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Discovering Erica by TGTrinity based on story idea by dgenerateaaron CHAPTER 1: "The Curse" "Aaron, why are you so cold? You should loosen up or something. We're here to have a fucking good time, bro." The question fell on indifferent ears. "It's seven, what fun can there be? This place is full of sad lonely people right now," Aaron replied to his brother. It was the same bar he and his brother had visited sine before they were even legally allowed to drink. Exposed brick lined the walls, while a few pool tables in a fabulous state of disrepair lined the wall. On some nights the bar was the place to be, but right now it was definitely not. "Come on, there's loads of fun to be had, man. See, look over there at that hot chickorito. She's hot, dude." Aaron glanced over and saw a pretty girl sitting alone at a table. She looked like she was in her late twenties like himself, and didn't look as strange as most of the other early drinkers. "Really, Tom? Heather's right here. Why would I want to look at girls when I've got my girlfriend with me?" "I don't know, she looks pretty good to me," Heather added as she sat at the bar next to Aaron. They had been dating for the last five years, and the two couldn't be happier. She was the one who approached Aaron at the same bar they were in years ago, which was surprising as she was easily the hottest girl there that night. Aaron could still remember the way her curly brown hair fell around her face, but had more vivid memories of how her ass had looked in her jeans. "I wouldn't know, I only have eyes for you," Aaron added as he turned his attention to his brother in time to see him roll his eyes. "Either way, you invited us out to hang with you and grab a drink, not to help you get laid." Tom just mumbled something about a stick up an ass before returning to his White Russian. Aaron ignored the comment and requested another drink from the bartender. Heather tapped him on the shoulder as he did, and he glanced over at her. "Hey babe, good work standing up for yourself. You didn't let Tom push you around," she said with a knowing smile. "We're lucky he's in his grumpy drunk phase, because he'll be overly belligerent drunk soon." "Ain't that the truth!" Tom said from the other side of Aaron. "Do you even know what we're talking about, Tom?" "Nope, but I heard my name, and I heard the word "drunk"! That's all I needed to hear." Tom took a swig on his White Russian before Aaron could respond. Aaron just shook his head. Turning towards the intelligent person siting next to him, he asked, "So, how was work today?" "It was alright. The appointments went great and I had a few walk-ins for styling. Nothing too extraordinary." Tom hiccuped loudly. "You still workin' as a barber?" "I'm a stylist, Tom, not a fucking barber." Tom didn't respond other than taking a long, sweeping look around himself. It was unclear whether or not he had heard, or for that matter comprehended, anything. His eyes leapt up, shining brightly, and he turned to face Aaron excitedly. "Ooh, look, man! The hot chickorito is coming this way! She's lookin' at you, dude, score!" Aaron was about to scold his younger brother for multiple reasons but was interrupted when the "hot chickorito" stepped up to him. "Excuse me, but can I buy you a drink?" She offered, her voice a strong alto that almost hung in the air around them. "You look like you need a fresh one." Aaron looked down at his mostly full drink, then looked back up at the mysterious woman. His younger brother was right in describing her as hot, as up close she was rather remarkable. A tiny black dress did little to cover her breasts, and even less to cover her long legs. "Thanks, but my girlfriend here is picking up this round," he said gesturing to Heather and not so subtly dropping the fact that he was already in a relationship. The young woman looked shocked, as if she had never been turned down before. "Oh, sorry. How foolish of me." "Damn straight, ya bitch!" Tom added with fervor, clearly moving on to the overly belligerent drunk phase. "You can't just walk up on my brother like some stupid cunt!" Aaron quickly told Tom to shut the hell up, before turning towards the girl. "I'm so sorry about my brother. He's a bit of an asshole when he's hopped up on his White Russians." "Fuck you both!" the young woman suddenly yelled, her cool demeanor replaced with anger. "How dare you speak to me in such a disrespectful way! I'll have you know that I am the arch-witch Estella, with power you've never even dreamed of! For rejecting me, and incurring my wrath, I curse you!!!" A light burst from above them, and they covered their heads. When they looked up, the young woman was gone. "What the fuck just happened?" Tom asked, the confusion not mixing well with his drinking. "You just got Aaron cursed, you fucking prick" Heather said with a laugh. "Ha! I did get you cursed!" They both shared a laugh, but Aaron didn't join in. There was something about the confident way Estella had spoke. He couldn't put a finger on it, but he felt off. "The next round is on you for provoking her, you bastard," Heather laughed at Tom, before throwing her arm around Aaron. "It's okay, I'm not going to leave you just because you're cursed." "Yeah, whatever..." Aaron said, finally laughing about the strangeness of it all. Tom smiled and slurped down the rest of his White Russian before standing up and yelling "Shots!" CHAPTER 2: "The Subtle Changes" That night, Aaron couldn't stop thinking about the woman from the bar. Even as Heather he and Heather made love, the thoughts persisted. "Oh my God, Aaron, just like that!" She squealed as he plunged his cock deep inside of her. He was finding a rhythm that was somewhat faster than they had typically shared, but it was paying off for heather. "Fuck, Aaron! You're an animal tonight! Oh!" Being inside of the love of his life was amazing, and with each thrust he could feel her gripping him harder and harder. Aaron leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth, their tongues wrapping around each others like they were still in middle school. "Yes! Fuck me just like that, Aaron!" Heather's heels were digging into Aaron's back, and her nails were beginning to dig into his skin as well. The pain only spurned Aaron on, who was now thrusting into Heather as if it was his last opportunity to do so. Her breasts bounced underneath him with each plunge, and the look on her face told him that she was ready to cum. "Yes! Fuck yes!" He felt the familiar feeling of his orgasm building, and soon he was unloading deep inside of her. "Oh!!! Yes!!!" They stayed wrapped in each others arms long after their sexual high had been reached. Aaron found himself panting like he had just ran a marathon, and their bodies were slick with sweat. "Holy shit," Heather said as she kissed his neck lovingly, "that was amazing." "You're telling me..." "I mean, it was like you were possessed," she added with a smile. He rolled off of her and pulled her body close to him. "I know... I don't know what came over me." "Maybe it was that curse," Heather said, chuckling a bit as she did. Arron didn't respond to her, and soon they were resting peacefully in each others arms. The next morning, Aaron was not thinking about the amazing night of passion he and Heather had shared. Instead his only thought as he looked in the mirror was that of bewilderment. He was different. It was definitely his reflection in the mirror, but it was like he was seeing himself for the first time. Subtle changes abounded, from his lightly puffed nipples to the sudden disappearance of most of the hair on his chest. "Hey, Heather," he called from the bathroom, "could you come here a sec?" She shambled into the bathroom, yawning. As her vision swam back into focus, sleep flew from her as she stared at the figure in front of her. "Yeah, honey?" "Is something off about