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After. I rolled over and hit my alarm. I wasn't even sure why I kept setting it. The bed felt warm and soft, like a nest. I rolled up into a fetal position feeling the fabric glide across my hairless soft skin.The feeling was wonderful. I never thought the sensation of lounging in bed couldn't be any better but now I knew it could. I rolled onto my back and stretched out, yawning as I did so. I felt my breasts moving around on my chest and then settle on either side nearer my armpits. I normally wore a bra to bed because I was concerned about my large breasts becoming saggy but last night my breasts were sore for some reason and so I decided to sleep without one. I brought my shoulders and arms together which pushed my boobs together and took some of the weight off my skin. But they were still sore. I lay there thinking about the last two months. I felt amazing. Better than I had in years. I really wanted to stay in bed, I had done that a lot since that day but I knew I had stuff to do today so I flung back the covers. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at myself. Bright red hair fell across my face and into my eyes. With a newly practiced motion I moved the hair back behind my ear. I looked down at my smooth legs with their pale skin and dainty feet. I couldn't remember when I had decided to have my toenails painted but I still thought they looked good. What struck me this morning was how far from the end of the bed my feet were. I knew I was shorter than before but I was still surprised by how much shorter I was. I rolled over to the side of the bed, letting my legs dangle over the side while my breasts swayed back and forth from the movement. I slipped off the edge, gently dropping the final few inches onto the carpet. I walked across the room to the bathroom. My bladder was aching with the need to empty itself. I pulled down my panties and enjoyed the relief as I relaxed and allowed the urine to spray out of me and into the toilet bowl. The force of the stream was high and I seemed to be done quicker than i used to be. I took paper and wiped myself, but I seemed to be much wetter than normal down there. Bringing the paper out of the bowl I was shocked to see it covered in blood. For a moment I almost panic'd until I realized that this is not an unusual situation for a young woman. Just because this was my first period did not mean that I was allowed to freak out. I took a moment to compose myself and then took another handful of paper to try and clean myself up. It had obviously started last night sometime because there was blood all over my panties and inside of my thighs. After a moment I realized I was going to have to take a shower to get totally clean. I did the best I could with the paper but then gave up, pulled off my underwear and stood up. I wasn't sure what to do or how leaky I would be so I just tried to keep my thighs pressed together as I waddled around the bathroom looking for one of my ex's old pads. All I could find was half a box of tampons but I figured it was better than nothing. I left them on the counter and turned on the shower behind me. I noticed that I felt kinda gross and bloated like I had gas. I wondered if this was how woman felt on their periods or if I was just imagining it now that I knew I was having a period myself. I slipped the t shirt I had been sleeping in over my head and climbed into the shower. I had learnt to get in facing away from the spray to avoid the shock of the water on my sensitive nipples. The water felt amazing on my skin and I was soon lost in thought as I soaped myself up. This had all started over a stupid argument with my ex girlfriend. We had been sitting watching TV when a report came on about one of the feminist movements that are around today making a huge issue about something or another. I mentioned that I thought that women were getting a little crazy about all this now a days. Finding fault and persecution where there was none. She had gotten angry and accused me of being a misogynistic. I got angry and called her a FeminNazi. She went super quiet and just sat and seethed as we continued watching TV. An hour, and a couple of beers, later I made a comment about the attractiveness of one of the female presenters. I'm not sure of the exact words I used but I think the phrase "nice big set of tits" was in there somewhere. I had never seen Anna so furious. She screamed that I was a pig with no respect for women and no idea what it was like to deal with the daily struggle of being a woman. She stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door. I tried to talk to her through the door but she never replied. After a few hours of trying I decided to give up and go to bed. I had woken up the next morning covered in some sort of sweet smelling liquid. When I went to wash off in the bathroom there was a simple not from Anna which read; 'You try it. Goodbye forever. Anna.' All of her stuff was missing from the apartment and her key was on the kitchen table. I was upset but also a little pissed that she would leave me over such a stupid thing. But I dressed and went to work and tried not to think