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I watched her everyday through the break in the trees. She would come up to her room and take her clothes off, then sit on her bed and read, naked. Our houses backed up to one another, mine at a slight angle that allowed me to sit on my bed as she laid on hers, and with the sun set late in the afternoon, the glare didn't allow her to see me looking. I know what you'll say. You'll call me a creep or dirty for looking, but you had to see this girl to truly appreciate what I saw. I called her my goddess. She was beautiful and gracious. I saw her at school, and it was all I could do not to pull at her shirt and ask her if she knew who I was, but it wouldn't have done any good. She didn't know I existed. Once, last fall as the football team was leaving the field, she bumped into me as the cheerleading squad followed them, looked me in the eye, and with a care and love that is beyond description she said she was sorry. I didn't wash that shirt for weeks. The fact of the matter is that she was way out of my league, and there was nothing I could do about it. She was a year ahead of me and beautiful. She was popular. I was a dorky guy with zits that no one knew or cared about. I had one friend, Sam, that I sat with to eat my lunch, but we only shared our loneliness, no more. My body was that of a 7 year old girl, not a 16 year old guy, and her body, oh my god, what can I say? She was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Her hips alone made me have nasty thoughts. She had deep blue eyes and blond hair, but I don't want you thinking that she was one of those ditzy girls. She was at the top of her class, and I know I should have admired that the most, but I couldn't get past her body. Those breasts, those lovely tits. She was only five- five or maybe five-six, but those curves, god I can't help but obsess over them. Her ass, let me just tell you, like, you know at the bottom of a woman's back, as her hips spread and her ass begins, well you could set a soda can right there her ass is so great. I just wanted to touch her, run my fingers over her skin and feel how soft she was, just see how her body moved up close. Its been two months and three days, but I saw her masterbate one day and I thought I would die of a heart attack. I watched as her back arched and she snapped with the orgasm. With one hand between her legs, the other was grabbing at her chest; both my hands were furiously trying to pull my penis off I was jacking off so bad. Did I mention her lips? Oh my. Her lips are like porn star lips. I just want to put my dick between them. Just grab her tits and start fucking them, maybe even bend her over her bed and fuck her, or better yet, fuck her ass. God that would be great. But it will never happen, so I just watch her from my bed. See I'm not a bad guy. I could be the guy that's like planning on raping her or something. You know that guy that like has pictures of a girl all over his room and is really creepy stalking someone. I don't follow her. Its just here, and I would never tell anyone about her or what I saw. I would never do that to Jessica. I would never hurt her, ever. Then last Friday I was at my locker and she passed, and in the confusion of the hallway, her scarf fell off, and I picked it up. I debated giving it back to her, and I really was going to return it, but then I couldn't get through all the people. I looked around and seeing no one was looking at me, I crumbled it up and put it in my bag. I was in seventh heaven all day, and when the final bell rang I ran as fast as I could to get home. I threw open the door and both my mother and father were sitting in their recliners watching some television program. They disgusted me. They were both fat, both lazy. My mom's ass was so big I couldn't imagine how much fabric it took to cover that thing, and My dad's gut just hung over his belt. They were both walking heart attacks. I must have been adopted. I passed them and went into the kitchen and saw a package on the table. I asked my parents if that really was for me, but all I got was a grunt. I went to the other side of the table and tried to slide between the drying rack and the table, but eventually had to move it. It was just nasty. Mom's bras and lingerie were laying over the skinny wooden slats. What was nastier than the fact that they were so fat or that my mom's tit looked like they almost hung to her waist was that I could hear them having sex all the time. She grunted almost like a pig, and dad, well I don't want to talk about it. I always covered my head with a pillow. I can't believe you made me think about that again. So yeah, I opened the box and in it was a small message saying "this will help you finally get yourself together" that was taped to a stone. On the back of the note it had instructions, "wet stone and place within five feet of yourself. If the time is right, and they are in action, you will see as they do and retain that which you have covered." It had to be a fucking joke. I grabbed the box and took it to my