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Loving Change Are you sure this will work?" the young woman asked quizzically. "Money back guarantee," the elderly clerk replied as he folded a long silk pink slip with a bottle of unmarked lotion and put both in the bag. "I hope he likes it," the women said as she took the bag and headed back into the mall. "I know she will," the clerk stated out of earshot of the young woman. *** *clink* The touch of wine glasses signaled more than six lunar cycles. "That was a lovely dinner, Amanda." "Why thank you hon," my girlfriend of one-half year replied with a blink of her beautiful eyes as she flicked a kiss from her glossy nude pink lips. Amanda was all women, wearing a satiny smooth little black dress and with her highlighted brown hair done up as if she was ready for a night at the opera. A choker necklace accentuated her cleavage giving a peek at her perky 36B breasts. Jet black stockings and sensible 3-inch sling back heels only brought her legs closer to perfection. From the day I met Amanda, I had admired her ability to be so feminine and put together. Her formal look tonight made her that much more of the woman I loved. Oddly, the outfit I was wearing she had picked out for me. No boring manly coat and tie for her sugar pumpkin. No, tonight, I was wearing my favorite short crimson red satin v-necked dress with a matching pendant necklace, tan heels, and black hose. My own naturally long black straight hair, which Amanda had encouraged me to grow, flowed down to my neck and below my ears. My makeup was perfect, thanks to Amanda's assistance. I wasn't ready to go out in public as a woman, though, maybe someday. For the time, being dressed at home with Amanda was enough. Walking together with the dishes back to the kitchen, I was entranced and immensely thankful to have someone like Amanda who could appreciate my feminine side. For so long had I searched for a companion who would allow me to dress as a woman when I wanted and would appreciate my feelings. By a stroke of luck, a trip to the cleaners to pick up one of my dresses had brought us together. I came out to her about "the other girl in my life" on our second date. Her smiling response was, "I knew I liked you because you were different from the other guys." Since then, for every other date, we agreed. I would be Shelly. It was truly like we were meant for each other. "Shelly?" Amanda's question brought me out of my daze. "Let's skip the dishes for now," she said with a slightly devious grin. "I've got a present for you." "So did I." "You shouldn't have!" she said as I reached behind a chair to present her a pair of matching bracelets with our initials inscribed. "Oh honey," she said tenderly with a peck on my cheek. Every touch from her brought such a tingly wave of joy upon me that I barely noticed her leading me to our bedroom suite. We both kicked off our heels as I followed her siren call. "Close your eyes," she said. "This will take a minute, but keep them closed until I say so." I closed my eyes. Amanda was a sensual, tender lover and I relished these moments of surprise. I felt her unzipping my dress letting it fall to the floor. She moved my legs to help me step out gracefully. My bra and waist cincher were undone letting the coolness of the room rush against my smooth hairless chest. She moved my arms straight up, so I could be feel a silk material sliding over my torso and falling down below my knees. "Just a moment more, Shell," I heard the luscious voice command me. Something special was in store when she called me by my femme name. I sensed Amanda moving around, the rustling of fabric, and then her closeness in front of me. "Ok, open!" she said. I first saw Amanda at arms length with her gorgeous wavy hair down to her shoulder wearing a beautiful long royal blue Olga slip. In an instance, I looked and saw myself wearing the exact same style slip in my favorite shade of pink. Before I could open my mouth, Amanda immediately caressed my face with her silky smooth hands and pulled me in for a long tongued kiss. I felt her rubbing lotion on my face as we continued to wrap our lips around each others. Our lips weren't the only thing touching as her curvy body pressed against mine. I thought it strange that I was so excited but my male parts were not reacting. My body tingled all over in a way that I had never known. I figured it was the combination of my girlfriends loving touch and the long silky slip. As it turns out, I was half right. Amanda pulled back from our embrace for air and guided me to the warm sheets of our king sized bed. She climbed in behind me and pulled me back into her in a spooning position. I loved the way Amanda brought our bodies together as if they were one. Early in our relationship, we had decided to take turns switching roles, and I always loved the way she made me feel like the woman even if the parts weren't quite right. She wrapped me tight in her arms, then rolled me over on my back, first rubbing a soothing lotion on my chest and massaging it deeply into my skin. I dreamily closed my eyes and let her work her magic. Suddenly I gasped as I felt a wave of pleasure come through the aureola. In my enraptured state, I barely noticed my new body parts... two shapely and fully functional breasts. "Will this be my gateway to a new world of sensory exploration that had eluded me until now?" I mumbled to myself. "Shhhhhhh," Amanda whispered in my ears as if she had sensed my momentary alarm. Sufficiently soothed by her charms, I resumed enjoying her presence around my now changing body. My eyes closed, I felt her rubbing her fingers through my hair making it grow longer and full. I didn't care at this point as everything she did felt too good. Soon my hair had reached down below my shoulder blades to the small of my back. Amanda caressed my face, hands and arms rubbing the same lotion on my now softening skin. I could feel its effects making my coarse male skin into a smooth feminine cover with all hair removed. She performed the same on my legs and feet making them long and shapely. Even without my manly hair, I still felt warm all over as Amanda continued. I knew what was next, but I didn't care. It all felt so right. Amanda moved her left hand against my silky covered groin. A wondrous heat pulsed throughout as I felt my pleasure center move ever deeper. I couldn't see but, at first, the lotion caused me to get an instant erection, but when she straddled my hips, I felt my penis shrivel into nothingness. What was happening to me? I really didn't care. Amanda turned me to face her with her wicked smile. Without saying a word, she reached around putting her left hand underneath my slip and pulled down my panties. I felt one and then two fingers roam the pubic hair around my newly created clitoris. Was I now a real girl, ready to be taken over a threshold? Her fingers quickly plunged into my clitoris. In and out. In and out. In... And... Out... She quickened the pace putting my new nerves to the test. I gently moaned as the new waves of feminine sexual pleasure coursed through my body. I tilted my head back and squealed with girlie delight as Amanda reached my g-spot. The orgasm was like never before and covered Amanda's hands. She spread my legs even further and put her face under my slip. Her tongue danced around the folds of my new opening and then licked it dry. I squealed again with renewed vigor as my now lesbian girlfriend gifted me with the pleasure of womanhood. I was to know no better way of being loved. I drifted asleep in her arms. *** *Buzzzzzzzzzz* My 7a.m. alarm clock jarred me awake as it always did. I popped the "off" button and lay back in my covers. I knew Amanda had already headed off to work. I would soon do the same. I pulled the covers up to my chin still groggy from the most wonderful dream. But, something wasn't right. My chest felt extra sensitive. I reached under the blankets