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The Wishing Well By Deane Christopher "Come on, Kathy." Dennis Sojourner grimaced upon hearing herself sensually implore with a come-hither voice, a voice that could make a good portion of the male population cream in their jeans. "Please! I'm begging you! Stop snickering. This isn't funny." "It may not be funny for you, but I think it's hilarious." Dennis' wife, snickered, owing to the fact that she was thoroughly enjoying her husband's predicament. Though it took a considerable effort on her part, Kathy Sojourner somehow managed to stifle her amusement and respond in a tone of voice more appropriate to seriousness that the current situation warranted. "Look, Denise. Nobody here knows what happened to you out in the parking lot. As far as they're concerned, you're the woman you appear to be. No one knows that less than an hour ago you were a man, and that you were magically changed into a woman because of some stupid wish I inadvertently made. So, do us both a favor. For the here and now of it, just try to go with the flow. Remember dear, we're supposed to be celebrating our wedding anniversary tonight. So, how 'bout the two of us try to have a nice evening in spite of what's happened. I promise, Denise. As soon as we're finished eating, we'll head back out to the parking lot and I'll have another go at trying to undo what that lame wish of mine did to you. With any luck, we'll have you back to your old self in no time." Flummoxed as she was, Dennis lost it for a moment and so, irately snapped. "Kathy! Would you please stop calling me Denise? I'm your husband, Dennis!" The blonde bombshell, who had been Dennis Sojourner at the outset of the evening, took umbrage with his wife's blatant attempts at the feminization of his name. "And what makes you think you'll have any better luck later? I mean, we've already dumped a whole roll of quarters into that wishing well. And as you can plainly see: I'm still a frickin' woman!" "Denise." Though she was well aware of how much it rankled her husband, Kathy persisted in using the feminized version of Dennis' name. "Simmer down, dear. Don't go getting hysterical on me. The last thing we need right now is for you to make a scene. So, do us both a favor. Restrain yourself. And please, try and keep a lid on it. Remember dear! No one here knows that you're not really a woman." Reluctantly, Dennis realized that his wife's logic was right on target. Kathy really did have the strawberry blonde's best interest at heart. The last thing that either of them needed was for Dennis to make a scene. Were that to happen, the restaurant's manger might call the police and should that happen, Dennis could end up being carted off to the nearest loony bin for a psyche evaluation. "Okay," Dennis replied grudgingly. "What can I say? When you're right you're right." With that said, the well-endowed blonde reluctantly added, "As much as it gulls me hearing you addressing as Denise, I guess it's probably for the best for you to continue doing so. I mean, I sure as hell don't look like a Dennis anymore, now do I?" "No dear, you most certainly don't," Kathy concurred. "There's no getting around the fact that you're a woman now, an absolute gorgeous woman at that, with a body that's to die for. I'll grant you that the jury's still out when it comes to that sex-crazed mind of yours, but physical speaking, there's no getting around the fact that you're definitely a woman. "Yeah..." Denise dolefully quipped. "From the lewd looks that are being directed my way, I more or less gathered as much. I've got to tell you, Kath; the way some of these guys are undressing me with their eyes, it's starting to really creep me out. I can tell you one thing. This being a piece of eye-candy is for the birds..." + Earlier that evening, Dennis Sojourner had arrived home from work and was delighted to find that his wife was dressed for an evening out on the town. "Damn, woman! You look good enough to eat!" he beamed, knowing fully well that he had spoken the truth. Kathy looked terrific, dressed to the nines as she was in a dark brown skirt, a bronze hued satin blouse, coffee brown pantyhose and a pair of metallic-bronze stiletto heels that seductively shaped her calves, making those long and sexy legs of hers look absolutely fantastic. "Good!" Kathy smiled pleasantly. "And I'm going to hold you to that good enough to eat remark. But before I let you have your way with me, I expect to be wined, dined and pampered. So, oh husband of mine, what do you have planned for us this evening?" "Dinner, and afterwards, how 'bout we take in a movie to round out the evening?" Dennis quizzically replied. "If that's alright with you?" "I assume that restaurant you're planning on taking me to is the Wishing Well?" Kathy sought conformation as she collected her purse. "Where else would I be taking you?" Dennis smirked. "I mean, not only is it our favorite restaurant. It's where we ate on the night I proposed to you. Added to that, it's where I've taken you for every single one of our anniversaries..." + Twenty-three minute after backing out of their driveway, Dennis pulled into the Wishing Well Inn's parking lot. "A quarter, if you please, dear." Kathy requested, as the two of them approached the decorative wishing well that stood just outside the restaurant's main entrance. Dennis, having anticipated his wife's request, placed a quarter in the palm of Kathy's upturned hand. Upon receiving the quarter from Dennis, Kathy mental formulated a wish and nonchalantly tossed the coin into the inviting maw of the wishing well. There was no flash. No boom. No nothing. There was nothing to signify that something stupendous had occurred. There was just the ker-plunk of Kathy's quarter entering the pool of rainwater that had collected in the well, followed almost immediately by a high-pitched and blood curdling shriek. Even as the sound of Kathy's quarter hitting the water reached his ears, Dennis' equilibrium went haywire, as he become cognizant of a fleshy weight distending from his chest, his hips splaying, his torso compressing and last but not least, his legs lengthening. Added into disquieting mix that was assailing his psyche, Dennis' equilibrium went all haywire on him. He felt as if his loafers' heels had miraculously become slender stilts and he began to teeter precariously. That in turn, forced him to hastily execute a stutter-step in an all out effort on his part to regain his footing and without a conscious thoughts as to what he was doing, Dennis punctuated his reactionary maneuver with a startled, "What the fuck!" The girlish shriek, sounding as if the woman who just shrieked was standing right next to her, coupled with her husband's apparent clumsiness, got Kathy's attention. She reflexively turned her head and upper torso to better appraise herself of what in the world was going on. As she did so, Kathy beheld a woman, a beautiful woman, but a woman nonetheless, standing where her husband had been standing but a moment before. Gingerly, and hoping that the absurd conclusion she had hastily drawn was groundless, Kathy tentatively inquired, "Dennis, is that you?" Though noticeable befuddled, Dennis tersely responded with a voice that while distraught, was as feminine as feminine could be, "Of course it's me! Who'd ya' think it was?" Unsure as how to proceed, Kathy, aware that she was somehow culpable for what had just occurred, squeamishly replied, "Den, I don't know how to tell you this, but you're not a man anymore. You're a woman. And the worst part of it is: I kind of think I responsible." "That's crazy! There's no way I'm woman!" Dennis poo-pooed her wife's assertion out of hand. But even as she did so, Dennis feeling eerily discombobulated began to take stock of herself. "Oh, my God, Kathy!" Dennis, having run her emasculated