asked. "This is the second month," she told me. "He's making me feel really sexy, and he's getting what he wants also." "And you're not?" Dianne asked. "Let's say it was more than nice." Everyone giggled, but my giggles became tears. I was happy for them, but I needed the same things they had. I needed that love of a man, in this case Gabriel. I needed him to be my husband and I wasn't sure that it was going to happen. I also needed to have that family that Carole had and Gloria was trying to have. "I am truly happy for you, Carole," I said through my tears. "What you have is great and I hope you continue to have that. And Gloria I hope I can sponsor a baby shower for you very soon. But nothing is happening with Gabriel. I need him to make his move." "Do you need him to put a rock on your finger?" Sylvia asked. "Or at least a promise to go rock hunting at one of the jewelers?" After I figured out what she meant, I simply said, "Yes." "Tomorrow we're off. What we'll do is get you a hot dress so you can get what you want from him. Promise," Gloria said. "And I'll give you some advice also." "We all will," Sylvia added. I leaned on Gloria's shoulder and whispered, "Thank you." "Let me clean your makeup up," Dianne told me. "Why is it that waterproof mascara only comes off with a good cry?" When we got back to work after the lunch I sold much better that I usually did. Later I realized that what we did at that restaurant was just relax and become the real women that we are, instead of the robot- like workers we are forced to be for the rest of the forty plus hours we work. If I was still a man and we tried to do the same thing it wouldn't work. There would still be too much competition. Gloria called me at 9 AM the next morning, and we decided that to get that hot dress for me to go dancing in that night we would go to the mall. Gloria arrived about an hour later and we drove towards the mall, but she insisted on making a slight detour on the way. We stopped at an upscale fashion boutique in one of the richer communities near where we work. I was glad for the detour. In the window was this beautiful dress that looked like georgette or silk. It was black with small violet flowers seemingly embroidered in sections around the dress. It had spaghetti straps that held the black triangles above the breasts. Depending on the height of the girl, the hem went from about one inch below the knee in the center to three inches above on the sides. If that dress looked as good on me as it does on that manikin I will HAVE TO HAVE IT! After admiring it and the necklace that apparently went with that dress, we entered the store and asked the saleslady to show me the dress in my size. I looked at the label and saw it was 100% silk. I didn't want to look at the price tag. I knew it would cost me a lot more than I was willing to spend. Oh well. You live only once. I tried it on, and Gloria helped me zip it up my back. It was a good fit. I didn't have the proper bra for the dress, but if I liked what I saw I will need to get a strapless. "WOW!" Gloria exclaimed. "You look great!" I went out of the dressing room and looked in the mirror as I turned from side to side to see my back. Granted the shoes and bra were wrong, granted I had no stockings, but I looked hot and sexy. I loved it. "Could I try on the necklace you have with it in the window?" I asked as noncommittal as my voice could muster. "Of course," the saleslady replied. She got a duplicate from out of the display case as she calculated her commission. It was silver with cultured black pearls. Gloria helped me put it on and I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Sold! I took off that dress and after putting it back on the hanger I looked at the price tag. It was nearly $600. "OH MY!" $600. "OH! MY!" There were still the shoes the bra and the stockings to get! "OH MY!" And I should get the wrap that goes with the dress. "OH MY!" But I had plenty of room on my card, so I bought the dress, necklace, and wrap. We traveled the few miles further to the mall. Just to make sure I got the right colors I took the wrap with me. I know, black is black, but I wanted to make sure. I bought a black strapless bra and panty set at Victoria's Secret, as well as black stockings that had a slight flower pattern on it and a black garter belt. Gloria said the stockings would go well with the dress. "Would you like a set for you to wear in front of your husband?" I asked Gloria. "Well," she replied, hungrily eyeing the merchandise. "I'm paying for it," I insisted. "Besides it might help you create that baby." That was the clincher. A few minutes later she had found the right sizes for herself and I whipped out my credit card again. At Baker's I saw this darling two inch black pump with ankle straps. Checking with the stocking and the wrap we thought it would go well with the outfit. Next was a trip to Zales to get some diamond-looped earrings, a diamond bracelet and a silver ankle bracelet. We then went to, Sylvia, Gloria's favorite hairdresser, where I received a wash, set and some coloring in my hair that I was told were highlights. While Sylvia was doing my hair, Eileen did my nails and Martina did my face. While this was happening, Gloria was receiving the same treatment. When I finally looked at the results I knew that my mantrap ensemble would be complete when I entered that dance club that night. I paid for both treatments including a hefty tip for the girls to share. When I got home I called Gabriel. "Gunny, could I drive to your place and you drive us to the club? It would be nicer that way." "Sure," he replied. "Thanks. I feel better," I told him. "Would you like me to pick you up?" "No, I'll be there in about an hour." Before getting dressed for the evening, I packed a small suitcase just in case I could find an excuse to stay with Gabriel that night. I definitely wanted to find an excuse for me to stay with him. I threw in the suitcase a pair of black jeans that were bell-bottom hip huggers and had a red flower pattern embroidered down the right leg. Then I added a translucent white top that had ruffles on the sleeves and down the neck. In also went the black flats with the two-inch soft soles. The white bra and panties finished the ensemble. I then added my liquid soap, shampoo, toothbrush, hairbrush and makeup that would be good on me with these clothes into the pockets and sides of the suitcase. I then checked to make sure I remembered everything, and I was glad I did. I had no nightgown, so I put a sexy one in that I hoped would not be on me too long that night. I also put in my small jar of cold cream to take off the makeup I had on. Finally, put in a box of Trojans. I was determined to get my fill that night. After my suitcase was done I got out of my clothes and started a bath. I put the gardenia-scented bubbles in that bath and soaked. I dried myself off when I got out and put on some of the gardenia-scented lotion. I put on the garter belt first, and then my black panties and bra I had just bought. The stockings with the flowers came next, and I added the silver ankle bracelet over my right ankle. I then slipped into that black dress. I zipped it up then put on the remaining jewelry. I looked in the mirror. I looked hot! That dress is going to be worth the price I paid for it. It is definitely a mantrap dress. I put on the shoes and looked in the mirror again. "Gabriel, you're mine," I thought. I checked my pocketbook and saw that everything I needed was there, except...I decided that some of