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It was just another investment for Rich Willard. Another bank sale of another old property in another dying small town. As he was going to a lunch nearby, he decided to actually visit this place instead of doing his usual buy-it-sight-unseen-fix-it-flip-it routine. After all, he still had the keys in his briefcase. The town of Springville was founded in the mid-1800s when its main industry was the foundry. Eventually a glass company and several textile mills also opened, attracted by the canal and river that allowed goods to be shipped easily to nearby cities for sale. The town was mostly blue collar workers with some mansions built for the owners of the businesses. As time went on, the businesses eventually moved away or closed, leaving only the foundry in town. The population aged and the children moved away to where they could find jobs. Eventually, many of the houses were vacant as the owners died or were evicted. 10 Main Street was one such building. It was a solid brick building at the corner of Main and Hall Streets, built in the late 1800s and improved upon a couple times since. The Main Street facing had a store front that closed sometime in the distant past, but it also had the five rooms where the store owner and their family lived comfortably. The last owner was someone everyone knew as the "Crazy cat lady" due to her owning so many cats and rarely leaving the house. Eventually, the neighbors complained of a smell coming from the building. The police entered and found the old woman dead in her kitchen, partially eaten by the starving hoard of cats still there. No one came to claim the body, which eventually was donated to science. The cats were taken to shelters and the State sold the vacant property to a bank in a nearby city. And Rich bought it from the bank. Rich knew a new highway was about to be finished and that this sleepy town would soon become a "bedroom" town for people working in the city. Some of Rich's friends were also buying homes and businesses here to convert Springville into a trendy "up and coming" place, complete with bars, boutiques and, of course, inflated real estate prices. Lunch with those friends was what brought Rich close to the area. An hour before lunch, he parked his Mercedes near the house and looked it over. The autumn sun brightly showcased the house. Rather nice brickwork. Storefront wasn't in bad shape, but would need some renovating. There was a small dirt parking lot behind the house on the Hall street side for whatever reason. Perhaps a place where another house once sat? Maybe he would buy that as well. He unlocked the door and forced it a bit as it stuck. The interior smelled very bad. It smelled of cat and a foul garbage-like stench. No wonder it was so cheap! The windows were also stuck, but he eventually forced them open. The house was empty of furniture, but there were still threadbare rugs on some of the floors. The place was dirty. Rich walked through all the rooms, looking around. There was an old fireplace in one room. The kitchen appliances looked like old museum pieces from the 1950s. This place was going to need work! Rich was about to leave when he stopped near the front door. What was that? He looked back to see... a cat. A small gray cat looking at him. "Meow." He looked at the cat. Weren't they all removed? Probably a stray. "Could you do something for me?" Rich looked around. "Who said that?" "I did." The cat was looking at him. "I'm going out of my mind." "No. You're fine. It's unusual for a mortal to hear another form of life speaking.' "But cats can't talk." "But you can hear me." Rich looked at the cat. "Could you do something for me?" the cat repeated. "What does a cat want? Catnip? A bowl of milk?" The cat sat and looked at Rich. "Friskies?" The cat continued to stare. "What can I do for you?" The cat stood up and walked over to him. "This place was built on the site of a sacred tree. I'd like you to tear it down and plant a new tree. I'll show you exactly where. Do this and you will be rewarded very well." "You want me to tear down this house I just bought and plant a tree?" "Yes. Since the Creation, this site has been sacred to a Spirit older than your kind have walked this earth." "Listen, cat..." "Zachriel." "What?" "My name is Zachriel." "Ok, Zachriel, you're a talking cat who wants me to tear down this house and plant a tree to a Spirit who didn't have enough power to prevent