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Chapter 2: Friday's Discoveries
After a very peculiar, albeit restful night's sleep, I rolled out of bed
like always and made my way toward the bathroom. One swat at the wall
turned on the lights. Down went the panties, followed by my plump,
rounded ass onto the toilet seat. For the briefest of moments, it
occurred to me that there was something a little off about me sitting to
go pee, but I quickly dismissed this thought as the stream of urine
blasted from between my legs, straight down into the toilet. I wiped,
pulled up my panties, flushed, washed my hands, and left the bathroom,
all without glancing once at the mirror.
I've never been much of a morning person, probably never will be either.
Michelle (my wife) however, now she's another story altogether. She
greeted me with her usual morning kiss on the lips. I'm always thankful
for that because the brief sexual charge helps me wake up. Short of that,
it can take up to an hour before I'm fully awake and ready to start my
day. So there we were, two ladies in only bras and panties, trying to
figure out what we were going to wear. One of us was wide awake and
blissfully unaware of there being anything different from yesterday. The
other was still half asleep and equally unaware of any changes, despite
all of the obvious cues.
Michelle picked up a red bra with a solid bottom and floral lace top to
cover her 41F bust line as well as a matching bikini-cut panty for her
underwear. For her outfit, she chose a pair of hip-hugger jeans, a red
racer-back cami, and a white short-sleeve bottom tie shrug. It always
seemed that she dressed for a balance between tactfulness and immodesty
when it came to her ample cleavage. Moments later, she was in the shower
while I was till dragging through my dresser drawer trying to decide what
to wear in my half-asleep state.
It didn't help at all that I kept getting the nagging impression that
despite the familiarity I had with the items in my underwear drawer, the
collection of bras, panties, hosiery, and assorted lingerie all looked
foreign. Once again ignoring the feeling, I picked out a black lace demi-
bra and a matching boy-cut panty. By the time I had retrieved a pair of
low rider denim shorts and a slim white tank that stopped at my hips,
Michelle was out of the shower, dried, dressed, and in the kitchen making
breakfast. I remember thinking "Either she's exceptionally fast or..."
then turning to look at the clock: 6:41AM. As I had guessed, 40 minutes
had passed since I first got up.
I dragged my still somewhat sleepy self into the bathroom to take a
shower. Once the water came up to temp, I took off my bra and panty from
last night, I wondered why I didn't remember putting those on. Once again
I dismissed the confusing feelings as just memories lost due to not being
fully awake first thing in the morning. The shower was invigorating. The
warmth of the water from the shower and the texture of the soapy loofa
made my skin just tingle all over. The sensation was almost erotic.
Washing my hair proved to be a bit more of a drag. It's length made
washing, rinsing, and conditioning it properly a bit more cumbersome than
I liked. Yet I had no intention of cutting it. It took too long to grow
it to this length.
And again it hit me, that feeling that something was off. It felt as if I
didn't remember growing my hair out this long, or having such a delicious
body, or even... being female. Yet here I was. I could remember my entire
life story, no inconsistencies, no missing information. Even the
emotional content was there. So where exactly were these odd feelings
coming from? I was finally awake enough to start questioning what I was
feeling as I stepped out of the shower and toweled off.
I opened the door to the bathroom to vent the steam. It's pretty
difficult to dry your hair in a high humidity area. As the steam cleared
from the room, I stood in front of the still foggy mirror and reviewed
what I knew. "My name is Shawna Alexis Matthews. I'm bisexual. I live
here with my life-partner Michelle and her 2 children. Last night while
coming from work, I stopped at a weird little magic shop and purchased a
ring that should now be on my right pinky." I looked down at my right
hand but was disappointed to find no ring. Confused as to why I would
have a ring from a magic shop on my right pinky, I decided to try again.
"My name is Shaw.... Shaw....... Sean?!" By this time the mirror had
cleared. I looked up and saw my male reflection in the mirror, screamed,
then passed out.
I awoke to see both Michelle and Liam (her son) standing over me looking
terribly worried. I could hear baby Anna in the living room crying,
probably startled by my scream and her mother's reaction.