those Trojans should be in my bag, so I opened the suitcase again and put three of those little love aids into my purse. Now I was ready. I put on my long black leather coat then put my pocketbook over my shoulder and carried the suitcase to my car. I put the suitcase in the trunk, as I didn't want Gunny to know that I wanted him THAT MUCH that night. I wanted him to think it was his idea, at least until he carried my suitcase in his house. I parked at the curb just outside his home, confidently walked to his front door and rang the bell. When he opened the door I suddenly felt weak. I felt like my legs were about to buckle and my stomach had about a thousand butterflies in it. I didn't breathe. "Hold me," I said. "Are you alright?" he asked as he held me. "You took my breath away," I whispered. "It's just me, Gabriel," he said trying to reduce the tension. "But you are so handsome," I explained. "And a woman has needs, and you are the one I need." I can't believe I just said that. "Each day over these last few weeks I've been falling more in love with you," he told me. "Now I'm realizing my dreams, the ones that has you falling in love with me. Tonight when we dance we will celebrate." He kissed me and I kissed him back will all my might. I felt like I was melting into him. He then sat me down and got his coat. He offered his arm and my hand took it as we walked to his car in the driveway. When we arrived at the club, he paid for the parking and both our fees. Even the coat check was paid for by him. When I took off my coat he was flabbergasted. "Jasmine, you are the most beautiful woman in the world," he told me. "Thank you," I said as I twirled around. "I have to be pretty to be with such a handsome man." We chose a table next to the dance floor and he ordered drinks for the two of us. Again he paid for everything, and I enjoyed the idea that I was his date. We danced and talked for what seemed moments. Often I had my hand in his. I enjoyed the slow dances better because he held me so close. I could even smell his manliness. It was as intoxicating as the alcohol that was in our systems. The drinks seemed to keep coming. The fast dances were also good because I was able to push my breasts towards him and wiggle my ass. I noticed during the slow dances that my moves did excite him in ways that I intended. The alcohol worked its way though my body and forced me to go to the lady's room several times. I just made it in time the last time I went. After doing my business, I looked in the mirror and checked on how I looked. I pulled out my hairbrush and fixed my hair that seemed to go in every direction. Next I applied some more lipstick, and I added some eye shadow. My cheeks and mascara looked good to me, so satisfied. I exited the ladies' room and headed back towards Gabriel. Sitting across the table that we had was another woman. She was acting like she was trying to pick him up. I sat next to Gunny, and wrapped my arm around his arm. "Who's you're friend Gunny?" I asked him. "Beat it, sister. I was here first," she told me. "I don't think so," I countered with confidence. "By the way, I'm Jasmine." I held my hand out to shake hers. "What does she have that I don't have?" she asked Gabriel. "His love," I responded. At that moment I knew what I said was true although I was surprised at my response. I was also nervous. I also couldn't loose Gabriel especially to that hussy, but I was saved, as she left us in a huff. As soon as she did, as if by magic, a slow dance came on. Still not saying a word he offered me to join him on the dance floor. I felt his arms around me and I felt safe. I felt the need to be in his arms, and it was wonderful. "You were right," he said to me after a while. "Mmmm," was my response as I smiled. "I do love you," he said. I snuggled in closer. I don't think I could ever be happier. Eventually the dance ended and we went back to the table. I wrapped my hand around his arm and leaned on his shoulder. I was content. Somehow new drinks arrived and we drank them. "I think I'm drunk," I said to him after I finished sipping the drink. "I know I am," he said. "Maybe we should go home before we are too drunk to walk," I told him. He got up a little tipsy and helped me to my feet. I don't know why, but I looked around to see if I could find that hussy, but she had disappeared. We were so drunk that we were barely able to get our coats from the coat check girl. He gave her a generous tip before we left the club and walked to his car. The crisp cold air helped clear my head from some of the alcohol that partially clouded my brain. We definitely didn't walk in a direct line. "You are too drunk to drive," I said to Gunny. "Give me the keys." "You're sober enough to drive?" he asked. "Sober enough to know I shouldn't drive either," I replied. "It is not too cold and your home's only five blocks away. Maybe I can drive home when we get there." "I wanted you to stay the night," he said with a frown. I saw him as a disappointed little boy. "We'll see," I replied. "I'm not making any promises, but give me the keys." He complied and I put them in my pocketbook. We walked silently towards his home even though we still couldn't walk too straight. Eventually our weaving brought us close together. I snuggled into him. I enjoyed his gentle strength as he put his arm around me, and I hoped that his arm around me would become a normal condition. We finally reached his home. "Your car, my lady," he said, looking disappointed. Those puppy dog eyes would have made me stay if I didn't already have that planed. "I'll stay," I replied opening the trunk. "If you will be a gentleman and take in my suitcase." He gave me a kiss and then smiled at me. I looked in his eyes and was lost in them, as we kissed again. That kiss warmed me up that cool night and seemed to last forever. When we broke it off I went into my pocketbook and retrieved his keys as we walked to his front door. I opened the door then he carried me over the threshold. I rewarded that sweet gesture with a long kiss. He took both my suitcase and me into his bedroom where he gently put me down on the bed then the suitcase. I noticed it was a king size bed, and I wondered if I would always be his queen in his bed. I lay on my back and smiled up at him and spread my arms out to beckon him to join me. He climbed in and gave me a deep throat kiss that sent chills throughout my spine. Greedily we took off each other's clothes, and as he massaged my breasts I dug my nails into his back. I was wet and ready, but he was a master and did things slowly until I couldn't stand it any longer. He pierced me with his member that sent me over the edge as I felt him cum. After it was over, I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself off. After finishing I got back into bed with Gabriel and put my head on his chest and cuddled in close to him as I put my leg on his member. His heavy breathing revealed that he was sleeping, but he reacted to my movements by putting his arms around me. I liked the feeling of being protected. I realized then that we just had unprotected sex. I could get pregnant from this round of lovemaking. "Gunny," I whispered. There was no response so I repeated, "Gunny." It took a few seconds for him to respond, "Humm?" "We didn't use any protection. What if I get pregnant?" "I will take care of you," he replied, more asleep than awake. He was asleep again, and his rhythmic breathing was hypnotic. In my semi-wake state I relished the thought of being the mother of his children. I