this house from being built in the first place. What if I say no?" Zachriel sat, looked up at Rich and said nothing. "That's what I thought." He turned and walked out the door, letting it slam behind him, then locked it. Rich shook his head. Was this some kind of drug flashback from his college days, or what? Half an hour later he sat with his friends at the Tall Cedars Diner a few miles from Springville. Shelly, the waitress, was young and a bit heavy. She looked tired- like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. She delivered the drinks that Rich and his friends ordered and waited for their order. Rich spoke to Will and Paul, ignoring Shelly. "I tell you, I must be going out of my mind. I thought the cat was fuckin' talking to me!" "I think she wants us to order," Paul said. "Fat bitch can wait. We're paying her salary," Rich said. Paul and Will laughed. "Hey chick, why don't you run some laps around the building and lose some of that tonnage?" Rich said. Shelly glared at them and ran into the kitchen. A minute later, a burly Hispanic man in a white apron came out of the kitchen. "Why did you feel the need to insult my staff?" "Why did you hire someone who looks like that?" Rich said. The others laughed. "She's a good waitress and a better person than you! I don't want your business. Get the hell out of my place before I call the cops!" Rich stood and said, "No woman is better than me, jerk." Will and Paul stood, grabbing their coats. "Let's go dude. We don't want trouble," Will said. "I can buy and sell your entire fucking town three times over, Pedro." Rich spit on the floor and followed his friends out, laughing. Outside, Will shook his head. "Why do you have to be such a jerk, dude?" Rich looked over at him. "Lighten up. There's a bar down the road we can go to. Follow me." Rich got into his car and started it. "Meow." A cat? Here? He looked around his car and saw nothing. But his feet started to tingle. Almost like they had fallen asleep and were waking up: pins and needles. "That's odd!" he thought. A few minutes later the three expensive cars pulled into the dirt lot of a small sports bar. Rich exited his car. And left his shoes behind. They fell off his feet like they were suddenly too big! "What the f..." He put them back on. They were too big! "Meow" he heard again, as if a cat were on the roof of the car. Nothing. Nothing but a tingling on his toes. He tied his shoes on as tight as he could and went into the bar. They fell off twice. After ordering wings and an Oktoberfest beer from the bartender, Rich went into the bathroom. He sat in a grungy stall to check his shoes. They hadn't changed. His socks were loose as well. He pulled them off and looked at his feet. His toenails were painted bright pink! And his feet looked smaller. Almost dainty! He sat staring as his feet and reached down to feel them. They were his feet, but they weren't. And that perfect pedicure to die for. Why the hell did he think that? Rich quickly shook his head, pulled on his socks, and stuffed his shoes with toilet paper to help them fit. Back at the table, Will and Paul were laughing about the time when the three of them went to Vegas and... "You ok, man? You look pale," Paul said as Rich returned to the bar. "He found out how small his dick really is," Will said. "Small Dick Rich." Will and Paul laughed. Rich smirked. "I'm ok; I just, umm just don't feel so good." "Maybe the chick at the last place poisoned you for calling her fat!" Paul said. "Yeah, that was pretty harsh, even for you," Will said. "I call 'em like I see 'em guys. Bitch was fat!" Rich said. "Meow!" "Did you hear that?" Rich said, looking around. His fingers tingled. "Hear what? All I hear is that stupid commercial for Bud Light again!" Will said, pointing at one of the TVs over the bar. Rich reached for his beer and saw his hand. Nail polish! His long nails were painted bright pink, just like his toes. But he didn't have long nails! And his hand wasn't so slender and... He quickly pulled his hand back and into a pocket. He looked at his other hand and saw the same feminine nails and slim fingers. He quickly pulled out a twenty dollar bill and left it on the bar. "I have to go. I really feel sick. See ya guys!" Will and Paul watched their friend all but run out the door. He ran to his car and fumbled for the keys with his unfamiliar hands and nails. Finally he was in and sat in the driver's seat, looking at his hands and his hot new