and well-manicured hand up under the hem of the black leather mini-skirt that had replaced the slacks she had been wearing but a moment before, shrieked. "You're right! I am a girl! My dicks gone! And while I can't be absolute sure about this, you know, because of these damn pantyhose that I find myself trussed up in, the ridges I seem to now have down there, sure have a very familiar feel to 'em." "Oh, Den..." Kathy, keenly aware that her husband condition was her fault, was closed to tears. "I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! I had no idea that stupid wish of mine would have this effect on you..." "And well you should be sorry!" Though Dennis was livid, she still held out the hope that Kathy could set things aright with another wish. "Look, Kath! I haven't a clue as to why you would wish that I was a woman, and I can't wait to hear your explanation. But that'll have to wait. Right now, how 'bout you wishing me back into being a man again?" "I'd be happy to, Den. But just so you know, Dennis, I never wished for you to become a woman. I happen to like you just the way you are - or were, you know, before I made that foolish wish." Bewildered by her wife's admission, Dennis curiosity got the best of her. "So, if you didn't wish for me to be changed into a woman, what the hell did you wish for?" Kathy, hoping that her husband would be both receptive and forgiving, sheepishly replied, "Well, don't take this the wrong way, Den. But, here lately, I been feeling that our sex-life has been lacking. I mean, I still enjoy it when we make love, but you know as well as I do that it's not what it used to be. The spontaneity is gone. We've gotten into a rut. You know, as in we do the same thing all the time. So anyhow, to make a long story short, I wished for was for our sex- life to be spiced-up." Then, after a brief pause, Kathy said, "Oh! I'm afraid I'm going to need another quarter." "Oh, right! That would help, wouldn't it?" Dennis said, as she began to pant down the skirt she was wearing in an effort to locate a pocket. "Damn! No pockets!" "Try your purse," Kathy offered. "You might find a quarter in there." Her wife's suggestion threw Dennis for a loop, "Purse? Oh, right! I'm a woman. And women carry purses. How stupid of me." Dennis, realizing that she did possess a pocketbook, slid the handbag's strap off her shoulder, opened the bag, and after shifting its contents about, located a quarter. "Here you go. Let's not dilly-dally. Go ahead. Wish me back to being a man again..." + "You seem to be handling things a lot better then you were, dear," Kathy, having just finished cutting up her steak, dryly commented. "Ya' think?" Denise replied, the sarcasm in her voice was not lost on Kathy. "This being a woman really sucks. However, I appreciate the fact that you are aware that I am trying to make the best out of a bad situation. What I can tell you is that I had no idea that a bra could be this uncomfortable. I just hope the hell we have better luck when we leave here then we did earlier." "You mean, with the wishing well?" "Yeah..." Denise gloomily replied. "I mean, the prospect of spending the rest of my life as a woman isn't something I'm all that happy about." Lost for a moment in thought, Denise sought conformation on a subject that the two of them had touch upon earlier. "Hey Kath, getting back to that wish you made, you know the one in which you wished for our sex-life to be spiced-up, are you sure you didn't eluded to the notion of me being changed into your lesbian lover?" "No!" Kathy defensive bristled. "I did no such thing." "Are you sure?" "Yes! I'm sure!" Kathy, speaking louder than was prudent, raged defiantly. Then, realizing that she had inadvertently drawn the attention of several people seated at nearby tables, Kathy lowered her voice and continued on to say, "However, I think I know why you're a woman now. Remember Denise, I told you just the other day that I've been having these really weird dreams here lately. What I neglected to tell you about the dreams was that they were sexually in nature, as well as extremely kinky, if not down right perverted." "Go on," Denise, thinking that the other shoe was about to drop, squeamishly prompted. "Well, the dreams always start with the two of us in bed, making love." "Okay..." Denise supplied. "So, we're making love. How does that tie in with me and my being a woman now?" Though it pained her to do so, Kathy proceeded on with her explanation. "Well, in these dreams I've been having, there we are, making love, and all of a sudden you up and turn into a woman, who, I sorry to have to say, looked to be a dead-ringer of the you that you are now. So, anyhow, to make a long story short, in these dreams, after you up and change into a woman, the two of us eagerly engage in what I can only describe as a lesbian tete-a-tete." "Do we now?" Denise, her curiosity peeked, smirked. "Though I'm embarrassed to admit this, in these dreams of mine, we both appear to thoroughly enjoyed ourselves." "So, I guess that leads me to ask: are you telling me that you prefer women over men and that's why I'm a woman now?" "No..." the doubt conveyed in Kathy's reply was not lost on Denise. "I mean, I didn't, but I think I do now. I starting to get the impression that while that wish of mine changed you into woman, it did a number on me as well. While my wish changed you physically, I think that it might have messed with my mind, or my libido, or my whatever. Look! I know how crazy this is going to sound, Denise, but I'm so horny right now I could spit. And the only reason I can think of is because you're a woman now. And as much as you might not like hearing me say this, you're really turning me on." Despite all the ignominy she was dealing with, Denise was nevertheless intrigued by her wife's admission. "You're shitting me, right?" "No, Denise! I'm not, as you say, shitting you." Kathy earnestly responded. "I might not have been a lesbian before tonight, but there's no getting around the fact that I believe that I'm well on the way to becoming one. All I can tell you as I can't wait to kiss you, to make love to you, to make you squeal and squirm; you know, much the way you make me squeal and squirm when we make love. I know how crazy this is going to sound. But I want to teach you what it's like to be a woman so bad it hurts." "Kath!" Denise, afraid that her wife was getting carried away with herself and there by running the risk of becoming little to boisterous, cautioned. "You might want to tone it down a bit. It's like you told me before; we need to avoid making a scene. But just so you know, regardless of the fact that I'm not the least little bit happy about being a woman, I'm intrigued by what you just said. That being case, if it turns out that we can't undo what's been done, I'm don't think I'd be averse to let you giving me a hands on demonstration of how these new erogenous zones of mine work..." + While they were waiting for their waitress to bring them their dessert selections, Kathy mused, "I know this is beside the point. But we have learned something that's rather interesting tonight." "That you want to jump my bones?" "Well... there is that," Kathy giggled. "But I was thinking of something else, something that's fairly significant, you know as in it's rather earth shattering." "And what might that be, Kath?" "Magic's real. It does exist. You are living proof of that it does." "True. There's no getting around it. I wouldn't be a woman right now if it weren't for magic. But that begs the questions: why did the wishing well grant you the wish you made tonight when it seems to have ignored all the others that you've made over the years?" "Beats me!" Kathy supplied. "I mean, it could be very selective on the kind of wishes it grants. And if that's the case, it could also be selective on the means by which