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Being Happy I've always found it pretty easy to be happy. Of course, it didn't hurt that I had gotten a good job right out of college or that I had the sort of body that drew girls like flies to honey (and they were always willing to eat my honey). But then one day, everything changed, and it threatened to take away all that happiness I had gotten used to. It started when I stepped out of my apartment building and found myself staring at a tight, round ass. A girl in tight black leggings was bent over stretching. I didn't have any complaints, but it was a surprise--I would have thought I'd remember if such a fine rear end lived in my building. Just when I was on the verge of staring too long, the girl straightened up and turned around. "Hey Mick," she said. "Oh," I said, "hey Selena." As it turned out, not only was she the girl who lived in 3A, the room right below mine, but we had a couple of classes together when we were in college at State as well. However, I had never seen her wearing the sort of tight fitting workout gear she had on now. Ordinarily, she wore long skirts, baggy sweaters and coats--some sort of mix of goth and librarian. Some days it was hard to tell there was even a person under all those clothes. But today, she barely had any clothes at all. Those leggings were matched with a bright blue sports bra wrapped around a bulging pair of tits it was a crime for her to have kept hidden all this time. It was safe to say I saw her in an entirely new light. "I didn't know you exercised like this," I said. "It's the best way to keep my figure," she said. And what a figure it was! A smooth flat stomach was left exposed by her top, and while she had some killer curves, there didn't seem to be any excess fat on her. If I had seen a picture of that body, I would have bet money that it was photoshopped. "Well it's looking great," I said. "Maybe we can work out together sometime." That got a smile out of her. "Or maybe you can just take me out dinner sometimes." I usually preferred to lead when it came to dates, but there was no way I could turn down a date with someone who looked like that. "Sure," I said. "How about I pick you up tonight at 6:00?" "It's a date," she said with a smile. With that, she slipped in a pair of earbuds and jogged away. I took the opportunity to admire her bouncing breasts and ass and found myself looking forward to my upcoming date. A few hours later, I picked up Selena looking even hotter than the day before. She wore a satin minidress that barely contained her curves and showed off a killer pair of legs. What's more, this time she was made up with elaborately styled hair. I felt like an idiot for not realizing that such a knockout lived just below my floor. I took her to a stylish little cafe for dinner, where I actually found out a bit about her. Apparently she was originally from Massachusetts. She had gotten a liberal arts degree with a strange set of concentrations in chemistry, astronomy, and ancient and medieval literature, so it was a miracle we had any classes together at all. But what really got my attention was the way she slipped one of her stiletto clad feet up my pant leg and began stroking my calves. As subtly as possible I scooted closer so I could reciprocate by gently rubbing her smooth, creamy thigh. After dinner, we went to a movie--the latest rom-com--where we sat in the back and spent most of the film making out. By the time we finally made it back to the apartment, Selena was practically dry humping my leg, and I was so horny I thought my balls might explode. We tumbled into her apartment and began tearing off each other's clothes. My pants hadn't even fallen all the way to the floor before Selena was on her knees kissing my erect penis. She almost seemed hungry for it, desperate to get as much of its length into her mouth as possible. I was moaning softly and buried my fingers into her hair. As her braids fell loose, a river of silky black hair broke free and cascaded over shoulders and breasts, almost down to her cute little butt cheeks that were split by a bright red thong. I could smell the pungent fragrance of her arousal and could hear the slippery squelching of the fingers she had plunged into her wet pussy. I never would have expected such wanton passion from the girl I remembered as quiet and demure, but I liked it. In fact, I liked it so much that I was in danger of coming too early. I try to get the most out of my sexual encounters, so I stopped Selena and suggested we move things to the bedroom. She practically dragged me into her room. It was somehow already lit with candles that made Selena's skin glow like she was a tongue of fire herself. Her bra had come off sometime in our initial scrambling, and all that stood between us was the thin fabric of her g-string. She flopped down onto the bed, and I was on her in a second. I peeled off the thong, already soaked through and gave her puffy pink lips a passionate kiss. "Don't wait," came a throaty voice. Selena was looking down at me with almost desperate eyes. "Just fuck me." It was hard to deny a request like that, so I lined up my dick and thrust it deep inside her. Selena screamed with ecstatic delight. "More!" she cried, "More! More!" I began pumping away eliciting moans and squeals and a whole host of noises I don't have names for. It seemed like she must have come almost a dozen times that night. She certainly wasn't the best lover I've ever had, but she was enthusiastic, and the sheer pleasure of watching her orgasm pretty much made up for any sloppy technique. Strangely, I was able to last more than twice as long as usual, so I was able to fuck Selena in most of the positions I had tried before. When I finally did come, she insisted on taking the whole load in her mouth and swallowed every drop. "Finally" she sighed, seeming more content in that moment than anyone I have ever seen. We collapsed into bed together, and as I drifted off to sleep, she curled up close and stroked my hair gently. Just before my mind slipped into dreams, I could have sworn I heard her whisper, "I love you, Mick." Of course I was out of there before dawn. I was kind enough to leave a note: "Last night was fun. Mick." I've never been the most eloquent, guy, but that was all I had to say. Selena was a good fuck, but I've always fancied myself as a free bird and don't like being cooped up with any of the girls I screw. Unfortunately, it turns out that Selena didn't understand that. To be fair, I could have at least been more tactful. When I picked up a girl (I think her name was Champagne) at the club that