me?" Heather looked at her boyfriend and took him in. He was wearing a pair of black boxers, as he typically did, and his naked chest was still firm and chiseled like the rest of his body. Maybe she was still on a high from the previous night's sexcapades, but she found him to be simply irresistible. "You look great, honey..." She was reaching a hand into his boxers as he continued to take himself in. "I mean, doesn't my hair look longer?" She looked and saw his blonde curls were probably in need of a trim, but nothing super out of the ordinary. "I can give you a quick trim before you leave for work," she said as she wrapped her hand around his stiffing cock. He was ignoring her advances, still fixated on his reflection. "And my chest... It looks like I just waxed it." "I like it," she said with a wicked grin as her free hand moved across his pecs. When her fingers reached his nipple, he felt a sudden jolt of pleasure. "Oh, shit!" He said as he backed up into her, the feeling being more than he had felt before. "Wow, someone's super sensitive this morning." "I mean, stop..." She was now rubbing his nipples, and he was losing the ability to think. Soon they were on the floor of the bathroom going it at again, and Aaron was no longer thinking about the little changes anymore. As Aaron sat at his work desk thinking about who insatiable he and Heather had been in the morning, he found himself tapping his nails on the desk. He was paralegal at a local firm, and looking over a file for his superior. Soon the tapping on the desk sounded different, as Aaron looked down to see that the nails on his fingers had grown greatly. In fact, his hand looked different as well, with longer fingers and the hair from his knuckles missing. "Aaron?" He looked up to see his boss, Will Gresham, standing in the door way. "Yes?" "Are you still up for basketball tonight?" Will asked. They were about the same age, only Aaron got into the law game long after college while Will got in the firm early. "Yeah," Aaron said, forgetting about his odd fingers. "Great," Will said with a smile while he lingered in the doorway for a moment. "Are you on a diet or something?" "No, why?" "Looks like you've dropped a few pounds, is all. Either way, I'm psyched about tonight." And then he was gone, leaving Aaron alone to think about what he had said. He brought his hands up to his face and rubbed it hard before running his hands through his hair. Again he swore his hair had grown, and not only that, but he felt as if he suit was a size too large. Aaron's work throughout the rest of the day was dull, but he was on edge with every personal encounter. No one seemed to notice any change with him, other than his lack of stubble, which he easily explained away with a new razor. Even so, his nerves were on fire in every conversation, hoping no one would notice. The work day finally passed without incident. Well, almost. After his lunch break, Aaron's hair began to grow again, in a visible manner. As it slowly lengthened, he noticed it had also darkened a shade, and looked more like a "dirty" blonde than his usual golden hair. After much effort, he was able to hand-curl the extra lengths of hair into his normal hairdo. Afterwards, no one seemed to question his slightly darker hair, and work finished smoothly, as usual. It wasn't until Aaron arrived at the gym near his firm that he got really concerned. He was in the men's changing room, and while he undid his shirt he could see his pecs had puffed up enough that more resembled a pair of breasts. "What the fuck!" Aaron stammered as he quickly buttoned his shirt back up. Will appeared from around the corner, already in his gym clothes. "Hey, why aren't you changing?" Aaron thought about the question, knowing that Will had no idea of the real changing he was experiencing. "Heather called, and she needs me to head home." "Women, am I right?" Will asked with a knowing smile before waving Aaron off. The drive through downtown Knoxville was an easy one, but he almost got into a few fender benders as he was lost in thinking about his changes. He wasted no time in parking in his assigned parking place and running up the stairs to the apartment. Heather heard the slam of the door and came out of the kitchen like there was a fire. "Jesus, is everything... Holy shit." In front of her was her boyfriend, only he was definitely different. "You see it now, don't you?" "I... What's happening to you?" "I don't know, but my hair has grown at least an inch..." "And it's darker," Heather said as she walked up to inspect him closer. "Here, get into the bedroom," she asked as she pulled him into the room. Soon she had removed all clothes from him, and was taking in all of the changes. "God, you're a little shorter than me now," she said as she stood next to him. "I am?" "Yeah, and your... God, Aaron..." "How is this happening!? Is this... Am I cursed? Was that woman last night for real?" Heather, very much a realist, tried to help by explaining, "It doesn't really matter how it's happening, though. We just need to focus on how to fix it, or cover it up." "Okay," Aaron agreed. "What exactly does it look like is happening?" Heather thought for a moment. "It looks like you are slowly becoming a woman." Aaron looked over himself. His chest was swollen, he had longer hair, he had lost some muscle definition, and he was a bit shorter. It fit perfectly with the typical female features versus their male counterparts. He was at least a little relieved to see his penis was still intact, but he could tell it was slightly smaller. "What are you doing!?" Aaron asked as he saw his girlfriend reach for her phone. "We need to document this, Aaron. We need to know exactly what is changing and how fast." "So we can stop it?" Aaron asked, although he knew she couldn't know how to do such a thing. "So we can deal with it," she said as she stepped up to him and kissed him hard on the mouth. "God, even your lips are plumper." Even in the arms of his girlfriend, he found his confidence wavering. "I... I'm scared, Heather." She kissed him again, this time for longer and with more emotion. "I'm right here, Aaron... And we're going to figure this out together..." CHAPTER 3: "Becoming" The next morning, Aaron was glad to find that not too much had changed. His hair was falling into his face, but it didn't seem any longer or darker today. He got out of bed and looked at the still sleeping form of Heather lying on the bed. Aaron was only wearing a pair of boxers, and the sight of his budding breasts still gave him some pause... But he was relieved that they had not grown any in the night. He sat down at the desk he and Heather shared, and booted up his laptop. After a short wait, Aaron was flipping through the pictures that Heather had taken the night before. It was unfortunate that they did not have an exact image of him before the changes occurred, but they found a picture from the summer before of him at Cherokee Lake. He looked at the picture of him from last summer, then at the one from last night and sighed. The changes were subtle, but they were certainly there. "How's it going, honey?" Heather asked, as she approached him from behind. "I'm good... Nothing really changed over night." She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. "That's good. Do want some breakfast before work?" "That'd be great," he added, still lost in the pictures. "Kay, I'll cook something up." He turned and smiled as Heather walked out of the room, admiring her firm ass as she walked out. They both rarely wore anything around their apartment, with him in a pair of boxers and Heather in panties and tank top. It had worked for them, but as Aaron got up and walked into the bathroom he grimaced at the sight of his chest in the mirror. Maybe he would put on a shirt today... As Aaron began to shower, the feeling of his smooth skin surprised him. It was also a little strange to wash his chest, as