room if for no other reason that I didn't want to hear my mom bitching about anything. I threw the box on my bedside table and started on my homework. My mom interrupted me and brought me in a glass of milk and asked me if I wanted to eat my dinner in my room as I did my work. I ate and then filled my glass with some water when I was done and right about the time I was sitting back down to finish my work, I saw her come into her room. I had been horny all day, so I laid back and watched as she got undressed and unlike most days, when she sat on her bed and read or watched television, she laid all the way back and pulled something out of her bedside table. I couldn't see what she grabbed, but when she put her hands between her legs, I knew what was going to happen. I grabbed my water and took a big gulp as I got naked as fast as possible. Then there was a knock on the door. Angry I threw my clothes back on and cracked the door. "Jason, you need to finish your chores before you can watch television. Fold the laundry and then you can have the TV downstairs if you want to." I knew what that meant. My gross parents were gonna go down to the basement and drink and then have sex. Disgusted, I ran down stairs and threw all the laundry in the basket and brought it back to my room and then locked the door. Luckily I hadn't missed much. I stripped and laid down on the bed and watched. After a few minutes, I reached over for my lotion but instead I knocked everything on the floor. I grabbed the lotion and squirted some on my now hard dick. I started stroking and then remembered the scarf. I ran to my bag and got the scarf and then laid back down and wrapped it around my dick. I jacked off faster and faster with the scarf and lotion, watching her pick of her pace, but I couldn't hold out. Watching her hold her breasts, and moan (at least that's what it looked like) was too much. I felt myself start to cum and then my cum released in a sequence of shots. I was spent. I laid back and watched as she finished and we both laid exhausted together. I could feel my heart beat in my crotch and legs from my orgasm, and after a few minutes, I reached down to clean up, grabbing the scarf. I was amazed that I had gotten that soft that fast, but when I pulled the scarf away and saw what was underneath, everything went dark. When I came to, I was on the ground and when I looked down to see if what I saw was for real, I couldn't believe it. My dick was gone. I had a pussy, shaved completely, and places on my legs and stomach, where the scarf was were smooth and hairless. I was lost, confused, but then I looked back over at the bedside table and saw the rock on the floor with the glass, no empty, beside it. The note had been real. I sat there for what had to be thirty minutes. I didn't know what to do. Was it magic? Was I dreaming? Eventually I stood up, closed the blinds for fear that someone would see me and then started examining myself. Did I have Jessica's pussy now? Did she now have my dick? It couldn't work that way could it? I pushed my lips apart with my fingers and rubbed on the little nob at the stop of my slit but as soon as my finger hit it, my body jerked. It felt amazing. I laid down and started rubbing my clit, taking time only to push my fingers into my pussy. I had never felt anything like it before in my life. I wished I had her tits too, just to rub those while I played with my pussy. I continued to rub myself and eventually came so hard that I lost control of my body for a few seconds. I was drained, but still amazingly horny. I looked over at the laundry and on top was my mom's bra. I wanted to feel what it would be like to have tits. I went over and grabbed the bra, noticing how wet my pussy was and how it felt when I walked. I picked up the bra and tried to figure out how it worked. I clasped it in front of me, but even when hooked on the last hook, it was simply too big. I looked at the tag and just shook my head. She was such a fat ass. I had heard of bra sizes, but I though that like D was the biggest, but on my mom's bra it had "G" on it with a 42 before it. I grabbed the ends and tied them in a knot so it was tight around my chest and then turned it around and put my arms in the holes. I looked down at my handy work. It was confining, almost modifying how I breathed, and it would have been sexy, but the cups on the bra were enormous and just a wrinkled mess. I went to my dresser and opened the drawers, looking for something to go into the cups. I opened my underwear drawer first, looking for teeshirts or something, but when I did, I noticed that beside my white teeshirts were piles of women's underwear. I let the thought go and grabbed a two white teeshirt and balled them up and put them in the cups. Still they were two empty. When I put three teeshirts together and balled them up they seemed to fill one cup nicely, so after six teeshirts and some short work, I looked down and saw how they impeded my view to the carpet. I smiled and turned to the bed intending to masterbate again, but almost as soon as I got to