about it. While I was at work I began to feel ill and went to the restroom where I discovered that, not only did I seem to be developing breasts, but also my cock was shrinking. I made my excuse and went to see my doctor. She was no help at all, assuming it was some type of hormone imbalance and fobbing me off with a referral to a specialist for some tests. I arrived home feeling like crap and went to bed. I had woken up like this the next day. I had been 25 years old, 5'10" with a thickly muscled body from years of sports. I was richly tanned, handsome and never had trouble attracting women. when I woke up that morning I found that I was now a 5'2" girl, looking to be around my same age. My face was now pretty but not stunning, with freckles and green eyes. My body had changed from the strong muscular body of an athlete to the soft, slightly rounded body of a person who never really did much exercise. Of course I had been shocked at first but then I had become distracted by the sudden appearance of large boobs on my chest. I had spent most of that day playing with them. At first I just rubbed, squeezed and pinched them to see how that felt but that had soon got me very aroused and I hadn't felt ready to go further and so I had then gotten up and stood before the mirror, striking sexy poses and shaking my chest for my own amusement. Of course later I had explored my crotch and discovered that I was a full woman. That had taken up the next few days. Of course I was shocked and stunned at my transformation. I had tried unsuccessfully to call Anna but there was no sign of her. I had no idea how she had done this or if she could change me back. My employer was not happy to receive a phone call from me pretending to be Anna, telling them that I had come down with a horrible illness and would be out sick for a while but it was the only thing I could think to do. I started off by holing up in my apartment trying to work this out but in the end I had to leave to get food. I dressed in my old sweats, which barely fit me and went to the store. After that seemed to go well I ventured out again and bought some clothes that fit me, including bras and panties. I tried to buy things that wouldn't show me off too much but it was hard. Since then I had tried to find Anna. I looked everywhere. I even went to the bars and clubs she likes. That was really tricky, I spent almost my whole time there fending off drunk guys and getting my butt grabbed. In the end I barely get the chance to look around. When I got home I found three different guys numbers in the rear pockets of my jeans. I had no luck, it was like she had vanished off of the planet. My skin felt almost un-really soft. My hands glided along my body as I washed myself down in the shower. Using the shower was definitely a new more interesting experience since I had changed. My whole body feels amazing as I run my hands all over. I rub my breasts as the water rinses the soap off of them, my nipples are hard as rock. In the first weeks I would have been masturbating myself at this point but now the arousal over my boobs just isn't there. I'm just washing them. My breasts. On my chest. Nothing new. I use the shower head to wash the dried blood form between my legs. as the spray hits the more sensitive parts of my pussy, small electric shocks flash across my body. Again, a week ago I would have already been half way to an earth shattering orgasm but now I feel bloated and not really in the mood. After I finish in the shower I get out, wrap myself in a towel and sit on the toilet seat. The instructions on the box of tampons that I found is quite graphic. I find myself standing, bent over with one foot on the toilet seat trying to slide a little while tube into my vagina. Being penetrated was no longer a new thing. But deliberately leaving an object inside myself felt wrong. I tried to relax but I could feel it in there and it was distracting as hell. I dried myself off as I waddled back to the bedroom trying not to think about the tampon. I sat on the bed and dried my hair off with the towel. Having long hair is a pain in the ass. At first I just brushed it out of the way or tied it back with a band but it in the end it got greasy and gross looking. I went to a hair dresser so that they could cut it all off but the stylist somehow convinced me that my hair was too beautiful to cut off and that I would regret it. So I had them wash and style it, then came home and googled how to care for my long locks. I've done a lot of googling of things in the last weeks. Clothes, underwear, how to transform a woman back into a man, how to get a new identity. Lots. It's actually amazing how much you can learn from youtube. One day I will have to do something to thank the online transgender community, because without them I would look a terrible sight. Even silly things like the fact that girls don't tend to do the "chin nod" thing that guys will do to acknowledge each other from a distance in public. I learned about dressing, make up and even deportment from all the youtube videos posted by transgender girls. As I pulled on my jeans I noticed that I was hungry, so I padded over to the kitchen and put some bread