was asleep a few seconds later. The light of the early morning sun streaming into the bedroom woke me. My back was facing Gunny and he had his arm around my waist. I liked our spooned position. His prick was fairly stiff on my back near my behind, so I arched myself allowing his member between my legs. I glided over it, getting wetter by the second. When Gunny put his hand on my then uppermost breast I liked the sensations even better. As I continued to rock, he started to poke at the edge of my vagina. Gradually, he went deeper in me. His thrusts became stronger until he came and I was satisfied. Again the sex was without a condom and again he fell asleep. I got up and cleaned myself, before I came back to bed and lay next to him. His rhythmic breathing hypnotized me into sleeping again. When I woke about an hour later I noticed we were sleeping separate but our hands were touching. I got up and slipped on that sexy robe I had brought with me, and went into the bathroom to relieve myself. I got dressed in my jean outfit I had bought with me and started to explore his home as he continued to sleep. In his living room besides the soft couch was the usual television, CD's and their player. Some of the CD's were movies including classics like "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington," "Dr. Strangelove," "Titanic" and the "Rocky" Series. Some were movies that had just come out. The music CD's were also eclectic including some classical, swing, early rock, classic rock, jazz, salsa, new wave, and new recordings. Just above the CD's I saw the books he had on his bookshelf. The bookshelf had the normal paperback novels including some of the classics and some of the newer popular novels, some histories, and a heavy book that looked like it was very old. The outside cover was leather. Some of the title letters on the cover were worn off. It said: "Prat... Ma..c... Pr...e..." I heard the toilet flush just as I opened it. The inside title page said, "Practical Magic: A Primer by Mary and Phillip English, 1694." I stood there looking at the title page. I was feeling a lot of anger towards Gabriel. How dare he do this to me without my permission? Did he really think he could get away with changing me and I wouldn't find out? He had no right! But to tell the truth I AM happier this way, and it is not just because I just made love to my lover who was my best friend. There is more, I believe that I was meant to be this way and I can fulfill my destiny this way. But my anger got worse as I thought of what he did. If he changed me without my permission did he also change my mind so I would want to be Jasmine? How much of what I was experiencing was real and how much was the spell or were there many spells? "So now you know," Gabriel said behind me. "The authors were accused of being two of the Salem Witch Trial witches. They escaped to New York before they could be tried. By the time they went back to Salem the hysteria was over. They continued to practice knowing they were now safe. Eventually they gave copies of that book to their children, each at the age of twenty-one. They followed their parents' craft and when they had children they gave copies to their children. That continued until this copy came into grandma's possession. When I was a teen I started to practice the craft. Grandma died when I was nineteen. On my twenty-first birthday mama gave me grandma's copy." "And you practiced your craft on me?" "Yes, but before I started this I sensed something odd about you that told me you needed to do what I did. More than that, if I let you continue as a male you would experience a disaster and it would have been soon. I did this because of our friendship." I was angry. "HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME!" I shouted through tears. "YOU HAD NO RIGHT!" He started to come towards me. I threw a paperback at him as I shouted, "GET AWAY FROM ME!" He backed away. "I DIDN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION!" I yelled at him. "CHANGE ME BACK RIGHT NOW!" "That would not be wise," he replied. I crossed my arms under my breasts and asked with an icy voice, "WHY NOT?" "You were about to do things that would hurt and eventually destroy you just before I started to change you," he replied. There was concern in his voice, but I didn't believe him. He had lost my trust. "Just remove all the spells you have on me," I told him. "NOW!" "OK, but it will take a few minutes," he said as he slowly went to the book. "NO YOU DON'T" I said as I grabbed another book. "I need to study the spell in order to do the spell right," he explained. "May I get the book?" I moved away while holding the paperback as a weapon. He picked up the book and studied it. "I am ready if you are," he told me. "Go ahead," I said icily. He read some words in a strange language, then he closed the book and said, "It will take about an hour for you to get back to being James. There will be no spells on you then. I suggest you go back home and wait for the changes there. Everything will be as if you had been James these last few weeks." "How can I trust you?" I asked. "I feel violated. I don't know what is real and what is the spell." "There is nothing I can say or do that will convince you," he replied. "You lose and I lose. I am following your wishes." "Have a good life," I told him as I got up and walked to the door. "One more thing," he said as I opened the door. "WHAT?" "If you change your mind it is reversible." "IN YOUR DREAMS," I said with my jaws locked. On the way home I stopped at the supermarket and bought two cases of beer. That was unusual for me as a six-pack usually lasted me at least a week. But I thought that the beer purchase was necessary. As I drove the rest of the way I felt the need to have a can, but I never had such a need before. Having a beer was just nice to have once in a while. When I got home I put one case in the refrigerator and tried to find room for the other case. My refrigerator door was completely full of beer cans. I took one out and started drinking. I was awoken by the sound of my alarm clock. That alarm gave me a splitting headache. I had slept in my clothes in a kitchen chair all night. I went to the bathroom and peed standing up. I was James again. Then I went into the bedroom and turned the alarm off. The next thing I knew it was three hours later. It is not like me to be late for work. I called work and spoke to Carole, "I'm going to be a little late." "When you get here we need to talk," she told me. I took a quick shower, shaved and brushed my teeth. I looked like I was growing a beard. I threw on some clothes and drove fast to work. From waking up the second time to walking into the building took only forty- five minutes. I still didn't have breakfast. "You wanted to speak to me?" I asked when I went to Carol's desk. "Sit down," she said. She did some work on her computer then got up and brought a sheet back from the printer. She sighed then told me, "You have been constantly arriving late over these last few weeks. Here is a copy of your times since September. As you will see not only are you getting here late but it is now more often and also later. It has gotten worse. Andy has already asked me to fire you. I can't protect you much longer. You must start to arrive on time or you will be terminated. Also you need to get here sober. You don't do good work when you're drunk. Here is a write up you need to sign." She handed me the paper in triplicate. It was signed by Andrew Jones, our location ma