it grants a wish." "Yeah... I guess," Denise conceded that her wife's explanation was as good as any. "Are you suggesting that the wishing well somehow read your mind, learned about these lesbian dreams you been having and that's why I a woman now?" "That would explain things..." + Kathy had just used the edge of her fork to slice off the tip portion of her piece of cheesecake when she heard Denise dismally blurt, "Oh, crap!" Kathy, hearing the alarm in Denise voice, queried, "What's wrong?" "It's the Snyders! Al and Helen! You know, that nice couple that lived across the court from us when we lived in Tall Oaks! You know, the couple that we used to play double-deck pinochle with every now and a again. Well, they must have recognized you, and it appears that they're on they way over here to chat us up." Kathy, empathetically sensing the fear and dread that was welling up in the ultra feminized rendition of her husband, endeavored to dispel it before it reached critical mass. "There's no need for you to panic, Denise! Remember! No one knows who you really are and while confession is good for soul, I think it for the best if we let sleeping dogs lie in this particular instance. So, do yourself a favor and let me handle it. It's probably for the best if I do all the talking. For all the Snyders know, we're just two old college coeds, enjoying a girls night out together." Regardless of Kathy's reassurances, Denise was plagued with the onset of hysteria. However, though she was, she somehow managed to hide it well enough to greet Al and Helen Snyder with a most becoming smile. "Kathy! Denise!" Helen Snyder began brightly. "It's been awhile. Al and I have missed you guys. The four of us really need to get together soon and play some pinochle..." The conversation with the Snyders was both pleasant and brief and Helen did most of the talking. "...Neither Al nor I were sure it was you at first, Denise," Helen Snyder offered. "Both Al and I thought you looked different somehow. Tell me. Have you been working out, or are you doing something different with your hair..." + Having secured a promise for the four of them to get together in the near future, the Snyders bid Denise and Kathy a goodnight and promptly took their leave of the couple. "Well, that was awkward," Denise offered, as soon as the Snyders were well out of earshot. "Not anywhere near as awkward as it could have been," Kathy countered. "Uncanny, wasn't it? You know, the way that the two of them just accepted the fact that you're a woman." "Yeah... It was kind of odd at that. Odd and funny, and to a degree alarming," Denise readily agreed. "Denise, do me a favor. Open your pocketbook and let me have a look at your wallet." Even as she was in the process of complying, Denise raised the question, "Why?" "Because I want to see something." "Oh, gee!" Denise sarcastically quipped, as she passed Kathy the wallet she had found in her purse. "I kind of sort of figured that one out on my own. I mean, I maybe a blonde now. But, I'm no dummy." Kathy could not resist the urge to capitalize on the opening that Denise had just afforded her. "For my money, I would say that's something we have yet to determine. I mean, maybe you are, and then again, maybe you aren't." "Kathy!" Denise took umbrage with her wife's lame at a jape. "Simmer down, girl," Kathy instructed, as she opened Denise's wallet and began checking out the various forms of identification that it contained. "Wow! Well, I'll be! That wishing well's magic is sure thorough, if nothing else. According to your driver's license, you, my dear, are now Ms. Denise Sojourner and from what I can see, all the other pertinent information, you know, such as your height, weight, hair and eye color, as well as race seems to apply to the new you as well." "That interesting, if not a bit unsettling," Denise replied drolly. "At least if I'm pulled over by a cop, my license will support the fact of who I am and not who I was." A thought struck Denise. "You know, now that you've checked that my IDs are up to snuff, it might be a good idea for to check your own IDs. There's a good chance that you aren't Mrs. Sojourner anymore. Since same sex marriages aren't legal in this state, the wishing well may have given you back your maiden name." Handing Denise back her wallet, Kathy quickly made a check of her own IDs. "What can I say, Denise? When you're right, you're right. You, my dear, are anything but a dumb blonde. As much as I hate to have to say this, I am not Mrs. Kathleen Sojourner anymore. I'm afraid that I'm back to being Ms. Kathleen Anna Evans." "That just peachy!" Denise chaffed. "Just my luck. I'm out both a pecker and a wife." Kathy was quick to take umbrage with that remark. "Bullshit!" she indignantly napped. "We may not be man and wife in the eyes of the law, but as far as I'm concerned, regardless of the fact that we're both women, don't you go thinking that we're not still married. Because, as far as I'm concerned, we still are. You and I took vows, kiddo. And, I for one am dead set on keeping up my part of the bargain. Oh, and if you think you're going to welch out on the deal and go your merry way, you can forget it. You're mine! I'm yours! And, that's the be all and end all of it..." + Though they had paid their waitress for their meals, as well as leaving her a nice tip, on their way out of the restaurant, Denise and Kathy stopped by the register and asked the hostess if they could get change for a five-dollar bill in quarters. Once outside, the two women took turns making wishes and tossing one quarter after another into the wishing well. To both their dismays, there was still no joy after they had both made six attempts to undo the damage. Denise was still very much the gorgeous young woman she had become earlier in the evening. "Hey, Kath! As much as I hate to say this: there's no sense beating a dead horse. Tell you what, why don't you make just one more wish and we'll call it a night?" "Are you sure that's what you want?" Kathy, who was dealing with another onslaught of the guilts, inquired. "You're not giving up, are you? You still want to be a man again, don't you?" "Of course I do!" Denise was adamant. "Looks aside, I'm not comfortable like this. But it's apparent that this confounded well has no intentions of turning me back into a man again, at least for the time being. Look, Kath! I know you would be willing to stay out here all night if you thought it would help. But, I have another suggestion. Since we're not getting anywhere, how 'bout we call it quits for now and if it's all right with you, can we skip the movie and just head on home? Tomorrow morning, if you're agreeable, what say we drive back over here and have another go at getting my old body back, unless of course I have a change of heart and decided that I'd like to remain a woman." "You think that's possible?" "No..." Denise humorously quipped. "But as crazy as it sounds, I'm kind of looking forward to having you try to convince me that my being a woman has an upside." "You're on, sweetums!" Kathy beamed, as she reached over and enfolded Denise's ever so dainty hand in her own. "I am so looking forward to making you squeal and squirm." "Sounds like a plan to me. But I have another favor to ask of you." "Be gentle?" Kathy teased. "Well, there is that. But I was thinking of something else entirely." "And what might that be?" "I was wondering if you could drive?" "Sure, I'd be happy to. But how come? You hate the way I drive." "Hate's a strong word. But you're right. Under normal circumstances I do prefer my driving to yours. But these aren't what you call 'normal circumstances'. For one thing, I never driven in high heels before and while I know I could always take them off, there's the other thing." "And what - pray tell - is the other thing?" Denise was reluctant to admit what was bothering