it freely filled his hands instead of being a toned surface. As his hands lingered on his chest, he felt the odd sensation of his hands getting smaller. For a moment he wondered why that would be happening, but then realized that his hands were not the issue. His chest had grown while showering, enough so that it was obvious. All of his pectoral muscle was gone, leaving behind a pair of small tear shaped breasts. "Heather!" Aaron yelled, jumping out of the shower. "God, what... Oh, Aaron..." Heather gasped as she raced into the room. "Did that just happen?" "Yeah, all at once!" "Here, drop your hands," she said, as Aaron was unaware that he was still holding them. "God, there's no doubting it now... And look, I swear your hips have flared out a little." "Heather, I can't go to work with a pair of breasts!" "I know... Here, come sit down." She pulled a little stool that they kept in the bathroom so she could cut his hair and she sat him down. "Okay, I'm going to wrap you up in this bandage and give you a quick trim," she said as she grabbed a bandage from a drawer. A few minutes later, Heather stood beside Aaron and looked at what she had done. "There, I think you look like yourself." Aaron looked in the mirror and somewhat agreed. He was still noticeably shorter, but you couldn't tell that he had tiny breasts. "You're right, as always... What?" He could see Heather staring into the mirror, looking at him oddly. "Your... Your Adam's apple is gone." Aaron quickly looked back at his reflection and tipped his chin, and was shocked to see that it was completely smooth. "Holy shit! How am I..." "Look, no one typically pays attention to your neck, so it shouldn't be a problem." "But what if..." Heather pulled Aaron close to her and held him for a moment. "Aaron, nothing says you have to go to work today. You can stay home with me and we can just relax." Aaron thought about it, but knew he wasn't ready to give in so easily. "No. I'm not going to let this curse control my life. I'm going to fight it the only way I know how, by living my life like I've always done." "Good, I don't want you to give up either." She had given him a deep kiss before he walked out the door, and it had given him enough drive to get to work and go about his day. The morning held little in the way of surprise, as no one in the meeting had said anything and even Will shared a long conversation with him and noticed nothing. Aaron finally felt like he was back in control, until the last meeting of the day. "Aaron, do you have those numbers for us?" Will asked from the head of the table in the conference room. "Sure," Aaron replied. Paralegals looking at their own pads flanked him on either side, and as Aaron looked through the pad in front of him a girl sitting across from him audibly scoffed. He looked up to see the girl staring at him curiously, then saw a strand of brown curly hair fall into his face. "Shit!" Aaron said aloud, causing all eyes to focus on him. "Is everything..." Will didn't have a chance to finish his thought, as Aaron had gotten up and stormed out of the conference room. His hair was growing with each step he took, and as he approached the bathrooms the decision to make was almost mocking him. He rushed into the women's room and was relieved to find no one was using it. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge as he saw curly locks of brown hair hanging just above his shoulders. Again, the suddenness of the change was incredible, and Heather was not there to give him a trim. He pulled the phone from his jacket and tried to collect his thoughts. "Call Heather," he said, and as his phone dialed, he found himself beginning to lose his breath. "Aaron? Is that you?" "Heather... My hair..." He was finding it difficult to speak, as his chest seemed to tighten. He had read something about that before, and then he began to worry that he was having a heart attack. "Aaron!? Are you at the office?" "Yeah, but my hair..." He was grasping his chest now, and then realized that he wasn't having a heart attack. "Shit! My chest!" "Where in the office are you?" Aaron was no longer paying attention as he had taken off his suit jacket before unbuttoning his shirt as fast as possible. The wrap came off easily, and Aaron had finally come to the reason why his chest was so tight. His new breasts had filled out just enough to make things more difficult for him. "Aaron!!" Heather called through the phone. "I'm in the women's restroom on 12, Heather... And I..." "I'm on my way, just stay there!" She had ended the call, leaving Aaron alone in women's bathroom stall, half dressed with a budding pair of breasts and longer hair. He knew that there was no amount of wrapping that would convince people that he wasn't growing breasts, but Heather could give him a quick trim... Time passed, and as it did Aaron simply waited. He was relieved to find the changes had stopped again, but felt his tension rise every time the door opened. Fortunately no woman tried to open his stall, and he was relieved to finally hear his girlfriends voice. "Aaron?" She called softly. "I'm in here..." The stall door slowly opened, and Heather stepped inside. "Oh my God, Aaron..." "I know..." She looked at his hair, before probing at his exposed chest. "Hey, stop that!" "Sorry, but it looks like you've grown a cup size..." She stopped speaking as she looked up at him, and Aaron recognized it quickly. "What? What is it?" "Nothing... But you know that you're not going to be able to walk out of here in that suit, right?" Aaron was preparing himself for that case, but he was hoping against all hope that he had more time. "I thought that might be the case." Heather smiled at him and opened the bag she was carrying. "Okay, I want you to try this on?" As she asked the question she pulled out a white bra from the bag and handed it to him. "Heather, I can't..." "I'm sorry, Aaron, but unless you want to go tell the entire firm that you're magically turning into a woman, then this is the only choice." Aaron took a deep sigh and removed his white shirt. He had been around girls long enough to know how to get in a bra, and he found that this one fit comfortably around his chest. "How big is this..." "It's a 28A. I had to stop at a shop real quick, and that was the smallest they had." Aaron shrugged, and then watched as Heather pulled out a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt. "We're lucky it's fall, because there is no way your arms and legs would pass for a girls yet." She laughed a little as she said it, but then looked up to see Aaron wasn't smiling. "Oh, God. I'm so sorry Aaron..." "No, it's okay... I'm just..." Tears started to form at the corners of his eyes again, "I just can't get a grip on my emotions." "Welcome to the club," Heather said with a smile. Aaron finally smiled back and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Okay, let me help you get these on..." A few minutes later, Heather was leading Aaron by the hand out of the stall. "Was that makeup necessary?" Aaron asked, not liking the feeling it made on his skin. "Just a little for the illusion," Heather said, bracing herself against what was coming next. "Well, as long as..." He finally got a look at himself in the mirror, and was shocked to see more changes than just makeup. "Holy shit!" Aaron gasped as he took it all in. His face was different, with a smaller nose and higher cheekbones. The tip of his chin had also softened, while his lips had pumped up a little more. Above all of the changes though were his eyes. Aaron was always in the minority with blonde hair and hazel eyes, only now his hair was brunette with eyes a piercing sea blue. "I didn't know what to say, so I thought..." "I look..." He couldn't finish the thought. He could still see himself in the mirror, still see the parts of him that defined who he was. This morning he could still lie to himself and say maybe this is all just a