and felt two large bumps on my chest. "Oh, my goodness," I yelled. Had my dreams come true? I quickly sat up in bed and looked under the top of my slip to confirm that I now had pert round 36B breasts. What is going on? I then felt waves of hair falling to my shoulders. I took my hands and moved them around my neck down to my shoulders to determine how long my hair was. I shook my head and knew I now had a full head of long soft curls. Last night...was it a dream? Had Amanda really made...me...a girl? I paused to consider the possibility. It couldn't be. I was scared to get up, but had to go to work. I gingerly slid out of bed letting my pink slip slide below my knees. I held out my arms and hands in front of me seeing how smooth and soft they were. The silkiness of my slip also alerted me that my legs were probably the same. I put my hands to my stomach. Well at least I lost some weight in the process. I had begun to regain my composure until I looked into the mirror above the dresser. I became light headed and had to grab hold of the edge of the dresser to keep my balance. I looked again in the mirror where a beautiful girl stared back at me. The first thing I noticed were my lips...full, round, and plump. I put a finger to my now feminine lips outlining them around the edge. The strange reflection in the mirror followed suit. My face was completely hairless with beautiful lightly tanned skin. No sharp male angles could be found. My eyes were also nice and rounded and my nose narrower. Everything was so...pretty, and yet it was me. Amazed at my appearance, I felt my panties were still wet. "We must have had a great night of sex," I said to myself. As I started to remove my panties, I noticed my penis was missing. Gone! Instead I found a beautifully shaped clitoris. My dream was true. I again became lightheaded and this time falling back on the bed. Perplexed, yet excited with my new appearance, I screamed at the top of my lungs, but I stopped short as a girly squeal came out of my mouth. I put my hand to my mouth. My voice...that clinched it. There was no denying it. I sat back up steadily pulling myself to my feet. "Hello?" I whispered tentatively to test my voice. Yup. That was a girl's voice, and it was not going to change back. I can't go to work like this. Did I still have a job? I was a junior partner and on the way up in a prestigious law firm. Did they even know? How would they react to the new me? I walked into the bathroom and admired the nude "new me" in the full length mirror. Yes, I was a complete woman. How did it happen? It must be a dream? Why me? I found my pink robe hanging on the bathroom doorknob. I grabbed the robe and put it on wrapping myself in its comfort like a favorite blanket. As I walked back into the bedroom, I saw a blue skirt suit, a white camisole, some jewelry, short heels, and a note lying on the hope chest at the end of the bed. Amanda must have known what was going to happen. She had bought me my first outfit to wear to work, with all the accessories. Before I could read the note, I heard a familiar sound. "I've got youuuuuuuuuu, babe." The sounds of Sonny and Cher told me my cell phone was ringing. I popped the green button to answer and slowly lifted the slim line device to my head. "Hello?" I said in my new voice. "Shelly?" a young unfamiliar female voice answered on the other end. "Yes, this is she," I said hesitantly not believing myself as I uttered those words. "This is Amy at Magic Fingers Salon reminding you of your nine am appointment. We're doing your makeup, hair, and nails today." Magic Fingers? Hmmmm... that's where Amanda goes twice a week. They were expensive but very good. Amanda and I even knew some professional women who had appointments every morning. Was I one of those women now? "Ma'am, is that ok?" Amy asked after waiting patiently a few seconds. "Yes, yes, of course," I replied regaining my focus. "Wonderful! We'll see you at nine," said the now too cheerful Amy. "Oh, thank you. Good bye," was all I could mutter as I clicked off my cell. Well at least I knew part of my schedule. Friday was always a short day at the office. It made sense I could be at the salon about forty five minutes before getting to the office at ten. I returned to the note clearly in Amanda's handwriting. Maybe now I would get an explanation. The note read: My darling Shelly, I'm sure you are confused and wondering what is going on. Just know you are a beautiful women, and you will be fine. I'm sure Amy from Magic Fingers has called. Put on the clothes I laid out, brush your hair, and grab your purse. Don't forget to put your cell and calendar in the purse. Go to your appointment, and they will make you even prettier, my dear. Then follow your schedule as you would any day. It's all in your daytimer just as you wrote it down. Oh, best not to mention that you were ever a man. Everyone knows you as Shelly, not Sam. You and I are the only ones in this world that know of your other life. I'll fill you in tonight! xoxo Amanda I held the note trembling slightly. Had she really done this to me? Last night seemed like a dream. A very real and vivid dream, but a dream nevertheless. I checked my cell phone which read 7:45 am. Magic Fingers was only a ten minute drive. I looked at the clothes and ran my fingers over them. The skirt and jacket had a wool feel, but the camisole was nice and silky. I had never been en femme mode for more than a few hours. How was I going to handle this? Taking a closer look at the outfit Amanda had laid out, I noticed the suit consisted of a smart looking knee length navy blue skirt and matching jacket, open toed navy blue two inch heels, and some nude hose. On top of the clothes were a peach bra, panties, and slip set. I then saw the jewelry, a matching opal blue pendant necklace and earring set. I would have no problem wearing that, and I even contemplated how nice I would look. I found my daytimer and a basic brown women's purse on the chest as well. I needed my daytimer. Even though Amanda and I were fairly young in our early thirties, we both refused to use electronics to keep track of our lives. There was something special about writing something down that helped one remember their daily schedule better. A grumbling arose from my stomach. No matter what was or wasn't between my legs, I still had to eat. I hurried to the kitchen wearing only my robe and pink slip and quickly fixed my favorite breakfast with bagels and cream cheese and a tall glass of orange juice. This is one area where Amanda I differed. She couldn't start the day without two cups of strong black coffee. Since I didn't share her coffee passion, we had broken down and gotten a smaller coffee maker with individual portions. She in turn had bought me a juice maker. As my cell clock counted to 8:10am, I knew I had to get ready. I picked up my clothes and carried them to a now completely feminine bathroom. This was the only room in our shared apartment that had shown any significant change. It smelled wonderful and had creams and ointments of all kind across the granite counter. Gone were the shaving creams and male razors. Everything in the bathroom had undergone a subtle but noticeable feminine makeover. It was more like an oasis than a place to do your business. I didn't have much time to ponder the changes as I took off my bathrobe and pink slip and left them on the checkered bathroom floor. I stepped in the shower stall for a quick soap and rinse. The ladies at Magic Fingers would take care of my hair. Stepping out of the shower, I poured and rubbed my favorite facial and body creams all over me. They had felt wonderful as a guy, but my new body accentuated the sensations even more. I took a moment to massage my now pert breasts. I closed my eyes as my fingers drew circles around my growing nipples. Round and round they went as I experienced a new wave of feminine pleasure. I gasped at the wondrous sensations