in the toaster. I saw myself in the hallway mirror as I trotted back to the bedroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. A short redhead, topless with her large breasts hanging from her chest and her damp hair curled and wild over her head and shoulders. I turned to face my reflection. Placing one arm on my hip and leaning with the other on the door frame. Doing my best rough, tough cowboy impression. "Hey there, cutie," I say to my reflection in as deep a voice as I can muster. "How you doing?" I change positions to a more feminine one with my hand clasped behind my back, swinging my hips slightly. "I'm doing great," I reply to myself in my new girlish tones. "Wanna buy me a drink?" I return to my cowboy stance. "Well, that depends," I say with a growl. "How's about you show me a little shake, missy." I put my arms back behind me, then bring one hand up to cover my mouth I give a little stage giggle. Then I lean forward, causing my boobs to swing out and hang off of my chest, then I shake my shoulders and watch my tits swing and jiggle on my chest sexily. The violent movement of my chest gets uncomfortable fast so I stop and stand up straight again, gently cupping my sore breasts. "You're such a slut," I say to myself and laugh I returned to my bedroom and fumbled around for a moment to put my bra on. It really helped to relieve the pressure on my back and stop my boobs from bouncing around as much. Pulling on a tshirt I thought about what I was going to do today. I had a lot of problems to deal with. So far not having any ID or paperwork hadn't caused too much of an issue, but I had a feeling that I had just been lucky. I had a meeting with the lawyer I had been working with later in the afternoon. I also figured I'd swing by the book store that Anna worked at, maybe I'd get lucky. I grabbed my wallet, sunglasses and keys and headed out. I had been using the bus more than driving so I could avoid any unwanted trouble if I got pulled over by the cops. I had gotten used to the walk to the bus stop and the more sedate form of travel. But as I rounded the corner I saw that the bus was already at the stop so I broke into a sprint. I realized my mistake almost as soon as I started running. This bra was nowhere near up to the task of controlling my bosom while I ran for the bus. I could feel my breasts violently bouncing up and down, by the time I reached the bus I was having to hold them still in both hands. I smiled awkwardly at the driver as I climbed aboard, thankful that it was a female driver. But as I walked down the bus I couldn't help noticing the eyes of men on the bus checking me out. I was starting to get used to this and ignore them but the fact that I knew I'd just given them a good show, made me angry at myself. Having no legal ID was a real problem. I had been forced to talk to a lawyer about the situation. I had tried to be vague with the detail but in the end I had had to explain what had happened. Of course he thought I was crazy. However I was paying him so he explained that it would be tricky to get ID. First I would have to convince a judge that I was me, the male me. That would be almost impossible and I also ran the risk of being placed in a mental institute because of me story. It sounded like a non-starter to me but the lawyer seemed to think it could be done if I was willing to risk it. I'd asked around and didn't get any luck with fake ID. At least not that I would be able to use without fear of getting caught. I had to get this fixed and as soon as possible or I was in trouble. I told the lawyer I'd be willing to give it a go. The lawyer had suggested I try and contact a doctor because having them back me up might help with the court system. He gave me a number and I went to the office he had given me. The doctor had seemed nice and did a better job of covering the fact that she thought I was crazy. She interviewed me and asked me a lot of personal questions about my old life. Asked for a ton of details, quickly I worked out that once she got as much info as she could from me, she would go away and check it. See if it lined up. We had done this a few times over the last few weeks and, every time, she seemed more and more convinced that I was telling the truth. At our last meeting she handed me a letter which stated that in her professional opinion I was transgender and should live as a woman and be allowed to change my name and gender on my ID. "I'm not sure exactly why you left it so long in your transition to talk to anyone but you are obviously telling the truth. This should convince the courts that you are who you say you are," the Doctor told me. "Thank you. You've been very helpful." I smiled in reply but I wasn't sure how this had worked. She smiled and shook my hand, offering me a congratulations on my "new life". A quick exit could not be quick enough, I was paranoid that I would say something to fuck this up. I rushed back to the lawyer, who took the letter and said he would get the paperwork finalized. I told him I'd be back next week and he told me it should be all done by then. By the time it came out it was almost evening time. I decided to swing by Anna's book store. It was a