her. Kathy, sensing Denise's reluctance, gently prodded. "Come on, Den! I'm your wife. You can tell me. So, out with it!" "Okay!" Denise defensively blurted. "If you must know, I'm horny! The true is: I think I'm hornier then I've ever been in my life." "Good! I'm happy to hear you say that. Horny's good. It makes what I have in mind for you all the easier..." + As soon as they got in the door, Kathy enfolded Denise in her arms and kissed her with a raw and eager passion. Denise, urged on by that male ego of hers, endeavored to return the favor by taking the initiative and French Kissing her wife. Kathy was having none of it. "Oh, no! We're having none of that, young lady. Tonight, the shoe, or rather, the high heel is on the other foot. Tonight you're not in the driver's seat. I am. For the here and now of it your job is to sit back and enjoy the ride, because I plan to turn you every which way but loose..." Kathy proved true to her word. Within five minutes of arriving home, Kathy had playfully guided her built like a brick shithouse husband into their bedroom, where she set about the playful task of seductively relieving Denise of hers clothes. "Kathy!" Denise's apprehension had gotten the best of her. "Should we really be doing this?" she lamely stammered. "You know, given that we're both women now?" Lifting her lips up and off of Denise's elegant and aristocratic neck, Kathy impishly offered, "I don't see why not. Unless of course you'd rather we don't. In other words, you say the word stop, and I'll stop. No harm! No foul! So, since the ball's in your court, what's it going to be lover? Stop? Or would like me to proceed ravaging you up one side and down the other?" With the fires of her ardor already a raging inferno, an impassioned Denise wantonly murmured, "Since this is virgin territory for me, all I ask is for you to be gentle." "That's the plan," Kathy smirked, as she tenderly drew Denise down on the bed beside her. + Kathy took it slow, starting with a bouquet of kisses; she gradually racketed up her seduction. Employing her hands, mouth and ever so talented tongue, while targeting the various erogenous zones that populated a woman's body, Kathy skillful worked Denise into a sexual frenzy so intense that it bordered on the excruciating. For her part, Denise bucked; she squirmed; she rived; obediently spreading her legs at the appropriate moment so as to allow Kathy to reposition herself within their splay, thereby granting her lesbian lover's mouth access to the crucible of her newly acquired womanhood. As Kathy's saliva slick tongue initially came in contact with the elusive nub of her clitoris, Denise began to moan, to groan, to whimper and whine. Urgently, she began to cry out to the Lord; repeatedly beseeching Him to grant her the blessed succor she so desperately sought. "Oh, my God, Kathy!" she frantically and repeated exclaimed. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" Keenly aware that it was a rhetorical question and knowing that the last thing Denise would want her to do was to stop what she was doing in order to offer a reply, Kathy decided that the best course of action was to answer Denise's question in her own mind. 'Given the fact that you've gone down on me countless times, I know exactly what I'm doing. I just didn't know that I would relish making you squeal and squirm as much as I do.' Then another thought struck her. 'Funny! Here I am with my tongue in another woman's pussy, and I'm not phased by it at all. The true is, I'm have a blast right now!' Kathy's tongue, swirling and twirling about the nub of her clit, drove Denise wild, delivering her to the brink of carnal delight in a matter of moments. In the next second, Denise achieved sexual Nirvana as the floodgates of her passions burst asunder, allowing torrents of orgasms to gush and surge within her. + Nestled in Kathy's loving embrace, an euphoric, albeit physically spent Denise savored the warm-fuzzes of post-orgasms bliss. For her part, though curious to learn of her former husband's impressions of what had just transpired, Kathy guarded her tongue. Though she was dying to debrief Denise, the last thing Kathy wanted to do was to intrude on her lover-girl's introspective reverie. "Oh, my God, Kath!" Denise dreamily murmured. "That was fantastic. I mean, I knew that women had it good. But, I never knew that they had it that good. So, that's what it's like to be multi-orgasmic. All I can say is - wow! That was a real eye-opening experience." Though she knew it to be a stupid question, a question that need not be asked, Kathy felt compelled to ask it anyway. "So, I take it that you enjoyed it?" "Enjoyed it?" Denise purred. "I loved it! I may not like the fact that I'm a woman now. But when push comes to shove, I have to admit that being a woman does have a silver lining. And that silver lining is nestled snugly up inside this new little you-know-what of mine." "I'm glade to hear you say, Den. Because, if we can't get that wishing well to change you back, you may have to reconcile yourself to spending the rest of your life as a female." "I know, Kath. I know." Denise grumbled. "But, should that be the case, at least I get to enjoy the sexual side of being a woman. That is, if you think you can handled making love to another woman on a regular bases." "You needn't worry about that, lover. That wishing well may have turned you into a woman, but there's no getting around the fact that it seems to have turned me into a sex-crazed lesbian as well. If eating you out is going make being a woman bearable for you, I'd be more happy to go down on you anytime you feel the need..." Somewhat later in their conversation, Kathy heard herself ask, "So, as a lover, how would you rate me?" "Top notch! I mean, you were wonderful." "Get out of here!" Kathy, feeling that the accolades were misplaced, discounted Denise's assertions out of hand. "No!" Denise protested. "I mean it. You were great, Kath." "Okay..." Kathy was not about to argue the point. "For a novice, I guess I wasn't to shabby. But, as times goes on, I promise: I'll get better." "If you do, I'm not sure that I'll be able to handle it. I mean, you really did a number on me." Kathy, recalling the way Denise had bucked and squirmed, giggled. "I did now, didn't I?" "Yeah... You sure as hell did." "So, other than getting eaten out, what else did you like?" "Everything!" "I want specifics." "Okay! Specifics it is. Well..." Denise took a protracted moment to mull the matter over. "I really like it when you suckled on these new tits of mine. I mean, I can't believe how sensitive they are now that I'm a woman. Funny, but I now know exactly what they mean when they say: "as useless as tits on a bull hog." "Go on," Kathy prompted. "What else did you like?" "I really liked it when you used your hands to caress my inner thighs. I've got to tell you. That really got my juices flowing. Oh! And I also liked it when you were kissing my neck. That was really nice." "So, I take it that you like all those new erogenous zones of yours?" "Oh, yeah! They're great! I mean, I still can't get over how much I enjoyed it when you were kissing the underside of wrist. I had no idea that it would affect me like it did. Oh, and just so you know, I also liked it when you sucked my fingers. Crazy, but that really turned me on..." + Still later in their conversation... "Hey Kath," Denise coquettishly intoned. "Do you think I could persuade you to make love to me again?" "It would be my pleasure. However, there's something you need to do for me first." "And what, may I ask, is that." "Well, since your wife's still horny and could use some TLC of my own, how 'bout you attend to my needs first? I mean, fair's fair and once you attended to my needs, I'd be more than to happy to return the favor. You see, Den, as long as you and I are the same sex, its