nails. Hot? What was happening? This can't be real? "Come back to the house," he heard a voice say, quietly. The cat? He looked around in his car, but it was empty. Then he looked at his hands. A talking cat... his hands and feet changing... weird shit. Can't be a coincidence. He peeled out of the dirt parking lot and back to Springville. He arrived, parked, and fumbled for the keys to the door. Once finally inside, there sat the cat, exactly where he left it. "Have you considered my request?" the cat said. "Request? REQUEST? Listen, cat..." "My name is Zachriel. Please remember it, Richard. I insist." Rich felt his legs tingle with the now familiar pins and needles. "Hey! Wait..." The tingling stopped and a second cat walked into the room. This one was a Siamese. "This is Azbogah. Remember his name as well." "Does he talk too?" "You do not wish him to speak, trust me. Only I will speak to you." "So you're responsible for this?" Rich asked, holding up his hands. "You are responsible. Your conduct was deemed inappropriate and needed correction." "My conduct?" "You now possess the house above the Sacred and therefore a House of the Spirit. You must conduct yourself with dignity befitting this station." "So you can change my body? " "Not I. The Spirit. It is older than trees and mountains. It has this power. It can change more than your body." "Listen Zack, or whatever your name is..." "I am Zachriel and that is Azbogah." Rich felt something strange about his feet. He noticed his shoes shrinking and changing shape. His heel raised four inches off the ground, and suddenly his black loafers were black pumps! Both cats looked up at Rich. He slipped one shoe off and looked at it, wide eyed. Then he looked back at the cats. "Zachriel and..." "Azbogah. And this is Geburatiel." Another cat walked into the room and sat next to the others. This one was white as snow with white eyes. "Zachriel, Azbogah and Geburatiel." "Correct. Well done." "But why this?" Rich said, holding up the feminine shoe. All three cats sat silently looking up at Rich. He took off the other shoe and tossed them both aside. He then looked at his hands and feet. "Once again, have you considered my request?" Zachriel said. "Change my hands and feet back and I'll think about it, you goddamn witch!" Rich said. Rich suddenly felt a draft on his legs and looked down. He saw his slacks finish their transformation into a black skirt that ended just above his knee. And his hairless legs were gorgeous! They were sexy, curvy and feminine. Rich looked down at his skirt, his legs and then at the cats. He grabbed his pumps (why?) and ran out the door to his car. When he was safely behind the wheel, he realized that he just ran outside in broad daylight in a skirt! Fortunately no one saw him. He looked down and saw his beautiful legs. They belonged on a model- a female model- not on him! He started his car and drove the ninety minutes back to his house. In a skirt. He pulled into his garage; put on his pumps (wouldn't do to get my feet dirty! What?) and ran into his house. Once inside he ran upstairs to his master bedroom and looked at his full length mirror. There he stood, in black pumps, wearing a black skirt showing off his sexy legs. Now what would he do? He reached behind the skirt, unzipped it and let it drop to the floor. He then went to his closet and pulled out a pair of jeans. Two hours later, Rich was drunk in front of his TV, watching football. He'd already clipped his long fingernails, but they were still painted as he had no nail polish remover. He had a glass of single barrel bourbon in his hand. He lived alone in his "McMansion," which is how he liked it. More "opportunities" that way. Besides, that way he could lounge around in his boxer shorts, like he was then. Now he tried to concentrate on the game instead of looking at his painted nails or his super sexy legs. Mmmmm, they really are hot. Rich started to get aroused, looking at his own legs, tiny feet and painted nails. By the third quarter, Rich was asleep on his couch, empty glass on the floor next to him. The next day Rich drove back to Springville. He brought a change of clothes this time. After entering the house (he never locked the door) he didn't see any cats. It smelled better as he had left windows open. Good thing there was really nothing to steal! He walked through both floors of the house. Maybe he'd convert the top floor to one apartment as well as having the bottom floor