night and brought her back to my place to fuck, I should have thought about the fact that the girl I had fucked the night before lived directly beneath my squeaky bed. My latest conquest was riding me cowgirl style and squealing with delight when Selena stormed into my apartment. I had just shot my load when I heard Selena yelling harshly, "What the hell is this?" "Selena?" "Who the fuck is this?" The girl was still coming down from her orgasm and turned around. "Who's this?" "I'm the girl whose boyfriend you're fucking." "Oh my god," the girl said, turning back to me. "You have a girlfriend? What the fuck, man?" "No, I hardly know her," I protested. "I've been in love with him for years," Selena said. "What?" I replied. "No, she was just a one night stand." "I was what?" Selena screamed. "So am I gonna be a one night stand too?" the girl said. "I figured you understood that," I said, not sure who I was supposed to direct it at. But it didn't matter because Selena was already storming out, and my date was getting dressed quickly. The whole thing was over in a couple of minutes, and I was left trying to process what had happened. On the one hand, it was tremendously awkward. How was I supposed to know Selena had been after me that long? There were lots of State grads in the apartment complex--there was a guy named Eric whom I had gotten to know at college and who now lived on the other end of the building on my same floor. But now it seemed that she had moved into the apartment complex because of me. I could understand why someone that obsessed would storm into my apartment, but it seemed absurd that she had barely spoken to me before yesterday. It was all just weird. But on the other hand, I had still gotten to have sex, and the girl had left quickly of her own accord. Considering that, I was actually pretty pleased with how things had gone, so I settled into a deep, contented sleep, confident that the worst of the trouble had past. I had a strange dream that night. I was having sex with Selena. At least, it seemed like we were having sex. We were both naked, and she was rubbing me all over with some sort of light. It was incredibly arousing, though there was no penetration. She was whispering something, but even when I could hear the words, I didn't recognize them. The whole scene was illuminated by a strange bluish light. When Selena was finished with whatever she was doing, she brought her face close to mine and said, "All I wanted was for us to be happy together, but you were too selfish for that. And you don't understand. But you will." The whole experience was hazy and vivid at the same time, but I quickly faded back into deep sleep, aware only of a persistent blue light. I'm used to waking up in unfamiliar rooms and finding my way out, so when my eyes drifted open and saw a purple bedspread I didn't recognize, my escape instincts kicked in. I took quick stock of the situation. I was alone in what it was safe to assume was a girl's room. The preponderance of purple items along with the rack of mostly high heeled shoes seemed to confirm it. My second realization was that this room had the same layout as my own. It was clear that I was in someone's room in my own apartment. Selena's? Images from my dream came back to me, but this didn't look like her room. Besides, I never double dipped. No, it must have been that girl from last night. I seemed to remember things going oddly, but couldn't place what. But we had consumed a fair amount of alcohol, so I didn't think too hard about it. The important thing was getting out of here. I knew I was naked, so the first thing to do was find my clothes. I spied a bra on the floor and a skirt and halter top wadded up on the floor, but no sign of any men's clothes. They must have gotten left in the living room of the apartment. It happened often enough, so I slipped from under the covers and moved quickly toward the door. I couldn't hear any human activity outside the room, so I was optimistic about making a clean getaway. It turned out I was right about there being no one in the living room, but there were no clothes out there either. Something was wrong. As a last guess, I decided to check the bathroom. I found no male clothes, but what I did find was infinitely more disturbing. I caught a glimpse of the mirror in my peripheral vision, and something seemed off, so I did a double take. What I saw took my breath away. For one thing, it was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, but that woman, apparently, was me. For a moment, I was frozen in place. As my wits returned to me, I suddenly became aware of a thousand little sensations that had somehow escaped my notice--the absence of thick body hair and facial stubble; the weight of a full head of vibrant red hair; the way those long, curly locks tickled my ears and shoulder blades; the shift in my center of gravity; the longer, well-manicured nails on my hands; the tugging of heavy, round breasts; the way the cool air played over my larger nipples, bringing them to stiff hardness; the way that same cool air tickled at the void between my legs. I was finally able to break my gaze away from the mirror and look down at my body. The view confirmed what my reflection had hinted. Long red curls poured over enormous breasts; my limbs ended in small hands and feet with painted nails; and there was no organ sticking out between my legs. I panicked. There was no explanation for what I was experiencing. I wanted to get out of there and back to my own room as fast as possible to sort things out. I ran out of the bathroom and headed for the door. My hand was on the knob when I remembered that I was naked. I had no idea how to dress this body, didn't know if any of the clothes here would fit, and didn't want to take the time to find out. I saw a bathrobe hanging on the back of the bathroom door and lunged for it. I had barely finished tying the sash, paying no attention to how well it fit, before I was out the door. That was when I got the second shock of the morning. The door across the hall said 4B. I had been living for just over a year in 4A. I turned around slowly and looked at the door I had just left. Pinned to the top of the door were the same dingy tin characters I had seen every day since I moved in: 4A. The apartment I had woken up in, the apartment I didn't recognize at all, the apartment I had fled was my own. I might have remained frozen there as I had in front of my mirror if I hadn't heard a voice behind me. "Well, well, well. I sure hope this is a preview of tonight." My head whipped around (and my new, long hair with it) to see my acquaintance Eric