"Are you alright Shawna? I heard you scream, then a loud thud. When I
looked to where the thud came from, I saw your head laying on the floor
outside the bathroom door. What happened?" Michelle was visibly shaken
and on edge.
"I'm fine honey." I pulled her head to mine and gave her a soft kiss on
the lips and another on her forehead to calm her down. "I just let my
imagination get the better of me, that's all. I ended up scaring myself
when I looked in the mirror. I guess I'd better dry my hair before I look
in the mirror next time. The Medusa look could be hazardous to my
health!" I let out a dry giggle.
"Well, I was kind of hoping that your little bump on the head might have
improved your jokes. But... oh well." She said, smiling sheepishly as she
helped me up from the floor.
"I'd better hurry up and comb this out or I really will have Medusa
hair!" I hugged Liam and gave him a kiss on the cheek, whispering "thank
you, my little hero" into his ear. He grinned from ear to ear as he made
his way back to his little sister in the living room.
Fortunately, I was only out for a couple of minutes and still had time to
properly dry and oil my hair. I looked in the mirror once more, but all I
saw was Shawna. I stood back and took stock of myself, finally
remembering what was going on, finally recalling myself as Sean,
remembering that this life as Shawna was the ring's response to my
request as Sean.
"It's about time you remembered. I've been trying to get your attention
since you got up this morning."
"So all those weird feelings were you?"
"Yes. Man! When I'm sleepy, nothing gets through right. Looks like you
got stuck with it too."
I giggled a little at that. "Don't worry Sean, I remember the deal. I'll
release the transformation Sunday night after the wife and kids have gone
to bed." I was fully aware of who I was and what I wanted to do now. Sean
faded into the background in my mind as I got dressed for the day. I
blushed a little when the thought finally crossed my mind that I had just
hugged Liam to my naked breast. "No wonder he had such a wide grin on his
face."
I stepped out of the bathroom and made my way up the hall. Now aware of
myself as Sean, I could feel everything in two different ways. From the
point of view of Shawna, nothing seemed any different than Sean felt as
Sean. However, from Sean's point of view, things were radically
different. If Sean had a separate body but felt everything from Shawna's,
between the feel of the clothes lightly brushing against her soft, smooth
skin, the weight of her present, but not over-abundant breasts, the
pendulum-like rhythmic swing of her hips, and that "I'm missing
something; please provide" feeling between her legs that's been becoming
more noticeable to him with every step, well Sean would probably have
already had an orgasm by now. Shawna, however, seems to remember growing
up with this luscious body and growing into these wondrous curves and
doesn't even notice them. It's not like she doesn't know how to flaunt
them when she wants to though.
It's kind of funny thinking about it now. When I have spent time as Sean,
I have thought of myself as Sean and Shawna was just an imaginary person
in the back of my mind. When I spent time as Shawna, Sean was the
imaginary one. I've never experienced any kind of discontinuity of self
or any feeling like I wasn't in total control of my actions. I've always
just felt like the me that was the current body. Yet somehow, I can think
of both Sean and Shawna as two distinctly different people, separate from
myself, but both still me. It's almost as if they are costumes that I put
on. Sometimes I wondered if I developed a bit of schizophrenia behind all
of this.
As I sat down to a breakfast of turkey bacon, eggs, and toast, I thought
about how fortuitous it was that I was able to take Friday off. I and my
team had just completed a 6 month long project and was given the day off
to get some R&R before beginning the release cycle.
"So this is your reward for a job well done?" Michelle said between
swallowing and lifting the next forkful of food from her plate.
"Yeah. It feels good to have a day off after such a long grind."
"Do you have any plans for today?"
Sean cringed a bit when he heard that question. That one usually means
she had things she wanted to get done but refused to do them without
dragging him along for the ride. However, I didn't mind. I figured
anything I do as Shawna would count as a learning experience. Besides,
with these comparatively weak and slender arms, I didn't believe myself
anywhere near capable of the workloads Sean could do with ease, and I
figured Michelle would be well aware of this. "Nope. No plans. You got
anything in mind?"