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An Assessment of the GIRL Program Revised

An Assessment of the G.I.R.L Program (Revised) By Seaweed Smells Jenny Boko read the report for the fourth time looking for typos and errors. Finding none she placed the report on her desk and picked up her phone. "Karla, it's me Jenny. I have the revised GIRL Program Report ready for you. ..... Fine, I'll bring it right away." Jenny picked up the report and walked out of her office. As she walked down the corridor towards Karla's office she pondered the paradox that was her...

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Best Summer ever revised

*** Hello Readers, Author Doragon here. In review of my own story, i noticed a major grammatical error, so i have revised the story and corrected the error. I am very sorry for any confusion if any of you had caught on, the revised story is as follows; My name is Michael. I will be a senior in high school this coming fall. Every summer, my cousin, James, and I visit each other's house for 2 weeks. I stay with my aunt, and he stays at my house. We have alot of fun. My aunt Cindy is a blast. We...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 34

Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 34 Paula and Kelly made their way out of the school for their respective lunches. They had just reached the gates when they were stopped. They noticed Kevin and Linda behind them. "Kevin, what do you want?" asked Paula. "What are you doing for dinner?" he asked. "I'm off home. Why?" said Paula. "I'm heading for town," said Kelly. "Debbie and her friends have good memories," said Linda. "I saw one of her gang pointing at you." "So, what...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 31

Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 31 Paula felt bad about putting off Kelly again. She too wanted to make passionate love but felt that it needed to be the right time. She came to think that Kelly's impatience was down to the fact that her father was still against her being gay and would never give them consent. Her mother on the other hand was now likely to give them consent, but until both her parents did so, Kelly believed the only way was behind everyone's back. She was spending...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 7

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 7 Paul was seething after his sister's actions. He remained in his room for the remainder of the night and eventually turned in. He started to dream uneasily, and his female self entered. "You seem troubled?" she asked. "Yes, my sister, that spoilt bitch, has ruined my relationship with the girl I love." "Is the relationship off?" she added. "It's got to be! Her parents will bar her from seeing me now," he replied. "Don't give up just...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 13