walking down the hall toward me. Though I hadn't recognized any of the features I had seen in the mirror, Eric's eyes showed that he was familiar with who he was talking to. "Are you talking to me?" I asked, hearing my own voice for the first time and cringing slightly at its high pitched lilt. "Who else?" Eric said. "You know me?" "Are you kidding, Michelle? How could I forget that face? Or that ass?" he said, blatantly checking me out. I suddenly became terribly self conscious of how exposed I was and clutched the robe around me tightly. "Don't tell me you've forgotten about our date tonight?" he said. "You promised me dinner and a movie." "Oh, no, I haven't forgotten," I said, playing along. Apparently, whoever I had turned into had made plans with Eric. I hoped I would be able to talk my way out of it later, but first I needed to figure out what had even happened, and didn't want to draw attention to myself. "Good," Eric said. "Now that I've seen you dressed like this, I'm looking forward to it even more. What are you doing out here in the hall anyway?" "I . . . I thought I heard someone and was just checking it out," I improvised. "Well I'm glad it gave me the chance to check you out," he said smoothly. I couldn't believe how blatantly he was flirting with me . . . or how pleased it made me. I had only been a woman for a few minutes, but I was already appreciating a bit of flattery. Already incredibly flustered, I nervously excused myself saying, "Well, maybe you can see more later," and hurried inside my room. Of course it was only once the door was closed that I realized how obviously I had just flirted back with him, inadvertently suggesting I would undress for him on our date--a date I had no intention of going on. No knowing that this was apparently my own apartment, I looked at it more inquisitively. There was definitely a feminine sensibility to the rooms, but much of it seemed familiar as well. For instance, the rooms were untidy, though not dirty, the way mine had always been. I recognized some similar pieces of furniture that were simply in different colors. However, I had the same TV, and it looked like I had a similar collection of movies, though with fewer buddy movies and a few more rom-coms. A white macbook had replaced my previous black one and sat on the couch next to a shiny black purse that I now understood was mine as well. In my bedroom, I noticed a few more significant changes, and ones that unsettled me more. Realizing that the bra on the ground was intended to support the breasts hanging from my own chest put a not in my stomach. There was also a large vanity replacing my desk. I had never used it much anyway, but seeing the surface of the vanity cluttered with makeup and jewelry was unnerving. Of course, then I turned to the closet and saw it overflowing with clothes and shoes. I didn't even know how to process the wide array of colors and styles, though I did notice an emphasis on high heels among the shoes. It was clear that this girl I had become had quite a love of fashion. Seeing all the clothing made me very aware that I was still naked. An unshakable curiosity drew me back to the bathroom mirror. There, a confused, frightened, but undeniably beautiful face looked back at me. Also undeniable was how much that resembled the one I had worn as a man. I hadn't noticed it in my first startled observation, but now that I was a bit calmer, I could recognize the same intensely green eyes, simply framed with longer lashes. My nose was smaller, but it had the same slight upturn at the tip. My lips were thicker and pinker, but my mouth was still shaped similarly. I had always been a bit awkwardly freckled, but the light dusting of freckles on this woman's face actually made her somehow sexy. One difference was my jaw: narrower and showing no signs of stubble, but I quickly realized that it resembled my mother's jaw, where it had formerly resembled my father's. The biggest difference in appearance, of course, was my hair. As I child, I had a curly red mop that got me nicknamed Raggedy Andy, so when I got older I kept it buzzed pretty short. Now, I had a luxurious mane of hair with an even more intense red hue. It's thick volume only served to accentuate my smaller and more delicate features. Naturally, my gaze drifted downward. I have stared at a fair share of breasts in my life, but few as beautiful as the two I saw adorning my own chest. They were full and round, just on the verge of being too big for my body. I would find out later that they were D cups. I reached up and gave one of them a squeeze. It was a strange sensation?the old part of my mind was familiar with feeling up a firm breast, but to feel a reaction on my own chest was startling. My curiosity grew and a delicate finger gently rubbed one of the larger puffy nipples that accompanied my beautiful new breasts. I shuddered at even the lightest touch. "No wonder girls go wild when I play with these," I said, still a little unsettled by the sound of my new voice. "I wonder what it would feel like to have someone play with mine?" A quick image of Eric with his mouth sucking my tits suddenly sprang to mind. The thought was frightening, but somehow appealing as well. For the first time as a woman, I felt a sensation from my groin. It scared me. The sensation was subtle, probably just a little more blood flowing down south, but there was something incredibly new about feeling even the slightest bit of arousal in this female body. What frightened me even more was that it came from thinking of someone playing with my tits?something I had never even considered as a man. Worse, I had thought of them as MY tits. Was I already losing all sense of my true identity? Of course, fear can also be exciting. There is something thrilling about that which is prohibited. I had always loved fucking in public?in elevators and bathrooms, at beaches and parks, hell even in the dark corner of a club. The taboo makes it that much hotter. Something of that same feeling crept into me with that first glimpse of feminine arousal. Why not try it? Find out what it's like on the other side? A good wank isn't the same as a good fuck, but I was certainly not going to do that as a woman. I always said that I never wasted a boner?shouldn't the same be true with this body. I could already feel myself getting hotter down there. The part of me that was terrified of being a woman and that rejected anything having to do with this female body was screaming out against these thoughts, but that just made me want it more. I decided it was safe enough to try masturbating. After all, I was probably more turned on by the