little out of the way on the other side of town. As I walked up to it I said a quiet prayer that I would find Anna inside and she could change me back. The inside was warm and cozy, the girl behind the counter smiled at me. "Hi there, how are you doing?" She smiled. She was cute in a nerdy kinda way. A little mousey but I'm sure could be a little fire cracker if she wanted to. "I'm doing well, thank you." I smiled back. "Can I help you find anything in particular?" she asked as she walked around the counter. "Actually, I was looking for an old friend of mine. Her names Anna. Have you seen her lately?" I said as I crossed my fingers. "Anna? Yeah, I saw her the other day but she hasn't been in since. Do you want me to pass on a message?" she offered. I simply asked her to let her know that I had been looking for her and it was very important that she get in touch with me as soon as possible. The girl wrote down the fake name that gave her and my phone number. I decided to look around while I was here and found some good books, I bought two and then started to make my way home. The bus was busy and by the time I arrived at my stop it was dark. I hopped off the bus with my bag of books and began the last little walk home. As I walked towards my street I heard what sounded like a child crying in and alleyway. I fumbled with my phone as I went to investigate. The dim light from my cell barely lit the area but I could see someone huddled under a blanket. I stepped into the alley and began to lift the edge of the blanket. "Are you ok?" I asked the figure. Suddenly I was hit from behind and found myself sprawling across the floor of the alley landing painfully on my chest. I rolled onto my back, marveling at the amount of pain stemming from my breasts. I could see almost nothing in the darkness of the alleyway, but a figure was quickly on top of me, trying to force his hand over my mouth while another hand pulled at my tshirt. "Hey, her wallets not in her bra, dude!" A male voice said from the darkness. "Shut the fuck up, pussy. She's a great catch and I'm gonna take whatever I want," said the man on top of me. I felt my t shirt rip and a hand move down to my belt. I was going to be raped. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I had never even thought of what to do in this situation. I froze. This was really happening. What were women suppose to do in this situation? I tried to scream but his filthy hand was plastered across my mouth. I tried to punch the man but my fists just seemed to bounce off him without effect. I felt my belt come undone and he began working on my jeans. In a fit of panic I opened my mouth wide and then bit as hard as I could into the mans hand. He screamed in pain and reared up off of me for a moment. I seized the opportunity and tried to get away but a hand cupped my face and the last thing I remember was the cracking sound as my skull bounced off of the cement. I woke in the back of an ambulance. The paramedic was sitting beside me, checking my vitals and talking to his partner. He noticed I was awake. "Hi, how are you doing?" he asked. "My head hurts," I said. "What happened?" "You were attacked but the police found you before they could do anything awful," he explained. I reached up and felt a large bump on my head. "Am I ok?" I asked. "I'm not a doctor but as far as I can tell you're going to be fine," the medic said. "OK, then I want to go home," I told him. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," he said gravely. We argued back and forth but in the end I made it clear that I would not be going to the ER unless I was under arrest. In the end he made me sign a bunch of paperwork but told me I could go. While I was signing stuff he went and got the police officer who had saved me. I took the opportunity to slip out of the ambulance before I was asked any more difficult questions. I made my way back to my apartment and locked the door behind me. I walked to the sofa and collapsed down. Tears rolled down my face. I had never felt more helpless and scared in my life. I cleaned myself up, scrubbing myself until I was raw and then placed all my clothes in a trash bag to throw away. I double and triple checked the locks on my doors and windows. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a knife from the kitchen. I placed the knife under the pillow and drank the whiskey while I watched as much comedy on TV as I could find. I woke up the next day to a loud knocking on my front door. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes but was surprised that I didn't have a hang over. When I found the bottle in the bed covers I saw why, it looked like I'd only managed to drink around three shots before i passed out. I got nervous about who was at my door and grabbed the knife. Throwing on my robe, I crossed to the door. "Who is it?" I called out. "Police. We'd like to ask you some questions," came the reply. I was instantly frantic. I couldn't think what to say. "Could you please hold your ID up?" I said finally. I took a step forward and looked through the spy hole in the door to see a close up view of a police badge and ID card. I reached down and put the knife on the table by the door and undid the latch. The door swung open. The officer standing on the other side was young and in very good shape. I felt strange but couldn't place the feeling. I suddenly felt hot and slightly short of breath. "Can I come in, Miss?" The cop asked and I realized I had been standing, just staring at him in silence. I stepped to one side and let him in. He smiled and entered, looking around. "Sorry to disturb you, my name is Officer Green. So why did you ditch out on the ambulance crew last night?" He asked with a smile as he turned to face me. As he tuned his eyes fell on the knife that was right next to me on the table. A chill filled the room for a moment. I took a slow step away from where the knife was. "Do you mind if I move this?" the officer said as he moved over and picked up the knife and moved it on the the kitchen nook, away from both of us. "They make me a little nervous." I smiled nervously but my mind was racing. The silence stretched out. "Miss? You were the woman who was attacked last night, right?" he prompted. "Er, yes. I was," I said. "Ok. I was the officer who stopped the attack and I wanted to talk to you last night but you bolted from the ambulance. Why?" he asked a little more sternly. My mind was a mess, I couldn't think what to tell him. "I don't have any ID at the moment," I admitted. "Ok, that's no problem. Whats your name?" He smiled. "I don't know," I mumbled. "What do you mean, you don't know?" He looked confused. "I'm in the middle of changing my name," I said. "Ok, what was your old name?" I gave him my old male name and he just stared blankly at me. The silence rose again and this time I thought I was drowning in it. "I... used to be a man," I stuttered. The cop looked shocked for a moment but covered it nicely. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone and began to tap something into it. He looked up once or twice and then showed me a picture of my male self. "You're telling me, that's you?" he asked incredulously. "Er, yeah." I smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, but you look nothing like this man. Nothing at all." He looked angry. I was struck with an idea. It was a HUGE chance but it was all I could think of. I burst into tears. "Oh, thank you!" I sobbed. "That's so nice of you to say. I spent so much time and effort trying to forget that I ever looked like that man. I'm so sorry for crying. It's been a really emotional week. I finally got the paperwork to change my ID and then I was attacked. I just don't know how to cope with it all. But you're being so nice." It seemed to have worked, the cop's hard exterior broke and he took a step closer as if he wanted to comfort me but was trying to be professional. "I'm really sorry, Miss. I didn't want to upset you. You really don't' look anything like yourself...I mean...what you used to look like...I mean...that man," he stammered. "You're not just saying that?" I chanced a little prodding. "No, no. You're beautiful. I would never have guessed in a million years," He stated. "But just to be official, do you have any proof, like, on paper that I could put on file?" I was back at full panic mode again but then I realized I did. I showed him the paperwork from the doctor and the lawyer. He excused himself, stepped to the other side of the room and made some phone calls. When he came back he was smiling. "Well, everything checks out, Miss," he said. "But I do need to ask some more questions about last night." He asked about what had happened and I told him everything. I told him how I knew it was stupid but I still wasn't used to how careful I needed to be now a days. He wrote a bunch of notes but then explained that I would have to press charges and give evidence at the trial if I wanted the two men to got to prison. I told him I didn't feel comfortable giving evidence but he reassured me. After this interview we just sat and chatted. He seemed nice and not at all put off by my admission of my previous gender. I tried to steer the conversation away from that topic and the previous night. We found common ground in music and goofy movies so I tried to hang around these subjects as much as possible. After an hour or so he looked at his watch and announced that he needed to get back to work. We stood and he extended his hand to shake. I took his hand but as soon as we touched I felt the need to be closer to him. Without thinking I stepped forward and gave him a hug. He hugged back and I felt my stomach do a black flip. "So if you think of anything else or need someone to talk to..." he said as he handed me a card with his number printed on it. "Thanks," I took the card and I felt my face glow red. After he left I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me but I spent the rest of the day floating around my apartment in a great mood. Around a week later I was standing in front of a very suspicious judge as I swore on a bible and obtained my new ID with my new female name. Jenny. I had spent a few days trying to think of my new name but in the end Jenny just kept popping into my head. So it stuck. A few days after my visit to court I was thinking of Officer Green and decided to call him. I told him I was fine