Michelle stood up and carried her plate to the sink, smiling and saying,
"I might. I'll tell you when I get back from dropping the kids off at
daycare. Promise me you won't make any plans until I get back?
I simply nodded, focused more on my breakfast than what she was asking. I
amazed me how much faster I was getting full than was normally the case
for Sean. "I guess I'll have to be careful about how much I eat" I mused.
Michelle was almost done washing the dishes when I finished my breakfast.
I placed my plate and fork in the soapy water, hugged Michelle from
behind and thanked her for breakfast by nibbling on her earlobe and
kissing her on her cheek and neck. She cooed as she stopped to enjoy the
sensation. A quick wash and rinse of the last two dishes and we both
found ourselves working to get the children ready for daycare.
I spent my time collecting the daily supplies Anna needed: milk, juice,
food, diapers, wipes, 2 changes of clothes, skin oil. Michelle had
already dressed Anna and was busy working on her hair. Liam was sent to
his room to dress in a pair of light blue denim shorts and a pale green
short sleeve polo shirt. With three quick kisses, my lover and her
children were out the door and on their way to the daycare center.
"My lover?" It hadn't occurred to me until now that the adjustments
needed to keep her and I together meant that she and I were not married.
We weren't living in one of the few states that allows this. That really
didn't matter that much to me. Both Shawna and Sean were madly in love
with Michelle. I wouldn't have it any other way. Looking down at the back
of my left hand, I couldn't help but giggle over the thought of seeing
Sean's size 13 wedding band on my barely size 7 ring finger.
Sean chuckled, "You're doing it you know."
"What?"
"Looking at the back of your hand, arm extended, fingers spread... a
classic female gesture."
"...And?" I huffed, slightly annoyed that he found my actions funny. "I
AM a girl, right? What's so funny about it?"
"Oh calm down. I'm just marveling at all the little details I've packed
into you. At the same time, it kind of bugs me a bit that most of what is
your behavior comes from those parts of me that I've suppressed."
"Look at it this way, Sean. As me, you get to be as girly and feminine as
you want and no one will say a single thing about it." I giggled a
little.
I'd hit the nail on the head. In this body, I didn't need to hide those
little, oddly feminine quirks in my behavior. They were perfectly at home
and normal in this body. Maybe that's the reason I felt so comfortable in
her skin. An old question from back when I was pretending to be Shawna in
IRC came back to my mind. "Could it be that I'm a transgendered person
who's simply adapted well to her male skin?" I dismissed the thought once
again. After all, "if I'm comfortable in either skin, what does it matter
which one I'm wearing?" On that note, I decided to go back in to the
bedroom and get a better look at my new body.
Looking down at my figure from the top, it made perfect sense why women
invested in full-length mirrors. There's no way to see your whole body if
you've got a decent pair of breasts occluding your view. Sure enough, my
C cups were doing exactly that. Realizing this, I imagined what it must
be like as Michelle, her F cups effectively doubling her body depth. The
thought occurred to me that I could cancel this transformation and try
her body on for a minute. But I dismissed that thought. It would have put
a damper on my plans if Michelle were to walk in and find her
doppelganger. I did however, admit to myself about how curious I was
about how the magic would choose to resolve the related issues.
As I walked over to the tri-fold wardrobe mirror, the roll and sway of my
hips was the first thing to catch my attention. Even without heels on, it
was that kind of switch that made men say things like "I hate to see you
go, but I love to watch you walk away." Lifting lightly on the balls of
my feet and turning to the side, my round hips slowly gave way to a pair
of matching onion bulbs tightly packed into the seat of my jean shorts. I
had a little fun striking various poses, initially just to check myself
out, but increasingly sexily. The sight of this young, soft, smooth,
curvy body was making Sean feel amorous.