general idea of playing with boobs than I was by anything having to do with my own. And since there weren't many things that made me feel more like a dude than watching porn, I figured that would be the best route to go. Still wearing only an untied bathrobe, I went out to the couch and opened up the white laptop that had replaced my old black one. Fortunately, in this life, like my old one, I didn't have a password on my computer. I searched my favourite porn site and found a promising video about a man seducing his secretary. The girl was a pretty attractive redhead, though I remember thinking that I had a better figure, and it wasn't long before she and the guy playing her boss were going at it on top of his desk. The scene was hot, and it was just the sort of situation that got me turned on. I was stunned by even more sensation as I felt my pussy get wet for the first time. Cautiously at first, I reached down and began to rub the puffy folds of skin between my legs. My technique was somewhere between the way that I had always teased girls and the way that I had seen porn stars masturbating in videos. The feeling was nice, but it wasn't until I actually slid over me clit that I realized what was so exciting about it. It was like being hit by the first blast of a hot morning shower?suddenly my whole body was warm and my skin was tingling. I changed position, spreading my legs open wider, and altered my motion so that my fingers were sliding between my pussy lips, getting nice and slippery in the juices of my arousal, then sliding back over my clit. I started getting even more worked up. All the while, the video was getting more intense. The girl had been crying out in pleasure for a couple minutes now. It looked like she was having fun, though that wasn't turning me on as much as usual. I found myself wishing I could feel that good watching the way she moved back and forth against the monstrous dick hanging between her partner's legs. I found my own hips almost involuntarily beginning to thrust as well, picking up the rhythm of my fingers. I had always found that I got off on porn best when I matched my strokes with the tempo of the sex on the screen. I did the same thing now, though with slightly different parts and motions. What made it particularly different was when I reached up to squeeze one of my breasts at the same time that the girl in the video squeezed hers. At some point, my fingers stopped sliding between my labia and began sliding up into my slick vagina. I was starting to go crazy with all of the sensations and might have experienced my first orgasm as a woman if I hadn't suddenly cried out in high-pitched arousal at the same time as the girl in the video. In an instant, I became aware of how thin the line between her and I had become. We had the same organs, similar bodies and features (how stupid had I been to choose a video with a redhead!), moving with the same motions, even making the same sounds. The only difference was that she had a dick in her pussy instead of her own fingers. And of course the most terrifying fact was that the reason I cried out when I did was because I had just imagined Eric laying into me the way that actor was pumping into the girl on the screen. I quickly withdrew my fingers, slammed the computer shut, and rushed into the bathroom to take a cold shower. Of course, if I wanted to forget that I was a woman, the feeling of icy water pouring all of my now hypersensitive feminine body parts was not the way to do it, but at least when I started shivering it took my mind off of the things I had just been feeling. By the time I emerged from the shower, I was still a bit wired from masturbating without getting any release, but I had numb extremities and the beginnings of a plan. It wasn't a very good plan, but I had to start somewhere. I got dressed in the simplest outfit I could rummage together, a pair of white, cotton panties, baggy sweatpants, a t-shirt and a hoodie?I didn't want to deal with a bra unless I absolutely had to?and then headed down to 3A, the room right below mine. "Hello?" I heard Selena's voice answering my knocks. She opened the door and said, "Oh, hey Michelle. What's up?" "You know me?" I said, still shocked that no one else seemed to notice anything strange. "What are you talking about?" "Never mind," I said. "Can I come in?" "Sure." I hurried into the room, a bit nervous in case I should encounter anyone else in the hall. From what I remembered, Selena's room had not changed at all. Apparently I was the only one experiencing this. "Look, I need some help." "With your date tonight?" "No, I?wait, you know about Eric?" I asked. "Sure. I know you've been hoping to go out with him for a while." "Right," I nodded, playing along. Apparently in this world Selena was some sort of confidant. Or at least we were close enough to gossip about guys. And apparently this girl I had become actually did want to go out with Eric. "So you want some help getting ready?" she asked. "You do look like a mess right now." "Actually," I said. "I don't think I want to go through with it." "Are you kidding? I know how much you want this." "I do?" "Of course you do. Here," she said, "sit down. I'll pour you a cup of coffee and we'll talk about it." She directed me to a comfy chair in her living room, then entered the kitchen. I started looking around at the strange knickknacks in the room, but got distracted by a bluish glare coming off of something sitting in the window ledge. I hadn't noticed it at first, but now it seemed almost blinding, like the light was washing out everything else in the apartment. "...you know you want this." "Huh?" Selena had been talking, but I hadn't caught a word of it. My eyes broke away from the light and realized that Selena was on the couch right in front of my, and I had a cup of coffee in my hands. When had that happened? I absent-mindedly took a sip while Selena continued talking. The coffee was stronger than I was used to?maybe part of my new body?but I found it strangely relaxing. I felt like my whole body was wrapped in a warm blanket. "What was that?" "I was just saying that you've known him for years and he's never asked you out, so you've got to take advantage of the situation." I nodded absently as Selena spoke. Though I was absolutely certain that none of those thoughts had ever occurred to me, they somehow made perfect sense. "Besides," she continued, "I hear he's great in bed." "He is?" I asked, feeling the mix of fear and desire bubbling up inside of me again. "That's what they say. And I've seen a lot of apparently satisfied customers leaving his place, so he must be." I was