going to be tit for tat from here on out. You do me and I'll do you and vice versa." "That's perfectly fine by me, Kath... + Well into the wee hours of the following morning Kathy and Denise engaged in a reciprocating game of seesaw sex, as they eagerly and took turns satisfying one another carnal needs. As it worked out, Denise came out on top, owing to the fact that she enjoyed four orgasmic interludes to Kathy's miserly three. Tuckered out from their endeavors, somewhere around three, the two fell asleep entwined in one another's arms. Shortly after nine that Saturday morning, Denise woke first, and wishing to reprise their activities of the night before, gentle roused Kathy from her slumbers. Though groggy, and wishing to God that she could have gotten another hour or two of shuteye, Kathy turn to and began to tenderly kiss and caress Denise into a state a sexual arousal. In like fashion, once she had sufficiently recuperate from the daisy chain of orgasms that Kathy' deft hand and talented tongue ministrations had engender, Denise was more than happy to return the favor. "Damn, Den!" Kathy quipped. "And here I thought I was a screamer. But, guess what! I'm nowhere near the screamer you are. It's a good thing is that we no longer live in a townhouse. Your screaming would have driver our neighbors bonkers. Given the way you carry on, they probably would have called the cops, who in turn might have sighted the two of us for disturbing the peace." Then, changing the subject, Kathy continued on to say, "I don't know about you, but I'm famished. So, what say we shower, get dressed and go out and get breakfast?" The idea of venturing out in public as a woman did not sit well with Denise. "I'm all for getting something to eat, but do we really have to go out?" "'Fraid so, Den. If you recall, we had the last of the eggs for breakfast yesterday." "I don't know about you, but I can always eat cereal." "Sorry! There's no milk. We used the last of it up yesterday as well, along with the bacon and those mircowaveable sausages you seem to like so well." "Shit! I guess that means that we have to go grocery shopping today." "Yes, ma'am! That we do. So, since we have to go out anyway, we might just as well stop at a restaurant for breakfast first." Then, keenly aware that Denise was not happy about the prospect of venturing out of the house as a member of the opposite sex, Kathy endeavored to bolster her husband's sagging spirits. "Just remember, Den, no one's going to be the wiser. Only two people know that you were a man and those two people are you and me. It's our little secret. And you can rest assured that your secret is safe with me. There's no need for you to get into a tizzy over this. Trust me. Everyone is going to accept you as the woman you are and not as the man you used to be, you know, much the way Al and Helen did last night..." + While the two of them were in the bathroom showering together, Denise had been thinking ahead. "I guess I'm going have to wear the clothes that the wishing well provide me with last night when it saw fit to shove a massive dose of femininity up this well hung derriere of mine. I just hope that they're not all rumpled." "Oh, I don't know," Kathy countered. "We're about the same size, so you can probably wear some of my things for the time being. However, since your boobs are definitely bigger than mine, it's probably for best if you use the bra you had on last night, you know, until we can pick you up a few. So, tell you what. Since you're going to need a few bras, after we eat, we'll run over to the mall." "Why the mall? Can't we just go Walmart?" "The mall has a Victoria's Secret." "Oh, right!" Denise dejectedly scoffed. "Lucky me! Now that I'm a girl, I get to shop at Victoria's Secret. Talk about humiliating..." While Denise was still in the process of toweling-off, Kathy returned to their bedroom and strode into their wall-in closet in order to select an outfit for herself. "Whoa!" she excitedly exclaimed. "Hey, Den! Guess what! It looks as if we won't have to clothes shopping for you anytime soon." "Huh!" Denise quizzically replied, as she joined her wife in their wall-in closet. "Sorry Kath! I didn't quite catch what you just said just now." "Take a good look and tell me what you see," Kathy directed. Then, realizing that Denise was examining the wrong rack, Kathy chided, "Not my clothes, dummy. Turn around and check out your side of the closet." "Holy shit!" a startled Denise exclaimed, having suddenly realized that every stitch of her male clothing had been magically altered into attire that was without a doubt tailored for a woman. "You're right! It looks if I'm not going to need to buy anything for quite a while. "Hmm..." Kathy chuckled a moment later. "I sure hope you're going to like wearing heels." "Why's that?" "Well, except for a pair of suede moccasins and a pair of sneakers, all your other shoes appear to have heels. There are a few three inchers among 'em. But from what I can see, most of them are four inch stilettos or better." "Get out of here!" "If you don't believe me, have a look-see for yourself." Scrunching down beside her wife, an agitated Denise irately groused, "Damn it all to hell and back! Both my hiking boots and my engineer boots are gone. They've been replaced by women's spiked heel fashion boots. Damn! I really loved those boots, especially those hiking boots of mine. I mean, they were the boots I wore when I hiked the Appalachian Trail the summer before I met you. Geeish! I'm sure going to miss 'em. You know, as in they had a certain sentimental value for me..." Denise's voice trailed off into brooding silence at that point. "I know, dear," Kathy empathized. "Those boots held a special place in your heart." "Yeah... They sure as hell did. I know it sounds crazy, but I was even thinking about getting them bronzed one of these days." "Den, I don't mean to be insensitive, but maybe you ought to check out your chest of drawers." Denise did as Kathy suggested, only too discover upon opening the top drawer that a run to Victoria's Secret was unnecessary. Denise had bras, panties and pantyhose aplenty, as well as a smattering of other hosiery. Stepping up to get a closer look at Denise's treasure trove of shimmering and sexy undergarments, Kathy chortled, "Oh, my! What do we have here? There's satin and nylon and more than a few lycra spandex sets, but not one lacy bra and panty set in the bunch. That wishing well sure has you pegged..." "Come on, Kath!" Denise groused. "Cut me some slack here, will ya'? While it's true that I'm a woman now, please understand that I not comfortable about having to dress like one. So, I'd really appreciate it if you stop teasing me about it." "All right! I promise to behave myself." "Thank you. Now, since you're bound and determine to get me out of the house today, how 'bout giving me a hand picking out something that this fragile male ego of mine can handle." Kathy did as Denise asked, selecting a pair of jeans and a lightweight long-sleeved mock-turtleneck sweater. For her part, Denise rooted through her underwear drawer and after a good bit of indecision, opted for a shimmering, electric blue, nylon/spandex bra and panty set. Then, with Kathy supervising, Denise got dressed. A few minutes later, Denise positioned herself in front of Kathy's Cheval Floor Mirror. "Damn! I know I looked good, but I had no idea that I looked this good. Hell! With a body like this I could be in Playboy." "Told you so," Kathy scoffed. "Oh! And as far as posing for Playboy goes, I'd say: you ought to go for it." "You really mean that?" "Sure... Why not? I mean, you've got a great body, Den, so why not flaunt it?" "This isn't good," Denise said, as she turned this away and that away in ordered to better appraise her new hourglass figure. "What isn't good?" "Looking the way I do now. I mean, I've become a friggin' piece of eye-candy. Guys are going to be gawking at me all over place and I'm not sure I'm going to be able to handle it. And, then there's the other thing." "What other thing?" Kathy felt compelled to ask. "I might be a girl on the outside, but on the inside I'm still a guy, which means that I'm turning myself on." "Hmmm... So you're a narcissist as well as lesbian and a nymphomaniac now. I can live with that." "Maybe you can, but I'm not sure that I can." Just then the phone rang. Kathy, who was the closer of the two, checked the Call ID and declared, "It's your mother." "Shit!" Denise, not ready to divulge what had happened to her, was all in a dither. "I can't talk to her like this! Please, Kathy! You talk to her? Tell her that I'm not home. Say that I had to run down to 7- Eleven or something." Kathy keyed the handset's 'Talk Button', "Hello, Anna!" Then, a moment later, "I'm afraid Den's not available at the moment." Another brief pause was followed by, "No, we haven't forgotten. What time do you want us to come over tomorrow..." 