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Wednesday. So there I was. Standing there in my kitchen, staring across the countertop, looking at what HAD to be a real, honest-to-god genie. I mean, despite everything that my head told me was possible, or IMpossible, a freaking humanoid body had just appeared out of nowhere. I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't under some kind of spell. It was just... there. All I had done was start cleaning an old, tarnished, silver jewelry box I had found in the basement when all hell had broken loose, ending at the present moment. Why did I think she was a genie? Well, from the combination of what I had just seen and how she was dressed, it was pretty clear. My first thoughts were how strange it was that she looked so much like the depictions one often saw in books or on TV. I guess all of that mythology was based on a good amount of fact. No, she didn't look like Barbara Eden from "I Dream of Genie", or even the DirectTV girl. But she was darned cute. Long dark hair, nice curvaceous body, and a face anyone could love. "So, Lenny, what will it be?" she said to me. Her tone of voice indicated happiness, playfulness, and what sounded like a wee bit of mischief. "You'll forgive me if I find this a little unbelievable?" I said with a chuckle. "Entirely normal. We have been around for uncountable centuries, and each time we emerge we always seem to encounter a totally different attitude towards our appearance." "Are there more than one of you in there?" "Oh, no! I just meant 'we' as a species. But we also do refer to ourselves that way, even when *I* am just referring to myself. Sorry if that's a little confusing." "Well I'd say that's about the LEAST confusing thing going on here!" She giggled and seemed to appreciate my attitude. My scientific side was starting to get very curious about this once in a lifetime opportunity. "Can you tell me more about you and your 'species'?" "Yes, we could. But that's not how this works. Our task here is to help you with something you need or want, and then we return to our realm." "You mean in that little box?" "Well, it might look like a little box to you, but it's really a portal to our realm. When you summoned me it acted to transport us here to you." "There's really so much us humans don't know, isn't there?" "You have no idea." She gave a cute little smile and proceeded, "So, again, Lenny, what can we do for you?" "Wow, I just don't know where to begin!" I said. "Money... power... it's just not something that pops right out of my head!" "That's understandable." She paused briefly. "May we touch you for a moment?" I didn't see why not, so I nodded my head. She stepped over and lightly placed her finger on my forehead, then closed her eyes. I watched her intently, and I could see her eyes darting back and forth beneath the lids, almost like she was in REM sleep mode. I also saw her lips move a little... as though something she was seeing was amusing to her. Then she removed her finger and opened her eyes as she backed away from me. "Thank you for allowing us to delve into your mind. If you are interested, we can tell you what it is you desire most of all." Of course I was stunned. I didn't realize that that's what she intended to do, but then I realized that she probably felt she was performing me a service. I also realized that if I was honest with myself, I KNEW what it was I wanted. "OK... hit me!" "Her name is Sarah, isn't it?" she said as she gave a coy little smile. She had hit it right on the head. I had fostered a crush on Sarah for over a year. She lived across the courtyard from me, and I'd first seen her coming and going from time to time. Sometimes we'd run into each other and chat. For the last few months, I'd been going over to her place to chat, watch TV, or for small parties and such. She was sweet, funny, and cute as hell. We were definitely friends, but I would have loved more. And given that I knew she didn't have a boyfriend at the time, I had tried. However, the first time I had suggested that we do something "date-like", she let me know that she wasn't interested in pursuing that course with me. Friends was fine, but JUST friends. I would have to live with that. Of course, that didn't stop her from being the object of pretty much every fantasy I had. I turned back to my guest. "You really have that trick down well!" "It's a skill we have," she said as she gave a little shrug of her shoulders. "So, like, you just make her fall in love with me or something?" She gave a deep sigh and started to slowly pace around my kitchen. "No Lenny, it's a little more complicated than that. It probably doesn't HAVE to be more complicated, but, there are rules to be followed. We know, we know, it seems strange to you. It does to us, too. Things could be easy and straightforward, but the rules must be followed, even though they take what could be a straight line between two points and turn it into a tangled, rambling mess." I kept staring at her and listening intently as she continued her little bit of venting. "We THINK that the rules were put in place to inject a little bit of the unknown into whatever we are trying to accomplish. We can set things up to go in a general direction, but random actions and random twists of fate can bend the outcomes. Sometimes things turn out exactly as we thought, sometimes better, sometimes worse. We're telling you all that because we want you to know that nothing is a 'done deal' here. You take a little bit of risk as part of the experience." "Uhhhhhh... but I mean, like, how bad can things get?" "Sorry, but there's really no way of knowing. You have to understand, we're not going to try to trick you or anything. We'll set things out on a proper course that will