joke, but the reflection in the mirror told a different story. "You're still you, Aaron. No physical changes will change who you are inside." Aaron wasn't listening. He was looking at a girl in the mirror, because there was no other word to describe her. She was a girl. He was a girl. CHAPTER 4: "One Last Time" The evening had not been kind to Aaron. although the changes had subsided, he still had to walk out of his job pretending to be a woman. Throughout the entire ordeal Heather was incredibly supportive, but the looks the people he knew gave him had haunted him. "They looked at me like I was someone else. God, even Will saw me and just nodded like I was a stranger." He was sitting at his desk, looking over the pictures Heather had just taken. She had wanted him to keep the makeup on for the pictures, but the first thing Aaron did upon arriving back at their apartment was washing it all away. He still didn't like what he saw in the mirror, but at least with the makeup gone he could still see part of him. "That was the point, Aaron," Heather called from the bathroom. She was finishing up her nightly routine, trying to keep things as normal as possible for her troubled boyfriend. "I know, I know," he said with a huff. Looking at the pictures he could clearly see a pair of breasts on his chest, and he was still horrified to look down and see them pressing against his t-shirt. Other than his new breasts, his hair was the obvious change. "So, you think you can trim me up a little before bed?" He didn't hear a response immediately, and turned to see what the hold up was. Heather slowly emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a pair of panties. He looked at his girlfriend, admiring the way her naked breasts proudly jutted from her chest. She had put her hair up in a bun, and even without her makeup she looked amazing. She could tell he was checking her out, and she smiled for a moment before it disappeared. "Do you really think it's a good idea to cut it again?" "What are you saying?" She walked over slowly and knelt beside him. "Honey," she said calmly, trying to find the words, "I've been looking online and trying to find out anything about the woman who did this to you. I haven't found anything about her, but there is an entire sub-culture online about transgender transformations. I'm on a couple of boards now, but most people still think all of this is a myth." "What does that..." "What I'm trying to say is, I don't know if there is any way to reverse this. And if there is no way to reverse this, don't you want to spend your last hours as a man doing something else besides getting a hair cut?" He could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes, and for the first time since the changes started he thought of what she must be going through. The man she loved was slowly becoming a woman, and yet she had been a rock for him. While others would have bolted when such crazy things happened, she stood by him and helped. So much time had been spent by him moping around tonight, and most of that was because he was still fighting the inevitable. "You don't think I..." "It doesn't matter what I think, Aaron. I can't rely on any past experiences for this. Neither of us can. We're dealing with something we don't understand... Something that we both would claim to be ridiculous a few days ago." Aaron could feel tears welling up in his eyes as well, and felt he would be lost to the wave of despair cresting over him. "I can't just give up, Heather. I just can't." "And you don't have to," she was running her hands through Aaron's hair, "and I don't want you to. Just because you're becoming a woman doesn't mean we stop looking for a way back. A way to break this curse..." Aaron finally understood what the lovely woman in front of him was saying, and he broke off her talking with a deep kiss. Their tongues wrapped around each other, and he slid out of the chair and joined her on the ground. Neither spoke as Heather lifted the shirt above Aaron's head, allowing his new breasts to hand free. He opened his mouth to say something, but she lifted a finger and he understood. Her lips were soon exploring his new mounds, and he found that his new breasts were very sensitive. It was an odd sensation, nothing at all like when she had kissed his chest before. Heather licked and sucked for a while longer, before she brought Aaron's head down to her own breasts. The fact that they were communicating only with their bodies was turning him on like nothing they had done before, and he knew what she wanted. He began to give partial attention to her breasts, while bringing a hand down to her panties. A small gasp escaped Heather's mouth, as Aaron had slipped his hand down the front of her panties with ease. She was grinding against his fingers, loving the way they explored her slit. She allowed him to finger a while, before she slowly removed his hand and gently pushed him to the ground. After getting to her feet, she slowly removed her panties, putting on a little show for her boyfriend. The effect on him was clear, although it was not as grand as it once was. "No," Aaron pleaded as she knelt over him and pulled down his boxers. She shook her head, and smiled before leaning down and taking his penis into her mouth. All the shame he felt about his diminishing manhood was wiped away by the subtle tongue work of Heather. There was no question that his dick was smaller, but she gave it enough attention to bring it to life. As she moved herself over him, placing her slit right above his cock, Aaron fully comprehended what this moment was. Even as she took his modest length in, working herself as if nothing had changed, he knew. He knew that this would most likely be the last time that he would be able to make love to Heather. Over the last few days he was finding it more difficult to get an erection, and he didn't want to tell her about it. Yet she knew. She understood. As soon as he was on the same page as his lovely companion, he began to thrust into her as hard as he could. Silence still enveloped them, making the sound of their bodies meeting reverberate through the room. As he watched the beautiful woman on top of him build to climax, he felt the same feeling and began to fill her with his seed. She leaned down and held him close, and the feeling of her breasts pushing against his own was surprising. "God, Aaron..." Words were not finding their way for Aaron, the feeling of what he just experienced almost too much to emotionally bare. A few nights earlier they had fucked like rabbits all night, but tonight they had come together as one. "Thank you," were the only words he could muster, and she accepted his thanks with a kiss. After taking a quick shower together, where they playfully washed each other without having it get out of hand, they held each other on their bed in silence. "I'm going to be a woman soon, Heather." It was Aaron who chose to break the silence. "Yep," she replied, waiting for him to continue. "And you're okay with that?" She giggled for a moment, causing him to chuckle as well. "I fell in love with you, Aaron. You know that I've fantasized about being with a woman before..." "Like Kristine, God..." Aaron added with a smile, thinking of her attractive friend from college. She softly punched him, "Yes, like Kristine... So I'm not going anywhere." This admission wasn't necessary, as he knew that she would stand by him no matter what, but it was still reassuring to hear out loud. "We'll just have to wait and see if this curse turns you into a lesbian, or..." "God, no way," Aaron said with as much disgust as he could muster. "Hey, don't knock it til you've tried it." They shared another laugh, and Aaron tried to take it all in. This moment, this time of reprieve, would be something he could hold on to. He knew that tough things were coming in the days ahead, but sitting here in his love's arms was just what he