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"So, I see you like Fictionmania!" I turned around with a start. I hadn't even realised my sister was home. But here I was, caught red handed, browsing Fictionmania on my laptop, with my sister Erin standing behind me, looking smug. "Don't worry Luke, I won't tell a soul!" Then she must have noticed the other tab. "Oh, and Female POV. Is that a porn site?" Along with Fictionmania, Female POV ("Point of View") porn was a secret pasttime of mine. Looking at photos of a woman's perspective of her own body, and imagining I was her. I expected her to say something else, even teasingly mock me. But she said nothing. She just sat in silence for a minute or two. Erin was my younger sister by two years. I was 25, she was 23. We were the only two children in our family, and we were extremely close. As we grew up, we did everything together. She was a bit of a tomboy, and was always willing to join in the games I played with my friends. And now we were both worked in the family business. Erin had even ended up marrying my best friend Brad. Unfortunately though, Brad and Erin had recently broken up, after less than 2 years of marriage. So Erin had moved back into our parents' home, which was also where I lived. So I guess that's why I got caught out. I was so used to having this end of the house all to myself, that I forgot that Erin was there too. Despite our closeness, there was one thing I had kept secret from Erin, and from everyone else: my secret fantasy of being a girl. I still remember being naked in the bath with Erin when we were little, and even then, wondering what it was like to have a vagina instead of a penis. Somehow, Erin's body looked "right." And then, as a teenager, those feelings had awakened again. I never could quite get into macho boys' things. I secretly envied women and their smooth bodies, their curves, their lovely high voices, their pretty looks. I wished I was one. Reading Fictionmania gave me an outlet. And then I would look at those female POV photos, and pretend they were me. But with Erin behind me, seeing everything on my laptop screen, I decided there was no point hitting the "minimise" button. I just left it there, while she stared, apparently in thought. Eventually she spoke, "So you're into that stuff?" "Um, yeah." More silence. "Have you ever thought of transitioning?" I chuckled. "Ha, no, I couldn't do that. I'm way too tall to pass as a woman. And anyway, I couldn't. I don't know how Mum and Dad would handle it. Maybe they'd be alright with it but anyway... no. I'm ok how I am." I couldn't believe I was telling her this, but I knew and trusted Erin not to tell a soul. "If there was a way to magically become a woman, a full XX chromosome biological woman, and no one would ever know... would you?" "That's... that's quite a hypothetical. I mean, maybe?" Erin thought some more. "Well it's time for me to make a confession. I've always wished I was boy." "What??" "I also read fantasies. I read about women magically becoming men. And I go on porn sites and look at POV dick pics. Ever since we were little, and saw what a penis was, and saw you using the bathroom, I've thought... 'why can't I have one of them? Why do I have to sit to pee? It's not fair!'" I smiled. "Life's weird isn't it. So we both want what the other's got. We have more in common than I thought." She continued, "I thought... I thought being a married woman would change things. Brad's a wonderful guy. Very handsome but also very kind. But after a year and a half of marriage I realised: I don't love Brad, I envy him. I wish I was like him." "So that's why you split up?" "Yes. But Brad doesn't know that. All he knows is that no matter how hard he tried, I wasn't happy. So when I left him I gave the 'It's not you, it's me.' talk. But I didn't tell him why. I couldn't." "But now..." she continued, with a long pause, "I have a proposal for you." I gave her a puzzled look. "What do you mean?" "You know that site, Fictionmania. Does it have body swap stories?" "Yes..." "Well, today I went to a dealer. I went to get male hormones. It was a really shady looking outfit, but I couldn't bring myself to talk to a doctor." "Anyway, he looked at me funny, and then said, 'Here, you can have some of this too if you want'." She held up a little vial of powder. "What is it?" "That's what I asked him. And he said, 'Body Swapping Fairy Dust'. He said it was his last batch, but he just had a feeling I might be able to use it." "Of course I wasn't sure if it was real. But now, here I am at home. And the very same day I get the fairy dust, I catch you looking at Fictionmania. So I'm wondering... maybe it's a sign? When I took the fairy dust, I resolved I'd try it if I found someone willing. So..." "... Luke, would you like to try to switch bodies?" "That's... that's ridiculous. Magic isn't real." "But if it was real... would you? Would you be willing to try?" "Think about it Luke!," she