the bed, I felt my heart beat again and then a massive amount of weight pull at my chest. The pressure hurt, so I grabbed at the bra to get the white teeshirts out only to discover that they were gone and two massive breasts were in their place. I pulled my arms out of the holes and pulled the bra down and saw the two largest breasts I had ever seen before in my life. The hung on my chest and when I pulled one up, I studied my areolas and mentally tried to measure just how big they were. I couldn't get over how heavy they were, or how soft. And remarkably, for their size they were awfully firm. I laid down on the bed and watched as my boobs swayed with the motion until they eventually settled like two large pancakes. Then there was a knock on the door. "Hun, we are going to bed. I'll see ya in the morning." That was it. They had had sex while I had her bra on. I had my mom's tits. I would later learn that since I had used her bra but I had made it smaller in the band the actual cup size of my bra was much larger than hers since the band and cup related to each other, but at the time, despite the fact that I was grossed out, I wanted to play with my new body. I masterbated for at least an hour, and then just passed out. I woke up hearing my mom's voice through the door. I covered myself and told her I didn't feel good, but she wasn't taking that as an answer. "Get out of bed right now and come downstairs and get some breakfast." I didn't know what to do. I was scared. I panicked. I jumped up and threw on a tee shirt that was entirely too tight and then poked my head out the door. I ran across the hall and closed the bathroom door. I sat on the toilet and peed and then sat there waiting for another confrontation. I sat on the toilet for about five minutes until I heard someone coming up the stairs. I heard my mom pass the door and evidently go into my room. "Hey are you in there?" "Yeah mom, sorry. My stomach really hurts." "Well your going to have to make your own food, I need to get off to work. Fold those clothes and rest up. I'll see you this evening. Your father had to go out of town, so he won't be home." I waited some time and then took a shower, and even when I was done, and a good fifteen minutes had past, I poked my head out the door and screamed to see if anyone was there. I went to my bedroom and struggled to find something that would fit this body. I thought that perhaps I could get by with my jeans, but had no idea what I could find to go over my chest. In addition, I didn't know what I would do to keep these things in place. I had never thought about how women had to deal with breasts before, I just wanted to get my hands on them, but just walking with these things caused them to sway and move uncontrollably, something I wasn't use to (not having control of the motion of part of my body). They were so heavy that they pulled at my upper body, and even though I had only been up and around for a little bit, when I held them in my hands to keep them in place it was a huge relief. I went to my closet and looked through my clothes trying to find something that might work, but then remembered the underwear I had seen the night before. When I opened the drawer the underwear I had seen were still there, but beside them was a disorganized pile of bras. Some of them were lacy, others looked boring, but at this point I just wanted to make them smaller. I grabbed a white bra with no lace and then had to go through a couple pairs of underwear to find one that would actually cover my butt. I slide the panties on easy enough without thinking about it (I was fumbling with the bra once again) and then took on the challenge of the bra. I put my arms through the straps but it was impossible to get my boobs in the cups. I leaned forward just concentrate on clasping it, but I couldn't find the damn hooks, and then my shoulders started cramping. Finally, I took it off and clasped it in front of me. I remembered my mom's bra, and figured if I had these things I needed to know what I wore so I lifted the tag. My number was much less than hers, a 34, but the letter was bigger I guess? "K". It seemed strange in a world where the boobs I had heard about had letters like "B" or "C." In any event, I pulled the bra around, lifted it and tried to get my arms through the straps and then adjusted my boobs in the cups. I walked back to the bathroom and looked at myself. It was actually quite amazing what the bra and panties did, but with most of my body still male, I looked like a freak of nature. I had hair legs and hair on my stomach below my gigantic boobs. My face was as it was before. I had to get rid of these things or change all the way. I couldn't stay like this. I went into the kitchen and started to make something to eat, but almost as soon as I started I stopped. I was beyond sick to my stomach. I went back upstairs and pulled on some jeans without thinking, but when I tried to through on a tee shirt, the sight was ridiculous. It was hard enough getting the shirt over my breasts, but once I did, the stretch between them