apartment. More rent money that way. He was about to leave when he noticed the three cats sitting in front of the front door, blocking his exit. "Welcome back," Zachriel said. Rich stared at them, suddenly very afraid. "We're hungry. Would you feed us please?" "If I do, will you change me back?" "I will petition the Spirit for that if you wish." Rich stepped over them and all but ran out the door. He went to a nearby grocery store and bought a huge bag of cheap cat food, as well as some nail polish remover. After returning, he stepped back over the cats, which were still in front of the door, dropped the bag on the floor, tore it open and dumped some of it on the floor, leaving the bag open. "There you go. Bon Appetit." Two of the cats walked over to the food and started eating. Not Zachriel. "If you remember our names, the Spirit will grant you your wish. Then we would discuss you removing this house." "Your names?" "Yes. What are our names?" "Oh shit. Umm... you're Zachriel. The other two are Archimedes and Gesundheit." Zachriel walked over to the food and ate a little. "Was I right?" The Siamese looked back at him and narrowed his eyes. Nothing happened. Zachriel looked back at him. "No, you weren't." Two more cats entered the room. One was a very puffy gray- a Russian Blue. The other was sleek and jet black. They started eating as well. "These two are Phanuel and Barbiel," Zachriel said. "How am I supposed to remember all these stupid sounding names? This is so fucked up!" Rich felt a tingling around his hips as his hips flared out to a child- bearing, womanly shape. His jeans changed as well, becoming tighter, showing off his new curves. "Will you fucking stop...?" His shirt changed to a scoop necked plum colored top with short sleeves. Zachriel ate a little more as Rich reacted to his new clothes and then turned to him. "Are you sure you don't want to discuss removing this house?" Zachriel said. Rich looked down at his top. He looked like he was about to cry. Zachriel walked over to him and sat. "Remember our names and the Spirit has agreed to reinstate your former appearance." Rich looked down at the cat, who sat impassively, as cats do. "It's only polite," the cat said. "May I have your names again? Please?" Rich said quietly. "Zachriel, Azbogah, Geburatiel, Phanuel and Barbiel." "Zachriel, Azbogah, Geburatiel, Phanuel and Barbie." "Barbiel." "How am I supposed to remember those names?" Zachriel sat and looked up at Rich, saying nothing. "I mean what kind of weird ass names are they?" Rich felt the tingling in his hips again, this time centered around his butt, which plumped into a deliciously hot shape, which the tight jeans showed off to great effect. Rich turned to look at his ass and stared for a moment, stunned. He had a bubble butt, but nothing a diet and aerobics couldn't rid her, I mean HIM of. What? "Zachriel, Azbogah, Geburatiel, Phanuel and Barbiel, right?" "Yes. If you remember them when you return to feed us at six tonight, then the Spirit will do as you wish. Of course, you could pledge to remove this house and plant the tree and end this." "Feed you again? I just fed you! How much do you eat?" "We'll see you at six." The cats all left the room, leaving Rich unconsciously caressing his amazing hips over his tight jeans. That night, Rich returned with another bag of cheap cat food. He was wearing a long, baggy sweater over a t-shirt, but the same tight jeans, as his other pair wouldn't fit his now womanly bottom. He stayed home most of the day after going to the store for more cat food and nail polish remover. He couldn't help but notice how his hips swung and flowed as he walked now. Quite sexy. "Huh? Why would I think that?" He walked into the house which was growing quite dark now that the sun was setting. In the middle of the room was the now empty bag of cat food. Maybe he should get some lamps for the place. Is the electricity even on? He would have to check that. He kicked the empty bag aside and dropped the full one on the floor. This time he brought a pocket knife and cut the bag open lengthwise. "Here's your fucking food you little pain in the asses," he whispered. "Meow," echoed through the room. Suddenly his entire torso tingled like mad. He felt a strange pressure around his nipples, like, like... almost like it was getting heavier. He stood and tore off his sweater in time to see his t-shirt becoming a sexy red satin bra. His now hairless chest was growing, slowly filling the