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Author warning: I wrote this story for another site that allows the use of HTML. There are words that are emphasized and generally thoughts are italicized as well. None of that will show up on this version which must be .txt only. I think it is still readable, but it is not quite as clear when a line is a thought instead of part of a normal paragraph. I'm not going back through and re-adding "he thought" to the entire story, as it is 100 pages long, roughly. General guideline: If a paragraph starts out in third person but the last line is in first person, it is that character thinking something. Thanks / sorry. Chapter 1 Brian Reynolds checked the rearview mirror for the third time since he'd stopped the car. His hair, he decided, could not be improved any more. He opened his mouth wide, smiling at himself, checking his teeth for any remains of his dinner. His collar also passed inspection, and he nodded to himself. He looked good and the roses in the passenger seat couldn't hurt. Not much else I can do. Tonight was finally going to be the night. He'd begun dating Angela four months prior, and she had quickly turned into his favorite girlfriend in recent memory. She was smart, witty, funny, and oh was she sexy. Those tits, that ass, that hair - he loved all of it. And she loved showing off for him! She was constantly in yoga pants, low cut shirts, and wearing lingerie that he could just barely see. It drove him wild, always being around a woman as openly sexual as Angela. It made it all the harder that she wouldn't sleep with him. Wouldn't even let him stay the night. Wouldn't be in the same bed with him after midnight. It made no sense, when she was clearly so into him. But everything else was so incredible that Brian had resolved to wait as long as this one took. Second date, fifth date, twenty dates, it didn't matter. He was going to fuck Angela Semmler if it killed him. His cock strained against his pants, almost painfully, reminding him that the wait might actually kill him. "Okay, Brian," he said to himself. "Just play it cool. Be cool. She wouldn't invite you over at eleven-forty for tea. Tonight is the night if you don't fuck it up." He took a deep breath, breathing out slowly and feeling his heart begin to calm. He took one last look in the mirror and nodded to himself. He grabbed the flowers and exited the car, jogging up the twenty steps to Angela's apartment. He knocked twice on the door and stood there waiting for a few moments, before he heard Angela call from inside the house. "It's open, Brian!" Here goes nothing. Brian opened the door and walked into the familiar apartment, then stopped. He looked around, stunned, as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the living room entry area. The room was lit with candles, more than a dozen of them. There were glasses and a bottle of wine in ice on a stand next to the couch. And on the couch.. "Hello, Bryan," Angela said huskily. "Angela," Bryan nearly choked out. "Hello..." She was dressed in a matching black lingerie set and nothing else. Her long, toned legs and stomach were covered in a slight sheen, as if she'd rubbed herself in oil. Her hair had been elegantly curled, and hung down to her breasts in ringlets. Her eyes were dark and smoky, and she lounged back against the arm of the couch with her legs slightly spread. He could just see the faint outline of her pussy through the sheer undergarments. Brian's throat tightened as he swallowed again. "It's time we had a talk, Brian," Angela said, sitting up slightly. "Come sit with me. Oh, thank you for the roses, honey, they are fantastic. Can you set them by the wine? We need to talk about something before midnight." Brian walked over to the wine almost mechanically, completely shocked. How had she gone from never mentioning sex to... this? It was like a knob had been turned off, but now that it was on, everything was flowing full force. He set the roses down next to the wine glasses and sat down on the couch next to Angela, his cock straining impossibly hard now as he could see her. She smelled faintly of flowers, and he reached out a hand to stroke her thigh. Angela gave him a radiant smile, leaning over and kissing him. She grabbed his hand from her leg, and brought it up to grasp her breast, and he leaned into the kiss, grabbing hold of her ample tits. He began to massage her as they kissed, but she broke off the kiss and gently lowered his hands again to her leg. He looked at her questioningly. Are we doing this or not? "Brian," she said haltingly. "I just want you to know that I have been so completely happy with you. Just head over heels in love the past four months. You are the best guy I could ever imagine, and the fact that I haven't slept with you yet has nothing to do with you. It's all on me." Oh no. "So.. 'It's not you, it's me?' Did you call me over and rile me up to break up with me?" Brian asked incredulously. Angela looked shocked. "Of course not! I actually mean it, Brian! I have.. A condition that you have to know about before we can have sex." His heart sank as he looked at her, wondering what it could be. Could she have aids? Herpes? Warts? Something genetic? His puzzlement must have shown on his face because she smiled wanly. "Nothing you could ever guess, Brian," Angela said softly. "I have been cursed." Brian laughed suddenly. "Cursed? Is this that kind of game? Am I meant to save you and be a hero, perhaps?" He leaned into her, grabbing both of her hands and bringing them up in front of his face. "Fair maiden, I shall save thee from thy captors!" Angela laughed aloud. "You are adorable. But no, this isn't a game. I'm actually cursed." "Errr.." said Brian, his laughter fading as he stared deeply into her eyes. She looked at him somberly, and he knew that she was not lying to him. Or, he corrected himself, she believes that she wasn't lying to him. "So.. what kind of curse are we talking about, if this is really true? Can you provide some kind of evidence?" He waved his hand worriedly. "Not that I'm calling you a liar, of course. It's just.. That's a big thing to drop on a guy, you know?" Angela smiled at him, pulling him in for another kiss. "Brian, I invited you over at this time so that you could see the curse for yourself before you decide if you want to continue in our relationship. I've waited four months, and I think you might be the first guy that could actually handle it. If you decide you can't, I will completely understand if you want to leave." Brian stared at the nearly naked woman. "And if I decide that I can handle it?" She took his hand from her leg and brought it down, rubbing it over her pussy through the sheer fabric of her lingerie. He could feel how damp she was, even through the soft material. His breath quickened as she pushed his finger into her slit, and he could feel how tight she was around his finger. She pulled his hand back out and raised it, bringing the finger up to her mouth and sucking on it lightly for a moment. Angela looked at him dead in the eye. "If you can handle it, then I'm going to give you all that you can handle and more." Brian nearly came right then and there. His breaths came quickly, sharp and ragged, as if he'd just finished running for miles. His heart was beating ten million times a minute, and he hoped that he wasn't about to pass out in front of this beauty. His mouth was dry, and he tried to swallow, but there was nothing there to wet his throat. He opened his mouth slowly, then shut it. He licked his lips and tried again. "So... uhhh.. I'm sold. Where do I sign up for the curse?" Angela looked at the clock on the wall. "In about fifteen seconds, you'll find out. It's just easier to show you than to explain it. I'll explain more afterwards." He glanced over at the clock just in time to hear it strike midnight. "So what's this curse.." His voice caught in his throat as he turned back to Angela to find that something strange was happening. Angela stretched her arms above herself on the couch and stuck her legs straight out. Her shoulders popped visibly as tendons began to realign themselves under her skin. She worked her jaw slightly, and there was an audible crack. She twisted her head from side to side as if working out a crick in her neck. Then she stood, stretching again, and Brian was sure that she was taller than normal. She was such a dainty girl, thin and only coming up to his mouth. This Angela was not far from eye level with him. She pointed down towards her feet, and Brian watched incredulously as her skin began to change. The shade darkened somewhat, to a tanned bronze from her previous ivory. Her feet lengthened, again slightly, and her legs began to change. The changes rolled up her leg, advancing a few inches per second, and her legs began to have a different shape to them. The calves were more defined, more muscular, but still feminine. Her thighs thickened slightly, and her hips flared a little wider. Her abs became more defined, with visible knots of muscle like a rock climber's. Her arms became more wiry, and her breasts shrank very slightly to a decent C cup. They were still very nice, but just a little less voluptuous than before. Her face structure rearranged itself to a different woman entirely, one that was more exotic and foreign. Her hair darkened to black, straightening as it shortened, and she opened her eyes. Angela looked down at herself, taking in her changes calmly. She walked a slow circle, testing her balance, and her butt was still very appealing. She felt her hair, running her narrow fingers through and testing the strands. She cupped her breasts in her hands, hefting them. She nodded, apparently satisfied with this new body, and she looked back at him again. She walked forward and grabbed his hands again as Brian stared at her, jaw open and mind in tatters. "Hello, Brian," Angela said in a sultry spanish accent. "How do you like the new me?" Brian took in this new woman, equally as hot as Angela in a more athletic, toned way. His groin was still on fire, aching to fuck her, but his mind was less up to speed. "Angela.. what.. who.. what is going on?" He stammered. Angela walked towards him and put her hands on his shoulders, steadying him. "Brian, look at me. Look, here, at me." She used one hand to emphasize her meaning, drawing his eyes to hers. "Let's sit down on the couch and I can explain, okay? Try not to freak out." Brian followed her to the couch, sitting on the far side, three feet away from her and not touching her. He cleared his throat. "Who's freaking out? I'm not freaking out," he said, his voice sounding strange in his ears. "It's perfectly fucking normal to see your girlfriend change into some other random girl!" "Brian," Angela said as she reached for his knee, but he pulled it back out of her reach. She frowned, and looked up at him. "Brian, honey. Listen to me. Let me help you understand. If it's too much after that, I'll let you go without a word, okay? I know you're tough enough to handle this, that's why I even let you see it. I never let guys get this far, just because it's too hard." He swallowed hard, eyeing her again. "Okay. Just give me a second. You probably could have explained what was going to happen before it happened." She laughed, a delightful sound, high pitched and loud and wonderful. "You would never have believed me, love. It's impossible. I've tried to explain it first and guys just think that I'm crazy. Once you see it, you know it's real, and I can explain what is going on after." She reached out again, touching his knee, and this time he didn't move. "Okay. So maybe now is the time for an explanation?" he asked hopefully. "Of course, love," she said with a beaming smile. "You are handling this well." This is well? How terribly did it go before? He reached down and took her hand slowly, cautiously, as if it might change into a snake. Angela nodded approvingly. "Yes, that's it. Slow and steady. Now, as to what happened? It is very simple. The women of my family carry a terrible curse, one passed down from generation to generation. It has been going on for so long, and through so many women, that we do not even know the origins of this curse, only that it exists." Brian stared at her incredulously. "You are cursed? That is ridiculous, Angela. There has to be some sort of... explanation..." he trailed off slowly as his brain caught up to his initial reaction. Obviously there was no explanation for a human just transforming into a different human in front of his eyes. A curse was just as likely as a magic wand, or a time traveler with future technology, or a mutant, or literally anything. The facts did not jibe with his views on reality. She nodded patiently. "Yes. The explanation is that I am cursed. As was my mother before me, and my grandmother before her." "So," Brian asked hesitantly, "It's not contagious?" "Definitely not!" Angela said sharply. "I would never risk anything happening to you. Do you think so little of me?" "Well, no," Brian said. "But this is sort of a big new thing to me. I don't know as much about you as I thought." Angela smiled at him. "Everything you knew about me from before is the same. The body you are used to is me. Each day I will wake up in that body and each night at midnight I will transform into a new one." Brian thought for a moment. "So it's sort of like being a werewolf?" "Kind of," Angela said slowly. "Except this happens every night, and never the same body twice." "Every night?" Brian said incredulously. "Yes, my love. Every night. It is why I must make sure that you are alright with this. I will not have sex with you if you aren't willing to try handling the curse with me. It is very difficult for me to get this far in a relationship, and though I love you very much, and I would love to fuck you until you cannot walk, I will not allow it to happen if you cannot handle this arrangement," she said earnestly. Brian's cock strained against his pants again and he had to will himself not to lean forward and kiss her. He closed his eyes and counted to ten slowly, breathing evenly. "So a random body every night at midnight until you wake up?" "Close. It is until I wake up or until I have sex. If I wake up next to someone else at midnight, I will have sex with them, no matter who it is. This is why I do not sleep next to someone until I know they can handle it. The risk is not worth it," she explained. "So we would have sex.. Every night?" he asked. "What's the problem again?" "That sounds great, but you must realize that it is every night whether you want to or not. I will try and sleep with you. You may not find me attractive, we may not be compatible, you may be too tired, but that will not matter to me. I must try to sleep with you," she said. Brian smiled slowly. "That still doesn't sound too bad. It clearly worked for your previous generations if you had daughters to carry on the curse." Angela smiled broadly at him. "So it is. My father described himself as the luckiest man in the world. So it can be for you, but again, it is not without a price." Brian thought some more. "Is the new body random?" She shook her head. "No, it is more complicated than that, but in ways that will often be good for you as my curse is somewhat controllable. Each day after I wake up, the very first person that I touch who I have never touched before will imprint an image on me from their mind. At midnight that night, I will become that person's greatest sexual fantasy, the thing they want most from the deepest corners of their mind. If we sleep together tonight, then tomorrow night I will transform into your greatest sexual fantasy." "So you always become a sexual fantasy. So more often than not, you'll be really hot?" Brian asked. Angela hesitated. "Yes, I would say so. But sometimes I could become a man. Sometimes I could become a fantasy thing, like an elf. It does not matter if the thing exists in the real world, only if the thing exists in the mind of the person I touch." Brian's eyes shot open. "A man?! An elf?" he muttered. "That would be a no go." Angela smiled sadly at him. "As I said, there is a cost. But we can shade the odds in your favor. Oftentimes I will go to a gym where there are a great many attractive men, and I will watch for someone who is checking me out while I workout. Then I will go and touch him, and become his fantasy that night. So more often than not, you will get to fuck a beautiful woman, a different beautiful woman, each night. One who loves you and will do anything you want. I will be your own personal harem." "That sounds... enticing," Brian said. "So most nights, attractive women. Some nights, man or.. other?" "Yes. It is not always possible to touch the person I want. Sometimes people bump into me. Sometimes I am wrong, and the person may like something different. I do not always know. I have been strange things before, things I do not wish to speak of," Angela said. "I have one question, because honestly, it doesn't seem that bad. A few bad nights, but mostly incredible? I could chance that," he said cautiously. "I knew that you could," Angela beamed at him. "I would not have chosen you if I did not believe." "So my biggest problem in this is that I never get to fuck you. The Angela that I fell in love with, the one that teases me and plays with me and is the most wonderful woman in the world," Brian said honestly. "I want to be with that Angela. Angela was silent for a long moment, and he saw that her lips were trembling. "Oh, no," Brian said quickly. "I didn't mean I wouldn't agree, just that..." He cut off as Angela shook her head quickly. "No, my love. You said nothing wrong, quite the contrary. I have.. You are just the best boyfriend, and I'm so happy to be with you. That was wonderful," she said quietly. "But you need not worry. Once I have sex at night, I return to my normal self. And even if I do not have sex, I return to myself at dawn. At any point between then and midnight, you and I can do whatever we wish as my true self." Brian smiled as he listened to what she was saying. "So.. Every night we will have sex, sometimes weird sex, and every day we will be normal? Sometimes still having sex?" Angela smiled at him. "You catch on quickly. But yes, you are correct. I have a very high sex drive. And I know you do, as well." He grunted, waving a hand at his groin. "I'm so hard it fucking hurts, babe." She leaned forward, placing a hand on his pants, feeling his hard cock. He had a spectacular view of her breasts as she came towards him, hand gripping him through his pants. She brushed past his mouth and lightly kissed his cheek, then whispered in his ear. "So, Brian. Do you accept my offer? Do not agree to this lightly, it is not a deal that is easily broken." He groaned as she squeezed him again. He had never wanted to fuck anyone as bad as Angela, and the four month wait was driving him forward inexorably. He could as easily have grabbed the moon as said no to her. "I accept," he mumbled, trying to turn and kiss her. "No, love," she whispered back at him. "Kissing is for Angela afterwards. That is an intimate thing I wish to share with you and my true self." She pushed him back against the arm of the couch and he leaned into it, his cock pointing straight up through his boxers. With a shock, he realized that she had already undone the zipper and had his cock nearly out. "How did you...?" he asked, but Angela was having none of it. She stared at him, dark eyes, black hair, and makeup making her an even more dark and exotic being than normal. She leaned down and bit the top of his boxers, using her teeth to pull them up and over his engorged cock. He sprang free, all seven inches, and she licked her lips as she stared at him. Then she leaned forward and ran her tongue up his shaft. As she reached the top, she took it into her mouth and worked her soft lips around the head, focusing pressure on the frenulum as she teased the tip with her tongue. Brian made it two seconds before coming all over her face. Chapter 2 "I'm so sorry!" Brian said for the third time in the last two minutes. "That doesn't usually happen..." He was standing in the doorway to Angela's bathroom as she cleaned herself up with a towel. He hadn't come in almost a month, and he had made quite the mess, all over her face, chest, and even some on her lingerie top. Angela glanced at him, grinning. "Brian, it's fine. I've made you wait for months and then teased you more tonight. I know you have a lot of pent up frustrations to get out. I wanted this," she said with a laugh. She turned back to the mirror, wiping her neck with the towel. "Still," he said. "That was embarrassingly fast. It's not usually quite so..." "Premature?" Angela suggested wickedly. Brian groaned. "It sounds awful when you say it, and it doesn't sound good when I say it." Angela inspected herself in the mirror. Her hair could use a good scrub, but she was good enough for the rest of their night. She turned and walked towards Brian, hitting the light switch as she walked past. She grabbed his hand and started walking towards the bedroom, slowly tugging him along behind her. "Are we still..?" Brian asked "Well, I need to change," Angela replied. "Somebody got cum on my bra." Brian flushed a little, still embarrassed. This was not how he'd pictured his first night with her, not at all. Hell, this wasn't really his first night with Angela. This was somebody else's fantasy spaniard. Not that he was complaining. She was still incredibly hot, by far the hottest woman he had ever been with. But she wasn't his Angela, even if the movements and mannerisms were still the same. They reached her bedroom and Brian looked around. He'd only seen into the room a couple of times and only been inside of it once. They usually went to his apartment, due to its central location and proximity to both of their jobs. Angela's room was, well, normal. It looked like every other bedroom for a young college grad in the city. There was a mismatched collection of furniture, a day mirror, a stuffed animal on the bed, and everything was decorated in yellows, pinks, and greens. It all looked exactly like he would expect Angela's room to look. Except for the sexy spanish woman standing in it. Angela turned around, pursing her lips. She locked eyes with Brian and smiled shyly. "You," she gestured to him, "have made quite the mess," and she gestured to her bra. He winced, eyeing the cum stains on a decent chunk of the right side. "Do you know what we will have to do to fix this situation?" she asked. "Well, you said you were going to change," Brian offered. "Do you have anything else like that to put on?" he asked hopefully. She grinned at him. "I think I have a better solution. Why don't we just..." she reached behind her, fiddling with the back. The tension lessoned and he could tell that she'd undone the clasp. "... not wear one at all?" She brought her arms forward and dropped the silky garment onto the ground beside her. Brian swallowed hard as he looked at her naked breasts. The nipples were large and dark, far darker than hers usually were, and slightly more pert. It was strange, seeing her in such a different shape, despite still being a slender, attractive woman. His cock twinged, beginning to harden again as he stared at her. Angela looked down at herself in mock horror. "Oh no, now I don't have a matching set! I guess we will have to fix this." She reached down to her waist, hooking her thumbs through the band of the black panties. She began to tug each side down an inch at a time, alternating, so the lingerie slid down a little more with each tug. It caught on her now- larger ass and she grinned at him. With a final tug, they snapped down off of her ass, falling quickly down her tanned legs. She stepped out of the panties and raised her arms around her head. She spun a slow circle, letting Brian take in her entire body once more. "So, my love. What do you think?" she asked as she turned around to face him again. "Ay caramba!" he said. Angela laughed and smacked him on his arm. "That is not the right phrase, mi amor." She smiled at him and backed towards her bed, hopping up onto the edge of it. She scooted backwards to the middle of the bed before laying back on a pillow. She threw her arms to the side, over the other pillows on the bed, and spread her legs slightly, just letting him see her pussy. "What are you waiting for?" Angela asked coyly. Brian needed no extra encouragement, climbing onto the bed. His cock stiffened quickly and he moved up to her. He pulled his shirt off over his head, his fit body on display for her and she took him with her eyes. She smiled up at him, beaming, her perfect teeth on display. "I know this has been hard for you, Brian," she said softly. "But I want you to know.. It has been every bit as hard for me. I've wanted you so badly." He smiled down at her. "That is... really good to hear, Angela. You are worth the wait, though. Even if this is a little different than what I expected." She grinned. "I know. But as soon as we finish here, I will be back to you once more. Always yours, my love. But for now, please, just take me. Make me yours." Brian did not need any encouragement, and he dropped down to his knees. He lined his cock up with her slit, rubbing it around the entrance to wet himself with her fluids. He leaned forward more, bringing his head over hers so that he could look at her face. She was looking up at him, slightly biting her lower lip, and her eyes were full of lust. Then he entered her and there was no more thought for some time. She felt incredible, even considering his months of waiting. She was an animal in bed, squeezing him, rolling her hips, feeling him with her hands. She was very vocal, and the spanish accent to her words and moans was an added bonus. Spaniards had a reputation as fiery, hot people, and Angela was living up to that now. He grunted as he entered her, establishing a good rhythm and doing his best to make sure she was enjoying herself. Once again, it was all he could do to hold on, to not come early. He was quickly approaching his apex, and he steadied his breathing, trying to calm himself, trying to last longer. Angela noticed, smiling in spite of her shaking body. "No, my love!" she cried. "Finish and we can be together!" She reached up and caressed his face with her hand. It was all the prodding Brian needed. He thrust deep inside of her, pushing hard, and stopped trying to hold back. It took only a few more thrusts for him to climax, gushing cum into her for the second time that night. He groaned, enjoying the intense rush focused on his cock, feeling his seed rushing out of him for a few more spurts. All too soon, it was over, and he collapsed onto the bed next to her, cock limp and the energy gone from his body. He was breathing heavily, hair sweaty, and he smiled contentedly. Brian reached over, pulling Angela close, her head on his shoulder, cuddled up next to his prone body. She traced fingers along his jaw, down his neck, and played with his chest. She sighed happily, staring at him and she felt the warmth in her groin that let her know her time was up. "Thank you, mi amor," she breathed. He looked over at her in time to see the changes begin again. They were the reverse of her earlier changes, with the hair and head happening first and bleeding back to her normal tones. Then the skin changed, a rolling wave from head to foot that included her breasts expanding back to their normal size. Last came the interior changes, which Brian couldn't see at all from his vantage point. He could feel her shoulder popping as the joints realigned inside of her and that was highly disconcerting. He watched her shoulder intently, but couldn't see any evidence of the realignment on her skin - just the vibrations coming from inside. In a few moments, Angela was back. She looked up at him, still laying against his side, head on his right arm. She was beaming, almost rapturous. "You have no idea how long it's been since I've been able to actually be me, and not have to worry," she said. "The last few times I had sex I had to run out of the room ten seconds afterwards and then leave. I haven't had a relationship be intimate in years. It feels wonderful." Brian smiled back at her. "I'm glad I can help... but I don't think I did anything amazing there." Angela hugged his arm even tighter. "It's not about what you did or didn't do, love. It's about you being willing to be here with me. Willing to give this a chance." He shook his head. "I haven't had to do anything special for this. You've been wonderful. I got to have sex with a beautiful woman. I'm still here holding a beautiful woman. I have nothing to complain about." Angela's lips trembled as she looked up at him lovingly. She tilted her head forward and he obliged her, leaning down to kiss her. They held together for a long moment before breaking apart, and she nestled her head on his shoulder, hair splayed around her naked body and over his chest. She sighed happily, wrapping her arm around his waist to hold his left side and nestled against him. Brian leaned back against the pillow, happy to lay here as long as Angela wanted. Tonight had been, well, everything that he had wanted. It had also been strange in a way he was not ready for, but he had slept with Angela Semmler. It hadn't been her body, true, but it was her. He'd have chances with her again if she was accurate about this strange curse thing. He closed his eyes, content, holding his girlfriend as he drifted off to sleep. I should mention my sister to Angela. She's into all this weird spell stuff, too. Brian awoke pleasantly the next morning with sunlight streaming through the windows. He was very comfortable, laying in Angela's bed, and it took him a few moments before he woke up enough to realize that something strange was happening. Angela was sucking his dick. He tilted his head forward, looking at her in shock. "Ang?" She brought her head up, lips wrapped around him. She slowed as she neared the tip, lips following his contours until finally her mouth popped off the tip. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock slowly, and Brian grunted. "Good morning," Angela said cheerfully. "Morning to you, too," Brian said. "This is new..." She smiled. "New for now. This can be normal, now." His cock stiffened noticeably at that. Angela began to slowly run her hand up and down the lower part of his shaft. She was careful to not bring him along too quickly, and was keeping him at his maximum hardness. Her smile lessened slightly and she looked at him seriously. "I haven't had you yet. I couldn't wait any longer." She briefly leaned back on the balls of her feet, letting go of his cock. She stood, staggering slightly as her weight pushed into the soft bedding. She spread her arms wide once again, giving him a fresh view of her naked body - her true naked body, something he had never before. Her dark hair still had the impression of her elegant curls from the night before, hanging in waves down her back. Her legs and arms had no more sheen to them, and she no longer had the dark makeup on around her eyes. But for all that, she still had amazing legs, a nice hourglass figure, and her breasts were incredible. Even just out of bed, first thing in the morning, Angela was one of the most beautiful women Brian had ever laid eyes on. "You are just about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said honestly. "I can't quite get over how hot you are." Angela gave him a radiant smile as she dropped back to her knees next to him. "Well, then, today is your lucky day. Because I am horny as fuck, and I've been wanting this for months. I waited until a Saturday when I knew neither one of us had anything to do, and today is that special day. Sex Day!" Brian nearly choked. "Sex Day?" "Yes!" she said excitedly. "We are not going anywhere. We are not doing anything. We'll order out and I am going to fuck you until you can't move anymore, and then we'll watch a movie or something. And guess what happens then?" "Then we have sex some more?" Brian asked hopefully. Angela laughed delightedly. "Right! Well, sort of. Today is also special because you are the first person that I touched today. Tonight, at midnight, for the first and only time in our lives, I will transform into your sexual fantasy. And we're going to enjoy it." Brian's cock was painfully hard now, and he thought about all the women he'd fantasized about over the years. He wondered which one was his absolute favorite, the thing that would turn him on the most... It was hard to pick, there were so many. He frowned, thinking hard. Angela watched his puzzled expression and laughed. "There's no point in thinking about it, my love. You cannot influence it, and sometimes people are surprised in what they want the most. It comes from deep inside, and thinking about it only ensures you will miss it. Just be happy when the time comes. But that is for later, much later. For now, you and I have unfinished business." Brian grinned. "I like unfinished business." "I hope so," Angela said as she grabbed his cock again. "If you don't, then I'm way out of practice." She bent over him again and he got another eyeful of tits and ass. He settled back, arms behind his head, and he closed his eyes. This is the fucking life. Angela resumed right where she'd left off, tracing her lip around the tip of his cock. She swirled it around, licking at his frenulum and gripping the base of his shaft firmly. She began to take him deeper inside, her lips gripping him, sliding along his skin. He grunted as she twisted her hand, rubbing her saliva up and down him. She traced her tongue down his entire length and began to lightly suck on his balls. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could, working him with her tongue as she did so. While she played with his balls, she began to jerk him off with her hand. Brian groaned, cock on fire as Angela worked every part of him with great skill. She knew exactly what buttons to push, where to suck, how to lick, and it all felt incredible. He opened his eyes, looking down and watching her as she worked. It was intoxicating, his cock in her hand and his balls in her mouth. Angela looked up at him, mouth pulling off of his balls and she smiled at him. Then she went back to the tip of his dick and began to bob up and down on it, quickly now, trying to make him cum. Brian gasped, feeling her mouth sucking him off hard now. There were no more tender caresses. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could and squeezed him with her lips. Her hand twisted around the base of his shaft, and he felt himself quickly edging towards a climax. He looked down at her, making eye contact with his gorgeous girlfriend and he tried to speak. "I'm... going to... mphhhhh..." Her eyes lit up and she sped up even further, squeezing him harder. She was like an animal, a desperate fiend out for cum and sex. Within moments, Brian felt himself cross the line of no return and he leaned back, eyes shut and hands clenching the bed below him. With a tremendous groan, he released, shooting cum into Angela's waiting mouth. He pulsed seven or eight times, and she swallowed it all, holding him in her mouth the entire time. He finished his orgasm and Angela let his limp cock fall from her mouth. She swallowed again and smiled at him, showing off her perfect teeth. Then she scooted back up to lay next to him, pressing her naked body into his. He could feel her breasts against his side, her hair tickling his shoulder. She smelled of sex, of sweat, of cum, of must... but she was wonderful nonetheless. "How was it?" she asked softly into his side. He reached down and held her, arm wrapping around her head and holding her shoulder, squeezing him against her. "I love you, babe." She looked up at him with delight in her eyes. "I could lay here and listen to you say that forever." He grinned down at her. "Well, we can't do it forever. I have an appointment on my calendar." She raised an eyebrow at him. "It better be important." "Oh, it is," he said loftily. "I double checked it this morning. Today's date, 9 am. Sex day." Angela poked him hard in the ribs, and he laughed. "Cuddles first, my beautiful girl. Sex after. More later?" She settled in against him. "More always. I never want this to end." "Me either, Ang. Me either." The two of them lay quietly together for a few minutes, before Brian remembered what he wanted to ask her. "Hey Angela?" "Yes?" "You remember my youngest sister? You met her at Christmas six weeks ago," he said. She thought for a minute. "The goth one?" "Yeah, her. She's into all this strange magic stuff. Spells and wicca and that weird stuff they do in New Orleans. You know, with the dolls? That thing," he said. Angela nodded. "Voodoo, yes." "Would you want to talk to her about your curse thing?" Brian asked. "I'm not at all trying to push it on you. I've thought she was crazy for years, but now that I know stuff like this actually exists.." Angela looked up at him and smiled. "I don't think so, love. It's sweet that you even thought to ask, but I'd like for this to be just for us, okay?" Brian nodded. "I won't tell a single soul. It was just a thought." "I know you won't. I trust you." "You can," he said seriously. "You're the best, and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." "That's why we're here," she said with a happy sigh. Chapter 3 Brian had begun to get increasingly excited, and also increasingly nervous, as the clock ticked towards midnight. There were only five minutes left, and he was already turned on at the thought of what might be. But he was also worried as well. "What if it's something... strange?" he asked Angela for the fourth time. "If it is, it is. I will not mind, because it will make you happy. I have been strange things before," she replied. "I'm looking forward to sharing this with you." Angela had not gotten dolled up for tonight as she had the night before. She had told him that whatever he wanted would be taken care of. Makeup, body, lust, accent, attitude, everything. Whatever was in his mind would be made manifest, down to the smallest details. The only things that didn't come with the transformation were clothes. Brian sat nervously on the couch, fidgeting with his hands. Angela sat next to him, legs tucked up and under her and head lying back on his shoulder. Her eyes were closed, and she had a beatific smile on her face. She was content to lay there, thinking about the marathon they'd had throughout the day. Brian had managed to go seven times, more than she'd hoped for, and the sex was good. He was not the best lover she'd had, but he was close, and he was the most compassionate and caring, which counted for more. She was so sure that this time things would work out. She knew she was lucky to have found him and was going to do everything she could to make it work. The clock ticked over to 11:59, and Brian's nerves were starting to get the better of him. His mind raced as he thought over all of the things that had ever turned him on; some were mild, others were more kinky. He fretted, wondering what Angela would think of him after discovering such a deeply personal thing. He was sure it wouldn't be anything gross, but any absolute truth about a person was sensitive knowledge. Especially when they themselves did not know what that absolute truth was. Most especially when it was sexual. With thirty seconds to go, Angela unfolded her legs and lithely stood from the couch, shedding her clothes and kicking them away from her. She wanted Brian to be able to watch the entire change, with nothing obscured. He'd be able to enjoy this one more than the previous night now that he knew what was coming. She stood with her feet slightly apart and her arms at her side, and she smiled at Brian as she blew him a kiss. The clock struck midnight and Brian clambered to his feet, heart racing as he stared at Angela intently. The changes began much as they had the previous night. Angela's physical stature began to change, with audible pops as bones adjusted and tendons stretched to meet their new requirements. Unlike the previous night, Brian could see this part happening, because Angela was growing visibly taller. Last night she'd only gained a couple of inches, but tonight.. Tonight she was quickly catching up to him. Within seconds, she was eye level with him, and his mouth went dry at the sight of a six foot tall version of Angela. She was long and lean, and her legs were very enticing when stretched like this. She looked down at the ground and he remembered to watch her feet as the fleshy changes began to occur. Her skin began to darken again, tanning to a mediteranean olive, a little darker and a shade off from her spaniard skin. Her legs became far more muscular than they had even the night before, like an olympic athlete. Her calves and thighs rippled with new definition, and her butt quickly followed. Her arms and shoulders became almost amazonian, and her breasts actually increased in size. They were huge now, and he wondered what her cup size could be. Brian watched in fascination as her face changed, becoming another exotic foreign beauty. Her eyes lightened to a striking blue, and her hair lengthened down to the middle of her back. It was now wavy, not curled, and was completely black. The changes finished, and Angela looked down at herself, taking a few steps and stretching as she had the night before. Brian's cock was raging as he watched her walk around, and he knew who this was. He'd never thought to be able to see her, not like this, but even his fantasies hadn't known just how beautiful she would be. Just her walk exhibited such power, yet also grace and poise. She was like a leopard, ready to pounce, to strike, to kill. She was a warrior, someone incredible, something amazing, and more perfect than even his innermost imagination could have guessed. He had to have her, to know what it was like. To have the greatest woman in the world at his beck and call for even a few minutes.. She stopped and looked at him. "Am I everything that you have ever desired?" she asked softly, with an edge to her voice. Her accent was back, but different, older. She sounded italian, possibly, or greek. Something old made new again. He swallowed. He was so horny that it hurt, but he also had to know. He had to ask. "Who.. who are you?" She stared at him with those blue eyes, breasts heaving as she chuckled. She spread her arms wide and the muscles and tendons rippled as she posed for him. "Do you not know? Am I not what you sought after all?" "Please," he said hoarsely. "Tell me your name." She smiled at him, radiant, beautiful, gorgeous. "I am Diana of Themyscira, of course. You have called me from a great distance to be here with you tonight." "Wonder Woman," he breathed out. He'd known from the start, but it was too good to be true. Something out of his dreams, out of a long forgotten obsession over comics as a young boy and movies as a young man. It had never occurred to him that he might summon an actual goddess. His eyes took her in, every curve, every line, and he knew that she was Diana. Diana walked closer to Brian. "The very same. I have heard your cry for help across the worlds and have come to answer it this very night. Do you have the will to come with me?" "Yes," said Brian, who wasn't sure that he did. She grabbed his hand, raising their arms together. "You will make your family proud this night. Do you have a name?" "It's Brian. Uhh, of New York," he said slowly. His cock strained against his pants and it was all he could do to take his eyes from her breasts. Even looking at her face did not help much, as she was, quite literally, the most wonderful woman in the world. The most beautiful, the most powerful. The Wonder Woman. "Then, Brian of New York, shall we?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. She pulled him closer, and he was nearly jerked off his feet. His eyes bulged as he realized that she was almost superhumanly strong, like the actual character. How is that even possible? Diana stood eye to eye with him, the same height, and he almost wilted under the intensity of her gaze. It felt like she was looking at his heart, his soul, as if her eyes could pierce through his flesh and read everything about him. He had a sudden impulse to flee, to stand down from this woman. But he stood firm, still holding her hand, and he swallowed. Diana smiled at him, perfect teeth gleaming in the dim light of the room. "That is good, Brian of New York. Do not feel like you are unworthy," she said as she slid her hand up his arm to grab his shoulder. "We must all fight against Ares in our own way. Is not the love the antithesis of war? Together we can accomplish something beautiful, something neither of us can do alone. That is a worthy pursuit, no?" Brian stared at Diana, her words firming his resolve and opening his heart to her. He leaned in, placing a hand on her neck as he kissed her. Her mouth opened to him and their tongues met, softly feeling the other. His other hand moved in and he placed it on her waist, feeling the tense muscles there. He wanted to feel more, but it almost felt.. Irreverent. She noticed his hesitation, pulling back from their kiss and eyeing him seriously. She smiled at him again. "Brian, do not worry. Before I had ever met a man, before even leaving Themyscira, I had read each of Clio's treatises on carnal pleasure. I have slept with many men since. You need not hold back on my account. Give in to your passion, your love, your fire. Only in truly letting go can you help fight Ares." She's so good at this, is this actually Angela anymore? She's right, what's the point of having a fantasy if I'm so nervous I can't even enjoy it? Wonder Woman is naked in the room with me and wants to sleep with me. Why am I worried? Brian smiled, her words taking register in his mind. He leaned back in to kiss her, hand snaking down to wrap around her waist and cup her ass. It was even more toned than her waist and he could feel the taut muscles there without her flexing at all. Her breasts were pressed into his chest, and they felt ridiculously huge, larger than Angela's. They were perfect, gravity defying, with dark nipples and no sag to them at all. Brian broke off their kiss and brought his other hand down to hold one, feeling the weight. His thumb rubbed across her nipple, brushing it lightly, and she sucked in a quick breath. That was all the encouragement that he needed. Sure, this was Diana, actual goddess, but she felt pleasure the same as any other woman. Brian continued rubbing her and he roamed her body with the hand that was on her ass. He wanted to take it all in, to feel the muscle, to know every inch of her. Diana stood there, enjoying his touch, biting her lower lip as each stroke of her nipple turned her on a little more. Brian guided her to turn around with his hands and then gently pushed her towards the bedroom. She understood immediately and started walking that way, turning her head and beaming at him over her shoulder. He stood where he was, watching her calves as she walked, admiring the definition, the lines rippling in her legs as she moved. Each step flexed her butt and the muscles between her shoulders. Even naked and alone in the apartment, he could never mistake her for anything other than what she was. A leopard, indeed. Diana turned her head, looking over her shoulder at him. Her hair followed, and she beamed at him as she walked, enjoying the show that she was giving him, knowing how much it was turning him on. She turned around fully, still walking backwards, and beckoned him forward with a finger. Without stopping, she perfectly spun on the ball of one foot in a half turn, just in time to reach the door. She bent forward into the bedroom, legs spread, hair cascading down around her head towards the floor. Her hand came sneaking back between her legs, fingers spread, and she reached back up to stick two fingers into her pussy. Brian stared at her, mouth open, as she rubbed herself slowly. He could hear noises as her fingers plunged in, fluids moving around as she entered herself, and he could tell that she was already soaked inside. His cock was as hard as he'd ever felt it, and he stumbled forward, almost in a trance. He could think of nothing else but Diana, nothing else but feeling her on his cock. Visions of the two of them together flashed through his mind, position after position offering endless opportunities, and he nearly fell into the wall. Diana stood, turning to face him and laughing at his clumsiness. "Come, Brian. I am waiting for you." She raised her hands over her head and then somehow folded herself down into a backwards somersault, rolling into the bedroom through the open door. She sprang out of it, pushing off her powerful legs into a high arcing backflip that Brian was sure would hit the ceiling, but she somehow tucked herself down and just avoided it. She landed on the edge of the bed, surely moving too quickly to stop, but she did, collapsing down fluidly onto her side. Her head was propped up on her arm and hand back at her groin, rubbing her clit slowly. She wasn't even breathing hard. Brian stopped where he was, completely aghast. Angela, he was sure, was not physically capable of what had just occurred. She had neither the physical stature nor the mental knowledge of how to do anything like what Diana had done. Not even close, not by half. He shook his head, trying to make sure that this wasn't a particularly vivid dream. When he didn't wake up, he started walking forward again, eyes on Diana. He reached the foot of the bed and stripped his shirt off over his head. He stripped out of his pants, and his cock sprang free, sticking straight out from his body. Diana's eyes fixated on it, lighting up. She sat up a little straighter, hair falling elegantly around her face, a few strands over her breasts and the rest behind her. She smiled, eyes on his cock and his firm body. "You have been blessed, mortal," she said, nodding towards him. "I have lived a long time and seldom seen such as this." Brian blushed furiously at the praise, climbing on to the bed and laying down next to her. He propped his head up on his arm, mirroring her pose. He reached out again and began massaging her breast and she opened her mouth, inhaling sharply. His hand lingered on her nipple for a few moments before tracing its way down her body. He felt the curve of her stomach and the flare of her hips. He felt the soft skin of her thighs and his fingers danced their way towards her groin. He stopped again, lingering against her inner thigh, and he looked up at her face. Diana nodded at him and she raised her top leg a few inches, giving him access to her. She reached down and took his hand in hers, guiding him to her pussy. She placed his hand over the top of her and put her hand on top of his, pushing him against her. Her eyes were open wide, inviting. He didn't need to be told any more. Brian curled his fingers and pushed two of them inside her. They slid in easily, and he was astonished at how wet she was, how turned on. He could feel liquid fluid lubricant everywhere, and his hand slid easily against her soft skin. She flexed her muscles and he could feel her squeeze impossibly hard, so hard that he worried she might break his hand. His eyes opened wide and he stared at her. She grinned at him. "Yes, you feel how wet I am for you. I want this, as you do. You must tell me how you want it." Brian's mouth was dry and his mind started racing. Just what position should you do with a god? He looked at her, hesitating, and then he made up his mind. "Can we try something that works best because of who you are? Something mortal women might have trouble with? Something from your.. carnal treatises perhaps?" Diana's eyes lit up as he spoke. "Yes, I can do this for you," she said. "Though perhaps any position with me would be something mortal women might have trouble with." Brian had trouble responding to that. Diana moved her hand away from his, leaving him free to massage her clit and she leaned into a kiss once more. He felt her arm moving between them and flinched as she pushed past his own thighs. Her hand found his cock and she wrapped her fingers around him, thumb on the tip. She broke away from the kiss and pushed him over onto his back. "We shall do three things, Brian of New York," she said. "No more, no less. That is the time that I have, and you will not be able to move afterwards." Brian's eyes widened even more. She pushed herself up to a sitting position and his hand fell away from her pussy. He brought it back up to her breast, but she shook her head slightly. "Hold on to the bed. Try not to move, because this will be intense." "What will be inten..." he started to say, but his breath was taken from him in the next instant when Diana started to jerk him off. He gasped, head slamming back into the bed and his mouth opened in an immediate yell. Her hand was like a vice, holding him incredibly hard, squeezing him in a way that should have been painful from anyone less immaculate. Except that it wasn't, not at all. Her hand felt incredibly soft, almost frictionless, even as she squeezed him in her vice grip. Her hand was rubbing up and down his cock so quickly that it was literally a blur. It was like being jerked off by a jackhammer, by a machine. Her arm seemed to be in seven places at once, and his cock exploded with pleasure. All Brian could do was lie there, hands holding onto the bed for dear life. He knew that if he moved the wrong way she might actually break him. So he stayed still, mind overwhelmed as he just endured it. Diana smiled at him lovingly, the rest of her body hardly moving. Her breasts shook slightly with the effort, but mostly she was only moving her arm from the elbow down. It was a superhuman effort, something so plain and simple, something even the most awkward of virgins can do, but she made it something fit for a king. Her hand, the motion, the feeling, were unlike anything he had ever known before. Unlike anything he could even begin to imagine or comprehend. His cock felt like he was having an orgasm from the moment she started, and by all rights he should have gotten off immediately, but somehow he didn't. He held on, trying his best to last longer, but it seemed to Brian like he didn't have any control over when he came. So he did the only thing he could - he sat back and enjoyed it. The sensations coming from his cock were incredible, like a constant eruption, except he never came. He stood at the precipice, that moment just before climax where he felt all the pleasure but the mess hadn't started yet. That moment usually was just that, a moment. But now it stretched on, helped by her preternatural ability and skill and inhuman strength and agility. How Diana kept him there he did not know, but she did and he loved it. After what seemed like hours, he felt himself slowly tip over the edge into climax. Her hand never slowed, but the angle slightly altered and she held on closer to the base of his cock now, rubbing only perhaps three quarters of the way up. He groaned, trying not to move but feeling the urge to come quickly creeping up on him. After a few moments, he lost control of the battle and things quickly got out of hand. Brian's cock bucked hard, like nothing he had ever felt or seen. He shot cum across the room, hitting the door and the ceiling. He released more cum than he knew that he had, like she'd dredged up several days worth all at once. His cock hurt with the pleasure of it. It was too intense, and he couldn't stop a shriek from leaving his mouth. He howled, high pitched and with no control, sounding more like Angela than himself. His cock was throbbing, and he had to fight off the urge to grab her hand, to stop her, to slow the sensations that were threatening to overwhelm him. Diana watched all of this calmly, as if she had expected nothing less. She had a small smile on her face, still breathing calmly, like she hadn't exerted any effort at all. His cock finally began to go limp in her hand and she slowed down to a normal rub, relaxing her grip, and allowed him to breathe. Brian was panting, utterly winded, and he felt like he'd just run a marathon, or worse. He took several minutes to calm himself down, wondering if he was going to have a heart attack before the night ended. When he finally felt like he could speak, he looked over to her. "Three things? I think I might be done after one," he said. His throat felt raw, scratchy, and he wondered if he'd hurt himself screaming. How long did that last? "Three things," she said with a grin. "You are not as soft as that. I think you will surprise yourself. Look, already you could go again." "What?" Brian said sharply, picking his head up to look down at his dick. "There is no way.." Diana's hand still held him, but she was doing.. Something. It felt like a wave of energy was transferring from her to him, like she was giving him life again. Her hand felt warm on his cock and he felt himself surge in her grasp, growing erect again within seconds, but harder and longer than he'd ever been before. He wondered just what she had done. "You see?" she said with a laugh. "Even now you are good as new." "That's not exactly fair," he said. "I didn't know you could do that." She moved down to his feet and pointedly looked behind her at the cum on the walls and ceiling. "You have a great energy within you, Brian. I am impressed - but I hope for even more this time." He stared at the semen all over the room, embarrassed. "I uhh.. Sorry, I didn't mean to do that.. Wait, you hope for more?" "You are a fine example of your people," she said as she nodded. "I warn you though.. I will not have the same control this time. You will have to try and hold yourself in better or this will not last long." "What are you going to do?" he asked, both hopeful and worried. "You will see," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Now come, lie back