that rushed through this new body. I stopped to catch my breath amazed at what had just happened. I knew I couldn't get too caught up, but I also knew I wanted more. I wrapped a big fluffy pink towel around my body like any woman. I finished washing my face and brushing my teeth before getting dressed. Quickly dropping the wet towel back to the floor, I slid my panties up into place. I was treated to a new sensation of the silk moving up my smooth legs. Next I snapped my peach bra into place. I knew how to put everything on but not with this body. Every new piece of clothing treated me to a different rush. I took the rest of the clothing into the bedroom and then proceeded to roll the nude hose up my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed. I stood up to put my slip on which fell gently to the top of my thighs. I was ready for my new feminine clothes. I took the silky white camisole and slowly put it over my slip. I stepped into the navy blue skirt and pulled it all the way up before zipping it from the back. It fit perfectly around my now wide hips. I decided to put the jewelry on next with the pendant necklace and the earrings into my already pierced lobes. I loved the way everything felt as I pranced back and forth in front of the bedroom mirror. I slipped on the short heels which gave me just enough height for some extra authority. I grabbed the jacket and put it on the dining room chair before returning to the bathroom mirror for a final hair brushing and inspection. I smiled as I tugged at my long dark luxurious hair. I could have it washed at the salon. I could have everything done at the salon. I was starting to look forward to this. I pulled a tube of almost nude pink lipstick and applied it. I puckered up for effect before stepping out. The clock now read 8:40. I better get a move on. My purse had everything I needed: keys, wallet, business cards, extra brush, etc. I put my daytimer and cell phone in before leaving the apartment. It was a beautiful spring day with not a cloud in site. I closed my eyes and felt the breeze blow against my legs and skirt. I walked towards my car, a late model dark blue Lexus. Each step increased my confidence. I really could do this. I can be a woman. When getting in the car, I realize driving with heels might be a problem. I took an extra lap around the parking lot to adjust my feel. Everything seemed to come along easy... almost too easy. Every time I thought I would feel nervous or anxious, something kicked in to make me feel reassured. It was like I had been a woman longer than a few hours. I had been by Magic Fingers many times but never inside. Women went in, and out came goddesses. The place seemed well... magical! I pulled into the upscale strip mall parking lot and put the vehicle a few spots away from the entrance. I checked my cell which read 8:58am. Whew... just in time. I sat in my running car with the AC full blast for about a minute. How would I be treated? Would they see through me? Was it all a charade? Feeling silly, I got out of the car with my purse and walked inside. Immediately I was greeted by Amy, a perky young brunette who looked like she was about to graduate high school. She was very put together though despite her youthful appearance. "Shelly! Good to see you again and right on time like always. Jill and Diane are ready for you. Let me take you on back." "Like always?" I thought. Whatever Amanda had done affected everyone else as well. I suppose that made my life easier too. Everyone else would be used to me as Shelly. "Thank you, Amy," I replied giving her a gentle hug before following her to the shampooing sinks. We were greeted by Jill, a striking blonde with beautiful long strands of straight hair down to her shoulder. "Oh, Shelly!" Jill exclaimed as we repeated the same hug. "We need to get that hair looking beautiful. Amanda says you have a big date with her Saturday night." Jill winked and smiled before sitting me down in the chair. She wrapped several large towels around my neck before leaning me back and washing my hair. I close my eyes as Jill massaged my scalp while rubbing the shampoo through my hair. Jill leaned me forward while covering my hair in more towels. "Ok, let's make you all nice and pretty," said Jill still smiling like she knew something I didn't. She took me to a private station with a lit mirror and a counter with all the usual beauty accessories. As soon as Jill sat me down, another cute young brunette walked in and hugged me. I gathered this must be Diane. "So Shelly, are we ready for the weekend?" asked Diane. "Um, I guess so," I muttered. "Oh, you can do better than that. Your and Amanda's weekends are always so fun. Well, I know you'll be excited once we're done with you. I have a great blush and eye shadow set that I'm going to give you. Only the best for our young lawyer babe." Diane giggled at that last line as she put the cape around my neck. What happened next can only be describe as amazing. Jill started to cut my hair while Diane put on my nails. The pair worked on me like they had done this their entire lives. I had been turned away from the mirror, but I could still see the long round fuchsia nails Diane was putting on. They must know my favorite colors! Jill cut on my hair and brushed it into place. I could see some curls starting to surround my eyes. I wondered how I looked. "Ok, we'll let those set. I think Jill is done with your hair so let me work on that beautiful face, hon," Diane chirped as she pulled out some makeup brushes and plate that could only be described as an artist's palette. She then started to pat my entire face with a foundation. I knew how to do basic makeup, but Diane went far beyond that pulling from several colors as she patted, brushed, stroked, and moved my makeup around. "Close your eyes, Shell," Diane gently commanded. As I did, I could feel brushes all around my eyes and then on my cheeks. I felt a pencil drawing lightly around my eyes. Then my eyelashes were tugged at and curled before having some mascara put on. "Almost done... just need to round those lips into shape," Diane commented as she pulled some pencils and a lipstick. I caught a glimpse of several of the reddish shades on the lip pencils before Diane started applying them on my lips. She finished with a ruby red lipstick and some gloss. "Let's spray those nails, and make sure they're set," Diane remarked as she sprayed some drying formula on my nails. Amanda had done my nails before. I was used to having them long on weekends but not like this. It was just another adjustment to make. Jill walked back in and smiled brightly. "Are we good, or are we good," Jill laughed with Diane as they whipped off the cape and whirled me around towards the mirror. What I saw can only be described as completely feminine. The makeup made me look totally natural with slightly pinkish blush, ruby red lips, and pink and blue shades around my eyes. The eyelashes were long and curled. My hair had pretty dark bangs and was very well put together. I held my long fuchsia nails to my face. "How do you like the shades we used?" Diane asked. "I thought to try something different for the weekend. This will look good for work, but you can brighten it up for the evening." It was all I could do to stand up and give first Diane and then Jill a big hug. "You two are so wonderful to make me feel this girlish." Jill chuckled, "Well we do it everyday, but I'm glad you like it." "Yes, of course you do," I stammered realizing I had almost given myself away. "Come up whenever you're ready. You really do look great." Diane was almost beaming as she walked out with Jill. I picked up my purse from the counter. Realizing I was alone, I decided to check my wallet. Pulling out my driver's license first, then my credit cards, my professional association cards, and even my business cards, they all had the same name: Michelle Ann Ramsey. Whatever spell Amanda had used, she