needed. "So, do you think you've changed at all tonight?" "I don't know," he said casually, "maybe..." "What?" "Well, when you were on top of me, it felt like I had a little more... You know..." Heather understood at once and reached around and grabbed his ass. "Oh, totally. I noticed that when we were in the shower. You could end up with a killer ass." Another laugh. Another moment shared together in the strangest circumstances imaginable. The laughter faded and was soon greeted by silence. Heather pulled herself closer to Aaron and wrapped her arm around him. Again, the feeling of her head resting on his breasts was new, but not all together bad. "Honey?" "Yeah?" She paused for a moment before continuing, "We're going to have to think of a new name for you." "Yes. Yes we are," Aaron said in agreement, but the truth was he already knew who he would be greeting the morning as. CHAPTER 5: "A Day Off" "Erica?" Heather asked, her head cocked to the side inquisitively. "Yeah," Aaron, or rather Erica, said with a nervous grin. "Erica... I guess I can get used to that." Erica shrugged her shoulders and sat up on the bed. The sun was just beginning to come up outside, and she was typically getting ready for work by now. She watched as Heather brushed her teeth, and began to wonder what her day was going to look like. "So, what are we doing today?" "Well," Heather said before taking a second to spit out some toothpaste, "I think I'm going to call in and take the day off." "Why?" Erica asked, although she knew the answer. "Please. Now, we can just sit around and enjoy each others company or..." "Or we can talk about happened to Aaron." Heather shrugged her shoulders and nodded. "There are a lot of decisions to make, Erica." She put a lot of emphasis on her name, causing Erica to throw a pillow at her. "I'm sorry, but I'm just surprised that you've taken a new name only after a couple of days." "I can't," Erica struggled with wording her feeling right. "I can't fight what I don't understand. I'm not giving up on Aaron, but it seems silly to try and resist what's happening anymore. My time is better spent trying to figure out how to reverse it..." "Or how to live with it." Silence hung between them for a moment, both knowing that those were the only two options. "So, how about we take some pictures, Erica?" "You don't have to say it every time you speak to me." "I'm just allowing it to get comfortable, Erica. Now get up and take off your clothes." Erica listened to her girlfriend and hopped off the bed. She was still wearing a pair of male boxers, with a white t-shirt she took off gingerly. "Okay, any changes that you can see?" She looked down at her body and took it in. "I can't really tell, but it looks like my waist has tightened up." "Yeah, and it looks like you've lost most of the hair on your arms and legs." She snapped pictures while she spoke, zooming in on various appendages. Erica ran her hands over her arms, the smooth skin having an odd feeling. "Oh, and my hands have changed." Heather walked over to her and took her hands in her own. "Wow, your fingers are actually longer than before, and your finger nails have grown." She backed up and took another picture, "Anything else?" There was something else that had changed, only Erica was still not comfortable talking about it. Her penis had shrunken again during the night, and it now limply hing between her legs. "I... My penis..." "It's okay, Erica, we'll always have last night." Heather walked up and kissed her new girlfriend on the lips, "God, your new lips are so soft." "Thanks," she replied sheepishly. She found it hard to accept any compliment Heather had given her about her new look. There was no question that she was glad her girlfriend was showing interest in her, but it opened up some doubt in the back of her mind. "Okay, go ahead and shower and I'll make some omelets?" "Sounds great," she added as she watched Heather leave the room. After stepping into the bathroom she turned on the shower and stepped inside. As she stood in the shower she thought about the last couple of days, but became more focused on her mental state. There was definitely something different about her, as she had become more emotional and a little more submissive. She had always loved that Heather was a strong willed woman, but she typically felt like her equal. Now it felt like Heather was taking control of the relationship, and she really had no problem with that. As she thought more about Heather, she pictured her well toned body. Thoughts of her breasts and the slope of her ass filler her mind, and she found her hand down at her crotch trying to bring her last vestige of manhood alive. She thought of all the sexy outfits Heather had worn, then imagined her stripping out of them and throwing herself at her. But it was all for not. No matter what she thought about and how hard she tried, her penis would remain as limp as a noodle. She knew it was a silly thing to get so worked up about, but she suddenly found herself sobbing in the shower. She embraced the crying, allowing it to consume her for a time. After a few minutes she gathered herself together and stepped out of the dryer. She greeted the woman glancing back at her in the mirror, and smiled a little. There was something odd about drying off her new body, but that was nothing compared to what she faced as she went through her old clothing. Nothing she owned would fit her now, as she had continued to drop in height. So, without asking Heather, she looked through her girlfriends things and picked out a pair of shorts and a tank top. It was a simple outfit, but it was also undoubtedly feminine. As she stepped out into the living room, Heather glanced at her and smiled. "Well, it looks like someone has gone through my wardrobe." "Well, nothing fits anymore," Erica said with a huff as she sat at the table. "Don't worry, Erica, we'll go shopping tomorrow and get you some new things." Erica smiled, and the two sat down and ate their meals while chit chatting. After Erica helped clean up the kitchen, the two found themselves sitting side by side on the couch with their arms around each other. "So," Heather asked as she placed her head on Erica's shoulder, "what happened to Aaron?" "I don't know... What are my options?" "Well, the way I see it you have a couple of different plays. You could come out as transgendered, or whatever they call it these day, and say that you've always wanted to be a woman." She thought about it for a moment, "I don't know. That carries a lot of baggage with it, right?" "Okay, then you could always simply have Aaron disappear and you could be a new room mate of mine." "That means I would lose my job, my friends... and my brother." "I don't know, you could always tell Tom later." "What about you? Are you suddenly going to come out as a lesbian and show off your new girlfriend to the world?" She asked it half mockingly, but she was curious as to what Heather would say. "I don't know, it really depends on how big your tits get." "You bitch!" They wrestled around on the couch a bit, before Erica pinned Heather down on her back. She held her arms at her wrists and tried to stare down at her menacingly. "Erica," Heather said with some trepidation. "God, am I being too rough? I was just..." "No, it's your face." "What?" Heather didn't say anything, choosing instead to walk Erica into the bathroom. "You look..." "I look younger," Erica said with a sense of wonder. Her face had already become rather feminine, but now her jaw line had completely softened and her nose was now looked like a cute little button. "I look like I could be in College." "I know, and that's not all. Look at your ears." Erica leaned in closer to the mirror and saw what was clearly two wholes in her ears. "God, how is that even possible?" "I... I guess the magic pierced your ears." "Unreal," for some reason the ears seemed to drive everything home. A part of