down and hold onto the bed." He did so, staring up at the ceiling. I can't believe I got cum on the ceiling. Angela is going to kill me. That's like seven feet straight up, I didn't even know that was possible. The room looks like a porn studio.. His reverie was interrupted as she leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth. Brian's head shot up and he looked down at her, watching as she pushed her head forwards to take his entire seven inch cock into her mouth without apparent effort. Her eyes looked up at his and he could see that she was smiling with the corners crinkling slightly. Her eyes were such a deep, penetrating blue and he could not believe that she had him in her mouth. Wonder Woman is sucking my cock. She began to bob her head up and down on his shaft. She started slowly, but soon she was moving faster than any woman could ever hope to manage. She wasn't a blur as she had been when it was just her arm, but she moved like a viper. Her lips squeezed against him, following the contours of his cock. She brought them in around the head as she pulled back, and then they expanded to take in his entire length, all the way to the base. They felt like iron, like her hand, but they were so soft and wet. It felt otherworldly, even better than her fingers did. As she bobbed up and down, her tongue was doing something incredible inside her mouth. She was somehow snaking it around him, wrapping around and licking his most sensitive parts every time she retreated. Each time her mouth was just on his tip, she massaged the frenulum and his tip with her tongue, vibrating it against him. Every time up and down his cock was the same. Iron lips, a tongue moving faster than any vibrator, and those eyes, locked onto his. This time, Brian was forced to fight his own battle. She was right - she didn't have the control to edge him forever like this. Brian quickly found himself sliding towards orgasm, and he was forced to try every trick in the book to keep himself from coming. He thought of naked grandmothers, school embarrassments, and every sad experience of his life. It only served to slow down the experience slightly. Diana's divine abilities were simply too much for him to deal with. He lasted less than a minute under the onslaught, once again losing total control of himself. His cock stiffened, preparing to unload once more, and his eyes rolled up in his head. He almost fainted at the feeling, even more intense than the first, and his cock came. He spurted again and again, somehow finding even more cum than before. He jerked in her mouth, and she continued to massage his cock with her tongue as she took every jet in her mouth. He pulsed again and again, more than he'd ever felt before. He could actually feel the cum shooting through his cock, a torrent that he could scarcely believe was coming from him. Diana never wavered, eyes still locked onto him, but soon there was more semen than even she could contain and it began to run out of her mouth, trickling down her chest to her breasts. She swallowed as his cock jerked for the last time, going limp in her mouth. She sucked on it hard one last time and Brian flinched, the pleasure almost too intense for his mind to even comprehend. Cum was still flowing down her neck onto her chest and she looked down at herself. "I'm... I'm sorry.." he said. "I should have.. warned you.." She looked up at him sharply. "There is no need to apologize. I wanted this, Brian. I wanted all that you had and more. In truth, I was not expecting so much." She gestured down at her body. "This is a mark that you should wear with pride." He stared at her, incredulous. "You wanted that? " She nodded at him seriously. "Your virility is remarkable. It does you and your race credit. I do not mind a little extra of your fluids," she said. She reached down to her breast and hefted it up towards her face. She leaned down slightly and licked the cum off of it, before sucking on her own nipple for a moment. Satisfied that she'd cleaned up everything she could reach with her mouth, she used her fingers to wipe up the rest off her neck and licked those clean as well. Brian watched her, completely baffled. Wonder Woman was more of a slut than he'd thought possible. "Is this.. Normal for you?" Her eyes twinkled at him again as she rubbed her nipples, sighing happily. "You think it strange?" "I just.. Wasn't expecting you to be so open about everything." She nodded. "I have had other mortals express the same sentiment. Sex is not something shameful in my culture, and I have had my share of it in my time since Theymiscira. As for the cum? Brian, I have had sex with gods, with Kal-El. There is nothing you can possibly do that will bother me." His eyes widened. With Superman? She really believes that she is Diana, complete with memories of things that happened in comics. "What.." he licked his lips. "What was that like?" Diana's eyes took on a far away look, staring off into infinity. Her face glowed with memory as she thought back to an island where two gods had frolicked and the world had shaken as a result. "Intimacy with Kal- El when he is fully exhibiting his power is something that cannot be described. It is.." she trailed off, a blissful expression resting on her face. Her mouth widened and eyes went glassy. "I see," Brian said. "Then how can you enjoy this?" She came back to the present and looked at Brian. "Because intimacy, love, virility.. They are all important. Your care, your compassion, your effort, they all help in battle with war, with Ares. You are not to be taken lightly because you are not Kal-El. I cherish every experience, and I would not have given myself to you if you did not." Brian stared at her, astonished. "Well, I will do my best to help you enjoy it." She nodded at him. "That is why I'm here." He hesitated. "So I know this won't be as powerful or crazy as what you can do... but can we do something where I'm in control, at least a little bit? Where I can put in some of the effort?" Diana laughed, loud and clear and wild and wonderful. "Of course. I would not take all of your agency from you. I planned three things, as I said. The third will be yours." He grinned. "Can you do the thing you did earlier? You know.. Here?" He pointed at his limp cock, still throbbing from the previous two orgasms. Her eyes danced and she clambered back on the bed, climbing over him. She lowered herself down and wrapped him in a tight hug, one hand reaching down to grab his cock and another holding his head. Her hair tickled his face, his neck, and she leaned in to bring her mouth right up next to his ear. He felt her hands begin to warm as before, some sort of energy transferring between the two of them. He felt a movement at his ear, tickling his hair, and then she spoke. "Live," she breathed into him. The word went through him, into his soul, and his body came alive. His cock stiffened immediately as it had before. But this time he felt that same energy pulsing through him, all over. His fatigue vanished, and his arms and legs felt fully energized, as if he'd never truly been awake before. His mind was sharp and clear, and he felt like he might be able to mimic her backflip onto the bed from earlier. He jerked upright, strength flowing through him, and he wondered again what she had done. A bit of electricity into my body? God energy? Something with her lasso, if she even has it? Vibrations? Immortal will? What is going on? Diana sat up next to him, laughing again. "As I said, Brian of New York. You will have the choice." She pushed off of the bed again, pirouetting in the air to flip around. She landed on the bed on her hands and knees, hair flying everywhere. She looked over at him and wriggled her butt, inviting him over. Brian looked over at her, her toned ass sticking up in the air. Her breasts hanging below her and swaying. He felt so alive, radiating energy that he couldn't comprehend. It forced him to act, to move, to feel, and he laughed with the delight of it. He moved over behind her, climbing up on his knees and he stared at the incredible vision of Wonder Woman on hands and knees in front of him. Her back muscles rippled as she moved, and her ass was flexed and tight and hard. Her calves were visible balls of muscle, and tendons showed in her arms and ankles. Doggy style with a princess. Unbelievable. He grabbed hold of her waist, hands grasping her and holding on tight. He scooted in towards her, cock hard and ready. She shook her ass slightly, inviting him in, and he hesitated wondering if she would.. She looked back at him. "A problem?" He looked up at her, still trying to decide if this was a bad idea. "Do you care if..?" She laughed. "Anything you want. I will enjoy everything and you cannot hurt me." He slowly grinned and he reached down, placing his cock at the edge of her pussy. He wiped the head around, lubricating the end of it in her fluids, before bringing it back up. He aligned himself with her asshole, cock probing at the tight entrance. Brian waited for just a moment more, but she said nothing, and he slowly pushed his way inside of her, cock splitting her open. He could feel the walls of her ass gripping him, squeezing him and he pushed his way deeper inside. He pushed as hard as he could against her and suddenly found that he was entirely inside, and she hadn't made a peep. Then she began to squeeze him. Brian gasped as her incredible butt muscles clenched, squeezing in around his hard rod. She felt so tight and he had to fight against her to pull himself back out. In he went again, loving the feeling of sliding inside of her, and again she held him, made him fight her on the way out. She grips me so strong that I have to shove her away from me with my arms. With a normal girl, I'd be pulling her onto my cock harder. Diana is making me work for this. He developed a smooth rhythm, pushing in as she invited him deeper, and fighting her on the way out as she squeezed him tightly. The two of them worked in tandem, pushing and pulling, elevating the other to greater heights of pleasure. Brian was breathing rapidly now, working as hard as he ever had. He was blessed with her energy, her stamina, and he was using it all now. Diana began making the first signs of effort that she had all evening. Not that she was out of breath or working hard, far from it. But she was letting out small gasps each time he dug himself deep inside her, clearly enjoying this. Brian was spurred on, hearing her proclaim his proficiently out loud. Each little moan, each gasp, each shudder was a stamp of approval. Brian had never felt so alive. His cock was refusing to finish, and seemed to be getting harder the longer they went. Diana was actually panting now, heaving breaths coming each time he entered her, and she wasn't grasping him quite as hard as she had been. She reached back with one arm and began rubbing her clit ferociously, arm vibrating much the same way it had when she jerked him off earlier. He could feel those vibrations through her body, feel her rubbing causing her ass to vibrate as well, and he once again wondered at her strength. This finally began to push him over the edge, and he grunted. His cock strained forward, seeking a final release, and he pounded at her with everything he had. He groaned loudly, and Diana herself finally began to shriek as she brought herself to a thunderous orgasm. Her pussy and her ass both clenched hard, squeezing Brian tightly. He hoped she wasn't about to kill him and he struggled to maintain any semblance of control as she bucked, ass clenching and hips wavering. Her spasms finally triggered his own climax and he came once more, spurting thick jets of semen deep inside her. Over and over he pulsed, cum leaking out around his cock and down her legs, onto the bed. Diana screamed as her climax met its peak and her hands gripped the bed. The comforter ripped straight in half as she pushed, breasts flopping. The bed itself began to shake as she rocked back and forth, gasping as her pussy clenched. Brian's cock had finally had enough and he felt it go limp. He collapsed to the bed next to her, watching as she trembled and shook, feeling the bed quake and blankets tearing underneath her. For the first time since just after she had appeared, he began to get the nervous fear of her again. Diana took several deep breaths, trying to regain control of herself. She felt the cum leaking down her legs, but she didn't care in the slightest. She breathed out, finally able to stop her legs from shaking and she dropped straight down onto her stomach. Her ass and the back of her thighs were covered in cum. The bed was a disaster, with comforter fluff and shreds of pillows and blankets and cum everywhere. She sighed contentedly, before reaching over to grab Brian's hand. "You did a very good thing tonight. I am proud to have met you, Brian of New York," she said, giving him another ravishing smile. Brian rolled over onto his side, staring at her. "Me too, uhh.. Diana. That was.. That was incredible." She gave him a blissful smile and rolled onto her back, dripping everywhere. "My time is coming, and I must return to my own people to continue my work." Brian found himself staring at her. The perfect face, the outline of her jaw, her breasts still covered in sweat. He could not imagine a more beautiful woman, and knew he'd never see her like again. He found himself wondering again at the power, how she'd come to be. "Are you real?" he asked finally. "Do you exist somewhere?" She half turned to him and favored him with another small smile. "As always, I exist in the hearts of men. I will forever be where I am needed most. Farewell, Brian. I will cherish this memory." He stared deeply into her eyes and leaned in for another kiss. He held her as he felt her transformation start, through the popping and cracking of tendons and the skin flowing into a shape far more familiar to his skin. In a minute, she was gone, and he had to blink away tears. Angela sat up, looking around the room. She took in the shredded bed, the cum stains on the walls, the ceiling. She felt how sticky she was, and looked over to find Brian. He appeared to be near death, with tears on his face and apparently lacking the energy to even move. She grinned at him and gestured around the room. "What the fuck happened here?" she asked. Chapter 4 The following weeks saw Angela and Brian settling into a happy routine fairly quickly. True to her word, she would often take Brian to a gym or bar and they would people watch together, watching the guys, and sometimes girls, and who they would try to pick up. Once they saw a guy try and hit on a girl, if Brian liked the look of her, Angela would head over and 'accidentally' bump into the guy. This worked more often than not, and most nights, Angela would end up as an incredibly hot woman. Brian slept with a whirlwind number of actresses, models, and porn stars. So many, in fact, that he began to lose track of who all he had actually had sex with. After awhile, one super hot blonde began to look like another super hot blonde. It wasn't that he enjoyed them any less, far from it. He was ecstatic with the situation. It was just that he remembered the other nights more. The nights where something weird or funny happened. The nights where things got FREAKY. The first of these nights happened less than two weeks after their relationship became sexual. Brian was sleeping soundly in his room after crashing at eleven, exhausted from a long week at his accounting firm. He was awakened by a rustling in the room. He looked around blearily, eyes not yet adjusted to the darkness. He heard a soft swishing sound by the closet, but couldn't place it. "Angela?" He called softly. "You there, babe?" The noise by the closet stopped and he sat there in silence for several seconds. The seconds stretched into half a minute before he finally heard a soft reply. "Oui." Oui? "Come to bed, babe," he said as he glanced at the clock to make sure it was after midnight. "I'm really tired tonight. Can we make it a quicky so I can get some sleep?" There was another pause. "Non." "Non? Is that no?" He asked, puzzled. "Oui." Brian was getting slightly annoyed. "Why not?" "Je ne peux pas encore me coucher," came the voice again, sounding embarrassed. This time the accent was thicker, almost overpowering the quick words. The swishing sound started again, and Brian threw his hands up. "Okay, Ang, I'm turning on a light," he said, exasperated. "Non!" she called, sounding desperate. The swishing sound stopped again and there was another long silence. "L'appartement est encore sale." Brian blinked a few times. Apartment? That's all I got from that. No, yes, apartment. This is going great. "Okay, I'm going to turn on the light. I can't sit here and debate with you forever." There was yet another long pause and the voice spoke up resignedly. "Si tu dois.." Brian reached over to the bedside lamp and flicked the bulb on. He was immediately blinded, and he blinked rapidly to clear the stars in his eyes. After a few moments he could see, if poorly, and he turned back to the closet. He immediately started laughing. Angela was standing by the closet, wearing a black leather miniskirt and thigh high black leggings. She had a black tank top on and she'd stuffed white paper towels into the edges of the arms and around the neckline, leaving 2-3 inches visible in both places. She was wearing a black headband with her hair pulled back. And she was holding a feather duster. That is the most ghetto french maid outfit I have ever seen. Angela glared at him, her lips pursed in an adorable little pout. She waved the duster at the closet door, then back to him. She pointed at the top edge of it, then ran her finger along the top of the door. She pulled it back and pointed it at him and Brian laughed harder. "Yes, babe, the apartment is dusty," he said with a snicker. "Are you going to come to bed?" Her eyes narrowed as she stared him down, unwilling to reply. She was daring him to say it, he could tell. Brian grinned back at her, folding his arms across his chest. He waited for just a moment longer, dragging out her embarrassment. "So.. are you going to be my good little maid and clean this place up? I'll be very unhappy if I find any dust later on." "Va te faire foutre! Je te tuerai demain.." she said scathingly. He laughed aloud. "I have no idea what you're saying, babe, but I do love your attempt at ruffles. How about you finish cleaning the apartment?" Angela put her hands on her hips, the perfect image of an angry maid. "Je te deste!" she said, putting as much vitriol as she could around her adorable accent. "Still can't understand you babe," Brian said as he laid back down. "But hurry up and get cleaning so you can clean my dick off later." He reached over and turned out the light, listening to her french curses as she muttered under her breath. Then the swish-swish sound of the duster resumed and he smiled as he faded back out to sleep. Brian was rather abruptly woken up in the morning when a rather dishevelled Angela, still in her impromptu maid costume, yanked the covers off of him and pulled his boxers down. Brian sat upright, the sudden shock of the cold room waking him up immediately. He looked at Angela, at the state of her hair, the dirt on her wrists and elbows. "Well, hello there," he said grinning. "Have you been cleaning all night?" She glared at him with bloodshot eyes and pointed at his groin. He shrugged. "What of it?" "Merde!" she cursed. She bent down and took his cock in her mouth, getting the entire thing wet. She climbed on the bed next to him, putting her face down into the pillow and sticking her ass up. He saw that she wasn't wearing any panties under the mini skirt and that got him the rest of the way up. He rolled over and clambered behind her, pushing his dick deep inside her pussy. She was already wet, and he made sure to make this one fast since she had apparently not slept at all. He quickly brought himself to climax after only a few minutes before unloading his seed into her. Angela collapsed onto the bed, groaning with relief and exhaustion as her body changed quickly back to her normal self. She rolled onto her back, cum still leaking out of her and glared up at him. He favored her with a winning smile. "The apartment looks fantastic, babe!" She grimaced. "I'm going to kill you later. After I sleep. I was up until seven.. dusting.." she trailed off. "And you made a wonderful little french girl," he said with a laugh. "But I need to get to work and you need to get some sleep." He looked down at her fondly, and realized she was already gone. He laughed all the way to work. That was the first of many strange encounters Brian had during the wild, passionate, and torrid love affair that the two shared. A few weeks after what became known as "The French Incident," the two were cuddling on the couch as midnight approached. They were each reading, Brian sitting on one end of the couch and Angela lying lengthwise, her legs propped up in his lap. He was idly rubbing her legs and she kept looking up at him, beaming. They were the picture of a young couple, newly in love. Brian's watch began beeping, which was the nightly reminder that Angela's change was only sixty seconds away. He put down his book expectantly. Angela did likewise, looking up at Brian. "So what do you think this time, honey?" she asked. He pointed at her breasts. "Huge ones. You saw the girls he talked to. They were all stacked." She grinned at him, giving her chest a little shake. "Are mine not big enough for you, my sweet?" He reached over and gave them a solid squeeze. "You know I wouldn't have you any other way if it were up to me. But since I have to have you any other way, we might as well go for something extra." "Of course," she said, exaggerating a frown. "You're only in it for the magical sex after all." He raised an eyebrow at her. "That's not fair. You know I'm also in it to get the apartment cleaned." She slapped his arm with her book. "Monsieur is trying to sleep on the couch tonight." Brian laughed. "Well, my apartment was spotless." "Your bed is going to be Angela-less tonight," she said menacingly. He pointed to his watch as it struck midnight. "Talk to me again in thirty seconds and let's see how you feel." She stuck her tongue out as the changes began. Tonight's changes were the standard set of "Hot Girl Features," as Brian had taken to calling them. Toned stomach, long and lithe legs, a bit of a tan, large tits, and shoulder length straight hair in a random color. As they had expected, Angela's breasts inflated rapidly, going from large to comically huge. Brian could not take his eyes off of them and he couldn't wait to put his mouth on them. Angela inspected herself dispassionately, unimpressed with the beach balls now hanging off of her. They were too big by half, and they pulled at her. She was glad her normal set were nowhere near this large - breasts this big caused early back problems. She stood up and walked around a bit, testing the balance. They were definitely a hassle. She couldn't wait to be out of this body. Then she turned around to look at Brian, and her mouth dropped open. He was hideous! She was so shocked that she burst out laughing, completely taken aback. How she could possibly sleep with him normally was utterly beyond her in that moment. Those muscles, and the abs, and the hair, and the facial hair... there was nothing attractive about him at all. Her mouth dropped open as she thought about him fucking her, and she actually shuddered. She felt bile rising up in her mouth and she had to swallow hard to keep from vomiting on the spot. Brian watched all of this, completely unaware as to what was going on in Angela's mind. He stood up and stretched, still eyeing her enormous breasts. He smiled at her, then laughed as she took a half step back from him. "Is the weight getting your balance off a bit, babe?" Angela glared at him. "Don't call me that," she said sharply. Brian immediately stopped, wondering just what had come over her. "Ang? You okay? Are we going to have sex?" he asked cautiously. She fixed him with the most disdainful stare he had ever received. It was like he was an insect. Less than that. "And what on Earth would give you the impression that I would ever sleep with you?" Brian shrugged indifferently. "I don't know, maybe the fact that we literally sleep together every night?" Angela did retch now, choking on bile and covering her mouth. This.. mongoloid, putting his thing inside of her. It was unthinkable. Preposterous. Surely it had never happened.. She eyed him again, noting his height and build. "Are you perhaps the maintenance man? Come to fix something?" Brian laughed. "Maintenance? At midnight? I guess you could say I'm here to fix something. I'm here to fix your daily sexual needs." "No! There is no way," she shrieked at him. "Get out! Get OUT! GET OUT!" Her breasts were heaving and she was nearly crying. It took all of her effort to keep it inside. She would not cry in front of this filth. "I'm not getting out," Brian said patiently. "But I am going to bed. You can join me when you get over yourself." "Get over myself?" Angela stammered. Of all the utter nerve. "Listen here, you little shit. You need to take whatever idea you had of sleeping with me and put it right in the bin! Of all the fucking.. MEN! Always thinking your dicks can go wherever you want! You make me sick." Brian stared at her, completely baffled as to what was happening. "Okay. I'm not going to sit here and listen to this, Angela. I'm going to bed. You can sit out here until dawn for all I care." He stormed off to bed, leaving Angela to yell about subhuman monkeys in the living room. That particular incident had led to a number of their favorite inside jokes. Brian loved referring to himself as a subhuman monkey whenever the opportunity arose. Angela had taken to saying that anything she didn't like could go "right in the bin," which was strange since she didn't actually use the word bin normally. And at least once a week, Brian would stand there and watch her change into one of the most gorgeous women on the planet, plant his hands on his hips, and ask her just what impression had led her to believe that he wanted to sleep with her. The two quickly became inseparable, bound by their love for each other and the hidden secret that defined their nights. They never slept without one another, alternating nights at one apartment or the other. They ate together, went to events together, and began to live as if they were in a long term, serious relationship. In less than half a year, Brian Reynolds had fallen head over heels in love. He was sure that Angela felt the same. This particular night had seen their schedules interrupted somewhat. She had gone to bed early, while Brian had stayed up to watch a movie. He'd only half paid attention, his thoughts roaming to Angela more often than not. He resolved to talk to her about moving in together officially tomorrow. What was the point in paying for two apartments if they were both going to sleep together every night? He glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost one. This was another new wrinkle that had begun a few weeks ago - sometimes he would let her change while she was asleep, and then he would come in and wake her up for sex. He headed off to bed, trying to walk quietly so as not to wake her early. He opened the door slowly, tip toeing into the room, and turned to close it. The door shut satisfactorily, with no creaks or squeaks and he climbed into the bed. Brian gently shook Angela, the soft fabric of her pajamas rustling as he put his hand on her back. That was already strange - her sleeping tops were usually fairly tight. He wondered idly if she was smaller, but it was hard to tell in the pitch black of the room. He shook her again, a little more vigorously. "Ang, you awake?" "Yes, Brian. I am here," she said, her voice quavery and spotty. He frowned into the darkness. "You sound like a smoker," he pointed out. "Do I? Maybe I am, boy. Are you going to tell me I can't smoke in here?" she demanded slowly. "Well, no, but you've never smoked in here before. I don't actually smell any smoke though, so what gives?" She paused a moment. "Never you mind, boy. Now if you would stop gammin' and get over here, I can go back to sleep. I don't need to feel like a sharecropper tonight, just do your business." Sharecropper? The fuck? Is she a farmer? What kind of fantasy is this? Still, Brian knew she was right. The quicker he did the deed, the faster they could both move on. She didn't seem super into anything, and he was tired, so he pulled down his pants and started rubbing his cock, bringing himself to an acceptable hardon. He rolled over to Angela and sat up. "Any particular way you want it, babe?" "That is not a polite thing to ask a lady," she snapped at him. "What in tarnation has gotten into you, boy?" Brian recoiled a bit, thinking carefully before speaking again. "Well, I didn't want to presume too much. What do you want to do?" She was silent for another long moment. "Just do it all regular, like." He shrugged, and took hold of his dick. He lowered it to where he thought her pussy would be and reached around a bit. He found it, then frowned. "Ang, you're awfully.. Dry tonight.. And a little uhhh.." Don't say loose, don't say loose, don't say loose. "A little slick." She slapped his hand. "Boy, I've been fucking longer than you've been thinking about sex, just put it in there. It'll work." He grunted. "Guess you know better than me." He did as she asked, rolling his dick around as slowly as he could, trying to get as much moisture on his cock as he could. Then he slowly, carefully pushed inside. She pulled at him, and he moved haltingly, trying to avoid the strange sandpapery feel of her. It was not pleasant. Still, once he made it all the way in, he found enough moisture that he was able to get a somewhat smooth rhythm going, despite the strange feeling. She wasn't quite as tight as normal, and she wasn't doing much to help him along, either. Mostly she was just lying there. It was the worst sex Brian had yet had from Angela, but he chalked it up to the late hour. He pumped into her for a few minutes, trying his best to come quickly in spite of how turned off he was by the whole situation. He managed to make it to a climax in less than five, but it was a boring, clinical thing, and he felt more relieved than anything. As he finished coming inside of her, he felt her shudder and then she sighed happily. "Thank you, sonny. That was the best I've had in a long while," she said gratefully. Thank you SONNY? Oh noooo... He pulled out of her quickly and rolled to the side of the bed. He fumbled for the light switch, desperate to confirm his suspicions. On went the light and once again Brian was left blinking against the light, trying to see Angela. When he did, he screamed. "Not so loud, boy!" Angela said. "You'll wake the dead!" Brian stared at her, completely aghast. She was old. Not cougar age. Not older woman age. Actually old. She looked older than his grandmother. She might be eighty, for all Brian could tell. Her hair was white and curly, and her skin was sagging. Her shirt was loose and her breasts were... well, best not to think about them. He looked down at her pussy, all mangled and loose skin, and he felt his stomach churning. He could see his cum leaking out of her and it all hit him suddenly. I fucked a grandma. Fucking kill me. Angela excitedly agreed to move in together, convinced that this relationship was The One, and sure that Brian felt the same. The two moved in a month later after she was able to break her lease without penalty. The grandma jokes had lasted another month, but Brian hadn't cared too much about her needling. She'd given him ammunition the very night they had moved in together. The two of them celebrated their first official night as roommates by going out to a very expensive restaurant, one that neither one of them could normally afford. Drinks were followed with steaks, steaks with desserts, and desserts with more drinks. By the time the two of them made it home, they were each quite plastered, giggle and silly. They made love on the couch, hardly taking the time to remove each other's clothes. They hopped in the shower and made love there, too. Brian took a few minutes to return to the kitchen and mix up some more drinks, but by the time he made it back to the bedroom, Angela was fast asleep. She was curled up under a blanket on top of the comforter, hair still wet from the shower. He smiled to himself and set the drinks down on the bedside table. He climbed into bed next to her, kissed her lightly on the top of the head, and settled back to go to sleep. He was awakened by someone licking his face. Groggy, Brian jerked away from the unfamiliar feeling. His mind was muddled, partly from being woken up in the middle of the night and partly from the alcohol still lingering in his system. The room was dark, completely black, and he could only just see Angela's faint outline next to him. "Ang?" he muttered. "You okay?" Her voice floated out of the shape next to him. "Brian-kun! You're awake!" Brian-kun? Japanese girl? That's rare, I guess, only had a couple of those. That voice, though. It had been a little bit high for Angela, almost sing-songy. He reached out to her and his hand brushed her leg. She felt normal, soft skin and something approaching her normal musculature. He reached up higher, probing for her breasts. He found them, grabbing a handful, noting the similar size and weight to hers. Angela gasped, drawing back slightly. "Brian-kun.. Should we be.." She gasped again as he gave her another squeeze, letting out an adorable squeak. "Oooooo, Brian-kun," she wailed. "We can't.." Brian paused with his hand on her chest. That voice was uncomfortable. It hardly sounded like Angela at all. His eyes narrowed and he decided to force things to figure out just what she was doing. He reached out and caught her hand, pulling it down until she was resting on top of his already hard cock. Angela shrieked again. "Ohhhh, Brian-kun, I can't believe I'm touching Brian-kun!" Her hand reached out and grabbed his cock, squeezing him. She leaned down and tentatively licked at his cock. Her tongue darted out, feeling him, probing at him in short bursts. It felt slightly different than normal, and he wondered at the technique. It still felt good, though, so he leaned back, content to let her work her magic on him. Right up until he felt something soft touch his stomach as she licked at him. Brian bolted upright. "What the fuck, Ang?" he asked incredulously. That feeling.. "Is Brian-kun not happy?" she asked plaintively, voice worried. Brian's hand trembled as he reached over and turned on the light. He stared down towards his cock, taking in the girl hovering over him. She had long, tufted ears on top of her head. She had a sinuous, furry tail coming out of her rear, and it twitched as he watched. Angela sat back up, hands held up in front of her, pointing downward, and she looked worried. Her eyes were enormous, larger than they had any right to be, and the pupils were slitted vertically. She closed her eyes and smiled and he could see four longer-than-normal fangs in her mouth. She leaned forward and licked his cock once again, tongue darting out quickly. Angela was a cat girl. She looked up at him, breasts flopping as she shifted her weight. Then she turned around and hunkered down on all fours, presenting her pussy to him. Her tail flicked wildly and she turned back to look at him over her shoulder. Her ears were twitching now, too, and her face turned bright red. "Would Brian-kun like to fuck Angela-chan?" she asked, her voice high and embarrassed. "Jesus Christ," said Brian. The days flew by after the doting couple moved in together. They were inseparable, spending their days and nights together as often as they were allowed. It felt like some crazy whirlwind romance right out of a movie to Brian, who had never had another serious relationship last this long. Now that they shared a bed each night, they were able to try new and interesting ways of revealing Angela's transformations. Sometimes they would shower together as she changed. Sometimes they would use sex toys or restraints, leaving someone to pleasure the other in whatever manner they deemed best. On one such occasion, Brian had been handcuffed to the bed, and he waited patiently for Angela to come to the room. He waited for what seemed like an awfully long time. He glanced at the clock and noted that it was already 12:15. Angela should have been here by now, surely. He began to panic - what if she were injured, hurt, or transformed into something awful? What should he do? He tried to wriggle out of the handcuffs, but to no avail. He knew he could break them, and the wooden piece of the bed they were connected to, if he absolutely had to, but that was a last regret. He opted instead to call out to Angela first. "Angela?" he yelled loudly. "Are you okay?" He didn't hear a response. Oh for fuck's sake. Brian hesitated for another few minutes, then ripped the entire piece of wood off the bed. He was still cuffed together - Angela had the key - but he was able to walk over to the room and head out to the living room. There he found a naked Angela, incredibly blonde and incredibly hot, fingering herself on the couch. His anger began to rise and he had to force himself to stay calm. "What the hell, Ang? You left me locked to the bed and you just stayed out here?" Angela looked up at him blankly. "Brian! Like, hi! I totally wanted to like sleep with you and stuff, but, like.. I couldn't!" Brain blinked at the torrent of words. The way she'd said them.. A sneaking suspicion entered his mind. "Angela," he said slowly and clearly. "What was the problem?" "Like.. you were locked up! I couldn't get into the room," she said desperately, still playing with her pussy. "You had the keys," Brian reminded her. "And the door was unlocked." "I tried.. to put.. the key in the door.. But like.. it wouldn't.. fit.." Angela grunted out a word in between each time she slammed her fingers into herself, her breasts jiggling. "The keys were for the cuffs," Brian said. There was no use explaining anything to her. She was far too dumb to figure it out, and he sighed. "I can't take these off, but I can fuck the shit out of you." Angela looked up at him excitedly. "Oh good! Like, I've been waiting all night for you to like.. Fuck me!" She rolled onto her knees and propped her ass up in the air. "Like do me however!" Brian sighed, staring at that fantastic ass. What was a guy to do when he got an offer like that? The first year of their relationship progressed nicely, and Brian began to fantasize about marrying Angela. He couldn't imagine going back to someone normal now. They'd had so many exciting sexual experiences that it was unfathomable to return to a boring old hot girl. Even the bad experiences were jokes to be made later. Their collection of inside jokes was enormous, and making fun of the other for something that happened in bed became the norm, instead of something to be feared. Their language slowly expanded to include references to past experiences and words they'd each picked up during them. Perhaps most impactful was the night Brian came home late after ring shopping all evening. His face was glowing - he had the ring. He was so excited that he'd gone out for a few celebratory drinks, and was just managing to drag his ass home at one in the morning. Angela never minded when he stayed out late. She knew he would come home and they would share an experience they would both love. He rarely did it, anyway. Brian opened the front door and stepped inside the dark apartment, turning on the light. He turned around and stopped dead. "An' whaur d'ya thin' ya bin lad?" Angela asked from the couch. Her hair was long, curled, and very red. She stood, and the long dress she'd found rippled around her. "A'm fair forfochten, an' ya's bin oot." Brian blinked several times, not following anything. "I'm sorry?" he hazarded. She sounded mad, so hopefully an apology would work. Angela stared him down for a few moments, before breaking into a wild grin. She ran over to him and leaped up, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. "Git yi'll be beddit. A'll sook a tadger, an' ya can ride ma airse." Brian thought for a moment and then grinned. "Alright. I like the sound of airse." He carried her off to bed, where she screamed nonsense for the better part of an hour. For months afterwards, she could not properly say ass, and Brian never tired of laughing at her for it. Christmas quickly approached and Brian was getting more and more excited for his proposal. It helped that they both clicked on so many levels. He wanted what she wanted, and the same for her. They had so many similar life goals, from children to houses to travel. As time ticked on towards their second Christmas together, Brian began planning his proposal for New Year's Eve. He was sure that Angela would say yes, and he wanted it more than anything. They had a small family Christmas planned. Brian was finally going to meet Angela's parents, and he was both nervous and excited. He planned on asking her father for his permission to propose, though he also planned on proposing no matter what was said. Still, it paid to curry favor with the father, and he hoped that asking for permission would aid in that process. Angela was overwhelmed by Brian's desire to make Christmas with her family work. She'd never had that type of family man in her life, the kind of person that cared what she wanted. That night they had made love and Angela paid special attention to Brian's pleasure. She took time to make sure he came, went down on him, and let him pick his favorite positions. She was so smitten with him, and Brian making plans to include her family was such a turn on. They'd gone to sleep in each other's arms, blissfully happy. Unfortunately, Brian had been woken up by a hot breath on his neck. He was lying on his stomach and he felt a heavy weight on top of his back. He half turned, trying to look behind him, but seeing nothing. He sighed. "Angela, you there?" A deep, gruff voice answered him. "Brian, this one's gonna hurt." Not again. He sighed again, then spread his legs slightly. "Can you at least take time to get the lube this time? Last time I was bleeding for two days." A slight pause, and then another terse reply. "Okay babe. Love you." He groaned. He hated it when she was a guy. He was never going to get used to it. But then he realized that he truly was okay with her curse. His first reaction tonight hadn't been to run around and freak out when she showed up with a cock. He'd calmly asked her for lube and spread his legs. He smiled slightly to himself, impressed with his own control. I can really do this. I can handle anything. Chapter 5 Christmas Day arrived and Brian busied himself around the apartment, trying to make sure that everything would pass muster with Angela's family. He puttered about, dusting and cleaning, and generally being a frayed bundle of nerves. He'd never enjoyed meeting a girlfriend's parents, and Angela's parents were a different matter entirely. There was the small matter of Brian's plan to propose to their daughter, which was always a scary thing to discuss. And then there was the other issue. The family curse. Brian was certain that it would come up, and there wasn't much of a way to discuss it without hearing about how Angela's parents fucked each other every night in strange ways - for thirty years! Would they discuss bodies that they'd been? Would they inquire about Brian and Angela's sex life? Brian was not ready to discuss those private moments, not with them, not with anybody. But what was he to do if they brought it up? Angela breezed past Brian, an excited ball of energy. She rubbed his neck as she went by, hands working at his muscles, trying to ease his tension. He sighed gratefully, nerves calming with her presence, and he turned to smile at her. "You're going to be fine, my love," Angela said from the other side of the room, without even turning to look at him. "My parents will love you." "Still," Brian said. Easy for her to say. They already loved her. She turned and gave him a beaming smile. "Do you know how long it has been since I've had a boyfriend meet them?" "Errr.." said Brian. "Exactly. A long time," she replied. "They will know how special you are from that fact alone." Or they'll think that their daughter is desperate to find someone. But he couldn't say that to Angela. He hesitated, then nodded. "If you say so." She turned back to her cleaning. "I do say so," she said with the finality of God carving his commandments. Who was he to argue with that? The morning passed quickly while Brian concentrated on cleaning and Angela went about cooking their dinner. Her parents were due any minute, and Brian was nearly sick to his stomach. He glanced at his watch for the hundredth time, noting that her parents were seven minutes late. Late on Christmas, how rude. He looked around the living room, sure that there was more he could do to fancy things up. His inspection was interrupted as a knock came from the door, answered quickly by a loud, happy yelp from the kitchen. Brian turned towards the door, but he was nearly bowled over as an excited Angela tore past him, still covered in food and juices from their upcoming meal. Brian smiled in spite of himself, watching as Angela opened the front door like a kid expecting Santa Clause. The door opened and Angela beamed out at the unseen people. She shrieked, lunging forward and wrapping someone in a huge hug, laughing the entire time. Brian straightened his collar and waited just inside the door for everyone to make their way inside. After a few moments, Angela broke off the hug and turned, leading a rather handsome woman in her late early fifties into the room by the hand. I see where Angela gets her good looks. Mrs. Semmler is quite the specimen, even at her age. Brian put on his best, most charming smile and reached a hand out to the older woman, but she pushed past his hand and enveloped him in a hug. He looked down in surprise, arm stuck out past her in an awkward, stiff pose. Mrs. Semmler looked up at him, smiling. "Don't worry dear, we're all just huggers. Our little Angela has told us so much about you, and we've just been dying to meet you." "Oh, well... err, thanks," Brian said awkwardly, caught off guard. "I've been looking forward to meeting you, too, Mrs. Semmler." "None of that now, dear. Call me Theresa," she said. She looked over to Angela. "Angela, dear, I think something is burning in the kitchen." Angela paled, turning and running back into the kitchen. Theresa laughed, following her after extricating herself from Brian. From behind, she looked almost exactly like Angela, cutting a rather trim and enticing figure. Brian watched her go for a minute, bemused, before remembering that there was another guest in his home. He spun around, noting the tall, handsome man standing in his doorway. "Mr. Semmler, welcome!" He said, stretching his hand out to the man. Mr. Semmler took it, shaking his hand vigorously. "Jack please, nobody calls me Mr. Semmler. Makes me think of my father." "Jack, then. I'm Brian Reynolds," Brian said uncomfortably. Mr. Semmler - Jack - had an air of command to him, someone used to getting his way. He was an inch or so taller than Brian, with penetrating eyes and a wide, easy smile. He was devilishly handsome, in the mold of a Clooney type, all silver fox and fit body. Jack looked like he could golf - or run - for a week. Jack eyed Brian, sizing him up. "So, Brian. Angela tells us a lot about you. Practically raves about you." Brian smiled nervously. "That's good, I think. I rather rave about her all the time, too." Jack nodded. "She is a wonderful girl. Very special. And she's always had good judgment, so her stories on how you treat her speak very well for you indeed." "I, uh.. Thank you, sir," Brian said cautiously, unsure how to respond to such a direct complement. The other man smiled easily. "Jack, seriously. You don't need to sir me, you're taking care of my daughter after all. Now, how are things going in bed?" Brian choked on his spit, coughing and hacking as his brain attempted to commit suicide rather than answer this particular question. He hacked up a few more times, hand to his chest, and he reached out a hand to the door to steady himself. I guess that's one way to bring it up. Angela stuck her head out from the kitchen. "Daddy, you take it easy on Brian. He's not used to things being quite so.. open." Jack grinned at his daughter. "Oh, just messing with him, dear. You should have seen the look on his face." Brian looked over at Angela, mouthing, "I'll kill you later" to her. His heart was beating a million times a second, and his eyes were watering as he slowly caught his breath. So Jack was messing with him, was he? Well, two could play at that game. He turned back to the older man, putting a roguish smile on his face. "Well, Jack, you daughter is an absolute fireball in bed." There, maybe that'll teach him. However, Jack just nodded. "I always assumed so, what with her condition," he said, pointing off towards the kitchen. "Her mother is a maniac, damn near gives me a heart attack these days." "Daddy!" Angela said, waving her spatula at him. "Cut that out!" Brian's eyes were bulging, and he sputtered. "That's err.. Good to hear.. I think?" "Means good things for you for a long time," laughed Jack as he clapped Brian on the back. "Relax, son. Angela doesn't just get this close to anyone, for the very reason it took her mother years to get close to me. We've heard all about it, and we're quite impressed with you. Our daughter speaks very highly of you, and we couldn't be happier for you both." Brian took a deep breath, the tension bleeding out of him for the first time all day. "That's.. nice to hear. I rather love her, too. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me," he said honestly. Jack nodded. "I feel the same about Theresa. Angela too, in a different way, of course. Don't mind the jokes, by the way - you can't live in this family without becoming acclimated to talking about it. When you've had sex with as many crazy things as I have, the normal rules just stop applying. To tell you the truth, it's nice to be able to talk about it openly and not hide it like we do with normal people." "I'm sure it is," Brian said weakly. His heart rate was dropping and he was no longer worried about how the family would take him. He was even reasonably sure that Jack would be glad to hear of his plan to propose. But I wasn't expecting our chat to go like this. Not even a little. Jack leaned in, wrapping his arm around Brian. "So, Brian," he whispered conspiratorially, "You're the first new person my wife has touched today. What kind of kinky shit are you into that I'm going to have to fuck later?" He eyed Brian with a wicked leer on his face. Brian's jaw dropped to the ground. So much for teaching Jack a lesson. Despite the early awkwardness, Brian soon found himself rather enjoying his Christmas with the soon-to-be-inlaws. Theresa was so very like her daughter, kind and outgoing and quick with a laugh and a smirk. Jack was every bit the sexual deviant that he had seemed during the first few minutes of the visit, but it was never foul, never rude, and almost always funny. Once Brian got over his initial nervousness and then his initial shock, he managed to hold his own with some clever innuendo and repartee. When it came time for the women to retreat to the kitchen for dinner, Brian scarcely worried about his alone time with the older man. Jack was standing in the guest room as Brian carried the last of the luggage in, setting it down by the bed. Jack was admiring Brian's degree - accounting and finance from a well known university - and Brian cleared his throat slightly, letting his presence be known in case he hadn't been heard as he walked in. Jack turned his head, looking over at Brian. "So, Brian. Where do you see this relationship going?" Brian started, surprised at the easy opening. This was exactly what he wanted to talk to Jack about. "Well," he said cautiously. "I had rather hoped to talk to you about that. I actually sort of wanted to ask your permission to marry your daughter, sir." "Actually sort of," murmured Jack, a faint smile on his face. "Brian, I have no doubt that you'd be a wonderful husband and our little Angela would be very happy. You've a good mind, a good heart, and a good job, and you're willing to get through some tough times - and the good times - that come with her curse. I hear you've had a couple of iffy experiences. What I want to know is if you'll be able to handle the truly terrible ones, the ones worse than just some guy in your bed." Brian was caught off guard. "Truly terrible?" he asked nervously. Jack nodded. "There are people out there with some awful fetishes, disgusting things. They will be rare, but it does happen. You would be committing yourself to a lifetime of this curse. As you know, most days are fantastic, but some days... well, some days stick out badly." His eyes winced, taking on a far off look. He stood there for a few moments, frowning, and Brian knew that he was remembering terrible events from the past. It was very convincing. "I'm prepared to.." Brian started, but Jack waved him off. "Furthermore," Jack said, "As Angela gets older, and as you get older, she will still become some young, attractive thing most of the time. And she'll still need to have sex. That sounds wonderful, but as you age... it becomes difficult." Jack fixed Brian with a calm stare. "I'm in good shape for a man of my age, and it is hard keeping my wife satisfied, Brian. There will come a time when I can't do it, either because I can't keep it up or because she's literally going to kill me in bed. You have to know. If you can't satisfy her, no matter what the reason, she'll have to find someone who will." Brian stood there, contemplating what Jack had just said. It made sense, and was just the logical conclusion to what Brian knew about the curse. He'd never thought about how it would affect them as an older couple - people in their twenties rarely thought about how life would be at sixty. Jack was laying it all out, the one person in all the world that knew what it was like. He wouldn't have said something if it wasn't difficult for him, realized Brian. He's telling me that things will be too hard later. Am I ready for that? After a few minutes, Brian nodded. "Sir, I don't know how hard things will be at sixty, or if I'll still be man enough for your daughter," he said hesitantly. "But I believe that I'm man enough now, and will give her a good life for as long as I can. I can promise that I won't leave because things got a little hard for a night or two. That's not who I am." Jack stared into his eyes for a few moments, weighing him, judging him. Brian stared right back, daring the man to question who he was. After a minute, Jack nodded. "I never doubted it, son. But you had to know. You never needed it - Angela is her own person and I would never dream of controlling her decision on this - but you have my blessing to marry her, if she'll have you." Brian blinked back sudden tears, a great weight lifting from his shoulders. His muscles relaxed, and tension that he hadn't even known about bled from him slowly. "Thank you," he whispered, wiping his eyes, ashamed of the tears. Jack waved him off again. "Don't worry about it. All that means is you care that much about my daughter, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Now how about we go check on those two before they get into some trouble? "Whew," Angela said, panting hard as she rolled off of Brian. "That was a good one." Brian felt himself sliding out of her, and then she cuddled up next to him, sweaty hair lying damp across his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he could smell the mixture of hair products, sex, and sweat that all combined to form the smell his brain thought of as Angela. He squeezed her close, one arm pressing her towards his body, her breasts squishing against his side. Here goes nothing... "So," Brian began haltingly. "Christmas presents." Angela looked up at him sharply. "We already did presents earlier." Brian smiled slightly. "I found one extra one for you," he said, his heart beating out of his chest. Angela's eyes narrowed at him. "We had a budget, Brian! You aren't supposed to get extra presents, now I'll have to get something for you." God, I love this woman. Wordlessly, he reached up under the pillow next to him with his other hand, pulling out a small package. It was a few inches across, and he was sure that she would know it was jewelry of some sort. But hopefully she wouldn't suspect it was this type of jewelry. "Just something small I forgot to include," he said. "You aren't getting me anything extra, okay? You give me everything, Angela. You.. my life.. It's enough, okay?" Angela looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. Her lips pressed together and he knew she was trying to avoid actually crying. She waited for a long moment, gathering her emotions, before reaching out to take the package from him. "This had better not have been expensive, Brian," she said, her voice threatening. He shrugged casually, as if it were just some small little thing. He didn't mention that it had cost him three months' salary. More than he could afford, but less than she deserved nonetheless. "Don't worry about it, Ang," he said. "It's just one extra present." Her eyes narrowed and he knew that she suspected he was playing this one down, which he was. She rolled over onto her back, breasts flopping and she held the present over her chest in the air with both hands. With one last glance over at him, she ripped the paper off of the small box, revealing a black felt jewelry box with no text on it. Angela looked at him questioningly, raising an eyebrow. Brian rolled onto his side next to her, propping his head up on his hand, resting on his elbow. He nodded at her encouragingly. "Okay, maybe it wasn't that cheap. But still, just one more thing." With a dramatic sigh, Angela looked back to the box. She opened it, revealing a bright, sparkling ring. The ring was diamond, with two smaller diamonds set on either side of it, and a row of twisting purple amethysts running around the edges of the ring in a spiral pattern. Purple was her favorite colour, and Brian had been to a great many jewelers before he found a ring with the right cut on the central stone and a twisting band of platinum and amethyst. He knew it was the right ring for her, knew it as truly as he knew his own name. Angela's breath caught in her chest and she stared at the ring for a long moment. The tears flowed openly in her eyes now, running down the sides of her face, and she slowly lowered the box to her chest. She turned, head moving to look at Brian, and he hoped that she could see him through the tears. "Is this..?" she asked quietly. "Angela Semmler," Brian said seriously, trying to not let his voice waver with the emotions rolling inside of him. His heart beat faster yet, pounding inside him. "You have made me the happiest guy in all of New York, maybe all of everywhere. I.. I can't imagine life without you, babe. I don't want to imagine it. I can't. I.." he trailed off, his own eyes full of tears and his emotions getting the better of him. He swallowed, waiting a minute before getting his momentum again. "I would be very, very happy.. If you would do me the honor of being my wife." She stared into his eyes, and the tears were really going now. He reached over and wiped her eyes, brushing hair out of her face, needing to see her, to hear her answer. Her lips quivered uncontrollably before finally flickering up into a tiny smile. She buried her head into his chest, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him tightly. "Of course it's a yes, you beautiful man." For the third time that day, relief flooded through Brian, and his world was made right again. He let out a huge sigh, looking down as his now fiancee, and he gently pushed her off of him back onto her back. He reached down and took the ring from the box, and grabbed her hand. He slid the ring onto her finger - it was slightly loose, but the jeweler would fix that later. Angela held out her hand, looking at the shiny stone on her finger and she laughed suddenly, high and bright and delighted. "We're engaged!" She exclaimed, turning to look at Brian, face beaming. "I'm your fiance!" Brian nodded numbly, still having trouble with his thoughts. Thank you, anyone that was out there watching over me this week. Angela bounced upright as she held out her hand again, running over to the lamp. "Are those amethysts?" she asked excitedly. "Brian, this is definitely too much! Where did you find it? I had no idea, I thought we were waiting another year!" He managed a grin. "I got it a month ago. I was waiting to ask Jack for permission, you know. I'm a little old fashioned. But I've known I wanted to propose for months." Angela continued studying the ring under the light, still smiling radiantly. "Daddy said yes?" she asked. "He's been very impressed with you all night, you know." "We talked," Brian said cautiously. "He had some advice, but yes, he gave me his blessing." "Anything you'd care to share?" she asked, glancing over to him. "Not now. Mostly long term marital advice. We'll talk about these things as they come up." He hesitated, then broke out into his own huge smile. "And we'll have that time, my fiance. We have all the time in the world, together. I wouldn't have it any other way, Ang. You're all I've ever wanted and so much more." Angela rushed over, jumping on the bed and wrapping him up in a huge hug, raining kisses down on him. "You're just the best boyfriend ever! Best fiance ever, I mean. That sounds so weird to say, but it's just the best! I can't believe you hid this from me!" Brian smiled. "I wanted to do it with your family here, but also just us. I didn't think you'd want something big in public." "You know me so well," she smiled at him. "I did just want it to be us. I always want it to be us, Brian. I love you." "And I love you," he said, leaning in for another kiss. They held each other for a long moment, neither speaking. Brian felt like the grinch, whose heart had grown seventeen sizes too large and was now overflowing with love and happiness. God damn, do I ever love this woman. What a fairy tale I'm living now. Angela broke off her embrace with a startled yelp. "I forgot what time it was!" Brian looked over at her, noting the cracking in her shoulders. "Oh yeah, I guess it is midnight. You should probably take off the ring, wouldn't want to hurt your hands if they're about to get larger." She nodded, setting the ring on the bedside table. "That'll have to be a nightly ritual, unfortunately. I should set an alarm on my phone." Angela leaned back against the wall, sitting silently as her change happened without much in the way of fanfare. They'd been to the gym earlier and as expected, she became another of Brian's Standard Hot Girls, a blonde instagram model type. He grinned, eyeing her very fit ass. "I do enjoy the constant influx of gym girls. You look like you could squeeze my dick off with your ass." Angela glanced down at her legs, then eyed Brian lustily. "I'm going to do more than that, my love. This is our first time as an engaged couple. You've made me the happiest woman in the world tonight, and I'm going to make you the king of New York," she said. Brian's cock stirred, and he smiled back at her lazily. "Is that so? I like the sound of King Brian." She laughed easily. "Well then, my lord, you can press me into your service in a minute. But first, I would like to tell my parents that we just got engaged!" She rolled off the bed and grabbed the ring, tossing on a long shirt before heading to the door. Brian's eyes bulged. "You'll just go talk to them? You know what happens at midnight!" "You'll get used to it someday, love. Sex just isn't a big barrier for us. When I was a little girl, I wandered into my parents room looking for comfort after a nightmare only to find Daddy sleeping with a different woman so many times. We had a chat about what happened and what would happen to me when I was like eleven. Mom and I have had so many talks about this that you wouldn't believe. It's fine," she said, smiling at him before turning towards the door. She opened it and walked to the guest room, knocking on that door. He heard her shout, "Mom! Daddy! We got engaged!" Brian was stunned, sitting up on the bed. Angela and her parents had such a strange relationship, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to it. Then a stray thought struck him and he paled. Jack said Theresa hadn't touched anyone else today. Does that mean..?p> The door to the guest room opened, and out stepped Diana of Themyscira, once again completely naked. Brian nearly fainted, seeing Wonder Woman for a second time but this time knowing that it was Angela's mother standing naked in front of him. Diana looked down at Angela's hand, eyeing the ring she was holding. "Congratulations are in order, it appears," she said in her serious, lilting accent. She turned to look at Brian. "And you, Brian of New York. I am very pleased to see you again, and it is wonderful that you have found such a lovely young woman to be your bride." "Errr..." stammered Brian. "Thank you again, Diana." Diana turned and winked at Angela. "You are very lucky. He will make you very happy." Angela beamed up at her naked mother. "Oh, he definitely will. Now I just have to make him very happy." Diana reached down to Angela's forehead. Her hand glowed for a moment, and Brian's eyes widened as he remembered Diana imparting him with that incredible, godlike energy. His cock stiffened as Angela turned towards him, eyes afire and mouth parted, lust written all over her face. "Oh, that feels wonderful," Angela exclaimed. "Thank you, Mom.. err, Diana." Diana simply nodded. "Congratulations again, child. Now, we must each attend to our own battles this evening." She turned to walk back into the guest room, closing the door behind her. Before the door clicked shut, Brian heard another voice yell out of the room. "Tell Brian THANK YOU," yelled Jack, whooping in delight. Brian's face burned hotter than the Sun. Chapter 6 The following days went by in a blur for the happily engaged couple. Angela was positively glowing, bouncing around the apartment with a noticeable spring in her step. She'd started a new habit of kissing Brian randomly whenever she walked past, then nearly skipping away as he watched her go. In return, he'd started giving her ass a good smack when he walked behind her, whistling innocently as he left the room. The two had been inseparable, hardly leaving the house for anything except food. Any amusing moment became reason enough for intimacy, and between that and Angela's nightly transformations, Brian was beginning to feel a little haggard. It was almost too much sex. Angela's parents had left three days after Christmas, and Brian was sorry to see them go. He'd gotten used to Jack's teasing, and Theresa felt like a cross between Angela and the mother figure he'd been missing for twenty years after losing his own mother to cancer. They made promises to return in the spring and Brian found himself wondering if he and Angela might visit them in Phoenix sooner. He genuinely missed them, and Angela loved him for it all the more. The only slight burr in their relationship was Angela's insistence that she make up for Brian's 'extra' present. No matter how many times he told her that an engagement ring did not count, that it was his right to purchase it and she owed him nothing, she would shake her head and change the subject. Brian caught her on the phone a few different times, and there were secretive emails and google searches quickly hidden from his eyes, so he knew that she was planning something extravagant. Knowing Angela, it would be something completely unnecessary, but something he would absolutely love. Angela couldn't stand being in someone's debt, even if that debt were imagined. Brian eventually gave up trying to convince her, deciding that he would just have to enjoy whatever it was that she was cooking up. Cursed woman. Brian waited for days, hoping that she would reveal whatever the secret was, and his patience was rewarded on New Year's Eve. They hadn't made any solid plans, though Brian had made a reservation at a decently upscale restaurant a week ago just in case it was needed. Throughout the week, Angela had hinted that she might have made other plans for them, so Brian hadn't bothered with anything else. He woke up at nine, yawning and stretching after another long night. He rolled to his side to give Angela a kiss and was surprised to find that she wasn't in the bed. "Good morning, love," called her cheerful voice from the doorway. Brian looked over to the door, squinting against the early morning light. Angela was standing there, already dressed for the day. Actually, she's dressed for going outside.. He grumbled in her direction. "What's so good about it?" "It's New Year's Eve, and that means I have something special planned for us," Angela said excitedly. "Oh?" Brian asked. "Finally going to get even with me for proposing?" She nodded vigorously. "I hope so. Now come on, get up. We have an errand to run." Brian groaned. "But it's so early. What if I just want to sleep in?" Angela walked over to the bed and flung the covers off of him. "Sleep later, errands now sleepyhead." Brian gasped at the rush of cold air, grabbing for the blanket, desperate to cover himself back up. But Angela had already yanked it too far away, and he was stuck being cold. He glared at her, eyeing the blanket. "You should know better than to take a sleepy man's blanket," he said, with mock severity. Angela grinned at him. "Up and at 'em, sleepy man. We have things to do. It'll be worth it, I promise." Brian leaned back against the pillow, closing his eyes. He dramatically flopped his arms down to the side, groaning again. "Alright, fine. You win. I'll be cold and awake, I guess." Angela laughed and he felt the bed shift as she clambered onto it. He opened one eye and glanced down at her as she reached out for his boxers. She rubbed her hand along his cock through the material, and he shivered at her touch. Then she pulled them down, releasing his half- hard shaft. Angela leaned down, taking his cock in her hand and giving it a long, slow lick. She looked up at him, and her eyes were sparkling, her mouth twitching into a slight smile. "I wouldn't want you to be cold, my fiancee. How about I warm you up a bit, and then we run our errand? Brian grinned back at her. This was a morning plan he could get behind. Sometime later, the two of them were sitting in a deli, each eating a breakfast sandwich on a bagel. Angela was wearing her normal set of winter 'safe' clothes, with no skin showing except her face. She wore thin gloves even while eating, and took care not to get too close to anyone until she'd set her change for the night. This was much easier in winter, as the proper New York attire for the cold months already covered up most of her skin. They had more trouble in the summer, and she usually made her gym trips first thing so she wouldn't have to overheat all day. Brian looked around the deli, wondering why she had picked this one. There were several good delis within walking distance of their apartment, including some that they both truly loved. This one was a subway trip away, in a worse section of city. Judging by the sandwich he was eating, the food was nothing special. He looked around, hoping to discern the reason they'd come this far into Brooklyn. He looked at Angela, but she almost conspicuously refused to look at him. She ate her sandwich slowly, delicately, taking far longer than she usually would. Angela finally looked up at Brian. "What time is it, dear?" she asked calmly. He glanced down at his watch. "Almost eleven." He looked back to her questioningly, wondering what she was waiting for. "Almost eleven," she whispered. She nodded once, then stood up. Brian half rose from his chair, but she shook her head. "Stay here a moment, I'll be right back." Brian watched as she walked out of the deli, then disappeared past the windows at the front of the store. He sat there for a few minutes, sipping his water and debating if he should finish the remains of her bagel. After another moment, he spotted her walking back past the windows and coming into the shop. Trailing her was a nervous looking man, several inches shorter than Brian and rather unkempt. In fact, he looked like he hadn't bathed in several days. Brian looked up at Angela questioningly, but she didn't say a word. Angela sat back down in her seat and gestured for the younger man to sit with them. He smelled about as bad as he looked, and Brian was increasingly bewildered as to what Angela was doing meeting him here. Angela cleared her throat, drawing his attention. "So, Greg," she said. "This is Brian, who I told you about?" Greg glanced over at Brian, briefly meeting his eyes before looking away. His eyes were shifty, always looking around, away, anywhere but directly at Brian. "Yes, err.. Happy to meet you, Brian." His voice was high and nasally, and he sounded nervous. "Likewise," Brian said easily. He looked over at Angela, raising an eyebrow. He mouthed at her, "This guy?" Angela grinned at him, nodding slightly. "Brian, Greg here is in need of your particular talents. He saw some of my cosplay work, and he wants to commission you to design a costume for it, since you are one of the best costume designers in New York." She said this in a rush, putting her hand on his, and nodding at him. Her eyes were wide and pleading. Brian took the hint, deciding to play along with whatever she was up to. "Errrr, yes, Greg. I am a very good costume designer. You saw some of Angela's cosplays, I'm sure, and we have worked together for a number of them." Cosplays? What the hell is she up to? Greg looked up at Brian again, eyes quickly shifting away. "That's good. I.. I want a specific costume. And cosplay," he added quickly, looking over at Angela, eyes resting on her chest for a moment. "If the two of you would work together again, that would be good." Angela beamed at Greg. "That's right Greg. We would love to bring your deepest fantasy to life. Why don't you tell Brian who it is?" Greg glanced at Angela, horrified. "Errr.." he whispered. "It's a little embarrassing.." "Greg, it's alright," Angela said. "We do this for a living. Neither one of us will think less of you." Brian wasn't sure that he could think less of Greg, but he was eager to hear what the young man had to say. He was beginning to get an idea of why Angela had drug him all the way out her, and it must have something to do with whatever this young man wanted to see. His cock stirred, excited at the prospect of Angela picking out a fantasy for him, hoping that he was correct in his assessment. He looked over at Greg and nodded. "That's correct, Greg. I value my client's privacy and harbor no judgment towards you. I am simply a practitioner of my craft." Over Greg's head, Angela nodded at him, with a proud smile on her face. Greg looked at Brian, relaxing slightly for the first time since he'd sat down. He glanced over at Angela again, and she nodded at him encouragingly. He glanced back down to the table, his fingers twisting together. "You know uhh.. the show from the 60s with the genie and the astronaut guy?" Brian thought for a minute. "The genie.. genie.. Oh, with the blonde woman in the arabian outfit? Dream of Genie?" Greg blushed furiously, hanging his head even lower if that was possible. "Yeah, the girl in pink, Jeannie. Barbara Eden is the actress' name." Brian looked over at Angela, who was beaming. "A genie, eh? So you want the whole pink costume getup? And Angela over here to wear it?" Greg nodded. "She.. she said she could wear a wig.. She's done blonde before." "She has done blonde before, many times," Brian allowed. He looked over at Angela again, raising an eyebrow. A genie? Will she get magical powers, or float on the air, or get stuffed into a bottle? Angela stared across the table at Brian, eyeing him seductively. Her leg reached out under the table and she rubbed her foot against his calf. With deliberate slowness, she raised her hand and slowly pulled off her glove. Staring straight at Brian, she lowered her hand to the table. "So, Greg. Do we have a deal? We can iron out the details later via email." Greg looked over at her, noticing her outstretched hand. "Well, uh, sure. This is my dream, you know.." He reached over and shook Angela's hand, then turned back to Brian. "I can't thank you enough, Mr...?" "Just Brian is fine for now," said Brian. "I prefer to stay somewhat anonymous because of the sensitive nature of my work." "Oh, sure, sure," said Greg quickly. He took a last look at Angela, once again staring at her ample chest. "Thank you guys.." He stood awkwardly, still avoiding looking at Brian, then turned and headed to the door without another word. Brian watched him go for a moment, then turned back to Angela. She was sitting there with a smug smile on her face. "So, a genie? Where'd you dig up this guy?" "Oh, around," Angela said, waving off the question. "I thought we'd do something special for New Years. I wanted a wizard or genie or something like that. I think we might be able to try something we could never do on our own, and that should be exciting." Brian smiled slowly. "Something we'll never get to try again? What do you have in mind?" Angela shook her head. "We'll figure it out in the moment. You should think up something you want to do tonight, assuming this works. I asked Greg a lot of questions though, and Jeannie is definitely his sexual fantasy." "Oh yeah, the cosplay thing. Are you just going to block his email? Seems kind of mean to rile up the poor kid like that. He could barely look me in the face," Brian said slowly. Angela smiled. "We'll take care of Greg. I figure we have the rest of the day to put together a Jeannie costume, and we'll just take some pictures tonight when I look like the real thing. He'll lose his shit," she laughed. Brian grinned. "You tease, he's going to cherish that for a decade. So I guess we're going to a costume store, yeah?" "You got it!" Angela exclaimed excitedly. "It's cosplay time!" The two of them spent the better part of New Year's Eve visiting various halloween stores, toy stores, and clothing stores to put together a reasonable facsimile of an 'I Dream of Jeannie' costume. They were pretty sure that it would still fit at midnight, as Angela and Barbara Eden were about the same size. After finishing the costume hunting, the two had headed home to change and get ready for a nice evening out. They'd used Brian's reservations after all, having a nice dinner before going home once again to relax on the couch and watch the ball drop from the comfort of their not-freezing-cold apartment. As midnight approached, the two sat on the couch holding the other tightly. Angela's head was on Brian's shoulder, and her hands were wrapped around his left arm. She sighed happily, her engagement ring sparkling in the light every time she moved her hand. Brian felt her lean into his shoulder, and he smiled. "Love you, babe," he murmured at her. "You, too, my love," she whispered back. "This has been the most amazing year, and you've made it so easy to be excited about my life. I'm looking forward to a whole new year with you. This time as your soon-to- be wife. We get to plan a wedding this year!" Wife to be. Crazy, that. I never thought I'd get married this young, but now that I've found Angela, I couldn't imagine life without her. Brian wrapped his arm around her shoulder, squeezing her tight. He leaned over to kiss her and she tilted her head back, putting her lips to his as the ball started to drop. They remained locked together, holding each other through the final moments of the year. Brian could not ever remember anticipating one more. Angela broke off the kiss as her change began, eyes locked on Brian's. "Love you, Brian. Here's to a wonderful year, my amazing fiance." "Love you, future wife," he said with a smile. "Let's see how your plan works out, shall we?" Angela stretched her arms and stood up from the couch, walking to the middle of the room. Her changes were very minimal this time, given the similar height, weight, and body structure between her and the fictional character of Jeannie. The initial stage, which usually included bones and tendons popping and stretching, lasted only a few moments and there were none of the characteristic sounds indicating any change at all. In fact, Brian didn't notice much of anything different. Her boobs were a little bigger, and her face slightly different. Her lips were a little fuller. She was maybe a bit more over-sexualized, but this was clearly still Angela. Angela inspected herself with a frown. Her arms travelled up and down her body, feeling herself and searching for significant changes that just weren't there. She felt behind herself, grasping at her ass, her frown deepening. Finally she reached up and pulled the neck of her shirt forward, glancing down at her breasts. After a long moment, she looked back to Brian, a confused expression on her face. "What the hell? That's never happened before." Brian was just as confused as she was. "Maybe genies are just too powerful for your curse to replicate?" he suggested. "Or maybe Greg didn't really like the idea of Jeannie?" Angela shook her head. "Oh no. He very definitely had some lewd ideas for images we could take showing off her powers. He wanted some wishes granted for sure, it's got to be something else.." Brian thought for a moment, a suspicion beginning to form in his mind. "What if he just got off on the idea of a genie, but not which genie? What if you became his fantasy today and over the past several days? You sent him some pictures, right? He's probably getting off to that, especially if he's never had any interactions with a hot girl like yourself." Angela's nose wrinkled at the suggestion. "I fucking hope not, that's gross." "What'd you expect when you send a nerdy kid some pictures and then show up to meet him?" Brian said, rolling his eyes. "You're his fantasy now!" Angela made an exasperated noise, throwing her hands in the air. "For fuck's sake, all I wanted to do was have tonight be special, and some horny kid can't keep his mind off the first woman he sees." Brian stood up and walked over to her. He was grinning, completely amused by the situation. He reached up and touched her cheek softly, looking into her eyes. "Maybe this is for the best. I get to spend my New Years with my fantasy woman." "You are something right out of a movie script, you know?" Angela said with a smile. But her eyes were full of love and her mouth quivered. "I still wanted to do something special for you. It's only fair after you made me the happiest girl ever." Brian laughed, reaching down to take hold of Angela's hands. He brought one up to kiss her ring, beaming at her. "Ang, I told you a dozen times, you don't owe me for an engagement ring. It's not a present, and we are more than even. But if you really want to make it up to me, then fine." He paused for a moment, considering his words. "My fair genie girl, I wish for you to pick your own deepest hidden fantasy, and we'll work on making something magical happen for you. If it's not something with me, maybe it's something we can arrange soon." Angela's eyes widened as he spoke, blinking as he said the word wish. As he finished, she grinned at him. "I get to pick a fantasy?" she asked. Her eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips in thought. "There's kiiiiiind of a lot to choose from. Let me see.. Wait a second," she said, pausing as she felt at her head. Her hand rolled around her temple, as if she were trying to fix a headache. "I feel.. Something weird. There's something in my head, like.. I can just feel it. It's.. strange, like.." Her eyes snapped open and she stared directly at Brian, with a hungry expression on her face. Brian took a step back from her. "Ang? You okay? What's wrong?" he asked worriedly. She was looking at him like he was a piece of meat, and she was ready to pounce. He wondered if offering her a fantasy had been a good idea after all. He reached out a hand to her. "Angela? What's going.." His words were cut off as Angela blinked and nodded her head. There was a small flash of light from her eyes, and Brian felt a rush of something flow between the two of them. It was hard to explain, and he couldn't comprehend what was happening. The closest he'd ever felt to it was the second night they'd slept together, when Diana had focused her energy on him, giving him the stamina of the gods. His eyes widened as he felt this new energy coursing through his body. Had Angela given him unlimited stamina again? Angela's eyes faded and her carnal look returned to a more normal appreciative eye. She blinked several times, as if confused as to what had happened. She felt at her temple again, then lowered her hand. "That was weird. I felt like I had some sort of.. power. But I blinked and it just all went away. I must have imagined it." "I don't think you did," Brian said throatily. His voice sounded strange to him, like he was hearing himself from far away. "I feel it.. inside of me, whatever it was." And he could feel it. His entire body was coursing with it, and it flowed through him like blood. At first, he could only feel it in his chest, but as time went on, it flowed to his appendages, spreading a strange tingling sensation as it went. He blinked, looking down at himself, but there was nothing noticeably different. Angela's breath caught. "I sent something into you?" she said quietly. "Oh no.." Oh no? That can't be good. "What's 'oh no'?" he asked urgently. The feeling inside of him was building, and he felt strange. His body wasn't hurting, not exactly, but it was.. pulsing. Each beat of his heart sent the tingling further into him, strengthening it. It threatened to roll over him, so intense that he winced, and he tried to will the feeling to go away. Soon his entire body felt like it was on pins and needles, that annoying feeling that happened when he sat on the toilet too long and he cut off the blood flow to his legs. He gasped, and his voice came out high and needy, aching for relief. "Brian? Are you alright?" Angela asked, stepping over to him. Her arms caught hold of his face, forcing him to look down at her. She stared intently at him, then she gasped, taking a step back. "Oh, Brian.." she said, face shocked and afraid. "I'm okay," he said. Well, he tried to say. All that came out was a strange, high pitched mumble. His throat felt constricted, like he couldn't breathe, but he didn't feel like he wasn't getting any air. It just felt... blocked a bit. His mind became somewhat detached from reality, too many sensations happening at once, all overwhelmed by that accursed tingling. He tried to back up towards the couch, but his leg didn't quite step where he meant to and he stumbled, falling backwards. He managed to take another staggering step, not quite falling, but his momentum carried him over and he fell backwards onto the cushions. His mind tried to work out what had happened, but things just weren't making sense. It felt like he'd tried to step down some stairs, not realizing that the gap was taller than he thought. Brian looked down at his body, and for the first time he noticed that he was not the same. "Holy shit," he yelped, the words forceful enough to make it through the strange tightness in his throat. His eyes gazed downward at his chest, eyeing the swelling mass under his shirt. It looked like.. looked like.. He gulped, raising his arm and grabbing hold of his shirt, right over the strange growth. Brian gasped as new sensations flooded into him. The tingling was still there, but now there was something new, something different. It felt.. strange. There was definitely flesh on his chest that shouldn't be there, but it was sensitive and soft, and his hands touching it made him feel incredibly good. He glanced at his left hand, wondering if the energy Angela had given him was concentrated there, but it wasn't glowing or anything. In fact, it didn't really look like his hand at all. He concentrated, trying to remember what his hand looked like. This definitely wasn't it. The fingers were all wrong, too narrow and delicate by half. The nails were perfectly trimmed and longer than he usually kept his. They looked more like Angela's hands than his own, he realized. Brian looked up at Angela, eyes wide and shocked. "What did you do?" he shrieked, his voice cracking. "Brian, calm down," she said. "You need to be calm, you could hurt yourself." She reached over and tried to take hold of his arms, but he wrenched them away. "I've got breasts," he said weakly. "My hands.. My chest.. My.. my.." he stammered and lost what he was going to say, slumping back into the couch. The tingling was finally dying down, reduced to a muted buzz that he could only feel in his toes. He looked up at Angela, mind numb and completely overwhelmed. "What happened, babe?" Angela blinked back sudden tears. "Oh, Brian, I'm sorry. You asked me for a fantasy, and all of a sudden this was all I could think of. Then there was this pressure in my head that needed to be let out, and when I blinked it all flooded from me to you.. Then.. this all happened." This ALL happened? What else happened? Brian took several deep breaths, feeling his chest heaving and swaying in odd ways. He closed his eyes for a long moment, concentrating on his body and how he felt. Now that the tingling was gone, he realized that he actually felt pretty good. His whole body was energetic, like he was ready to run a marathon. It felt like a lesser version of Diana's energy, but diffused throughout him instead of just in his cock. He raised his hands to his chest once again, feeling at the strange mounds for a second time. They were still sensitive, and he shivered as his fingers brushed his nipples. That was definitely a new feeling. He sat there for a long minute, just trying to come to grips with his heaving chest. "That's right, my love," Angela whispered. "Take your time. Breathe deeply, focus on calming down, on not hyperventilating. I remember my first time changing, and I was a wreck. I even knew it was coming for years before it happened. You're doing really well." Brian felt her reach out and hold his head, leaning hers down on top of him. He felt a rush of love for her, in spite of the awkward situation. He knew she hadn't meant to do it, whatever it was. She would never willingly hurt him. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. "I get it, Ang," he whispered, his voice box still feeling weird. His voice sounded muddled to him, not normal at all. "You wanted to play with some boobs, too. I can't blame you, that's a nice fantasy. Boobs are awesome." Angela pulled back, looking him up and down. "Well, yes. Boobs are great," she said carefully. "But that wasn't what I wanted, not exactly." Brian sat up a little straighter, feeling his breasts swaying again. He winced, wishing the damn things would stay still so he could forget they existed. Then he looked further down, past his chest and realized that his pants didn't quite fit right, either. His eyes widened and he looked back up at Angela in shock. "I'm a..?" He trailed off, unable to say it. She nodded. "Because of my condition, I never had a weird college fling. I.. I've never gotten to 69 a girl before and I've always wondered what it would be like," she said with a rush as she started to turn red. Brian's hand shot down to his pants, feeling for his dick, but finding nothing. He bolted upright, nearly falling again as his body didn't stand quite how he expected and his eyes were much lower to the floor than normal. He stumbled forward, pants falling to his feet and he kicked them off before running to the bedroom. He flicked on the light and dashed over to Angela's full length mirror, stopping in front of it and staring at his reflection. Holy shit, I am fucking hot. One of the most beautiful women that he'd ever seen stared back at him. She was dressed in nothing but his own tshirt, oversized on her. Her face was right out of a magazine, with delicate eyebrows and full lips and high cheekbones. Her long, blonde hair was perfectly cut, without a hint of curl to it. She had a thin nose, perfect teeth, and her smile was enough to make him weak in the knees. Then his eyes roamed her body, and he thought he might actually fall over. She had amazing, incredible legs, with just the right amount of definition and curve. Her thighs tightened as they went upwards towards his waist and he could just see the beginning of the elusive thigh gap. He gulped as his eyes stared at the bottom of the shirt, knowing what it was covering. He reached down, pulling the shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor and eyeing his fully naked form. The breasts were huge, but that wasn't a surprise after he'd grabbed them through his shirt. He figured they were at least a D cup, but they had large nipples that stuck out and there was no hint of sag to them. His eyes trailed downward, taking in his firm abs and hourglass figure and hips that rolled outward. Then his eyes took in his vagina and he gasped. It looked so right, seeing it sitting there on this body, but it felt so wrong in his mind. Knowing that it was attached to him was almost too much, even more than the breasts. The fact that it was a perfect, beautiful pussy made things worse. He stood there for a long minute, staring at himself, wondering how he should be feeling. He didn't blame Angela. She hadn't known the genie thing would work, and he'd specifically asked her to pick a fantasy. Besides, he was only dealing with something once that she dealt with literally every night. Was that so bad? Sure, this had come as a complete shock, and he had not been ready for it, but this wasn't any different than every one of Angela's nights. Brian saw Angela walk slowly into the room, cautiously making her way over to him. She stopped a few feet behind him, eyeing him in the mirror with a worried expression on her face. "Are you okay, Brian?" she asked quietly, her voice full of sorrow. "I'm really sorry, and I didn't know what I was doing. I think I can figure out how to fix it, though.. If you make a wish to be normal, we can be whole, together." She becomes my fantasy, or something close to it, and never complains. In fact, she usually goes out of her way to make sure that I'm satisfied and half the time she doesn't get to come. She's done it for months, and will do it for years more. Surely I can do the same for her the one night she gets to choose her own fantasy. Brian turned around, looking at Angela. She had tears in the corners of her eyes, and she looked so pitiful. He made up his mind that he was going to give her the best night he could - she deserved that from him. He walked over to her, slowly, trying his best to roll his hips sexily, sure he was making a fool of himself. He stopped just in front of her, noting that his eyes were slightly shorter than hers now. He glanced down, eyeing their bodies. His breasts were larger, hips wider, abs smoother. He sighed. Of course Angela would have fantasies about some bimbo-looking hot blonde. Then he gave her a radiant smile, leaned in, and kissed her. Angela pulled back in shock immediately. "Brian? Are you okay?" Brian let his smile drop, grabbing Angela's hands and putting them on his waist. "Ang, I can't say that I'm okay. This wasn't quite expected," he said honestly. Her eyes dropped and he saw the tears leaking out. "I know," she whispered. "I did this to you." He reached out and raised her head with his hand under her chin. "Angela Semmler," he said, and her eyes snapped open as he used her full name. "Every night, you become a super hot fantasy and do everything you can to make me the happiest man on earth. Every night." He reached out and wrapped his arms around her neck, bringing her head in to his. Their breasts pressed together pleasantly and he felt her arms wrapping around his waist. He locked eyes with her from inches away, and hers were large and questioning. He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck, before whispering, "It's time for me to repay the favor." Chapter 7 Brian felt Angela sag in his arms, tension bleeding from her. She pulled back from him, and their eyes met. She still had tears on her face, but now they seemed small in comparison to her joyous expression. Her mouth flickered into a small smile, then blossomed. She reached up and wiped her arm across her face, then brushed the hair from her eyes. "Really?" Angela whispered. "You're okay with this?" He did not answer, instead reaching down to take her hands, bringing them up to feel his breasts. Her eyes drifted downwards, gazing at his newly enlarged assets and she licked her lips. Her hands grasped him, squeezed him, soft fingers caressed his nipples and she gave a short laugh of delight. "They feel so soft," Angela exclaimed. "And they're so big!" Brian had trouble replying, as he enjoyed the sensations her hands produced. Each caress, every squeeze, any brush with his nipples elicited a burst of pleasure. He quickly became lost in the experience, and he moaned slightly. He stuck out his chest and tried to will her to rub him harder. This body was very sensitive. "That.. feels.. so good.." he gasped out. Angela grinned, her worry and sorrow from a moment ago quickly forgotten. Her secret fantasy was here, with Brian, and she was becoming rather excited and turned on. It wasn't just that he was a woman - she'd had sex as thousands of people, many of whom were gay or bisexual, and she knew that her own body preferred men. But she'd also had precious few partners and experiences as her own true body. She'd quickly learned to keep people at a distance, knowing that most could not handle her nightly urges. Being able to experience something new and different, something as herself was a ridiculous turn on. Her body responded to the situation and she wanted this. Needed this. Brian quivered under Angela's ministrations, and his mind reeled with new pleasure. He had been fucked by a hundred women in the last year, brought to more orgasms than he could count. But none of those experiences felt as wild as this did. As much as this was still him, the bundle of memories and thoughts that made up Brian, this was also now her. Nothing in his twenty-six years of life could prepare him for this. Every nerve, every cell, every synapse had been completely rewired, and the newness of it all made each new experience greatly heightened. Things that might have been pedestrian foreplay for Brian himself now felt alien. He looked down and saw her fingers roam his supple skin, and the sight was otherworldly, like something he'd see in a porn video. His breasts really did look fantastic from this angle, perky and unreal. He watched as Angela's fingers found a nipple, coming together to pinch at him, and he squeaked aloud. She cupped his breasts, and he wished that she would suck on him, and wanted her tongue to taste him. Instead, her hand travelled down, feeling at the soft skin on his side. He inhaled sharply as she found his hips and felt further back to grab hold of his shapely ass. Angela gently walked forward, pushing him towards the bed. She held Brian up to avoid his earlier stumbles, one hand on his ass and one hand on his arm. He backed up, steps becoming easier as he adapted to his new size. After a moment, his ass hit the bed and the top came much further up on him than he was used to. He had to hop slightly to get up and he felt his breasts jiggle as he did. Brian was overwhelmed by a sudden urge to giggle, and he did, letting loose a high-pitched laughing fit. He couldn't get over his breasts flailing around every time he moved. It just felt so strange. He used his arms to push himself further onto the bed and then tossed himself backwards towards the pillows. He landed on his back and his breasts flew up towards his head, then pulled back, squishing down towards his side. His golden hair was strewn about him, fanning out all around. Brian reached up and rubbed at his own nipple, enjoying the feeling. His other hand reached out, fingers tracing down his sides and over his hip. He inched closer to that other place, the one he hadn't touched yet. He hesitated as his fingers touched the smooth, flat skin between his pelvis. It was only another inch to feel IT, and he knew that he wanted to. His body wanted it, needed it, and steadily his hand was drawn ever lower. He reached the precipice and he slowly ran his index finger along the top of his pussy, trying to be as gentle as he could. It was still too much. He yelped, the lightning shock coming from his clit startling him completely. It felt incredible, reminiscent of Angela's fingers rubbing his frenulum, right at the tip of his cock. But this was so much more concentrated, more intense. Brian didn't know if it was because the experience was so foreign or if it actually felt better, but he didn't care. His finger curved back around and this time he pressed harder into his clit. He luxuriated in the feeling, rubbing the tiny nub between two fingers. It felt so good, and his pussy was wet enough that even at the uppermost edge he was still getting fluids on his fingers. His pussy clenched involuntarily, trying to grip something that wasn't there, and with a shock Brian realized what he wanted. His body was aching for it and he quickly shoved two fingers into his pussy. It felt wonderful, those two fingers, and they probed in deeply. His labia spread around them, and he shook in the bed. He could scarcely believe that it was his pussy wrapping around his hand. He had felt Angela's dozens of times, but feeling his hand from the inside was almost more than he could handle. He tried to reach deeper inside, but his fingers could only go so far. I need more. More than fingers. I need something bigger. Holy shit, I can't believe I actually want something to fuck me right now. I wonder if Angela would let me use a vibrator.. Brian's self exploration was interrupted as Angela hopped onto the bed. He opened his eyes to see her grinning down at him, and she laughed. "I thought I'd give you a minute to figure things out," she said with a smirk. "But I think that it's time for me to join you." He grunted, nodding. "I got a little carried away. This feels so..." he trailed off. "Different?" she asked. "I know. The first several times left me so horny all I could do was sit in my room and masturbate. Some part of your brain eventually gets used to the new sensations, but even now after ten years of this curse, I still have those nights." Brian closed his eyes. "Even little touches have me shivering. It feels like it's all turned up to ten." "Part of that is the newness of being a woman," she agreed. "And part of it is that this is my fantasy. Of course I'd want you to be touchy." He opened his eyes again, looking up at her. "So you're responsible for this mess," he said, gesturing down at his soaked pussy. Angela chuckled as she turned around on the bed, putting her feet towards the head of the bed and her head towards the end. She turned to look at him, and the smile was gone. "I did tell you what my fantasy was, didn't I?" she said, and Brian's eyes went wide as he remembered. Well, it's not something big to fill me up, but now it's my turn to please her. Well, I suppose we'll please each other. Angela crawled to her side as she raised her right knee and placed it on the other side of Brian. She raised her arm and straddled his legs, as well. He looked up and her pussy was just above his head, already dripping wet. She really did want this - he hadn't even touched her yet. As he looked up at her, Brian began to slowly realize that even though he wanted, almost needed to please his girl, her pussy didn't particularly appeal to him. In fact, the thought of women in general didn't do anything for him. Brian frowned, trying to think about all of the beautiful women he'd fucked over the past year. Even thoughts of Diana, though pleasant and full of wonderful memories, did not actually turn him on more. He was insanely horny, but it had nothing to do with his naked fiance in the room - he was running solely on new sensations. He pussy wanted to be filled, but that was a carnal, physical desire. He wondered if that made him gay or if it was just a side effect of the body he currently had. He resolved to talk to Angela about it afterwards, but for now he had a fiance to pleasure. Reaching up to grab her ass with his hands, Brian pulled her down towards his face. He'd gone down on Angela a number of times before, sometimes even in this same position, but this time felt.. Different. His tongue was shorter and smaller, and his face wasn't shaped the same. She pressed down on him and her skin touched him in new and strange places. Her taste was less enjoyable to him at the moment, as well. It wasn't bad, but usually he liked it. Now it was just.. there. But his tongue flicked out and caressed her clit and Angela bucked and moaned as she always did. She'd always loved oral, and tonight was no exception. She was very animated, loud and noisy and bouncy, and Brian grinned at her response to his tongue. Even though his body wasn't super into it, he himself was very into pleasing Angela tonight and he gave it his all. He lapped at her, licked her softly, slowly, and then pushed inward with some penetration. He waited for her to tense up, then slowed down, teasing her with changing pace and pressure. He wanted to build her up slowly to an incredible orgasm, one that would make this a night to remember for them both. Then Angela leaned down and began to suck on his clit. Brian immediately stiffened, mouth falling off of Angela as all of the air was sucked out of him at once. He momentarily lost control of his legs and he kicked out wildly as Angela laughed. She pulled back for a moment, careful to avoid his knees, then leaned back in and began her own tongue work on his wet labia. He had to try very hard not to squeeze her to death with his thighs. The feelings coming from down there were too much, almost indescribable. He gasped and heaved, hands clenching the blankets. This time, Angela wouldn't let up and her mouth kept working at him as she lowered her own vagina back to his waiting lips. Together they teased, tasted, and tried to bring the other to a tumultuous climax. Brian recovered his senses, and did his best to tune out what Angela was doing to him. He focused solely on eating her out. It was difficult - she was licking away with wild abandon - but he had the experience of doing this before, of knowing exactly what it was that Angela wanted and needed. Soon it was Angela that had to back off, desperately trying to breathe and bring her body back under her control. She was trying to stave off her climax, but Brian wouldn't allow it, holding her ass down and keeping his tongue locked on her clit. Angela soon began to quiver, as her legs shook and pussy lips pulsed around his tongue and he knew that she was headed over the edge. She began to moan loudly, and she let out a deep, guttural wail, all shreds of composure thrown to the wind. Her hips suddenly squeezed in on him, and he felt her pussy clamp down on his tongue. She squeezed him tightly, pulsating as a tremendous climax exploded out of her. Brian grabbed hold and tried to keep Angela where she was, but she shrieked, her hips lurched and bounced high and away from his mouth. "Unnnnnghhhhhh," cried Angela, voice an uncontrolled scream. Her pussy was on fire, and the orgasm rolled through her body, sending waves of pleasure everywhere. Her toes curled, and her legs quaked, threatening to send her right over face first into the bed. She held on desperately as she buried her head on Brian's soft thighs, wrapping her hands around his gorgeous legs. Her own thighs still quivered, and her body felt weak as the pulses slowed. Finally, she felt up to moving again, though she still felt the glow that followed up the really good ones - the ones that left her a happy pile of sweaty limbs strewn about the bed. "Ohhhhhhh...." Angela mumbled, face still stuck between Brian's legs. "That felt sooooo good, my love.' "Mmmm mmmm," came Brian's soft, feminine voice. Angela realized that she was still burying him under her and she smiled. She raised her butt again, and he sighed. "Thank you. I say again, mmm hmmm." Angela leaned backward and brought her face down to Brian's delicious pussy again. "It's my turn to finish you, now," she murmured as she took a long lick of him and enjoyed his groan. She began again her eager probe of him, but this time she used two fingers to rub his clit at the same time. Brian grunted, and his hands fell to the bed, unable to do anything in the face of this renewed tease. The combination of Angela's fingers and lips brought him perilously close to the edge of something that he couldn't describe. As she sucked on his soft skin, he felt something enormous build up deep inside of himself.. Soon it threatened to crash down over him, and he found himself howling as his body was on the brink. Then Brian came. His pussy exploded in pleasure, and he screamed, voice shrill and high and uncontrolled passion. His hips spasmed and he completely lost control of his legs again, which trembled wildly on the bed. A surge of pleasure raced through him much as the tingling sensation had earlier, but this was so much more. He could barely comprehend what was happening to him, and it just kept building. His pussy was pulsing, his abdomen alight with the feeling. It was reminiscent of his male climax, but it was everywhere, and it refused to end. Brian laid there and took it, his eyes open and unfocused. His mouth was still open, but the wordless howl had ended and all that remained was the feeling. He tried to breathe, but it felt to him like he had lost all command of who he was, and all he could do was enjoy this wall of feeling. After a few moments, it began to subside, but instead of ebbing away entirely as his cock had, he was left with a warm glow inside of him. Brian felt happy and content and he wanted nothing more than to hold Angela, to lie with her and share in that moment. "Angela," he whispered. "Yes?" she asked as she came into his view. She climbed off of him and turned around. "Hold me," he said. He needed her to lie here with him, to hold him. Brain craved her touch, her cuddles, more than he could ever remember. Angela was more than happy to oblige. She leaned down and put her head on his shoulder as she always did, her hair covering his arms. She reached an arm across his chest, laying just above his breasts, and she squeezed him tightly. "Brian.." she said. Brian was losing his battle with consciousness, and he quickly headed towards sleep. It had been a long week, and he had been tired when he got up the morning before. Today had been long and intense and he felt completely drained. He struggled to open his eyes, then gave up. "Yes, dear?" he mumbled. Angela leaned over and kissed his breast, happy to hear one final gasp from him. "Thank you," she whispered. "For everything you do for me." He smiled as he faded away. "No.. problem.." he managed to get out before sleep took him. Angela leaned back into the crook of his arm, completely content with the world. She was glad to have shared this with the one person in the world who she loved most, but she would definitely be glad to have his cock back inside of her tomorrow. She knew just how she was going to please him in the morning, too. She owed him again - and she knew just how draining it could be to have to be someone else's fantasy. For now, she closed her eyes and cuddled up with her fiance as she allowed sleep to take her as well. Brian woke up slowly the next morning feeling refreshed, relaxed, and wrong. He frowned, yawning as he blinked several times trying to get the sleep out of his eyes. He lay still for another long moment, waiting for his brain to fully wake up. That strange feeling was still there, but he hadn't gotten enough of the fog from his mind to consciously think about what was causing it yet. He yawned again, eyes squinting against the daylight streaming in through the bedroom window. He glanced left at Angela, noting her blonde hair half covering his shoulder and arm. She'd apparently fallen asleep on his shoulder and had never moved. That brought a smile to Brian's face - often they would begin the night cuddling, but would wake up apart. When she slept the entire night on his arm, he knew that she was feeling extra lovey. As his awareness increased, he grunted in annoyance as her hair tickled his arm. The blonde locks were... wait.. Her blonde hair?? Angela doesn't have blonde hair. Brian's eyes widened as he began to remember the previous night and what had happened just before they fell asleep. He shot upright and the blonde hair pulled up with him, falling from his shoulder and hanging down his back - it was his blonde hair. At the same time, the covers fell back down towards the bed and Brian was greeted with the lovely vision of an impressive set of breasts. Unfortunately, they were attached to his chest. He looked down at himself for another moment, brain screeching to a halt as he attempted to process the unfathomable. Then he screamed, high and loud, like a woman startled by a snake. Angela jerked upright, sleep vanishing in an instant as adrenaline surged through her body. That screech, and the woman who made it, shook her to her core, and her eyes widened as she took in the blonde beauty sitting next to her. The girl's face was white as a sheet and didn't move as she stared down at herself. "Brian?" asked Angela quietly. "That's you, right?" He didn't look up at her, still quietly staring down at his chest. "Ang," he said, his voice soft and quiet and lovely. "What happened?" Angela's eyes were watering as she stared at her fiance. Of all the things that could go wrong, of all the complications to her relationship, she had never worried about him changing. Just when they'd gotten engaged, when things were going so well. She felt like everything supporting her life had been removed, and she didn't know what to say. "I'm.. I'm not sure," she said. "Why didn't I change back like you do?" he asked forlornly. She thought back to the previous night, mind working furiously to remember the details of his change. "I don't think you had my curse for the night, Brian.. I think I actually granted your wish to give me a fantasy." Brian sat there as tears of his own began to flood his eyes. "I thought it was just for the night," he whispered. He brought a perfect, manicured hand up to wipe his eyes. "I thought I'd change back." Angela was having a hard time holding it together, but she knew that she had to be the stronger one at the moment, because Brian needed her support now. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, shoving her own emotions to the back of her mind. "I probably had to grant you a wish to change back. Before I changed back and lost whatever that power was," she said slowly. He looked up at her, and he was openly crying now. "So.. I'm stuck like this? As her? You can't wish me back now?" Even as he asked, Brian knew that she couldn't. She would have reverted back after she climaxed, even before Brian himself had gotten off. They should have known something was the matter at that point, but both were too turned on to think about it. Had neither one of them gotten off, she still would have changed back at dawn. Her power was gone. Angela's heart sank as she watched Brian shift from sad to sobbing. He was losing his fight against his own emotion, and there was nothing she could do to make things right. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as he began to shake. "It will be okay, Brian. We can fix this," she whispered, though she wasn't sure if that was true. She would certainly try to seek out someone with a genie fetish again, but the first one hadn't gone the way either one of them expected. Her power hadn't been under her control, and she hadn't even become the genie she'd expected. She frowned as she thought about it. If she had become the actual Jeannie from the show, what would have happened? Would she have transformed Brian into the man from the show? As she thought more about it, she began to realize how foolish her plan had been. Messing about with forces like this had always had a chance for something terrible to happen, for strange and unintended consequences. Her own guilt threatened to overwhelm her again, and she knew that this was all her fault. Her fiance was stuck as a woman and it was her fault. After a few minutes, Brian had cried himself out, and he began to settle back into a deep melancholy. He pulled away from Angela's hug, unable to bring himself to return it. He looked up at her, ashamed of his tears, and found that her eyes were as red as his own. He quickly looked away - his weakness was embarrassing. He wanted to reach out and help her, to wipe her eyes and dry her face, but he couldn't even begin to help himself at the moment. He was in no shape at all to lend her comfort or to share in her grief. Her grief.. The thought bounced around in his head for a moment and his eyes widened as realization came to him. She's probably not sad about it happening. She almost certainly blames herself. She feels GUILTY. Brian raised his head again to look at his girl. He wasn't strong enough to help himself and to help her, not about this. He couldn't even face what he had become, and was putting that realization on the back burner. Facing himself in the mirror, coming to grips with his gender.. Those were things that he couldn't even begin to contemplate right now. But his fiance was in pain, almost certainly blaming herself for something that wasn't her fault. That was something that he could help. And in turn, maybe she could help him through the rest. "Ang," he said, wincing as he heard his new voice again. Angela looked up at him, and this time he definitely saw the guilt. She cringed as she took in his new face, listened to his voice. Her eyes shifted away from him, fearing the eye contact, the blame that she was sure to find. She looked like a dog that had been kicked, that knew she had been a Bad Dog. Brian's heart went out to her, the first inkling of positive emotion he had felt since waking up. "Angela," he said more firmly, reaching out and touching her arm. He moved his hand as little as possible, determined not to look at his arm or hand. He didn't want to set his breasts jiggling. He wanted to forget that this had happened for as long as he could. She looked up at him again, and this time she nearly lost it. "Brian," she whispered, and her voice was so choked with emotion that she was hard to understand. He could tell that it took everything she had to even reply. She would have had an easier time helping Sisyphus push his boulder up a hill than speaking to Brian at the moment. Brian's heart beat faster, and the sense of compassion flared within him, a love for her stronger even than his sense of loss. A Purpose was burning in him, and his desire to see her happy and safe began to override his own depression. He reached further up, trying to ignore his breasts shifting and placed his hand under her chin. He gently lifted her head until she was looking at him. "It's okay, Ang," he said quietly, with as much strength and conviction as he could muster. "It's not your fault." Angela reacted like he had slapped her. Her mouth quivered and her eyes dropped to the bed again, tears beginning to fall once more. "Of course it is," she said as she choked back spit and snot. "It was my idea. My plan. I didn't think it through and now you're the one paying the price. I fucked up." She pushed away his hand and put her hands over her eyes, both to wipe up the tears and to hide her shame. "No," Brian said sharply, and she looked up at him in shock. "It is nobody's fault. I went into this openly, I wanted to share it with you as much as you did. You can't have my agency, Ang, as much as you want to. I wanted this, too." "But," she began and he cut her off. "No. This was an accident. You cannot take the blame," he said, his voice firming. He couldn't handle being a woman, and couldn't even begin to think about it. But helping Angela? He could ignore any pain, any suffering if it meant her being happy again. He knew that he would have to deal with his own grief later, but the fire burning in his heart for her gave him strength enough for now. "It's not okay," she said. "You're.. you're.. I did this.." trailing off, her voice was very small and defeated. She averted her eyes again, unable to face him. "I am still me," said Brian, who very much did not know if that was true. "I still love you, and you still love me. We are still both here and still together, and that is what matters." Angela looked at him, frown lessening slightly as she listened to him. "You mean you're okay with.." She nodded at him. "Fuck no," he said, his voice jumping an octave as he almost shrieked the words out. "I'm a mess. I can't even begin to process this," he gestured at himself. "But that's not the point. The point is that this was not your fault and you need to not blame yourself. I'm going to need your help to get through this." She was quiet for a long moment. "You're far too good a man for me, Brian Reynolds." He grunted, then gave a small smile, his first of the day. "I try, though I don't know if I'm enough man for you right now." Angela's eyes widened and she laughed in spite of herself. "How can you joke about that right now?" He shook his head. "What other choice do I have, Ang? All I can do is go on." Her lips quirked down again, but she didn't cry or look away. She reached out and took his hands in hers, and they sat there on the bed quietly, each avoiding looking at his naked body. Brian felt the depression lurking out there again, threatening to overwhelm him and he forced himself not to think about his problems. He had eyes only for Angela. Later on, I'll have to deal with the reality of the situation. That.. I'm not ready for that yet. For now, let's pretend that we are just a man and his fiance, sitting here and holding each other, still very much in love. That's a good start to a New Year, right? He glanced down at himself briefly, once again seeing the absurd tits and his eye twitched. His smile floundered for a moment before he forced it back onto his face, still trying to make everything okay for Angela's sake. But in the back of his mind there was only one thought, and he was unable to shake it. My life is over. Chapter 8 Brian and Angela sat quietly for some time, and neither one of them knew what to say to the other. There were several times that she opened her mouth to speak, but would quickly close it whenever she looked at Brian. For his part, he was content to just sit there and hold her hand as he tried to wake up from this nightmare. Unfortunately, no matter how much he wanted to ignore the events of the past day, nature did not allow it. Brian was the first to break the silence. He glanced over at his fiance. "Uhh, Ang?" he asked tentatively. She looked up. "Yes?" He looked at the bed, embarrassed. "I think I.. uh.. Need to take care of the necessities." He cleared his throat meaningfully. Angela stared at him. "Necessities? Like the bathroom?" Brian nodded. "I need to pee, and I'm gonna go on the bed if I wait any longer. Would you mind.. umm.. making some breakfast? I think I could eat." His stomach grumbled noisily as it emphasized his need. It had been awhile since he'd eaten, and for all he knew, the transformation last night might have taken up all of his excess energy. "Do you need any help? Are you going to be okay in there without me?" she asked cautiously. "I think so," Brian said slowly. "It can't be that different from what I'm used to besides sitting. I'll yell if I have a problem. Can you make some pancakes?" Angela nodded and she leaned over to give him a quick hug, then rolled herself off of the bed. She found a pair of pants and tossed on a baggy sweatshirt before she walked to the door. She lingered there for a long moment and she turned to look at Brian. She hesitated, clearly undecided if she should leave him be or not. Finally, she nodded to herself. "I love you," she said. "We'll get through this." Brian closed his eyes. "I know we will," he said dubiously. I don't have any other choice but to get through it. This sucks. She turned and left the room, heading for the kitchen. Brian took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He slowly scooted himself over to the edge of the bed, then sighed. Normally his feet could just touch the ground, but now he wasn't even close. He looked down and noted how different everything was. His legs were at least six inches shorter, and their shape was different, too. His calves as a man had been toned and firm, easily visible even when his muscles weren't flexed. Now his leg was smooth and curvy and flowed nicely from thigh to calf to ankle. His skin was blemish free and hairless, and a light cream color several shades lighter than Angela. He kicked out his right leg so it stuck straight out from the bed. He watched as his muscles strained and flexed and his leg took on a bit of definition. Brian grunted - at least he was still in decent shape. He'd worked hard in the gym to get the body he had before. Brian sighed again as he pushed himself up and over the edge of the bed, dropping down until he could stand. He took a deep breath and concentrated on ignoring the changes. He still didn't want to think about his situation more than he had to. He looked around the room for something to put on, then frowned at his closet door. Nothing in there is going to work. I'm going to need to borrow something from Angela. Brian headed to her closet, moving slowly and trying to ignore how strange even walking felt. His hips rolled with his wider pelvis, and his legs had less power to them, though he still felt like he had a good amount of energy. He caught a movement from the corner of his eye and he looked to the left. He was once again in front of Angela's full length mirror, and he stopped, staring at his reflection. He'd seen this girl last night, but only briefly and never with a thought that he might be stuck inside of her. This time, he saw her full profile from the side, and he gasped. She was gorgeous, and a second viewing did not lessen how shocking that fact was. Her butt was fantastic, and he reached around to grasp it. It filled his hands nicely, round and firm and soft. Her tits were magnificent, and they were definitely larger than a D. He stood on his tip toes, watching her calves flex, and idly thought that she would look good in heels. She would look good in heels? That's ME. What is wrong with me? Suddenly, all that Brian had done this morning to put off thinking about his situation came crashing down around him. Without Angela there to focus his thoughts on, realization that he was stuck as a woman blossomed in Brian's head and he sank back to his feet. He turned, fully looking at himself. He took two faltering steps forward, then reached up to touch the mirror. He watched the girl reach out to touch his hand in the same spot. He noted the slender arms, the lack of muscle, the narrow shoulders. Her jaw lacked his chiseled chin and there was not a hint of hair on her face. He frowned, and now his earlier thoughts on how attractive she was seemed wrong. Brian looked her over again, but he could no longer see her as anything but weak and feeble. She wasn't beautiful - she was short, thick, and feminine. He looked at her chest, and wondered why anyone would want breasts that large? They'd just get in the way of everything. And that vagina.. It was everything that he didn't want to be. He wanted to take control, to insert himself in his girl, to fuck her. He reached down, feeling the skin around his pelvis. It was smooth, flat, and completely lacking in equipment to use with Angela. I can't have sex with Angela anymore. The nightly transformations, the fantasies. It's all over. She'll never be with me now. It was this last thought that finally broke him. Brian sank down onto his knees, and the tears returned to his eyes as he watched the strange girl in the mirror slowly lose control. Her mouth twitched, edging downward into an ugly frown. She just couldn't be him. He had to wake up from this nightmare. He reached over and pinched his arm, hoping that his vision would fade to black. The pinch did nothing more than sting and Brian watched the stupid girl in the mirror begin to cry. She sat there weeping, completely unable to handle her emotions. Her head dipped, hanging lower as the pressure overwhelmed her. Tears fell from her eyes, spattering down on her legs as she bowed her head. "This isn't me," he whispered. He winced again, hearing his voice. It was soft, lilting and sexy. It wasn't him. He looked up at the mirror again, eyes narrowed. That voice belonged to her, the girl in the mirror. This was all her fault. She'd interrupted his idyllic life, inserting herself where she was not wanted. Brian's mouth twitched, and he frowned at the mirror through his tears. "I hate you," he whispered, watching the girl mouth the same in return. "Why couldn't you just leave me be? I was happy." He stared at her, daring her to say anything but she didn't have the courtesy to respond. Brian felt hatred welling up in him, indignation so strong that he was compelled to lash out. He slapped the mirror with his hand, feeling the sting on his skin. He jerked his hand back, rubbing away the pain and watched the girl do the same. "Why won't you just leave me alone?" he snarled at her, watching her face contort in identical rage. Suddenly, he found he could handle the mirror no longer. He felt his stomach heave, and he leaned down and retched, spitting up bile. He thanked the heavens that his stomach was empty, but he still gagged at the taste. He looked around, face wild and savage as he grabbed for anything he could find. His pants wouldn't work, nor would Angela's soft slippers. He lunged for one of his shoes and turned back to the mirror. He found the girl staring back at him, the source of all of his troubles. "Get out, get out, GET OUT," he screamed, hammering the mirror with the shoe. The first strike did nothing, but the second and third spread spider web-like cracks through the glass. He flung the shoe at it as hard as he could and the whole thing shattered, raining shards down around him. The girl in the mirror vanished as everything exploded, and with her went Brian's fury, to be replaced with only despair. He buried his face in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Angela was in the room in a second, still holding a spoon. She took in the shattered mirror, Brian's kneeling form, and the shoe and she knew immediately what had happened. She rushed over to her fiance and threw herself down, heedless of the glass on the floor. She wrapped her arms around him. "Oh Brian," she said. "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." Brian didn't reply, but he melted into her arms as she rocked him back and forth slightly. The mental walls he'd tried to construct to push her away had collapsed in a second and he realized that he was not prepared to handle this. Not yet, not now, not today, maybe not ever. The tears flowed through his fingers, dripping down his arm, and he shook as he wept. His old life was gone. He'd met the girl of his dreams, he had a good job and friends. In a moment, it was all taken from him. He lost his identity, who he was, what he was, everything. Angela felt him shaking in her arms and she wanted to cry, but knew that she absolutely could not, not now. She had to be Brian's rock, had to bring him back from the abyss before he hurt himself. She had thought that he was okay, that he was handling things incredibly well, but clearly he had just been putting on a brave face for her benefit. She had been through this herself when she started changing, back in that first year, but she'd had her mother around to help when things were at their worst. Becoming a new body, a new gender, a new thing each night had led her to intense dysphoria and a severe disconnect with reality. It had taken her time to accept that the things she changed into each night were part of herself. Her curse was her, and that had made the forms she took each night part of her, too. She'd also had years to prepare before it happened, and years to accept it since, and she also knew that she would return to herself each morning. Brian had none of this - he only had her. She was the only thing that could bring him back from this pit he'd fallen into. "Brian," Angela said, forcing her voice to be strong, steady. She was a rock in the storm, a wall from the wind, a familiar place for him to latch onto. He didn't reply, but his shaking lessened slightly. She took that as a good sign. She tried again. "Brian," she said fiercely, demanding to be heard. He still didn't move, but this time he did reply in a weak voice. "I broke your mirror.. I'm sorry.." She reached down and put her hand on his knee, pulling him towards herself, turning him around. Away from the mirror, away from the shards. "Don't worry about that, love. It's just a mirror. It's going to be okay." Brian's hands lowered down to his thighs, but his face still hung, hair falling all around him. Tears fell from his eyes, but he was no longer shaking. "No, it won't," he said in a quavery, raspy voice. "Everything is gone." "It will," she insisted. "You're stronger than this, Brian. You can come out of this okay." Brian was silent for a moment. "I was stronger, until she took it all from me. I hate her," he said, his voice venomous. "No," Angela said firmly. "You are still the same person. She is still you. You've had a setback, your body is different, but everything that made up Brian, the person you are, the memories you have, the people you love.. It's all still here, Brian. You still have a life and a fiance who loves you." She reached down, bringing his face up so he could see her. Brian stared blankly at her, lost and alone inside his own head. Her words echoed in his mind, but they did not find purchase there. Angela still loves me. She loves Brian, not HER. She loves someone that's gone. I'm not.. We're over. Sorrow overtook him again and Brian's stomach heaved once more. He retched in her arms, stomach trying to expel anything remaining. He gagged as he tried to spit and his throat tightened. He coughed hard, then inhaled rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. His hands went to his chest as he sputtered and he brushed his breasts once more. He yelped and jerked his hands away as if he'd touched a burning stove. His mind spun and he tried to stand, to run, to get away, but Angela's hands held him down. "No," she said sharply. "Sit down, Brian." He stopped struggling and sank back down, his burst of panicked energy gone. "I hate her," he said weakly. Angela held his head in her hands, tipping it up to look at her. Brian's eyes were red and wild, and they darted anywhere but her face. "Look at me," she said, voice strong and commanding, and his eyes focused back to hers. "You are in shock, Brian," Angela said. "Your mind is disconnected from your body, unable to handle being someone new. I know - I've been there. I can help you through this, but you need to stop trying to hurt yourself." "I only wanted to hurt her," he said desperately. "I wanted her to go away. I wanted to be me again." "That is not yet possible," Angela said. "In time it may be, but for now, you must start with not hurting yourself, or her, or me. Your actions are hurting me." Brian flinched in her hands and she knew that she'd gotten through to him. It was what had worked for her, all those years ago. Ultimately, she had been unwilling to hurt her parents and had stopped hurting herself. In time, she'd learned acceptance of who she was. She was sure that he would follow a similar pattern, because Angela knew Brian. He was in shock, but he would be unwilling to do anything to hurt her. If she could get him through today, and maybe tomorrow, without hurting himself, they could begin working towards recovery and acceptance. It was a very delicate situation, and she wished her parents were still here. Theresa would have been a god send, and she knew that Brian respected her father. She planned to call them soon and ask for advice, but she needed to walk him back from the ledge now. Brian looked down at the floor. "I don't want to hurt you. It's just too much," he said in a weak voice. Angela nodded back and released his head. She leaned forward and wrapped him in another hug. "I know it is, my love. I have been through it myself, and it was so very hard. But I am here for you and will be with you always, no matter what. I love you and we will get through this," she finished fiercely. "I wish I could believe it," Brian said quietly. Then he voiced his greatest fear, the thought that had reverberated through his head all morning. "My life is over. We're over.." Angela jerked back, taking his head in her hands again. "No! Look at me," she snapped. "Look at me!" Brian's eyes jerked up and he stared at her, eyes wide and afraid. She had never taken this forceful tone with him. She'd never had a need. "Are you going to push me away, out of your life? Does what I want mean nothing to you, Brian Reynolds? I will not leave you. Whether you are this girl or your old self, I will still be here. No matter what you look like, I will still love you. We can work out what that means going forward, Brian. But we will do so together," she said firmly, voice hard as iron. Brian nodded slowly in her hands. "I do love you," he whispered. "I know, my love," Angela said. She released his head and took his hands in hers. "I've always known. You are the best guy I've ever met, and I will not throw what we have away over something as small as this," she said dismissively. His eyes narrowed and some of his old fire returned. "As small as this?" he said. "Look at me! I'm a girl. How am I supposed to be with you?" She raised her head, challenging him. "I change every night. Ten years of changes, more than three thousand of them. Guys, girls, monsters, objects, gods. Are you telling me you can't handle one day?" "This isn't just for a day, Ang," he said angrily, his voice firming. "We don't know how long this is for. It could be forever!" "You are right, we don't know," Angela said firmly. She eyed Brian, watching as he became more animated, as some of the life returned to him. She raised her voice even more as she continued. "We will look for a solution to change you back permanently. But for now, you're breaking down after an hour! You let me fuck you in the ass three different times and you can't handle being a girl for a day? I spent the night as a cat girl, and more bimbos than I can count! You let me clean the apartment for seven hours in a miniskirt when you could have fucked me at any point to set me free, and you're having a tough time being a normal, beautiful girl?" Brian jerked, staring at her. He was silent for a moment, then his expression lightened for the first time since she had entered the room. His mouth quirked up in something close to a small smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I can't believe you'd bring up my ass now. And you wanted to clean the apartment." Angela gave him a wide, easy smile, though she didn't feel like smiling. "You are in shock, dear. You need to remember that you have things worth living for before you do something dangerous to yourself - or to me. You are stronger than you believe, no matter what you currently look like. You can do this, and I'm here to help you when you feel like you can't." Brian took a long, slow breath. He stared into her eyes, weighing her words. He'd always believed himself to be tough, both mentally and physically. So maybe the physical part wasn't there anymore, but was he going to crumble at the first difficult patch in their relationship? Jack had warned him about this, and Brian suddenly understood exactly what the older man had meant. It wasn't just that Angela would change into things he might not want to sleep with, though that would always be a risk. The true danger was because Angela's curse was powerful. She could change into things that would affect Brian. When Angela, and later Jack, had said that it was not an easy thing to back out of, they had meant it because they knew. He needed to be okay with the consequences if he truly wanted to be with Angela. He looked down at himself again, taking in his body anew. The absurd breasts, the flat and toned stomach, the legs. His hair was laying over his shoulders and hanging down his back, and that felt as strange as anything. He reached down and felt at his pelvis, touching his wide hips. He closed his eyes, and his mind wanted to flee, to retreat, to insist that this was not him. After a moment, Brian opened his eyes and stared directly at Angela. The woman he loved, the best thing that had ever happened to him. He thought about why he loved her. Yes, the sex and transformations were incredible. Sleeping with her as a different hot girl every night was certainly fun. But her curse was not the only part of her that mattered, and Brian had come to love her in the four months before he'd ever slept with her. Wasn't she worth all of this? Even if he could never change back, a thought that terrified him, wasn't Angela worth it anyway? Brian nodded to himself and he let out a huge sigh. He reached out to take Angela's hands again and gave her a small smile. "You're right. You do this every night, and I can manage for a bit. Maybe we can find another genie to fix me.. But even if we can't" - he took a deep breath, not wanting to think about that possibility - "I still want to be with you. I asked you to be my wife and I meant it." Angela nodded encouragingly. "That's right, and we will start looking for a solution as soon as I'm convinced you can make it through a day safely. So let's start working towards that, okay? Maybe with a trip to the bathroom together?" Brian paled, thinking about the bathroom and what that meant. "Yeah, I still need to go. But maybe.. you can go with me? I don't think I'm ready for that on my own yet," he allowed. She grinned at him, the relief plainly visible on her excited face. "I would love nothing more than watching you pee," she said with a relieved laugh. Chapter 9 An hour later, Brian was sitting at the table eating his belated breakfast. Angela had helped him through his bathroom trip, holding his hand and turning the lights off so he didn't have to see himself in the mirror. Afterwards, she'd picked out her baggiest clothing for him to wear - nothing tight or form fitting. Even with the oversized sweatshirt, Brian was constantly reminded of his condition whenever he moved. His nipples were much more sensitive than normal, and the fabric rubbed him whenever he turned too far. It wasn't unpleasant, nor was it sexual. It was just noticeable, and noticeable was the last thing that Brian wanted. There were a few small benefits that he observed as he ate. He took another bite of the pancakes and noted the flavor. His taste buds were different enough that the same syrup he had always used tasted sweeter today. Each forkful of cake tasted more like a dessert than breakfast, though pancakes were debatably a dessert anyway. Usually he gobbled each bite down, trying to cram as many pancakes into his stomach as he could before he felt sickeningly full. But now? He ate slowly, cherishing each bite like it was his last. Angela was in the bedroom, talking to her parents and getting advice. She'd sat with him for twenty minutes before she determined that Brian wasn't likely to off himself with a fork and could be left alone. Every now and then he heard her voice rise and could catch snippets of words, but he soon stopped trying to listen. She'd tell him everything afterwards. However, she soon emerged from the room and his heart sank a bit as he looked at her face. She wasn't crying, but her eyes were downcast and her shoulders sagged a bit. "Nothing good, I take it?" he asked. She shook her head. "Daddy wants to talk to you." Jack wants to talk to me? He frowned, reaching over and taking the phone from her. He put his hand over the microphone. "Anything I need to know?" Angela shook her head again. "Nah, he'll probably tell you the same thing he told me. But he wanted to talk to you directly." Brian shrugged, then put the phone to his ear. "Hey Jack." "Brian," said the older man. "I hear you're having some trouble." "You could say that. Though I expect you can tell what the trouble is without me explaining it," Brain said. There was a slight pause. "I can, your voice is a little higher. Though Angela did explain the situation." Brian raised his eyebrow. Just a little higher? His voice was a damn soprano now. "So.. any advice you can give me?" There was a longer silence this time. "Brian, do you know much about mythology, fables, children's tales and the like?" "Some," he said cautiously. He'd read a number of greek myths in school, and surely everyone had some knowledge of the fables. "I wouldn't say I'm an expert or anything, though." "The stories that involve human transformation, then. Circe, djinn, genies, Zeus, anything like that. What can you tell me about them?" Jack asked. What is he getting at? Brian stared at the phone, then glanced at Angela. She shrugged at him, then nodded to the phone. He hesitated, recalling what he knew of each. "People usually get changed into animals, so I'm not sure how this is relevant to me," he said slowly. "Not the changes themselves - the people doing the changing, the ones with power," Jack said. Brain frowned. "I'm not following, sir.." "Jack, please. What I'm getting at is this, Brian. The list I mentioned before all have one thing in common. In anything other than a toned down Disney movie, they are all constantly playing tricks on the mortals they encounter, oftentimes for their own sexual gain," Jack elaborated. Brian thought about this for a moment. Circe had changed herds of people into pigs. Zeus had done whatever he wanted, and yes, often to sleep around. Djinn were famous for twisting a wish to their own benefit or to the wisher's detriment as it pleased them. "So.. are you saying that what happened last night wasn't an aberration?" Brian asked. "Exactly. Had I known of your plans, I would have advised the two of you against this. Beings with great power often have their own motives, and both my wife and Angela will take these on when they transform. We have.. some experience in this personally, and also family history as well. You see, Angela's great-grandfather was removed from existence by some form of magic. His wife killed herself out of guilt the next day. We never found out exactly what happened, but given the state of the room, well. It was obvious." Brian's eyes went wide and he stared at Angela. He set the phone down, not bothering to put it on mute. "The thing with your great- grandparents.. Why didn't you tell me?!" he yelped indignantly. Angela paled as he talked. "I didn't know! I only knew they died in an accident, Mom never fully explained that part! This was news to me, too!" Brian put his hands on his temples. "Why the fuck wouldn't they warn us about that!?" He stared down at the phone, then realized that Jack could hear everything he said. He picked the phone up again ready to explode, then hesitated. Her parents had only been here for a couple of days, and it was their very first meeting. They weren't going to spend the entire time telling him things he shouldn't do. He modulated his voice and continued as calmly as he could manage. "Jack.." "We probably should have," Jack agreed over the phone. "But we had no idea you were going to go searching for this sort of thing. Angela's never shown any interest in being anything other than an attractive woman. We talked to her about dangerous things when she was younger and it never came up again. To be fair, I did warn you about her curse being dangerous and that you needed to take it very seriously." Brian breathed out, his anger with Jack diffusing. The man had warned him, and Brian had barrelled through anyway. Not that he would change his mind about Angela, even now. "Okay, so powerful beings are scary. What of it?" he asked carefully. Jack cleared his throat, and there was again silence from the phone. "Brian.." Jack paused once more. "This will be up to the two of you. But if it were me, and mind you that I have decades of experience in this curse, and several close calls that could have turned out extremely badly for both Theresa and myself.. If it were me, I would not seek a way to change back. I would make the best of things as you are now. The risk is far too high." He wants me to stay like this. A girl - forever. Brian felt his shoulders slump and the phone slipped from his hand, clattering off the table to the floor. He put his elbows down and then leaned into his hands, covering his face. It felt like he'd lost everything for the third time today, but this moment had an air of finality to it. After he'd gotten control of himself earlier, he'd figured that Angela would look for another person with a magic fetish and they'd have a go at changing him back. After all, it had taken her less than a week to find someone that really loved I Dream of Jeannie - it couldn't be THAT hard to find a wizard or something. Jack's opinion mattered - the man had been there, had dealt with it. There was a risk that Brian might die if confronted by the same type of power. Or be turned into something else - Zeus had transfigured women into animals. So had Merlin. Living as a woman was terrible, but life as a cow? He thought back to the mirror in the room, remembering his new body. At least he was young, healthy and attractive. What if he became old, feeble and ugly? What if they tried for months and couldn't find any way to turn him back? At some point, he'd have to deal with the real life requirements of his new body. He'd need a new ID, a new job, maybe even new friends. How long could he live this life as her before it was an equally hard problem to become him again? But - worst of all - Angela wasn't attracted to women. Sure, she'd asked to experiment once with him last night, but every night? He knew that wasn't what she wanted. Brian recalled his own feelings during that fateful romp. He'd wanted to be filled, and Angela's pussy had held little appeal for him. It still didn't, even now. He looked up at her, taking in her generous curves. She was attractive, even beautiful, but he wasn't immediately turned on at the sight of her as he was previously. She wasn't what he desired anymore. He couldn't even begin to think about being with a man, but he knew that Angela at least was not physically the right thing. Brian felt the despair crushing down on him again, worse than before. My life is over. Unbidden, his ugly mantra from earlier rose up in him again, crushing down his acceptance of the past hour. Over. Over. Over. Over. Over. He sagged further down, the weight of his own mistakes and the events of the last day pressing down on him. He felt himself slipping back into that place, the one where he as a mind and she as a body existed independently. The place where she had taken everything from him. The world that had once existed only as two sides of a now shattered mirror. Brian exhaled slowly, and it felt like he was breathing out his own life. Then he felt Angela lean into his back from behind and her arms wrapped around his neck. She pulled him back upright, pressing her chest to him and squeezing him tightly. She leaned down further and pressed her face to the side of his, her mouth breathing hot air on his neck. She held him tightly, and he sagged backwards into her, allowing himself to be rocked once again. He reached up and felt Angela's hands, interlocking his fingers with hers. Their hands felt solid, linked together like that. Holding her hand gave him a modicum of peace, a reprieve from the encroaching darkness. Angela gave him a squeeze, then breathed a single word into his ear. "Together." Brian hesitated, her words finding purchase in his mind. We are stronger together. Together we are something that fits perfectly instead of a jumble of fingers. He felt a surge of love and gratitude filling him, further driving out the darkness. He leaned his head back to rest on Angela. He wasn't happy, and he wasn't whole, but he was cared for. He had a fiance and a life and options and futures. Angela was with him, and that was all that mattered, wasn't it? It would take time, weeks and months perhaps to adjust to his world changing, but wasn't she worth it? He whispered, "Are you sure? Can you be happy with me like this? Forever?" "I will be happy no matter what.. as long as it's with you," she replied softly, squeezing him tightly. Brian felt his eyes welling up again, but this time he was overcome not by despair but compassion. His heart was beating out of his chest, and he still didn't know what his life would look like in a day, much less in a year. But as long as Angela was with him, he could face it. He leaned his head back, tilting to the side and brought his lips to hers. She leaned down and kissed him fiercely, and each could tell that the kiss felt different - two sets of soft lips compressed together. Brian didn't feel the customary surge in his cock that usually followed intimate moments like this. But kissing her still felt right, like putting together two connecting pieces of a puzzle. The physical nature of their relationship would certainly change, but a huge part of intimacy was the emotion behind it, and that had not changed. He leaned further into the kiss, working his tongue into it, and found that he was still enjoying the kiss itself as much as he ever had. His lips were softer, more sensitive, and it still felt good. Memories of last night popped into Brian's head in full. Even if she hadn't been fully what he wanted, Angela's tongue had still felt amazing, and she certainly had no complaints about him. The two young lovers broke apart, and for the first time all morning things felt normal between them. Life might be crazy, but they'd each found their rock in the waves, a steady raft to hold onto. Angela smiled tremulously at Brian, and he felt his spirits left and the despair left him entirely. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath. He still didn't know how he was going to come to accept her, that awful woman who had invaded his life so thoroughly. But this could be enough. He could still be happy - with Angela. "Okay," he said slowly. "If this is what has to be, I'll be okay. Maybe it will take some time, and maybe things will be a bit different than they were before, but anything with you is better than anything without." Angela's eyes brimmed with tears. "I knew you were strong enough. You're amazing. I would be such a mess." He reached out to her, running a hand along her cheek. "You make me strong enough. Without you, I couldn't do it." Their moment was interrupted when Jack's voice came from the dropped phone under the table. "Hey, kids. Brian. You there? You guys okay? Damnit, Theresa, I lost them. No, he's still on the line but nobody's talking. Yeah, we talked. Brian? Brian? Angela? Damnit, they're probably having sex." "So no more talking about the future for today, right?" Angela asked quietly a little while later. They'd finished up talking to Jack and had simply sat on the couch, holding each other. There were some tears, but it was no longer the empty bitterness that each had felt at various times that day. Now it was the regular emotion of those experiencing loss - painful, but survivable. "Long term future," Brian agreed. "But we need to figure out some things about the short term future. For the moment, I will defer to Jack's wisdom. Let's see how things play out as I am now and only look for a way back if things prove to be untenable." "Untenable," Angela said, as if tasting the word. She made a face. "I don't like that word. I don't want to think about a future where either one of us feels like our relationship is untenable." "What doesn't kill us makes us stronger," Brian began in a sing-song voice, but was interrupted when she smacked him. "Okay, okay, no platitudes," he said with a small smile. She grinned back at him. "I see you're feeling well enough to make terrible jokes again." "As I said earlier, what else can I do but move on? I think I've made some peace with this, though. It hurts, it sucks, and I'm sure I'll still have some terrible moments, but this.. It still feels like us, you know? Just sitting here chatting," he said truthfully. She nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I mostly agree. You still say the same stuff you always would. The same dumb jokes, the same mannerisms and expressions. You just look and sound completely different. In some ways, I wonder if that part's even stranger for me - I see you constantly, and I get the impression that if you aren't moving a lot, sometimes you just get comfortable and forget that you've changed." Brian thought about it for a second and realized that she was right. Whenever he moved enough, his breasts alone would remind him of his body. If he shifted his head, his hair would drag along his shoulders or back, and that would do it. When he was up and walking, everything was different enough that he couldn't forget. But just sitting still and talking to Angela felt normal, and he hadn't thought about being a woman for a bit. "I can't believe I forgot about this, even for a few minutes. That gives me some hope for the future." "I expect in a month, if it goes that long, you'll walk around like this was how you've always been," Angela agreed. "There are times where I start to feel at home in some of my nightly changes in the space of a few hours and I regret having to go back." Oh shit. Her changes.. "Speaking of," Brian said as he cleared his throat. "What are we going to do tonight?" Angela nodded. "I wondered when you were going to ask about it. I've already thought this one through - though we cannot do this every night, okay? This is a few days at most and then we'll have to.. You know." "I know. But for tonight, fine, depending on what it is you're about to say," Brian said carefully. She sat up and leaned forward. "For tonight, you're going to handcuff me to the bed and you're going to sleep on the couch." "But.." Brian began, and she cut him off. "But, you're going to call and talk to my mom tonight. For some time, if necessary. If she thinks you're a danger to yourself, then she's going to call someone to come over," Angela said. Brian grimaced. "I'm fine now," he said. Angela's eyes narrowed. "Brian, you've lost it three times today, and there's no telling how things will be when you're tired. For what it's worth, I think you're past the worst of it, too, but I'm not risking it. The alternative is that you have sex with me tonight in whatever body I become. Are you ready for that?" He paled, staring at her. "I don't think so," he said. "It was a lot of fun last night, but that was with you, and I didn't know it was going to be permanent. Give me a couple of days and I'll probably be okay to try it. Just let me get my feet under me." She nodded. "That's exactly what I thought. So that's the first short term thing. What else was on your mind?" Brian hung his head in embarrassment before he said a word. "I.. uhh.. I need some things." Angela raised an eyebrow. "You need some things? This is gonna be good if your face is any indicator. It's so cute that you blush now, you never did before." This cursed body... He cleared his throat again. "If I'm gonna be like this for a month or longer, then I need some stuff. I, uh.. I need a bra. None of yours will fit," he finished in a rush. Angela stared at him, eyes wide and mouth quirking up into a smile. He could tell that she was trying hard not to laugh, but it was difficult. "Well, I never thought this day would come. Are you asking me to take you shopping? My prayers have been answered." "No! Can't you just.. Go get me one?" Brian asked desperately. Angela giggled, unable to contain her mirth any longer. "Brian, love. I'm afraid that won't work. There's no way I could accurately size you. You're going to have to come with me and try some on." Brian groaned. "I don't know if I'm ready for that." "You're the one that asked me," Angela pointed out. "We don't have to go today. We do need to get you some clothes though - you can't wear baggy sweatshirts every day." "Why not? They're comfy! I don't want to wear women's clothes," Brian said. "That's just.." "Fine, we can get you more baggy sweatshirts," Angela said. "But you can't wear all of mine, I only have two. Tomorrow we should go shopping and get you some stuff to last for a few weeks at least. If this becomes a longer term thing, we'll revisit your wardrobe later." Brian grunted. "Fine. Nothing's open today, anyway, it's New Year's." Angela blinked. "I completely forgot with everything that's gone on today. Happy New Years, love." "Happy New Years to me," Brian mumbled. "What a great fucking start!" "None of that now," she chided. "You're doing so well. Now what else is on the short term list?" He thought for a minute. "Clothes, bra, toiletries. All of those are the same errand, really, and that's tomorrow. I need you to call my boss and tell him I have mono or something that'll excuse me for a week. We can revisit that later - I guess I may be quitting?" Brian paled. "What are we going to do for money?" Angela waved her hand at him. "Don't worry about the money, I'll cover it." "You'll handle it?" Brian asked. "You make even less than me, how are we going to afford this place on your salary?" She grinned at him sheepishly. "I may be a little more well off than you previously thought. I thought you had some idea at least, how else would I have gotten my old place on my salary?" Brian's eyes narrowed. "How well off are we talking?" "I was going to tell you when we started planning the wedding, especially now that we're getting married. I really do make less than you at my job... it's just that I sort of only work for fun," she said quickly. "How much?" Brian said, his voice strangled. "Uhhh.. Well.. Daddy is worth something like eight million. He's going to cover whatever we need," Angela said and her face went a little red. Brian's jaw dropped to the floor. "Jack is loaded and you never told me?" Angela raised her chin. "I wanted the two of you to like each other for who you were. And I wanted you to like me for who I am and to deal with my curse for what it is, not just for the money." Brian rubbed his temples. This was shaping up to be one hell of a day. "Still, Ang.." "Either way," she said quickly, "We're good on the money for as long as we need it. It's not just us - Mom's side has money set away to help out people hurt by our curse, and we could tap that if needed. You definitely qualify." "Okay, then," he said. "I guess you can just tell my boss I quit due to a long term sickness, just figure out whatever excuse. He's met you before, and my voice will not work to call him." Angela nodded. "Shopping, job, curse tonight, anything else?" Brian hesitated. "I need to take a shower. I'm still a bit gross from throwing up and what we did last night. Can I use your shower stuff?" "Are you ready for a shower? Do you want my help?" Angela asked carefully. "I think I can manage, I really do. But I'll leave the door open so you can listen, okay?" he said determinedly. He was not going to have his fiance hold his hand for him all day. It was embarrassing enough having her help him go to the bathroom. He was a young, healthy.. err.. woman, and he did not need Angela to hold his hand all day. She nodded. "I think you can, too. Anything else?" She started to stand, clearly expecting the list to be done. "One more thing," he whispered, and he closed his eyes. This last one was the hardest and it hurt the most. But it was going to be necessary the longer this went on. He had to think ahead, he had to be prepared just in case. She looked down at him, frowning. "That does not sound good." "It's fine," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "It's what has to be." "Brian, what are you thinking about doing now? Are you sure you are okay to be alone?" Angela asked suspiciously. "Yes," he said firmly. "I.. I can't go by Brian anymore. At least as long as this goes on." Angela's eyes widened and she sat back down. "Oh. I see," she said quietly. Brian's mouth trembled, and he knew he would cry if he let himself. This one truly did hurt. It felt like he was giving up, like he was giving away part of himself. Yet at the same time, he knew it was the right decision. If he ever became Brian again, then his name would be waiting for him. But while she was here, Brian no longer fit. Brian didn't have tits like these. Brian didn't have an ass like this. "We don't have to talk about this now," Angela said quickly, noting how difficult this was for him. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. "We do. Putting it off won't make it any easier." Angela nodded. "Okay, then. Were you wanting the closest thing to Brian? Brianna? Something like that? A name that works for both genders like Alex?" Brian shook his head emphatically. "No. Brian is - was - me. Brian is a guy with a life and a job and a cock. Keeping that name.. It's just pretending to be something that I'm not. Maybe someday we figure out a way to fix this and I can be Brian again. But until that day comes.. I'm her now, and she's just not a Brian." Angela hesitated, watching his eyes carefully. "That sounds like what you said earlier, Brian.. It's dangerous." "It's not the same," he insisted. He had thought a lot about this while sitting on the couch. "Before, I was trying to avoid acknowledging being a woman. I just wanted to insist that I was still Brian, still male, and still me. But I'm not. I'm someone different. I'll have a new job, a new life. Maybe new friends. It's a fresh start. Brianna would only leave me feeling like I was this close to being Brian, but not. I'll feel empty, Angela." She nodded slowly. "I get it, love. I really do. You know there are times at night when I have a new name, or when I become someone specific. Sometimes Angela isn't right for me, either." "Yes!" he said. "That's it. Exactly it. Brianna sounds wrong to me now. So does Brian." Angela nodded, smiling a little. "This is the most emphatic you've been about anything this morning." "This is the most certain I've been of anything this morning - except for what I feel about you," he said. "I'd be lost without that." Angela's smile froze and she blinked. "You always say the nicest things. What is a girl supposed to do?" Brian closed his eyes once more. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It once again felt like he was blowing out his own life, but this time it was by choice. Goodbye, Brian. You had a good run - maybe we'll meet again someday. For now, it's time to be someone else. He opened his eyes slowly and saw Angela staring right at him. Her eyes were questioning and his mind was made up. He - she - still wasn't ready for this. Perhaps he never would be, and they'd just end up looking up someone with a Harry Potter fetish after all. But for now - maybe forever - it was time to let Brian rest. He blew out a slow breath, letting go of his worries. This was the right course. "I would like to go with Lisa." Angela's eyes widened. "Lisa? Because of..?" Brian nodded. The other most impactful event of his life, the biggest regret he'd had until today. For you, mom. Chapter 10 Lisa stared at the shower like it was infested by a tubful of vipers. She pursed her lips, eyeing the plain white curtains and nozzle, the same ones that she'd used for years. She had never really cared for showers that much, except when Angela had started to join her, but that wasn't the shower making things enjoyable. Now, though, the whole process was very intimidating. She didn't want to take off the comfortable sweatshirt. Touching herself in any capacity was scary, and while fully nude? It was nigh unthinkable. Still, Lisa was determined to prove to herself that she could manage this whole gender thing - at least for a few days. She wasn't going to allow Angela to baby her every moment of every day. I can do this. Just one shower for Lisa. Man, it's going to take a long time before I think of myself as that. Lisa sighed, looking down at herself. The sweatshirt sort of hid the oversized lumps hanging from her chest, but they were too large to be covered entirely. She grabbed hold of the bottom of the garment, hesitated for a moment, and then pulled it over his head. She quickly pulled the pants off as well, knowing that if she waited, she would chicken out and bail. Now nude, Lisa took a deep breath and looked down. Her tits were still absurd, though she knew that they looked bigger from this vantage point than if she were looking in a mirror. They obscured almost all of her stomach, though she found that if she tilted her head a little more down and forward she could see past them. Her stomach was as flat as ever, smooth and soft, and her legs were just as she saw them when sitting on the edge of the bed. Mercifully, her other major change was not visible, at least from this angle. Lisa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could do this - and she would. Half of the world's population got along just fine as women, and most of them didn't get to be this attractive. Hell, almost none of them got to look like this. She paused - most of them didn't get turned into a woman overnight, either. She let out the breath that she'd been holding in and walked to the shower, turning it on. She let the water temperature build up for a minute, checked it with her hand, and stepped into the shower. Those first few seconds in the shower helped to cement something in her mind. Contrary to her worries, this didn't feel any different than showering as a man. The water didn't hit her skin differently. Being a woman in the shower wasn't some overtly erotic feeling as she had feared - it just felt the same. Looking back on those fears, Lisa felt a little silly. Too many women in movies and commercials enjoying the shower waaaay too much. Guess that really does affect your thinking eventually. There were a few things that felt a bit different, though. The water hit her chest in ways that she was not used to, and the general swaying of her breasts was still weird. Her nipples were more sensitive than before. When the spray of water would hit them directly, she did feel a burst of.. something. It wasn't exactly pleasure, but they were touchy. Lisa took care to not let the water hit her directly like that, desperate to avoid anything that made her think about her chest. Mostly she stood with her back to the stream, letting the water run down over her body naturally. Lisa looked around the shower for Angela's soap, then quickly built herself up a lather and began to rub it around her body. This did feel different. Her almost total lack of body hair made her soapy hands slide smoothly wherever she touched, and her skin felt incredibly soft. She paused for a moment at her waist, then forged ahead and rubbed the soap down into herself, fingers rubbing at her vagina. Lisa paused again - it wasn't quite as weird as she thought it would be. Sure, the whole thing felt completely alien, but that was just because she wasn't used to having a pussy at all. She was relieved that touching it lightly didn't feel sexual. There wasn't a huge flood of fluids and her stomach didn't go fluttering. In fact, it wasn't any worse than touching her breasts or her sides. Thank god for that. She quickly finished soaping up and let the water rinse her off. She borrowed more of Angela's products for her hair and was surprised at how much shampoo she needed to get the soap worked into her scalp. Angela had given her a few pointers on how to keep her hair looking like it had when she transformed and Lisa stuck to these. She didn't care if she looked beautiful today, but she also didn't want to look like a ratty mess. Better to learn it right the first time and not have to fight with it all week. Keep it straight and clean, Angela had said, and it won't be a hassle. Lisa rinsed everything off, feeling refreshed and a bit better about herself. She'd gotten through her first shower, and it hadn't been that bad. She'd had to touch her breasts and her pussy, and even those hadn't felt that weird. The worst was the few seconds her fingers had been inside - that had made her feel weird, but it was only for those few seconds. She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, toweling herself off. She sighed in relief, then looked over to the sink. Her eyes narrowed as she looked on at her greatest foe - another mirror. You are not going to stop me from being normal, mirror. This is me, now, at least for a bit, and I'm going to look at myself and be okay with that. I already know this is my body. I just showered and touched myself. Surely I can look at myself.. She slowly walked over to the mirror, keeping her eyes glued to the counter. She reached the sink and put her hands down on the edges of the stone, swallowing hard. She hesitated for a moment, but then her resolve firmed and she raised her head, allowing her eyes to take in her naked form. Once again, the beautiful girl stared back. Her hair was wet and piecey now, and water droplets sat on her skin where she hadn't finished drying, but it was still her. Lisa gulped, eyes taking in every detail once more. As she had seen earlier, both this morning and last night, her body was a knockout. If Angela had transformed into this girl during her nightly rituals, Brian would have thanked the heavens and quite enjoyed himself. That thought gave her pause - she did not want to think about sex at the moment. Lisa turned sideways, looking at herself in profile. She shook her head, amazed at the change. This was all still crazy! She turned further, almost all the way around. She strained her neck to look at her ass in the mirror. It was round, toned and firm, and she knew it would look incredible in yoga pants. "Enjoying the view, are we?" Angela said from the doorway. Lisa yelped, completely startled. She spun back to the doorway, where Angela stood with a grin. "Ang.." she said, embarrassed. "You're fine, love," Angela said, the amusement carrying through into her voice. "I just hadn't heard you in a bit and wanted to make sure you were okay." Lisa nodded. "I'm okay. The shower was easier than I expected. Only a couple of things felt weird, but it mostly just felt like a shower. When I was done, I wanted to take on the mirror again." Angela smiled. "And?" "And I'm okay," Lisa said. "Well, not okay, but I'm not gonna hurt myself or punch any more mirrors. I'm not happy, but I can make peace with the situation if you can." "I can," Angela said firmly. "Kissing you still felt right to me, even if it's not quite the same. And once you're up for it, I expect our sex life can be every bit as exciting as it was before - just in reverse." Lisa frowned a bit. "Not sure I'm ready for that chat yet.. And I may never be up for it again." "I thought you said you were doing better," Angela said with her own frown. She looked at Lisa, who was having trouble keeping a straight face. "I did say that, and I am," Lisa said. "Then why would you.. Oh. Damn it, Brian.. Err.. Lisa. That was an awful joke," Angela said as she rolled her eyes. Lisa grinned. "I wondered if you'd ever get there." "For that you have to pay a penance," Angela said with a nasty smile. The grin dropped right off of Lisa's face. "What sort of penance," she asked suspiciously. "The clothing kind," Angela said brightly. Lisa grabbed at the counter, stabilizing herself. She felt weak in the knees suddenly. Going out in public - she definitely wasn't ready for that. "I thought the stores weren't open today.." "No, no, not that. We'll go shopping tomorrow. I meant that I don't have anymore clean, baggy sweatshirts, and those were my only baggy pants, so your options now are either more form fitting, or some type of skirt that is loose and flowing," Angela said. She raised her eyebrow at Lisa, daring her to pick one. Lisa hesitated, staring back. She didn't want to wear anything that would remind her of her body, but she also didn't want to put dirty clothes back on. And she would not lose to Angela, who was clearly challenging her on this. "Oh, I don't mind," Lisa said airily. "Why don't you just pick something out, I'm sure it'll be fine." She thinks I'm too weak to handle some clothes? I'll show her. Angela stared at Lisa for a long moment, her eyes roaming down to her breasts. She took in Lisa's hips and ass before travelling back to her face. Angela stood there for a moment in contemplation before grinning. She nodded once to Lisa and flounced out of the room in that goofy, bouncy way that only Angela could pull off. Lisa watched her go, her confidence waning as she realized what she'd done. Dear god. I hope she doesn't come back with a dress. Lisa finished towelling off, though her hair never fully dried. She'd have to ask Angela about the post shower hair care routine - was it supposed to be blow dried? A towel wrapped around her head? What did women with long hair actually do with it, anyway? In a minute, Angela returned with another smile. "So I thought about making this very painful for you, but I'm settled on minorly painful instead. Consider yourself lucky." "I can't wait," Lisa said in an emotionless deadpan. She reached out and took the pile of clothes from Angela, then shooed her out of the room and closed the door. I'm not putting these on in front of her. She will not get the satisfaction. The clothes turned out to be a bit of a compromise, one that was both a relief and a menace to Lisa. Angela had brought a pair of yoga pants, but they were on the stretchier side. To her relief, the long-sleeved top looked like it would be a little loose and stretchy. In fact, Lisa had seen Angela lounge around in this shirt many times and knew that it was one of the least troublesome garments that she could have been given, especially since she did not have a bra to wear. The last item was a pair of panties, and here Angela had done her no favors at all. These Lisa eyed like the demonspawn accessory they surely were. They were not quite a thong, but they had lace and were nearly see through. Lisa's eyes widened in remembrance - these were the very panties that Angela had been wearing that first night she had told Brian about her curse. That bitch. I'll get her back for this. Lisa sighed, reaching out for the panties. She leaned over and stepped into them, then slid them up her legs. They fit fairly well - her hips were slightly wider than Angela's, but her ass was more toned and fit. Maybe they were a little snug, but she was not used to wearing skin- tight underwear at all, so this might be how things were supposed to feel. It honestly wasn't terrible - nothing was stuck between his butt cheeks and nothing was rubbing his sensitive folds below. Brian had worn whitey-tighties until he was ten, so this wasn't that far off. As long as nobody looked at the lace. She quickly grabbed the pants and slid them on as well. They were soft and felt wonderful on her skin, but they were skin tight and showed off every single curve below her waist. She glanced at herself in the mirror, half turning again. Her butt was fantastic, and yoga pants only accentuated that fact. Lisa sighed again, running her hands down the soft material and over her hips. After a moment, she shrugged, then reached for the top. She pulled it on, frowning as it tugged at her chest. She adjusted it, but it still felt tight, not loose and flowing as she had expected. She turned to the mirror, glancing at herself and the problem became obvious. Her tits were just too large. On Angela, this shirt hung a little loose and the fabric draped off her breasts comfortably, pooling randomly around her waist. For Lisa, the top was stretched thin across her breasts, and her nipples stood out completely. She frowned - that shopping trip was going to be necessary. Angela was right, too. Lisa was going to have to go and try on some clothes. Angela's things were just too tight in places and too loose in others. She eyed herself in the mirror, turning a full circle again. She looked, well.. normal. Nobody could ever tell that she had been born a guy. Lisa could scarcely believe it - this was her. She could be any of the instagram girls at the gym that Angela became each night. If she had on a little makeup, maybe a slightly tighter shirt.. What am I thinking about? Every time I look in the mirror I start thinking about how I could look sexier. Less slutty, please, Brian. Lisa. Whatever. Lisa opened the door and went into the living room where Angela was huddled on the couch, her feet tucked under herself, reading. Her eyes flicked up from the book as Lisa entered the room, and her mouth quirked up into a small smile. "You look great, Lisa," she said carefully. "Did you like the panties?" Lisa stuck her tongue out at Angela. "A bit risque for my tastes. And the pants are too tight." Angela's eyes dropped down as she eyed Lisa. Her mouth opened slightly, and she licked her lips. "I'd say that's a pretty ideal fit. It's really unfair that you get an ass like that without even trying. I'd have to be at the gym 24/7 to get anywhere close." Lisa smiled slightly. "You did this," she reminded Angela. "You can't blame me for how I look." Angela's eyes were still on Lisa's butt. "No, I can't. But I did a damn good job, I'd say," she said. Lisa raised her hands and spun a slow circle, giving Angela the full view. "You like this on me, then?" Angela's eyes found Lisa's as she rotated back to the front. "I definitely prefer guys, but.. well, you're still my fantasy, something I always wanted to try. And I rather enjoyed it. Honestly, you're making me pretty wet." Lisa stopped moving, staring hard at Angela. "What?" she asked in a shocked voice. "I thought you weren't into this.." Angela's voice was getting huskier by the second, the breathy tone she developed when she'd really wanted Brian's dick. "I guess it's different when you're supernaturally attractive.. I mean, damn, Brian.. Lisa, rather. Sorry, I'll get it right one of these times. You're just so insanely hot.." Angela's hand was rubbing her pussy through her own leggings. She almost seemed unaware that she was doing it. Lisa closed her eyes, her heart thumping. She took several slow breaths, trying to calm herself down. She didn't want to think about sex, and she wasn't turned on by Angela quite like Angela apparently was by her. But there was something about exciting her fiance that was a thrill to her still, even now. Seeing Angela wet and horny and ready to go triggered something in her mind, something carnal. She thought about her feelings the night before, and suddenly she was back in the moment, writhing under Angela's tongue but also wishing for something more. Her pussy wanted to be filled again. Lisa's eyes opened and she looked at her fiance again. For the first time all day, she stopped thinking about her body, and if she was okay as a woman. She forgot about Brian and what she was lacking down there. All she could think of was her fiance, wet and horny on the couch. She felt a flutter run through her stomach and her hand traced down to her own pants. Cautiously, she reached a finger down to rub the soft folds of her pussy through the leggings and she gasped. It felt good. In the shower, the skin had just been a bit sensitive. Her fingers had just been there to rub some soap around, and she'd wanted to get it over with. Now, though.. Thoughts of Angela's tongue and how it had felt crystallized in her mind. Lisa wavered, caught between the lust rising in her body and the knowledge that she wanted to be a man and that this was wrong. Angela could see Lisa's struggle, and even though she was getting so horny looking at her fiance, she knew she couldn't press this, not now. It was a good sign that Lisa was even capable of getting turned on, but pushing too early when she was still fragile might turn her off to sex entirely. Angela was sure that within a few days, Lisa would want to do something. She could wait. For now, normalizing the feelings that the two of them were having would be enough. "Lisa," Angela said quietly, firmly. She was in control. Lisa looked at her. "Yes?" "I know you aren't ready yet, Lisa," Angela said, trying to keep her voice neutral. She wanted Lisa. That tongue on her last night had been divine. She yearned to feel it again. She squirmed, and her hand slipped inside of her leggings. God, she was wet. One finger found her clit, rubbing slow, sensual circles around the tiny nub. "Why don't you come sit with me and just hold me for a minute?" Lisa nodded, unable to take her eyes off of Angela's pants. Her mind was so divided, so torn, and she felt like she was on autopilot. Half of her wanted to please her fiance, to bring her to another climax. Brian had always loved doing that, and Lisa had been made to do it. But the other part of her mind wanted nothing to do with this. It wanted a cock, it wanted to fuck his fiance. It just wasn't ready for this. "That's right," Angela said softly. "Just come sit on the couch and hold me." Lisa walked over to the couch, sitting down next to Angela. She reached out and grabbed Angela's shoulder, and Angela turned on the couch, laying her head in Lisa's lap. Their eyes met, and Lisa could see how far gone her fiance was. Angela needed a release. Angela pushed down with her feet onto the couch, raising her ass up a few inches. She pulled her leggings down a foot, giving her free access to her soaked pussy. She looked up, staring past Lisa's incredible breasts and her beautiful face. Angela wondered if she actually did want women more than she'd thought or if Lisa was just magically attractive to her - a result of Angela's powers the night before. Whatever the reason, Angela was hot. She was wet and alive and Lisa was driving her wild. Her fingers found her pussy, reaching into the slick folds. She inserted two into herself, and she began rubbing vigorously, pressing hard against her clit each time she pulled her hand out. Then she plunged back in, lips gripping her as she slid in and out. Her mouth opened, chest heaving as she gasped at her own touch. She was just so damn horny, and it felt amazing. Her fingers found a good spot and she rubbed herself with a steady rhythm, tracing circles around her clit. She kept going as her climax built rapidly, eyes staring at nothing. Suddenly, Angela's hips bucked as she tipped over the edge and came, her pussy twitching as she rubbed herself furiously. She moaned, high and loud, not even bothering to try and contain it. She didn't care who heard her now. All she could do was lay on her fiance and enjoy the pleasure flooding through her. Her hips twitched a few more times and then she sank back into the couch, sighing in relief. Her eyes focused on Lisa again, who was staring down at her with an amused smile. "Enjoying yourself, are you?" Lisa asked snarkily. Angela didn't have the energy for banter. "Urrrrghh.. Yesssss.." Lisa smiled, and her smile was gorgeous. "It was nice just sitting here. Thank you, I don't think I'm ready for this, as fun as it looked." Angela smiled up at her. "I'm not going to force you. Only when you are ready." "I know you wouldn't," Lisa replied softly. "Part of me really wanted to touch you, and part of me felt like it would be wrong." "It just takes time, love," Angela said honestly. "You'll be okay." Lisa's lips compressed into a thin line. "I hope so," she said. But privately, she was beginning to doubt everything again. It can't be good that when I'm watching my fiance pleasure herself, all I can think of is getting something big to fill me up, right? Angela seems to get off on girl/girl, but what about me? The rest of the day passed in a normal, boring manner for the two. They settled in to the couch and read. They watched a movie. They ordered takeout. It felt like any other day they might have had, and Lisa began to feel a little comfortable in her own skin. There were long stretches of the day that she simply forgot that she was any different. At least until she moved, stretched, or turned her head and felt something shift in a way she was unfamiliar with. Then she'd be reminded and would sigh her annoyance out. But over all, she felt like she had come a long way since the morning. Going to the bathroom was no longer fearful, and the mirror held no terrors for her. She still felt the regret and loss for Brian, but she no longer rejected who she was. Brian may yet return, but for now she was Lisa. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't what she wanted. But she could do this. Lisa was strong enough, not just Brian. She watched herself in the mirror every time she went to the bathroom. This was her and him, together, not just one of the two. As midnight approached, Angela busied herself getting things ready for the rest of the night. She had never gone out to touch someone today, which meant she would be getting a random body - always a bit of a scary notion - but they had multiple sets of handcuffs ready to go. She would be tied to the bed several times and that would be that. If she had to pee, well. She'd worry about that later. Brian - no, Lisa, could always leave and get someone else to help if she had to. Angela could always just piss on the bed if nothing else worked. Anything was better than ruining things for Lisa. That could have drastic, long-lasting psychological effects, and no matter how well things were going today.. Lisa was still not whole. At 11:55, Angela used the restroom and took a drink, the last one she might have until the morning. She went back to the bedroom where Lisa was waiting. "Are you sure this is the only way?" Lisa asked, looking down at the bed. "This looks like a very dodgy porn studio." Angela laughed. "I've been in worse," she said cryptically. "But yes, I can manage a night on the bed as long as you can manage me begging for sex. Just sit in the living room and watch tv and don't come in here. Call my mom and chat. Get some sleep if you can, things will be okay." "I guess," Lisa said dubiously, eyeing the handcuffs. "It still seems pretty hardcore to me." Angela walked over and gave Lisa a hug. "I'll be fine. I'm more worried about you." "I know, I'm the weak one," Lisa said with a sigh. "You've been through a lot since this time last night," Angela amended. "And you aren't used to this sort of thing. I was a mess my first time." "Great, in ten years we'll be peachy!" Lisa snapped. Angela frowned at her. "You're doing so well, don't take this badly." "I know, I know. I just feel like I should be able to survive without you needing to be handcuffed. I mean, we had sex like this last night," Lisa pointed out. "And mentally a lot of things have changed since then," Angela said. "In a few days, I'm sure you'll be good, but let's wait until you know that you're good, okay? Now get me cuffed, we only have a minute." Lisa nodded and did up the restraints, loosely in case Angela's wrists were thicker after her change. They weren't quite sure what would happen if Angela became small enough that she could slip her hands out of the cuffs, but that was a problem for later. There weren't that many people drastically smaller than Angela was, at any rate. After she finished, Lisa stepped back and admired her handiwork. Seeing her naked fiance chained up in bed with handcuffs and satin rather did look like someone was about to film something dirty, and Lisa was not sure how she felt about it. She walked to the door and turned around, determined to at least stay until Angela had finished changing. She didn't have to wait long. Angela had already started the popping and stretching part that indicated her size changes had begun by the time Lisa made it to the door. Angela groaned, and then she really started to change. It was clear from the first few moments that she was going to be bigger. Much bigger. Her shoulders cracked and her legs extended, bones stretching. As always, the internal changes happened quickly and invisibly, only providing sounds to indicate their presence. But soon after the skin changes began, and there was no mistaking what was happening now. Angela's legs darkened noticeably, though her skin color hadn't changed much. She began sprouting dark hair just above her feet and it travelled upwards as her muscles tightened and firmed. Her legs were very muscular, and that trend continued as her thighs expanded, with visible muscles rippling. Lisa stared as Angela's cute vagina suddenly exploded outwards, an enormous couch sprouting out of her. She'd never actually watched Angela change into a man before, and this part was both fascinating and disgusting. It looked like a small snake had somehow slithered out of her. Lisa was too distracted with the sudden appearance of the cock to notice much of the rest of Angela's changes, but once her eyes left the new sexual organ, she gasped. Angela was ripped. She looked like an athlete, visible muscle everywhere. She was toned and firm, with abs for days and bulging biceps. She wasn't built like a bodybuilder, but more like a track star. Her face was chiseled with just a hint of facial hair. Her long, wavy dark hair was still fairly long by male standards, hanging down around her face still with a hint of her former curls. There was no other way to put it - Angela was hot. Lisa's eyes lingered on her fiance's chin for a moment before they roamed back down the absurd body. She took in the man's cock once more and her eyes widened as she realized that it was now hard and stupidly large. Thank God I'm not still Brian. This one would have suuuuuucked. Angela looked over at Lisa, then smiled. "Hey girl. You should probably go.. Though if you want to stay..." She wiggled her cock around a bit, making the invitation quite clear. Lisa's eyes were glued to the massive cock. Her brain was informing her that this was an ugly, repulsive thing, and that Brian was horrified to see this. He'd had some experiences with this sort of thing, and they hurt. So much the better that she, Lisa, did not need to do anything of the sort tonight. She could go out to the couch and watch some TV and that would be it. Angela would just have to deal with blue balls for the night, and that was that. Buuuuuuuut.. Her body was telling her the exact opposite of her conscious mind. Lisa could not take her eyes off of that cock. Her pussy was soaked, completely flooded, and she could feel her heart thudding in her chest. She stared at Angela, licking her lips, and she thought about what had happened on this bed, almost exactly 24 hours before, when she'd been eaten out by her fiance. How good it had felt, and how amazing the climax had been. It had been one of the best orgasms of her life, and a clear example of how different it could be for her as a woman. Then she thought about how she had yearned for something bigger. If Angela's tongue had felt that good, how might this feel? She ached to find out, and her pussy shuddered. It wanted this, she could tell. She wanted this. Her memories and experiences as Brian all cried out to get away. This was gay. This was strange. This was wrong. But Lisa didn't think it was wrong. Lisa took one step back into the room, eyes never leaving Angela's member. She licked her lips and reached down to feel her pussy. I am so fucking wet. Why am I even considering this? Why am I so turned on? Why don't I already have that cock inside of me? WHY?? Angela eyed her fiance. "Lisa.. you should go. What are you doing?" Lisa shook her head, almost trying to clear the sexual haze from her mind. She opened her eyes, staring at Angela with obvious lust. Her hand was inside her pants and she slowly rubbed her pussy. She tore her eyes from Angela's cock and looked up at her face, once again looking at the jaw, the long hair, and the slight hint of hair. "Ang?" Lisa said, and her voice came out strangled, as if she were trying to stop herself from speaking. "Yes?" Angela replied in her deep voice. "What's wrong?" "I don't think you became a random person," Lisa said slowly, taking another staggering step into the room. She was both trying to get closer and trying to run away, but her body was pulling her forward more than her mind was telling her to get out. "What makes you say that?" Angela asked, though she thought she knew the answer. "I think.. I think you became my fantasy again," Lisa said, and her lust finally won out over her judgment. She walked to the bed mechanically, climbing onto it, approaching the man she loved. "Lisa," Angela said with all of the willpower she could muster, hating herself for even trying to convince Lisa to go. She wanted this, too. "You need to leave. You will regret this. We will regret this. Please go.." Lisa crawled forward on the bed, eyes hungry. She reached out and touched Angela's cock with one hand, cautiously, slowly, as if trying to decide what she thought of it. It stiffened under her touch, and it felt so hard and warm. It felt wonderful. This was just what she'd wanted last night. Her body wanted it now. She closed her eyes, thinking back to the last time Angela had taken Brian in the ass. It wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world, and Brian wasn't even built for this. Lisa reached down, feeling how wet her pussy was. How much she wanted this thing inside of her. Her hand touching the cock suddenly grabbed it, grip firming around it, and Angela gasped at the feeling of Lisa's soft fingers wrapping around the shaft. "I don't think I'll regret this," Lisa said quietly. "I think I'll regret not doing this even more." "Brian," Angela said, the words tearing out of her. She wanted Lisa to rub her so badly. "You can't.." "Shut up," Lisa said. She ran her hand up and down the shaft slowly, gripping harder. She let go for a second and pulled her shirt up over her head, revealing her breasts. Her blonde hair fell half on her shoulders and half forwards, hanging off of her tits. Her nipples were hard and stuck out through the hair, and Angela could not ever remember being more turned on. Lisa bent down, taking the cock in both hands, feeling the immensity of it, the hardness. She looked up at Angela and their eyes met. "My name," she said as she started to rub her fiance, "is Lisa." Chapter 11 Angela was in heaven as Lisa's hands ran up and down her shaft. It felt so good, so different, from what she'd experienced previously as a man. Always before when she had turned into a guy Brian had loathed the experience. Angela had attempted to be gentle and get things over with as quickly as possible, but it just wasn't enjoyable for either of them. With Brian and most previous times, she wasn't particularly attracted to her partner, either. But Lisa, here and now? Lisa was insanely hot. Angela could not get enough of her fiance, both how she was making her cock feel and how she looked. Lisa's tits swayed as she rubbed, just enough to drive Angela crazy. Angela couldn't move much due to the restraints, but she wished she could look lower. She wanted to see Lisa's pussy. She yearned to be buried deep inside. Lisa was likewise enjoying herself. Rubbing on the large cock was turning her on more and more, and this was far easier than taking it up the ass. There was hardly any pressure here at all - Angela was handcuffed and tied to the bed, so Lisa got to do whatever she wanted, and she could stop at any time she felt uncomfortable. The strangest thing was that she didn't feel uncomfortable at all anymore. In fact, the more she touched the huge cock, the more she wanted to touch it and the more she wanted it inside her. Her pussy was soaked, wet enough that she could tell without even touching herself. Her leggings were starting to show a bit of a damp spot and she thought about taking them off. So she did. Lisa released the cock and stood up on the bed, standing over Angela. She smiled down at her prone fiance, and Angela groaned, writhing on the bed, aching for Lisa's touch to return. The cock twitched and pulsed as blood flowed into it, and Lisa grinned. This is kind of fun, really. I barely have to do anything and Angela can't get enough. I can't believe I was scared of this, this is soooo much easier than some of the things I went through before. My body being turned on by this makes all the difference. Maybe a year ago this would have been awful, but now? This is just another odd night. She reached down to her pants and began to tug them off her hips, slowly to make sure that Angela got an eyeful. She spun on the bed, dropping the leggings down to her feet and kicking them off. She stood above the prone man in the same black lingerie Angela had worn when they had first had sex, and Lisa knew she looked good in them, possibly better than Angela had. For the first time today, she actually felt some pride in the way she looked. Not because she was glad to be a woman - she would still rather their positions were reversed. But it was fun, almost forbidden to be turning on Angela this way. She liked driving her fiance wild. She could see what she was doing to the man below her and that was exciting. Lisa felt herself getting a bit more emboldened, urged on by her desire and the feverish groans emanating from Angela. She turned, looking over her shoulder. "So.. do you like these more on you.. Or on me?" she asked Angela with a wicked smile. "That.. is an unfair question right now," said Angela, eyeing Lisa's butt. Lisa raised an eyebrow. "Is it? Who decided to have me put these on, anyway? Maybe somebody wanted to see me in them?" "Maybe," Angela allowed. "I was just curious what you'd look like in something skimpy. I didn't really expect you to put them on. But now I want to see what's under them even more." "But you said we shouldn't do this," Lisa said, pursing her lips. "Maybe I should go.." Angela's eyes widened as Lisa took a few steps forward and hopped off the bed. She strained against the handcuffs. "No! I changed my mind, we should do this." Lisa turned back to her fiance. "Oh? What made you change your mind?" "Err.." Angela said, thinking furiously, but only with her cock. "Because I'm really horny?" Lisa stifled a grin. "That's not a particularly good reason. You said we would regret this. You insisted on it." Angela, who was regretting ever saying such a thing, tried a new tactic. "Yes, but that was before. It would be such a waste to not do something with a cock like this. Almost sacrilegious." "So I'm evil if I don't touch you, now?" Lisa asked quietly, putting on her best pouting face, sure she looked like a fool, but enjoying the desperate look on Angela's face even more. I wonder if I can get her to beg? "More like wasteful?" Angela said hopefully. "You are not very good at convincing me. Perhaps I should go," Lisa said coyly. She turned around again and took two slow steps for the door, waiting for Angela to come up with another ridiculous reason. "Wait!" Angela cried. "Please come back!" Lisa turned around again, walking back to the bed. "Are you begging me to fuck you?" Angela was too hard to care what she said at this point. She eyed Lisa's breasts and stomach and groaned again. "Yes... pleeeeeeease, Lisa. I'll do anything." "Anything?" Lisa said with a grin. Angela nodded furiously. "Undo the handcuffs!" Lisa climbed back onto the bed. She reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the key for the cuffs. "And you'll do anything I ask if I undo the cuffs?" Angela hesitated for a minute. The way Lisa asked that implied she was going to regret agreeing to this. But the alternative - watching her walk out of the room again - was unthinkable. She looked up, searching Lisa's eyes, curious what she might have planned, but the damn woman was unreadable. Her eyes roamed lower, looking at Lisa's tits, and then further still. Her pussy was just barely visible through the sheer lingerie. Angela had tasted it last night, and knew that Lisa got very, very wet, and her pussy was tight. She closed her eyes, knowing that she would regret this. "Anything," she whispered. Lisa smiled, looking down at the handcuffed man. Little did Angela know that Lisa was going to fuck her no matter what, but now she got a favor out of it. This would be fun. She leaned down, tracing her fingers against Angela's cock again, then up her stomach and across her firm chest. She brought her head up to Angela's face, kissing her briefly, then leaned down so her lips were next to Angela's ears. "You won't regret this," Lisa whispered, and Angela shuddered beneath her. Then she leaned back and reached to the side, unlocking both pairs of cuffs in turn. Angela sat up, rubbing her wrists and Lisa closed her eyes. There was no turning back now. She'd made up her mind and this was happening. "You have no idea how horny I am," Angela said beside her. Lisa opened her eyes and looked over to the ripped man. "I have some idea," she said softly, eyes wandering over her fiance. Angela grinned and gestured downwards. "Because of this? It does make things pretty obvious," she said as she pointed at her erect cock. Lisa smiled faintly, then reached over and grabbed Angela's hand. It felt rougher than normal, and far larger. Lisa's own hands were engulfed inside of Angela's, and it made her feel small, weak. Her resolve weakened for a moment as the part of her that hated being weak came back to the surface, but she squashed it back down. This was happening, and she was going to enjoy it and she wasn't going to let herself be weird about it anymore today. "Not because of that," Lisa said, guiding Angela's hands down to her own panties. She looked up at Angela, whose eyes were wide, shocked at Lisa's brazen sexuality. Their eyes met and each was a mirror of the other's lust, a craving encompassing them both. Angela's fingers slipped past the waistband and pushed lower, probing for Lisa's pussy. After a moment, Lisa gasped as Angela rubbed her clit, then pushed past it to rub her waiting labia. Angela gasped, feeling how wet Lisa was. Her fingers slipped inside easily, and she felt how tight Lisa was once more. "You're so wet," she said delightedly. "I didn't know you wanted this!" Lisa grinned. "And you owe me a favor, too. How fun is that?" "Hardly seems fair," grunted Angela. "I bet you were going to undo the handcuffs no matter what." "I'll never tell," Lisa said haughtily. Then she giggled, looking at Angela's exasperated face. "Oh quit complaining. You're getting what you wanted. Don't you want to put that big dick inside me? What are you waiting for, my fiance?" Angela smiled at that. "I'll just have to make sure I get my favor's worth now, then," she said. She hesitated a moment. "What do you feel comfortable doing?" "What do you have in mind?" Lisa asked, grabbing hold of Angela's dick and resuming her slow handjob. "Well, I thought missionary might be good since it's the first time and all," Angela said thoughtfully. "But I wasn't sure if you'd want to.. You know.. Surrender that much control. It might be better for you to be on top still?" "I hadn't thought about it," Lisa said honestly. "I'm fine with whatever position you want, Ang. What do you want to do? This is as much a fantasy for you as for me." Angela's smile widened. "Well, if that's the case.." She reached over and grabbed Lisa and tossed her down to the bed, lying on her back. Lisa let out a startled yelp, caught completely off guard. She had never in her entire life been thrown down like that, and she wasn't sure how to feel about it. It brought back that part of herself that did not like feeling weak and small once more, but it also brought out a part of herself that she didn't even know was there. Her eyes widened as a surge of hormones shot through her, and she realized that being tossed down was a huge turn on. She looked up to see Angela's massive form hovering over her, and she could feel the cock rubbing against her waist as Angela leaned into her. Her breath caught in her throat and she reached up to run her hand over Angela's chest. The muscles were taut, firm and large and enticing, and Lisa suddenly realized just how much she wanted Angela to fuck her. She looked further up, making eye contact with her fiance. They looked at each other for a moment, and then Lisa nodded once. Angela leaned back and grabbed the waist on the black lingerie Lisa was wearing. She pulled it down, tugging it around Lisa's ass and then over the smooth legs. Her cock strained, aching to feel Lisa's wet pussy, and Angela took a long, shuddering breath. She looked down, taking in Lisa's incredible body. The hips, the tits, the hair, the face, the pussy. Everywhere Angela looked there was something to turn her on more. She leaned forward again, right hand reaching down and taking hold of her cock and guiding it towards Lisa's pussy. She raised an eyebrow at Lisa, giving her one last chance to reconsider. "Do it," Lisa said breathily. "I want you to fuck me, Ang." She smiled, needing no more encouragement. Her cock was ready for this, and so was she. This was the first time in years that she was going to have sex as a man with a woman that wanted it, and she was rather looking forward to it. The fact that it was her fiance, Brian - no, Lisa, made it all the sweeter. Angela pressed her cock in against the edges of Lisa's labia, swirling it around slightly to get some of the fluid on the tip. She wanted it to slide in smoothly, but she also wanted Lisa to feel it. Then she pushed in, slowly but surely. Lisa's eyes widened as she felt herself opening for Angela. Her pussy was being spread wide, and a cock was entering her. She was being penetrated, and she couldn't believe it. It felt so alien, completely different from her times as Brian when Angela had used his ass. It was also so different from the previous night, when Angela had used her tongue. This thing felt enormous, and she wondered how she could even take it. And yet, it still kept gliding in, stretching her further and further. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was hanging open at the shocking feeling. Another moment passed and Angela stopped, her hips pressed all the way against Lisa's and the cock fully buried inside her. "You feel.. So tight.. So good," Angela whispered. "I can feel you squeezing me, my love." Lisa was not trying to squeeze anything, had no idea what she was doing, or even could do in this position. "That feels so huge," she said in a strangled voice. "You're stretching me so much.." Angela hesitated, cock still inside. "Does it hurt? We may need lube.." Lisa shook her head. "No, it doesn't hurt. I'm not used to anything like this. It's completely new. I.. I think I like it," she said slowly. Angela slowly began to pull back out, feeling Lisa's pussy gripping her as she slid backwards. It felt like heaven, better than she could have hoped for. Lisa writhed under her, hips and ass wriggling and mouth still parted. Angela wanted to fuck her so badly - so she did. As soon as she made it back to the last bit of Lisa's pussy, she thrust back in, harder and faster this time. Not overly hard - she didn't want to hurt Lisa. But enough that Angela could feel everything gliding along her shaft, and it was lovely. Lisa gasped as Angela entered her again, thrusting harder this time. It felt just as strange the second time, but now that she knew what to expect, she was able to enjoy it a bit more. Brian had always been enduring the penetration, just waiting for it to be over as quickly as possible. It had hurt and made him feel weak, powerless, and uncomfortable - all things that he didn't like. A part of Lisa still didn't like those feelings, the same part of her that could barely accept her own reflection in the mirror. The part of her that still identified as Brian and still wanted to give it to his fiance. But Lisa wasn't just those parts anymore. She was a complex combination of thoughts and ideas, wants and needs, and her body was informing her in no small terms that it liked being made to feel weak and powerless. That she wanted Angela to toss her down and fuck her. That her pussy felt so good when it was stretched and full and Angela was giving her that feeling in spades. The earlier part of the day had been hard, but she had come to a brief sort of mental acceptance with Angela and Jack's help, even if she still hoped to change back. But feeling her body's reaction to Angela helped even more - she was a woman, and she wanted this. Maybe it was a little weird in her mind, but it just felt sooo good. "Harder," Lisa whispered as Angela slid into her a third time. She was undoubtedly taking things a little slow, worried for Lisa's mental state and not wanting to hurt her, but Lisa wanted to feel this. She was so wet and so horny and beyond caring about her earlier fears. She wanted to be fucked and filled and stretched. Angela grinned, not needing to be told twice. She was feeling the opposite of Lisa - strong and powerful in a way that she did not usually get to enjoy. She was so hard and Lisa just felt so good. And she was so fucking hot! Every time Angela pushed into her, Lisa's mouth would part and a small gasp would escape her perfect lips. Her hair was spread around her head, and her breasts flopped back and forth as Angela moved her tiny body up and down with each thrust. It was intoxicating to watch, and a huge turn on. Angela might have been turned into Lisa's fantasy, but Lisa herself was just what Angela wanted. She sped up more, thrusting into and out of Lisa more quickly. She wasn't pushing hard, and didn't want to really slam into Lisa, but she was sliding along quickly. The two soon found their matching rhythm. Lisa wasn't quite sure what muscles to use or squeeze and had no idea how to really pleasure Angela, but she instinctively wrapped her legs around her fiance. She squeezed him, urging him in and deep. She was breathing quickly, almost gasping each time she felt Angela enter her. Less than two minutes in, maybe thirty thrusts, and she'd already forgotten the strangeness of having a cock inside her. Now she focused only on the pleasure, and it felt amazing. The good feeling extended to Angela, who quickly found herself edging towards an orgasm. She felt her cock begin to shudder - so soon! - but she didn't have any clue how to stave off a climax. She didn't know how to slow down, how to rub in a different way, or how to think about something else. It took most guys several sessions to even begin to contemplate climaxing later, and for now that was far beyond Angela. She had gotten off before, albeit only a few times, and it had always been as quickly as possible. She'd never wanted to last longer. Now that she wanted to go all night, she was going to come in only a few minutes. "Lisa," Angela gasped, cock beginning to leak semen. Lisa's eyes opened and she stared upwards at her fiance. Her tits were heaving, bouncing with each new thrust. "Yes?" She asked in a quavery voice. "I'm cumming," Angela grunted as her cock began to spurt. "What?!" shrieked Lisa. "But we just got started!" Angela began to unload into Lisa, cock pulsing as she came hard. She shook, pushing into the beautiful woman as hard as she could, heedless of how much she was stretching her. She groaned and her stomach clenched as she pulled Lisa in towards her, pushing her cock as deeply as she could. She could feel cum racing through her with each pulse and Lisa's pussy clenched around her cock. After a few seconds, she felt herself go soft and sighed, resisting the urge to collapse on top of Lisa. Lisa glared upwards at Angela. "I uncuffed you for that!?" With a sheepish grin, Angela looked down at her fiance as she felt her changes start up again. "I'm so sorry... that doesn't usually happen.." Lisa stared at Angela for a minute, then broke into a laugh. "Okay, okay. We both failed our first test as guys." Angela pulled out of Lisa and rolled over to the side, muscles dissolving and skin shrinking as she did so. She sighed happily, propping herself up on her elbow as her hair lengthened and her breasts formed again. After a moment she was herself again, but the post orgasm tingle remained. She reached over and touched Lisa's shoulder. "I really am sorry, Lisa. You felt so good and I couldn't control it. It just happened so quick!" Lisa looked over to her fiance, putting on an exaggerated frown. She opened her mouth to speak, but then realized she could feel something running down her leg. Her eyes widened and she squeaked, jumping up out of bed and running to the bathroom for a towel. She wiped herself as well as she could, inside and out. I can't believe I have cum running out of me. Of all the things I didn't expect when I woke up today... After cleaning up, she walked back into the room with an exaggerated frown on her face. "You came in me," she said with faux anger. Angela grinned. "Wasn't that the point?" Lisa huffed. "Well, it was supposed to go longer than that!" "I take it you enjoyed it?" prompted Angela. "I did tell you we shouldn't do it." "Oh, sure, now you say that again," Lisa said. "I seem to recall you begging for it." "Yeah, well.. You're really hot," Angela said with an impish grin. Lisa smiled again. "Thanks, babe. But you know, I did enjoy it. It was a weird mix of wrong, forbidden, and incredibly hot. A small part of me was horrified, but most of me just wanted you. I kind of got lost in the sensations. I.. I think my sex drive is really high." Angela nodded. "You are still a product of whatever power I had last night, and I wanted you to be horny and hot." "Like some kind of bimbo? I don't feel stupid," Lisa said. "Not all sexual women are bimbos," Angela pointed out. "I'm not an idiot and I literally need sex every single day." "True," Lisa said slowly. "I'm not sure how I feel about craving cock like that when I see it." Angela grinned again. "Well, you're not likely to see cock all the time... unless you want me to change into a guy again?" She raised her eyebrow at Lisa, the challenge implicit again. "I may," Lisa allowed. "Let's see how I feel about this when I wake up. Everything is easier to handle when you're horny, you get the sex blinders on." "I get sex blinders when I change every single night," Angela said. Lisa grinned. "Except when you think I'm a brainless monkey," she pointed out. Angela laughed. "That was one time! Months ago!" Lisa walked back over to the bed, hips swaying. She climbed back on, crawling over to Angela. "So, Ang..." she said slowly. "Yes?" Angela asked. Lisa flushed red. "I umm.. I still want to get off. Can.. can we try one of your vibrators?" Angela laughed delightedly. "You horny little girl," she giggled. "Do you care which one?" Lisa looked away, cheeks burning bright. "You know which one." "Ohhhhh, this is going to be fun," Angela said. "I hope you're ready for that." Lisa laid back down into the bed. Her pussy was still throbbing from being pushed and stretched, and she could still feel a little bit of semen leaking out of her. She knew she should be horrified from the events of the day, but at the moment she didn't care. She wanted to orgasm, and she wanted to feel it. She watched as Angela climbed back onto the bed, holding an enormous vibrator, nearly as large as the cock she had possessed ten minutes before. She felt it touch her pussy softly, tentatively, and then felt it slide inside of her. A second later she felt it turn on, buzzing inside of her. Her eyes slid shut and her mouth opened wide as she let out a low moan. Ohhhhhhhh yes... Chapter 12 Lisa's eyes fluttered open the next morning as light streamed in through the sole window. She yawned, then reached her hands out to the side and stretched, feeling her back crack. Her breasts moved as her arms stretched and she stopped, sighing. It wasn't quite like she had expected to wake up from a nightmare, but the sudden reminder of her changed body wasn't what she wanted to wake up to, either. Yesterday had been tough, both mentally and emotionally, and thinking about it was not something that Lisa was ready to do, certainly not this early in the morning. Still, she reflected, yesterday had not been all bad. She reached a hand down to rub her pussy lightly through the blanket and smiled. She was sore, but it wasn't in a bad way. She'd gotten off multiple times the night before, thrashing wildly as Angela pushed the vibrator into her again and again. It had been everything Lisa had wanted and more. She'd fallen asleep with a smile on her face, cuddled up next to her girl. Those memories were more than welcome, and she knew that even with her hesitation to accept her new life, she would eagerly accept another night with Angela as a guy. She looked to the side, noting that Angela was not in the bed. This wasn't uncommon, as Angela had slept less and woken earlier than Brian. Apparently that was still true with Lisa's new body. She let out another wide yawn, then sat up in bed. Evidence of their actions the night before littered the room - panties and clothes thrown wildly around the room. The handcuffs were still attached to the corners of the bed, and the vibrator loomed on the nightstand. Lisa smiled fondly at it - they would definitely be meeting each other regularly while she was stuck like this. She rolled out of bed, tossing on her baggy sweatshirt and leggings from the day before and headed to the kitchen. Angela was already sitting at the table eating breakfast - some sort of scrambled egg dish this morning. Lisa grabbed a plate and scooped some eggs from the skillet and sat down at the table as well. "Good morning," Angela said cheerfully. "How are you doing today?" "Still not a morning person," Lisa grumbled. Angela grinned. "I made some coffee, but it's a bit less black than normal. I'm not sure how you'll like your coffee now." Lisa grimaced at that. "If this takes my coffee away from me, I'll be pissed." "You won't know until you try it. You might like it even more, who knows." "Let me get some food in the system and then I'll try the coffee," Lisa said. She hesitated, then nodded at Angela. "I'm doing better all the same. Not as good as last night, now that I'm not all turned on and such. But better than yesterday. I'll be okay today." Angela nodded in agreement. "I knew you would be. You just had to get over the shock. You're handling this so well, Lisa." "I feel like a mess, and I didn't handle it well yesterday," Lisa pointed out. "No, you handled it like any normal person would. That was.. A lot to digest," Angela said. She reached over and gave Lisa's hand a squeeze. "Trust me, you're doing better than most anyone could." "It's starting to feel less weird, at least," Lisa allowed. "Just existing doesn't feel strange. Boobs are weird when they move, and thinking about.. down there is strange. But I think last night sort of normalized things a bit." "Sex is the great equalizer," Angela said sagely. "It's hard to go against what your body needs for long." "Speaking of what I need.. I think I'm up for some shopping today," Lisa said slowly. Angela immediately lit up, a gleam in her eye. "Oh, love, I've been waiting to hear you say that for a year." Lisa groaned. "I get the feeling that I'm going to regret this." She looked at Angela and saw that the other woman had an almost predatory look on her face. She was excited for this. God help me. Two hours later found Lisa and Angela in Manhattan, eyeing dozens of shops and many clothing stores. Lisa generally would not have come downtown, preferring cheaper online shopping for many of her clothes, but Angela had insisted. And since Jack would be the one picking up the bill, well, Lisa couldn't really complain. Angela's other point - that Lisa's new wardrobe should at least start out with some nice clothes - did make some sense. She could always add cheaper things later on. "So!" Angela exclaimed, clapping her hands. "Do you want to start out easy or hard? I have a list of things you need and a suggested order that we should shop for them, but I'll throw the whole thing out if you have a preference." Lisa glanced over and saw that Angela did indeed have a list - a whole notepad filled with writing. She groaned once more. "I just need some basics! Underwear and some sweatshirts and stuff." Angela nodded. She jabbed a finger at the hideous notepad, pointing to some writing. "Those are on here. And I actually think we should start with the underwear. It will make trying on normal clothes easier and things will feel better if you actually have some well fitted bras and panties." "Underwear first?" Lisa yelped. She had hoped to leave those for last and to get them out of the way quickly and then go home and forget about life for a few minutes. Preferably with large amounts of liquor. "Lisa," Angela said patiently. "What you are wearing now does not fit, and you don't want to try on clothes without a bra. It just won't fit correctly, unless you plan on going commando all of the time. I won't judge you if you do, but I wouldn't recommend it. You will attract a lot of unwanted attention." "Or I could just stick to baggy sweatshirts all of the time," Lisa grumbled. "You can, though I think you'll regret that when it warms up in a couple of months," Angela said. "But honestly, I think you'll get bored of that soon. You liked dressing nicely as a man, and I expect you won't want to slum it all of the time. You should at least try on a couple of nicer things. Maybe not form fitting, but.. Well, nice." "Fine," Lisa said, closing her eyes. "I will defer to your better judgment. Take me through the list." "Excellent!" Angela said excitedly. She pointed across the street and down a block to a large store with a bold pink and purple sign. "Then we are going there first." Lisa's eyes followed her pointing finger. Her eyes widened and she turned back to Angela. "I'm not going to Victoria's Secret! You have to be joking!" Angela smiled. "Of course I am. We can go there if you want, but I'm not going to force it. She nodded to the side. We're going to the normal stores - Nordstrom, Macy's, H&M, etc. - first, I figured that would be easier to stomach." Lisa felt her heart beating out of her chest. "Good God, Ang, you are going to give me a heart attack." "Today is going to be so much fun," Angela giggled, grabbing Lisa's hand and pulling her along the street. "Kill me now," Lisa said. Getting panties that fit had not proven to be the struggle that Lisa had envisioned. She had worn tighty-whities when she was younger, and had tried on Angela's lingerie the previous night. The panties she chose were tighter than boxers, certainly, but after a few minutes she forgot that she even had them on. Even getting fitted for a bra hadn't been the nightmare she had imagined. Angela had done the measuring in a changing room, and then they had picked out several bras with the aid of an obnoxiously cheerful clerk. Lisa even found that the bra wasn't as annoying as she had expected, either. It was a little restrictive, but it did stop her breasts from moving and jiggling. After wearing one for a few minutes, it almost let her forget about being a woman. She did insist on the most modest bras possible, not wanting to show off any of her new assets - as much as that was possible with tits like hers. No, it was actually the normal clothing part of the store that proved to be as intimidating as Victoria's Secret would have been. Lisa had been in any number of clothing stores in her life, and several just like this while shopping both for and with Angela. But it was completely different when she was browsing clothes for herself. The items in this store were intended for girls like her - and that was the problem. Lisa might look like any other attractive twenty-something, and there were a few similar young blondes shopping in this very store. But Lisa wasn't just another young woman out for the newest trends. She'd only been a woman for two days, and a begrudging woman at that. She wasn't ready to show off her ass or tits, fantastic as they may be, yet everything in the store seemed designed to do just that. She almost walked out, ready to find a Target for some budget sweats, but she couldn't bring herself to rain on Angela's delighted parade just yet. Angela chatted happily about anything and everything. She grabbed clothes and held them up, pointing out how good they would look on Lisa. Lisa knew that she represented a new type of opportunity for Angela - not only a romantic partner for her long-desired intimacy, but now also a friend that could share in all of her feminine pursuits. Shopping, wine nights, book clubs, whatever it was that girls did when they got together. Lisa shuddered, thinking of being in a book club. Well, if it came to that she would have to put her foot down. If the shopping got a little too extreme, she would deal with that later. But for today, she could let Angela have her fun. She needed a whole new wardrobe at any rate, so one of them might as well enjoy the experience. Lisa eyed the racks nearby with distaste. The clothes were nice, and some of them were even things that Lisa might consider wearing, but she had never been a fan of just browsing. As Brian, she would go to a store with a specific item in mind, and he would try on a few and select one and be done in an hour or less. Brian had known what he liked, had known what looked good on him and what he was comfortable in. Lisa knew none of these things, and there were so many more options for women. It was completely overwhelming, and she couldn't even begin to imagine what things might look like on her. She looked over at Angela, now running her hands on the hundredth random sweater of the last hour. She braced herself, then waved Angela back towards her. "Hey - Ang?" Lisa prompted. "Yes, love, what's up?" Angela asked as she came over. "Can.. can we do this a bit differently? I'm.. I'm honestly overwhelmed by all this. There's too many choices," Lisa said. Angela blinked, stunned for a minute. "You aren't used to having to choose from so many things. You always used to rotate between a few of the same items in various colors." Lisa nodded. She waved at the store, pointing at various areas. "This is a huge place and it's three-quarters women's clothes. And it's not just suits and shirts and sporting wear. I.. I can't choose. I don't know what will look good on me. I don't know what I'm willing to wear at all." Her fiance nodded slowly. "I'm sorry, Lisa. I just got carried away. We can do this another time if you want.." "No!" Lisa said sharply. "I want to be here with you and I need some clothes. But.. can I just go sit in a dressing room and you bring me stuff to try on? You'll have a better idea than me anyway. Stuff that you think I'd like? Or can tolerate?" Angela grinned suddenly. "Your own personal shopping consultant? Can I at least see the things on you? I'm honestly curious what you look like in something besides baggy sweats and naked." "I still want some baggy sweats," Lisa pointed out. She hesitated, not wanting to dampen