'Shit!' Denise thought. 'Damn! I plum forgot all about that. Tomorrow's my mother's birthday and we're supposed to have dinner there. What the hell am I going to do? I mean, I can't face my parents looking like this...' A few minutes later, Kathy hung up the phone and turned to face her husband, "You heard?" "Yeah!" Denise groused. "I heard. But we ain't going, not with me and my being a girl now." "That's not going to be a problem. You're mom already knows and we're going." "What the hell did you tell her?" Denise bristled. "I didn't tell her anything. You should know that, seeing as how you heard everything I said to your mother." "But you just said that she knew." "That's right. I did. I don't know how she knew, but she knew." "You mean, that I'm a girl?" "Yes, that you're a girl." "How's that possible?" "Beats the shit out of me, Den. But she knew and she didn't seem phased by it at all." "So, what did she say that leads you to believe that she knows I'm a woman now?" "Well, for one thing your mom called you Denise, not Dennis. And for another, she said that she had seen a few blouses that she thought you might like while she was shopping the other day and she ended up picking them up for you." "Oh, crap! That confounded wishing well has this friggn' sexual reassignment thing-a-ma-bob of mine rigged six ways from Sunday." "Yeah..." Kathy concurred. "I agree. It sure seems too at that..." + Denise, thinking that she would be on her feet a good portion of the day, given that the two of them were planning on going grocery shopping after getting something to eat, initially opted for the suede moccasins she had found in her closet. However, before joining Kathy in the living room, Denise experienced an unexpected change of heart. She decided to be daring and whimsically switch out the moccasins out for a pair of 4-inch, pointy-toed stilettos in basic black kidskin. As she entered the living room, Denise noticed that Kathy was holding a picture frames in hands. "I think I know why your mother knows about you and your being a woman now." "You do?" "Yes, Den, I do and as soon as you take a look at this photograph, you will too." "Isn't that one of wedding pictures?" Denise asked, as she crossed the living room in order to examine the photo Kathy was holding. "Yes. It was. And I guess it still is. But there's been a change; a rather significant one to my way of thinking." Denise took possession of the proffered picture only to exclaim, "Oh! I see what you mean. I'm not the groom anymore, am I? I'm a bride, just like you." "Yup! You sure are. And, what do you know! We're wearing matching gowns." "Have you checked any of our other pictures?" Denise inquired, "No, not yet! But my guess is that you're a girl in all of them." "That wishing well really had it in for me, didn't it?" Then, before Kathy could respond, Denise added, "I want to check out something. So, you wait here and I'll be right back." And with that said, Denise made tracks for their study. A protracted moment later, she returned to the living room, cradling a large, leather-bound book in her arms. "What'ya got there, Den?" "One of my high school yearbooks, senior year I believe." "Oh! I understand. You went to an all boys high school, didn't you?" "I sure as hell did. St. Bartholomew's! Any bets as to what we're going to find?" Denise hefted the yearbook and began flipping through the pages. Slowing as she reached the section where the sports teams were located, Denise stopped flipping pages when she got to the varsity soccer team. "Well, now that's interesting, if not highly amusing" Kathy smirked. "It seems that St. Barts had at least one female who graduated from their school, and that woman was none other than you. I have to say that you look awful cute in your soccer uniform. As I recall, you said that you were on the baseball team as well." "Yep! That I did. I played second base." "Well, what are you waiting for, sweet cheeks? I want to see how you looked in your baseball uniform." Dutifully, Denise complied with her wife's directive. Once the two of them had scooped out all the pictures of Denise that were contained in the yearbook, Kathy mused, "I wonder how they're ever going to be able to explain why you, a girl, attended St. Barts, an all boys Catholic high school." "Beats the shit out of me!" Denise quipped. "It's a - Oh, what's the word? - conundrum! It's a conundrum alright." "Yeah... It sure is. But I'm afraid that it behooves us to come up with an explanation, you know, should any of your old classmates ever start making inquires." "Yeah..." Denise concurred with Kathy assertion. "But I know one thing. I sure as hell aren't going to be attending any class reunions looking like I do now." "Oh! I don't see why not," Kathy teased. "It'd be a hoot watching the reaction of some of your classmates." "Yeah... It could be at that. But we're still not going and that's final." "Well, we'll see about that. I'm not going to quibble about it now. Who knows? You might experience a change of heart one of these days, you know, much like you did with those heels you're wearing." "Fat chance of that ever happening..." + On the way out to car, Kathy assumed that her new lesbian lover-girl would want her to drive, much as she had the prior evening. That however was not the case. No sooner had Kathy begun to make her way around to the driver's side of her husband's car, Denise took umbrage. "Oh, no you don't! I'm driving." "But I thought..." Denise abruptly interjected, "Well, you thought wrong, didn't you? I might be a woman, but I'm still the man of the house. I'll drive." "You think you'll be okay to drive in heels?" "Well, since I don't seem to be having any trouble getting around in 'em, I think I'll manage just fine. If not, I'll just take 'em off." Kathy, who was not fond of wearing high heels herself, had to admit that Denise was not having a bit of trouble maneuvering around in stilettos. Truth was, Denise had taken to wearing heels the way a duck takes to water. The dexterity she evidenced would make one think that Denise had worn such treacherous footwear for years. In fact, Kathy was quick to realize; Denise evidenced no manly affectations whatsoever. All her mannerism were as feminine as feminine could be. Noon had come and gone, so when Denise, who still accorded herself as the gentleman she no longer was, inquired as to where her wife wanted to eat, Kathy suggested Denny's, quickly pointing out the fact that the establishment served breakfast 24 hours a day. While they were waiting for their waitress to bring them their meals, Denise, out of the blue, suddenly exclaimed, "Shit!" "What's wrong now?" "I'm afraid we're going to have to stop at the mall after all." "And we're doing that because?" "We need to pick-up something for my