reminded of how close I had come to satisfaction not too long ago. I became aware of an emptiness, a hunger inside of myself. "You know you want this," Selena was saying. But I was thinking about Eric, thinking about how good he had looked this morning, thinking about his body in ways I never had before, thinking about how big his cock might be. It was becoming increasingly clear that I was a straight woman. However much my mind might try to preserve some sort of masculine continuity, there was no arguing against how wet I was quickly becoming as I pictured Eric riding me on top of a desk just like in that porno. Apparently, I was not only straight, but very attracted to Eric. Maybe I really did want to go on the date with him. "I want this," I repeated without really thinking about the words. "See?" Selena said, almost as if she could read my thoughts, "I knew you wanted this." "I do want this," I said again accepting the words. I drank some more of the coffee and felt surprised by how relaxed I was beginning to feel, despite the strangeness of my situation. "So, what are you going to wear?" Selena asked. "Wear?" "Yeah," she said, "You've gotta have a killer look if you want things to go well." A sudden wave of anxiety swept over me. I had no idea how to dress for a date as a woman, and apparently I really wanted things to go well. Of course, I wasn't ready to admit to myself what "going well" would mean, but the warmth that spread in my crotch when I contemplated the idea betrayed what I was really anticipating. I could remember that Selena's outfit had really gotten my motor running on our date. "What do you think I should wear?" I asked, eager for the advice of someone who had been a woman longer than a few hours. "Where is he taking you?" "Oh, uh. . . dinner and a movie." "The trick is finding the line between stylish and slutty," she said. "Why don't we go shopping and find something for you?" It seemed a bit odd to go on a girl's night out with a chick who had been a one night stand just a couple days ago, but I could feel my anxiety rising by the second. I needed help, and she seemed genuinely excited about offering it. "Okay," I said. "Let's do it." When we entered the third store of the day, we finally found it: the perfect outfit. It was a flirty sundress, the perfect shade of green for my complexion. Thin straps gave way to deep cleavage, showing plenty of side-boob with a generous bust like mine. The dress continued down, hugging my hips and ass tightly before flaring out slightly and ending about mid-thigh to leave lots of leg to entice Eric. Paired with brown, heeled boots, and a matching leather belt to accent my slender waist, the entire effect was provocative without being downright slutty. With the outfit chosen, we moved on to lingerie. As a man, it had been a goal of mine to screw a girl in a Victoria's Secret dressing room. How ironic that the first girl I saw naked inside those walls would be my own reflection. Of course, by that point, lingerie barely held any allure for me anymore. Instead, I was focused solely on finding the perfect garment to charm another man. Of course, the process involved far more trial and error than I had ever imagined, even after an invasive measurement. It proved especially challenging to find a bra that wouldn't show, given how revealing a neckline I had chosen, but we finally came across a baby blue satin plunge bra that could support my big tits while still preserving that deep V of cleavage that I just knew would keep Eric's attention. And though it took some convincing, Selena managed to talk me into getting a matching blue thong. I was incredibly uncomfortable with the thin string riding up my ass, but when I saw the way its thin triangle of lace gently cupped my pussy, I knew it was the perfect choice. Each step of the day I had found myself feeling more and more feminine. And although trying on lingerie had certainly made me feel like a real woman, nothing made me feel girlier than visiting a salon. Selena insisted on a full makeover. At first I nervously watched every step of the process, but I soon began to relax and enjoy being pampered. My nails were neatly shaped and painted a dark red. A matching coat went on my toes, which I found to be much more ticklish than I had remembered. The tangled mane of hair I had allowed to flow free was shampooed, combed, trimmed, and styled into a chic half-up do. The final transformation was makeup. Though I apparently owned a wide array, I had never applied makeup myself. It was startling to see how it could transform a face. All it took was a little foundation, a hint of blush, a bit of mascara, and a touch of smoky green eye shadow to make my confused, freckled face into an alluring looking vixen. "I think you're ready," Selena said. I still didn't feel quite ready, but I was certainly well equipped for a date. We headed back to the apartment, and Selena wished me good luck. "How are you feeling?" she asked. "Nervous." "I know you want this." "I do want this," I said. "I just don't know if I'll do things right. "Well don't worry," she said. "You know what to do." When I thought about it for a moment, I realized that I did know exactly what to do. Not only had I been a man, and thus knew what men liked, but pictures began to emerge from a bluish haze in my mind?exactly what I would say, how I would carry, the thousand little flirts and suggestions that I had in my arsenal to make sure that I got exactly what I wanted at the end of the night. I started to feel the warmth building up in my pussy again. That itch was becoming more and more distracting, but I was suddenly feeling much more confident that it would be scratched soon. "Thanks, Selena," I said, "for all your help." "I'm sure you'll get exactly what's coming to you," she said before I went up the stairs to my apartment. Once in my room, I began my final preparations for the date. I opened up my bags from the various stores and got dressed into my brand new clothes and underwear. I surprised myself by taking some time to practice sexy poses in the mirror while wearing just my bra and thong, wondering what Eric would think if he saw them. I ran my hands slowly over my skin, anxious to feel what rough strong hands holding me would feel like. I was getting horny again, and the scent of my arousal was starting to fill the room. Somewhat reluctantly, I finished getting dressed. The final touches were a touch of perfume and a layer of dark red lipstick that compliment my nails and finished my transformation into a sultry seductress. Finally, there was a knock on my door. "Hey Michelle, I?wow." Eric's eyes