bra with his breasts. Breasts? "Oh my God!" he whispered as tears formed in his eyes. His soft breasts grew larger as if they were being filled from within and the bra stretched taut around them. Rich couldn't help but reach up to feel their weight as they slowly grew and settled into place. Rich now was blessed with large breasts, which the bra held firmly in place, creating devastating cleavage. He caressed his new boobs. Ohh that felt sooo good... the satin, the sensations... his nipples grew large, as did his erection. He smiled despite himself as the tears flowed down his cheeks. Then Rich noticed he had an audience. Five cats were eating and Zachriel sat in front of him. He looked down at the cat, which looked up at him. "What do you call these?" Rich said, holding up his breasts from underneath and shaking them ever so slightly. Zachriel looked up at him. "Well I have a surprise for you, Zachriel, Azbogah, Geburatiel, Phanuel and Barbiel." Suddenly, Rich felt a little dizzy as his whole body seemed to shift. Within a moment, his t-shirt and jeans were back to their original state, and Rich's body was back the way it was when he first met the cat. He felt his now flat chest, then his hips and smiled. He wiped the tears off his face, now embarrassed that he'd cried in public. "Now shall we discuss the tree?" Zachriel said. "You kept your word. I don't believe it," Rich said, stunned. "Of course. The Spirit is always true. The tree?" Rich felt a wave of happiness over him. He was himself again! "Sure. Sure. I'll do exactly as you ask. It will take time to get permits and stuff." "Of course." "I'll get started tomorrow." "While the house is still here, we will need more food tomorrow morning at seven. And litter boxes. We will need a litter box for each of us." "Five litter boxes?" "Ten." Five more cats entered the room. "These are Chayyliel, Marmaroth, Pravuil, Shepherd and Bath Kol." That night, Rich drove an hour from his house into the city to meet Will, Paul and some other guys he knew. The plan was to go to a couple bars, and see who could hook up with the hottest girl. After a couple of hours, they had dinner and some drinks and were feeling quite good. Now they were at the trendy new bar "Infinite," which one of the other guys, Karl, owned. The group sat in a booth near the roped off "exclusive" back area with a huge bouncer guarding access. Rich felt great. He was back to being himself- a man. His clothes fit. He was enjoying himself. The hips, the tits: they had to be a bad dream. After all, cats can't speak! "So Dickless, what are you gonna do with that corner property in Springville?" Paul asked. Will laughed. "Dickless. That's ssssso funny." He was already slurring. "Building's old and smells like shit. Someone died in there. Was gonna knock it down." "Dude, knock it down? That's hard core!" "Was thinkin' of putting a small park there. Y'know, trees and shit." Rich took another swig from his martini. It was warm in his stomach. He felt content. "Shit, dude I wouldn't tear that down. Brickwork alone is worth twice what you paid. Put a fuckin' store in there. Get some Koreans to run it for ya or shit like that," Paul said. "Nah. Cost too much to ree-ree- um ren- um fix." "Tell ya what. I'll buy the place down the street and we'll both open shops. Maybe some stupid aromatherapy shit or antique store that dumb shit bimbos would come to. Get money and get laid!" Will said. "I really don't know..." "I can see you two working in no-fucking-whereville with competing businesses!" Paul said. Everyone laughed. Rich stood and went to the men's room. Both urinals were busy. He went into one of the two stalls and started to do his business. As he did so, he thought about what Will said. It could be fun! Yeah. "I'll keep the building. Fuck those cats," he whispered as he finished. "Meow," echoed from walls in the stall. Suddenly Rich's whole body started to tingle and shrink. His pants fell to the ground covering his shoes as they changed, shrinking to his smaller feet and becoming five inch heeled black pumps. His socks thinned and began to creep up his legs, becoming black pantyhose. His shirt lengthened as the sleeves disappeared. He felt his hips flare out again to a feminine shape, while his butt and thighs became shapelier. His chest swelled slowly. Rich looked down watching his breasts begin to push his shirt out, his eyes wide with horror. His nipples began to show through the thinning material