mom. Remember, tomorrow's her birthday." "Right!" Kathy replied before adding, "Any ideas as to what we should get her?" "No... But I'm open for suggestions... + Kathy was in process of polishing off the last dregs of her second cup of coffee when she heard Denise complain, "I hate the way that guy at the far table keeps leering at me. It's like he's undressing me with his eyes and it's really creeping me out." "I'm afraid it more or less goes with the territory, Den. You're a beautiful young lady now, with a body that won't quit, so my best advise to you is: get used to it." "That easier said than done." Kathy, a very attractive woman in her own right, flippantly replied, "Tell me about it..." + Upon leaving Denny's, Denise drove them to the mall. There, from one of the kiosks located on the mall's lower level, they purchased a necklace and a matching pair of earrings as a birthday present for Denise's mom. Encouraged by Kathy to do so, Denise also selected several sets of inexpensive earrings for herself, along with a couple of necklaces. Then, even as the salesgirl became to tally up the bill, Kathy drew Denise's attention to yet another pair of earrings contained with the revolving, tri-sided display case that stood up the counter. "Look, Den! Little wishing wells!" Then, having drawn Denise attention to the earrings, Kathy addressed the salesgirl, "Excuse me, miss. We'll take these sterling silver wishing well earrings as well." In a tone of voice set just above that of a whisper, Denise groused, "Thanks for nothing! Do you get your kicks by rubbing salt in my wounds? I mean, it's not like I'm ever going to wear 'em." Kathy ignored Denise's gibe and asked the salesgirl if she had a wishing well charm that matched the earrings. The girl replied that she did, prompting Kathy to have her add it, along with a charm bracelet to round out their purchases. + After the mall, Denise made for the grocery store. There, they had another chance encounter with a couple they associated with socially on a semi-regular bases. Much as it had been with Snyders on the previous evening, the couple accepted Denise as having always been the woman that Kathy's wish had turned her into. To be fair though, the couple evidence an extremely fleeting moment of indecision, lasting no more than half a second when they first caught sight of Kathy and Denise half way down one of the aisles. Though it was doubtful that either Denise or Kathy took note of it, the wishing well's magic was still very much in play, retrofitting memories to the new reality of Denise's magically imposed sexual reassignment. "You know something, Kath?" Denise said once they were alone. "This is getting weirder and weirder. Everybody seems to know me for woman I am now, and not man I was. They seem to think that I always been a girl." "Yeah... They sure do. But that's a good thing, isn't it? I mean, your life isn't in shambles because of what's happen. Added to that, you can go into work on Monday and no one will be the wiser." "Work!" the dread conveyed in Denise's voice was poignant. "I plum forgot all about work! I can't go into work looking this! Everybody'll know." "No they won't, Den! If your mother, the Snyders and now Tom and Betty accept the fact that you're a woman now, so it stands to reason that everybody you work with will as well. Trust me! It'll be fine. You'll see. Nobody's going to bat an eye. Okay! I'll grant you that some of those god's-gift-to-women creeps that you work with might end up freaking you out, you know, by giving you the old hairy-eyeball. But that's about the be-all and end-all of it. Given the way the well's magic has worked so far, the fix is in and nobody is going to know that weren't always a woman." Though Kathy's logic was sound, Denise, a staunch adherent to Murphy's Law, was anything but convinced. If something could go wrong, Denise figured that it probably would, and that it would probably go wrong at the worst possible moment. Denise therefore was not looking forward to the ordeal she assumed she'd be facing come Monday morning. + Once the grocery shopping was finished, by mutual accord the two women decided it was time to make a run for the barn. Once home, they turned to and stowed their groceries. With that chore accomplished, Kathy, eager to have a return engagement with her new lesbian lover, suggested that they relocate to their bedroom and once there, engage in some reciprocating tongue in grove work. Given that Denise was filling frisky and more than a little horny herself, Kathy's suggestion suited her just fine. Moments later, Kathy and Denise were in their bedroom, sans their clothing, supine on the bed and going at it hot and heavy. Several hours later, having seesawed back and forth several times, Kathy ask what she thought to be a relevant question and followed it up with a dogmatic statement. "Hey, Den! Are you by any chance getting hungry? I know that I sure am. Look, since I'm in no mood to cook and I bet you aren't either, what say we order a pizza?" Then, realizing that she had promised Denise earlier that they would have another crack at the wishing well, Kathy quickly apologized for her oversight, even as she began drawing her panties back on. "Oh! I'm sorry, Denise. I up and forgot. Correct me if I'm wrong. But weren't we were supposed to run back over to the Wishing Well Inn and have another go at trying to get your manhood back? So, since I'm not about to drive over there all by my lonesome, I guess you better put your clothes back on too." "You're right, Kath! We did agree to give the wishing well another go this evening. But I've had a slight change of heart. So, if it's all right with you, what say we hold off until tomorrow, you know, because we're both tired from our lack of sleep last night, coupled with all the running you and I did today. And honestly, what I'd really like to do is to spend a quiet evening alone with you." "Don't you mean an initiate evening rather than a quiet one?" "Yeah... What can I say? You know me so well. But then again, when you're right, you're right. I'd much prefer spending an initiate evening with you to a quiet one. Besides, since it isn't much out of our way, we can stop by the Wishing Well on the way home from my parents. Oh! And just so you know, pizza washed down with that bottle of Chianti we picked up the other day sound just fine by me..." + Famished as they were, Denise and Kathy quickly devoured the large pepperoni and sausage pizza they had ordered and were soon back in bed, servicing one another's carnal needs. Much as they had on the previous evening, they took turns, seesawing back and forth in a you do me then I'll do you fashion that worked out to be mutually satisfying. Somewhere around eleven thirty, during a recuperative lull in their love making, Denise's curiosity got the best of her, "So, what'ya think, Kath? Has my sex change fulfilled your wish? Has it spiced up our love life?" "Indubitably!" Kathy sensually purred, as she began to trace lazy swirls and whorls along the run of Denise's inner thigh. "I really could get used to this." "To tell you the truth, Kath, so could I." "You really mean that, Den?" "Yes..." Denise gasped as the fires of her ardor were rekindled. "I never knew sex could be this good. However, I don't want you getting the wrong impression, Kath. You probably aren't going to like hearing me say this, but I'm still not all that happy over the fact that I'm a woman now. Given my druthers, I'd still rather be a man." "I know, Den. I know that you still rather be a man. But what if worst should happen? What if we can't get the Wishing Well to undo what it's done to you? I mean, there's a good chance you're going to be stuck like this for the rest of your life. Are you going to be able to handle living as a woman?" "Honestly, Kath, I haven't a clue, you know, as in the jury is