her, maybe even a tiny part she didn't even acknowledge, had thought that maybe this was some sort of hormonal imbalance. Maybe science would be able to explain all of this away, but a body simply does not develop piercings on it's own. Something else was becoming apparent as well. Her tiny nipples were now poking against her tank top. "Here, take off your tank top... Well, it looks like you've got a pair of, I don't know, 32 B's?" Erica looked in the mirror, and for the first time her breasts resembled a grown woman's. "God, how can you tell the size?" "See," Heather added before removing her own shirt, "mine are 34 D's, and are clearly much bigger than yours, but not by much anymore. Mine are like grapefruits and yours are like..." "Apples." "Exactly. I may have a sports bra that you can wear, but it may be a little baggy." She looked a long time at her reflection, and came to a decision. "We're going to say Aaron went away for a while." "Are you sure? That means we'll have to create Erica from the ground up, and that's not easy. We'll need to find out how to get you a drivers license, not to mention a social security number..." "Heather?" "Yeah, Erica?" "Can we have this conversation while we're not topless in the bathroom comparing our breasts?" Heather got a big grin on her face, and replaced her shirt quickly. "Better... Now let's get to work." CHAPTER 6: "The Boutique" "So, how about this one?" Erica asked as she held a bra in her hand. "Well, it's a very nice bra," Heather said with some annoyance, "but it's way too big for you. God, you'd think men would know something about bra's simply by how fascinated they are with them." "Hey, this is all new to me," Erica replied, putting the bra back on the rack, "and the only thing I ever needed to know about bras before was how to take them off." "And you still struggle with that," she added with a chuckle. "Remember, the number in a bra refers to band size, or the circumference of the chest, while the letter is the cup size." "Thanks, I'll try to keep that in mind." It would have to be one of the many new things Erica would have to remember. They had decided to go to a small boutique nearby to do some shopping, and Heather took it as an opportunity to begin her education on what it is to be a woman. The bra talk was just the latest in a long line of directions loving thrown at her this morning. She had awoken that morning happy to find little had changed over the night. The only two things that really stood out was her skin looked like it had a deep tan, and her penis had shrunken even more. Heather was hoping to pick up some panties at the boutique, but Erica had some obvious objections to it. "...and it's best to always match your bra and panties if you can... Erica? Are you even listening?" Erica was listening, but she had just spotted someone who looked familiar. She froze, still not wanting to be around anyone who knew Aaron before, but as she stared at the woman she couldn't place where she knew her from. She was very pretty, probably in her late 20's like Heather, and seemed to be working at the boutique. Suddenly she made eye contact with Erica and she practically jumped behind a rack of clothing. "Jesus, what's wrong with you?" Heather asked, a little concerned. "I know that woman," she replied in hushed tones, "and I think she recognized me." Heather did little to hide or take anything she said seriously. "Really? You think you look like a guy who's pushing thirty?" She knew Heather was right, but she still felt uneasy around her. "No, but I..." "Excuse me, can I help you two with something?" It was the shop girl that Erica was hiding from, looking at the two with a pleasant smile. "Yes," Heather said immediately, "my friend her would like to try on some of these." She held up a few bras and panties and waited for a response. "Oh, that will be just fine. Miss, if you follow me I'll let you into the changing area." She didn't wait for a response from Erica, choosing to take her by the elbow and guide her away. Erica looked back at Heather with a worried look, but she only chuckled as she watched her being escorted away. "Alright, you'll be here in changing room one. Just knock on the door if you need any assistance." The girl, who talked to Erica as if she had never met her before, then smiled and walked out of the room. "Thanks," she said, relieved that the girl didn't recognize her. She knew it was silly to worry about being caught, so she quickly turned her attention to the task at hand. After stepping out of the shorts and shirt Heather had picked out for her, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. Curly brown hair was now falling to the middle of her back, while her eyes had settled on a light sea blue. Her stomach had toned some more, and she found something new. Just as odd as the ear piercings, she now had a single piercing in her belly button. She didn't dwell on the new piercing, looking instead at her panties and lamenting the fact that her penis was mostly unnoticeable. It was there, tucked up by the panties, but it was barely the size of her pinky now. She thought it best not to dwell on her dwindling manhood, and instead removed the sports bra Heather had picked out for her. "Not bad," she whispered, admiring her modest breasts. It bothered her a little that she liked her breasts as much as she did, but she looked at them and felt them as often as she could. The thought of trying on some lacy bras was enticing to her, but she soon found that the bras Heather had picked out for her were a little too tight. She could always knock on the door and ask for help, but that seemed a little much for her. After the third bra, she was getting restless and finally broke down and knocked on the door. "Yes," a blonde haired girl asked as she peered her head in. Erica was relieved it was a different worker, but she still tightened her thighs a little before speaking, wanting to hide her little secret. "I, um, think these are too small." "Oh," the blonde girl said before entering the room. "Here, let's take that off and give you a quick measure." Erica was soon topless with her arms up and trying do anything besides making eye contact with the girl measuring her breasts. "Okay, these are 32B's and it looks like you'll be needing a 34B. Let me grab one real quick and we'll see how it feels." She stepped out the door for a moment before returning with a stunning black laced bra. "Here, let's try this one." Erica allowed the woman to help her put it on, and the result was stunning. Looking in the mirror now she saw something new, and felt something new as well. Her breasts were pressed together softly, with an ample amount of cleavage showing, and she found herself growing aroused at the sight. "Is that comfortable?" "Yes," Erica managed, forgetting the woman was still right beside her. "I can tell you like it, let me get the matching set of panties real quick." "Sure," The young woman in the mirror was so breathtaking that Erica seemed to forget her sensitive issue. She would now have the attention of most the guys at her old job, with tanned skin and generous curves, that is until they got to the tiny pinky sized penis between her legs. "I can help with that," the shop girl said as she entered the changing room. "Holy shit!" Erica exclaimed as she covered her crotch, thinking the woman had noticed her penis. "Oh my God, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just offering to help you with..." The woman was staring open mouthed at the mirror and Erica knew that she had seen her secret. She tried to explain away the bulge in her panties, until she realized the girl was not looking at her panties, rather she was looking at her bra and the cleavage growing beneath it. "I'm... I swear I got the right size before..." Erica looked down and knew that her breasts had grown, and the young shop girl was incapable of accepting what she had just