be clear for you to see, but we can't guarantee that everything will go exactly to plan, right?" I understood what she was saying, and it didn't sound like one of those Twilight Zone stories where someone wishes for a million dollars, it shows up in their bank account, and then the IRS comes and tosses them in jail for tax evasion. She seemed to want to be genuinely helpful. "Okay, so how do we do this, then?" "Well, this may seem strange to you, but we don't really know exactly how. Once you decide that that is what you want to have, then we summon the solution from the realm." She paused to let that sink in. "So, is that what you want?" I considered things for a few seconds, and realized that the prospect of having Sarah in my life was too good an opportunity to pass up. "Yes, let's do it." With that, she made some interesting arm movements, whispered something too softly for me to hear, and then crossed her arms over her body, closed her eyes, and bowed her head. She remained like that for about ten seconds. Just about the time I was ready to say something, another box appeared on the countertop, and she came out of whatever trance she was in. The box had some very ornate designs and some kind of writing that I'd never be able to decipher. "Ah, very interesting!" she said. "I haven't seen this one for a while!" "Should I be worried?" "No, I think this actually has a pretty good chance of giving you what you want without too much trouble... or danger." I just stared at her and moved my hands in a "well let's have it" kind of motion. She opened the box to reveal a small vial of clear liquid. She instructed me to go get a small pin and clean it thoroughly, which I did. Then she told me to prick the end of my finger to extract a few drops of blood. She removed the cap on the vial and had me hold my finger over it until a drop fell into the vial, instantly giving it a red hue. She recapped it and held it up for me to see. "Place this in something that you get Sarah to drink. It doesn't matter how much of it she drinks, as long as it's at least a sip or two. Keep it cold until you use it." "And that's it? Once she drinks it she's in love with me?" "No, silly, listen carefully. She doesn't just 'fall in love' with you. What this does is change aspects of YOU to become her perfect lover and perfect mate. Then she will be deeply in love with you because you are the perfect person for her. She will never cheat on you or anything like that because she won't WANT to. She will be totally devoted to you." "What does 'change aspects" mean? You mean I'm going to LOOK different or ACT different as I become her perfect mate?" "Both! Whatever it takes, and it will happen each night over a period of just a few days." "But what about my other friends, and my family? What are they going to think about my actual body changing?" "Ha! That's the beauty of this! They won't notice at all. Neither will Sarah. As you change, everything that happens will be as if it had ALWAYS been that way. Records, photos, whatever. They will all change along with you. YOU will know what's happening, and YOU will know what's changed, but you'll also be okay about it. What I mean is, even if she wanted you to be three feet tall, you'd accept that as part of this and feel good about it. Get it?" I was just staring at her. "So... I'm actually going to... start looking... differently... than I do now? For real? And no matter how I change to match her desires, I'm going to feel okay about it?" "Now you got it! But there's a bit more." Could I be any more confused than I was now? "Because SHE is going to be devoted to you, for the rest of her life, it would be devastating to her if you ever decided to leave her." I started to protest that I would never do that. She interrupted me. "Now, now! Listen! I know you don't think that would happen, but after many years, who knows, right? So we just take care of it now. As you change into her perfect mate, and as she becomes totally devoted to you, so will YOU become totally devoted to HER. It's only fair. And! As a bonus... some aspects of Sarah will change to also better fit YOUR vision of an ideal mate. I know you think she's great now, but there might be a few things you'd like to be a little different. They will happen each night over a period of a few days." "And I take it that Sarah won't realize that she's changing?" "Now you're getting it! Just as with changes to YOU, it will be like those changes had ALWAYS been part of her. YOU will know she's changed, but nobody else will." She paused and took a couple of long breaths. "So, what do you think?" "I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed by it all, but if it works as you said, then everything should be fine." She looked at me for a few seconds, nodded her head to the side a little and raised her eyebrows, and again waited for a few seconds. Finally I realized what she was doing. "Thank you," I told her. "You're welcome, Lenny! It is time for us to return to the realm. You will never see us again. But we can't have humans knowing all about us. So when we leave, you will forget that we were even here. You will remember everything we've told you about how to use this liquid and what it does, but you won't remember how you got it. You will just accept the fact that you DO have it. We wish you the best of luck!" With that, I saw both her and the silver jewelry box start to twinkle. There was a flash of light and I stood looking at the vial of red liquid on the counter. This was going to be great. Sarah was finally going to be mine. I had no idea why I knew what I had to do, but it didn't matter. I knew it was going to work. I guess I, myself, might be in for a few changes. But if she wanted me to be a little taller or a little more