was quite thorough. My whole identity was female. Sam had never existed in this world. I decided I couldn't wait until tonight. I needed more answers. I pulled out my cellphone and tried to dial Amanda's number. All I got was her voicemail. After the beep, I couldn't think of anything to say. I clicked the red button to turn it off. At least she would know I had called. Pulling myself together, I walked to the front of the salon. I paid Amy with a big tip for Jill and Diane. Walking back to my Lexus, I knew the next test would be huge. Work would be different from the salon. I had worked long hours and had walked over many people to get to my position in the firm. Could I afford to show a soft side? Would they know I was a lesbian? I knew my stuff, but it took more than that to get ahead. I hated many times the things I had to do to otherwise good people, but the rewards were plentiful. Starting my car, I realized how much Amanda had changed me even before last night. She had shown me a better way to treat people. She was a social worker working long hours as a state director. Even though her job was technically an administrative position, she had continued to take on individual cases and even assisted with many others in her office. Amanda was much beloved for this and made sure her people were not overworked. She would sacrifice her own time so others could be at their child's soccer game or with a sick family member. She was a far better person than I. As I drove to the office, I thought about how Amanda had softened my rough edges. She had taught me it was ok to allow my feminine persona to shine through even in male mode. Maybe that was one reason she had done this. I was freed from my masculine macho trappings and could be the real me. I was scared and excited at the same time by the prospect. I pulled the Lexus into my personal space marked "M. Ramsey." The firm's office was almost a country club setting. Almost everything we needed was onsite. All of our meals were catered. A massage therapist was available most days. The gym was easily accessible across the street. We even had a private cart path to the prestigious golf course behind us. Every staff member from senior partners down to janitorial crew had access to the whole menu of services. Turnover was exceptionally low as many junior partners turned down positions with other firms to stay in this atmosphere. As I stepped out of the car and walked down the sidewalk to the front door, I could hear the "clippity-clop" of my high heels as they hit the cement. Amanda had worked with me on walking in heels, and I had become pretty proficient at not breaking an ankle. It seems she had prepared me for this day in more ways that I can count. Opening the front door, I was greeted by our longtime receptionist, Margaret. Margaret was the consummate greeter, organizer, and problem solver. She had taken the time to show me the ropes when I started with the firm. She was not fazed by anything, not even my gruff exterior. I had never thanked her even though I was appreciative of her efforts. "Shelly, how are you?" Margaret greeted me cheerfully. "I love what they did with your eyes today. Very pretty." I was taken back momentarily as Margaret usually called me Mr. Ramsey. However I was beginning to adjust to conversations with other women. "Oh, thank you. I think I'll use it for the weekend too," I blurted out surprising myself with the extra dialogue. "Amanda will love you in that. She is so sweet." Margaret paused before adding, "You have a couple messages... nothing urgent. I know you're here for only a couple hours before your luncheon speech at one. It's only an introduction I know, but Bill thought it would be good to have someone at the club. Let me check. I think you're clear after that." I knew about the luncheon at the club. They were always boring networking affairs. I hoped everyone would like my new suit though. "Thank you, Margaret," I said. "My pleasure hon," Margaret smiled. "No really... thank you for everything," I replied smiling back putting my hand gently on Margaret's desk. "No hon, it's ok. Your success here is thank you enough." Moved by Margaret's kind gesture, I turned away walking to the elevator. A tear had formed below my eye. I was getting a real indoctrination in womanhood. Apparently, the firm knew about Amanda and was fine with us. Maybe I could be softer around here. It was possible. The elevator opened, and two men who I recognized as city officials stood aside to let me in. They then stepped outside holding the elevator door making sure I was inside. I smiled back. I pressed "3" to head to our top floor. I sometimes used the stairs, but I wouldn't dare run up those things in these heels. The elevator chime alerted me I had reached my floor. As the doors opened, two more men in suits stepped aside for me to step aside. I didn't recognize them, but they both smiled as I left the elevator. My semi-private office was only two doors away, and the plush blue carpet caught my footfalls as I walked in. The firm encouraged an open door policy, and I had complied even as Sam. I learned the value of good communication skills early in my career. Even though I was perceived as an up and comer, most still felt comfortable coming to me to share ideas and problems. I came to appreciate the policy and even embraced it. As I sat down, I heard a quick knock on the door. I recognized Bill, my immediate supervisor and mentor. "Shelly, I'm surprised to see you. You know you don't have to come into the office on Fridays when you have presentations." I tried to hide my shock as Bill had always pushed me very hard. He had never been a screamer or shouter, but his advice was always firm. When Bill suggested something, it was more like an order. I knew he saw a lot of potential in me. I always thought that's why he was so demanding of me. "Well, just wanted to check my messages and show my face," I answered recomposing myself. I had done that many times already today. "I know you and Amanda like your long weekends. You've certainly earned them with the work you've done here," Bill surprised me yet again. "Yes we do," I could only smile with my response. Bill smiled knowingly. "I'll get out of your hair. See you Monday." I smiled as Bill left the office. This life was looking more appealing all the time. Long weekends with Amanda... the very thought made my new feminine senses alive. Returning to my desk, I sat down at my computer screen. There were several work related emails, but none of them were pressing. I noted one from "Amanda." Clicking on the email, it read: Hon, I see you called. I don't want to talk until tonight. You're doing great though. You have everything you need to get through today. I know you'll have some wonderful stories to share. I'll tell you more tonight. Just trust me, ok? xoxo Amanda It was reassuring enough to know she was still thinking of me. There was a plan, and I had never doubted her even in this new body. The beep on my speakerphone showed Margaret downstairs paging me. Hitting the intercom button, I answered, "Yes, Margaret?" "Shelly, I'm faxing some notes to you about your introduction. I know you and Rep. Meachum have worked together before, but I'm sure you'll want the highlights of his career. I can email it too if you like." "Oh yes... please do, Margaret. Thank you." "Shelly, thank you hon. I'm sure you'll be a big hit at the luncheon." "You're too kind," I laughed as I answered her compliment. "And you're too modest, dear. Have a great weekend." "You too!" I answered cheerfully. I clicked off the intercom hoping my career wasn't based on looks alone. I knew there were some attractive women in ours and other firms. I also knew they were all quite qualified and would not move up based on sex appeal alone. The firm also had a strict sexual harassment policy, and I had seen it used before. Those thoughts comforted me about my current level of