continued, "We know each other well, we could pull this off! We have mostly the same friends. We work at the same company. I think we could do this!" "So... assuming it's possible... how?" I asked. "Well, the full moon is tomorrow night. To have any hope, we'd have to do it then." "And Luke, it is very advanced magic. Even if I can do it, there's no guarantee I can find more Body Swapping Fairy Dust to reverse it. And even if I can find some, it may not work. So we may not be able to change back, even if we wanted to." "So think about it Luke. This is basically our once in a lifetime chance." I sat in thought again. What would it mean? I would get my fantasy. But I would be my own sister. Would that be weird? Well, like she said, we'd just take over each other's lives. Plus, I'd become two years younger. And get my deepest fantasy in with the bargain. "OK Erin. I'm willing to try." Erin beamed the hugest smile I'd ever seen, and hugged me. "Thank you Luke, thank you." ***** We were in Erin's room the following night. She had made a mini- Stonehenge type setup with various books and other items - apparently they work just as well as giant rocks. "So you're sure of this Luke?" "Yes" "I don't even know if this is going to work. But if it does, there is no going back, you understand?" "Yes. It seems crazy, but I understand." "And we just do a straight swap of everything. Our money, our jobs, everything. We just switch lives." "Yep." "OK, here's what I want you to do. The moonlight is already coming in the window, so I want you to kneel with your arms pointing up and hands facing forward, like you're being arrested by the cops. I'm going to sprinkle the fairy dust. Then I'll kneel down too, and place my hands out so our palms are touching. Then I'll recite the spell and... we'll see what happens." So I knelt down and faced my hands forward like she said. She sprinkled the fairy dust and I could feel it falling around me. She knelt down and said her spell..." "Wow, it's worked," I heard a male voice. My voice. Or should I say, my old voice. I looked down at my chest and saw two protrusions. Cautiously I touched them. I could feel my fingers with them. They were real boobs. "You're right." I paused as I couldn't believe my voice. "You're right." We hugged. "It worked, I can't believe it worked" we both whispered. She, or should I say he, got up. "Well, now I'm Luke and you're Erin. I guess I'm in your room now. So I'd better go back to mine." He continued, "And Erin, see those little pills? Make sure you take one each morning. Even though I'm separated from Brad, it's a good habit. Plus they make periods more bearable." He gave me another hug. "Good luck Erin. And thank you." So I had to think of myself Erin and him as Luke. After Luke left the room, I took my clothes off and looked in the mirror. What a change! Just looking at myself in the mirror, seeing breasts, a bush, and best of all no penis, was almost too much. A feeling began which was a little unfamiliar, but I could tell it was arousal. It was like the tingling of a building erection, but of course no erection was happening. I reached down to feel around, and I was wet, almost dripping wet, inside my vagina. I found my clitoris - which felt a lot like a tip of my old penis - and the excitement began to build. How strange it was to have no penis sticking out - everything tucked away inside my labia. My excitement rose as I felt around at the, well, at the absence of a penis, which I'd always dreamed about. Hands over labia, and nothing sticking out, just smooth bush. Amazing. I laid back on my bed and continued to rub myself, and before I knew it was enveloped in a tidal wave of pleasure as my first female orgasm washed through me. Looking back on that night, I'm pretty sure my first female orgasm was also my fastest. The excitement of discovering I was female gave me an almost once-in-a-lifetime surge in excitement. I can assure my readers that the female orgasm isn't always easy or quick. But that night, in my joy of self-discovery, it certainly was. I put my panties back on and crawled into bed, and continued to gently explore myself. At one stage, I could hear the soft sound of the bedsprings squeaking in my old room next door. It seemed that Luke was getting to know his body too. ***** I woke up in an unfamiliar room. Erin's room. Wait, it was a dream, wasn't it? Slowly I reached down, and felt around my groin. Nothing. Well at least, no penis. It was true! I laughed with joy. My deepest dream wasn't just a dream. I got up and went to the bathroom. I lifted the seat and then, with a smile, realised I had to put it back down. I pulled down my panties, sat, and relaxed. I realised, again with a smile, that I didn't - in fact couldn't - use my hands. So I just sat and relaxed. After a few seconds, a stream of pee came out. Peeing had never felt so good in my life. I got some toilet paper and gave a little wipe, enjoying the unfamiliar