muscular, who was I to complain? This was gonna be good! * * * * * Thursday. I was so excited I almost couldn't control myself! Everything was working out exactly as I had planned. I had invited Sarah over for some TV and chat, and successfully managed to get her to drink the contents of the vial along with some wine she was sipping on. Well, not the ENTIRE vial. I had figured that, just in case it got spilled or something, I would only use half of it. I somehow remembered that only a few sips were needed, so saving the other half seemed like a good precaution. Now I just needed to watch for the changes. I knew that it was supposed to take a few days for things to work, but I guess a part of me was hoping that maybe something would make itself evident right away. But, in the four hours she was there, I didn't notice anything at all. A part of me thought that maybe the whole thing was a scam, but I decided to withhold judgement at least until the next day. As was the case anytime we were together, the hours went by far too quickly, and it was time for her to go. We said our goodnights the same way we always did -- with a friendly hug. "Oh, Lenny, I forgot to tell you!" she said. "I'm going to be out of town from tomorrow morning until Saturday evening. Taking advantage of the three-day weekend do go visit some friends up north. Could you maybe keep an eye on Felix for me?" Felix was her cat. I wasn't a big cat fan, but I was happy to help her out. "Of course! Like you have to ask." "Here ya go!" she said as she handed me the key to her apartment. With that, we hugged again, and she departed. Whoa! The next couple nights were supposed to be making changes to bring us together, and she wasn't even going to be in town! Arrgghh! I honestly didn't know if that would make a difference, but I was certainly planning on watching all of this happening each day. Now, here it was Thursday, and I wasn't going to even see her until late Saturday. All I could do was let it all play out. * * * * * Friday. I rolled out of bed the next morning and wasn't even thinking about what had happened the previous evening. I suddenly remembered it all and was thrilled that I might start to see some changes in Sarah's attitude today. Oh, but wait... Sarah was leaving town this morning. She might already be gone! I decided maybe I could catch her before she took off. I ran into the main room, pulling on some shorts as I went, threw on a tee shirt, walked into some flip flops near the door, and ran across the way to her apartment. After a few knocks and bell rings, it was clear she was already gone. Damn! Then, through the door, I heard a very faint sound of a cat doing its "meow" thing. That reminded me of my duties for the next couple of days. I walked back over to my place, grabbed Sarah's keys, and made my way back to her place to check on the crazy cat. He seemed fine enough -- just in need of a food and water refill. He had never been that friendly of a cat, so he wasn't really interested in trying get some attention from me. He turned his attention to the food bowl and pretended I wasn't there. Easy enough. I was about to walk out the door, and I was passing by a little table where Sarah had some of her framed photos on display. Just various friends and family pictures. I had been through them all before on previous visits. There was one that I had always enjoyed looking at. It was a photo of her from a few months earlier, with her sitting on a lounge chair. She had been on the Florida beach, and she just looked so gorgeous and relaxed. Looking at that photo always made me wish she had invited me to go on that trip with her. Oh, how romantic that would have been. Anyway...as I was looking at her, something seemed different. I fairly quickly realized that her hair, which was normally cut into a blonde "bob", had turned darker than before... it actually looked to be more of a brown than a blonde. And instead of being cut well above her shoulders, it was down almost touching her neck. I mean, I had always preferred gals with long, dark hair, but the fact that Sarah had short blonde hair didn't make me fantasize about her any less. Wow. Was this change the result of the liquid she drank? I mean, what other explanation was there? I KNEW she had the short, blonde hair for the entire time I'd known her, including when she was on that Florida trip. Yet, here it was, staring me in the face... longer, darker hair than before. And even though the change only happened last night, the whole world had changed, without knowing it, to reflect that she had ALWAYS had that kind of hair. I was able to confirm that fact by looking at a couple other shots that she was in, all of which showed the same longer, darker hair. This was truly amazing. It was freaking working! I locked up and walked back over to my place. I hadn't locked the door, and as I entered I was greeted with a boisterous... "Hey dude!" It was my friend Johny. He had moved out of town a couple years ago, but he always made it a habit to drop in on me when he got back to town. "I didn't know you were coming in this weekend?!" I queried. "Yeah, figured I'd come visit you and the other guys for the long weekend. Figured I'd surprise you." "No problemo. You know you're always welcome." Johny was one of my longtime friends. We went back all the way through elementary school. He was almost like a little brother to me. In fact, sometimes I referred to him that way. "Well, settle in little bro. It may be a long weekend for you, but *I* actually have to get some work done today, so I'm gonna get cleaned up and head out of here. You still have your key, right?" "Yep, don't worry Len, I'll take care of myself." With that, I headed back to the bedroom to clean up and get prepped for