Angela's mood. "But bring me some.. real women's clothes, too. Maybe I'm not ready for them now, but I might be some time. Nothing extreme, mind you." Angela nodded again. "I know what you mean, Lisa. I don't want you to be uncomfortable." She eyed Lisa up and down pointedly. "You would look really good in a miniskirt though." Lisa sighed, and then resignedly smiled back. Angela would never change, and that was one of the things that she loved about her. "Just get me some things. I'll be over there in that first open door." "I'll get you some stuff to try on right away and then I'll get more. I'll be over in just a sec," Angela said as she turned to go grab some of her favorite things she'd seen earlier. Lisa watched her go for a minute, then walked over to the changing room. There were no attendants here, so she took the open room and shut the door behind her. She took a deep breath and rubbed her temples slowly, massaging the stress out. This was just as hard as she had feared. It felt like she was giving up, like she was letting go of Brian. Hell, maybe she was. That wasn't as scary as it was the previous day, but it was still a big thing to admit. She sat down on the bench and waited for a few minutes for Angela to return. They returned home nearly five hours later after a marathon shopping session that had involved six stores and several thousand dollars worth of purchases. Lisa had grown quite tired of trying clothes on early on, but was determined to get this done in one session. She did not want to have to go clothes shopping again and again, and wanted to at least cover her winter and early spring clothes. She ended up with three weeks worth of clothes to wear without doing laundry, easily more than her goal when she set out. Most of the clothes fit into the same category as her bras - comfortable, not skin tight, and not flaunting anything. She wanted lounging clothes that fit most of all, and she now had those in spades. Lisa collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and ready for a nap. She was mentally exhausted, but for the first time since becoming a woman, she felt okay with what she was wearing and her body. She wasn't worried at all right now about what she looked like or what sex she was. She laid her head on the arm of the couch and closed her eyes, comfortable and relaxed. She felt a blanket being laid on top of her and opened an eye to watch Angela sit down on the other end of the couch. Angela propped her feet diagonally across Lisa's and grabbed a book from the end table. They'd sat exactly like this a thousand times on this couch, and Lisa felt a powerful moment of love for Angela. For the first time in two days a shared moment felt normal between them. Angela looked over to see Lisa watching her and gave her a beautiful smile, reaching over to pat her leg. Lisa gave a tired smile back. "Thank you.. For today. For everything you do. I still love you, Ang... Even if I haven't done a good job showing it lately." "Oh, stop it," Angela said firmly. "It's been a rough couple of days, and you've been fine. I never doubted that you cared for a second. I'll always love you, no matter what you look like or what you call yourself. The person I fell in love with is still inside there, and honestly.. I really liked last night. I'm looking forward to doing it again." "I'd like that," whispered Lisa as her eyes closed. Maybe our sex life and intimacy will always be different. Maybe it won't work out in the end, though if last night was an indicator, we'll be able to find a way. But damn, it just feels good to feel like a couple. I needed this. There's more to us than sex. I love this girl, and I'll make it up to her tonight. After a power nap, though. I'm fucking beat. Her power nap ended up being just a little longer than she had planned. It was pitch black in the room when Lisa woke up, feeling rested and rather wet. She squirmed and it took her a moment to realize what was going on as she became fully alert. It was too dark to see anything in the room, but that feeling between her legs could only be one thing. "Ang?" she squeaked, legs pressing together but stopping before they should have. "Welcome back, my love," Angela said quietly, as the feeling stopped. "That was quite the nap." Lisa gasped as Angela's tongue returned to her pussy. She'd been awakened to blowjobs before and quite enjoyed it, but this feeling was still totally strange to her, and it had only happened once. When she moved her thighs, she could feel how wet the area was already, though she didn't know if it was from Angela's saliva or her own fluids. "What time is it?" Lisa bit out, trying to sound normal. Angela's tongue stopped its slow tease once again. "It's almost midnight, Lisa. I didn't want to wake you, but figured I should before.. You know." Lisa blinked, stunned. "I slept for six hours?" "It's been a lot these past two days. You've been running on fumes, both from lack of sleep and being mentally overwhelmed," Angela pointed out. "That's going to throw a wrench into my sleep schedule," Lisa said, then yipped as Angela ran her tongue slowly over her clit again. "We'll just have to tire you out tonight, then," said Angela as she paused her teasing. "Are you good to go tonight or do we need the handcuffs?" "No," said Lisa as she writhed on the couch. "I'd like to go again, regardless of what you turn into.. Getting off as a girl feels really good." "Now you know why I yell sometimes," Angela said, and Lisa could hear the mirth in her voice. "You get quite noisy yourself now." Lisa's cheeks burned. "I didn't know I was being vocal," she said softly. "Oh, I love it. It's really easy to tell when you are enjoying yourself now. Both times we've gone, when you're into it, you are into it," Angela laughed. Lisa groaned, pressing her hand to her forehead. "Now I'm going to be self conscious about it." "Well, I'll just have to make you feel so good you scream even so," replied Angela. "Let's go to the bedroom, okay? I just wanted to get you started a bit. I want you to get off tonight." "Ok-AAAAY," Lisa replied with another yelp as Angela nibbled at her clit just as she was starting to speak. She glared at her invisible partner, but knew Angela couldn't see it. She was soundly losing this battle already. Infuriating woman. Lisa reached down and tugged her pants off - they were already down past her knees - and got up from the couch. Her pussy was definitely wet, and she wondered how long Angela had been slowly teasing her. Her legs were a bit wobbly as she stood, and she wasn't sure if it was from Angela or her long nap. She did feel quite relaxed and awake, and the sleep had done her a world of good. She felt Angela's hand take hold of hers and together they walked to the bedroom. She reached the door and opened it, then stopped. Light flooded from the room, and she saw that there were candles everywhere. The bedside table, the window sill, the tv tray stands, even some sitting on the floor in a terrible display of fire safety. She turned to Angela, finally able to see, and raised an eyebrow. "I thought we'd do it right this time. Last night started out.. weird. Maybe tonight we can be a little more.. Us?" Angela asked softly. Lisa smiled, squeezing Angela's hand. "This is perfect, Ang. I'd like that." Angela smiled back, then pointed to a bag in the corner. "I also got you a couple extra things today while we were out. You don't have to keep any of them, or can keep all of them. Would you mind trying something from the bag tonight? I'm going to go to the bathroom and give you a little privacy." Lisa pursed her lips. "And just what is in the bag, my dearest sneak of a fiance?" "Oh, just some things," Angela said flippantly. "Some things I think I'd like. And I think you'll like.. Sometime." "I'll take a look," Lisa hedged. "No promises, though. I'm not wearing dominatrix leather." Angela gave an exaggerated frown. "My whole plan just fell to pieces." Lisa smacked her butt with her free hand. "Go use the bathroom and I'll look at this creepy bag," she said with a laugh. "Don't take too long, I'm really wet." "Oh, I know," Angela said with a grin. "I made sure of that." They each turned and headed to their respective destinations. Lisa picked up the large bag, noting that it was quite heavy. Just how many extra things are in here? she wondered. She set the bag down on the bed and opened it, peering inside. It was too dark in the room to make out what anything was, even with the candles. Lisa sighed, then turned the bag upside down and dumped it out on the bed, scattering items everywhere. She reached over to the bedside table and turned on the lamp, looking back at the mismatched clothes on the bed, then she sighed. Each piece was something that Angela had commented on earlier, something that Lisa had turned down due to them being too revealing, too sexual, or too feminine. There were lace panties, dresses, skirts, and even a bra that Lisa had not even tried on, but matched the size and brand of one that she had purchased. She frowned slightly - not annoyed that Angela had purchased the garments, but confused as to why she hadn't mentioned them. Lisa would have begrudgingly been fine with it, because Angela was probably correct. There might come a day that she did want clothes like this, even if she wasn't ready to step out in public wearing a skirt. That thought brought her up short. She wasn't ready to be out in public wearing a skirt. She wasn't super fond of the idea even here and now. But she had tossed on black lingerie for Angela last night when she was a hell of a lot worse off than she was today. Maybe Angela was onto something here. If Lisa could embrace being a woman for an hour each night, when she was horny and turned on and wanted sex more than anything... maybe that would make the rest of the time easier. As Angela had said earlier - sex was the great equalizor. Lisa looked back to the door. Angela had probably gone to the gym earlier and found some instagram model so that she would turn into another buff gym guy. It wouldn't kill Lisa to sex herself up just a little bit, right? No makeup or anything like that, but putting on something that Angela would find hot? That wasn't the worst idea. In fact, Lisa felt herself get a little more turned on, thrilled with the possibility of getting Angela hard again. She turned back to the bed, eyeing the garments. Some of them were simply too slutty and she discounted right away. She wasn't sure about skirts or lingerie, even with her experience last night. But there were a few things that caught her eye - could she wear just a simple sundress? Something that came down to her thighs? That wouldn't be too revealing, and she had to admit that she was a little curious how silk would feel. Brian had never owned a silk piece of clothing, and the material felt quite soft. Lisa closed her eyes. "You can do this," she whispered to herself, giving herself a bit of a pep talk. "It's only for Angela." She picked up a black, sleeveless dress, running her hands over the material. It did feel luxurious, and it wasn't slutty like a club dress might be. It just looked like something you could wear anywhere - though Lisa's breasts might make it appear a little slutty. She was going to be busting out of this thing, and it was definitely more form fitting than anything she had worn yet. She held it up against her body, wondering how she could possibly fit into anything so slender. With a sigh, Lisa set it back down on the bed, then pulled her own sweatshirt up and over her head. She eyed her bra, then reached around to the back to undo the straps. This proved to be far more of a struggle than she had planned for. Angela had helped hook up each bra earlier, and Lisa was not very adept at taking one off of herself, despite her proficiency at removing them from Angela with nothing more than her teeth. After a minute of struggle - and several curses - she managed to get the damn thing unhooked and dropped it to the floor. She picked the dress back up, checking to see if it had a zipper or if it was something she could just pull on. It appeared to be the latter, and she tugged it on over her head, pulling it down. It was quite slender, and definitely form fitting above the waist. It flared out somewhat at the hips, transforming into more of a skirt that ended several inches above her knees. She wished that there was a mirror in here so that she could see what she looked like, but they had not had time to replace the one Lisa had broken the day before. She glanced down and it seemed like everything was fitting correctly. Tits weren't sticking out, skirt was draped evenly around her thighs, and the straps were resting comfortably on her shoulders. She gave a small spin, watching the skirt twirl and had to suppress a giggle. I can't believe I'm wearing a dress. It feels so nice against my skin, but damnit. This is not what I thought I'd end up in tonight. Angela is going to owe me even more on that favor. I wish I could see what I look like - I've only seen myself naked and in sweatshirts.. Lisa grabbed the rest of the clothing from the bed and dropped it all in a pile near the closet. She'd sort out those items - and the rest of her new clothes - tomorrow. Then she turned off the lamp and climbed onto the bed, laying in what she hoped was a sexy pose and looking towards the door. She felt ridiculous posing like this, and the dress left quite a bit of noticeable airflow for her wet pussy, but if she was going to do this for Angela, she might as well do it right. And then she waited, eyes watching the door hungrily. And waited. And waited some more. Lisa got fidgety, turning to look at the bedside clock. It was after midnight.. What was keeping Angela? She turned and eyed the door for another minute before she sighed and climbed off the bed. She walked to the door, opening it, and noticed that the bathroom door was still closed. What the hell? She knocked on the door. "Ang? You okay in there?" There was silence for a moment, and then a muffled voice replied. "Go away, if you open the door, I'm going to say something I regret." Lisa frowned at the door. "You can't resist this all night. Are you dangerous? Should I leave?" Another pause. "No, it's not dangerous." "Well, I've been waiting for you to come fuck me for fifteen minutes, so I'm opening the door and we're going to do something. I don't care what gender you are, I'm horny," Lisa said firmly. Yet another pause. "I'm horny too, but I don't think you're gonna like how I look." Of all the nights she could be something weird. "Damnit, Ang, you woke me up with oral and now I want it. You've been weird things before, and we've had sex every night but one. We can handle this. I'm coming in." Lisa turned the handle and pushed the door open. The bathroom light made her wince, but she opened the door fully and took a step inside. Sitting inside on the edge of the bathtub was an older teenager, perhaps sixteen or seventeen. He looked up at Lisa, eyes brightening at her outfit. "Holy shit, you are hot, lady. I won't tell if you won't, okay?" "Oh, FUCK no," said Lisa, slamming the door. Chapter 13 Lisa's sexual frustrations on that second night were the start of a new set of inside jokes between the couple. "Aren't you a little young for me?" became Lisa's favorite question to ask, to Angela's eternal dismay. The very next night when Angela attempted to start things up again, Lisa set up an age checkpoint and carded her fiance. "This is absolutely disrespectful," Angela grumbled as she grabbed her purse to get her ID out. "I'm two years older than you!" Lisa tutted at the other woman. "Didn't seem that way last night, missy. You looked awfully young." Angela glared at Lisa. "I didn't hear you complaining when I was too old. You locked me in the bathroom all night yesterday!" Lisa grinned at her fiance. "And I heard you jerking off in there for at least an hour. You seemed to be enjoying yourself." Angela threw her hands up in the air. "It's those damn teenage hormones. I was hard every thirty seconds no matter what I did. And you opening the door in that dress gave me a very vivid image to remember." "You were supposed to walk in on me in the bedroom," Lisa pointed out. "Just remember that I wore a dress for you, and you still owe me a favor." "Yes, yes, I'm sure I'll pay dearly for that first night," Angela said. "Speaking of, it's ten minutes to midnight. Does my ID check out?" Lisa smiled at her lover, gesturing to the bed. "Everything about you checks out, Ang. Shall we?" "I thought you'd never ask," said Angela lustily. The week that followed saw Lisa become increasingly comfortable in her own skin. By the third day, the mirror was no longer a fear for her. Her own reflection stopped looking strange and instead she started feeling the first inklings of "me" when she saw herself. She began to notice differences in her appearance each morning instead of just seeing "that girl". When her hair was more of a disaster, she knew it. When she looked tired or haggard, she could tell. Lisa began to take some pride in her appearance, noting that if she was going to be stuck as a girl, being young and hot was better than not. On the third day, she asked Angela for help in doing her hair. She learned the mystical arts of blow drying, products, and the brush. It took a few days, but by the end of the week she was competently straightening her hair in the morning and looking presentable for the world, even though she had not ventured out in public since that first shopping trip. On the fifth day, she asked for tips on how to do her hair in different styles other than straightening and letting it hang to her shoulders. On the tenth day, eyeing her appearance after fixing her hair, Lisa gulped, took a look at Angela's pile of skin care products, and asked about makeup. Nothing excessive, but just a few tips. Three days later, the pair made plans to go out to a restaurant, Lisa's second outing to a public place, and their first date night in two weeks - and she wore a modest dress. That is not to say the first two weeks went completely swimmingly. The pair had to call in and send notes to Lisa's boss, effectively ending her career for the moment. They started discussions about how to get Lisa an ID and a social security card, debating whether it would be easier to buy an illegal version or convince someone that Lisa had gotten a very expensive and very good sex change. Lisa's friends asked about Brian several times, noting his complete disappearance from their drinking nights at the bar. He had usually gone once every week or two, but had gone radio silent after New Years. Lisa was not sure if she wanted to tell them or not, but wasn't ready for the conversation yet regardless. By the third week, Lisa felt like she was settling into an acceptable routine. Most of her day was spent watching tv and reading, enjoying her time away from work. She still spent most of her time in comfortable sweatshirts and leggings, but she did branch out a bit into more feminine items from time to time. She also dipped into Angela's bag of sexier clothes at night when it was time for Angela's changes. The sex had been good, and she found that she really looked forward to those intimate times together. As she became more comfortable in her own body, Lisa had realized that she really was not that into Angela. She still loved her completely, but her body just was not into women. She would exchange oral and kiss her fiance as much as she ever had, but it was not the turn on it once was. Angela enjoyed it a bit more, but their sex life - outside of Angela's transformations - had been dealt a serious blow and they both knew it. But they had wild, passionate sex at midnight every night and they each enjoyed cuddling with the other just as much as they had before. In short - it was working. In the middle of the third week, Lisa and Angela were sitting on the couch, each reading a novel. Lisa was cuddled up in a blanket, and Angela had her feet under the blanket and resting on Lisa's legs. Life like this felt very normal to each of them, almost like things had hardly changed at all. "Lisa?" Angela asked softly as she put her book down. Lisa looked over at the other woman. "Yes?" "Can we talk about.. some us things?" Angela said slowly. Lisa raised an eyebrow and set her book down. "Is everything alright? Are we okay?" "Nothing like that," Angela said quickly. "And yeah, honestly. Things are as good as I could have ever hoped for. Not the same, and a couple things I'd change if I could, but I think we're fine as a couple, yeah?" "I think so too," Lisa said. "I know we're not the same, though. We can't be." Angela nodded sadly. "The lack of intimacy outside of the stuff at midnight makes me a little sad. I can tell you just aren't as into this, but that's okay. I appreciate that you're willing to do it sometimes for me." Lisa sat there for a long moment, trying to decide what to say. It was true, and they both knew it, but hearing it out loud hurt and made her feel guilty. Like she was the one causing them stress and it was her fault. "Ang.. it's just.." Angela waved her off. "No, this isn't your fault, I know you're going to take the blame somehow. This was an accident, you were right the first day. Your body just isn't into girls, and that's okay. It's not my favorite thing either, but I enjoy it more than you, and that's okay. We'll always have the nights. All I ask is that we cuddle and maybe make out a bit outside of that." "We can still use the vibrator on each other and I'll do oral sometimes. Just because it isn't my favorite doesn't mean I'm not willing. I just.." Lisa trailed off, unable to say it. "You aren't attracted to me like this," Angela said. "Your body at least. You don't respond to me like you used to. I know." "It still feels good," Lisa said quickly. "We both get off." "And I'll never complain, my love. All that matters to me is that you're willing to try. And outside of intimacy before bed, everything else has felt fine. I love cuddling on the couch with you. If anything, you feel softer and better to cuddle with than before. I love reading with you. I love just being around you. I love our night time sex quite a lot," she said with a smile. "Me, too," Lisa said, returning the smile. "You've gotten pretty good with a cock, you know." "And you with whatever it is you are doing. You feel so good," Angela said. "You're really working your hips and ass now. It's really pretty incredible how fast you've caught on." "Well, you did give me a super hot and fit body," Lisa said. "It'd be a shame to waste it." "I did," Angela agreed easily. "But my whole point is this.. I feel really satisfied with how things are going and I think they'll get even better as you come into your own as a woman. Sexually it's slightly worse, but it's okay. I feel satisfied all of the time. What I wanted to ask you about.. is if you still wanted me to be your wife?" Lisa looked at Angela, shocked. "Of course I do! I never considered anything else." "You say that," Angela said with a grimace. "But if you didn't like being fucked by a guy, if you couldn't accept your life as you are now.. Well, things would have had to change somehow. I don't know that we make it out of this in every scenario." Lisa reached over and grabbed Angela's hand. "Angela Semmler, will you be my wife? Again?" Angela grinned at her. "I already said yes. I just.. I wanted to make sure. If you really want this still, then.. Can we start planning our wedding?" "Oh," Lisa said, surprised. "I hadn't even thought about that yet. There's just been so much.." "I know. That's why I hadn't brought it up. And even though you're more of a woman now than you were a few weeks ago, you're still such a fucking guy about some things, and wedding planning is one of them," Angela said. "I don't even know what to wear to it now," Lisa said. "You can wear whatever you want," Angela said. "As long as you're there with me." Lisa sat back on the couch. Though she'd never stopped thinking about Angela as her fiance, they had only been engaged for a few days when The Change happened. It had been pushed to the back burner in her mind. Now that she was thinking about it, how would a wedding between them look? They'd never discussed what they both wanted, but she wasn't worried about that. She would be fine with most anything Angela wanted. But would it be a lesbian wedding, with two white dresses? Would Lisa wear a suit still? Did she want to wear a suit? If she did want to wear a suit, would she still want to wear a suit in six months? In a year? She didn't have the answer to those questions. She didn't know what she would be doing in a few weeks, much less a year. Would she resume work? Would her ID say Lisa Reynolds, or would she be someone else? Was she destined to resume her life with Angela only to lose out on everything else that had made her Brian? She had truly made her peace with being Lisa in the here and now, but it had been so hard to deal with the next minute that she had never thought about the next year. But that had to change, starting now. Angela wanted to start thinking about a wedding, and that meant planning. That meant Lisa needed to come to grips with who she was now and who she wanted to be in a year. She knew that she would still be a woman - Jack had been right. It wasn't worth the risk, and there were so many worse things that could happen. She was young, fit, attractive, and in love. She even suspected that she might come to enjoy being a girl as much as she had loved being a guy, though it might take some time. "I want to be standing up there with you, too. And.. I think probably in a dress. I'm not ready for it now, but.. I'm a woman now. I can't hold back and pretend that I'm a guy anymore, I'm not. That's my old life, and this is my new, and for me.. I know women can wear a suit or pants or anything they like, but.. Call me old fashioned, but in my family, in my life, women have always worn wedding dresses," Lisa said. Angela nodded. "I thought you'd say something like that. And I think I have a solution." Lisa raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" "Let's run away and get married somewhere far off in a magical land," Angela grinned. Lisa giggled. "I don't think we can reserve Narnia for the occasion." Angela grinned back. "No, but I was thinking a beach on an amazing island somewhere. Something small. My parents. Your friends if you want them. Then nobody has to wear a wedding dress if they don't want to, and it can be as simple as you like." "Are you sure? I always thought you wanted a few more people, all your friends, a few more relatives, and in some old gothic church," Lisa said slowly. Angela smiled even wider. "I always pictured myself getting married to a strapping gentleman a foot taller than me, too. But that was my old life. Like you, I have to change to be someone that works in this life. The one I have with you, Lisa. Because I love you more than anything, even still, and I will until the day I die. No matter what happens. You mean everything to me." Lisa felt tears welling up in her eyes. Emotions seemed to run a little hotter with her now, and she cried easier at things. She wasn't sure if it was hormones, changes in the way her brain worked, or if she was still dealing with the changes, but it seemed everything made her tear up these days. "Angela, you mean it all to me, too. And I do love you, and want to get married still. And.. I do still enjoy being intimate, even like this. Don't ever worry about doing things as girls. If you want to, I'm always down, okay?" "I know, my love," Angela said. "I don't hold back when I want to. It's okay to enjoy the changed versions more - it's still us doing it." Lisa nodded, trying to get her tears under control. "So.. beach wedding?" "As long as you're okay with that," Angela said. "I think it sounds lovely," Lisa replied as she wiped her eyes. "Any idea where?" Angela shook her head. "We'll pick something together. Look up resorts and such. Daddy will be happy though - he loves the beach. And it'll be cheaper than a bigger wedding here. It can also double as a honeymoon!" Lisa grinned. "I guess I better start working on my beach body." Angela started. "You did not just say that. You've got the most perfect beach body any girl would ever want. I'm the one that's going to have to work my ass off just to keep up." Lisa leaned over and pulled Angela into an embrace. "I think your body is just fine the way it is, my beautiful bride." She leaned down and kissed Angela, pushing her back gently until she was on top of the other girl. She reached a hand down and lifted Angela's top so she could massage her chest, enjoying Angela's squeak of surprise. "I have a bit of a confession," Lisa said quietly, working her fingers up to Angela's nipples. "And.. what is.. that..?" Angela gasped out in between pinches. "No matter what sex you are at the time.. I get turned on when you compliment my body.. It makes me feel sexy," Lisa said, turning red as she said it. "You should feel.. sexy," Angela breathed. "You are." Lisa lowered her head down her fiance's body, pulling Angela's leggings down as she went. She used her teeth to pull the panties down as well, and then ran her tongue up Angela's wet slit as she went back forward. Angela jerked under her touch, gasping at the touch. Her pussy was already very wet. "Looks like you get turned on talking about weddings," Lisa noted with a smile. "You have no idea," Angela said. "If we wait and have wedding talks at midnight, I'll fuck you so hard you can't walk the next day." "I like the idea of that," Lisa said. "I may take you up on that. But for now.." She leaned down and sucked gently on Angela's clit for a minute before stopping. She looked up at Angela again. "But for now.. It's time to read some more." Lisa leaned back and grabbed her book, whistling innocently. "Ohhhh, yesss.." Angela moaned. "Read some.. Wait, what?" She jerked upright, staring at Lisa with large eyes. "You wouldn't..." Lisa looked over at her and grinned. She would. Midnight approached and Angela gave an exaggerated sigh from her side of the couch as their movie finished up. She looked over at Lisa and pursed her lips. "So what will it be tonight? Will I be too young? Too female? Not done teasing me? I'm still wet, by the way." Lisa yawned and gave Angela a toothy grin. "Oh, we'll see. I'd hate for you to be disappointed in me for a whole day." "Oh, I'm not disappointed. Just wondering if I should use the vibrator," Angela huffed. Lisa reached over and ran her hand up and down Angela's leg, feeling the smooth skin. Angela did have wonderful legs, the one feature she had that was at least as nice as Lisa's equivalent. She looked up at Angela, still smiling. "Well, I think the vibrator can wait for another time. I'm sure I can think of something to do to make it up to you." Angela smiled back fondly. "That's good, because your teasing left me so horny. I'm getting off tonight one way or another." "Well in that case.." Lisa demurred. "Why don't I go get ready and you come join me just after midnight? Let's try that one again, okay?" "Are you sure? We've been making sure that I turn into something acceptable ever since," Angela said cautiously. Lisa nodded. "I know what I want to do tonight. I've been thinking about you all day, too." She stood up from the couch and stretched, cracking her neck as she did so. She glanced over at Angela. "Fifteen minutes then? Give me a few minutes to use the bathroom and then you can have that if you need it." Angela nodded. "Okay, I'll see you then. I'll text you if there's a problem." Lisa turned and headed to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She was nervous and breathing quickly and had been trying not to show Angela just how worried she was. She'd been thinking about this for a week now - since the first night she realized that she just wasn't attracted to Angela like this. Hearing Angela say it today hurt, even though it was nobody's fault. Lisa was resolved to do something special for her girl. She never wanted Angela to feel unwanted or unloved, not even for a moment. She reached the bathroom and pulled out her secret stash from under the sink. It was a small amazon box and inside it was something she could not admit to owning to anyone - not even to Angela. She opened the box and pulled out her personal makeup collection. She had ordered a few things off of Amazon the week after Angela had given her pointers and had been working on her makeup skills whenever Angela left the house to go get them food or to run errands or go to work. She'd watched tutorials on youtube, followed guides on the internet, and gone through enough makeup for any four clowns, but she had gotten acceptably proficient at exactly one look. Dark eye liner, dark eye shadow, and a bit of foundation. The most basic of all sexy looks: dark and smokey eyes. True, she didn't have any mascara, had no idea what to do with her eyelashes, and wasn't good at any makeup techniques at all. But her skin was so fair that even a little pop of dark around her eyes really made them stand out. She was sure that Angela would love it, especially coming as a surprise. And she'd be in a dimly lit room, so it didn't have to be perfect. Lisa quickly applied the various forms of makeup, muttering to herself at every little mistake. She finished with five minutes to spare before midnight, and now she had to rush to finish the rest of her getup. She opened the door and glanced out, making sure that Angela hadn't gotten up from the couch yet, then dashed into the bedroom. She closed the door and ran to the closet, pulling another box from the ground. Inside was another of her secret treasures that Angela hopefully had no idea about. It had taken her four different orders to get one that fit properly, but this fit and fit well. She tossed the box on the bed and stripped out of her clothes, throwing them back into the closet. She turned to the box and took a deep breath, trying to calm her frazzled nerves. Then she pulled out the incredibly see through and very tight red lingerie. It was a matching set - red lace bra, red thong that hugged her ass and covered next to nothing, and a very thin, see through cover that was more of an impression of lace than actual substance. Lisa had stared at herself for several minutes when she tried this one on, and could not believe that the goddess in the mirror was actually her. The bra held her breasts up in a way to flaunt and display them, and they looked enormous, perky and fantastic. She'd never had anything to put her breasts on display, and the effect was stunning. Her firm and sleek stomach was on full display, and her pussy could just be seen through the panties. She'd even shaved for this occasion, something she had never done before as a girl or guy. Lisa tossed all three pieces on, placing the box back into its space in her closet, then climbed back on the bed. She reached over to the bedside table and lit two candles that were lying there. Then she grabbed a bottle of massage oil, quickly working some up and down her legs to give them a bit of a sheen. She rolled onto her side, flinging her hair behind her and hoped that it was laying acceptably. She leaned over on her elbow, propping her head up on her arm and extended her legs out, one knee up to give a little bit of definition to her calf. She had googled "sexy ladies laying on the bed" and tried her best to imitate a girl that looked somewhat like her. She took another deep breath, heart beating a million times a minute, and then settled in to wait for her lover. This time she only had to wait for a minute or so before there was a knock at the door. "Lisa," called out a deep voice. "Are you ready? I think you'll like this one." It's go time. You can do this. "Come in," Lisa said in her best attempt at a sultry voice. It came out a little garbled and she was sure that Angela would laugh, but there was no noise from the other side of the door. After a moment, the door opened and a well toned man entered. He wasn't quite the greek god of that first night, but this was a very fine example of Instagram Gym Bro, Lisa's new favorite menu item for their nightly sex smorgasborg. He was tall, ripped, and she could already see the bulge sticking out of the loose sweats Angela had kept on. Angela stopped in the entryway, eyes sweeping across the room and locking on Lisa. "Ummm.. Lisa??" she said incredulously, taking in the lingerie and the eye makeup. "Is that.. You??" Lisa almost burst out laughing at the baffled look on her fiance's face, but she had to keep it together. "I've been waiting for you," she said, desperately trying to keep her voice even. Angela took several steps into the room, stopping at the edge of the bed. "You.. you.." she sputtered, waving her hand at Lisa. "You look fantastic! What the hell, seriously, you look like a model." Lisa blushed furiously, hoping that her red cheeks would not be visible in the dim orange light of the room. She smiled, showing her teeth, bright white against the dark makeup on her face. "Why don't you come lay here with me?" she said, patting the bed next to her. Angela did not need to be told twice. She hopped up on the bed, clambering up to lay next to Lisa, propping her own head up on a bent arm and mirroring Lisa's pose. "Those eyes! You did it so well, have you been practicing? And that lingerie! You little sneak, you have been getting things behind my back!" "What, this old thing?" Lisa said dismissively, waving a hand towards the red bra. "Why, it's just been laying around forever." Angela grinned, eyes stuck to Lisa's chest. "I've been turned into so many fantasies and I don't know if I've ever been turned into anyone hotter than you are right now. I'm so fucking hard right now." "That's what I like to hear," Lisa said, reaching out and grabbing Angela's hand. "Because I'll let you in on a little secret.." She moved his hand down to her thigh, running it over her oiled legs. She altered her grip, grabbing just one finger and guided it into the bottom of her panties, right at the intersection of her thigh and pelvis. Angela took the hint and crooked her finger in, feeling Lisa's pussy. She gasped. "You're so wet!" "I'm so horny for you, Ang," Lisa said, looking her fiance dead in the eye. "Not just when we're like this. Maybe it's not as obvious as when I was a guy, but you turn me on. The bedroom is more than just physical attraction. It's mental, it's emotional, and it's love, and we share that no matter what we look like. When we do stuff as girls, I still enjoy it. I still enjoy you. I don't have to be completely turned on every moment of every day just looking at you, because I'm turned on every moment of my life being with you." Angela was silent for a long moment, then her mouth began to quiver. She didn't cry, but Lisa could tell it was a near thing. "I needed to hear that," Angela said. "I've been so worried that you weren't attracted to me anymore. Like I could only satisfy you at night." Lisa rolled over next to the temporary man, pressing her breasts into Angela's chest. She leaned in for a deep kiss, then broke it off as Angela breathed heavily. "Angela Semmler, you satisfy me every moment of every day. Maybe these moments in here turn my body on a bit more, but as you have reminded me almost every day since the first.. I am more than just the body I exist in. What makes me me and us us is about what's in here" - she tapped her head - "and in here" - she put her hand over her heart. There was another long silence and this time a tear did roll down Angela's cheeks. "What did I ever do to deserve you, Miss Reynolds?" she whispered. "I could say the same thing, Miss Semmler," Lisa replied. "Now.." She leaned back, opening up space in between the two of them. She gently pushed on Angela's chest and rolled her fiance onto her back. "Oh, are you going to try top again? We have only done that a few times," Angela said excitedly. "I thought we'd try something new tonight," Lisa said, heart racing again. She moved down closer to the foot of the bed and then turned, crossing Angela's legs to kneel in between them. She raised herself up, stretching to full extension and pulled the see-through wrap from her shoulders and allowing her breasts to be on full display. She could see that Angela's cock was straining to be free and it stuck straight up through the soft sweatpants. "Are you going to straddle me?" Angela asked, curious and excited. Anything new in the bedroom was like catnip for someone that had seen a thousand different things. But Lisa knew that Angela had never experienced this one for herself. Not even once. Lisa bent down, bringing her face low and kissing Angela's stomach. Her abs were hard and firm, faintly visible in the low light. Lisa reached up and ran her fingers across the knots of muscle, and Angela jumped. Then Lisa traced her fingers down lower, hooking two of them into the band of the pants and giving a light tug. Angela got the hint and raised her butt off the ground, and Lisa smoothly slid the pants down to Angela's thighs. Angela's cock sprang free, and it was a beauty - seven inches, hard and thick and delicious. It's a shame she's not going to fuck me with that monster. I bet that one would feel really good. Lisa's lips parted in obvious lust and her eyes flickered up to make eye contact with Angela. She slowly ran her tongue down Angela's stomach. Angela's eyes widened. "What are you..?" She cut off as Lisa traced her tongue down Angela's stomach, taking hold of the hard shaft with her left hand. She lifted her head up slightly and hesitated just above the cock, letting the full impact of what was about to happen sink in to Angela. She licked her lips, wetting them, staring at the cock. She'd been thinking about this for a week, but actually being here on the bed, in nothing but lingerie and with the cock straining at her mouth, made it feel so much more real. Every fiber in her previous life would have told her that this was gay, that she didn't want to do this. She took a long look at the cock, her mouth salivating and her pussy wet with desire. Things had changed. She wasn't that person anymore, even after just three weeks. There were reservations aplenty to doing this, but she knew her body. She wanted the cock, and almost needed it. She was just as horny as Angela, and the sight of a thick dick like this one made her quiver. She'd been fucked a dozen times now, and each time she enjoyed it more than the last. After eyeing the cock for a second, she tipped her head forward, parting her lips, and slowly slid them around the tip of the shaft. She bobbed down, taking in an inch of the cock until it felt like her mouth was somewhat full. She held here for a moment, mind filled with wonder. I can't believe I'm sucking Angela's cock. I've thought about it for a week, but actually doing it.. Three weeks ago, even at the end of that first week, this would have seemed inconceivable. But this isn't that bad. Her eyes wandered up to find Angela's and she nearly laughed again. Angela was staring down at her, eyes bulging and completely shocked. She had never even thought about asking for a blowjob, had not once considered it. It was just not something that happened to her, though she'd given hundreds of them. Remembering that gave Lisa reason enough to go on. Their conversation earlier, about Angela not feeling as wanted as she used to be - that gave Lisa reason enough to make it something to remember. She slowly pulled back, making sure to press her lips together as much as she could. She'd obviously never done this before, but she had received a number of them and watched a couple of "how to" videos this week. She knew that there were a number of techniques one could use to make things more special, but she wasn't worried about any of them tonight. Just running up and down the shaft was probably going to be enough to make Angela cum. Lisa flicked her tongue down and around the tip of the cock, trying to focus on places that she knew had given her the most pleasure. Being an amature at this didn't matter if you'd experienced a hundred blowjobs and knew exactly which points were the most sensitive. She found the frenulum and teased it with her tongue, running the tip of her tongue along the sensitive strip of skin. Angela jerked in her grasp and she heard her fiance gasp. Inwardly, Lisa smiled. This was exactly the reaction she was going for. Lisa closed her lips around the shaft once more and squeezed her soft lips together, lowering her head and taking in more of Angela's cock. She was not going to deep throat it, but she figured she was taking in several inches this time. It honestly wasn't too bad. The thought of having a cock in her mouth was worse than the actuality of having one in her mouth. This wasn't so different from doing the same thing with a banana or a hot dog. She glanced up at Angela, who was writhing on the bed in pleasure with every bob of Lisa's head. Yes, this was totally worth doing. She deserves it. She began to find her rhythm, bobbing up and down on Angela's cock. Nobody would ever mistake her for a master, but it didn't seem to matter to Angela, who was breathing fast and gasping every few seconds. In fact, it only took a minute or two before Lisa felt the cock begin to tense up under her fingers. "Lisa," Angela gasped, looking down and making eye contact. "We need to stop.. I'm going to cum." Lisa stared her fiance down, pausing for one moment before taking the shaft back into her mouth, deeper than she had before. Angela groaned, hands clenching the bed and hips twitching, as if trying to restrain herself from thrusting into Lisa's mouth. Her shaft was twitching, and Lisa knew what that meant from personal experience. It was time for the grand finale. She did her best to speed up, bobbing up and down as fast as she could manage while still keeping her lips locked onto Angela. She squeezed with her hand around the base - not running it up and down the shaft like she was supposed to. She didn't feel like she was ready for that, sure that the added motion would make her lose control of her rhythm. There was always next time for that. Lisa realized with a start that she wanted there to be a next time. She was actually enjoying herself. Being able to pleasure Angela had always been one of her favorite things to do, and this was total control. Angela moaned and writhed and groaned and she had all of the power over what happened. She could slow down and tease, she could deep throat, she could suck harder or softer, she could use her hands, or she could involve the balls a bit more. There were so many things to do and she'd only tapped the barest surface of possibilities. I will definitely do this again. I learned how to get really good at oral before, and I'm going to do it again. Then Angela howled and her cock pulsed in Lisa's hands and everything shook as a huge spurt of cum shot into Lisa's waiting mouth. The shock of it almost overwhelmed her. She'd been ready for this - or so she thought - but there was so much more of it than she expected. She gagged, reflexively swallowing the first load, but there was more coming and more after that. She took as much as she could before jerking back, allowing the cock to fall free from her mouth and swallowing what she still had, gasping for breath. Angela continued to cum in Lisa's hand, shooting semen all over Lisa's neck and left shoulder. Lisa managed to hold onto the cock with her hand, squeezing as hard as she could, not wanting to ruin Angela's big moment. Well THAT part sucked, she thought as she gasped for air. Going to have to learn how to handle that. Cum is fucking GROSS. Ah well, I didn't really like the taste of pussy either, maybe it's something I can get over with time. Angela finally stopped pulsing and collapsed back into the bed, drained and tired and happy. She opened her eyes and looked down at Lisa, and for the first time Lisa noticed that Angela had tears in her eyes again. "You didn't have to do that, my love," she whispered, reaching a hand up to grab Lisa's wrist. "I wanted to," Lisa said clearly, still breathing a little hard. "You're going to be my wife, and this is part of what we are now. I've always wanted to get you off. I wanted this to be special." Angela's lips quivered and her skin began to melt away as her transformation to herself began anew. "But now I can't do anything for you," she said quietly. "You already did something for me. You're you," Lisa said firmly, wiping cum from her lips with her free hand. She eyed it, knowing that in porn the woman would always clean her hands up and eat all the cum. Well, fuck porn. She looked around and leaned over to the side of the bed to grab a box of tissues. She proceeded to wipe herself clean, thankful that none had gotten in her hair. By the time she finished, Angela was back to herself. She sat up in bed, tits on full display. For the thousandth time, Lisa smiled to herself as she took in the nude form of her partner. Angela truly was a beautiful woman in her own right, if not supernaturally attractive like Lisa. Lisa didn't feel the yearn to do anything with her fiance now, but that was okay. Sometimes sex was an equal partnership and sometimes one person or the other got to have a special night, and that was just fine with Lisa. She turned around and scooted to the back of the bed, sitting next to Angela and leaning her head onto Angela's shoulder. "Let's find a beach somewhere special," she whispered, grabbing Angela's hand fiercely. She took a deep breath and admitted something to herself before speaking it aloud. "I'm ready to be your wife." Chapter 14 The next two months saw Lisa and Angela establish new routines in their lives. Much like they had the previous year, the couple would head to a gym before Angela had a chance to run into anyone. She would wear her "Nobody is touching me" clothes and they would sit and watch the gym patrons, waiting for a girl to eye some of the more attractive men. Sometimes they made a game of it - Lisa would stand around in yoga pants and wait for a guy to hit on her, and if a girl looked jealous or gave Lisa the stink eye, Angela would quietly go tap the other girl on the arm. The gym was only a little less successful than it had been before. Men were more open about ogling women in yoga pants, and it was a little harder to catch women eyeing up the men. There were several times they couldn't find anyone and ended up just picking the most attractive girl in the place, taking a chance that she would like something Lisa would find attractive. It just wasn't as big of a problem if Angela transformed into the wrong gender as it had been previously. The two of them lived a lesbian relationship twenty hours a day already and going down on Angela was not nearly as scary as anything Brian had endured. Most nights Angela transformed into some version of an attractive, well- built man, and those were the sessions that each of them lived for. Angela was in good shape and perfectly capable of following up on her promise from earlier - there were mornings that Lisa had trouble walking after she was railed the night before. Lisa for her part learned how to use her body. How to squeeze and contract around Angela's cock. How to use her hips to ride forward and backward and grind against Angela. The various positions where she was the one in control, something that very much appealed to what remained of her male psyche. Generally they worked on their normal intercourse, perfecting positions or skills. But some nights they worked on the other arts. Lisa soon grew to enjoy giving blowjobs, though she never discovered the taste or feeling of cum. She loved that feeling of power she held over Angela during such times. The teasing, the knowledge that things were going how she desired. There were few things more erotic for Lisa than to make Angela moan uncontrollaby, to beg for more - as a man. By the end of the second month, nobody would have known that the two of them began the year having sex as the opposite gender. That is not to say that there were no problems along the way. The first of these happened two days after Lisa pledged anew her desire to get married. She woke up feeling off, not quite sure what was wrong. Her stomach was in flux, and there was a strange feeling in her groin. It was unpleasant, like a headache for her pelvis. She reached down and massaged the area, wondering just what was going on. When she pulled her hand back, there was blood on her fingers. Lisa screamed. Angela was in the room in a moment, out of breath and eyes wide. She looked around, sure that there was an intruder or something seriously amiss. When she spied Lisa's bloody hand, she relaxed. "Oh, thank God," Angela said with relief. "I wondered when that was going to happen." "Why am I bleeding!?" Lisa shrieked, looking at Angela in concern. Angela stared at her expectantly, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, is it something I should know?" Lisa said, her voice calming somewhat. "Something that happens to.. Oh my God." "There we go!" Angela said with a laugh. "Welcome to truly being a woman." Lisa sighed, looking down at her bloody hand. "I guess I need a quick lesson on reproductive health today." Angela grinned. "Come on to the bathroom and I'll teach you about the wonderful world of menstrual cramps." "Fuck me," said Lisa. The next issue that they had to resolve was just how to make Lisa legal again. They had done their research and knew that in New York State, transgendered people were allowed to request a new birth certificate designating them as a new gender. The process for doing so wasn't fast, but it was straightforward. The same occurred with her driver's license. After they obtained the two, they requested a court order showing her new female identity as valid and were then able to obtain a passport and new social security information. By early April, Brian was legally - and forevermore - born anew as Lisa B Reynolds. Somewhere around that time, Lisa made the decision to text her old friends and inform them that Brian had suffered a nervous breakdown at his accounting firm and gone to Mexico to live on the beach for a while - and that he would let them know when he was coming back. Lisa wasn't sure if she could ever truly tell anyone what was going on in her life. It was possible to explain being a woman, but it was not possible to explain being a woman that looked absolutely nothing like Brian. Sexual Reassignment Surgery had come a long way, but she was almost a foot shorter! It was simply not believable, and she could not tell them about Angela's curse. Leaving her friends behind had hurt, but no worse than other pain she had already suffered that year. On the whole, getting her life back on track had proven to not be as difficult as she would have thought back in early January. In fact, Lisa felt that she was settling in rather well. She could go out in public in feminine clothes now - sometimes even skin tight items that revealed all of her generous curves. Dresses and skirts were no longer off limits, though she still preferred leggings and jeans. Shopping trips with Angela happened more frequently, and the pair could sometimes be found giggling over cute guys and tops. Lisa worked out at the gym three times a week, attempting to keep the gorgeous body she had been blessed with. Fortunately, Brian had been an avid gym-goer, so this wasn't a painful transition. By the second month at the gym, Lisa was wearing the same tight yoga pants, trainers, and sports bra that so many other girls wore. In fact, she noted wryly to Angela on one of the occasions when they went together, she looked exactly like all the hot instagram girls Angela had turned into the previous year. There were a few hangups in the bedroom, as well. As Brian had discovered the previous year, Angela did not always turn into something normal in the bedroom. Brian had enjoyed some of these and hated others, but the simple truth of the matter is that most people have some sort of secret fetish and attractive women are no exception to this rule. The only question is just how far away from normal those fetishes lie. Their second encounter - the first being the young boy - with something other than their own proclivities came a week after her first menstrual cycle at the end of January. Lisa had gotten the hang of sex fairly well during that first month, and was fast on her way to becoming a woman in mind as well as body. But in that first month, she still thought more like Brian, still had some of his preferences for how things should be in the bedroom. Lisa wanted control and did not want to show weakness - or she thought she did. That was how Brian and Angela had generally had sex - he would lead, and she would follow. But that all began to change on that fateful night when Lisa found out that maybe not being in control could be erotic as well. "Ang, could you get the lights when you come in? I forgot to turn off the kitchen when I came to bed," Lisa shouted. She was tucked in bed under the blankets waiting for Angela to finish up in the bathroom. The last couple of nights had gone really well - Lisa had given Angela her third blowjob, and for the first time she had used her mouth on Angela's balls. That had received rave reviews, and Lisa was eager to try it again, sure that her skills were improving. After a moment, Angela appeared in the door, another fine example of Gym Bro. She had a slight frown on her face, and eyed Lisa distastefully. "Do not tell me what to do," she said firmly, eyes watching Lisa's face for disagreement. What the hell? Lisa took a moment to figure out this new wrinkle. They hadn't had any strange bed nights in a bit. "So you don't want me to correct you?" she asked hesitantly. Angela's frown deepened. "No. And you are to refer to me as Mister unless I say otherwise." Mister? What the hell is she playing at? "Well, okay, mister, but