caused ripples in the shirt and the confinement, although nice that it kept them from moving as much, put a pressure on my chest that took some time to get use to. For most of the morning and afternoon, I paced the house. I was trying to figure out what I should do. The first idea was to go back to normal. I figured I would put some of my old clothes over my pussy and tits and masterbate, but when I did that, nothing happened. I sat at the table and thought long and hard. When I changed, those things in my life that related to that change also changed (ie, my bras and panties), so I figured since that was now me, when I had an orgasm I was simply changing into myself. I thought about putting some guys clothes over my boobs and pussy, as well as getting clothes from other girls and putting it over the rest of my body, either way, I would have to wait till they had an orgasm. There was no way I could take the clothes from one person, because then I would be their twin, which would cause other problems. I wondered if my relationships would change once my body changed either way. Then it hit me, if my clothes had changed did that mean that pictures had changed as well? Is it possible that people would just know me as the guy with huge tits? There was no way. I ran downstairs and looked at the pictures on the wall going to the laundry room and there I was, boobs and all. The picture was taken three months ago. I remember the day, and then as I thought about that day, my memory was of me with breasts. I sat down on the stairs and tried to wrap my mind around this. How was this possible? I was a walking freak and yet it seemed like everyone just accepted it as normal. Did I want to continue as this freak of nature? Who would want to be with me? At least as a nerd, my body was normal. I came up with a plan. I waited the rest of the day, watching television, distracting myself as much as possible, and then about 30 minutes before the end of the school day, I set off to school. I cut back through the woods and got there about 10 minutes after school had ended. I had to duck in the woods a few times to make sure people didn't see me, but after I worked my way behind the gymnasium, I waited till the coach of the baseball team has left the locker room. I knew it would be empty at that point. I went in and grabbed tee shirts from the lockers of the most popular guys. I stuffed them into a bag I found in the coach's office and then went out into the hallway. I looked both ways, and then cracked open the girls locker room. The lights were off. I stuck in and felt myself around expecting that it was a mirror of the boy's room. I got to where the coach's room was in the boys and I was right. I rubbed my hand up and down the wall until I found the light switch and turned it on. Unlike the boy's locker room, the girls had no names on the lockers, and all the lockers had locks. I knew however that everyone had to give their combinations to the school, so I went through the desk in the coach's room until I found the book. I went down the page and found the first I would choose to look like. It took me 15 minutes to find and get into the 8 lockers I would choose to look like and get enough clothing to cover my body. I stuffed everything in and left. I finally got home and went upstairs and put the bag under my bed. I had what I needed, now it was about figuring out which direction I would go. It was Wednesday evening. Friday night would be the night I would try and shoot for. It was usually the popular crowd made their way up to the point and usually fucked the night away. The problem was what I would do in the meantime. I couldn't ditch two days in a row and my mom not know. School would call, but what would it matter. Obviously I had been going and people didn't think it was too strange. I would have to make it through two days. I set out to prepare. I took out the female clothes first and got a pair of scissors. My plan was to cover my body with the clothes of girls or guys to make my perfect body, and when and if they had sex, my body would change to be like theirs. I pulled out the gym clothes and looked for the names I had in mind. All the clothes had everyone names written in marker on the tag, so identifying them was easy. I pulled out a girl that was knows for her great legs and cut the shirt up the side. I then cut it in half and it was just enough to get all the way around my feet and up to my knee. I then worked up my body. I wanted, no I had to replace these boobs. While I had always been a boob guy, these were more of a punishment from god. They were just all over the place. They pulled and moved and nothing controlled them. I enjoyed feeling them when I was laying down in bed, but that was about it. I couldn't imagine going through life with these. I got done faster than I thought. I would have Amber's calves and feet, Stephanie's thighs, Jessica's pussy and ass, Amy's stomach and chest (I still remember seeing her in a bikini--wow--although her face needed a paper sack over it, her torso was amazing), and then I