I wasn't that far behind either. Within moments , I found myself sitting
on the corner of the bed giving myself a slow, sensuous breast massage
through my tank and bra. I never took my eyes off the mirrors. The
combination of feeling the soft yet firm nature of my own breasts in my
hands while at the same time getting those wonderfully spine-chilling
shivers as my palms brushed over my hardening nipples was more than
enough to make the whole world melt away in minutes. For me, it was as
though Sean were sitting behind me and enjoying himself as he massaged my
breasts.
A foreign but familiar tension was growing between my legs. It felt so
very different from the usual aching stiffness that was Sean's normal
reaction to eroticism. In a mindless attempt to alleviate the tension, my
right hand wandered down my abdomen, opening my shorts, under the
panties, past the neatly trimmed quaff of pubes to my crotch. Then I let
out a gasp and shuddered as my fingers found that most marvelously
sensitive little nub, apparently already sensitized by the action my
breasts were getting.
I laid back on the bed, slipped my left arm up under my tank, un-cupped
my left breast and began playing with my nipple more earnestly, even
while my right hand continued driving me to distraction by playing with
my clit. I must have been quite thoroughly distracted by this point
because I failed to notice Michelle standing in the bedroom doorway
slowly caressing herself while watching me. I didn't notice her walk over
to me and free my right nipple as well until I felt the suddenly cool,
then warm sensation of her tongue caressing it. This little bout of self
exploration had become a round of lesbian love making, and with the way I
was feeling, there was no way I was going to ruin the mood by letting the
shock of her sudden appearance show through.
An hour later, we were both laying on the bed exhausted and enjoying the
afterglow of what was for me an amazing and enlightening sex session.
Michelle did things to me that Sean would never have considered that a
woman could enjoy. I, of course, returned the favor each time and learned
a lot more about what my lady love enjoys in the sack. "Sean is
definitely going to be trying out a few of them when he gets the chance",
I thought to myself.
"So, did that help you relax a little? You must have been really stressed
out to scare yourself into fainting just by looking in the mirror." I
could see the worry in Michelle's eyes, despite the satisfied smile on
her face and tone in her voice. "I can't say that I've ever seen you
faint before now."
"Oh come on," I replied. "You've made me pass out in this bed plenty of
times before."
"But those times were from exhaustion. You passed out in the bathroom
after you got out of the shower. Unless you were enjoying yourself a
little too much in the shower, I don't think its the same reason."
She was right of course, but that's what magic and girls have in common.
Both carry secrets that they'll never tell. "Well, I guess you're right.
I have been working pretty hard lately. I must be more in need of some
rest and relaxation than I thought."
Michelle propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at me with a
coquettish smile. "How about a girls-only weekend? With a little bit of
coaxing, I can get Kirk to take care of the children while we're gone."
The wink she gave just before the word "coaxing" let me know exactly what
kind of coaxing she intended to use. "And I suppose you'll be wanting my
help with that coaxing?"
"Oh, but of course! It wouldn't do for you to not take full advantage of
every event in this R&R weekend."
"She's not honestly talking about a threesome with another guy is she?"
Sean instantly chimed in after hearing Michelle's plan.
"Shut up and just enjoy the ride, Sean. And what do you mean 'with
another guy'? I'm all girl, buddy. Besides, didn't you want to experience
everything about being a girl? With the way things are, the only
experiences I don't think you're going to get to have are periods and
child-birth." I had to make Sean settle down quickly. I also had to be
careful not to speak aloud. I didn't want a delay in my response to make
Michelle think I wasn't up to her plan. Fortunately for me, Sean faded
back to his observation post.
I leaned up and kissed Michelle on the lips. "So, when do the festivities
begin?"
"I've already invited him over. He said he'll be coming by after work. So
he should get here around 6pm. That gives us just enough time to go visit
the salon and get the full treatment, and do a little bit shopping of
course."
I glanced over at the clock and noticed it was almost 9am. Sean had taken
Michelle on salon and shopping runs before. It wasn't uncommon for a full
8 hour day to vanish into one of those runs. I wondered how much I was
going to enjoy this, being pampered at the salon, then going to store
after store trying to find things I wanted to wear. I certainly hoped
that I could enjoy it as a girl more than Sean did as a guy.