the kitchen lights still need turned off," Lisa said slowly. "Should I get them?" Angela's lips compressed into a thin line. "Yes. Go get the lights, Lisa. Now." Lisa rolled out of bed, nipples hardening in the cooler air of the room. "Okay, okay, I'll do it. Jeez, I didn't think it was a big deal." She walked to the bedroom door, but Angela did not move out of the way. "You did not call me Mister," Angela said, staring down at Lisa. "Sorry, I forgot," said Lisa. "Uhh, Mister," she added quickly, seeing Angela's face darken. "That is the second time," Angela said roughly, letting a little anger show. "That deserves a punishment." Lisa grinned. "A punishment? Are you going to spank me, daddy?" "Do not dictate to me. And you will call me Mister," Angela said angrily. She reached out and took hold of Lisa, turning her around to face the bed. "What are you do-" Lisa's question was cut off abruptly as Angela did spank her. Lisa gasped, completely and totally shocked. She had never in her life been spanked by anybody, much less by Angela. Before she'd even taken another breath, Angela's hand fell a second time, and then a third. They were quick slaps, not overly hard, but firm enough that they stung. Lisa was sure that her ass had three red hand prints burning on the cheeks. "What is my name?" Angela asked. Lisa took two breaths to calm herself. She had seriously miscalculated what was going on here. "Mister." "And what did I tell you to do?" Lisa had to think for a moment. "I'll go get the kitchen lights." Angela nodded. "Good. Get them and come right back here." Lisa nodded once, scurrying out of the room. Her ass hurt, and she was sure that she was waddling a little bit. Of all the fucking nerve! Angela had spanked her. Like a child! Nobody did that to her. She was absolutely not going to blow him tonight. That was reserved for Nice Angela, not whoever this jerk was. She turned off the kitchen lights and went back to the bedroom, stopping at the door next to Angela. "The lights are out, Mister. What should I do now?" Angela didn't say anything. She placed a firm hand on Lisa's back and started walking to the bed, half shoving-half dragging Lisa along with her. That arm felt like a rod of steel against Lisa's shoulders. "Hey, what are you doing?" Lisa said involuntarily. She regretted the words as soon as she said them, having both questioned Angela and omitted the required Mister. Angela threw Lisa forward to the bed, and then bent her over it, stomach and face pressed down into the bedspread and legs still standing on the ground. Another loud slap - harder than the first three - cracked across her ass and Lisa squealed involuntarily. "What is my name?" Angela asked calmly. "Mister," Lisa croaked from the bed. This was not going at all how she had planned. A part of her was utterly outraged at being treated this way. It wasn't the pain - that was minor. It was the complete lack of control. The remnants of Brian howled in her head, demanded that she fix this. And yet.. at the same time another voice was speaking in Lisa's head, one that she had never noticed at all. As a fourth slap cracked across her ass, she squealed again, but her voice was higher and lusty. More turned on. Her pussy was wet, she realized, and the new voice in her head began to drown out Brian's anger with its own impassioned cries. More. Lisa moaned against the bed, both annoyed and turned on at the spanking she was receiving. After a moment, Angela stopped. "Good. You are doing well, Lisa. What is my name?" "Mister," Lisa said promptly, enjoying the word this time. Angela rolled her over so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her butt stung, but the blankets made it a dull thing, not terribly badly. Her eyes were groin level with Angela, and her erect cock stuck straight out towards Lisa's face. Angela took hold of Lisa's hair, gripping it firmly. She looked down and made eye contact with Lisa, staring at her for a moment. "Suck it," Angela commanded. More. Lisa felt an utter thrill for a moment, Brian's voice fading in her mind. The cock loomed in front of her and she didn't hesitate. She immediately took it into her mouth and began blowing Angela for all she was worth. She did not take her time and didn't worry about technique - she simply sucked. Angela pushed her head inwards and bucked her hips at the same time, thrusting her cock into Lisa's mouth. Lisa gagged for a moment as the cock went deeper than she was used to, but quickly got used to the new rhythm. Angela was fucking her face - not overly hard, still gently - but the message was clear. Someone was in control, and someone was not. Shame rolled over Lisa, shame at being used like this, at being dominated, at the utter lack of command - and yet she loved it at the same time. That voice in the back of her head, the one crying out for more.. It wanted to be taken. She was so horny that she was aching, pussy soaked and nipples hard. Lisa had not been this turned on as a woman ever before. She quickly brought Angela to the edge of cumming, but Angela pulled her cock out of Lisa's face. She looked up at him questioningly. "Mister?" she asked. "Get on your knees," Angela said. Lisa immediately sank down off the bed, falling to her knees, ready to continue the blowjob. "No, on the bed. The other way," Angela said. Lisa's eyes widened. They had never done it like that before. "But, Mister.." "Do not question me," Angela said. Lisa clambered back onto the bed, not needing to be told twice. She got down onto her hands and knees, mouth hanging open, sure that she had never been this wet before. She spread her legs to give her Mister better access to her pussy. Angela climbed onto the bed and pressed her cock against Lisa, then sliding it in, hard and deep and fast. Lisa's ass slammed against Angela's hard thighs and the sting made Lisa gasp - but it felt soooo good. She moaned loudly, throwing caution to the wind. She squeezed her hips and bucked her legs, trying to take him in as much as she could. "What.. is.. my.. name?" Angela grunted in between thrusts. "MISTER!!" screamed Lisa unabashedly. More! Mister was very quickly added to the lexicon of inside sex jokes between the two. Whenever Lisa was sarcastic or annoying, Angela would threaten her with a return of Mister Angela. When Angela was being a catty bitch, Lisa would inform her that Mister Angela was a douche. But Mister had unlocked something between the two, something that made their daytime female activities more amenable. Angela was the more confident and in control of the two personality wise, but Brian had always liked being in control in the bedroom. Angela didn't mind this as she was completely malleable sexually - a side result of becoming someone new every night for a decade. That one night had unlocked a previously hidden turn on for Lisa - she loved being submissive in the bedroom. There were still nights that Brian won out and she wanted control, but on the whole she would rather follow than lead. That was the beginning of their sexual renaissance outside of the midnight transformation windows. Even though Lisa wasn't particularly turned on by Angela's body - and Angela only a little more so by Lisa - they both enjoyed venturing a little bit into their submissive and dominant sides. They weren't going overly far - Lisa was terrified by the thought of leathers and whips and gags - but handcuffs and ties and spanking and dildos were all allowed. Mister made a return at these times, despite the inappropriate pronoun for Angela, and Lisa found that being "forced" to give oral sex made the experience much more fun for her. This kindling relit the fire in their daily routine, returning much of their pre-Lisa passion to the bedroom. Lisa spent the day after hoping for a return of Mister to their bed. Unfortunately, the very next night they had the complete opposite experience. The pair were lying in bed waiting for midnight. Lisa propped herself up on one arm, looking over at her naked fiance. She reached over and ran a finger over Angela's nipple, then grabbed a hand and pulled it down to her own pussy. "I have a secret," she whispered conspiratorially. "Oh," Angela said with a raised eyebrow. She crooked her finger to rub Lisa's wet pussy. "I think I can tell what the secret is." "That's not the secret, babe," Lisa said. She leaned over to whisper into Angela's ear. "I want you to spank me again." Angela laughed. "Someone enjoyed last night I see." Lisa grinned, her cheeks burning a little red. "I hated it at first. But then.. There's something about you just.. taking me. It made me feel so sexy. I wanted to please you so badly." "You used to do that to me sometimes, especially when you were drunk. You'd just throw me on the bed and dominate me," Angela said wistfully. "I miss that part." "Well, now you can do it to me," Lisa said hopefully. "Maybe I can try it with a strap-on for you?" Angela shook her head. "It wouldn't be the same. You need physical stature to pull off the part I liked. You're smaller than me!" The clock beeped beside them and Angela's changes started. As always, the inside parts happened first, and each could tell that Angela would not be a huge, ripped man this time. When she gained a foot of height and a ton of bulk, there were always more cracks and pops from bones and tendons stretching. Angela did still become a male, albeit a shorter one without much in the way of muscles. Lisa eyed this new man with a bit of regret. She'd hoped for a repeat of last night, but she wasn't sure that this version of Angela could pull it off. But there was still a cock, and it was hard and long enough, so it would still do. Maybe she'd practice her blowjobs again. Angela looked at Lisa with interest. Her eyes lowered, taking in Lisa's fabulous breasts, and her face lit up. She looked up at Lisa with wide eyes. "Well, what do you think?" Lisa asked, following Angela's eyes down. Lisa enjoyed the attention, even if Angela was being awfully coy about it. Angela reached out and touched one of the breasts, then leaned in and licked at Lisa's nipple. Lisa smiled, pulling Angela in. She did enjoy her breasts being played with, even if it wasn't what she really wanted at the moment. After a second, Angela took a nipple into her mouth and began to suck on it, softly at first but with increasing vigor. Soon it was clear that she wasn't trying to pleasure Lisa. "Angela?" Lisa asked softly as the other woman suckled her breast. "What are you doing?" Angela pulled back, mouth still working the air as if connected to an invisible nipple. "Did I do something wrong, Mommy? Do I need to be punished?" "God damnit," said Lisa. Mommy entered the teasing bank just as swiftly as Mister, and was used almost as frequently. Angela might catch a glimpse of Lisa's wet tits after a shower and would grin. "Better put those away, Mommy." "You're going to make a child very happy someday, Mommy." "Mommy, I need to go to the bathroom." These comments always made Lisa groan, while Angela laughed uproariously. But secretly they had another effect on Lisa. On one such occasion, as Angela giggled her way to the bedroom, Lisa had paused, eyeing her breasts in the mirror. She reached down and felt at her pussy, and the other hand reached up to massage her nipple. She had never once thought of these things as anything other than for sex. Breasts were to be touched and massaged. Pussies were to be eaten or fucked. But that wasn't their true function. Lisa could be a mommy now, as far as she knew. She might one day give birth to a child through this vagina, might have a child suckling on these tits. That thought made her eyes go wide - and she realized that while it was a new and strange thing to think about, it didn't make her shy away in fear. It was the first day that Lisa truly felt like a woman. Not every transformation led to the two of them having sex. Sometimes they were not compatible, and on occasion Angela had to be locked into the bathroom for the night, as she had been when she was a bit too young for sex. One time she had become some type of bird, and Lisa shut her in the bedroom, then listened to Angela's incessant squawking for the remainder of the night. That was the first time they received a noise complaint from a neighbor. In March, Lisa spent her monthly cycle working on perfecting her blowjob techniques. She was getting quite good, having worked in the balls and her tongue and breathing and using her hands all while sucking on various parts of the shaft. She could even deep throat without gagging sometimes, though more often she had to stop after doing it once. She was determined to work on edging Angela, on finding ways to extend their nightly sex sessions since they ended once either one of them climaxed - and Lisa was getting all too good at making Angela cum quickly. She waited eagerly on the couch for her muscled man to return - they had watched the transformation together, but Angela had to use the bathroom before doing anything. Lisa was dreading ever running into someone with a urine fetish - the thought of getting peed on did not appeal to her. Angela walked back to the couch, but her cock was not hard as it usually was by this point. Normally, just thinking about Lisa's body was enough to do it. Well, I guess I can tease her back to life. Lisa reached out to take hold of the cock, but Angela took a step back. Lisa looked up at her fiance questioningly. "Ummm," Angela said. "I think I want something different tonight." "What kind of different?" Lisa asked suspiciously. "Do you think you could call up one of your friends and have him come fuck you? I just want to watch," Angela said quickly. Her cock started to stiffen as she said it. "What!?" Lisa said. "You want me to cheat on you?" "Not cheat," Angela said. "I'm giving you permission. I really just want to watch. And maybe touch myself.." Lisa groaned. "I am not sleeping with anyone else, Angela. It's just us. Always." Angela sighed. "I really appreciate that, my love. The part of me that is me thinks you are just the sweetest person imaginable." "And the part of you that isn't you?" Lisa prompted. "Just wants to watch you get railed by someone else," Angela said. Lisa sighed, then patted the couch next to her. "I guess we can just watch a movie tonight and do nothing then, because I will not sleep with anyone besides you." It was Angela's turn to groan. "I both love and hate how amazing you are right now. It would be so hot." I didn't think anything would be worse than Mommy play. In early April, three months into Lisa becoming a woman, the pair were taken on another adventure down fetish lane. Angela changed into a relatively normal looking man, which surprised Lisa. Most women wanted someone tall and muscular, but this version of Angela was less attractive than Brian had been. Definitely not the Adonis that Lisa had become used to. But it was a man, and Lisa wasn't overly picky - she only got cock once a day and she was not going to miss a chance. "Shall we take this to the bedroom, then?" Lisa asked. Angela looked around the room from her side of the couch. "No," she said slowly. "I don't think that is what I want." Oh boy. "Something new? Should I guess?" Lisa asked cautiously. Angela shook her head, as if trying to clear it. She eyed Lisa hungrily, and Lisa could see the bulge in her pants. At least that much was normal. So what was new? "I think.. I want to go for a ride," Angela said softly. Lisa's eyebrows rose. "On the subway?" Angela nodded. The section of the city they lived in wasn't particularly dangerous at night, though caution was always useful. The subway would be mostly empty at this hour, with more drunks filling it after two when many of the bars closed. "Yeah. Let's go." They bundled up and walked to the nearest subway stop, noting the empty benches. There were only a few people here, and Angela walked to the far end of the platform, away from everyone. This was the first time Lisa had been out this late as a woman, and even though she was with Angela, she realized for the first time why women are more cautious out by themselves after dark. Everyone here could overpower me at any moment. Their train arrived and Angela hurriedly scanned the cars nearest them, selecting one that had nobody inside. Most were empty, though some had a few late night stragglers - wall street types returning home after a long day, and some early bar patrons that hadn't made it until closing. They walked to the end of the train, fifty feet and a car away from the nearest other people. The subway started moving and the lights dimmed. They had six minutes until the next stop and eleven until the stop after that. Lisa looked around. "Okay, we're on the train. Now what?" Angela grinned. "Now we do it." "What, on the train? Do you have a subway fetish?" Lisa asked incredulously. "No," Angela said bluntly. "Public. I want to do it somewhere where we can get caught. It's such a thrill. I'm shocked I've never realized how hot this is." Lisa glanced around nervously. The train to their left was completely unoccupied, but the one to the right had people that could see them if they turned and looked. "Are you sure about this?" Angela pulled her pants down to reveal a very hard cock. "Absolutely sure." Lisa eyed it hungrily, beginning to get turned on herself in spite of everything. "If we get arrested, this is all your fault." Angela leaned back and gestured for Lisa to use her mouth. "Nobody could arrest you. You're far too cute. Too good at blowjobs, too." "Thanks babe," Lisa said with a grin. "You definitely know the way to a girl's heart." Lisa purchased Angela a toy train set the very next day, setting it up on the kitchen table while Angela was at work. It ran a small circle around the table, and she included a small card which read, "For the love of my life. My daring, mysterious, and horny train-man." With it she included a lovely wedding binder, full of resorts and venues and caterers the world over. She had just finished baking cookies - a new skill she was acquiring during her long layoff - when Angela walked in the door. "That smells good," Angela called from the entry. Lisa smiled to herself. "Come have one, then." Angela walked into the kitchen and stopped. The train rambled around the tracks, tooting its small horn intermittently. The wedding binder was on proud display, with the words "My Lovely Wife" written across the front. She walked forward slowly and read the card, then set it down. She looked up at Lisa, tears already flowing. "Lisa.. I don't know what to say." Lisa walked over and kissed her beloved, then pulled her to the bedroom. Sometimes you just didn't need to say anything. Chapter 15 The month of April was spent looking through the wedding binder, google, and instagram to pick their fantasy wedding destination. Lisa ruled out inviting her friends early on, and Angela didn't have any friends close enough to invite across the world. The only invitees would be Jack and Theresa, and each of them were comfortable with that. Angela's family had a long history of women who held themselves apart from others - for obvious reasons. The only people that had attended her parents wedding had been their parents. By mid month the pair had narrowed things down to two destinations, and they decided to base their final decision based on the price and the amenities offered. After making several calls, they decided that there really only was one choice: they would be headed to Fiji. Angela had always wanted to stay in an over the ocean bungalow, and Lisa loved the combination of the ocean and mountainous rainforest terrain. They were able to book two resorts for three weeks in October - one in a bungalow and two in an air conditioned honeymoon suite, with the wedding falling in between on the beach. Jack and Theresa were going to stay at the bungalow for the first week and then leave the newlyweds alone for some private time. Angela wasn't sure if they were going elsewhere on Fiji, home, or gallivanting off to another south pacific island. The pair travelled often these days, staying in Arizona for roughly half the year and off seeing the world for the other half. The entire wedding would be taken care of by the resort. Angela had several long email chains detailing the flowers she wanted, the cake, and the beach setup. Fortunately, the resort took care of several weddings each week and had options to cover nearly any request. Lisa did not know what the final price tag was, and did not want to ask. Jack had set a maximum budget with Angela, and Lisa did not know that number, either. She was content to let the two of them haggle over money, especially since she herself was not currently bringing home anything. "I think we have the resort and details finalized," Angela said one morning as she was getting ready for work. "I made the final deposit last night." Lisa grunted. "Do I want to know what Jack paid out yesterday?" Angela grinned. "You don't. But he paid it willingly. He's only got the one daughter to dote on, you know." "He's about to have two," Lisa pointed out. "Where's my doting? Dotage? What's the plural of dote, anyway?" "Doting," Angela replied. "Dotage is something else entirely." "Fine, doting. Where's mine?" asked Lisa. "You're getting an awesome wedding, too," Angela replied. Lisa smiled. "Oh yeah, that thing." "Yes, that thing. Speaking of that thing, you have two more jobs to do and I can't be around for either one of them," Angela said. "I think I know what they are, but humor me," Lisa said. "You need to pick out your wedding ring like we agreed. And your dress. And whatever clothes you want to bring to Fiji. It's going to be eighty and humid the entire time," Angela noted. Lisa nodded. "Yeah, I need warm weather clothes in general. It's getting a bit hot for sweaters." Angela raised an eyebrow at Lisa. "Do you think you're up to a solo shopping trip? You haven't picked anything out without me yet." "I picked out the lingerie," Lisa pointed out. "From a store, I mean. Browsing." Lisa nodded. "It's been five months, Ang. I've blown you dozens of times. I wear yoga pants that show off my ass to the gym all the time now. I'm more girly than you." "Sometimes, maybe. But sometimes Brian rears his thoughts and ideas and you freak out about doing something that isn't manly, and that can get ugly," Angela said. Lisa sighed. "You're right. But I have to get my big girl shopping card done sometime, right? This needs to be it. I'll be fine, Mister." Angela grinned back. "I'd hope so. I'd like to think my Mommy could go shopping without me." Lisa pursed her lips. "I will take this pussy away from you, Angela, if you don't watch your mouth." Angela laughed and leaned in for a quick kiss. "You can't do that. You can't get enough of me." Lisa grabbed the other woman's head and held her in for a longer kiss than Angela had planned. She slipped a hand down Angela's leggings and brushed her clit, sticking two fingers into her pussy. Angela squealed and jumped back. "You devil, I have to go to work! Now I'm gonna be wet all day thinking about you." "About that," Lisa said. "I've been meaning to have a chat about the balance of power we've got going on. You get to try out being in charge when we're both women, and then I want you to do it when you're a man. I still have those desires sometimes, when do I get to be in charge?" "Anytime you want, my love," Angela said. "I'm yours to command." It was Lisa's turn to grin. "Oh, good. About that, I think I've got something for that favor you still owe me." Angela's smile vanished and she eyed Lisa suspiciously. "Oh, great. What is it now?" Lisa pulled out a box from her lap, unveiling the product. It was a vibrator, but not one that either of them had used before. This one attached to a phone via wifi and could be turned on or off remotely - by someone else. "I think I'd like you to wear this all day today at work. I wouldn't want you to forget about me." Angela sighed, looking at the box. "You're going to get me in trouble at work." "Oh, and I'd like you to text me often today, you know. Let me know what you're doing," Lisa giggled. She handed Angela the box and stood up. "Have fun at work, babe!" "Great," Angela said. "I'm gonna be so horny I'll be touching myself in the bathroom." Angela turned to leave, taking the box with her and Lisa gave her a solid whack on the ass. The other woman turned around, eyes wide and indignant. "Have fun at work, Mister!" Lisa deadpanned. "You'll pay for this one," Angela grumbled. An hour later, Lisa was out browsing for her dress at a nice bridal place downtown. Her goal today was to find her dress and her ring, and if she was feeling extra shoppy, some swimsuits. She knew exactly what she wanted for a ring, had some idea as to her dress, but was not at all sure how skimpy she wanted to go on the swimsuit. Wearing lingerie for Angela in the bedroom was one thing, but a two piece string bikini on the beach with hundreds of other people around? Men to ogle her tits and ass? That was stretching her comfort level quite a bit. She might have the body of a beach model, but her mind was only halfway there. Lisa sighed, looking around at the lovely white gowns. She wasn't sure what she was doing here, and the price of these things was downright exorbitant. Many girls - Angela included - grew up dreaming about their wedding. They knew where they wanted to have it, how it should look, and what they were going to wear. Lisa had none of that. She hadn't thought about getting married until last year, and had never once considered what she would wear, even as a guy. She certainly had not considered what she would wear if she were magically changed from a man to a woman in between getting engaged and getting married. She knew she wanted to wear a dress, that much was certain. She wasn't Brian anymore, not even a little bit. She loved giving blowjobs and getting spanked and wearing tight pants that showed off every curve of her tight little ass. But she didn't have a history with wedding dresses. They meant nothing to her, nothing besides being a fancy white dress. She wanted to look good, sure, but did it have to be like this? Her phone beeped and she picked it up. A text from Angela - perfect. This was bound to take her mind off of dresses. Angela: Going into a meeting. Now is not a good time. Lisa grinned to herself. Now seemed like exactly the right time. She swapped over to the vibrator app and thumbed the little device on, setting it to a low rumble that wouldn't be heard by anyone but would definitely be felt by Angela. She smiled to herself, waiting for a minute for the response she knew was coming. Right on cue, her phone buzzed again. Angela: I never should have agreed to this. Lisa laughed delightedly, jumping the vibrator up to its maximum for two seconds and then levelling it back to a low buzz. She put her phone back in her pocket, leaving the vibrator going for the foreseeable future. Temporary distraction over, Lisa looked around again, eyeing the lavish upper class room in distaste. She wanted to be a woman.. Well, as much as she could have ever expected. She had long since made her peace. But she wanted to be the type of woman that was still her, and none of these fancy thousand-dollar dresses fit Lisa. An older sales lady walked up, eyeing Lisa up and down. She was certainly judging Lisa's clothes and finding her lack of money wanting. "May I help you, Miss..?" said the woman. "No, thank you," Lisa said as she turned to leave. "I think I'm all finished here." Ring shopping was much easier. As a man, she had always loved the look of black metal rings, occasionally with a splash of color. Often these rings were thick and clunky, suitable for men's beefier fingers. Lisa had tiny, dainty little hands now, and her fingers were long and thin, so a wider ring would no longer do. The black metal ring still appealed to her, though. Her tastes had not changed on that, even though it wasn't classically a feminine ring. It was the one nod to her past life that she gave herself. She only went to two jewelry stores before she found what she was looking for. They each had black metal rings, but the first only had six millimeter width rings at the narrowest. Those were too wide for Lisa's fingers. She was looking for a two millimeter wide band, and her ring size was a six, and most men did not have measurements anywhere near that small. The second store had a much better selection, though the woman helping her gave her a strange look when she asked about black metal tungsten rings. She found a ring that was the requisite width, but a size too large - but could be ordered in the correct size. It was black metal with silver plating on the inside and bottom half of the outside of the ring. It was exactly the sort of ring Brian would have gotten, albeit much smaller, and Lisa was quite content with it. The ring was less than a hundred dollars as well, which made her happy. She didn't like being so dependent on Jack, and she was determined to pay for her items for the wedding from her own dwindling savings. Lisa debated going back for more dress shopping, but the thought made her a little nauseous. She checked her phone and saw that Angela had not texted her back yet, which was breaking one of her two rules. Lisa shook her head - now she was going to have to punish her fiance. She thumbed back over to the app and upped the vibrator to fifty percent power before shutting the phone down again. She glanced around at the expensive stores around her. They were some of Angela's favorites, but Lisa just didn't like shopping for clothes that were this expensive. She liked going out with her fiance, and it was an activity that the two could share together that was both practical and - Lisa hated admitting this - kind of fun. But she was out on her own, now, and these were not the kind of things Brian would buy. Brian would have run to Kohl's or Target and be done with it all. When did Lisa stop caring about the price of things? When had she ever cared about having current fashions and name brand tags? So she pulled a Brian and headed back to something more in her wheelhouse. After browsing for two hours, she managed to find three swimsuits that she liked, and purchased them all. One was very modest, but two of them made her feel like she was wearing nothing at all. They would be perfect for the bungalow where it would just be her and Angela. And maybe the beach, just a little. Maybe it would be okay if just a few guys looked at her ass. Just for a bit. She checked her phone and saw that Angela had still not texted her. Shaking her head, she upped the vibrator to maximum and shrugged. The rules were the rules, and Lisa was an impartial arbiter. If Angela didn't want to give updates, then who was Lisa to argue against her punishment? She grabbed some takeout and headed home, content with her purchases for the day. She'd do some more shopping online. In typical Lisa fashion, she found quite a few dresses that she liked online for far cheaper than the bridal store. Some of them were even from bridal websites, like David's. She knew she would be much happier if she only spent two hundred on a dress and then had it altered a bit if it was close to fitting than if she spent two thousand. She went ahead and ordered two that were in the style she wanted - bare shoulder sheath dress that came down to her knees, with a bit of lace floral design on the last foot above the hem. She didn't want a veil or train or full length dress - they would all be stifling in Fiji. She just wanted something similar to the airy sundresses that she preferred, only white and a little fancier. It was a wedding, afterall. Angela would surely be dressed to kill, as well, so Lisa had to at least somewhat match her. Satisfied that she had finished her three requirements for the day, Lisa flipped her phone back open and saw that she had six texts from Angela. She grinned and opened them up. Angela: I had to run to the bathroom in the middle of my presentation Angela: I gasped while talking in front of two directors. TWO! Angela: Then when I thought I could handle it, I came while walking back to the conference room and two people saw me Angela: You're so dead Angela: I'm so fucking horny Angela: God damnit now I'm masturbating in my office Lisa giggled maniacally, imagining the scene Angela had made. She lowered the vibrator to half speed and fired back a text before closing down her phone. Lisa: Angela tested, Mommy approved. The months leading up to their wedding flew by in a flash. Lisa slowly acquired the other half of her wardrobe, and made the final decision to give all of Brian's things to goodwill. She had wholly accepted her role in life, and honestly.. She was happy. There were still some nights when she would think back wistfully to the days when she could throw Angela down and take her, but if she were to go back to that, well.. Then Angela couldn't do the same to Lisa anymore, and they both loved that. By mid summer, Lisa had almost completely given up any inhibitions she had about being female. She wore whatever she wanted, and sometimes, whatever Angela wanted. The two of them went to a club for the first time ever in July - and Lisa wore a slutty miniskirt and flirted with the bartender for free drinks. They stayed until the bar closed at four, and Angela fucked Lisa in the bathroom at midnight. They returned home drunk and made love until dawn, when Angela desperately called off work and then slept until noon. Lisa came to love the female half of her personality, favoring it by far to her lingering male compulsions. She took control in the bedroom less and less, and even blowjobs became less about her taking charge and more about her pleasing her man. More and more often she let Angela dictate what happened in bed, regardless of the gender. Lisa was perfectly capable of climbing on top and riding Angela to climax, but she only did so when Angela desired it. She never lost her zest for being spanked and dominated, but it still ended there. She didn't like latex or whips - she just wanted a big guy to toss her around and let her know who was boss. A month before their wedding, Lisa confided to Angela that even if they found a genie, at this point.. she wouldn't turn back. She was having far too much fun being a woman, and was more gratified sexually than she ever had been. Angela still wistfully remembered being thrown around herself, but on the whole she was just as satisfied as Lisa. Their girl on girl experiences were fine, if not amazing, but their midnight sessions.. Angela loved them. She enjoyed the feeling of Lisa wrapping her mouth, pussy, or ass around Angela's cock every bit as much as she liked the reverse with Brian. When the time came to board the plane to Fiji, neither of them had any reservation whatsoever about their path forward. Lisa and Angela were here, and here to stay - no matter what. "I can't believe this is actually happening," Lisa said giddily as they sat down in their seats on the plane. Angela looked around the cabin. "I've never flown first class before." "I have, and it's worth it, especially on long flights like this," Lisa said. They would be on this plane for sixteen straight hours - long enough to be served two full meals, dessert, sleep, and walk around for a bit. The extra leg room and the large, padded leather seats were a godsend. To say nothing of being pampered and treated like the elite they absolutely were not. "Oh, it feels like sitting on a pillow," Angela sighed as she leaned back in her comfy chair. "How am I ever going to fly normally again?" "Hopefully we're still allowed to fly after this," Lisa said darkly. "You're going to transform and have sex with me at some point on this flight." Angela grinned. "Mile high club, my love! On our wedding flight!" Lisa grunted. "At least I only have to make you cum. We can do something quick for that." "Do you think I can order a blowjob from the in flight service menu?" Angela asked with a smile. The flight went by exactly as planned, and Lisa did give Angela a quickie blowjob in the airplane bathroom somewhere over the pacific. The pair settled back into their seats and tucked in under a blanket, holding hands as they each drifted off to sleep. They each dreamed of the same thing - warm sand, bright sun, blue water, and a beautiful woman in white proudly declaring "I do." Fiji was everything they could have asked for and more. The sand was whiter and the water bluer than even pictures had made it seem. The mountains rose dramatically out of the ocean and made views in every direction a photographer's dream. The pair had a forty-five minute ride to their resort after leaving the airport, and they spent the entire ride pointing out every single hill and mountain and ocean view possible. They made it to the resort unscathed and on time, but the heat, sun, and sixteen hour flight had taken its toll on both, and by the time they made it to their room, each was ready to crash. The majesty of the overwater bungalow perked them both up for another hour. They had their own private pool, set into the ocean with an acrylic wall separating the water so they could see tropical fish and crabs gliding by. They had a private patio and deck that dipped into the crystal clear water. There were two rooms and an open area in between with a private kitchen, and the center of the living space had a see- through acrylic floor with another view down into the ocean. Their bed was open air to the ocean and had 270 degree views on three sides. In short - it was heaven. After oohing and ahhing at the room for an hour, the pair snuggled into bed at four pm, completely and totally exhausted. Angela woke Lisa up at midnight for the worst sex that they had ever had as man and woman - thirty seconds of grunting before a quick climax - and they were back asleep, hardly remembering that they had done anything at all. Angela woke first the next morning, getting out of bed with the rising of the sun. She felt relaxed, refreshed, and excited to be here in this place with Lisa. She looked down at her fiance, sleeping soundly in bed, the covers rising and falling softly with her breathing. Angela could not ever remember being happier, and certainly had never been as content. Brian Reynolds had dropped into her life after a random encounter at a grocery store, and a quick few lines of chatter had led to a single date. Angela hadn't expected much, though not because of anything Brian had done. He was funny, attractive, and seemed nice enough. Angela had gotten used to never having her hopes up. She couldn't trust men enough to share her secret, and she'd scared off too many of them when she'd tried. She had begun to lose a bit of hope in dating, wondering if she would ever have anything like what her parents shared. Brian had won her over with his charm and compassion. Within weeks, she'd wondered if he would finally be the one she could at least talk to about her curse. She wanted to sleep with him so badly, and it hurt her to know that she couldn't. She was scared that if she waited too long, he would dump her and find an easier fish to catch. She needn't have worried - Brian Reynolds was a catch. The type of man that would wait as long as it took for the right girl. The type of man that could be thrown the biggest of all curveballs into a relationship - and rise to meet it. He'd done so once with her curse, and then again with the far harder transformation into Lisa. Angela studied the gorgeous woman next to her. She had never in her life thought of herself as a lesbian, even if she had bodies where pussy was the only thing on her mind. She'd never thought about dating, much less marrying, another woman. But the very affliction that had caused this also made it tenable, and now she couldn't imagine any other life. Lisa was every bit as beautiful, wonderful, and caring as Brian had been. If anything, she took even more pride in pleasing Angela than she had before. And they had even more to fill out their relationship. All that they had done before was still on the table - reading, cuddling, movies, and games were still among their favorite activities. They hadn't lost any of it, and they had gained much. They could now go shopping together, head out to a bar, go to a vineyard - something Brian hadn't cared for, but Lisa loved. Their lives were more full, more compatible. Secretly, even though she'd love an occasional night where she was the one getting railed.. she also would not change Lisa back into Brian if given the opportunity. Their lives had become idyllic, the very fantasy romance that she'd dreamed about. Something to mirror, and perhaps even better, the love that Jack and Theresa had shared for thirty years. Five days from now, Angela would say her vows and Lisa would say hers, and the two would be forever joined. Some people got wedding jitters, worried about the supposedly irrevocable bond that marriage represented. It was such a large step in any relationship. Not Angela - not even a bit. After Lisa woke, the pair passed the morning pleasantly. Breakfast had been delivered to their bungalow, and they had lounged in the bed watching the waves for an hour after eating. There was a long, sensual makeout, culminated by a much more frenzied and passionate lovemaking. After they had recovered somewhat, Angela declared that it was time for some watery fun. Lisa grinned nervously. It was time to unveil her Angela only swimsuit - the one that she would wear at midnight and during their stay in the bungalow. She retreated to the other room to change and freshen up, while Angela cleaned up breakfast dishes. Lisa pulled the tiny garment out of her luggage. It was white and it covered nothing. It tied behind her back and crossed her shoulders with just a tiny strip of fabric, wrapping around her breasts and covering the nipples with a small triangle that really did a poor job of covering things up. That fabric pulled her breasts up a bit, making them appear even more voluptuous then they already were. The thong bottom disappeared into her butt and she could all but see her vagina around the sides. It was as slutty as any lingerie she'd ever worn. Lisa quickly oiled up her legs and arms - she was too fair to not use sunscreen of some sort - and then headed back to the open area by the pool. She walked out of the room, doing her best to keep calm, when she heard the voices. Lisa took one step into the living space and suddenly regretted every decision she had made in the last ten minutes. Three sets of eyes turned to stare at her, and Angela's jaw dropped. "Lisa, you.. wow," she said. Jack was less cautious. He whistled, loud and obvious, before turning to his daughter. "Damn, Angela. You didn't mention that Brian was such a hot little slut." Angela slapped her father on the arm. "Daddy, don't say things like that, Lisa's not used to it." Theresa walked over to Lisa, pulling her into a hug. "Don't worry about Jack, dear," she whispered in Lisa's ear. "He's had three drinks already today and doesn't handle time changes that well anymore." The older woman took a step back and looked Lisa up and down. "You look simply stunning, my dear. When we heard about everything, we felt simply awful, but I hear you have made a strong recovery. It takes a strong person to do what you've done, and we're both still so happy for you and Angela." Lisa's cheeks were still burning at Jack's comment, and then again from having Theresa's breasts pressed into hers when they were hanging out as much as they were. "Thank you?" she whispered back to Theresa. "It's been a bit hard but I'm settling in now, I think." Theresa nodded. "I knew you would, dear. Don't worry about it with us. We've had some interesting experiences for decades now. Nobody here will judge you no matter what you do or wear." Jack ambled over, and now that he was moving, Lisa could see the telltale signs of drink on him. "Sorry about that, Lisa," Jack said easily. "I just can't help messing with people. Especially when drinking." The older man stuck his hand out to shake Lisa's. Lisa gripped it firmly, determined to look Jack in the eyes, though inside she was floundering. "It's alright.. Jack," she said woodenly. Jack's eyes cleared up as he listened to her tone. "Ah, damn," he said. "Let's talk for a minute, Lisa." He led her back into the room where she had changed and sat down on the edge of the bed. Lisa sat down next to him, very conscious of her lack of clothing. She crossed her arms in front of her breasts, cheeks still flushed. There was a long silence in the room. "Do you know why I cared about your job at Christmas?" Jack asked suddenly. Lisa blinked. "I assumed you wanted to make sure your daughter was taken care of. Though now that I know about the family's financial situation, that doesn't make much sense." Jack nodded. "You are right. I was never worried about the money. Lisa.." Jack paused for another moment. "The job, the career, the degree.. They all just showed that you possessed things I wanted to find in a prospective son-in-law. I needed someone that was touch, someone that was together, and someone that could follow things through to the end. Angela is a strong woman, you know that. She's as fiery as her mother and more headstrong as me." "I know it," Lisa mumbled. "So we heard stories about you leading up to Christmas. We knew all about you before we'd ever met. Angela does not lavish praise on her dating life lightly, and it had been a long and rough go of it before she met you. You've made our daughter so happy and I was happy to give you my blessing sight unseen." Jack paused for another minute. "But I met you and I talked to you. We stayed in your home for days. You were all the man for my daughter I could have asked for." Tears began to well in Lisa's eyes, unbidden and unasked for. She felt ashamed for crying in front of this man, but she couldn't help it. "Not anymore, I guess," she said. "You're right, look at me. I've just become a slut these days." She gestured down to her body and sighed. "No," Jack said firmly. He turned to look at Lisa, meeting her eyes. "That's not what I'm getting at. I am a good judge of character, Lisa. The man I met at Christmas - that was the man for my daughter. And that man was dealt a seriously bad hand of cards - worse than anything I've ever faced or done. I don't know how well I'd have handled it.. But son.. I'd have handled it worse than you." Lisa's mouth quivered, tears running down her face. "But.. what I'm wearing.." "So? Lisa, the fact that you can wear something like this now is a sign of strength, not weakness. You aren't being forced into being a weak woman - you're choosing to be the woman you want to be. You're strong enough to be what you want, not hidden away. A lesser man would have broken, gone crazy, tried like hell to be something they weren't. You overcame, Lisa." "Sometimes I still feel.. I feel like Brian, and I do feel like I caved," Lisa mumbled. Jack was quiet a long moment. "I can't tell you how to feel and how not to feel, Lisa. Do you know how long it took Angela to get used to her nightly changes? How close to suicide when it started? How depressed Theresa was in her twenties when she went through the same thing?" "I only know a bit about Angela," Lisa said slowly. "But not everything. She said it's difficult to talk about, even to me." Jack smiled grimly. "It was, and I lived through it. Believe me when I say this, Lisa. At least eight generations of this family have been affected by this curse, with stories handed down from mother to daughter about what has happened in the past. It's affected my relationship with Theresa for the worse. When I warned you about horrors, it's because I've lived them, Lisa. You've gone through something harder than any of us, and you've handled it better." Lisa's head snapped up. "But you and Theresa seem so content.." Jack smiled. "It took years, Lisa. There were some rough times in there. Trust me - you sitting there in that swimsuit is a badge of pride. I know it had to have taken courage to wear something like that in front of your inlaws." Lisa grimaced. "I didn't know you were here.. This was for Angela." Jack smiled, clapping Lisa on the back. "That's the way it goes in this family, sometimes. You just have to adapt to the times as best you can." "I have done that much, at least. I'm so much better off now than I thought I would be," Lisa said slowly. She was feeling a little more sure about herself, though still embarrassed for the tears. She hadn't gotten this upset at being a woman for some time, but the sudden, unexpected appearance of Angela's parents had really caught her off guard. Jack's ill-timed joke had just pushed her over a flimsy ledge. "You are doing as well as possible in the grand scheme of things. Even here in this room, you took a bad situation and toughed it out. It's all impressive, Lisa. Oh, and since you are doing better, I have a question to ask," Jack said. "What's that?" Lisa asked. Jack leaned in closer. "I've heard some stories from Angela, and I know the curse triggered off of your new body." He cleared his throat. "So what kind of dick am I going to have to suck tonight to get some sleep tonight?" Lisa closed her eyes. Just fucking kill me. Chapter 16 The week that followed was nothing short of paradise. Lisa recovered from the shock that Jack and Theresa had given her and was back to her normal self in a few hours of relaxed chatter by their pool. That evening, the four of them dressed up and went to the resort's four star restaurant for a six course dinner, where Lisa managed to keep up with the jokes and repartee from Jack and Angela. Theresa was nothing short of stunning in a short dress that revealed more thigh and tits than either Angela or Lisa. Lisa suspected that Theresa had worn it to make her feel a little less embarrassed for earlier. After dinner, they returned to lounge in the pool by the ocean for two hours before bed, sipping drinks and chatting amicably. Lisa - determined to be herself and prove that she didn't care what others thought - wore the white bathing suit again. That night as midnight approached, Lisa and Angela lay in their bed, looking out at the stars over the ocean. Angela was cuddled on Lisa's shoulder, breathing heavily. Her breath smelled of alcohol and Angela was definitely pretty far gone. She got very cuddly when tipsy, and horny when drunk. Angela was kissing Lisa's neck sporadically, contentedly sharing the moment with her beloved. Lisa closed her eyes and leaned into the other woman, wrapping one arm around her and enjoying the slow tease. Angela's arm lay draped across Lisa's stomach, and her fingers traced slow circles around Lisa's nipples. Her phone beeped, alerting the pair that they had one minute left until midnight. Neither felt obligated to move, content with things being a slow burn. Stretching and popping sounds let Lisa know that Angela's change was underway. There were more than usual, so she knew that Angela was changing size. She could feel the bed shift around her, but she was so relaxed that she didn't even open her eyes. She didn't care what Angela became tonight - as long as they were together. Lisa could not tell what was happening with Angela's body, but the arm grew heavier and more muscular. Lisa cracked an eye to glance over at Angela. The other woman's skin was darker than normal, reflective of the Fijan people themselves. If Lisa had to guess, this was probably somebody of Samoan descent, vaguely similar to The Rock. Not nearly as huge though. Alas. Angela's change finished and the pair still did not move. She resumed her slow teasing of Lisa's breasts and languid kisses on her neck. Lisa sighed happily, squirming under Angela's nonstop ministrations. Their playtime was interrupted as they heard a shout from the next bungalow over. "God damnit, Lisa," called Jack angrily. Lisa began to giggle uncontrollably. She knew exactly what that feeling was like, so her heart went out to the older man, but mostly she had only one thought. Call me a slut will you? Payback, buddy. Angela also shook with silent laughter. "You think Daddy's a bottom or a top?" Lisa shook her head, still giggling. "I will never get used to the three of you casually discussing stuff like that. And a big, brown, muscular man like you saying 'Daddy' is very off-putting." "Sorry," Angela grinned. "But I know how to make it up to you." Lisa leaned back into the bed, spreading her legs. "Prove it," she said, the challenge implicit in her voice. The next morning Lisa had trouble walking, but had a smile plastered on her face all throughout breakfast. The rest of the week passed by much as the first day had. The bungalows were expensive, and none of them wanted to do anything except lounge in the sun, pool, or bed and enjoy the ocean. Angela had always been fond of tanning, something that worked well for her. She absorbed sun easily, and by the end of the week had a gorgeous bronze sheen to her skin. Coupled with her wavy dark hair, she spent most of the trip looking like a mediterranean goddess - Athena brought to life. For the first time in her life, Lisa enjoyed relaxing on the beach. Brian had always wanted to be out doing something. He would try surfing or bodyboarding, but got a bit stir-crazy when forced to sit still on a chair. His never-ending energy had both frustrated and endeared him to Angela the first time they went to the beach. Lisa still felt some of those feelings - she spent more time snorkeling and watching fish than the rest of the family combined. But she also spent hours laying in the sun with Angela, resting on a chair or towel and reading or sleeping. It was relaxing, and she found that she liked the slower pace in addition to her sporadic activities. The only issue was that the sun was less than friendly towards Lisa. Her skin was smoother and less freckled than Angela's, but lighter in color and less prone to tanning. She had to use copious amounts of sunscreen to keep from burning, and her tan only darkened her skin slightly. The days passed quickly - too quickly. Both Angela and Lisa were excited for their wedding, but each knew they would miss staying directly on the water. Air conditioning would be a lovely change from the open ocean air, and the honeymoon suite they had booked was extravagant, but it was still just a hotel room. This experience was something unique, available only in a few places in the world, and one that they might never get to do again. The morning of the wedding came and Lisa awoke to find that Angela was not in bed. She sat up, looking around, and spied Angela sitting out on the ledge of the bungalow, her legs hanging down into the ocean. Lisa rolled out of bed, grabbing a towel to cover her and wrapping it around her chest. She tucked the towel into itself and then walked over to Angela. "You okay?" Lisa said as she stopped near the darker woman. Angela turned to glance up at Lisa, and for the first time Lisa noticed that Angela had tears running down her face. "Ang.. what's wrong?" Lisa asked, the bottom dropping out of her stomach. "Oh, no," Angela said quickly. "Everything is fine." "It doesn't look like everything is fine," Lisa said dubiously. "Nothing to do with us, my love," Angela said, sighing. She looked back out at the water. She sat silently for a minute, listening to the peaceful crash of the small waves. Small fish converged around her legs, darting away as she moved. The blue-green of the water looked like a postcard. "It's just.. This week has been my dream for so long. To get married, to find someone like you. Even this," she said as she gestured to the bungalow. "It's always been in the top five of my bucket list, and we just have one more day here." Lisa was quiet for a minute herself. She sat down next to Angela and wrapped her arm around the other woman. "We can come back whenever you want," Lisa said. "Move to Mexico and build our own, maybe?" Angela shook her head. "You're not a beach girl." "I wasn't a beach guy," Lisa said. "But I could get used to being a beach girl, Angela. It's a lot more fun now.. I'm beginning to see the appeal. And even if I didn't, I would go anywhere with you if it makes you happy." "You make it really easy to want to get married, you know?" Angela said softly. "Why are you so good to me?" Lisa smiled. "Why do you make it so easy for me to want to be good to you?" "The age old argument. Chicken or the egg," Angela muttered. She eyed Lisa. "You're really something right out of a fairy tale. Chivalry runs in your damn blood." Lisa shook her head. "It's not hard to be nice to the person you love. I don't deserve any extra bonus points for that." "You haven't dated enough guys apparently. Not everyone is like that," Angela said. Lisa reached down and took Angela's hand, leaning her head over on Angela's shoulder. The two sat together for some time, watching the water and feeling the cool breeze on their faces. Two pm rolled around faster than either had wanted as they enjoyed their last lazy afternoon on the water. Angela and Lisa were forced to bid farewell to each other for a few hours as they retired to rooms in the resort proper to get ready for their wedding. They each had appointments to get their hair and nails done - a first for Lisa - and a room to get ready in. Theresa helped Angela get ready. Jack had offered to help Lisa, but she turned him down. She wasn't comfortable changing in front of any man, much less Jack. Having her nails done by someone else was decidedly strange for Lisa. She had never once filed them, had the cuticles cleaned, and had certainly never applied color. She privately wondered why Angela had scheduled four hours to get ready, sure that she could be done in one. When the nails took an hour, she was flabbergasted. When the stylist rolled in and she found out that her hair and makeup would take two hours, she almost fainted. Lisa was having another first done today - a bit of color for her hair. She wasn't having her blonde locks