competence. The fax and email from Margaret came through, and I quickly finished my rather mundane introduction speech. Rep. Meachum was a long time family friend and had written my recommendation letters to both undergraduate college and law school. He had been pleased with my success, and I was always thankful for his guidance. The clock read 11:30am, and I felt the urge to test my everyday relations. I had a few routine calls to make which would gauge my conversational skills as a woman. Checking up on a couple of cases and appointments for next week, I couldn't tell much difference. However it gave me confidence that no one questioned my gender. Why should they? I sounded like the woman they had known forever. Now the clock read 12:30pm, and it was time to head to the luncheon. I rode the elevator downstairs, waved good bye to Margaret, and walked to the back to pick up a ride. On luncheons at the club, the firm provided cart rides to the clubhouse. The driver picked me up, smiled as I got in, and drove me the half mile trip. We exchanged pleasantries almost the same as if I were Sam except the young college intern driver couldn't keep his eyes off my legs. I noticed I enjoyed the attention. Walking in the clubhouse, I saw many familiar faces most still in their suits. My work had me in contact with a diverse group from local businesses and government. Everyone greeted me with an extra wide smile. I let the other person initiate the handshake or hug. It seems I was more popular as Shelly then as Sam, and it had more to do with my nice looks. An older man approached me that I immediately recognized as Rep. Meachum. "Shelly," he greeted me with a hug. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather have to introduce this speech. "You're very kind, sir," I replied respectfully. "No, you're very good. I couldn't be happier if it were my own daughter. You know how much I think of your family. I think of you the same way." Rep. Meachum had always been the gregarious type, but he was even more so today. "The honor is all mine," I said checking my cell phone. "I see it's about time." "Well lead on," Rep. Meachum said with a smile following me up to the table in the front where we would all sit. I sat next to him along with about half dozen other VIPs. We were brought our salads as a club official announced the luncheon agenda. Our meals soon followed. I had always been a careful eater at these events not wanting to injure my reputation. I was even more so as a woman. As we finished our meals, the same club official announced a few preliminary speakers. They all gave brief speeches which I barely noticed. I wasn't nervous as I had done this a hundred times in the past. However I had never worn lipstick or a bra or heels or any number of female accoutrements during a speech. Suddenly my name was called to announce the keynote speaker, Rep. Meachum. I got up confidently with my notes, reminded myself to smile, and stepped to the podium. I don't even remember what I said except that Rep. Meachum received a standing ovation as we hugged. He was quite popular having won multiple terms in many offices. The speech was basic policy which he always had a way of making understandable to any audience. Suddenly it was over, and we were all standing giving him more appreciation and applause. I stayed to mingle with many of my colleagues. The interactions were mostly of a routine nature, but I was delighted that everyone seemed comfortable with me as Shelly. I was beginning to get used to being a woman. I wondered however if it were permanent. Was I to be like this forever? **** At the mall, Amanda stepped into the same magic shop where she had bought the pink slip and lotion. "Another satisfied customer?" a young blonde pre-teen girl behind the counter asked. The girl was dressed similar to Alice in Wonderland with a blue poofy dress and a Peter Pan collar blouse. "Yes, I think so. He... I mean she seems to be adjusting well. I'll know better tonight. The physical transformation was flawless though," Amanda noted. "Yes, I can tell the difference even from this far away. Do you remember what we talked about? About making the change forever?" "I do. Again I'll know better tonight." "Just make sure you see me in the morning," the girl commanded. The young girl's voice contrasted with the seriousness of the conversation. "Yes, of course," Amanda turned to leave. "What's with the little girl dress?" "You don't like my new body suit? It's my favorite. I like being a little girl before puberty. No messiness." "I bet you'd look great as Alice all grown up," Amanda responded. "That can be arranged," the girl giggled. **** I returned home early as I always do on Fridays. I had run some errands after the luncheon. Again, no one questioned my identity. Everyone treated me as Shelly. It was an amazing thing even as it became more normal. I kicked off my heels in the bedroom and headed for my girl closet. Amanda and I had cleared out one small closet where I could keep my girl stuff. Taking off the blue suit and white camisole, I pulled on my favorite light blue knit sweater and long black floral skirt. Even though they were still nice clothes, I found them comfortable. Even on a normal week, I was ready to relax by Friday afternoon. With the events of the last twenty four hours, I was ready for a nap. Sleep came easily in our plush sofa. I dreamed girly dreams. My mind was thinking like my body even in an unconscious state. It was the best nap I'd had in ages. "Shelly, dear?" Amanda's beautiful voice woke me from my peaceful slumber. She was kneeling next to me in the sofa gently caressing my hand. "How was your day, hon?" Amanda asked the same question she asked every evening. "Ok," I instinctively answered. "Just ok?" Amanda knowingly questioned. Leaning up on the sofa and starting to regain my senses, I realized that my usual answer would not suffice. I sat up fully on the sofa as Amanda sat next to me leaning her curvy body on mine. I began to recount my day as Amanda nodded at every story. She seemed genuinely interested even in the minor details "I know you have many questions," Amanda stated the obvious. "I just don't want you to be mad. You really do look lovely, and it sounds like you did very well today. I wanted you to be on your own on a slow day. I hope you understand." "Will I be this way forever?" was the first question I blurted out. "I don't know." "You don't know?" I raised my voice. "I don't know," Amanda continued. "Because I don't know fully yet, but I thought you'd want this chance. The spell is a bit funny that way." I hesitated. I didn't know whether to be mad, sad, or grateful. "Let me tell what I do know," Amanda broke the silence. "I have a heritage that goes back to the Celtic women even before the birth of Christ. They were powerful, what we would call witches today. They had a great understanding of nature, the relationships between people, and all the forces of the universe." "Even in those days, they were aware of the differences between men and women. They knew some were dropped in the wrong bodies from time to time. The Celtic witches had developed a very powerful spell to allow people to have their physical body match their mental and emotional gender. They sought out those who had this discontinuity between body and heart and offered this spell to them. You see, in the old Celtic culture, men and women were both very strong and celebrated their respective gender differences." "So, you... you are a witch," I stuttered. "Hardly," Amanda smiled continuing her story. "Over the centuries as the world became more paternalistic, the numbers who practiced the spell diminished. Those that did realized it would be a disservice to men to try to change them into women as it would decrease their quality of life. Women became second class citizens around the world." "Yes I know," I interrupted. "It is a sad thing, but a few continued the