but had been thinking about how nice he'd been and wondered if he would let me treat him to a drink. He seemed surprised but happy to get the invite. We met that first night and it was great. His name was Neil. He was funny, smart and the perfect gentleman. I was still getting weird feelings around him that I was unsure what to make of. At the end of the night he walked me to my door and asked if he could see me again. I mumbled a non committal yes but once I was safe in my apartment I could not help but smile at the idea of seeing him again. A few days later we met at a local bar. It was nice to have a drink in a bar again without guys bothering me. We drank and laughed into the night. He was so much fun. All night my stomach had been doing back- flips and as we drank I found myself moving closer and closer. At one point, while staring at his lips as he spoke, I wondered what it would be like to lean in and kiss him. The thought freaked me out so I excused myself and went to the ladies room. I still felt like a perv going to the ladies room but I didn't have much choice anymore. I stared at myself in the mirror and tried to get a grip on myself. I looked down and noticed for the first time that I seemed to have "accidently" worn the tightest and most revealing of my t shirts tonight. I reached up and adjusted my breasts in my bra which just made them look bigger. I asked myself what I was doing and what exactly I wanted from this guy. As I thought about the question I felt a warmth spread from my groin. I ran to a stall, undid my jeans and felt wetness between my legs. "Oh shit! This guy has given me a....a lady boner," I said to myself. "Lady boner? That's hilarious!" said a drunk woman in the stall next to me. I did up my jeans and rushed back outside. Neil was waiting with another round of drinks. I jumped up onto the stool, over energized by nervous energy and alcohol. I pounded my drink and then grabbed his hand and lead him to the dance floor. I had never been a dancer but I thought that it might help me burn off these weird feelings. We danced for a couple of song and then, to my horror, a slow tune began. Neil put his arms loosely around me and pulled me into his embrace. I could smell his musk and feel his tight muscles in his big arms. I felt light headed and the warmth in my groin spread up to my breasts. I could feel my nipples grow hard. I felt like I was going to loose my mind, I had never felt like this before. We danced and drank until the bar closed and then we got a cab back to my apartment. As last time he walked me to the door, but this time as I turned to say goodnight he bent forward and kissed me. My brain exploded. My vision swam. My lungs burned. It felt like I had the most insistent erection of my life in my jeans. I was worried my breasts would burn him as I pressed against his chest. Then it ended and my brain signed off. My lust took over. "Would you like to come in for a drink?" I asked. "I think I've had enough, thanks." He smiled. "Would you like a coffee?" I tried. "Thanks but I'm good," he replied. I gave up and took a step forwards drawing his head down so I could whisper in his ear. "If you don't get in here, tear my clothes off and fuck me until I scream, right now....I will never call you again," I whispered. He pulled back in surprise. I smiled as big and cheesey as I could. "Really?" he asked. "Are you sure?" "I said RIGHT NOW" I sang as I turned and skipped into my apartment, knowing that the sight of my jiggling tits and bouncy ass would be too much to resist. When I stopped in the doorway to the bedroom I stopped and turned around to see he had indeed followed me into my place. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I asked. He smiled and stormed towards me, scooping me up and carrying me into my room. He dropped me on my bed and began to take his shirt off. HIs toned chest looked incredible in the shadow of the dim light. Part of my brain could not get over the fact that I was actually doing this. The other half of my brain, the much louder part, was screaming to touch him. I stood up on my knees and ran my hands over his smooth hard muscles, I lent forward and kissed across his chest and began to lick his hard nipple. I felt his hands comb through my hair and as they gently stroked my neck I wondered if I had ever felt as turned on. While I continued to kiss up and down his chest I undid my bra, then reared back to remove it, along with my t shirt. I felt my breasts bounce as the t shirt pulled them up and then suddenly released it's hold on them. Neil's hands stroked down over my shoulders and down my back. I looked up and he kissed me. I felt faint and energized at the same time. The feel of his lips on mine, his rough stubble against my soft skin. It felt like heaven. His hands moved around and gently cupped my heaving breasts. Breath caught in my throat when he began to tease my nipple. I could feel the warmth in my groin growing rapidly. I reached down and began to unbuckle his pant. They were tight and took a little effort to pull down but when they finally gave way, I lost my balance and found myself falling forward. He braced himself and stopped me from falling