still out on that one. But what I can tell you is that while it's little more than the icing on the cake, there's no getting around the fact that I'm sold on the sexually aspects of being a woman. In fact, it's something I will sorely miss if I ever do get back to being a man again. I mean, I absolutely love all these new erogenous zones of mine. Plus, as sick and perverted as it sounds, all I have to do to turn myself on is to look at myself in the mirror." "Oh! So, it's like I said this morning. You're a narcissist as well as a lesbian?" "That I am, Kath! That I am..." + "Kath," the dread and hesitancy in Denise's voice conveyed volumes. "I've changed my mind. I'm not going." "Oh, yes you are, even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming," Kathy was adamant. "Look! It's your mother's birthday. So, like it or not, you're going. So, how 'bout you finished getting dressed, so we can be on our way. We're going to be late as it is..." + With a sense of trepidation mounting exponentially, a reluctant Denise opened the front door of her parents' house and stepped into the living room. "Ellen!" Denise's father drew aside the sports section of the Sunday paper that he had been perusing and sarcastically bellowed. "You can stop your fretting. Kathy and that other daughter of ours have finally seen fit to put in an appearance!" Then, in a much more cordial tone of voice, Harvey Sojourner, who, like his wife, had always accorded Kathy as a member of their family, said, "Your mother's in the kitchen, fussing over diner. So, why don't you two girls head and back keep her company..." Half expecting Kathy to hit her with an admonishing 'I told you so,' Denise was overjoyed to learn that contrary to her worst fears, the wishing well's magic had altered her parents' memories so that their recollections dovetailed with the new reality imposed on her by the wishing well. Though still squeamish about what she could and could not divulge, all things considered, Denise handled things fairly well. What both shocked and surprised Denise was the fact that as prudish as her mom and dad tended to be about such things, they both accepted her and Kathy's lesbian relationship without batting an eye. The only sticking point was Denise's mom. Ellen Sojourner wanted grandkids and she did not miss a single opportunity to make sure that both Kathy and Denise were well aware of that fact. The four of them sat down to eat at three on the dot. Once dinner was finished, Denise's father pushed back from the table and said, "I trust you two girls will give your mom a hand cleaning up. As for me, I'm to back out to the living room and take a nap." Once in the kitchen, Denise suggested that her mom take a load off her feet, saying that she would rinse off the dishes and Kathy would stack them in the dishwasher. It was while they were busy attending to the dishes that Denise did something that took Kathy by complete surprise. Not one to keep secrets from her mother, Denise felt compelled to come clean and tell her mom what had happened. "Mom," Denise began apprehensively. "I not sure how to go about telling you this. And I seriously doubt that you're going to believe a word of what I'm about to tell you." "Den!" Kathy, thinking it was neither the time nor place to get into something as mind boggling as what she suspected Denise wished to impart, vigorously injected. "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, it might be best were you to let sleeping dogs lie." "No, Kath! I'm not sure if this is a good idea at all. But I've never kept anything important from my mom and I'm not about to start now." "All right, Den," Kathy reluctantly deferred. "It's your funeral." "Denise," her mother, curious to know what was on her daughter's mind, sought enlightenment. "Are sick or something?" "No, mom. I'm not sick and neither is Kathy. We're both just fine. So you needn't concern yourself about that." "Mom!" Denise began anew. "The thing is: while I know you think I'm your daughter, I'm not your daughter. I'm your son, Dennis, or at least I was up until two days ago." The startled expression that blossomed on Ellen Sojourner's face said it all. It was like a veil had suddenly been lifted, or the floodgates opened and the truth revealed. Though taken aback by her daughter's revelation, Ellen Sojourner -- her former memories restored -- knew without a shadow of a doubt that Denise was telling the truth. "Oh my God, Dennis! It really is you, isn't it?" "Yes, mom," Denise replied. "It's me. I am - make that was - your son, Dennis." "How's that possible?" the incredulity in Helen's voice was not lost on either Kathy or Denise. "I talked to you on the phone -- Was it Tuesday evening? Or was it Wednesday evening? -- and you were still a man, weren't you?" "Yes, mom. I was." "So, how did this happen? Did you by any chance have one of those sex change operations or something?" "No... I didn't have an operation. As ludicrous as this is going to sound. I'm a girl now because a wishing well played fast and loose with a wish that Kathy made the other night." "You really expect me to believe that you're a girl now because of a wish?" though she knew what she was hearing to be true, Denise mom was having a hard time reconciling the matter in her own mind. "Believe what you will, mom. But you could say that I'm living proof that magic exists. It's real. But don't you go blaming Kathy, mom. She's not to blame. She didn't do this to me. The wishing well did. It took great liberties fulfilling the wish that Kathy made. I mean, it not only turned me into a woman, it also went and turned Kathy into a lesbian, where she wasn't one before..." Denise took great pains explaining exactly what had happen, while repeatedly emphasizing the fact that Kathy was blameless. While it was true that it had been Kathy's wish for a spiced up love life that had given the wishing well the impetus to do what it had done, the well had misconstrued the intent of Kathy's desires. For her part, Denise's mom took a lot of convincing. However, Denise eventually managed to convince her mother that Kathy was not to blame. "Well..." Denise's mom, trying to look on the bright side of things, thoughtfully sighed. "I always wanted a daughter and now it seems I have one. Maybe, if I play my cards right, one of these days in the not to distant future, she'll give me grandchild or two." "Whoa, mom!" unhinged by what she had heard her mother just say, a badly frazzled Denise raised an objection. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Remember, even though I'm a woman now, I'm as much of a lesbian as Kathy is." "That may be..." Helen countered. "But there's nothing that says that lesbians can't have babies, you know, as in you can always have yourself artificially inseminated." "Mother!" Denise vigorously registered a complaint. "How 'bout we cross that bridge when we come to it?" "I was just saying..." Helen innocently replied. "But just remember, dear. You're a woman now and your biological clock is ticking. Added to that, I would really like a grandchild while I'm still young enough to enjoy one..." Somewhat later in their conversation, Denise's mom thought to inquire, "So, do you want to tell your father about all of this?" "No!" Denise reflexively shivered at the thought of her dad learning her secret. "And I don't want you telling anyone else either. Not even your sister! I shudder to think what would happen if Aunt Shirley ever gets wind of this. She can't keep a secret worth shit. Promise me, mom! You won't tell another living soul about what's happened to me. Maybe, in time, I'll be able to see my way clear into filling dad in on what happen. But for the time being, I don't want anyone else knowing that I haven't always been a girl. It's like they say mom. Ignorance is bliss and the more people who don't know about me,