as his shirt changed in to a red mini dress. His face began to tingle and he felt his hair begin to touch his now girlish shoulders even as his neck lengthened and became graceful. Rich reached up to feel his lengthening hair and felt small pinpricks in his earlobes as his dress finished its transformation, tightening in all the right places. He felt something clasp around his torso: a bra supporting and lifting his large new breasts, while obscuring his nipples. Then Rich felt something unfamiliar as he felt his penis shrink to almost nothing and his scrotum pulled into his body, becoming the opening to her new vagina. Her hands flew from her hair down to her crotch as she gasped, hearing her new voice for the first time. She felt her boxers tighten over her new sex to become silk panties and staggered just a little and reached out to the walls to steady herself. Rich was now fully a woman. She looked at her slim arms, her pretty nails, then back down at her cleavage, now proudly displayed by her low cut dress. A small gold chain necklace appeared around her neck and bracelets popped onto her wrists. She steadied herself and pulled at her skirt a little to smooth it. Then she reached under her D-cup breasts, adjusted them and smiled. She opened the stall door and saw a stunning woman in the mirror. Her face was beautiful and perfectly made up and her long dangly gold earrings looked great. Her wavy brunette hair framed her face and reached to below her shoulder blades. There was absolutely no trace of Rich left- no trace of a man left. The two guys at the urinals stared at her with a mixture of surprise and lust. "Sorry guys, the line for the ladies room was really too long," she said, smiling widely. "Did I really say that?" Rich thought, as she rinsed her hands, then left the room, her hips swaying and heels clacking. She walked directly to the dance floor and started to gyrate to the beat. She instantly attracted attention from the guys there who all turned to dance with her. She smiled at them all and felt her breasts bouncing in her bra as she danced. At their table, Will and Paul turned to see a gorgeous woman on the dance floor. She had huge tits, an amazing ass and a beautiful face! And judging by that mini dress she wore, she was out for some action! They looked at each other and smiled. "Fifty bucks says I fuck her," Will said. "Not a chance! She's all mine! You got a bet!" Paul said. They both stood and strolled over to the dance floor. Several guys were dancing around the amazing brunette, who thrust her hips provocatively as she danced. Will and Paul both wondered how they'd get her attention. Rich couldn't stop. She didn't want to dance and she definitely didn't want to be flirting with every guy on the dance floor! Hell, Rich didn't want to flirt with any guy! But she couldn't stop- like someone else controlled her and she was just along for the ride. After five more minutes, Rich danced her way to the side of the dance floor and smiling to the guys, wiggled her way toward the crowded bar. Paul touched her gently on the shoulder. "Hey, the bar's pretty crowded. I have a private booth back here with table service if you'd care to join me," he said. Inside, Rich was screaming, "No! They'll know it's me! I can't go there!" However, she smiled and accepted the invitation, allowing herself to be guided behind the rope to the back area... and her friends that never met her. Paul's hand on her hip felt good... too good. Paul guided her to a seat in the booth, where she smoothed her skirt, sat and crossed her legs, dangling a shoe playfully. In a moment, Will appeared as well. A waitress took her Rich's drink order: a Cosmopolitan. "Why did I order that? I hate girly drinks!" Rich thought to himself. Paul leaned close to Rich. "You know I never got your name! I'm Paul." Rich smiled and giggled just a bit. "I'm Rachel. It's a pleasure to meet you Paul!" she said, extending her dainty hand to shake his. Paul took her hand, gently kissed it and smiled back. "The pleasure is all mine," he said. Will sat on her other side. "I'm William," he said, smiling. Rachel turned and smiled at him as well. "Hi!" The three of them chatted about the club and music. Rachel tossed her hair playfully and smiled at them both. She flirted and teased. Their drinks arrived and she sipped hers slowly. After the drink, Will took her by the hand and led her back to the dance floor with Paul following along behind. They danced