old traditions. In the twentieth century, there was a revival of interest in the Celtic ways with rumors of this spell floating around like a fairy tale. With women realizing new rights and powers, those in the know even spoke of restarting the tradition. They felt right about helping a chosen few realize their proper gender role. However so few had the right heritage and knowledge." "So how did you get the spell to work on me?" "I have the heritage, and a sorcerer friend of mine has the knowledge. We were able to pull enough of each into the slip and lotion I used on you last night. As you noticed, it affects everyone else too. You and I and the sorcoress are the only ones who know you were ever Sam." I was speechless. "I had been searching for someone all my life to do this for," Amanda explained. "I never thought it would be my lover and best friend." Amanda paused, "You are the first the spell has been used on it over a millennium. We are not sure how well it works. I have to rub the lotion on you again tonight. If I don't, I'm not sure what will happen." "You mean I could revert back?" I asked. "Yes, but you might be left incomplete. Also it might interrupt the continuity part where others start remembering your old self. I would never do that to you. You need to be fully female tonight and tomorrow." Amanda placed her arms around my neck. "You have always trusted me. Please trust me now." Amanda then moved in for a long full mouthed French kiss. Her arms, breasts, lips all felt so right and were even better against my female counterparts. Loving as a woman felt better than anything I had experienced as a man. If this were the only consideration, I would choose to be Shelly forever. "Ok, hon, I trust you." "I know you do," Amanda smiled lovingly. "I got us dinner and a chick flick for tonight. Then we have appointments at Magic Fingers tomorrow. I want the both of us to be fully pampered." I had loved my brief time at Magic Fingers. I couldn't wait for a longer more relaxing experience. It was a very feminine feeling which I became acutely aware. My thought patterns were becoming subtly more female. While I was still the same person, the estrogen rushing through my body was having the desired affect. Amanda pulled out our chicken caesar salads which we both enjoyed. She then changed into her favorite sweats and t-shirt before cuddling with me in the couch to watch the movie. She picked an old favorite, Beaches. We kept a box of tissues close by for the whole movie. While lying back in Amanda's arms, she began to rub the lotion all around me. I enjoyed her touch more than anything. The night was almost a repeat of the previous night except I started with a clitoris. We kissed each other long and lovingly before Amanda gave my new body parts a test drive of sorts. We alternated caressing the other's breasts feeling the pleasure pulsating through our bodies. I experienced multiple orgasms for the first time as Amanda expertly massaged the folds in my female opening. Amanda also climaxed many times, and I felt her joy at being pleasured as much as me. I again fell asleep in a spooning position with Amanda's arms holding me securely. **** "The spell seems to be working very well," Amanda said to the young female blonde in the magic shop. She had left Shelly asleep to run a few errands. This was the most important one by far. "Yes it does," the about 19 year old girl replied. She was now wearing a strapless yellow flirty spring dress popular with girls her age. "Do you want to go to the next step?" "Yes," Amanda replied confidently. "The texts are quite clear about this. Whatever decision is made is permanent. The world will change accordingly and cannot be brought back. Well I suppose we could do an alternate reality spell, but it is not advisable. The last time I tried it, Amelia Earhart disappeared," the clerk explained. She handed Amanda a drug container with a blue pill and pink pill. "Do not get them mixed up. And for heaven's sake, do not swallow them both. I don't even want to explain that one." "Could I slip one in her drink?" Amanda asked. "No, the subject must be aware and choose. It cannot be forced down," the girl replied. "Ok, I am happy either way this goes. Even two days of having Shelly has been a blessing." "I'm sure it has," the young girl said sarcastically. "What's got you?" Amanda shot back. "Apparently the body suit I put on was having its period," the clerk replied wearily. "Just wait until you've been having them for twenty years," Amanda giggled as she left the store. **** I was awakened by the closing of the door. My second full day as a woman was about to begin. I got out of bed with my cobalt blue slip falling to below my knees. Amanda greeted me at the bedroom door with a soft kiss. "You look lovely," we both said to each other. The aura of the last two nights washed over us like a light rain as we kissed gently. "I have a full day planned for us," Amanda said in a matter of fact manner. "I told you about Magic Fingers. What I didn't tell you was we'll do a little shopping afterwards." "Where are we going shopping?" I asked still a little bleary eyed. "Well, I got you an appointment at an exclusive little boutique. You may have heard of it, darling. It's called Bridal Belles," Amanda said smiling. "Bridal Belles!" I exclaimed. "I have only dreamed about going in that place." "It's a private appointment. So it will only be you, me, the associate, and hundreds of dresses. I want to get you a cocktail dress, and you can get one of those long poofy dresses you like so much. I might get a little something too," Amanda laughed winking at me. I was already in heaven thinking about my day before Amanda whispered in my ears, "And then... you're all mine for tonight." "Oh darling, are we going out?" I wondered. "But of course. We better get ready for our appointment. I think you have plenty to pick from in your closet." Amanda and I had a quick breakfast before I took my shower. I picked a cream sleeveless knit top with a knee length floral skirt. Matching strappy heels and the blue opal pendant necklace completed the outfit. Amanda was wearing her favorite cotton white blouse and black knee length skirt with short black heels. Even on casual outings, we both liked to dress up. Amanda drove our more sensible Honda to Magic Fingers. Starting to wake up, I finally asked her as directly as I could: "Why did you do it?" "Because this is the real you," Amanda answered. "The real me?" "Yes... I see how much more natural you are en femme. You seem so much more at ease with yourself. You're nicer and more thoughtful too. As Sam, you always have to put up a front full of false bravado. I know you hate doing that." "And yet, that makes me a successful lawyer," I replied. "You're still a successful lawyer, darling. You just went about it a bit differently," Amanda explained. "You have a lot more friends in this world. Your relationships are more real. People help you instead of fighting you. Sure you can bring out the competitive edge as Shelly. Don't get me wrong there. You can still be tough when necessary, but it's not your only option." "What do mean by in this world? Are we in some Bizarro world now?" I couldn't believe what I was asking. "No honey," Amanda giggled. "Surely you've figured it out. Everyone thinks you have been a girl your entire life. Even your parents think they had a daughter. So yes, it's an alternate reality, but no Bizarro world. The Cubs still haven't won the World Series since 1908 if that's what you mean." "But I feel completely natural," I asked questionly. "I somehow know how to be a woman." "Shelly, you have everything you need to be a woman. The only thing you lacked was the body. And yes, I've been preparing you somewhat the last few months, but you had most of it down pat already." The conversation quickly ended as we pulled into the Magic Fingers parking lot and walked inside. The prior morning's