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 13 Paul arrived home and explained about his reformed friendship with Mike and how his parents had influenced his decision making. "Not really surprising to be fair." said Laura. "Homosexuality was illegal many years ago and is still shunned by many religions to this day. Despite much support for it since, the world in general still hates it." "But do people have to agree with other people? We have our independence." said Paul. "You do, but...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 14

Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 14 Paul spent the remainder of Saturday and all Sunday as Paula. By the time Sunday night came, everyone was having the same thoughts. "He doesn't want to be a boy again," said Laura. "The changes are definitely mental as well as physical." "He still knows who he is, but he sees himself as a girl," said Alex. "But he seems so much happier. It was a wrench to remove the varnish from his nails," said Joanne. Of the three, Joanne had most enjoyed...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 16

Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 16 "You don't trust me?!" shouted Kelly. "How could you dad?!" "You've said you like girls, so its only natural you'll be attracted to them," he replied. "Has it escaped you that I only have eyes for Paul?" she replied angrily. "No one else, boy or girl, matters to me!" Kelly had discovered that her father's homophobia was near to paranoia. He seemed convinced that she would still try it with a girl, despite her strong relationship with Paul...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 30

The Fortune Cookie (Revised) Part 30 Tuesday came and Paula had arranged a meeting with her mother for Wednesday. Laura was to meet her at school and attend the college event with her. The exams were now playing on her mind again as their beginning was now very close. "Morning beautiful," said Kelly. She was waiting outside the school walls and called Paula into a corner. "If we have to be secret, then so be it. My love for you is no secret though," she added, sharing a kiss...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 5

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 5 Paul awoke next morning having not had a dream with his female self in it. He had just dreamt of Kelly and the thought of having her in bed with him. It was of course Sunday, and due to the day out with Kelly, he had a day of homework to look forward to. He found that Joanne seemed more cheerful than usual. Her hair was chocolate brown now, having dyed it for the umpteenth time. She seemed to be growing it out too. Her roots were showing her...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 6

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 6 Paul arrived home and headed upstairs as usual to put his bag in his room. Whilst he was up there, he headed for the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He noticed that his face was softer, though not enough to look feminine. His eyebrows hadn't been touched since he had found Joanne's tweezers, so they helped keeping him looking masculine. The question that bothered him was how long this state of affairs would remain. How long before the face he...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 15

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 15 Paul arrived home and took his bag upstairs. "Come down here. Need you to try these on," called Laura. Paul quickly came back down and went into the living room. Laura was sitting down and she was holding two pairs of trousers. From first glance, they didn't look like girls trousers. "They're plain enough so that no one will tell unless they stare long enough," said Laura. "Unless girls notice," said Joanne. "Never mind that," said...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 19

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 19 Paul returned home and went upstairs to change. He had a small number of womens clothes to choose from, something he was keen to improve on. Still, he had some clothes to wear. "Thats better," he sighed, as he came downstairs and accepted Laura's offer of a drink. "How was your day at school, Paula?" asked Laura. "Fine, no jokes, and Alicia is ok with the plan," he replied. "Thats good. How're you going to arrange visits?" she...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 24

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 24 Paula awoke next morning ready for her second day at school, and it was going to be an interesting one. First PE lesson as a girl plus seeing exactly what that girl who had spoken to her had meant. "Morning sweetheart," said Laura as she came down to breakfast. "Morning mom. Got my PE kit ready?" she replied. "Yes, I've put you a bottle of shampoo in as you requested," said Laura. "It's gonna feel strange being among loads of naked girls....

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 29

The Fortune Cookie (Revised) Part 29 Paula and Kelly left their mothers at the cafe and went to explore more clothes shops. "I really like the fact you want a bikini," said Kelly. "I can just picture the two of us, lying on a beach, soaking up the sun enjoying each others company." "Yes, hopefully before our honeymoon too," said Paula. "We can just have a sign nearby saying "Men Fuck Off. Lesbians in Love."" "I like the idea, but I doubt it would work. Men don't like women...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 33

Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 33 Laura and Miriam had left the salon for a reason. The surprise that Laura had promised for Paula had got to be collected. Miriam came along because it also involved Kelly. Laura led Miriam to a jewellers shop a few hundred yards away. "Do you think they have them ready?" asked Miriam. "They are," said Laura. "I phoned the shop on Friday. Now they are identical in every way but for size." "If what you told me about them is true, Kelly should...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 35

Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 35 Travelling into town had it's reasons other than to give Paula and Kelly something to do. Kelly was to meet her mom at around 3:00pm as normal. But in the time that remained, Laura followed the girls and let them decide where to go. "Paula, have you tried tying your hair back yet?" asked Kelly. "Not really. I still think it's too short," she replied. They were taking a break from window shopping and sitting on a bench. Laura was at a...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 36

Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 36 Paula went to bed Friday night still reeling from the fact that her parents had had sex in a college classroom. But since that bit of skulduggery, they had obviously cleaned up their act. The following morning, Paula prepared for her day at Alicia's. Without a set of earplugs available, she was trying to think of other ways to worm her way out of listening to hours of pop music. "Oh don't try to worm your way out," said Laura. "You may well...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 3