seen. "I... I'll get my boss and be right back." She was out the door in an instant, and Erica wanted nothing more than to strip off the bra and escape the boutique. The only thing keeping her though was the fact that her sports bra and the shirt she brought in didn't fit anymore either. "That's because you're a full grown woman now," a voice said behind her. Erica turned and saw the woman she had recognized from the sales floor, only now the fog was being lifted from her mind. She knew exactly who the woman was, as it was the same one responsible for her current predicament. "Estella," Erica whispered as she brought her hands up to cover her breasts. "You remembered my name, Aaron." The was no malice in her voice, just a soft alto that seemed to hang in the air. "What are you doing? Are you going to do something else to me?" She was thinking about running past Estella and trying to get out of the boutique, but knew it was impossible. The arch-witch Estella smiled, and for some reason Erica felt at ease. "My spell is almost complete, Aaron, and I just wanted to walk you through the last step." "Spell? A Spell!? You cursed me! You turned me into a woman!" She said it with as much force as she could muster, which was not much. Estella did not seem angry at the outburst, if anything she looked like she was remorseful. "I'm sorry that you still see it that way. I want you to think about the last week, Aaron. Think about what's happened to you, and think about where you are now." "What?" "You say I cursed you, Aaron. You think that I am really punishing you? For what? Being faithful to your girlfriend? For standing up to your drunk brother?" She was walking closer as she spoke, yet Erica did not move an inch. "Look at you and Heather, in my shop giggling like a couple of school girls. She can't take her eyes off of you, and you still look at her like nothings changed." "I..." "I looked into your mind that night in the bar, Aaron, and I saw one thing. A name. Erica." Erica didn't speak, because she knew there was no real reason to. "This isn't a curse... It's wish fulfillment. Only I just can't go around telling those I help that I'm handing out free wishes, since others undeserving of my attention would seek things they don't really need. So I got a little dramatic." She gave a little shrug before Erica tried to say something. "You don't have to say anything, I just want you to hear what I am saying." She grabbed Erica by the shoulders and turned her to the mirror. "Look at you, such a beautiful young woman. I know that you still have the last vestige of you male life down there, but that will soon be gone. When it is, you're new life will truly begin. Things will be different, but I know that Heather will come around. She loves you Aaron, all that you were and all that you are. Remember that. Discover who you really are, and you'll rediscover each other..." As she said the words, Erica could feel a strange sensation in her panties. There were so many questions she wanted to ask Estella, but she could feel her tiny penis getting pulled up inside of her... into her new feminine flower. It was an overwhelming experience, and blackness soon fell over her eyes as questions fled from her mind before she fell into a deep sleep. CHAPTER 7: "Together Again for the First Time" "Erica... Erica...?" Slumber was being whisked away by the call of her name, but Erica felt as if her eyes were incapable of opening for the moment. She felt stiff, weak and a little queasy as she tried to get up, but soon found a steadying hand on her shoulder. "Hey, you need to take it easy," Heather said in a reassuring tone. "What... Where am I?" "You're back home, only..." Even though Erica was feeling like she had just been hit by a truck, she could tell that Heather was holding back on something. "What? What's wrong? Did something happen!?" She felt her heart begin to race as she thought of what had happened at the boutique. Estella had spoken to her, only she was there to help with the last changes. "Oh my God, I..." Her hand soon found her crotch, and she discovered that her manhood was now completely gone. "I'm sorry, Erica," her girlfriend said in apologetic tones, "but there is more that has changed." Erica was beside herself in panic. What else could have possibly changed, she thought to herself. Estella had told her that the spell was over, that this would be the final change. "God, what else has happened to me," Erica begged, trying to get up from the bed she was on. It was only now that Erica took in the room around her. It was the room she had shared with Heather for a few years, only it was slightly different. If she had to describe it in that very instant, she would have to say that it was very "Heather". "I know," Heather said as she slowly helped Erica into a sitting position on the bed, "the room is different." "Did you?" "No, it was like this when we got back from the boutique. You passed out and..." "Estella! I saw Estella at the shop! She talked to me, and told me..." "That the spell was over... That this was the final change." Erica looked over at her girlfriend, wondering how she possibly knew such things. "She helped get you home, sweetie. You passed out, and she called for help. She explained everything to me on the way, although she could have been a little more forthright about this," she added with a gesture around the room. "I don't understand," Erica said, confusion gripping her mind. Heather was still wearing the same outfit she had been earlier, some jeans with a light leather jacket over a tank top, but everything else around her was off. The bed... the pictures... even the smell of the room was different. "Erica, look at me," Heather calmly prodded as she took her startled girlfriend by the shoulders. She wanted to say everything that Estella had said, but couldn't find the words. "Please, Heather... What's happened." Heather began to talk slowly, but as she continued she seemed to grow more confident. She walked Erica around the apartment as she continued, showing her the adjoining room and the changes that had taken place. After allowing Erica a moment to look through her purse, she showed her some pictures that were fairly recent. Erica took it all in as best she could, and after the talking was done she sat on the couch with a glass of red wine in her hand trying to take it all in. "God, you seem to be taking all of this really well," Heather said as she took a sip of wine. "I just," she paused as she brushed some curls from her face, "guess that I'm still in shock. It's not everyday that a girl gets to experience reality twisting around her. I mean, I was ready to leave Aaron behind and attempt something new... And now I have no choice." "Heather, you always have a choice." "No, you don't get what I'm saying. You know what Estella said, you told me. I wanted this to happen." She took another sip. "I wanted to become Erica Adams, nineteen year old coed. I definitely wanted all of my history to be wiped clean, to have all of my belongings magically whisked away and replaced with a wardrobe from Forever 21." "Erica..." "No, I wanted all of this Heather. I've always dreamed of having a pair of breasts like these, to openly flaunt them for the world to see. You've seen my clothes, I clearly love to show off." Tears were filling her eyes as she spoke, and Heather sat patiently on the couch opposite from her, allowing her girlfriend to vent all that she could. "I mean, look at me! Who wouldn't want to be me!" Erica was openly crying now, and she brought up her hands to cover her face. Heather slowly put her glass of wine down and moved over to comfort her love, while taking the wine glass from her trembling hands. "It's okay, nothing that has happened has changed the way I feel about you." She held Erica tight in her arms, marveling at how small and frail she seemed. "You should..." Erica managed to say between sobs. "No, you're a..." "I