We quickly got dressed, fixed our makeup, straightened our love-matted
hair and ran out the door, all the while talking and giggling about the
events to come in the days ahead. I remember Sean thinking to himself,
"So this is girl-talk. Hmmm. Not that much different from guy talk. So
then why all the secrecy when guys are around?" It wasn't so much that he
didn't understand girls reasons for being secretive about their
conversations, but rather that he felt things would be a lot less
confusing if girls and guys could and would talk to each other openly
without the gender-party lines.
When we arrived at Michelle's favorite mall, several stories about how
the SRU shop tended to show up in places like this popped into my head.
Sure enough, as we stepped passed the second set of doors and into the
main corridor of the mall, it was there on the right, 3 stores down from
where we entered. As we walked, I saw someone leave the shop with a
package. In mere seconds, the SRU shop faded away, leaving behind a
Hallmark Build-a-Bear Workshop. I put my hand to my chest and let out a
little sigh of relief as Michelle led me to her favorite little salon and
day-spa.
We were greeted by the owner, Adrianna, who seemed all too keen to help
out when Michelle told her about our plans for the weekend. I honestly
think she would have invited Adrianna along if she didn't already know
Adrianna worked the salon herself Friday-Monday. Adrianna believed those
to be the most important days of the week since most people wanted to
look good on what was typically club night (Friday), date night
(Saturday), church (Sunday), and the first day back at work (Monday).
Within moments, we were both in rooms having all of the tension massaged
out of our bodies. I don't think I can recall a time when I was more
relaxed than I was immediately after that massage. An hour later, we were
in chairs receiving manicures and pedicures. When those were completed,
Adrianna gave us both her personal assistance by relaxing trimming and
styling our hair. When she finished, we were visited by the makeup
artist, who gave us each a stunningly alluring makeup job that looked so
close to natural that I had difficulty seeing where I had makeup on, even
though the face I saw in the mirror looked so much different from my
makeup-less face.
I felt a little bit jealous of that makeup artist. I wished that I had
more skill in that department. Sadly, what skill I did have came from
Sean's early forays into becoming more like Shawna before realizing how
far he had let it go and backing off. He had become somewhat adept at
making his face convincingly feminine without overdoing it. The few times
he took a photo of himself in that state, he looked passably like a young
woman with a little makeup on. Of course, he destroyed all that evidence
when he decided he had gone to far. Now here I was, a full grown woman
with only as much makeup skill as a teen-age boy could learn in a few
short months. The memories of being a girl helped, but somehow, I still
seemed to lack the muscle memory. Good thing Sean learned how to walk in
heels properly.
When the makeup was complete, we decided to grab a bite to eat. While
eating, Michelle and I talked about our experience in the salon today. We
both seemed to have a good time. I wasn't surprised at Michelle enjoying
this since it was part of her monthly routine, but both Sean and I found
it interesting how much I enjoyed it. We both thought that if we were to
be stuck as Shawna, then we'd make this part of our routine as well. By
the time we finished lunch, it was already 1:30pm, and we still had
shopping to do.
We spent the next 3 hours shopping, chatting, and generally having a good
time with each other. All at once, Sean understood both why girls liked
to shop, and why they think dragging their men along to shop would be
similarly fun. Sadly, mens variety and use for clothes just doesn't vary
nearly as much as for women, so it was no great wonder to Sean why men
don't enjoy shopping as much as women do. Several pairs of high heels,
some risqu? lingerie, and a few sexy outfits later, we were on our way
out of the mall to pick up Liam and Anna.
When we got home, Michelle started in on dinner while I set the kids up
to play so I could pack for our 2 day excursion. Of course, most of the
newly purchased items got packed, along with the standard compliment of
makeup, grooming supplies, hygiene supplies, lingerie, sleepwear,
clothes, and shoes that a woman normally takes with her when she goes on
a trip. If you ever wonder why beautiful women need so many bags, even
when on a short trip, consider how much effort goes in to making her look
that good. A girl mush have her supplies if she is to keep up
appearances.