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 3 Sunday arrived and Paul dressed up as smart as he could, without going overboard. Alex was going to take him round to Kelly's house and would pick him up later. He picked up his school bag and prepared to go. "Just be yourself, and you should be fine," said Laura as he left. "Nervous?" asked Alex as he got in the car. "A bit. Not of Kelly, just her parents," he answered. "Well, don't be. As mom told you, just be yourself. You shouldn't...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 37

Fortune Cookie (Revised) Part 37 They got off the bus and found themselves on a busy city centre street. "Still busy," said Linda. "Lots of workers, college students and the like," said Laura. "Now, I think it's this way." They walked along a number of long shop filled streets before heading towards the fringes of the city centre. It was a fair walk over all and they were glad when the Sealife Centre came into view. "Bugger, got to ask for 5 adults," said Laura. The...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 49

Fortune Cookie (Revised) Part 49 Tuesday came and Paula prepared for what would be her first ever visit to Linda's house. After being told to present herself as "girly", she did just that, going for a just above knee height skirt and a sleeveless top. She then put on her "face" and touched up her nails. "You do know where her house is?" asked Laura over breakfast. "I think so, though I've never been there. I think Kelly mentioned where she lived once." replied Paula. "I should have...

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Stuckup Sisters Revised Ending

As the black teen boys were all engaged in fucking the white sisters Rover showed up. He sniffed the sex in the air and became excited. The dog went to the girls' cunts and licked at the tasty sex juices he found there. The girls squealed with delight as his big long tongue rasped over their cunts. The boys pulled away and just taped the scene as they watched the dog. Rover used his tongue on the girls, bringing them both to orgasm. Then the boys made Jessica get up on her hands and knees and...

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The Terrible Ts Revised

Here's a revised form of my first story. Hope you enjoy! :) The Terrible Ts - Part 1 Talbot POV: The Terrible Ts. That’s what we’ve been called since we learned to walk. Whether it was meaningless pranks to blood-letting fights in the school hallways, nothing deterred us. We were determined to conquer the world, one way or another. Of course, we are still straight-A students and involved in all the sports our high school had to offer us. Our mother, Zona, drilled that into us...

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Favorite Aunt Revised

I would like to say first that I appreciate your comments on my first version of this story. They helped me focus on a few things that needed attention which encouraged me to write this revised edition. If you have read the previous version, please read this one. I would like to know your take in a sort of "before and after" snapshot on whether the story flows better or not. By all means, keep the comments coming. Also, if you’d like, please send me a private message to discuss the...

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What happens under the coversStays under the coversPart 1 revised1

Part 1 (Revised) Chapter One “This will surely go down in the record books as the storm of the century.” The meteorologist’s voice bellowed from the 32 inch flat TV screen. That was the last thing Sarah Sheldon heard before the lights flickered, once…twice, and then everything went dark. Her body stiffened, paralyzed by her fear of storms. “Shit!” she shrieked. “Daddy…? The power’s out!” Of course he would have already figured that one out for himself, but Sarah had been afraid...

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What happens under the coversStays under the coversPart 1 revised0

Part 1 (Revised) Chapter One “This will surely go down in the record books as the storm of the century.” The meteorologist’s voice bellowed from the 32 inch flat TV screen. That was the last thing Sarah Sheldon heard before the lights flickered, once…twice, and then everything went dark. Her body stiffened, paralyzed by her fear of storms. “Shit!” she shrieked. “Daddy…? The power’s out!” Of course he would have already figured that one out for himself, but Sarah had been afraid...

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Me and My Girlfriend Completely Revised

(COMPLETELY REVISED) WRITTEN BY LEROY MORROW A TRUE STORY This is the story of when I lost my virginity. The story is a true story. I went over to my girlfriend’s apartment on the evening of April 27, 1990, a Friday, to visit her. Her name was Beverly. She was 38 when the events of the evening took place. I was 23 when the events of the evening happen. That evening was in early spring and it was a warm evening. Before the evening was over I would lose my virginity. Beverly had...

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TVs Brothers and Sisters A Revised Episode

A revised episode. Introduction: In a recent episode of the TV drama, 'Brothers and Sisters', Kitty (Calista Flockhart) and Nora (Sally Field) are attending a charity function to do with raising funds for a cancer cause. Kitty is hiding out in a washroom because her hair has just started to fall out because of chemotherapy she is receiving for her lymphoma. Nora approaches the door and begs her daughter to come out. I have altered the scenario that they have been kidnapped and are...

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Ill show you mineRevised Tom gets his

My brother and I were very close growing up. We would spend a lot of time together. And when we grew curious about sex we learned from each other. Both of our parents worked and our older sister was always off doing something. We were home alone every afternoon from the time we got home from school until our mom got home around 6:00. It started when my breasts began to develop. I wore a bra to school but took it off when I got home. One day I had changed into a tight tee shirt and some...

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Give it a shot part 1 revised

Introduction: This is a revised version of give it a shot pt 1, a story about my first gay experience. Halloween romance This is a true story about my first gay experience and my lover. Hi, My name is Chris. Let me tell you a story about a teenage boy named Daniel and how he changed my life. I suppose i should take you back to where and when me and Danny first met. At the time i was 15 years old. It was summer break at the pool. I was hanging out with my sister and her friend as usual,...