picked several girls and cut out small pieces and made a hood so I wouldn't look like anyone person. It was held together with tape and staples. I laid on the bed and thought about the woman I would become if they all had sex on Friday night and naked, I explored my freakish body and rubbed my clit and squeezed my tits until my body clinched, my back arched, and an orgasm took over my body. Evidently I fell asleep, because the next thing I knew there was a knock on my door. "Hun, I'm coming in." She opened the door and I peeked over at her from under the covers and she sat on the bed and felt my forehead. "Baby, you are really warm. Are you feeling ok?" For some reason she was nice to me, something I couldn't remember her ever being. "I'm ok," I was pulling the sheet tight under my chin, "I'm just feeling a little strange." "Are you menstruating?" "Mom?" I said shocked. "Baby, I know it's strange for you. I can't understand how difficult it has been over the last little while. Has something happened at school? Are you and Jenny ok?" I didn't say anything. I was stuck on the idea of having a period, that this was somehow normal, and then she said Jenny. "Sweetie?" "I'm good mom. I just need some rest." She didn't say anything, but got up and walked to the door, walking just outside it and then turned around. "Sam, I did some of your laundry. Its down in the laundry room. I hung your bras up in the bathroom." She hung my bras up in the bathroom. Dear god. It had gone way too far. I didn't want to eat anything. I just wanted to go to bed and wake up the next morning a whole something. I locked the door and dressed myself in the outfit I had made of the girls clothes, pulled the covers over my head, and drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, I new the girls at school had been busy. I felt the thickness of my ass and hips, my thighs were different. I jumped out of bed and looked at myself. Everything from the waist down was female. I had dainty feet and smooth legs. I studied myself in the mirror and marveled. I suddenly felt a huge urge to pee, so I threw on a tee shirt and grabbed a pair of panties out of my drawer. I ran to the bathroom and peed, and as I left the bathroom, I ran into my dad. We both paused. "Get some clothes on. Good to see your alive." And then with that he walked down the stairs. I felt strange that my father had seen me like this, but also kinda shocked that he didn't freak out at what I looked like. For years, he had pushed me to play sports, made fun of me for how feminine I looked. I went back in my room and found some sweat pants, and excited to get some food I ran down the stairs and got one of my first lessons of having large breasts: don't run unless you have support. I sat down and ate some cereal and then ran upstairs almost excited to get to school. I found a pair of jeans and threw them on and then put on a bra with only a few complications. I searched through my clothes, and eventually settled on a tee shirt (not really ready to get too feminine). I got my things and went out the door only to come face to face with a girl that I knew vaguely from school. She was attractive, but somewhat boyish. I had never had a girlfriend, so I would have loved for someone like this to have had interest in me, and now she was clearly showing interest in me. Without a pause, she kissed me, and then turned as if to walk to her car. "You comin' baby? I need to get to school early." We made small chit chat on the way to school, me being as awkward as always. We pulled into the senior lot and she parked. I was more shocked that I was dating a senior than anything else, and as she turned off the ignition, she turned to me and before I knew it, she had her hand on my right breast and started kissing me passionately. Mid kiss, she pushed her hand between my legs and instinctively, as her tongue bounced around in my mouth, she pushed hard against my pussy and rubbed as best she could through my jeans. In seconds I was wet, and then she stopped. "Ok baby. I gotta run to my class, but my parents won't be home to late tonight. Wanna come over for a while after school?" She smiled. All I could think about were her fingers on my vagina, but before I could even respond, she was gone. I made it through the first three periods without noticing anything, my mind still stuck on that feeling of her hand against my jeans, but I was jarred from my fantasy world with Ben Harrison's intentional brush against my chest in the hallway on the way to forth period. I snapped my neck to see who it was when I felt the deliberate push into my breast but only caught a smirk from him as he made his way to his next class. Over the rest of the day I began to understand my position at school. Nothing seemed to remain from my past life. My name was the same and people clearly saw me as a freak, but the nature of my "freakdom" made me attractive to men and intrigued the girls. I even noticed how the teachers stared at my chest. There was a difference between myself and the girls. It seemed that everyone wanted to pay