feelings. I stripped off and got in the shower. I lathered up and enjoyed washing my smooth body. I rubbed my face, and marvelled at the lack of stubble. I washed my boobs, and enjoyed gently squeezing them. Best of all, I washed my bush and outer lips. What I had craved all my life, was finally mine! I put on a bra and panties. Then I tried to remember what Erin usually wore to work, and got into her business attire. After breakfast, I got Luke - as I now had to call him - and asked him about makeup. Erin wore almost none, but he showed me how he used to applied light makeup for work. "Perfect, sis!" he smiled. We drove separately to our work at the family business, and met in my (Erin's) office to discuss our jobs. Previously it had been Erin doing accounts, while Luke was the one who went out to liaise with clients. So now I was the accountant and he would see the clients. I told him what clients he was expected to see that day, while he showed me the current state of the accounts. I had a feeling the swap would be good. My father had this sexist idea that it had to be the man who met with clients. I had a feeling the new Luke would be better at it than me, with his do- anything attitude and outgoing personality. And me, I'd be very comfortable doing the books. ***** The next day was Saturday. I sat up in bed, pulled my panties down, and looked down on my bush again. It was wonderful having a bush with no unsightly penis sticking out. But then I realised, what had really turned me on when I used to look at female POV porn, was seeing the labia themselves, when the woman was shaved or waxed. I wasn't ready to wax, but I decided to shave. I wasn't sure if Luke would approve, but that didn't matter. We had swapped. It was my body now. As a man, I had always been one for an electric razor. And I certainly didn't want to cut myself "down there," so there was no way I was shaving down there with a blade. So I went to the mall and bought a ladies' electric razor. I got home and shaved my pubic area, very carefully. Especially higher up, away from the sensitive areas, it was kind of fun. And down below, though I had to be careful, I loved the sensation of pushing the electric razor around without any balls in the way. I spread my legs and looked at the result. I was looking down at a vulva. My vulva. I felt even more feminine. Now, every time I looked at myself naked, I would see that feminine vertical slit. Unmistakably female. A small change, but I loved it. I got in the shower, and marvelled at how smooth my newly shaved crotch felt. I felt myself getting wet, and decided to masturbate there in the shower. I wasn't sure if I was going to go on masturbating every day for the rest of my life. But that morning, masturbation in the shower was wonderful. ***** Later that day, Luke and I went through a few more of the logistics of changing lives. We swapped passwords, swapped bank accounts, and basically did everything we needed to do to switch lives. Luke was at least as enthusiastic as me, if anything. So any doubts I had were swept away by his enthusiasm for the change. That night, I again explored the folds of my new pussy, became more adept at rubbing myself, and again brought myself to a wonderful orgasm. ***** Sunday, I decided, would be shopping day! I had wanted to wear a really pretty, flowery dress, and realised Erin didn't have one. So I went out and bought a nice bright, attractive dress. Bright and flowery, short in the leg, and nice and low cut showing a bit of my (my!) boobs. I couldn't wait for a chance to wear it. I also bought some lingerie. Nearly all of my underwear was conservative or in dark colours, or both. I guess the old Erin didn't like pretty underwear. So I got a couple of bras and several sets of cute panties, mostly in pink, my favourite colour. I got home and modelled them in front of the mirror. I looked so feminine, that I giggled with delight a couple of times. ***** And so I returned to work on Monday feeling as happy as ever. I had to dress modestly for work, but I enjoyed having pretty underwear underneath. I so loved being a woman! It was my deepest dream come true. And as far as I could tell, Luke was enjoying himself too. He took a customer out on the town on Monday night, and helped close a big contract. Good work Luke - you did that better than I could ever have done! ***** The next day, I decided to get my hair cut. There were many things I loved about being a woman, but long hair wasn't one of them. And it wasn't so much the just-past-the shoulder hair Luke had left me, it was also that it just looked kind of plain. So I went in, looked at styles, and fell in love with a pixie cut. I'd always found girls with a pixie cut to be really hot. It was probably because they looked slightly boyish, and I wished I was actually a boyish looking girl. Well, I thought, it's time to make that fantasy complete. So I got the pixie cut, and even got my hair dyed slightly blonder. That