bulged out of his head as the fixed on my breasts which bulged out of my tight-fitting dress. "How do I look?" I asked, already feeling quite pleased with his admiration. "You're?that's?I mean, you look great," he stammered. "Thanks," I said. "You look pretty good too." If Eric hadn't been so distracted admiring my curves and exposed skin, he might have caught me devouring him with my eyes as well. Though I was once taller than Eric, he was now a full head taller than I was. A blue silk shirt was neatly fitted around his broad shoulders and sinewy muscles. I could only imagine what it must feel like to be held tightly by those strong arms. A pair of sharp grey pants neatly accented a tightly muscled ass and a sizable bulge in his crotch. That still unsatisfied itch began throbbing deep inside me again. There was no longer any doubt about how I wanted this night to end. "So, where are we going?" Eric shook himself and finally returned his eyes to my face. "I was planning to start with Caf? L'Amour," he said. "How does that sound to you?" "Caf? of Love, eh?" I said. "Sounds like a good start." I certainly made a good start on Eric. My flirtation was obvious and shameless. But no matter whether it was laughing at any joke, subtly pressing my boobs together to increase the cleavage, or slipping a heeled foot up his pant leg, Eric fell for every move. Not that he didn't have a few of his own. Ordering wine was a good move, because it quickly got my brain warm and fuzzy. But his best was talking me into splitting a dessert. It gave him a thin excuse to sit on the same side of the table as me, to feed me creamy, decadent chocolate cheesecake, and to lean in for a passionate kiss. The hot, slick sensation sent my already hazy brain buzzing, and I found myself slipping my tongue between his lips. He responded in kind and I could taste the potent mix of wine and chocolate mingling between our lips. I don't think I had ever enjoyed a kiss so much. After that was a movie. It turns out Eric decided to take me to the same film I had seen with Selena. Of course, I had not really spent much time actually watching it, and I had little intention of doing so tonight. Eric seemed to have the same mindset. With no subtlety at all, he reached an arm around my shoulders. I had used all these tricks myself, and when the straps of bra and dress slipped down off of my shoulder, I knew it was no accident. I probably should have been scandalised by how forward Eric was being?maybe if I had been a woman more than a day I would have been?but instead, I felt proud. I could hear a voice in my head whispering, "You want this." So I settled into the embrace and began returning the favour by caressing Eric's thigh. So began a game of chicken that lasted through most of the movie. He began to gently stroke my collarbone; I began to nibble on his ear. He reached down and gently squeezed one of my boobs; I reached down and gently squeezed his bulging erection. He slipped a hand beneath my bra to caress my nipple; I climbed onto his lap and shoved my tongue down his throat. I had never felt as alive and as sexy as I did straddling Eric in that dark theatre, with his hands roaming over my body and his erection pressing against my cock. By the time the credits rolled, I was tugging on his belt and nearly ready to fuck right on the dirty, wet floor of the theatre. Somehow, we managed to regain our composure and exit the theatre, though by this point I was so horny I could hardly think or walk straight. Eric raced back to the apartment, pausing at each stoplight to kiss me and get in a few quick gropes. Meanwhile, my hand never left his groin, rubbing the swollen member trapped inside his pants all the way back. I think we nearly got into an accident a couple of times thanks to my distractions. Fortunately it was a short drive back to the apartment, and Eric eagerly accepted an invitation into my room. Everything was going just as I wanted. Our lips barely parted as we stumbled over to the couch. I ended up straddling Eric with my dress hiked up over waist while tearing open the buttons of his shirt. Eric's hands were roaming over all the soft spots of my body, kneading the plump cheeks of my ass, dipping his fingers deep into my cleavage, running up and down my thighs. My dress and then my bra fell to the ground, giving Eric more skin to caress. His lips drifted down my neck, over my breasts, kisses like sparks on my nipples. I felt fire everywhere he touched, but what really drove me crazy was feeling thick stiff cock straining through his pants against my pussy. I started moving my hips back and forth, increasing the stimulation, but it still wasn't enough. I had been waiting hours to get some relief, and if I was going to get it, I needed to get that thing inside me. Eric must have had the same idea because he swiftly scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom. There, he dumped me onto the bed and dropped his pants. His thick stiff dick sprang to attention. My mouth began to water, not to mention the juices flowing between my legs. Eric looked at me with a cocksure grin. "You want this, don't you?" he said stroking his twitching of his cock. "I want this," I repeated, mesmerized. "Say it louder," approaching me on the bed. "I want this." "What do you want?" "Fuck me," I said. "I want you to fuck me like the dirty slut I am." "That's what I like to hear," he said. With that he took hold of the strings of my thong and removed the final barrier between the two of us. The cool air blowing over my soaking wet groin made me shiver. Or maybe it was just anticipation. Eric climbed on top of me and began to slide his cock between my puffy pink labia, getting it nice and lubricated. Each time he glided over my clit, I cried out as a jolt of lightning coursed through my body. I started lifting my hips trying desperately to increase the sensation. It still wasn't enough. My whole world was dissolving into a desperate need to get that dick inside me. "What are you waiting for?" I yelled, "FUCK ME!" Eric flashed a self-satisfied smile, then gladly obliged my request. With one deep thrust, he buried the full length of his shaft inside me. I could taste fire, my skin boiled, the light in my eyes shattered into all the colors of the rainbow as my senses were overwhelmed. I didn't know whether the girl I had become was a virgin, but it was still my first time. And I was hooked immediately. With all the charms of this body, I had gotten a man to give me exactly what I wanted. I was on the brink of orgasm just at the thought. Then Eric thrust again. I hadn't thought it was possible, but the sensation