me attention when other people weren't looking. They stared when others didn't know they were looking, made more direct approaches when their friends weren't around. It appeared I had the same status as the easy girls that weren't so attractive: everyone wanted to fuck them, but they didn't measure up to the social standard to ya had to do it in the dark. Jenny wasn't like the rest. I waited by her car after the last bell, and after about five minutes of standing there watching people watch me as they made their way to their cars, she walked out with a group of girls. She stopped short of the car and said something to them and they all laughed, and then finished with her friends she rushed me and through her arms around me. With a quick kiss we were in her car and heading toward her house. The entire thing was intoxicating. I had never had anyone be attracted to me. I had never been the center of attention. At the first stop light her hand was on my thigh, but the second she had grabbed my hand and put it between her legs. I could feel how wet she was. With her hand on top of mine, she pushed my hand hard against her in a circular motion. As she pushed my hand against her, she grew wetter until I could feel more than a dampness. I could smell her pussy in the car. Her breath increased; she pushed harder against my hand, and then we were at her house. She threw the car in park and opened the door quickly, and in seconds was at the door. She looked back at me and told me to hurry it up, and following her orders I made my way to and through the front door. As soon as I closed the door, she attacked me. She kissed me and pushed me against the door. She pulled back to get enough room to grab both my breasts hard and pull me to the wall, forcing me back again. She withdrew and squeezed my left tit hard, and dropping her left hand from my breast, she cupped my vagina through my jeans and pushed her fingers into me as much as was possible. As I opened my mouth with a gasp at the pleasure that shot through my body, she thrust her tongue into my mouth, and with that she owned me. Both her hands left my body as we kissed but within seconds were pulling my shirt up. Our lips broke only to get my shirt over my head, and then without me even feeling it, she unhooked my bra and pulled the straps off my shoulders and down my arms. Once she dropped my bra, she grabbed both my tits and pushed them together and dropped her head to my nipples. When she first took my hardened nipple in her mouth, lightly rolling it between her teeth, my head fell back. Electricity shot through my body. It was hard to control my breath. My knees went weak, but I didn't have to try and keep myself up. She let go of my tits which caused a quick shot of pain, and then grabbing my head, she pushed me down to my knees and pulled my head into her crotch. Her smell was intoxicating. "Pull my panties down and eat my cunt." Her order made me quiver. I pulled her panties down and kissed her pussy, but she grabbed my head and seemingly tried to pull my entire head into her. I had never seen a vagina before, let alone tasted it. I had no idea what to do, but it didn't seem to phase her. She controlled my head with both her hands. She bend her knee and pushed them out to provide me space, and then when it was clear I couldn't get the right angle, she walked forward a bit, forcing me to crouch down further and bend my head back. She began grinding my head on her pussy, my tongue doing less work that the simple friction of my face rubbing up and down her soaked slit. Even that seemed not to be enough. She 'dismounted' my face, and grabbing my arm, she pulled me to the stairs, sat down on the third step, and pulled my head back in place. This seemed to be where she reached her stride. I was much more comfortable this way, and she was the one that was rewarded. Her moans got louder and closer together, and when her hands left my head and began tracing her sides and squeezing her own nipples, I knew she was close without really knowing what "close" meant. Then it happened. Her back arched and she pulled herself from my mouth. Her vagina shot into the air, and I heard her knees crack. At the same time her arms shot to the side in an attempt to brace herself against the walls. At the zenith of her body's movement and the volume of her orgasmic scream, her pussy erupted, shooting a stream of fluid from her cunt that went into the air, and just as quickly as she had exploded, she grabbed her pussy rubbing it to another orgasm and numerous shots of her fluid. When she seemed done with herself, she grabbed my head once more (as I sat there in amazement) and pulled it to her pussy and ordered me to lick her clean. She quivered as I complied, her whole body shaking quickly when I flicked what I would learn was her clit. Eventually she was done. She pulled me to her face by my head, and kissed my lips with love and compassion; however, that didn't last. As soon as she tasted herself, she sucked on my lips and then licked my face. She worked herself up a step and then another, and then stood. She grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs and into her bedroom. Once at the foot of her bed, she spun me around and then pushed me back onto the bed, my chest flopping with the force, giggling on my chest and eventually pancaking out. My tits shifted back towards my face as she lifted my legs and pulled my jeans off, tossing them to the side and then pulling my panties off. She pushed me forward, and I walked myself up the bed. When I could go no further, she attacked my pussy. At first, as she lapped up my flowing juices, she used her hands to hold my thighs, but as I melted into the bed and my body went completely limp, she pushed her hands to my chest and kneaded my tits. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life. When she ran her tongue up the folds of my vagina the feeling was relaxing and wonderful, but when she found my clit and flicked it with her tongue it was like she was turning electricity on and off, the shocks of pleasure almost being too violent to have a prolonged enjoyable experience, but as her hands settled in on my chest, so too her tongue settled in on my clit and the prolonged pressure and motion of her tongue on my clit provided a constant wave of tense pleasure to move through my body. The feelings that shot through me began to build in intensity, with a pressure and almost frustration building up inside me. She went harder and faster with her tongue, but it was when she pushed a finger in me and then began rubbing the inner walls of my vagina that I lost control. I didn't know what was happening. All the frustration that had been building caused my body to completely constrict with the tightest muscles being those of my vagina. I couldn't breath or control my movement, and then as if it happened in slow motion, as if I could single out the one single movement of her tongue that did it, the single flick of my clit that sent me over the edge was the most intense moment of my life. Everything released. Sound from my throat, liquid from my vagina, tenseness of my muscles: all exploded. The pleasure erupted inside me and shot through my arms and legs and felt as if they entered my soul. I writhed and twitched on the bed, all the while, she gripped my thighs and held on, licking and sucking on my clit. The wave continued, ebbing and flowing like a river, lasting for what seemed like an eternity. I tried to push her away, but she fought me. I couldn't take it anymore. My body was so sensitive that a simple lick caused my body to shake. She stopped her mouth and released her grip on me, so I relaxed, only to have her swing around suddenly and practically sit on my face. Her wet snatch rested firmly on my face and as she leaned down and put her mouth back on my pussy I screamed into her opening. Her legs pinned my arms. She held my legs in place with her hands. I tried to throw her off me by bucking. The pressure built faster and faster, this time more intense. I couldn't contain myself. I thought I was pee all over her. I felt like my head would explode. I couldn't concentrate on eating her and didn't try. My face was merely a resting place for her vagina. Then like the first time my body constricted and then released all, this time feeling liquid shoot out of my body. I screamed. My body bucked, and unlike the first time I came, this time I felt like everything had been drained from my body. I felt dead, and she knew it. She rolled off me, turned herself around, and gently rather than sexually, began caressing my chest as she laid her head on upper arm and resting on her side looking up at me. "That was amazing," I said to her through my attempts at catching my breath. "Yes it was. Too bad I can't fuck you." I let the comment pass in my post orgasmic state, but then looked down at her. "What do you mean fuck me?" "Don't be angry. I'm just saying I would love to know what it would be like to actually fuck you like a man would. Would love to see your body move while you were getting' it deep." She started laughing, then after a few seconds of silence, she dropped her gaze from me and said, "you know I wasn't always with girls. You don't understand how great a dick can feel. Just too bad they are connected to men." We both looked at each other and laughed. We lay there for a few minutes, and then she got up and left the room. She came back a few minutes later with a glass of water and our clothes that we had discarded on the front steps. "Don't think mom would like that too much." "Does it smell down there? This whole room reeks of vagina." She didn't say anything, but then our eyes met and we both starting cracking up. I stood up and grabbed my bra from her and started to hook the clasps on my stomach when she came to me and put her arms around me, forcing me to drop my bra and accept her loving kiss. "I really do love you. It was like you were made for me." I got dressed and we sat on the couch and watched television until her mother got home. We watched as she tried to figure out what the febreeze was covering, and giggled in each other's