scene repeated itself only with twice the number of hellos and hugs. What followed however was even better as Amanda had arranged a couple's pampering package. It started with a 30 minute massage with both of us in the same room. I had massages in male mode before, but this was beyond any of that even without my sexual parts being touched. Neither of us wanted it to end. It was so relaxing. After the massage, we were taken to a private room with each of us in white robes. The room had two makeup chairs with mirrors and sinks. We were given facials and had our hair washed. Diane and Jill then came in to do hair styling and makeup. Amanda had her nails done. We ended up critiquing the others choice of colors. When we were finished, we barely recognized ourselves. The ladies at Magic Fingers truly were magicians. I know now after two straight mornings why women loved the beauty salon. We had time for a quick lunch at the mall before the 1pm appointment at Bridal Belles. I decided to probe a little further. "Do you think I make a bad guy?" I wondered aloud to Amanda. "No, dear. At heart, you are smart and witty and as nice as you feel as you can be," Amanda answered diplomatically. "I sense a 'but' coming." "You do the best you can behind that male exterior, but you hate playing the male games. I knew it at our first date. I knew I liked you when I saw the real you shining through. Then you told me about your crossdressing, and I immediately understood." Amanda paused as she took a bit of her salad. "Don't you see what I've done? I've freed you to be the real you," Amanda added. "I love you no matter what, but I truly believe you'll be happier like this. And think of all the things we can do together." "I'm starting to understand," I answered softly. "I wish you could have told me ahead of time." "Do you think you would have agreed if I told you? Would you have even believed me? Oh, there goes that crazy girlfriend of mine. She can turn me into a girl." Amanda paused for effect. "No way could I have told you." "Good point. I do feel somehow..." I lost my train of though before finishing my answer, "More complete." "Yes, and you'll feel that even more at Bridal Belles," Amanda giggled. I nodded my head in agreement as we finished our lunches. Soon we were off to Bridal Belles. I really looked forward to this. Amanda knew I always liked my formal dresses. I'm sure they felt and looked even more exquisite on a female body. As Amanda drove us to the bridal shop, the question I was afraid to ask kept crossing my mind. Was this forever? In a way, I hoped it was. The chance to live as fully female was compelling on so many levels. I had corresponded with so many transgender friends who would have jumped at the opportunity to have this type of transformation. Why did Amanda choose me? That was just one of many questions. "I have a confession to make," Amanda interrupted the silence. "Oh?" I answered expecting something major. "I love the feel of satin too. I guess I had ulterior motives in bringing you here," Amanda smiled and laughed as she spoke. "We'll both be in satin then," I answered sensually. "Yes we will my dear," Amanda smiled even wider as she put a hand on my skirted thigh. Amanda had such a daring side to her that she let loose around me. I was happy she could be open around me too. Maybe that was my gift to her. We arrived at Bridal Belles which was set off the main road. They had taken over a modest two-story brick home and renovated it some years ago into a bridal salon. As such, they had plenty of room for gowns, fittings, and alterations. For a new girl like me, it was as close to a femme heaven as I could get. Even in guy mode, it wasn't a sexual turn- on. Instead, the feeling was one of being beautiful in every way. The idea of being treated of being treated like a princess even for only a day was quite intoxicating. I had wanted to be Cinderella even as a little boy. Amanda and I walked into the shop and were immediately greeting by Vickie, the head sales associate. Vickie was a calm middle aged lady that immediately exuded professionalism. I almost believed I could have walked in here as Sam, and she would make sure I found my perfect gown. The shop itself was beautiful as I could see mostly prom and cocktail dresses lining the room to the left. The room on the right was all wedding dresses and bridesmaid gowns. I think I could have spent a day in either room. A staircase behind the front desk was also lined with gowns apparently being worked on. I could only imagine how many dresses were upstairs. "You ladies look lovely," Vickie said. "Now you have the place as long as you need it. If I understand you correctly, you both need cocktail dresses for tonight." "Yes," Amanda quickly answered. Putting her arm around my shoulder, "And this young lady wants a big poofy dress." "Oh good. We have plenty of those." Looking me over she observed, "I bet you would like to go strapless. You'd look darling in one of our pink gowns." I blushed lightly at all of the attention, but I was enjoying it immensely. It was a girl's dream come true. "I'm sure you have many beautiful dresses. I've always wanted to be a debutante though. How's your selection there?" "We help over 100 girls every debutante season. I'm sure we can find something for that glamorous night," Vickie said confidently. Amanda whispered in my ear, "How appropriate!" "Jackie, our seamstress, is here if you need some alterations. She is working on some prom dresses upstairs, but I'm sure she'll be glad to help," Vickie added. Vickie then took us through the room with the wedding dresses to a row of changing rooms with several mirrors at the end. The hardwood floors made the shop seem more homely. It was like the place had been built with us in mind. Vickie asked us for our favorite styles and colors along with our sizes. She did some quick measuring on me as I wasn't sure in this body. Amanda wanted black, and I had asked for dark blue. Vickie within what seemed like seconds had ten dresses pulled out. We each went into our respective rooms and started to try on dresses. We had both agreed we wouldn't come out until we had found something we each liked. Vickie came in with each dress to zip it up and give us comments. For me, it was the third dress. It was dark blue sleeveless number with a low neckline and back. The skirt was tight down to my knee. I liked the way it showed my cleavage and some of my legs without revealing too much. I stepped out of the changing room and saw a beaming Amanda in a strapless black number with a long flowing skirt. Vickie had already found a silver choker necklace and put it on Amanda. Amanda then turned me toward the mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes. I alternated looking at me and then at Amanda. I was gazing at two truly stunning women. The feel of my long hair against my back was amazing as well. Amanda stepped behind me and put a matching pendant necklace around my neck. She unclipped my hoop earrings and put in some dangly silver and blue earrings. Turning back to the mirror, I could see her leaning her head on my shoulder smiling all the way. As we were admiring ourselves, a red headed lady stepped in and introduced herself as Jackie, the seamstress. She started to measure my dress and determined it needed a little work in the bust. I changed back into my top and skirt while she worked on Amanda's dress. When I stepped out, Amanda was still in her black dress. I leaned in to kiss her when Vickie walked in with at least half a dozen white dresses. "Who's getting married?" Jackie asked. We all laughed before explaining the situation. Amanda said she would walk upstairs with Jackie while Vickie helped me try on the debutante dresses. The dresses Vickie had brought out were simply amazing. I had never been surrounded by so much white satin in my life. I felt like I should have a crown and scepter wearing these numbers. I