night, Luke was taken aback. "But I admit I like it!" he said. "You've got more style than I ever had!." ***** On Wednesday morning I got a surprising text. It was from Brad. "Hi Erin, could we meet for at Rose's Cafe this afternoon at 3? I'd like to sign some paperwork to hand over the lease of the apartment to me, since I'm the only one living there now." I guess this was part of completing the separation from Brad that I had to do. It'd be weird though, because Brad was also my best friend - and least he had been when I was Luke. But since the breakup, we hadn't seen each other. It was kind of sad, but I guess he didn't want details of his life filtering back to Erin. So as well as tying up Erin's business, it'd be a chance to catch up with Brad. I got to Rose's Cafe a couple of minutes after 3. Brad was already there. "Brad, great to see you!." Brad looked up in surprise. He obviously wasn't expecting a cheerful greeting like that. Nor was he expecting Erin with new hair. "Oh, err, hi Erin. You look... you look great!" "Thank you!" "No really, I mean it, you look great!" This time I just blushed. "Should we order coffee?" "Sure. Cappuccino for me." Brad looked at my strangely. It obviously wasn't what Erin usually ordered, but it was too late now. Brad went up and ordered two cappuccinos. "So, how have things been?" I asked. ... and we just got chatting. I asked him about all sorts of things about what was going on, just like I used to as Luke. He asked a few questions about work and how I was managing at home, and even asked about why and when I got my hair cut. He was very complimentary about my hair. After about half an hour of chatting, he excused himself and said he had to go back to work. Somehow a handshake didn't seem right, so we gave each other a kiss on the cheek. After he left, I realised two things. First, I had really missed Brad and had really enjoyed talking to him. And second, I had never signed that paperwork. That evening, Brad texted again. "Erin, we never did that paperwork!" "How about we meet after work for dinner?" I texted back. We texted back and forth and agreed on a restaurant. That night I thought... is this a date? It's certainly very friendly chatter, not that of two people finalising their break-up. ***** In the morning, I decided it was a date. So I put my new flowery dress in the car. After work, I changed into my new dress. I admired myself. I had a pretty dress showing a bit of cleavage, and I also had my adorable new haircut. I hope Luke wouldn't mind me thinking this, but I thought I looked hotter than he ever did as Erin. When I met Brad, he was again taken aback. "Erin, you look... wow, you look amazing!" And again, it was another enjoyable and relaxed evening of talking. I did notice that Brad spent an awful lot of time looking at my chest, but I didn't mind. It was great having boobs, but it made it even better when I could show them off, and get a man's attention with them. Especially a hot guy like Brad. (Wait, did I think he was hot? Well, I had to admit, he was). After dinner, we went for a walk. Brad took my hand, and it felt so natural, so comforting. Eventually Brad spoke up, "So Erin, I still haven't brought out that paperwork." "I noticed," I smiled. "And you know, if it's ok with you, maybe we can give this another chance? Because the last two dates have been wonderful. Best dates we've had for a long time." He paused. "So Erin, would you like to give our marriage another try?" What could I say? I'd been enjoying his company so much. "Yes, we can give it another try." As we reached my car, he leant in for a kiss. The kiss quickly became an embrace. And as we kissed, I was sure I could feel something hard in his pants pressing against me. ***** The next day was Friday. Around mid morning, Brad texted asking if I was free that night. I texted back, "I could pop in to the apartment after work." And so I did. I went home first and got into my flowery dress again. Then I headed to Brad's apartment. I knew it well enough because, as Luke, I'd visited Brad and Erin there lots of times. And again, the chatting was fun and natural. Eventually, we were getting hungry. "I could help cook dinner," I said. I didn't mind doing a bit of cooking, after all. Once or twice I almost gave myself away, because I didn't know where everything was in the kitchen cupboards. But despite that, we cooked an enjoyable dinner, and shared a couple of glasses of wine. After dinner, we sat down on the sofa. Close. I was enjoying it. I'd always liked Brad as a friend - we'd been best mates after all. But I was also finding him quite attractive. As we sat, legs touching, I could feel that tingling down below. That same tingling I felt when I started masturbating. Eventually, Brad leaned in for kiss. My mind wasn't sure about this: kissing on the street was one thing, but kissing on the sofa was much more intense. But my body loved it, and I tingled down below even more. Brad