for a few songs, then Will excused himself to go to the men's room. Paul danced closer to Rachel, caressing her curves. "Have I mentioned that you are absolutely the hottest woman I have seen in a long, long time?" he said. Rachel laughed and smiled. "That's very sweet of you to say. No, you haven't mentioned that, but feel free to keep doing it! Flattery might get you somewhere!" Inside, Rich thought "I don't want to be a hot woman! I have to get out of here!" Instead of leaving, Rachel turned and started grinding her apple shaped butt into Paul's hips in time to the beat. She looked over her shoulder, and smiling, licked her lips. Paul responded by grinding right back. Rachel felt him get hard and couldn't help but feel turned on. In her head, Rich's objections were being drowned out by desire- a desire to go to Paul's place and become a complete woman. Paul reached around and started caressing her waist and abdomen, his hands wandering up just beneath her breasts. "We could go somewhere quieter," he said into her ear. She turned and, still dancing, ground her hips into his crotch. "And do what?" she said with a husky voice. Paul smiled. "Whatever comes naturally, of course." "He stole that line from me!" Rich thought. "I have to resist- I'm not a man I mean not a woman!" Rachel smiled. "Are you sure you're...up... for the challenge?" she said, smiling. Paul smiled, took her by the hand and led her back to the booth to gather their things. "You didn't bring a coat?" he said. "It's in my car with my bag. We can come back for it. You know, later." Paul smiled and led her toward the door, catching Will's eye as he returned from the men's room. "That bastard! Now I owe him fifty bucks!" Will said to his friends. "Hey, has anyone seen where Rich went?" No sooner were Paul and Rachel out the door when he turned and kissed her deeply: her first kiss as a woman. And she returned it- passionately. Her arms reached over and around his neck as she caressed his hair. He started caressing her back, then one hand dropped to her gorgeous ass. "Mmmmmmmmmm," she all but purred. They kissed each other ferociously for a couple of minutes, then Rachel whispered in Paul's ear. "Where's your car, lover?" Inside Rachel's head, Rich was screaming. "No! I'm not a woman! I don't want this! And definitely not with him!" Paul guided her to his Lexus and opened the door for her. She smiled and sat and he went around to the driver's side. When he sat down, he looked over and noticed a pair of red silk panties on the floor and Rachel smiling devilishly. "Fasten your seatbelt!" she said and unzipped his pants. Paul smiled as Rachel pulled his ready penis out of his pants. She caressed it with her delicate hand, looked into his eyes and smiled. Then her head lowered toward him and her eyes fixed on his member. Suddenly Rachel heard a voice in her head. "We're hungry. Please come back to the house." She kissed the tip of Paul's penis, then ran her tongue around the rim. Then, slowly, she took it into her mouth, sucking and licking as she caressed his balls. An hour ago, she was a man in a bar- now she was a sexy woman giving her friend a blowjob, she thought almost casually. And just as casually, she decided she liked it. "Please come to the house," the voice said. Rachel stopped sucking and climbed onto Paul, who pulled his seat back and reclined. He felt her new labia lips touching the tip of his manhood, and he thrust upwards into her. Rachel arched her back and screamed. "Yessss!!!" She bounced up and down on him as he thrust into her. He kneaded her new breasts as the male voice inside her was silenced by all the new sensations of womanhood. Time stopped for Rachel as she experienced her first female orgasm. She trembled and began crying tears of happiness. Too soon, Paul cried out and came into Rachel's womanhood. He then kissed her deeply as his thrusts slowed to a stop. Rachel looked into Paul's familiar eyes. How many times had they been out together doing Man stuff? Drinking together, playing football, trying to hook up... they'd been friends for years. Now, she was a woman and they were lovers. And she realized she'd never before looked into his sexy brown eyes. "Wow! You're really amazing!" he whispered smiling. "You're not so bad yourself," she said and kissed the tip of his nose as she hugged his manhood with her new vagina. Paul laughed. "Want to come back to my place?" he said. "Come back to the house, please" she heard