work. I went through my normal routine. As I stepped into the shower, something seemed a little off. When I reached up to adjust the shower head, it seemed as though it had moved much higher on the wall. That was ridiculous. Right? I quickly finished up and exited. As I bellied up to the sink to start my shave, I noticed that EVERYTHING seemed higher. And my hair had gotten lighter! What the heck? I was shorter. There was no doubt about it. I grabbed the yard stick out of the closet, used a pencil to make a little mark on the wall, and measured myself. Indeed, my 6' 0" frame had shrunk FOUR INCHES. I was now 5' 8". And I then also remembered that *I* was going to be changing to better reflect Sarah's perfect mate. She obviously didn't like her guys tall at all. I mean, she was only about 5' 5" or so... So I guessed that something closer to my new height just worked better for her. And whereas I preferred darker hair, I guess she preferred blondes, because my hair was now a sandy color that was well on it's way to being blonde. And like hers had done, mine had grown a few inches longer. I guess she was into the shaggy look. Damn though if it wasn't all really happening! And Johny hadn't noticed a thing! Just like I remembered, nobody else had any idea that I hadn't ALWAYS been 5' 8" or that I hadn't ALWAYS had sandy colored hair. But what about my clothes? I quickly checked my jeans and discovered that my jeans had also changed size. I normally wore 32" waist and 34" length. NOW however, they were all 30" in both waist and length. I had apparently also lost some belly! Putting them on confirmed that they fit great, and checking my other clothes, they all matched as well. My underwear were a size smaller, and my shirts had gone down from "larges" to "mediums". This was absolutely wild! I went back towards the kitchen and stopped in front of a photo that I had taken with my last girlfriend a couple of years earlier. As I'm sure you can guess, she and I were now about the same height (I had previously towered over her), and my hair was indeed that sandyish color. Holy cow. I grabbed my wallet off the kitchen table and yanked out my driver's license. The world was indeed changing. My photo reflected the "new me", and the height and weight also accurately indicated my new shortness and trimness. The last thing I noticed before leaving for work was that my work shoes, basically plain brown loafers, had shrunk from my normal size 11's down to 9's. Even the flip flops I had worn over to Sarah's earlier had been smaller, I just hadn't noticed it at the time. Crazy! I didn't notice anything else different for the rest of the day. Johny and I met up after work and went out for some dinner and drinks. We were catching up on events from the last couple months, but my mind was more forward-looking. I could only wonder what crazy changes were in store for the next day. This really was working. In just a few short days, Sarah and I would be together. And tomorrow night I'd get to see her in person again. * * * * * Saturday. As I spun myself out of bed, I noticed a few more changes to my body. I was definitely a little shorter and lighter than I was on Friday, and I could tell from the tickling on my back that my hair had gotten quite a bit longer. Oh yeah, it was pure blonde now, as well. I entertained myself for a while by going through many of my old photos in my computer and looking at the "new me" even as I was back then. Even in pictures from high school, the smaller, lighter, blonder "me" was there. I was dying to know what was happening to Sarah while she was out of town, and then I remembered I needed to go check on Felix for her. That would give me a chance to look at her photos. I headed back into the bedroom and pulled out some shorts. They looked so small! I checked the label on the inside and they were 28 waist! Oh my god! How could I possibly fit in that? I pulled them up and was surprised that they fit quite nicely. My seemingly-too-small tee shirt fit fine as well, and my flip flops at the door now had "8" imprinted on the bottom. Sarah liked her guys small, for sure. I entered her apartment and quickly set Felix up with food and water to last the rest of the day. Then I made my way over to her photo display. Indeed, there were some more changes in Sarah-ville, but nothing excessive. Her hair had totally finished the transition to long, dark, and gorgeous. And it was also clear that her chest had expanded somewhat. Pictures of her in a bikini showed an obvious cup-size growth. I was never into HUGE breasts, but something in the C-cup range did look better than what she had before. It wasn't easy to tell, but it also looked like she might have put on just a little more weight. She had been what most people would call "really thin" before, but now seemed to be a little more filled out and, well, healthier looking. She looked good! As I was getting ready to leave, I happened to glance over towards her laundry room. I felt a little bit guilty for having the idea, but I was drawn towards the folded clothes on top of the dryer. I thought maybe I could confirm some of the changes she was undergoing. Indeed, some folded bras on top of the pile had "32C" tags on them. I didn't know too much about her clothing sizes, but I was pretty sure that "C" wouldn't have been there yesterday. I went back to my own apartment to kill time until Sarah's return that evening. I was just starting to wonder when Johny was going to wake up when I noticed a note he had left on the counter. It said that he had left early to go visit some of our other friends, and that he probably wouldn't be home until the next morning. Well, that was okay. It would make it easier to spend a little time with Sarah that night... if I could