By the time the doorbell rang, Michelle had finished cooking, I had
finished packing for the two of us, and we had both changed, donning some
of our newly acquired lingerie under some rather inconspicuous blouse and
skirt sets... with 5" platform heels of course. I remember years ago
asking Michelle how she could walk around in heels like that comfortably
all the time. Her reply was simple. "I just trust the heel to do its
job." As it turns out, as long as you remember not to bring your toes up
so far that you risk breaking the heel (think about the width of the tip
vs. the width of the base), then they do a fairly good job supporting the
portion of your body weight that lands on them. As long as the shoe holds
your foot snuggly to the sole, and you trust your heels, normal walking
isn't that difficult.
Michelle opened the door and let Kirk in. After a light greeting, all 5
of us sat down to dinner and a somewhat lively conversation about the
day's events. Around 7:30pm, Anna started showing signs of fatigue. I
picked her up and kissed her, shuttling her off to the bathroom to give
her a nice warm bath before bedtime. By the time I finished bathing,
lotioning, oiling, diapering, dressing, and tucking her into her crib for
the night, Michelle had already bathed, lotioned, dressed, and given a
bedtime story to Liam. We glanced at each other, giving each other a
knowing smile about the next event in our grand weekend.
By the time we reached him, Kirk had made his way to the living room
couch. When he saw us coming around the corner from the children's
hallway, he asked "Alright ladies, what do you have in mind. I know you
didn't call me up here just for dinner."
"Well, Kirk, we'd like for you to watch the children for us this weekend.
It's been a while since Shawna's been able to get a decent break from
work, and I intend to see that she's fully refreshed before going back on
Monday. Do you think you could do that for us? Please?" Michelle was
using sweetest voice. Any more sugar and Kirk's teeth would have rotted
out just from the sound.
"Hmph. We've been friends for how long now Michelle? You know I don't
like doing favors for anyone. I don't like to owe people, and I don't
like for people to owe me. So, what do I get out of this?"
"We could pay you," I said in a very tongue in cheek fashion.
"Your money's no good here, cutie. Got any other ideas?" His grin was so
wide it looked like his mouth threatened to sever his head from his jaw.
Michelle and I both looked at each other, smiled, nodded and proceeded to
disrobe. The point of wearing simple skirts and blouses was so that we
could undress quickly in front of Kirk and give him a pleasant sudden
surprize. Within 2 seconds, our clothes were on the floor around our
ankles, giving Kirk a full view of our matching lingerie sets. Michelle
was wearing a red set with a lace, open nipple bra, leather and lace
under bust corset with garter, red g-string panties, sheer red stockings,
and a pair of 5" red platform sandals. I was dressed similarly but in
black. We both strolled seductively over to the couch and sat beside him,
being sure to turn and sandwich him between our busts.
"We might have other payment options, if you think we will be enough,"
Michelle said.
As if his quickly rising member wasn't approval enough, "I think we have
a deal, ladies."
With that, we made our way to the bedroom and had what I must say was the
wildest ride I've ever taken, male or female. When it comes to the
pleasures of sex, I'm now a firm believer that women get the better end
of the deal. However, I also think that's only fair since women also get
the worst of the side effects: periods, pregnancy, menopause, hot
flashes, etc... Where I'm concerned, the jury is still out on whether or
not that ridiculous potential for pleasure can make up for the
difficulties that come along with it.
I still have so much more to tell though. While I'm not going to go into
all of the freaky things Michelle and I did to Kirk (and all that he did
to us as well), I will tell you that this night was the last time during
my weekend as Shawna that I heard from Sean. As the 3 of us played
together, Sean kept telling me how strange it was to feel someone inside
him. When the strongest of the climaxes washed over me, Sean must have
felt it to, because I could hear him screaming in pleasure as loud as I
was doing... at least at the beginning. Sean's orgasmic scream, though no
less intense, faded out. Being in the throws of passion at the time, I
really didn't pay it much attention. After several hours and more orgasms
than I normally experienced as Sean in a month, I passed out.
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