didn't seem ready to take things further, so after a few minutes, I decided to encourage him. I gently took his right hand, and moved it to my left breast. Brad didn't need any more encouraging. He gently ran his hand across both my breasts. The tingling was driving me wild. I was half expecting my pants to start moving as I got an erection, but of course that didn't happen. I did start to recognise that feeling of getting wet in my pussy though. "Would you like... should we... go to the bedroom?" said Brad, still rather nervous. "I thought you'd never ask!" I whispered. In the bedroom, first he took my dress off. "Oh wow, pink panties! You told me you hated pink and would never wear it!." I felt slightly caught out, but hopefully covered it up with a sneaky smile, "I thought I'd give it a try." Brad got me down to my underwear, then removed his clothes. I gasped. ("Wow," I thought. "I'm sure that's bigger than mine was.") As a slightly smaller person now, Brad's penis looked huge. Of course I knew he had a decent sized penis because we'd got changed in the same room when we younger. But I'd never seen it erect. I had no idea how it would fit inside me. But they'd been married more than a year, so I knew it would go in. I guess I was about to find out how. Brad unclasped my bra. "Wow, I never thought I'd see them again. I'd forgotten how sexy you are, Erin." I just smiled. But there was an extra surprise for Brad when he removed my panties. "What... wow... shaved? I thought you hated what that represented. Not that I mind!" "I just thought I'd do it last weekend," I whispered, which was the truth. "I like how it feels, I hope you will too." From here, I had no idea what to do. I'd never had sex as a man, let alone as a woman. So I let Brad take charge. Expertly, he caressed my clitoris and got me more and more wet. Then when I saw he was getting ready to get on top, I just laid back and spread my legs, and let him take charge. I was expecting it to hurt a little, but it was just pleasurable, as I was super wet by now. How can I describe it? Brad positioned his penis at the entrance, and then gently pushed into me, and I could feel him sliding against the wet walls of my vagina. Once he was all the way in, I could feel him moving inside of me. The feeling of being entered was totally new and foreign to me. And yet, it felt so right. Brad continue to stimulate my clitoris. And, then just like when I did it myself, eventually an orgasm came. And caaaaame. And waaaaaaashed over me. It was glorious. Orgasms were always great, but having one with a penis inside me was blissful and beautiful. My pussy squeezed tightly again and again on his hard penis. Soon Brad also came, and I felt his semen shoot into me. Then he came out, and it was slightly less romantic as I realised semen was dripping out. "Aren't you going to the toilet?" Brad said after a few minutes. I decided this must be what Erin always did. I went and peed, and a lot of the semen came out too. I pulled on a pair of panties and returned to bed, and Brad put an arm around me as we dozed off to sleep. ***** I woke up to hear Brad in the shower. My thoughts returned to last night. It had been amazing. I had wondered if it would be strange having sex with my best friend, but in fact it had felt natural. Then I had an idea. I knew Brad had to work, but I couldn't resist the idea. I removed my panties and pulled the sheets off. Then I waited on the bed, completely naked. Eventually Brad came out of the bathroom, with just a towel around his waist. "Morning honey!" I said. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. Then... let's just say that I almost made him late for work. ***** And so, Brad and I ended up dating. Or were we reconciled, since we were already married? I don't know. Anyway, we saw each other most nights, and most of those times had sex. From what he said, I gathered that sex had almost died out between Brad and Erin in the couple of months before the breakup, so this was a huge change for him as well as for me. I was still new to sex, of course, but I gradually started working out what worked better for me. I began gently telling Brad where and how to touch me, for maximum effect. I also began working out how best to touch him. As a man, I remembered that my penis was most sensitive at the tip, and also underneath just below the tip; so I tried to concentrate on touching him in those places. I could tell that he loved it. More than once, Brad told me that sex had never been so good. After a couple of weeks, we agreed that I should move back into the apartment. So on the weekend, we moved my stuff. Luke helped move things too. Luke seemed happy for us. I could tell that he was initially a little unsure of himself around Brad. In Luke's mind, this was his ex whose heart he had broken. But in Brad's mind, this was his best friend who he was reconnecting with. So Brad was just happy to chat and joke and horse around with Luke - just like he used to with me - and Luke soon got used to it. I watched and smiled. Yes I used to enjoy horsing around with Brad. But I enjoyed being his wife even more. Since Brad worked Saturdays, he had Mondays off. So I left for work on Monday, and Brad said he'd keep unpacking my stuff and putting it away, as best as he could remember. ***** But when I got home that night, something was different. Brad was just sitting on a lounge chair, with a serious look on his face. "Hi Erin, how was your day?" "Fine... yeah good. The business seems to be going well." I sat in the other lounge chair and we made a little more small talk, but I could tell there was something he wanted to say. "So Erin. First, I've got to say, the last couple of weeks have been the best of our marriage. I've enjoyed being with you. And if you don't mind me saying, it's been wonderful in the bedroom." "But, I have to ask... Is there something you need to tell me?" I tried to pretend everything was normal. "No... why?" "Too much has changed. You thought I wouldn't notice? Being all girly all of a sudden: flowery dresses and pink underwear. Different drinks. You don't know where everything is in the kitchen. Sometimes you seem to have no memory of things we've done together..." "Tell me Erin, is there magic involved?" I'm sure the colour drained from my face and gave me away. "Wh... why would there be. Magic's not real..." My voice was fading and I'm sure I didn't sound convincing. "Not real? Don't you remember the magic trick you once showed me?" I gulped. "Come on, tell me. How could you forget? What was the magic trick you once showed me? Here, in this room." "I-I-I don't remember." "Don't you know? You levitated the coffee table for me. Just to show that magic was real. So I know that Erin can do magic. But with all the changes I'm seeing, and you can't even remember doing magic for me..." "... you're not Erin, are you?" I was speechless. "When I was unpacking... look what I found: This box. Erin's magic box. Normally I wouldn't look, but with all the suspicious things you'd been doing, I just had to. And at the very top of the box, there's a parchment with a spell written on it..." "...Body swap spell!" he declared. "So, much as I've enjoyed my time lately, I need to know who you are. I know you must have swapped bodies with Erin, because too much has changed, and there are too many things you don't remember." "You know enough that I can tell you are someone who used to know me. Now I've got a couple of ideas - I know a couple of Erin's friends liked me - but I don't want to play 20 questions. I want to know the truth." "So I'm asking you straight: who are you?" My heart was racing. I felt I was going to burst into tears, but managed to keep it together. "Before I answer," I stammered, "let me first say: the change is permanent. The old Erin is happy in her new life, and I'm very happy with mine. So there's no changing back. So this isn't some sort of fling, this is for good." "The other thing I want to say is, I never did this to be with you. We switched a week before that meeting at Rose's Cafe. It was you who initiated us meeting up. I was just enjoying being Erin. Until we met up that day, I never dreamt we'd get back together. So our getting back together wasn't my idea. It just happened." "OK," he said, "but I still want an answer." I took a deep breath. "Before the swap, I was..." "... Luke." Brad's jaw dropped. He obviously wasn't expecting this. He was probably only speechless for 10 seconds or so, but it felt like several minutes. "Luke... but, but, not Susie or Laura or even Sophie... Luke? I've been screwing my best friend??" His voice got louder. "I've been screwing a FREAKING GUY???" I stretched out my arm. "Look at me!" I sobbed. "I'm not a guy. Not now!" "In-in-in fact, I don't think I was ever really a guy. I wasn't trans and didn't identify as a girl, but I'd always wanted to be one." "So my best friend was gay? I used to get changed with a gay guy??" "No no no, I wasn't gay. Not ever. There's nothing wrong with being gay, but I wasn't. It wasn't until I took Erin's body that I began to look at guys... differently. Honest!" Brad sighed. "This wasn't what I expected. I... I've got to process this." He thought some more. "But I can't kick you out after I just invited you back. I think I'm going to go and sleep at my parents' place tonight." He went off and packed a few things. "See you later Luke. I'll probably be back tomorrow night." "OK, but Brad?..." "... please call me Erin. I am Erin. Whatever happens, I am Erin, and the old Erin is now Luke. Whatever happens, that's not changing." "OK, see you tomorrow... Erin." And with that, Brad slammed the door and was gone. I won't say I was miserable that night. Yes I was sad. Yes I cried and sobbed. Yes I was broken hearted. I had begun to care for Brad in a way I never had when we were buddies, and I think I was falling in love with him. But I was not miserable. I