arrange it. The day went by slowly, but finally there was a knock on my door. It was Sarah, there to tell me she had just returned. She looked a little worn out, and I asked her if she wanted to come in for a bit. I offered her some tea or lemonade, which she accepted, and we sat and talked for a few minutes. She gave me a brief update on her trip. She definitely paid no attention to any of the physical changes that either of us had undergone. "Well, I really should get back over and see Felix," she said. "I took good care of him. He should have no complaints!" She giggled, "I knew I could count on you." It was time to see how she was feeling about me? had any mental changes happened with her yet? So, I asked her, "Would you like to go get some dinner after you check on him?" "Thanks, but no. I'm pretty worn out. Sorry." Well, I guess that answered that. Whatever mental changes were going to occur still required more physical changes in me. I was, however, able to confirm that her chest was bigger than before, and that she had put a few pounds on where she needed them. Nobody would be calling her "anorexic" anymore. We said goodbye and gave a quick hug, no differently than we ever had, and she headed home. I was a bit disappointed, but I figured tomorrow would see some bigger changes. I would not be wrong. * * * * * Sunday. As I was waking up, I started to take stock of my bodily features. I still felt about the same, and my now-blonde hair didn't seem to have gotten any longer than the day before. It still seemed to come down to about my shoulders. I wandered over to the mirror to confirm my guesses, and was surprised when I looked at my face. It was still me, but it was a softer and more, well, feminine me. I mean, if I had seen some anonymous person who looked like me out on the street, I would have thought for sure that she was a gal. Especially in combination with the long blonde hair, I could easily pass for a gal now. It also occurred to me that my face didn't require its usual morning shave. There wasn't a trace of stubble there. And, oh my god! My arms, legs, chest, and everywhere else that I normally had hair was totally devoid of hair. Other than the hair on top of my head and my new thin eyebrows, I was completely smooth! Standing there in my tee shirt and underwear, staring at my new form, I was very confused about exactly what Sarah had in mind (her subconscious mind) for me. Then, I fixated on my tee shirt, it was smaller and lighter than I normally wore, but what had attracted my attention was the pair of bumps that were protruding from it. I tore it off over my head and stood there ogling my small breasts. Yes, breasts. There was no doubt about it. I had no idea what I was SUPPOSED to be at that moment, but it appeared I was some sort of male/female mix. Now, with my shirt off, I was just standing there in my underwear. Or should I say panties. Because that's what they were. Small, very light weight, white, cotton, bikini panties. The bump protruding from THERE told me I was still a guy. But other than that. I looked very much like a girl. I opened my dresser and found a drawer full of all types of panties. Cotton, satin, silk, nylon, lace, etc? And all in every color imaginable. The next drawer down had bras. They all had 34A tags on them (I definitely was small), but some had padding or liquids or gels in them that made them bigger. Other drawers had all sorts of lingerie, pantyhose, nighties, and things I had only read about. A walk through my closet resulted in ZERO clothing that would be considered male. Cute gal jeans and pants, pastel shirts and blouses, skirts of many different lengths, and dresses for probably every occasion imaginable. Oh, and probably 40 pairs of shoes. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt and went out into the kitchen. Johny was there, back from his trip. "Hey bro, what's been going on?" he said. He was looking right at me, and sure enough, he didn't see anything weird about the situation. "Same old same old. How were the dudes?" "Great, everyone said to tell you hello." I decided to push a little. "So do you notice anything different about me?" "Different since when? Is that a new shirt or something? Did you change your hair or is it just tousled from sleeping on it?" Yeah, he didn't notice a thing. I brushed off my question, and started checking out the new Johny. He had definitely changed overnight. His short dark hair was now longer -- almost down to his shoulders. He had grown a couple of inches from his previously short self. He was changing, but why? None of this was supposed to affect him at all. But my self-curiosity was outweighing my interest in what was happening to him. I went to my computer. Unsurprisingly at this point, all my pictures from the last couple years showed me looking exactly as I did now. What was more interesting was that the pictures of me from high school looked much more like the version of me from yesterday -- still male, but shorter, lighter, and blonde. In this version of reality, something happened in the few years between high school and now to change me from the basically-male self to whatever I currently was. "Lexi, do you have any more soda stored somewhere?" It was Johny. Who the heck was he talking to? I started heading towards the kitchen and he called out again. "Lexi? You there?" I walked into the kitchen and he spun around to look at me. "Oh there you are. Could you not hear me?" he giggled. "I heard you yelling for a Lexi. Who's that?" The look on his face was priceless. He started laughing. "Okay okay. I'll play along. Are we going back to calling you Lenny now?" he laughed again. "Anyway, we need soda." He went into the guest bedroom and I stood there trying to figure out what had just