off of the bed. I found myself pressed against him with my face inches away from his erect penis. "You saved me. Again!" I smiled awkwardly up at him and he smiled back. "Let me thank you properly this time." Without thinking I moved myself around and plunged my mouth onto his cock. It felt odd at first, hot and hard but also kinda spongy. It tasted salty, like sweat but with something different. I again felt his fingers gently stroking my hair as I bobbed up and down, sucking and licking his dick. "I have another mans penis in my mouth!" I suddenly found myself thinking, I paused in shock. Neil, with no idea what I was thinking about, chose that moment to start massaging my ears. The feeling was electric and drove me wild. The traitorous thoughts instantly evaporated from my mind and I resumed my sucking with a new vigor. I undid my jeans and squeezed my hand down and into my panties. They were soaked. I peeled back the thin material and began to stroke my vaginal lips. I desperately wanted to finger myself but something told me to wait. To wait for him. He had begun to moan and I looked up, catching his eye and smiling. I slowed my sucking and began to gently kiss the head of his cock. "So *kiss* I believe *kiss* there was talk *kiss* of fucking me, Officer?" I teased. "I'm not an Officer right now, but I would gladly provide you with a good 'fucking' if you'd like, ma'am," Neil grinned back. I released his cock and reclined on the bed, kicking my Jeans off, I spread my legs, exposing my dripping sex for him. The breeze in the room ran across my pussy and I gasped, then cupped my groin with my hands which squeezed my tits together, causing them to balloon out from my chest. "I could get used to that view," Neil said. "We'll see about that, big boy." I grinned, reached up and jiggled my boobies for his pleasure. Neil reached down to his pants and pulled out a condom. "Prepared, I like that!" I said as I inwardly berated myself for never having thought of using protection. I mean, was I trying to get pregnant? Stupid, stupid! He rolled the condom into place and then climbed down onto the bed, positioning himself between my open legs. His hands came down on either side of my body as I felt the tip of his cock brush gently against my outer lips. "Oh, my god. I'm really gonna let him do this," I thought. I was sacred to death but also excited at the same time. I felt his weight on my lower half, pressing me into the bed. the tip of his cock pushed into my waiting vagina. The feeling of being stretched was amazing but then he pulled back and stroked my outer lips with his cock. It still felt amazing but I longed to have that stretching feeling back. As I thought this he pushed gently into me again, but just the tip. I was stretched but wanted more. He pulled back again to tease my outer lips. The new feelings coming from my pussy were incredible, but I wanted more. He pushed partially into me several more times, but always only the tip and always returning to stroke my lips with his cock head. I though I was going to explode, the feelings were building to a fever pitch. But at the same time I felt so frustrated. Even when I began to try and buck my hips into his, he would just pull back so that only the very tip of his cock was gently stretching me. In desperation I looked him in the eye and angrily said, "Are you going to fuck me or..." He slammed his cock deep into my virgin hole, cutting off my sentence and causing me to suddenly reach an earth shattering orgasm. But the time I came down from it, I realized that Neil was still fucking me. I could feel his rod pistoning in and out of my pussy. He was leaning down and kissing my neck. I pushed myself up and rolled on top of him as he continued to fuck me. From this position I found that I had a lot more control. I was able to position myself so that the root of his cock rubbed my clitoris at the same time as it stretched my pussy wide. He reached up and played with my breasts, which were bouncing wildly, unrestrained. I had very much enjoyed playing with my own breasts in the past weeks but having Neil play with them was incredible. By the time he came I had build to another orgasm and we both climaxed together. We made love like that for the rest of the evening until we fell asleep in each others arms. I woke up the next day and almost had a heart attack when I found myself cuddled up to a man. But then I remembered all the amazing thing that we had done the night before and found myself thinking about doing it all over again as soon as he woke up. There was a knock on the door and I snuck out to answer it, only pulling on an old t shirt to cover my nakedness. I opened the door to find a slim, scruffy looking, bearded man in thrift store clothing. "Can I help you?" I asked confused. "It's me", the man said in desperation. "It's Anna." I was shocked. "Anna? Really? You look awful." "Yes, its me. Can I come in. We have to help each other!" he looked like he was on the verge of tears. I stepped to the side and allowed the man to enter. He stepped forward and as he walked past me and into the room I couldn't help but notice that he had a very strange way of holding himself and even the