told myself: whatever happens, I am still glad I did this. I am happier as a broken hearted woman, than as a man who wished he was a woman. So even though I cried myself to sleep, I was still happy that I was a woman. ***** The next day, Luke could see I was down. He asked how I was. "Shut the door, Luke." Then I continued: "Brad knows." "What?" "Well of course he was going to find out. You never told me that you'd demonstrated real life magic in front of him! So he knew you could do magic, and worked out I wasn't you." "But it came as a shock to him that I used to be Luke. He wasn't expecting that. Anyway, he slept at his parents' last night, and we're going to see each other again tonight. I guess we're going to split up after all." Luke answered, "Should I phone him"? "No no no," I said. "It's me he's angry with. Just leave it." Luke thought, "Look on the bright side Erin: you're no worse off than when this started." "I know," I replied. "And I'm still glad we did this." Luke smiled. "So am I. So it's a relief to hear you say that." ***** When I got home to the apartment, Brad's car was already there. I took a deep breath to compose myself, and went inside. "Hi Erin," said Brad, as soon as I walked in the door. "I know this is what I said last night, but take a seat." So I took a seat and waited, wondering what he was going to say. "Erin, I won't lie. I was shocked when I found out you used to be Luke. I felt almost... used." "But-" I began. "Just wait!" Brad interrupted. "But then, I also realised, the last 2 weeks were the happiest we've ever been. The change in you - well, you becoming Erin - it was... it was good. Somehow you in Erin's body has made a wonderful, beautiful woman." I blushed. "So..." He got down on one knee. I gasped and I put my hands to my face in shock. "Erin, I'd like to re-present you with your engagement ring, which the old Erin gave back when she moved out. I would be honoured if you wore that. I love you. I love the new Erin. And, if things work out, I would love to do a vow renewal with you, and re-present each other with our wedding rings, perhaps on our second wedding anniversary." By now tears were streaming down my face. I couldn't speak. "Well?" he asked. Finally I got a word out, "Yes, Brad. Yes, I would love that." We hugged for a very long time. And then kissed. And then, his hand moved to my boob. "Yes please!" I purred, and he led me to the bedroom. The lovemaking that evening was particularly special. When Brad had removed my clothes, I stepped back for a moment and posed, showing my curves, my hips, my boobs, and best of all my shaved vulva. "See, all woman!" I said. "Yeah, I know," said Brad. "It just took me a while to process it. I guess thinking that my best friend had always wanted to be a woman was the best way for me to think about it. Now I think of you as sort of an improved Erin. The same beautiful body, but with a lovely extra feminine personality." The comment was so lovely, I smiled and stepped forward to embrace him again. After a few more minutes of foreplay, my legs were spread and Brad was entering me again, just like he had so many times over the last few weeks. While I lay there, I marvelled at what had happened. Here I was, now with a vagina, and a man thrusting inside of me. My penis was gone but I had this tiny, sensitive clitoris which Brad could expertly touch and bring me to orgasm. I was so overcome, that this time my orgasm was accompanied by tears. "Are you ok babe?" asked Brad. "Yes," I smiled, "I've just never been so happy!" ***** And that is how, after 25 years as a male, I became a bride in a white wedding dress. We had that vow renewal, in front of our families. I managed to get the original wedding dress altered. To celebrate my new femininity, I got the neckline lowered a little. Just to show off my assets a bit more. Because, I guess, I felt more feminine than Luke ever did. Apart from Brad, Luke was the only other person who knew the real reason for the vow renewal. Everyone else thought it was about reconciling. Only Luke knew that it was a new Erin, committing herself to Brad for the first time. Speaking of Luke, he looked very happy. He even brought a date. Sarah is her name. She seems lovely, and I can tell that Brad enjoys her company very much. It looks like Luke is enjoying being a man as much as I am enjoying being a woman. In a few years, Brad and I want to try for a family. It was this that finally convinced Luke that he didn't want to be Brad's wife. But for me, I can hardly wait. Well I can wait, because I know it will stretch my body and make me put on weight. I'd like a few more years of hot newlywed sex first. But I am looking forward to being a mother, one day. It got me thinking. When we were young, Luke and I would often swap toys, but usually one us would regret it afterwards. Not this time. We've swapped lives, and I couldn't be happier. Swapping with my sister is the best thing I ever did. The End.