happened. Was *I* now Lexi? I went back to the computer and sat down to do some more photo surfing. Maybe I could learn more. I did. I discovered a blog I had been keeping entitled, "My Long Journey -- Lenny's Transition into Lexi". Holy crap! The blog explained my journey, ever since high school, of counseling, taking hormones, and starting to live as a girl. My writings confessed that my goal had been to live as a girl, but not to go all the way with gender surgery? I was a "non-op". I grabbed my now-pink wallet and checked out my driver's license. It still had an "M" in the gender box, and still listed my name as Lenny. So, I obviously had not completed whatever process was required to change that. But now I understood more of what was happening to me. I was definitely changing into a girl. Sarah liked girls. Sarah was a lesbian. While the revelation stunned me, it didn't really bother me either. If this brought us together, I was all for it. I never would have guessed it. Well, maybe her lack of boyfriends and lack of interest in ME like that should have been a pretty good clue. But whatever, this would be fine. I went over to Sarah's (slipping into my size 8 sandals), and she greeted me at the door, with a "Morning Lexi!" as though this was the way reality had always been. As I expected. Sarah seemed to have changed very little, if any, from the previous day. She invited me in, and I was wondering if we were now closer than we had been before. It wouldn't take long to find out that wasn't the case. We were friends, but that was still all we were. At that point, I fully expected, and welcomed, the changes that would come the next day. If Sarah liked REAL girls, I guess I was destined to be one tomorrow. * * * * * Monday. As I opened my eyes, I was immediately aware that something else was different. The room. It was decorated and painted completely differently from the day before. This was a girl's room for sure. I rolled myself over to look at the changes on the other side, and while I noted that the whole room was, indeed, different, I was more stunned by the other big change. Sarah was sleeping next to me. Reality had shifted again, and in this one, Sarah and I were together. I had no idea if we were lovers, married, f- buddies, or anything else, but there she was. I gently rolled out of bed, noting that a very silky feeling satin nighty was flowing over my body, and made my way to the mirror. Not many changes from the previous day. I still had my long blonde hair, and my face looked pretty much the same, but maybe even a touch more feminine. Ah, there was a change. My chest was definitely larger. I pulled open the dresser and checked out the new 34B tags on all the bras. Then it occurred to me that something ELSE might be different today. Pulling the nighty up a bit it was obvious from what I DIDN'T see that things were entirely changed? "down there". There was nothing left of the old Lenny. I was definitely Lexi now. I was immediately curious what my actual history had been in this reality, so I headed over to the computer area to read the blog. To my surprise, there was no blog. The "Lenny to Lexi" information was completely gone. I checked my driver's license and sure enough, the gender was now "F" and my name was officially Lexi. I pulled up my digital photos to get some more clues. All my old photos, even back through childhood, showed me as a girl. Old birthdays, family events, school pictures, prom photos, EVERYTHING? I was Lexi all the way back to the beginning. In this reality I wasn't transitioning from male to female, I had been female all along. And in THIS reality, in which I assumed I was a lesbian as well, Sarah and I had fallen in love and now lived together. This was how reality had to be for us to be together. And all of that was confirmed by pictures. There were pictures of the two of us going back about 6 months. So, she had moved in across the way a little over a year ago, we got to know each other, and now we were together? somehow. A glance around the living room revealed a number of items that I knew were Sarah's? items I had previously seen over in HER apartment. But now they were here in MY apartment. Or, was this OUR apartment now? I went back to the bedroom and quietly entered our walk-in closet. Sure enough, one side had my clothes (the same ones I had seen the previous day). But the other side had clothes that I had seen Sarah wear before. We were now, at least, roomies. This was confirmed when Felix the cat came meandering around the corner into the bedroom. I started to slide back into bed just as she was opening her eyes. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. "Good morning, babe," she managed to groggily speak. "And good morning to YOU, gorgeous!" I leaned over to kiss her and was surprised when she threw her arms around me and spun us both around so she was on top of me, almost pinning me down. "Have I told you how much I love you, recently?" I had to assume she HAD done so, even though this whole reality was completely new to me. "Of course, but I never get tired of hearing it," I replied playfully. Rather than speaking any more, she simply lowered herself down and gave me the kiss I had been waiting my whole life for. And it went on, and on, and on, and I was in heaven. And then her hands were moving over my silky nightie, and then to my chest, and nipples, and I could no longer think straight. She pulled back from our kiss. "I figured we should get off to a good start on our anniversary," she whispered while wearing a devilish smile. Then she slid herself down and disappeared beneath my nightie, and I experienced a completely new chapter in the acceptance of my womanhood. I was only too happy to return the favor afterward. "Wow, you get