in her head. "I can't," Rachel said. "I have to go take care of my cats." "Didn't I just take care of your pussy?" he said. She smiled. "Yes, you fed it very well. But I mean the four legged furry kind." She kissed him again, the slowly eased back into the passenger seat, where she pulled her panties back on. She felt them become wet and sticky as his seed leaked out of her. She opened the car door, stood and straightened her skirt. "Bye!" she said. Paul watched as his former friend walked away, her hips flowing and heels clacking on the parking lot. He pulled up his pants and headed back into the bar, wondering if he'd ever see her again. Rachel watched from a distance as Paul entered the bar and then walked as quickly as she could in her heels to Rich's car. Her car. The keys were in her purse. Forty five minutes later, she unlocked the front door of the house on Hall Street. She slowly walked into the darkened house. Waiting for her were cats. Many, many cats. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to think that! Please change me back and I'll do whatever you ask!" Rachel said. "You seemed to enjoy being a woman tonight," Zachriel said. Rachel paused a moment. "I wasn't in control of myself," she said. "Then who was in control?" "I don't know! I couldn't help but act like some crazed whore!" Zachriel looked up at her. More cats entered the room and they all began to sit behind Zachriel. "I said I was sorry! I'll tear down this house! Please just change me back!' "It can't be done." Rachel dropped her purse and staggered a moment. "What do you mean?" she said. "You are no longer a virgin. You have accepted a man's seed. The Spirit will not reverse the change." "I wasn't a virgin before the change! How does that make any difference?" Zachriel looked up at her silently. "That's not fair! Does that mean I'm pregnant?" "You are not pregnant. Not this time. But you can become pregnant. You are now a fertile woman and as such can become a mother." Rachel staggered backward until she leaned against the wall. Tears formed in her eyes. "I can't go to work like this. I can't live like this. I'm a man!" "You are now and forever a woman." Rachel looked down at herself. She reached up to hold her breasts, creating even more cleavage. She remembered having sex with Paul and how amazing it felt. She was a Woman now. She started crying. The roomful of cats sat and watched her as she sank to the ground and sobbed. She cried for over five minutes before she pulled herself together. She looked at the roomful of cats. There had to be at least fifty! They all stared at her, the street lights outside making their eyes shine. "So what can I do?" Rachel asked. "Wouldn't your old self have had a personal assistant or partner to handle his affairs? Be her and sign all the papers you need to accomplish what you have promised," Zachriel said. "Why? I can't change back! I'm stuck this way! What else can you do to me?" The cats all stood, took a few steps closer, then sat again. "You promised. And we can still give you the reward you were promised." "But my life is over!" "No, it's just beginning." Within a few days, all the needed papers for the demolition of the house were signed by Richard Willard. Also signed was a power of attorney granting Rachel Richards full rights to speak for the affairs of Richard Willard. Richard also amended his will, leaving everything to Rachel. All signatures and notarizations were perfectly legal to all eyes, despite having appeared on the papers as if by magic. Richard's company also bought the house across the street and started renovating it, as well as the empty lot behind the original house. Within another few months, the corner house was leveled. In its place and on the lot behind it was a small park, with grass and several trees planted around a central oak tree. And as the trees grew, stores reopened, owned by entrepreneurs and people moved into Springville giving it new life. By then, Rachel had grown into her new role, tending the cats and trees as a Priestess of the Spirit and guardian of the Shrine. Richard Willard was never seen again. Rachel told people that he moved to the Caribbean where he was enjoying the good life. She dated Paul for a while, but eventually met a man who treated her well and, unlike Paul, liked cats. None of that mattered to the children whose families now lived around Hall Street. They just knew Rachel as the woman who tends the park: the "Tree Lady."