arms as she walked up the stairs and called down and asked us if we wanted pizza for dinner. That's when I took a moment and let the moment sink in. I had never been loved like I was at that moment, never had anyone pay me any attention. "Where you serious?" I asked. She looked at me slightly confused. "About?" "About fucking me," I said slightly embarrassed. She smiled, looked at the stairs as if to check if her mother was there and then reached over and pinched my nipple. "Is someone feeling a little horny?" "Stop that." I slapped her hand away. "Baby, if I had a penis, I would fuck you morning, afternoon, and night." "Then will you do something for me?" She looked at me. "Sure baby, what?" "I want you to go to bed early tomorrow evening and wear what I give you to wear. I have some sleeping pills at home that will help you sleep. I know that's strange to ask, but will you do that for me." She leaned over and kissed me, examined the stairs again, and then put her hand on my crotch, "only if I can have this all day Saturday." "It's a deal." The rest of the night went on and should have been one of the best nights of my life, but all I could think about was getting home. As soon as I could break away, I told her I had to get home and get something ready for her. She reluctantly agreed and took me home, taking a little break in the parking lot of Walmart to make out. When I got home, I thanked mom for all her help, told her Jenny and I were great, and ran up to my room. I started immediately. I was sculpting my ideal man. I knew all the guys backwards and forwards. The only problem I would have would be the rock, but I would deal with that later. I cut up everything as I had for myself, and put it back together to give myself what I wanted. After I was I was finished I laid it beside mine. Tomorrow everything would be different. I skipped school, and instead of meeting Jenny at her car, I walked to her house, got in through the back door, and waited for her naked in bed. She had told me her mom was traveling, so we would be alone. I knew that the girls met up before the football game and often did the unspeakable deed of blowing the football guys right before the game. My plan was to be dressed and drugged before any activities began. At some point I fell asleep only to be woken by a kiss on my forehead. I opened my eyes and smiled at the sight of her. "No what do we have here? Waiting on someone important?" I stretched and then sat up, my body moving in ways I still had not yet gotten use to. I grabbed my breasts and lifted them off my stomach, "god these things just won't cooperate." "But they were so perfect." She smiled and sat next to me. I thought about how in a little while, if all went well, she would no longer be my 'girlfriend' and I wondered if she would understand the transformation. I put my hand on her thigh, but she interrupted before I could even get words out. "Now don't get all serious on me or I'll think this is some weird suicide pact. So what do you want me to do?" "You trust me don't you?" "Sure, but this is beyond weird. Can you at least tell me what this is all about?" "If I told you you wouldn't believe me and then you wouldn't do it. Can we simply just go with the deal we made yesterday? You do this and you can have you know what all day tomorrow?" She smiled and then kissed me. "What do you want me to do?" I explained what we would need to do, and after she asked if we could wait until she got tired, I politely explained that this was a timed thing and that we needed to get dressed as soon as possible. I kept looking at the clock, knowing that it wouldn't be too long until the players were gathered in the locker room. I didn't want to take the chance that we might miss the happenings behind the gym. I gave her four Tylenol PMs and helped her into her suit I had made, got into mine, and then kissed her and rubbed her chest as we drifted off to sleep. I knew I had changed when I woke up. I felt the hair. I crawled out of bed and looked at the clock. It was 4 in the morning. I got out of the suit and walked to the bathroom. When I flicked on the light I was scared for a second, not use to the stranger looking me in the eyes. She had blond hair right at shoulder length, deep blue eyes, and extremely beautiful features. Evidently all the girls had whored it up. When I looked lower than my new face, I panicked. My chest had not changed. I had swapped out the clothing so perhaps I would have a normal chest, but evidently it hadn't worked, and it could only mean one thing. My hair had changed, so it had to be that I couldn't change once changed, but then as I looked myself over, everything seemed alright. I felt normal, at home. I turned and looked at the bathroom door, thinking about what I would face when I went back into the bedroom. I knew she had changed because my hair had changed, and if she acted enough to give me blond hair, I knew what she had between her legs. I walked back into the room and saw her form lit with the moonlight coming in through the window. She was still fast asleep.