better at that every time!" she cooed. I snuggled up back with her and we stared into each others eyes for what seemed like hours. Oh yeah, she had mentioned our anniversary. Of course, I wasn't exactly sure what that was for? our first meeting? Our first date? "And happy anniversary to you, babe! Can you believe it's been this long?" I figured it was a good way to pry for information. "Time goes quickly when you're having fun!" she teased. "But, yeah, it's been a great 6 months living together. I'm the luckiest gal in town!" Well, okay, it was one of those unusual anniversaries, but worth enjoying nonetheless. We discussed plans for officially celebrating with a dinner that night, and then we both agreed it was time to get up and get ready for work. We took, in what I assumed was a normal event, a shower together, somehow managing to keep our hands mostly off each other, then we both readied ourselves. She was in the closet when she called out to me. "You should wear than new flowery dress we got you last week. It's so cute." Wow, I hadn't thought about that. Even with all the progressive changes, I had never actually put on any of the feminine clothes. I had always just put on shorts and tee shirts. Now I was going to have to get ready for work AS A GAL. Of course, the thought also occurred to me that maybe what I KNEW as work might not be what I still DID as work. I had no memories of any experiences from the current reality. I was probably going to have to do a lot of faking with Sarah, my friends, and my family. How was I possibly going to cover for all that? I might have tons of friends that I never had before. I might have a different occupation. Now that my entire life had been spent growing up as a gal, how would I deal with not knowing all the things I should know? I didn't even know how to fix my hair, do makeup, match an outfit properly, walk in heels, or, oh my god, use feminine hygiene products! I liked that I was now a gal, and I loved that I was with Sarah. But I was screwed! Just then, in the middle of what started to be come a very depressing moment, there was a flash of light, and a woman appeared in front of me. For about half a second, I had no idea who she was. Then, all of the knowledge of who she was came flooding back to me, and I remembered her as my genie friend. "Hi again, Lenny. I mean? Lexi. How are you doing?" "Wow. I didn't think you were supposed to ever come back here again?" "No, we weren't. But we have been monitoring your progress, out of some morbid curiosity really. And now that things are almost completed, we needed to come back to clean up a few? details." I had forgotten Sarah was in the closet. "Oh jeez, Sarah is in there!" I whispered to her. "Oh don't worry about her. She is, how should I say, 'paused' while I am here, so she won't have any knowledge of our conversation." "You DO have some interesting powers. So what kind of details are you talking about?" I requested. "Well, such as the thoughts you were just having about not knowing how to BE a gal. We are going to fix that." Just as I was about to speak, she did the hand waving and head bowing thing and it was like flash bulbs were going off in my head. It only lasted for a couple of seconds, but it was very disorienting and made me actually stumble somewhat. She caught me. "Whoa, girl. There ya go!" she said as she helped me stabilize myself. Things returned to normal, but I realized I now had memories from the past! I knew all about my childhood, my school years, my job, my friends? everything! "I see you have accessed your new memories." "Yes! It's amazing! I can remember everything that happened to me as I grew up in this body. But what's weird is I remember everything else from my old life as well. Why is that?" "I just added the new information to what you already know. That will help you survive as your new self now." "Thank you, thank you! I was really wondering how I was going to get along." "You're very welcome. We are happy to be of service. Actually, things are working out amazingly well for you considering all the things that have actually gone, well, not according to our original expectations!" "You mean like Sarah being a lesbian?" "Yes, for one. But there's the other complication as well? Johny." I had totally forgotten about him. He was changing and I had no idea why. "So why has he been changing? I didn't think this was supposed to affect him at all?" "Well, you only used HALF the vial with Sarah, and you put the rest back in the refrigerator. It actually was a pretty good idea. If you had used it all and spilled it somehow, your whole plan would have been wiped out. But the problem was that Johny?" "Drank it," I interrupted her. "Yes, he thought it was some kind of flavoring, or energy drink, or something, and he drank it the day after Sarah did. So he has been changing, too." "But why into a gal? What is he changing into?" "Silly girl. He's changing according to exactly the same rules as Sarah did. He's changing into a perfect mate for you. Of course he doesn't realize it. And he is going to be completely devoted and in love with you." "Johny???? But he's like my little brother." "Not by tomorrow he won't be. Remember, you will feel the same way about him." "But Sarah and I are in love. I'm going to love them BOTH? What about the two of THEM? How are they going to get along?" "Actually it's going to work out fine. Both of them have very similar visions of THEIR perfect lovers, so you've actually been changing into an average of their desires. They are both going to share a love for you, and that will bond them to each other, as well. The three of you will make a great? couple. Well, threesome I guess." Well wasn't this a crazy twist. "Again, considering the Johny, well, Jenny