way he walked. He had a very ... effeminate manner. He dropped down into the sofa looking miserable. He then pulled his legs up under him Indian style, the way Anna used to do. "Anna? Is that really you?" I asked but she just began to cry. "What happened to us?" Though the tears he told me that after we had our argument, she had been really angry at me and wanted to teach me a lesson. She drove back across town and went to her parents house. She drank a couple of bottles of wine, retired to her bedroom and that's when she found the book. He told me that the book was suppose to be magic. She didn't believe in magic but she had skimmed through the book and found a spell that was suppose to teach the target a lesson by showing them what it was like to walk in the casters shoes for a while. She had drunkenly cast the spell and then passed out. When he woke up as a man, he had freaked out and run down stairs. His parents had been terrified by the stranger babbling in their kitchen and called the police. He had tried to explain but, of course, he sounded like a crazy person. The police had arrested him and he had spent the last month or so in the county psychiatric unit of the jail. "As soon as I was released I came here," he told me. "So what do we do about it?" I asked. "Well, we can reverse the spell, but first we need to get the book from my parents house," he said sounding more hopeful and animated. I nodded my head. "Ok, then what?" "Then I guess we come back here. We need a few things, they're a little gross but you can handle it" He said dismissively. "What things? How gross?" I asked suspiciously. "Ok, but don't go all homophobe on me or we'll never get back," He cautioned. "Part of the potion we need to make includes some of your vaginal juices...and some of my cum. Now I know you won't want to but we have to if you want to change back" "That's ok. I think I can handle a little cum," I said feeling strangely proud after last nights bedroom games. "Really? I thought you'd freak..." As he spoke, Neil came out of the bedroom in his jeans and t shirt. "Morning. Do you mind if I make some coffee while you two chat?" Neil asked. "I'm Neil by the way" "Who the fuck is that?" Anna cried out. "That's Neil, he's my... My new boyfriend," I boldly stated. "I am?" Neil asked with a smile on his face. "Yes, you are. Coffee is in the top cupboard," I replied. Anna slumped further into the sofa and began crying into his hands. I felt bad and tried to explain. "I hadn't seen you in weeks. I figured we were done and Neil is really nice and I began to feel very attracted to him and one thing lead to another and...." "We're stuck like this," Anna interrupted. "Sorry, what?" I was shocked. "I hope you enjoyed him fucking you because we are stuck like this forever," Anna explained. "What are you talking about? Why?" I was suddenly panic'd. "The spell becomes permanent if you sleep with anyone other than me, the one who cast it. I thought you were too macho a guy to allow yourself to have sex but you're glowing, walking bow legged and you have a hot guy in your bedroom," He accused. "Thank you for the complement but what is going on here?" Neil asked from the kitchen. "I am her ex-girlfriend, I swapped our genders with a spell cos I was pissed at her and you just fucked us both. Figuratively and somewhat literally," He explained in an agitated tone. "Ok, look. You need to calm down. I don't know who you are but you're not making sense," Neil said as he came out of the kitchen to stand between Anna and me. I realized he was trying to protect me. I gently put my hand on Neil's hand. "He's telling the truth. I know it sounds crazy but it's true. Neil turned and looked at me for a long moment. "Really?" he said finally. I nodded and he took a step back to stand next to me. We spent the rest of the day going over what had happened to each of us. Slowly Neil began to believe the amazing story we told him. Anna explained that his stay in the jail had been unpleasant to say the least. Still having his female mannerisms had marked him out as gay. So he spent most of his time fending off rape. He had learned pretty quick that men are way quicker to hit another man than they are to strike a women. She had spent a number of nights in the jail clinic following some run in's with other prisoners. Finally she had convince the staff that he was not crazy and that his name was Andrew, and had been released. I told him what I had been doing and when I got to the point in the story where I was attacked, Andrew broke down in tears and we hugged as we both cried. "I'm so sorry that I did this," Andrew cried. I just hugged him. "It's ok. I got used to it and now I'm doing ok." "But what are we going to do?" he asked. "Don't worry. We'll get you an new ID and we can try and explain this to your parents. Things will work out," I assured him. Neil came back into the room with three coffees. "Look, this sound fishy to me but you both seem like your telling the truth and I really like you Jenny, so I'll help any way I can." He lent over and kissed me. Somehow, in that moment, I was very happy to be a woman. I just hoped that Andrew would find the same happiness in being a man.