ended up trying on four dresses. I hated to take each one off, but I knew the fourth one was for me. They were all strapless, but this one had the simplest design. It had a floral jeweled corset top with a perfectly round and flowing skirt. The skirt itself had four layers and required a fairly wide crinoline. All those layers rubbing against my legs were making my feminine senses excited. "This is the one I want," I finally said to Vickie. "An excellent choice," Vickie beamed as she replied. She looked like a proud mother giving her daughter away. She then pulled out some white opera length gloves and a simple silver choker necklace. I put on the gloves as she put on the necklace. One more look in the mirror was all I needed to know I had the made right choice. All that white made me feel so radiant and alive. Even in a real woman's life, these moments didn't come everyday. I was happy to be experiencing this. "Oh my goodness! Aren't you a vision?" Jackie gushed as she and Amanda returned into the fitting room hallway. Amanda was literally speechless. "I think we're all in agreement," Vickie said. Jackie quickly pulled out some pins, needles, and measuring tape while Amanda and Vickie walked to the front. **** "The change will happen soon," Vickie said to Amanda at the front desk. "What time do I need to be back?" asked Amanda. "Nine pm," Vickie answered. "I wish we had another day." "The temporary spell will only last so long," Vickie said looking past the wedding dresses into the hallway. "You've made a good choice, and you've done the best you can. It's up to her now." "Two days... that's all," Amanda sighed. "Two days. The magic must be so weak after all the centuries." "Yes dear, but maybe a successful change will bring it back. Who knows? She may have the right heritage too." "Maybe. I just want to get through tonight." **** Jackie finished measuring my debutante dress, and I reluctantly slipped out of it. She was going to do the final alterations on our cocktail dresses. I returned up front to see Amanda and Vickie now joined by Jill and Diane. "Fancy seeing you here," I said in surprise. Amanda hugged me saying, "I thought they could do some touch-ups for tonight while Jackie finished our dresses." This day was getting better all the time. A couple of stools had been brought before some large mirrors, and Jill and Diane immediately went to work. The main focus was a night time look on the eyes with some false eyelashes. Amanda also asked for a quick updo look for her hair. Jill and Diane applied their magic yet again. In less than half an hour, we were looking gorgeous. Vickie walked in to announce our dresses were ready. Jackie had put one in each of the changing areas. I knew what she had in mind. Amanda and I gave each other a kiss before going our separate ways. Mine was in the same one where we had all tried on our dresses. Vickie had walked with me to zip me up. When she did, I stepped out to admire myself one more time. I walked back to the front desk where I timed my entrance perfectly with Amanda's. The dress with the updo truly made Amanda as elegant a woman you would ever imagine. "You do look lovely, my darling," I complimented her. "You're pretty ok yourself stranger," Amanda teased. "Get a room!" Jackie yelled from the top of the stairwell. Everyone laughed as Amanda and I could only blush as we held each other. Jackie also said she would work on my debutante dress tonight and have it ready soon. "You've all been wonderful," I gushed giving hugs to everyone in the room. Amanda followed suit before we headed out the door hand in hand. Since it was still early (around 5pm), we decided to stop off at a local park to enjoy a quiet stroll. Amanda and I got quite a few looks from joggers and other walkers. We even asked an older man to snap a few pictures of us. Afterwards, we took shots of each other around natural scenic areas. I always enjoy wearing a formal dress in a natural setting. Those were the best places for photo shoots. By 6pm, we were ready to leave for dinner. Amanda had picked an exclusive restaurant where we could enjoy a quiet candlelit dinner. Chez Louie was a world renown five star establishment known for its ambiance, service, and of course cuisine. One had to book months in advance, and clearly Amanda had planned for this. Even with our good salaries, such outings were quite rare. There was a dress code which I hated as a man but was now every much enjoying as a woman. We were seated by a window pointed west to the sunset overlooking a small lake. It was truly a spectacular view. Amanda and I spent more time gazing into the other's eyes. We said very little. This was a moment when we simply enjoyed the company. The fine wine and meal only added to the moment. Two nights ago, a similar occasion brought on a big change. I was starting to suspect something similar tonight. "Would you like to go for another walk?" Amanda asked wistfully after we finished eating the meal. "You know I'd walk with you anywhere," I answered smiling. I paid the large bill gladly before jumping back in the car. I wasn't sure what Amanda had in mind. "Bridal Belles has a lovely walking trail," Amanda commented as she started the car. I agreed thinking how much fun I had there. We parked in their lot around 8:30pm. The lights were still on inside, but we went into a lit cobblestone path into the woods behind the shop. After walking a bit, we found a bench to sit on under a light. Amanda and I had the same thing in mind as we kicked off our heels. Holding the other's hands, Amanda started a conversation. "Hon, you have a decision to make tonight. You must choose to be a woman or to be a man." "Tonight?" I questioned suddenly feeling something in my throat. "Yes, and I am so sorry. We only had two days, and we only have tonight. You see tonight only is when I can make the change permanent for you. My heritage allows me to push you all the way towards womanhood or back to manhood, but only tonight. I picked you because I love you, and I want you to be happy. I know you were dropped in the wrong body." "Don't you..." I stopped short realizing my voice had gotten deeper. "What just happened?" "It's already started," Amanda said with a tear coming out of her eye. I realized what was happening ever so slowly. I was changing back. "How long do I have?" I asked in a half female, half male voice. "I don't know... an hour at most," Amanda answered through her tears. She continued to hold my hands. I felt my Adam's apple growing in my throat. My breasts were beginning to shrink ever so slightly too. "How about that lotion?" I wondered. "That lotion was all we had left from centuries of secret excavations. There is no more." "What must I do?" I asked beginning to panic. I felt a sensation in my groin. Oh God... please don't let it be that. Amanda pulled out a pill bottle with two gel capsules. One was pink. The other was blue. "I don't think I have to explain," Amanda laughed through her tears. "You must choose one, and you will immediately become that gender." I could see the skin on my arm getting rougher and slightly more muscular. "I'm scared," I muttered. "I know you are, and I love you either way." Amanda leaned in for a long luscious kiss putting the capsules in my hand. I stared at the two thinking of The Matrix movie. Do I continue in the lie, or do I live my true self. Life was very good either way I went. In some ways, it was more comfortable as a male knowing I could be in control. However being a woman felt so much more natural. It was like coming home after drifting at sea. "Thank you," I said composing myself. The changes in my body were continuing. I felt soon I would be neither man nor woman. Closing my eyes, I dropped the pink capsule in my mouth and swallowed it whole. The changes were almost instantaneous as I felt my Adam's apple recede, my skin softening, and my groin flatten. "Did it work?" I asked in my now comple