I had felt only intensified. It happened again with the next thrust. And soon Eric was pumping in and out at a furious rate. My mind started to be absorbed into the sensations?I could no longer recognize shapes, discern sounds, form words. I was all shuddering limbs and desperate moans. Just when I thought my racing heart might explode, the dam broke. Fluids flowed from my pussy and with one shrill scream, I experienced my first female orgasm. "You are one crazy bitch," Eric said. "It's hot. Meanwhile, I shuddered and moaned as I came down from the high. As a man, getting off generally meant the night was over, or there was at least going to be a short rest. But with a woman, that wasn't the case, and Eric hadn't gotten off yet. Suddenly, I felt his strong grip around my waist as he flipped me over on the bed. "Come on, baby," he said, stick that ass in the air." Still recovering, I allowed him do guide me into a crouched position, enjoying his rough hands on my soft round cheeks. When I felt the tip of his cock pressed against my pussy from behind, I finally realized what was about to happen. Seconds later, we were going at it doggy style, and I felt another orgasm building. I soon lost count of how many times I got off. Eric seemed to know exactly how to drive a girl wild, and he had incredible stamina. Each new position was a tidal wave of overwhelming sensations. Already, delirious with pleasure, I began to lose sense of the series of events. I vaguely remember the feel of hot cum running down my face and into my mouth before I finally drifted off into a contented sleep. For the second day in a row, I woke up in that purple room. Already, its trappings and clutter seemed familiar to me. Seeing the various articles of my outfit from last night scattered around the room, reminded me of the events of the date and the vigorous exertions with which it had ended. I had surprised myself by being not only willing, but aggressive I had been. Not even a full day as a woman, and I had dragged a man into my bed. A wide smile spread over my face as I remembered every pleasurable sensation I had experienced. I had gotten good and fucked. And I had loved every minute of it. I was already looking forward to doing it again. That was when I realized that there was no sign of Eric. The spot beside me was empty, there were no men's clothes in the room, and no sound came from the outside the room. Naked, I climbed out of bed and explored. As I suspected, the whole apartment was empty. Though I myself had snuck out of numerous women's rooms in the middle of the night, but it was still a surprise to realize that someone had done the same to me. After all the anxiety, anticipation, preparation, it was done. So sudden. So abrupt. Of course, Eric may have snuck out, but he lived just down the hall. A strange urge I couldn't explain came over me to get to track Eric down and get an explanation. I quickly threw on some clothes, fresh panties, leggings, and an oversized t-shirt, and stormed down the hall toward Eric's apartment. What I was doing was crazy, but I couldn't stop myself. My hand clutched the knob and turned. The door was unlocked. I could hear what was happening before I even opened the door, but I was still startled when I opened that door and saw Eric plowing into some blonde bimbo. They were going at it so intensely?and screaming so loudly while doing it?that they hadn't even noticed I came in. I didn't know whether to interrupt them or leave or what. But before I had a chance, something strange happened. There was a flash of blue light and suddenly Eric and the girl stopped fucking. I thought they had finally noticed me, but I quickly realized that they weren't moving at all. Then I heard a sinister chuckle from behind me? "Well how do you like that? The pretty little bitch got screwed over." "Selena?" I had turned around to see her just inside the door behind me. Only she looked different. She was dressed all in black with a tight corset that showed a deep chasm of cleavage. The outfit was complimented by black nail polish, lipstick and eye shadow. The look might have seemed comically clich? if it weren't for the change in her attitude. With a hand on her cocked hip and a savage sneer, she seemed like an entirely different person. "Not what you were expecting? Don't worry, they're just temporarily paused. They can't see or hear us." she said with a sharp edge to her voice. "What the hell's going on here?" I asked. "Don't like it?" she asked. "Funny. You know, I didn't like it when a certain stuck up son of a bitch did the same thing to me." "What?" "I told you that you would understand how I felt." "You told me . . ." I thought again of that words that had come to me from my dream. "You mean that was real?" "Oh it was real," she said. "That was the night I made you into this." "You did what?" Selena reached into the deep folds of her cleavage and pulled out a necklace, from which dangled a flickering blue gemstone. "You really shouldn't break a witch's heart," she said, "especially one who has such a powerful gem as this. One that can alter the very fabric of reality. If you know the right words, of course." "You . . . You're a?" "A witch. That's right. But I'm also a girl who loved Mitch Wagner for years, but never got more than a passing glance. And why not? I guess I just wasn't your type. Wrong clothes, wrong face, wrong body. Instead you took slut after slut to bed, and I had to listen to you fucking them. So, when I came across this little beauty," she swirled the stone around her finger, "the first changes I made were to myself. I became the type of girl you usually went for. And it worked like a charm. Finally, you noticed me. I thought, if I could just get you on a date, you would see how right we were for each other. But no, it didn't even take twenty-four hours before you were with another of your skanky little bitches. When I saw you fucking that slut, I decided right then and there to get revenge; I decided you should feel exactly what I felt. And the only way to do that was to make you into this." "You turned me into a girl? How?" "Turning a man into a woman is child's play for a witch?all you need are a few good potions. The real trick was altering reality so that you had always been that way, and to make sure that Eric had asked you out. Manipulating him was easy. He's almost as big a player as you are. And how sweet it was of you to come to me for help! It just gave me more time to work changes on your mind. 