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House Guests pt 34 w revisedreedited pt 12

Several incidents and people are based on me, my life and experiences when I was young, so I am enjoying embellishing them with fantasy elements and sharing them. Thanks I appreciate the responses and comments about the story. Keepem coming. Ok so here are PARTS 1-4. I had to put all four up, because part 2 was not at all to my liking because unfortunately, I posted and saved the unedited text, instead of the one I meant to post. So of course, I emailed to see about editing and or deleting...

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1950s60s Boylust pt2 Revised

Introduction: Some boyhood adventures, cont. (Note: Like pt.1 Revised, this is a re-post, with a few changes, so sorry if you have already read it. It published without themes and other stuff so, so only way to fix it was to delete and repeat. Also, I did some editing, so its a bit different) In part one I told a bit about my early years in a small, country town. This picks up my story. Ill tell next how I did finally learn about jacking off, or I should say, about having my first orgasm,...

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Alternate Fantasy XXX Revised Version

Author's Note: This is a revised version of the first "Alternate Fantasy". I decided to redo it because I wasn't satisfied with how the first version turned out. Hopefully it will turn out better this time. She could hear them laughing. They were laughing at her struggles made pitiful by the ropes that held her. Her hands were restrained, as were her legs. For her, it definitely wasn't a good night. After quarelling with her boyfriend in a luxury restaurant, she walked out and down an nearly...

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Seeing My Niece Off to College Revised

SEEING MY NIECE OFF TO COLLEGE (Revised)I had written the first half of this story this story and submitted it. If they do publish it, it will be the same as the 1st part of this, so you can skip to Part 2My niece Lilly and I have been having an almost steady affair since she turned 18. When Lilly was young, her father skipped out and her mother essentially spaced out so I stepped in to fill the void. I have supported her mother financially since Lilly was small and provided emotional support...

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The Apartment revised

The author kindly advises that this story and its characters are entirely fictitious. It contains descriptions of exhibitionism, lesbian sex and graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old.The Apartment (revised)(A legal specialist performs exhibitionist lesbian acts for her client’s entertainment)Saturday evening 10pm. Driving rain lashed the dark floor-to-ceiling penthouse windows of an expensive apartment tower. A storm front had descended on downtown Boston. A...

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Rear Window Revised Version

I was unhappy with some aspects of the original Rear Window.so I rewrote parts of it. I am now happy wit this new revised version,EnjoyRear WindowNikkie SilkRear Window is a 1954 film directed by Alfred Hitchcock and starringJames Stewart and Grace Kelly. This fictional story is inspired by someof the characters and events of the film. For a while I wished I could go back and start that day again. It hadall begun so well. The forecast was for a beautiful summer's day; clearblue skies and wall...

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The Pool Party Revised NEED YOUR HELP TO FINISH

The Pool Party (Revised) NEED YOUR HELP TO FINISH THE DIALOGUE! ***Please follow my story line while writing the rest. I included it at the end of the text.***By: WowImBigPart 1There I was, wading in the shallow end of the pool, with my fellow classmates at our senior year pool party; trying to act normal while I was hiding the biggest dirtiest secret ever. Last night, I was pumping my pussy with the monster pump cup I made... and I fell asleep with it on me... suction was strong as ever. 7...

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Janette Klein revised version

The author kindly advises that this story and its characters are entirely fictitious. It contains descriptions of exhibitionism, lesbian sex and graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old.Janette Klein (revised version)(A young voyeur gets help from a bisexual girl to arrange a lesbian tryst between two heterosexual colleagues.) Winter. It’s snowing outside. The streets slowly turn white. I’m on the first floor. My fingertips touch the cold glass of the balcony doors. I...

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The Great Shift The Empty Place Inside Part 1 of 2 revised

The Great Shift: The Empty Place Inside by BlueshifTG Part 1 The straps were loosened on the black 1" heel shoes tumbled under the desk. One stockinged foot was on the floor, the other unsteadily balanced on the plastic trash can; the position pulled the leather skirt tight above the green-nailed fingers that absent-mindedly rubbed a spot on the outside of the right knee. The woman was leaning back in her chair, head...

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Margaret Jeanettes Sperm Count Revised

Margaret Jeanette?s Sperm Count [Revised] With an alternative ending by Samantha Jay ? I like Margaret?s stories immensely, but I feel unsatisfied with some of her endings. As an author I write mainly for myself so I write the endings I want and I suspect that Margaret probably did too. When I read this story an alternative ending suggested itself, now I would normally ask the author?s permission to change a story, but since Margaret tragically died early February I am unable to do...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 1

The Fortune Cookie (Revised) Part 1 It was November and already Paul was getting a little tired of school. He had been back just 2 months and the homework was already piling up. It owed much to the fact that in May, Paul would be taking his GCSE exams. The school was eager for all students to get good results and bombarding them with homework seemed the best way of ensuring it. It was Friday, the weekend ahead and what should have been time for putting feet up and going out with...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 2

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 2 Paul awoke next morning hoping that his dream was just that and nothing else. He didn't want to be a girl at all. He noticed the fortune paper still on his desk and tried again to tear it in two, but the paper was still as untearable as before. For now, he was just going to go about the day as though that dream had not happened. He was going to go to school, get more homework and enjoy the taste of Kelly's lips again. He waited as usual to get...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 4