mixup, you have been extraordinarily lucky!" "Thank you, again, I guess." "You are most welcome. And now, we're going to leave you, and you won't remember me once again. But you will understand what has happened with Jenny. But here's some new information. Tomorrow, when you wake up, all the changes to the three of you will be complete. At that point, your memories of your past life as Lenny will disappear. You won't have any recollection of your old male life, nor of Johny's old life. Things will be as if the three of you had always been as you are now. We wish you and your girlfriends a most prosperous and exciting life." Before I could say anything, she sparkled and disappeared once again. I was standing in the bedroom just as Sarah came in. "You'd better start getting ready, sweetie!" she warned me. The difference was, now I KNEW how to get ready. I didn't know what was different from a few seconds ago, but now I was able to go deal with my hair, and makeup, and properly dress myself. I even knew which new dress Sarah had been referring to. After finishing my hair and face, I pulled the new dress out of the closet and laid it on the bed, then went over to the dresser. I knew exactly which bra and panties to wear. Sliding them both on for the first time was a very sensual experience. Even moreso as the new dress went over my head and then fluttered down my sides. This girlie stuff was pretty nice! I even had the good sense to know which of my shoes was appropriate for the dress. I grabbed my white strappy sandals with the 3" heel and stepped easily into them. Walking in them was a breeze as well? just like I had been doing it my whole life. Sarah was ready a bit before I was and gave me a quick kiss and ran out the door. "Tell Jenny I'll meet her this evening as we planned!" she yelled back as the door closed behind her. As I was finishing up, I passed in front of the table of pictures that had previously been in Sarah's apartment. I noticed the Florida beach picture of her, but was stunned to see BOTH of us in it now. We looked like a beautiful couple, totally happy. Just then, Johny came out of his room, and Johny was a really poor way of describing him now. Jenny was much more fitting. He was now a very girlie version of his previous self. He had gotten himself ready to go out, and he was dressed in a wispy, almost translucent dress. His figure was, well, he was very female? breasts, smooth legs, you name it. His long dark hair flowed over his shoulders and framed his cute face quite well. I didn't feel any differently about him, but I guess the changes weren't through with him yet. He had another day to go. I figured, like I had been yesterday, he was probably still truly male, living out some sort of transition. I didn't really care to know the details because none of it would apply tomorrow, anyway. "Hey Jenny, Sarah said she'd meet you later. She said you guys planned something." "Oh yes, I almost forgot, she's taking me to one of her friends who's a makeup artist. She's going to help me get better with my techniques." "Well after that, you should come to the dinner we're doing to celebrate 6 months!" "Oh that would be great! You two have been so great helping me through my transition and letting me live here with you. You guys are the best friends ever!" Yep. Suspicions confirmed. I grabbed my purse and headed off to work. Despite being comfortable walking in my heels, driving in them was certainly an interesting adventure. I actually decided to slip them off to avoid a wreck. I knew that I still worked at the same company as before, doing the same job. I had just always been a female there. Arriving at my desk showed it looking a little different than before? some flowers, nicely framed photos of Sarah and me, and other small changes. Working all day in a short dress and heels was a very different experience. I was constantly aware of my body and how exposed it was to the world. Oh yes, the world didn't fail to notice it either. All day long, at work, at lunch, wherever I was, I was very aware of guys checking me out. Heck, *I* would have checked me out -- I was a hottie -- something the short dress and heels showed off nicely. I actually enjoyed the attention. Not something I ever received as a guy. We all did meet up for the anniversary dinner that night. Jenny looked even better than she did in the morning, compliments of Sarah's makeup magician. I didn't think any of that would really matter for more than a few hours. If things went as predicted, Jenny would wake up in the morning having ALWAYS been female. But hey, this was today's reality. And tomorrow was going to be interesting. * * * * * Tuesday. I awoke to the beautiful site of TWO gorgeous gals, one lying on either side of me. They were both stunningly beautiful, and I loved them both completely. We were all so lucky to have fallen in love with each other. Selfishly, I couldn't stand to let them keep sleeping, and I gave them each a soft kiss, waking them both up. "Somebody's a little worked up this morning, huh?" Jenny said. She had on a tiny little pink tee shirt and looked beautiful. I did like that long dark hair. "Yeah, this is getting to be a regular event" chimed in Sarah from behind me. "Can you blame me?" I asked them both. They both responded nonverbally by cuddling up close. We spent the next hour doing lots of things that would make us late for work that day. But it was worth it. I was the last one out the door that morning, and just before leaving, I passed by the photo from our trip to the Florida beach a few months earlier. I gave a little smile as I looked at the three of us there, leaning up against one another, sipping fruity drinks, looking like the happiest couple, well threesome, on earth. Life was good.