'This is what you want.' Remember?" "This is what I want," I repeated, the hypnotism of the words still potent in my mind. "That's right, " Selena sneered. "And you did want it bad, didn't you? I've got a crystal ball that let me watch the whole thing?the way you completely threw yourself at him. Who knew you'd make such a good slut. After that, the rest was all too easy. It took just a little bit of hypnotism to get this floozy into Eric's bed, just a couple hours after he left yours. And look how well they're getting along." With a wave of her hand and another flash of blue light, Eric and the girl were animate again, continuing their rhythmic thrusts and grunts as if they had never stopped. "Don't worry," Selena said, "they still can't see or hear us. We can just sit back and enjoy the view." She watched me with a sadistic grin on her face. I was once again speechless. It was so much to process, so much that didn't even seem possible. "How does it feel? Seeing someone else with what you want? Look at it. This is what you want." She was smiling in triumph at my flushed face, delighted with the grief and rage that she imagined must be bubbling inside of me. "This is what I want," I mumbled. Like a true witch, Selena cackled in fiendish delight. "And how does that make you feel?" I answered: "Horny." Selena's glee dissipated immediately. "What." The truth was, my face was not flushed with jealousy, but with arousal. I had even begun absentmindedly rubbing at my own crotch. "This is what I want," I said, my voice now lusty with desire. My gaze was still fixed on the fornicating couple. As I watched their rhythmic motions, I realized that I no longer desired Eric, though the sex had been fantastic. Nor did I desire to be in his place, a virile man pumping into a sexy woman the way I used to. No, what I wanted was to be like her?freely impaling myself on the cock of a man whose name I don't even care to know, and who doesn't care about mine. I wanted to be the sort of girl who had passionate, wild, one night stands with any guy up to the task. And seeing Eric with this bimbo meant that what he and I had done last night was exactly that. The thought was so intense that I started to get off on it. "What's the matter with you?" Selena yelled. But a high, girlish squeal, the sort I had become perfectly accustomed to hearing from my lips, was the only reply that I gave her as a cascade of pleasure poured over me. "No," Selena growled, "this isn't how it's supposed to happen. You're supposed to be devastated." "Sorry to disappoint," I sighed while catching my breath. Selena was flummoxed. Her spell had worked too well. While working her magic, she had convinced me, "This is what I want." And somehow, whether through her own overeager intentions, through the inherent ambiguity of language, or through some devilish whim of the magic she had conjured, what she had convinced me that I wanted was not just a date with Eric, but that I also wanted everything else she had planned for me: for that date to be a one night stand. Maybe that idea even embedded itself into the way I already felt about sex, making the desire even stronger. I don't know how it happened, but once I realized that my greatest desire was having random hook-ups, the thought was strangely satisfying. Selena must have been realizing what had gone wrong. It was almost sad to see her grappling with the fact that all her plans had come to nothing. She just stood there gaping while Eric and his date continued fucking in the background. As hot as it made me to watch them go at it, I decided to move on. After all, it was Saturday, and I had already started thinking about what I would wear to the club that night to get laid. I licked the pussy juices off my fingers, giving Selena a wink as I did, then turned to walk away. "Not so fast," she bellowed, following me into the hall. I had frozen in my tracks, unable to move. An invisible force spun me around to face Selena. There was fire in her eyes, and the hall seemed darker around her, despite the ghastly light coming off of that jewel she held. "My plan to crush your heart may have failed, but I can still crush you!" There were moments where I had been frightened?waking up as a woman, realizing just how much she had manipulated my life (to say nothing of my body)?but this was the first time I had felt true terror. The ground started shaking, I could hear what sounded like thunder roaring around me, Selena had begun to float into the air?her clothes and hair billowing and the stone in her hand blazing. Her voice rang out like a gong with strange syllables that I could not recognize. She raised the jewel above her head ominously. But just when I thought I was about to meet my death, there was a tremendous cracking noise. Selena collapsed on the ground, and I was able to move again. As the lighting in the hall returned to normal, I could the stone that had been the source of her power lying on the ground in several pieces. "What?" she mumbled as she sat up. Then her eyes fell on the shards lying around her. "No," she said, "No, no, it can't be. This isn't possible!" She frantically, desperately grasped at the pieces, still babbling in her strange language. But somehow, now, the words sounded like a silly gibberish. Selena, moments ago so terrifying, now looked pathetic. "No," she said as tears began to fall. "No, it's not fair. You're supposed to be miserable, not me." Her voice began to trail off as she repeated, "Not me, not me, not me." It was hard for me to feel bad for the bitch who had not only screwed around with my entire life, but had also just tried to kill me, but I couldn't just leave her there either. I approached, admittedly with caution, but held out my hand?the hand she had created?to help her up. But she looked up at me with hollow, angry eyes. She seemed like a vague shadow of the woman she had been, but she had enough vigour left to smack my hand away. "Don't touch me, bitch," she spat. "Just leave me alone." I gladly obliged and returned to my room. I never saw Selena again. I'd like to think she found a way to be happy, but somehow I doubt it. Even if I had fallen in love with her after our first date, I don't think she would have been happy. She had the wrong outlook on life?too focused on trying to shape the world to fit her idea of happiness instead of taking the happiness that was available to her. Me? Well I'm still all about taking the happiness to come to me. Selena may have messed with my body and my head, but she couldn't change that. In fact, because of her changes, I might be even happier. I am a beautiful woman who gets all the sex I want, and I fucking love the way it feels in this body. Maybe someday I'll change my mind and want to settle down, but for now, I'm happy.