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 4 Paul went to bed that night wondering what was going to happen about him and Kelly. Kelly was aware that his days as a boy were numbered and wanted him to experience making love before it was too late. It was one thing he was looking forward to, and he knew she felt likewise. But with both sets of parents trying to dictate when they could, it was not going to be easy. He managed to get through the night without meeting his female self. He felt...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 8

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 8 Paul went to bed wondering what to put inside his shoes, allowing him to regain his lost height. He was becoming concerned about a lot of things - when would his parents be informed by the mysterious stranger and whether they would they accept him. He felt as though he was gradually accepting his fate at any rate. He just wasn't ready to face it. His future self had left him alone for a few days now. He didn't know whether this was good or bad....

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 9

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 9 While Paul was dreaming of being the first woman to become World Rally champion, his parents were also visiting dreamland. Before going to bed, they decided to talk about Paul. "I think he's letting his hair go a bit," said Alex. "No kidding but he's got hair that most girls would die for." "You are right, but it is his choice. It is becoming fashionable for boys to grow their hair out again. Remember the 60's and 70's?" said Laura. "I...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 10

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 10 It was Sunday and the last day of the holiday. Paul awoke knowing that the latest meeting with Paula (as he now refered to her) would have to be discussed with his family. His mother was in the same predicament. He checked to see whether his breasts had grown more or if anything else was different. Nothing had changed as far as he could tell. He washed and for the first time, decided not to use his shaving kit. Since it was now known that he...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 11

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 11 Paul awoke next morning to find that his breasts had started to get bigger. Not much growth, but enough to show change. Having washed, he applied some more cream to his nipples and put on the sports bra. "More development, but not much," he said to Laura as he arrived for breakfast. "Morning sis," said Joanne, munching on some toast and marmalade. "Morning," said Paul. "Remember that your "sister" is still a boy," said Laura. "It's ok....

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 12

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 12 Paul spent Saturday trying to watch the practice and qualifying sessions for the Malaysian Grand Prix. Kevin would be coming for to watch the race and have dinner too. His viewing pleasure on Saturday however, was disturbed by Laura, who had decided that there was a programme she wanted to watch. "Mom! You know I like to watch every aspect of a Grand Prix!" he complained. "We like to watch the television too," was her answer. Paul knew...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 17

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 17 Paul awoke Friday morning having slept happily all night. The experience of going out last night as Paula had been enjoyable to say the least. But the best was to come, for Paula was going to a birthday party/sleepover tonight. The thought of which seemed to settle him for the day. His parents feared he may refuse to dress in his boys clothes as was the case last time, but not this time. "Morning mom," he said as he arrived in the kitchen to...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 18

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 18 It was nearly 9:00am when Paul awoke next morning. Kelly was snuggled up beside him. He started to stroke her hair when she stirred. "Morning beautiful," he said. "What time is it?" she replied, yawning. "Nearly nine," he replied. "I've got to get ready, my dad is picking me up at ten." "Can't you stop a bit longer?" she asked, kissing him. "I've got to leave before your parents show up," he said. "Ok then," she sighed. He...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 20

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 20 For the Smith family, it was clear that their 16 year old son was disappearing, physically anyway. In his place was appearing a 16 year old girl with all the usual girl interests and a keen interest in motor cars. Paul had acquired a set of hairbands from a hair accessory shop plus some ponytail loops. Though his hair was still too short to use them, he still wanted some. He arrived home pleased with his new items, which included a black dress...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 21

Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 21 Paul arrived home with dinner almost ready. "Did you have a good time?" asked Laura. "Yes, met Kelly and her parents didn't know a thing," said Paul. "Thats good. Did you do anything apart from kissing Kelly?" "Watched Lord of the Rings part one," said Paul. "Watching part two next time?" asked Laura. "Probably. Alicia says there are loads of differences between the books and the films. I might try reading it again," said Paul. "By...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 22

Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 22 Laura's shopping trip was nothing more than a trip to the local supermarket, to pick up some much needed groceries. With Paul's voice very much non existant, Laura spoke to him in a way that merely required him to shake or nod his head. However, he had an idea to make communication easier. They were taking a break from shopping and having a drink in a cafe. "It is awkward when you've lost your voice," said Laura. "I lost it for a while before you...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 23

Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 23 Paula went to town with Laura and Joanne looking for new school clothes. They took the bus, and on the way, the days events thus far dominated their conversation. "I don't get one thing," said Joanne. "How come the receptionist didn't question Paula's gender?" "I don't know. I'm sure it was the same one I spoke to on Wednesday," said Laura. "It makes no sense. We know about Paula, but she didn't," said Joanne. "We'll have to wait till Monday...

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Fortune Cookie Revised Part 25

The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 25 Friday. The last day of term and as a result, just a half day at that. Paula knew that she would have some spare time on her hands today and she was wondering whether or not she could get some unplanned extra time with Kelly. But first there was still a first period to recover from. In fact, she felt worse. She got up and slowly made her way to the bathroom and took the tampon out. It was soaked in blood and this only made her feel worse still....

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