wanted this," Erica said as she slowly pushed Heather away. Heather smiled at her girlfriend, looking deep into her big blue eyes. "You can stop saying that, Erica." She wiped some tears from her eyes, before ignoring her girlfriends wishes. "No... I really did want this, Heather. Everything Estella said was true." "I know," she said with a look of complete understanding. To drive the point home, she slowly leaned in and gently kissed her lips. Erica held her eyes open in confusion, before slowly submitting to her girlfriends advances. They rolled on the couch, their bodies wrapping around each other as hands explored freely. Their lips never separated, and for a time they acted as if they were two young, overly curious girls in middle school making out at a party. All the while, Erica had a growing urge building inside. Her mind was not yet capable of understanding what that feeling was, but the longer she made out with her girlfriend the more it grew. For a moment she thought it was her arousal building, but then it finally hit her what it was... and she couldn't help but giggle. "What, did I tickle you?" Heather asked, surprised at the laughter. "No," Erica said as she got up from the couch and straightened herself up, "I have to pee." Heather bust out laughing, and motioned to the doorway as if giving her approval to go to the bathroom. Erica rolled her eyes and laughed, before skipping into Heather's room and into the bathroom connected to it. The urge was building up inside of her, and as she slipped out of the shorts she was wearing and pulled her panties down, she came face to face with her new vagina. She wanted to look it over some more, but nature was calling and she had to answer. The feeling of going to the bathroom as a girl was odd, but not entirely foreign to her. After she had finished she grabbed some tissue to clean up, before a loud knock came at the door. "Erica!?" "Yeah, it's still me." "Wipe from front to back!" "What?" "Just do it, okay?" Erica could tell that Heather was not playing around, so she did her best to clean herself up before pulling her shorts back up and washing her hands. As she stepped back into Heather's room, she found her girlfriend sitting on the bed with a big grin. "I'm sorry, you'll just have to trust me on that one." "No," Erica said with a shrug, "I get it." "Alright, but there is more that you have to..." Erica held up her hand as she plopped on the bed next to her and furrowed her brow. "We'll have plenty of time to talk about everything, and believe me I want to hear it, but right now I want to know how you're doing." Heather smiled, but Erica was having none of it. "Look, I love you..." "I love you too," Heather said, knowing it would fluster her girlfriend. Erica smiled quickly, before getting back down to business. "But we've spent all night talking about me. What about you? Your twenty nine year old boyfriend is now a nineteen year old coed who's renting out a room in your apartment. Those were college books in there, Heather, and I'm fairly certain that I saw a name tag for a local bar where I probably work. I'm ready to accept all that's happened to me," she paused for a moment, before he face blushed ever so slightly, "hell, I'm kinda looking forward to it... but all of this has been forced on you too." "Are you done?" Erica realized that she had been doing all the talking, and was ready to here what her girlfriend had to say. "Yes. I just want to know how you are doing." Heather smiled at the young woman in front of her, taking in all that she had become. Before all of this happened she had told her then boyfriend of the attraction she had to women, and the few times she had explored those attractions before meeting him. In front of her now was a young woman that would turn all of the heads where ever she went, and she was looking forward to exploring every inch of that young, lithe body. Only there was a different attraction inside Heather as well, yet she didn't feel now was the time to talk about it. "It's been a long day, and I just want to know if my girlfriend is going to share my bed tonight." The look of concern left Erica's face at the question. "Really?" Heather smiled as she slipped out of her clothes, leaving only her bra and panties on as she slipped into bed. Erica followed suit, and as Heather watched her young girlfriend strip she was relieved by the response her body had. The sight of Erica's perky breasts bouncing was arousing, but she knew tonight was not the night to do any kind of fooling around. Instead she pulled Erica close and draped her arm over side. "Thank you," Erica said as she took Heather's hand in her own. Heather kissed the back of Erica's shoulder, before the two slipped off to sleep in each others embrace. CHAPTER 8: "Tangles" The sun was cascading through the windows, causing Erica to stir in the bed. She looked over at Heather, who was still resting peacefully. The two had stayed close all night, yet neither had made any advances. It was a relief to her, although she would have been lying if she had a small hope that Heather might "teach" her a few things. As it stood, she would have to figure some things out on her own. After quietly tiptoeing to the bathroom, she closed the door and was alone with herself for the first time. She looked at the girl in the mirror, marveling that it was really a reflection of who she was. The small things stood out to her now, like the lack of bags under her eyes or the small crop of freckles on her cheeks. The last week had given her some time to become familiar with her new face, and it had the same sandy tone of the rest of her body. "Hi," she said with a toothy grin, waving at her reflection. Another pleasant surprise was the fact that her overbite was gone, and her mouth was filled with teeth that weren't dotted with fillings. "I'll have to keep up on that," she noted to herself, not wanting to repeat past mistakes. Her cheeks flushed a crimson red, and she knew the reason why. To take a shower, she would have to get naked... and the thought was thrilling her. After admiring the yellow bra she had worn to sleep, she removed it without much resistance and stared at her naked breasts. There were perky, with little if no sag to them at all. A tiny pink nipple was centered on each mound, and as she glanced at the bra she saw that they were a healthy 36C... One cup size smaller than Heather. A thought crossed her mind, and she giggled to herself and she softly began bouncing on the heels of her feet. She knew that it was cliched, but she couldn't help herself. The same lack of self control reared it's head in the shower, as he hand had moved down to her new slit. She looked at it, noticing the lack of hair and small folds on either side. With warm water cascading down her back, she allowed her exploring to go a little further. One finger at first entered, causing a swell of pleasure spreading through her body. A bit of the feeling was odd, but she suddenly found a spot that felt good and began to give it more attention. "Oh!" She exclaimed as her other hand had begun to tweak her button. There was a familiar building of tension in her body, very similar to the way she had felt masturbating as a man, only she began to lose that feeling. She poked and prodded, trying to find the feeling again, but she lost it. In a moment she abandoned her self loving adventure and went about washing herself up. As she dried herself off, she felt a frustration growing inside of her mind. Even the sight of her smooth, round ass did nothing to lift her spirits. Even worse, her hair was a mess and it was not wanting to cooperate with her at all. She looked in the mirror again, only this time she didn't see a lovely coed smiling back, but a distraught and visibly annoyed girl. A knock at the door broke her out of her silent rage, and she opened it to find Heather standing in the doorway with a smile. "You look..."