dyed entirely, but adding an underlayer of darker blonde to give her hair more shades for the pictures. When the stylist was done and her hair was up in an elaborate, twisting braid that looped back in on itself several times, the colors twisted and twirled their way through her hair. She stared at herself in the mirror, feeling more like a woman than ever before. In that moment, looking at her hair and nails and makeup, each professionally done.. Lisa felt like a model. She looked like a model. There was no doubt in her mind anymore - she was Lisa. Brian was a memory that was fading day by day, and her path forward was as clear as the Fijan water. A hotel attendant came to help Lisa into her dress. She didn't really need the help, but she wanted to make sure she didn't spill anything on it or mess up her hair. The garment fit her perfectly, having undergone alterations in the months before. Lisa had worked hard to maintain her body, as well. She was perhaps slightly more muscular than she had been at the start. She incorporated too many of the exercises that she had done as Brian as these were the ones that she knew. She had also added a steady ration of squats and yoga to her normal lifting, and it showed. The dress draped down to her knees, and her calves were smooth, firm, and freshly shaved. Her bare arms were toned and fit, and her neck thin and elegant. Lisa wasn't sure if this was a vain thought or not, but she rather thought that she was gorgeous as she eyed herself in the mirror. It was often hard for her not to think this - she had found women attractive for more than fifteen years. She wasn't narcissistic or overconfident or brash about it, but she remembered what she wanted girls to look like when she was Brian, and she knew that she checked all the same boxes now. Brian would have melted for a girl that looked like she did now. As six pm loomed, Lisa began to feel the jitters for the first time. She hadn't felt the same wedding pressure as Angela, without the dream of a specific wedding since she was a young girl. She hadn't planned out the decor and what would happen on the beach. She had no other friends or family present, nobody else she needed to impress or account for. For Lisa, it was all about Angela. She knew that she made Angela happy, and that things had been great for them all year. But there was sometimes still the occasional what if that crept in, and the pressure of a wedding was bringing it out of her. What if Angela decided that she really did want a full time guy after all? Ironically, the exact same worry was going on in Angela's mind. "What if she decides that she needs a full time man?" Angela asked for the tenth time. Theresa carefully dabbed at her daughter's eye, taking care to apply the mascara just so. "You know that she won't. This is just nerves, dear, everyone gets them at a wedding." "I know," Angela said. "But still.." Theresa pulled back to admire her handiwork. "Lisa is not that kind of person, Angela. You know this. I know this. It's one of the many reasons the two of you are getting married." Angela sighed. "What if she realizes how gorgeous she is? She could get anyone she wants." Theresa moved to the other side and began to touch up the other eye. "But what she wants is you. "That's what she wants now," Angela muttered. "What about in a few years, after she's been a woman for awhile?" Theresa set the mascara down, then looked at her daughter. "Hush, child. Do you think so little of yourself? Of Lisa? From what I know - and this comes from you - the two of you are doing better than ever these past few months. Your curse, your blessing, allows this relationship to work just fine. I've watched you both interact all week, and from what I can see, you each appear as enamored with the other as you were at Christmas. I see a couple madly in love, perfect for each other." Angela wiped her eyes, tears beginning to run. "Thanks mom," she whispered. "I.. just needed to hear it from someone else." Theresa beamed, giving her daughter a tight hug. She pulled back and huffed. "I will always be here for you, whatever happens. You and I share a burden that nobody else could possibly understand, not even Jack or Lisa. You have handled yourself with such grace these past ten years, and I'm proud to be here with you now. Now let's dry these eyes before I have to redo all of this makeup." Angela sniffed, allowing her mother to pat her eyes dry. "Everyone is just so amazing to me these days." The older woman smiled easily. "If you ever have children of your own, you will understand how easy it is to dote on your daughter." "I hope I don't have children of my own," Angela said. "If I ever do, it means something happened to Lisa." "You may choose to adopt. There is more than one way to have a child," Theresa said. "Regardless of what you do, I suspect our long familial curse will end with you." Angela paused. "I hadn't thought about that," she said. "It probably should have ended long ago. I sort of feel guilty about that.. It seems silly to miss it, as it's been such a burden, but it's almost like an heirloom now." Theresa smiled. "It was always going to end at some point. That's not for you to worry about. Your only job is to have an amazing life with Lisa." At five minutes until six, the florist delivered bouquets to each of the two women. They left their rooms a minute later, heading down to the beach. They each followed a path down to the sand, stopping in front of a hanging white sheet that had been erected in between the two paths, which entered the sand fifteen feet apart. The rod had vines entangling it and flowers adorned the pillars on either side. The two women waited, eyeing the sheet. Jack and Theresa passed by, one on each side, and walked down the sand to their waiting chairs. A minister stood behind a pulpit, a hanging arch of delicate purple flowers erected behind him. At exactly six, an attendant pulled the sheet back to the side and Lisa and Angela saw each other for the first time. Two photographers snapped a thousand pictures, capturing each reaction. Lisa gasped, hand going to her mouth as she saw Angela. As Lisa had suspected, Angela was wearing an incredibly elaborate dress, with colored flowers embroidered into the dress in a spiraling pattern that worked its way up to her hips. The dress was tight throughout her chest and hips, flowing into a loose pile of cloth that just touched the sand. Her feet and arms were bare. Her hair had been expertly curled and fell in perfect ringlets around her face. It was the most beautiful Lisa had ever seen the other woman. She felt a thrill run through her. This was actually happening. They were actually here, getting married. Today. Angela's reaction nearly mirrored Lisa's. She gasped, but instead of her hand going to her mouth, she began to laugh, high and delighted. "You look incredible!" she squealed, dashing over to Lisa, heedless of the planned decorum. "That dress is absolutely you! And your hair, you've never had it done up before! You should do it more, you look so great!" The pre-wedding tension was snapped as the pair laughed together. "I feel like such an adult today. Such a woman. They did my nails and everything!" "It all looks so amazing," Angela said. "You look amazing. You really are beautiful, you know." Lisa grinned. "This old face? It's just something I had lying around." Angela smiled back affectionately. "I hope the hair and nails can be something you do every now and then back home. I can't get over how good you look. You could be in a bridal magazine!" Lisa shook her head. "Not for me, I think. And you're one to talk. Brian wouldn't have let you get down the aisle looking that hot!" Angela raised her eyebrow. "Lisa would?" "Lisa has more restraint and appreciation for the moment," Lisa said. "Lisa thinks that Angela would kill her for messing up their dresses before the ceremony." "Lisa is right," said Angela. "Though Lisa should consider not speaking in third person because it makes Lisa sound weird." Lisa smiled. "I love you, Ang." She looked to the right, where the rest of the wedding party was waiting. She gestured that way with her flowers. "Shall we?" They turned and walked together to the minister. There was no music, only the sound of the waves and the wind rustling through the flowered archway. They each stopped a few feet away from the man, with Jack and Theresa sitting together on Angela's side ten feet away. The minister smiled at each of them, then opened a book and began reading. Lisa hardly heard the man, eyes boring into Angela. She couldn't concentrate on anything else except for the woman that she loved. Everything had become a dull buzz in the background, as unimportant as the waves themselves. She couldn't get over how great Angela looked. Woman or man, Lisa had only once before been more attracted to Angela - the first night they had slept together. And when she was Wonder Woman, too, but that hardly counted. With a start, Lisa realized that everyone was staring at her. "I'm sorry," she said quickly. "Can you say that again?" Angela giggled and the minister gave her a patient smile. "Yes. As I was saying, the two of you have elected to read your own vows. Would you like to begin, Lisa?" She blinked. She had completely spaced out for the reading. She took a moment to compose herself, and then looked back to Angela, taking her hands. "Sorry about that. I was lost in your beauty." "Of course you were," Angela smiled. "But that's not a vow." Lisa took another deep breath, then smiled. She had memorized her vows a month ago and knew them backwards and forwards. "Angela Semmler," she said in a loud, clear voice. "When I met you, I was a different person than the woman you see before you. I was lost and adrift, looking for something that would allow my life to make sense. I was looking for that last missing piece of my puzzle." She paused for a moment. "I found that piece in you. As soon as you slotted into my life, it became clear that you were what I needed. Everything else made sense once you were added to it. Even though things have been weird at times and crazy at others, the pieces still fit together perfectly and the puzzle is whole - and always will be." One last pause. "To you, Angela.. I vow to always love and cherish you, in sickness and in health. In happiness and in sadness. In the darkest night and during the midnight hour. No matter what happens, I will love you always. I vow to support you when you are weak and follow you when you are strong, and I vow to be faithful to you and you alone." Angela was already crying as Lisa finished. "It's so unfair that you got to go first," she muttered, and Lisa laughed. She squeezed Angela's hands, encouraging her onward. "I promise," Angela began falteringly, "to always be the woman that you fell in love with. To help you through your dark times and to let you help me through mine. We each bear the mark of pain, and we are stronger for it because the other was there to help - and that will never change." She looked up at Angela, cheeks wet but eyes clearing. "I promise to give you what you need and want, whenever I can. I promise to get your life back on track when things falter. She paused for a moment and a vicious grin lit her face up. "And I promise to spank you as often as you desire." Lisa's cheeks immediately flushed and she covered her eyes with her free hand. "I can't believe you vowed that at a wedding!" she hissed at Angela. The minister coughed next to them, and Theresa shook her head. "That's my daughter," Jack laughed. "I wouldn't be true to myself if I didn't sneak one of those in there," Angela laughed. "Besides, that's the vow you'll like the most." The minister cleared his throat and the laughter died down. Lisa lowered her hand, but she was still mortified. "If the two of you would present the other your rings," The minister continued. His voice was strained, as if he was fighting laughter of his own. Lisa pulled out Angela's wedding ring, which Angela had given her this morning. It was a classical gold band, slightly thicker than Lisa's thin black band. The minister looked at her. "Do you, Lisa, take this woman to be your wife?" Lisa looked down and slid the ring onto Angela's finger. "I do," she said firmly, looking up at Angela. The minister repeated the question for Angela, who slid Lisa's black ring onto her finger. "I do," she said loudly. The minister nodded. "Then by the power invested in me by the state, I pronounce the pair of you married." Angela whooped and jumped across to Lisa, wrapping her arms around the startled girl and planting a deep kiss on her face. Lisa reflexively leaned into it, wrapping her arms around Angela and pushing her tongue through Angela's lips. After a moment, they separated. Angela's eyes were wet again, but she was laughing. "We made it!" she exclaimed. "It feels like a dream," Lisa said. Her heart was fluttering and the adrenaline was running high. It hardly felt like her at all. "You are a dream," Angela said, beaming. "My lovely wife." "And my lovely bride," Lisa replied, clasping Angela's hands. Together, they walked back down the aisle to where the white sheet had been. They stopped, looking into each other's eyes, tears of joy running down each face. Theresa was the first to find them, wrapping each in a huge hug. "I'm so happy for both of you." Jack caught Lisa's eye. "Thanks for taking this mess off my hands," he said, nodding to Angela. "I heard that," said Angela. "I'm finding someone with a fish fetish for mom to touch tomorrow morning." "Been there, done it," said Jack easily. "You'll have to try harder than that to find something that bothers me these days." Theresa slapped him on the arm. "They don't need to hear about that Jack. This is their day!" Lisa was bemused by the whirlwind conversation. "Wait, fish? What?" "It's this weird slimy thing that lives in the water," Jack said. "Want me to show you?" Lisa's lips compressed in a thin line, but Angela replied first. "Oh, Daddy. You're the worst! Now let's get some food, I am starving." The party lasted long into the evening, as the four shared an incredible meal cooked right there on the beach over a fire. They danced on the sand, sat around the fire, and watched the sunset together while slowly getting drunk. As both couples relaxed in the darkness lit only by the fire and the stars, Theresa handed Angela an envelope. "What's this?" Angela asked. "This is your wedding gift, for both of you and from both of us," Theresa said carefully. Angela and Lisa exchanged glances. "Should we open it now?" Angela asked. "You two are leaving tomorrow morning." Jack answered her. "I think that would be appropriate, yes." Angela nodded, then tore open the envelope. Inside was what looked like a check to Lisa. Angela leaned over to the fire to read it, then gasped. She looked up at her parents. "Are you guys serious?" "Yes," said Theresa. "Though that is not a real check. We'll set up a wire when we all get home." "What is that check for?" Lisa asked. "You guys didn't need to give us anything, you're already paying for all this," she said as she waved her arms around at the beach. "And you paid for me to not work all year, and for my new clothes. You've both done so much for me this year." "And we were happy to do it and would do it again," Jack said. "We discussed this at length, girls. We want you two to have whatever life you want. If you want to work, then work. If you want to travel, then do that. I don't want you to be constrained at all in your choices." "This is partially from us, and this is also the curse fund," Theresa added. "I believe the curse will end with Angela, and thus the fund should go to the two of you. Angela as the last carrier and Lisa as someone dramatically affected by it. That is what the fund exists for, anyway." Angela was near tears again. "Won't you guys need money?" Jack waved her off. "We have plenty. And all that we have will go to the two of you once we pass on anyway, whenever that may be. Consider this a downpayment." Lisa looked from Angela to her parents. "How much was that check for?" she asked Angela, her voice strained and garbled. "Six million," Angela said quietly. "Six million?!" Lisa shrieked. "Jack! Theresa! No - it's too much, absolutely not!" "It's half," he said. "Half of what the two of us have together. I'd advise you to get a financial advisor and make some good decisions with some of it, but if you want to take a million and buy a house on the beach and drink margaritas forever, be my guest. Property is usually a good investment." The older man grinned. "I want both of you to be happy. This curse has affected all of us so dramatically, and I don't want you two to struggle like we did early on." Lisa was crying as badly as Angela now. "Thank you," she whispered. Angela echoed her. Neither knew what else to say. What else could they say? The four enjoyed each other's company for another two hours as emotions settled and alcohol evened everyone's nerves. At eleven-thirty, Angela and Lisa retired to the honeymoon suite, tipsy and elated. The door shut and the pair walked and stumbled to the bed. Lisa collapsed on the comforter, giggling and bubbly and deliriously happy. Angela soon followed, and the pair made out for some time, each still in their dress. Soon the dresses began to come off and pussied were touched and licked. The oral only stopped when Angela's change began and she had to remove her dress entirely. Lisa's dress was still on, hiked up around her hips. Lisa watched as Angela's bones and tendons popped and snapped and then her flesh rippled. She grew taller - much taller - and was quickly becoming quite the specimen. She idly wondered who Angela had touched that had this fantasy. The man was ripped, not quite on the level of Lisa's fantasy that first night, but definitely some sort of athlete. Angela's cock was thick and maybe seven inches long - a perfect size for Lisa. Her chiseled jaw and stubble were just right, and Lisa's mouth was already salivating as she looked at her wife. Angela grinned, watching as Lisa's eyes roamed her new body. "I take it this is to your liking, my beautiful bride?" "Oh, yes," Lisa purred, reaching over to grab Angela's erect cock. "I quite like this." She leaned in, ready to use her mouth to please her man, but Angela stopped her. "It's our wedding night," Angela said. "I want to fuck you in your dress. We may never get to do this again." Lisa's breath was heavy and her pussy was soaked. "I don't care what we do as long as you do it hard," she breathed. "I'm so fucking wet." Angela leaned back on the bed, putting her arms under her head. "Why don't you fuck me until I can't take it anymore?" she said, nodding at her firm cock. Lisa did not need to be asked twice. She climbed on top of Angela, still in her dress, and lowered herself onto her fiance's hard shaft. It felt incredible, completely filling her, and she moaned loudly, completely unconcerned with anyone hearing them.She started grinding, working her hips back and forth and pushing up and down with her legs. Her wet pussy slid easily along her fiance's length, and she squeezed the cock firmly as she rode Angela. Her perfect breasts were bouncing and her mouth was open and squealing with each thrust. The pair fucked hard and fast and long. Angela managed to hold off cumming for more than twenty minutes, despite the frenetic pace and Lisa's best attempts to make her cum. Lisa's pussy was stretched and rubbed and felt amazing. She reached down and rubbed her own clit as Angela grabbed her breasts. Lisa rubbed herself quickly, screaming as she brought herself to a hard climax. Angela herself began to grunt underneath her and Lisa knew her fiance's orgasm was close as well. She began slamming her ass down as hard as she could, taking Angela in as deeply as her pussy allowed, hips squeezing together around the thick shaft. Angela lasted for just a minute under the rough finale and then she came with a huge yell. Lisa felt cum spurting into her and she collapsed, totally exhausted. She fell forward, laying down on top of Angela as her pussy was filled up, a feeling she adored. Lisa felt a tingle running through her as she laid on top of Angela. She'd just been fucked by her wife, for the first time, and in her dress as well. It was such a rush. She wanted to cuddle and maybe go again, but she felt her eyes drooping. Angela also appeared to be spent, and her cock began to shrivel and fell out of Lisa. The two held onto each other as they drifted off to sleep, mentally and physically drained. It had been a long, emotional day. Lisa awoke first the next morning. Her eyes were shut, but she could feel Angela's steady breathing beneath her. Her cheek was resting on Angela's hard shoulder, and her pussy was sticky, still covered in cum. Some had leaked out of her over the course of the night, and she knew that she needed to wash the mess off of her thighs. She'd actually slept on top of Angela, which was a first. Neither one of them had moved an inch after their orgasms the previous night. Lisa smiled to herself - she'd literally fucked Angela to exhaustion. She leaned back, pushing up with her arms to straddle her wife again. She stretched, yawning, and opened her eyes to look down at her lover. Then she screamed. Chapter 17 Angela's eyes cracked open at the sound of a woman screaming. "What the hell," she groaned, a strange feeling in her throat. Her eyes moved rapidly around the room, unfocused, and she blinked rapidly. They came to rest on Lisa, apparently still on top of her from last night. Lisa's hand was covering her mouth, which was hanging open. She looked stunned, eyes wide and afraid. "You.. you.." Lisa stammered. She blinked, shaking her head. "How is this possible?" "How is what possible?" Angela grumbled out in mild annoyance, still exhausted from the day before. Something about her voice didn't feel quite right to her. Her throat was dry and scratchy, as if she'd skipped drinking water for a few days. She reached up to wipe her eyes and her hand brushed past her cheek, feeling the scruffy stubble there. Angela jerked upright, eyes widening and sending Lisa tumbling down to the covers. "What is wrong with my face!?" Angela gasped, her voice much lower than normal. Angela took a good look down at herself now that Lisa no longer blocked her vision and she recoiled. Her body was still the same as it had been last night - the chiseled, well-built male remained. Lisa sat back upright, gesturing at Angela. "What is this!?" she yelped. "You didn't tell me about this!" Angela leaped from the bed, looking down at herself. She was a self- proclaimed connoisseur of bodies, and she was very good at remembering what she had been the night before. She wasn't sure if it was part of the curse or if her brain just naturally kept track of her changes - and she'd never thought to ask Theresa if it was the same for her. This was definitely the same man that she had been when she went to sleep. She recognized the skin tone and the particular build, the way her abdomen flexed and the wiry strength in her arms. Angela was sporting some serious morning wood, and the erect cock was still coated in a bit of dried cum that had leaked out of Lisa the previous night. She looked up at Lisa, still sitting naked on the bed, wedding dress next to her. Angela knew that her own expression must have been as shocked as Lisa's still was. "I don't know!" she said, completely baffled. "This has never happened before!" Lisa pointed at Angela's cock. "You're still a guy!" "I know I'm a guy!" Angela said. "Why am I a guy?" Lisa's mouth worked wordlessly, unsure what to say. She had no idea what could have changed, no speculations on the inner workings of Angela's curse that could help shed light on the situation. She felt completely helpless, unable to think straight. Her thoughts strayed back nearly a year, to the morning that she woke up as Lisa. She gulped, a lump in her throat as the emotions of that day came crashing back. Seeing Angela going through the same thing now brought back all the dark memories that she had suppressed. She saw the mirror in front of her again, shattered. Her shoe in her hand. Struggling through her first shower. Lisa knew she would have to be strong enough today to help Angela through it all, just as Angela had been there for her. At the moment, Angela did not appear to need Lisa to save her. "Maybe since I married you and you're a woman, the curse ended? And I just didn't change back?" Angela muttered, thinking fast. As far as she knew, this never happened to Theresa. At the very least, her mother never bothered to warn her, 'Hey, you might stay as a man after your wedding for some reason, but don't worry about it because it'll wear off soon'. Angela was sure that if such a thing were known, Thersa would have told her. The only time that the women of her family stopped transforming was if they were pregnant, and Angela surely was not pregnant, not in this body. She glanced at the clock - it was already past ten. Her parents were long gone to the airport, and might even be on their flight home by now. They would be unavailable to help for another day. "Are you.. Are you stuck like that? Like me?" Lisa asked quietly. Angela looked back to her wife. "I don't know," she said. "I have no idea. I've never not turned back to myself before." "It almost has to do with us, right? Has any woman with your curse ever married a girl? This is my fault," Lisa said despondently. She had always been quick to accept blame, and it seemed clear to Lisa that whatever was happening to Angela, she was at the center of it. "Not that I know of, but it could be anything," Angela said. "The curse has so many wild implications and strange interactions. What if one of us had a magical power last night that we didn't realize we had? What if I was a shapeshifter? What if I granted another wish - of yours? It could be anything, Lisa, not just the curse itself." "Oh," Lisa said. "I hadn't thought about things you changed into being responsible.. So what do we do?" Angela shook her head. "I don't think there's anything we can do. I can't talk to Mom until tomorrow and there's no way to force it. I'll either change again and midnight or I won't." Lisa stared at Angela blankly. "You seem so.. unemotional about it. Like you're accepting of it. I was ready to kill myself on New Years." "I'm not happy about it, Lisa. No matter what other body I change into, I've always still been Angela at all other times of the day. There's still a me that I return to. If that's gone.. Well, that would suck." Angela sighed, looking down at herself. She waved a hand to her body. "But as for handling it better? Of course I am. I change into a new body every single night. I had to get used to this a decade ago, and I've long since made my peace with that part of it. Obviously this is new and different, but it's not that far outside the realm of what happens to me every day. I think I'll probably change back at midnight when the curse kicks in again, so until then, I don't think there's any reason to panic." "Why do I want to cry, and you just want to be analytical?" Lisa muttered. "Aren't you supposed to be the emotional one?" Angela smiled briefly. "You've gotten way more emotional lately, my love. I'm a bit worried, but honestly, I'm still cursed as far as we know. We just need to wait a day." Lisa nodded slowly, the adrenaline and panic slowly letting off the gas inside her. What Angela was saying made sense. Lisa had jumped straight to Angela being stuck as the worst case scenario - but that was what happened to Lisa, so obviously that's where her mind would go. It could be any number of things. With Lisa, they knew it had come from a wish and the genie power was gone. This was just so much more open ended. "Okay, so.. What do we do about this?" Lisa said, gesturing to Angela. Angela shrugged. "Nothing. We wait and see what happens." "What do you want to do the rest of the day, then? We don't have anything planned that we need to cancel. Our first excursion isn't for two days. Is there anything I can go and get you at the front desk?" Lisa asked cautiously. Angela really seemed to be handling this too well. How was she so composed? Lisa had lost it even before she talked to Jack and realized there was no easy way back to being Brian. Angela looked down at herself, stretching a bit. She'd never had a male body in the daytime before. It was always at night, in the dark, in a car, in a bathroom. Always hidden away. She'd never even peed as a man before. "I think I just want to try some guy stuff. The things I've never gotten to do before, in case I don't get the chance again." Lisa stared at Angela, dumbfounded. "You want to try guy stuff? You aren't going to just.. you know, hide here and be worried about things?" "What's the point? Then I'll just be upset all day and I still won't know anything until tonight. We're on our honeymoon - I think we should still enjoy it as much as we can," Angela said, still stretching. She did feel good. This body was far more muscular than hers, and was in peak condition and shape. She felt like she could run to the beach and swim to another island. "Okay, I guess you're just doing fine then," Lisa said dubiously. "I can't believe how little you reacted to this." Angela laughed. "Your perspective on bodies changes when you've tried a few thousand of them. I'm still me mentally. I'm still healthy. I'm not stuck as a bird or a cat girl. I don't even know if I am stuck." Lisa rolled to the edge of the bed, standing and stretching as well. "Well you seem to be pretty chipper. I'm glad I woke up and had a heart attack and you just jump out of bed and start in on the calisthenics." Angela watched her wife stretch, raising her arms over her head. Her breasts rose and fell as Lisa moved her arms, and her toned ass rippled as she climbed out of the bed. Angela's erection intensified rather painfully, and she realized just how horny she was. Lisa was basically a walking wet dream, and she was very hard to ignore whenever Angela had a dick. "Speaking of calisthenics," Angela said slowly. Lisa glanced at Angela, waiting for her to finish her thought. Then her eyes dropped to her wife's very hard shaft. "You can't be serious," she said. Angela grinned. "We've never had sex with morning wood," she pointed out. "We only ever get to go once at a time and then I'm done. We can go as many times as we want, for today only." Lisa's eyes were still glued to the cock. She wasn't sure how she felt about Angela's situation, despite how calmly Angela was taking it, but she was absolutely sure how she felt about Angela's rock hard shaft at the moment. And her wife was right - they always had to choose between oral and sex, between doggy and missionary, between ass and pussy. They got to do one thing, and that was that. Most of the time, Angela came before Lisa and Lisa never got to orgasm with Angela inside of her. Lisa felt herself beginning to get wet, thinking of the possibilities. "So you're saying that you want another Sex Day?" Lisa asked slowly. The cock was so big and it was right there. She'd never seen one on Angela in the daylight. "Are you saying you don't?" asked Angela. If she was still stuck like this after she woke up tomorrow, she'd start to panic. But for the moment, Lisa was naked and Angela was horny. "I do," Lisa said. "But I think I want to shower first. You sort of made a mess all over me last night." "We might need a few showers today," Angela said. "I have some ideas." Lisa smiled a bit for the first time that day. "I have an idea. Let's do all of your ideas." Angela grinned. "Now you're getting in the spirit. Let's just go with the flow today and see what happens tonight." "Okay," Lisa said, nodding. "Do we want to try the jacuzzi or just shower?" Angela thought for a minute. "Let's shower first. Jacuzzi would be good when we're exhausted." "It really is strange seeing you in the light. We only ever do stuff like this in the dark," Lisa said, shaking her head. Angela took a step over to Lisa and reached down, placing a hand at the back of her knees and a hand on her back. She brought her left hand up, sweeping Lisa's legs from under her. Lisa gasped, throwing her arms around Angela's neck by reflex as Angela stood up, picking up her new bride easily. "Oh," squeaked Lisa. "You've never done that before." Angela smiled, hefting the smaller woman. "I'm not sure why, you're perfectly pick-up-able." Lisa giggled. She let go with one hand and ran her fingers along Angela's jaw. "I don't think that's a word, Ang. But feel free to pick- up-able me anytime you like. I like feeling how strong you are right now." "There is something to being strong. That feeling of power. Like I could do anything I wanted. Sometimes I have it at night when I'm a guy and sometimes not, depending on the body. Usually it's just related to sex and you. Right now I just feel so.. capable," Angela said. Lisa ran her hands down, feeling Angela's shoulders and biceps. "I'm looking forward to feeling just how capable you are." The two newlyweds spent the rest of the morning figuring out just how far they could push their bodies before hunger and threat of exhaustion forced them to quit. They showered together in the gorgeous all-stone shower, and Lisa gave Angela her first sensual shower blowjob. Fifteen minutes later, after Angela had recovered enough to go again, she checked another bucket list item off as she pinned Lisa to the wall and fucked while standing. Lisa wrapped her legs and arms around the muscled woman, breathy and exhilarated. It wasn't the best position for pleasure or rhythm, but it was very good for feeling like a sexy woman being railed by a bigger man. They spent the next thirty minutes bringing Lisa to a climax with a combination of tongue and fingers while Angela recovered again. Lisa was just covering from a furious orgasm when she felt Angela's hard shaft enter her again and start pounding away. Fresh off such a long and lovely buildup, she rapidly came again, and then again before Angela finished for a third time. Multiple orgasms for Lisa, check. Finishing together, check. Three times before breakfast, check. The third time proved to be the end of the road for the morning sex marathon, which had now bled into the afternoon. "I can't even feel my dick," Angela said, breathing heavily. Lisa groaned, sweaty and sore and feeling quite content with the world at that moment. "That's probably good. I think if we went again right now it might actually hurt." "Break time?" Angela asked. "Breakfast time," Lisa amended. "I'm starving." They called room service and asked if they could have some breakfast foods brought in. It was technically past morning serving time, but the honeymoon suite and bungalows were quite pricey, and the hotel staff made an exception for a new bride. Twenty minutes later, three trays were brought in with an array of fruits, breads, eggs, and juice. "Let's just live here in the honeymoon suite forever," Lisa said after eating. Her stomach was full and her pussy still felt full after the pounding she had gotten already. She wanted nothing more than to lay back on the luxurious bed and take a bit of a nap. Angela smiled at her wife. "I think we'd run out of money quickly doing that. We got a lot, but it's not infinite." Lisa did some calculations in her head. "We could live here for nearly twenty years on that much money. Assuming they didn't give us a discount for booking twenty years in advance." Angela shook her head. "I know it's basic math, but you casually doing numbers in your head always baffled me. I just don't have the knack." "You're smart enough. You just never cared about numbers," Lisa said easily. "True, I do not like the numbers," Angela muttered. She looked over at Lisa, buried in the pillows. "You look like you could use a nap." Lisa eyed her wife. "You don't need one? I'm fucking dead." Angela grinned. "I still want to do a couple guy things today. Why don't you sleep for a bit and then I'll come join you after I work a couple things out of my system?" "What are you possibly going to work out of your system here?" Lisa said, baffled. "I'm sure I can find something," Angela said, caressing Lisa's cheek. "Take your nap, I'll be back to cuddle soon." Angela left the room and called room service from the living space. She requested a men's swimming suit and then went to use the bathroom. For the first time in her life, she peed while standing up, cackling like an idiot while doing so. "I can hear that," Lisa called from the bedroom. Angela put the swimming suit on and jogged down to the beach. It felt very freeing to only have the bottoms on, not worrying about if her breasts were too visible or going to fall out of whatever she was wearing at the time. She really did feel like she had infinite energy, and suddenly she knew how the beach had felt for Brian the previous year. She wanted to run on the sand, to surf, to throw a frisbee, anything. So she tried them all. An hour later, Angela was beginning to feel pretty wiped out. The sun was hot and the humidity was high and she had been running at full steam since she woke up. She was sweaty sandy as she made her way back up the beach, ready for another shower and a bit of a nap herself. Along the way, she noticed a couple of women stealthily giving her the eye. Angela grinned - that was new. After showering, she made her way back to the bed, where Lisa was still asleep. Angela stopped and stared down at her bride, her cock stirring again. She truly was a gorgeous woman, and since she had never lost her Brian habit of sleeping in the nude, everything was on full display. The soft and firm breasts, stupidly large for how perky they were. The magazine cover face. The shoulder length blonde hair. The perfect legs and hips. Angela wanted to take her again, but knew that she needed to sleep first. She could feel the weariness bleeding out of her. She was running on adrenaline at the moment, but even adrenaline has its limits. She climbed into bed, laying next to Lisa. Lisa murmured something, but it was quiet and unintelligible. Angela wrapped an arm around her bride, holding her close and shutting her eyes. Everything always felt right in the world when she was with Lisa, and this was no exception. As she closed her eyes, the same thought kept echoing around her head. This has been a great day, but I'd better be me in the morning. Sometime later, Angela was awakened by a soft, wet feeling. She glanced down, eyeing Lisa as the other woman slowly sucked on her already erect shaft. "Mmm..." she said. "That feels good to wake up to." Lisa grinned. "I figured you'd never had one of these before. I owe you for all the times you woke me up with this." Angela leaned back into her pillow, content to lay there while her wife gave her the slowest, most teasing blowjob she had ever attempted. Lisa ran her mouth up and down Angela's cock slowly, never hurrying, never actually trying to make her cum. When she felt Angela stiffen or moan, she took her mouth off and instead used her tongue somewhere else. She never allowed Angela a chance to begin building, never let her even get close to precum, much less a full climax. She shifted focus down to Angela's balls, running her tongue over them and sucking lightly on the soft skin. She heard Angela groan and she smiled to herself. Part of her loved pleasing Angela during these, but part of her did still love the power of being in control of what happened. Lisa still had moments where she wanted to be in charge, even during sex. She expected that those would never go away, and in those times, she wanted to be on top or to give a blowjob or to demand oral from her lover. Lisa moved back to the shaft, swapping to her mouth again. She came at it from the side, wrapping her lips around it and moving her head up and down, almost like playing a harmonica. When she got to the head, she rotated around the tip to suck on the cock the normal way, before turning and going back down the other side. She still moved slowly, never hurrying, never worrying about how long it took. She was waiting for one thing, the thing that she always wanted to hear when she was in control. "Lisa," Angela moaned. "You feel so good." Close, but not what she wanted. She continued her slow burn, moving back to the tip for a few minutes. She tried seeing how slowly she could move up and down on the shaft, licking the frenulum a bit in between each twenty-second bob of her head. "Urggghhh. It feels.. too good.. I need to cum, Lisa." Closer, but still not quite what she wanted. Lisa went back to the balls, worried that anymore teasing around the tip would make Angela explode, regardless of how slow she did it. She'd never really cared for the balls. They were always a little hairy and she didn't like that. And more often than not, Angela didn't really care for it either. Only some guys found it hot when their women touched them there, so Lisa generally only went down there if she knew Angela liked it or if she wanted to change the pace and let Angela simmer for a bit. Today was a good day for a simmer. She took the shaft in her hand along the base, moving it out of the way. She squeezed it gently, not rubbing at all because that would finish Angela for certain. Just a soft squeeze from her dainty little hands, enough that Angela could feel it. Lisa worked her way to the back of the balls with her tongue and Angela jumped. Actually jerked in her hands, like she'd touched something too sensitive. Lisa paused for a moment. That had never happened before. Cautiously, she ran her tongue back over the sensitive skin just at the base of the balls and Angela writhed under her touch. She leaned further in and pressed her lips to the flesh, sucking lightly. "OH GOD," Angela moaned. "DO THAT MORE, LISA!" There it is. Lisa grinned, pausing for a moment. The ultimate feeling of power - her big, strong man literally begging her to continue. Lisa knew that she had gotten quite good at blowjobs over the last year, and truly loved giving them no matter what the power dynamic was between the two. If she wanted control, she could do what she was doing today. If Angela was dominant, she held Lisa's face and just fucked her mouth. Lisa loved both - but there was something so erotic about reducing someone so powerful to begging. She stopped, squeezing the shaft with her hand, but not continuing with her mouth. "What's that, Ang?" she whispered, barely loud enough to be heard. Angela was twitching in her hands. "Don't stop! Keep doing whatever that was!" Lisa leaned in and licked along the sensitive skin again. "You want more of that?" "Yes!" Angela said loudly, groaning. She was close, and Lisa could feel it. She was going to cum quickly no matter what Lisa did now. "Why don't you ask nicely for it?" Lisa said quietly, just touching the skin with her tongue, but not moving. Angela did not need to be prompted. She knew why Lisa got in these moods, but unless she was a particularly dominant guy, she didn't care, either. She was perfectly willing to submit to her wife when needed. "Please, Lisa" she called out. "Please suck me off." It wasn't an act, either. She'd been sucked and teased for what felt like hours, and she was being edged over and over again. It was an absolutely masterful performance, unlike anything Lisa had ever done before. Angela did need it. "Please let me cum." Lisa grinned. That was what she needed. She leaned back in, wrapping Angela's balls in her mouth and began to jerk the shaft off, rapidly now, no longer trying to just tease. It took just a few seconds before Angela exploded in a ferocious orgasm, cum spraying out of her and a scream tearing from her mouth. "Ggggnnnnnahhhhhhh," Angela yelled as her cock jerked over and over again. It was pleasure unlike any she had felt as a man before, and it was too much. She was too sensitive. She jerked away from Lisa's tongue and hand, slapping her own hands against her groin, trying to hide the sensitive skin away from Lisa, the bed, the air. From anything that might give her even an ounce of feeling. She lay there, shaking and breathing hard for a long minute. Lisa sat up, thoroughly pleased with herself. "Liked that, did you?" she asked wryly. Angela could only nod. Another shower followed and the two ordered dinner brought to their room. After digesting a bit and watching a movie, the pair resumed their session. They had to move slower now. Angela had already come four times that day, and her cock was beginning to hurt just a bit. Lisa's pussy throbbed and she wondered if they should buy some lube somewhere. Angela was just thick enough that she was stretching Lisa every time they did it. It felt wonderful during sex, but afterwards.. Well, tomorrow she was going to look like someone that just rode a horse for a day. The pair did missionary first, still a favored position. Each were intimate in their own way, but both had never lost the zest for staring into each other's eyes. Sex was a deep physical pleasure, but for those in love, it became a deep emotional pleasure as well. They took it slow, trying not to hurt anything more than they wanted. This time it took more than an hour for Angela to recover, though she wasn't sure it should be called a recovery. She felt rubbery, and wasn't sure if they should even attempt to go again. The pressure of Lisa's pussy on her cock felt wonderful, but too much friction - even lubed friction - was taking its toll. It was Lisa that suggested trying to 69 each other, something they had previously only done as women. That proved to be the winning solution, as using their mouths definitely avoided some of the painful tenderness. Lips and tongues just weren't as big and were softer than dicks. There was less friction, and they could take it even slower. It turned into a slow tease for each of them, neither trying to get the other off. They just enjoyed each other's company, happy to spend their first day married with their respective bride. After Angela came again, and Lisa had gotten off twice, the two collapsed into a sweaty pile, holding each other. It was only ten, but each was ready for a nap. Angela's change was going to wake them up at midnight, and they needed some rest for that. Lisa cuddled onto Angela's shoulder, her hand resting on Angela's chest. "I love you, Ang," she said. "I had a good day today." Angela grinned. "And I love you, my love. You're the best wife anyone could ever ask for and you've only been a wife for a day." Lisa smiled. "You do know how to make a girl feel appreciated." "That's my line," Angela said. "You can't steal it." "You're not a girl right now," Lisa pointed out. "That means it's my line." "Fine, you can have it, but I get it back tomorrow, okay?" Angela said. Lisa closed her eyes. Please let there be a tomorrow for her. "Okay." Each drifted off to sleep in the other's arms. Angela was certain that midnight would come and the world would be set to rights. Lisa was less certain, but she trusted Angela's judgement. The other woman knew far more about the curse than Lisa, had a vast amount of experience with it. The two sleeping lovers slept with smiles on their faces, already enjoying married life. They slept like the dead, bodies physically done from their actions of the day. The midnight warning alarm beeped once on Lisa's phone, but they were both far too gone to hear it. A minute later, the alarm went off again, warning them of the impending change. But there was only silence in the room except for two people breathing easily - the comfortable, even breaths of those deeply asleep and at peace with the world. As the sun rose and the light began to filter into the room, Angela's eyes snapped open. Her mouth quivered and her expression was nothing like peace. Chapter 18 "Yes, mom, I woke up in the same body yesterday and today," Angela repeated for the third time. She paused, listening on the phone. "Nothing happened at midnight last night at all. We slept straight through." Angela was pacing back and forth in the living area, nervous energy getting the better of her. Her mind was working overtime attempting to process what was going on. She had truly believed that she would change back last night, or at the very least change into something different. The fact that this was now two changes with the same thing was significant, even if she didn't know what it signified. Lisa sat at the table, hands wrapped around her legs and knees pulled to her chest. Her eyes were red and the remnants of tears still rolled down her cheeks. She'd cried easily and often since Angela's startled shout had woken her, and her thoughts were right back to where they were the previous morning. She didn't know what was going on, but her lover's life had been uprooted and she was the cause. Her lips quivered as she watched Angela pace the room in agitation, and the tears threatened to overwhelm her again. "So this has never happened to you at all?" Angela said, her voice rising an octave. "There was never a time where you didn't change or were stuck as something else?" She paused again. "Yes, I know it happened to daddy for a bit." Another pause. "Yes." Angela looked over at Lisa, heart going out to the other woman. She knew that Lisa was taking this even worse than she was, almost certainly feeling guilty even though there was no reason for that. If she, Angela, were to be stuck like this forever, well.. A lump rose in her throat at the thought. To be left as something that wasn't Angela was a fate that she had never considered. But even if she found out that somehow marrying Lisa had prompted it, Angela would never blame her wife, and she wouldn't change anything that the pair of them had done. Lisa was worth anything - including this. Whatever this was. Angela frowned, listening to her mother. Theresa had been at a total loss when Angela had explained what happened. She clearly knew less than Angela did about the situation. As far as either of them knew, this had not happened to any of the women in their family. Perhaps Angela had simply broken the curse forever by marrying Lisa, and as the curse ended, had become stuck in the body she was in. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Everything was a maybe right now. They had nothing solid, nothing concrete. It was all theories and speculation. She sighed, zoning out as her mom came up with idea after idea. She felt bile rising in her stomach as she thought about life as a man - forever. Despite a year of changing into mostly men and her sporadic time as men before that, Angela had never once thought of herself as anything but a woman. She was as well equipped for a sudden gender change as a person that didn't want it could be, but that didn't mean she was ready for it. Her thoughts strayed to Lisa and she glanced over at her wife. Lisa was sobbing again, head tucked into her hands and body wracked with silent heaves. Angela's heart almost broke as she watched her wife crying, and she walked over to her and wrapped her arm around the other woman. She put her phone on mute for a moment, setting it down on the table. "Lisa," Angela said quietly, squatting down so her head was at the same level as Lisa's. "Hey.." Lisa did not raise her head, nor did she stop crying. "I'm.. sorry.." she gurgled out in between sobs. "My.. fault." "No," Angela said firmly. "Just as you said to me last year.. This is nobody's fault. Whatever happened was a part of a curse that is bigger than you or me, something neither of us can control." "If it.. weren't for me.. you'd still.. be you.." Lisa said, raising her head. Her eyes were bloodshot, red and wet and raw. The emotion was so thick on her voice that Angela's own eyes teared up. A steady drip of snot ran down Lisa's face and she sniffled, trying to get herself under control. "We don't know that," Angela said. "But even if that were true, I wouldn't do anything differently, Lisa. I love you and I would choose to be with you no matter what happened, barring one of us dying." "You could have had anyone," Lisa mumbled, looking down again. "Anyone would be lucky to have you." "I could say the same to you," Angela said. "And you'd still be a man. I think we're even on the unfortunate transformation aspect of this. Assuming I'm stuck, though that seems more likely today than it did yesterday." Lisa was silent for a moment. "I should be.. the one helping you.. but you're okay and I'm a mess." "I'm a bit of a wreck, too," Angela said, thinking about the nausea in her stomach. "I don't want to be a man. But I want you to blame yourself even less. I'd rather be a man and have you than be me and not." "I'd rather you have me and still be Angela," said Lisa. Angela nodded, leaning in and giving Lisa a hug. "I'd rather that, too." With a start, she realized that Theresa was still talking on the phone. She reached over and picked it up again, taking it off mute. "Sorry, mom, I lost you for a second. What was that?" The newlyweds sat around the table, picking at their breakfast. The food that had seemed so delicious and appetizing the day before now sat barely touched. They both knew that they needed to eat, but it just seemed so.. unappetizing. Lisa could barely control her emotions for longer than ten minutes and Angela had called and requested a bottle of tums from the front desk in an effort to control her stomach. Each sat staring at the food, nothing left to say. Angela had spoken to both Jack and Theresa for another hour, and each theory had gotten more implausible than the last. She felt - and was sure that they agreed - that something had ended the curse, some issue with marrying a woman. Perhaps it was the inability to have children. Perhaps it was the lesbian aspect of it. None of them knew for sure, and they would probably never know. Both parents had offered to fly back out for moral support, but Angela had refused this. This was her burden, hers and Lisa's, and this was still their honeymoon. She was determined to make the most of it, whether she was stuck or not. There was nothing that her parents could do besides talk, and if she needed them, they were only a phone call away. Like Lisa, Angela was a bit surprised at how well she was handling this. Lisa was right - Angela was the more emotional between the two. And she was handling this far better than Brian had. Being used to the nightly changes was one thing, but she felt more numb than loss at the moment. Maybe she was in shock, maybe she was mentally stunned. Maybe the tears would come later - Lisa had gotten better and then gotten much worse before beginning her long, arduous climb to accepting her womanhood. Angela knew that in a year, she could do the same. She had handled changing bodies for a decade, had spent time as fantasies both male and female, human and unreal. She could handle being a man, and their relationship might even be better for it. The pair had been sleeping together as man and woman for the greater part of a year, and this would fix their sexual issues for the remainder of the day. And there was certainly nothing wrong with being young, hot and fit - and having a young, hot and fit wife. Most people would gladly trade places with the two of them. As she thought, Angela realized that her nightly changes had become such a core part of her, almost a defining feature. They were what made her unique and special. Her mother and grandmother had called it a curse, and maybe that is what it truly was, but Angela had come to love it. The experience of trying a new thing every night, of finding out what the other side experienced during sex. Even the weird ones were special in their own way. So many of her and Lisa's silly jokes had originated out of changes that at the time were seen as unwanted. Angela almost didn't remember a time where she wasn't either changing or was looking forward to when the changes would start. Without them, she was just another somewhat attractive girl in the world, neither special or interesting or fun. The world had a million people that looked or acted like an Angela. But it only had two people that were like Angela. That was the crux of it, she realized. Why she was taking things so differently than Brian had, or Lisa had expected. She wasn't that sorry at being stuck as a man. There were some lingering issues that she knew she'd have to work out, but she would work them out. She would have a far easier transition than Lisa - more willing, more capable, less worried for the future as she already had a bride that preferred a man. She was only somewhat worried about losing Angela, the attractive New York working woman. Losing Angela, the special cursed midnight sex god.. That was something else entirely. "Penny for your thoughts?" asked Lisa quietly. Angela forced a smile onto her face, though she didn't feel like smiling. "I'm doing okay." Lisa shook her head. "I don't get it. How are you okay? I'm more upset than you." "You're still projecting your own emotions from last year on me," Angela said. "You're expecting me to take this like you did, and it's just not the same situation." Lisa sighed. "I guess it feels like the same situation to me, just in reverse." Angela shook her head. "It's not. I've been sleeping with you as a guy all year. I've been guys before. It's just not that big of a change." "But losing yourself, your body. Losing Angela.." Lisa said. Angela was silent for a long moment. She needed to explain this to Lisa. Her wife had to understand. "It's still not the same. The problem is.. Well, did you ever have anything that made you feel really special? Even if it was just to other kids when you were younger?" Lisa thought for a moment. "No, but I get it. You don't have to come up with an analogy." Angela smiled. "Fine, fine. It's not being stuck as a man that I regret. It's being stuck at all. The changes were so fun and varied and interesting, and I miss it already. They made me feel special, unique. Without them, I'm just.. some girl. Or some guy now, I guess." It was Lisa's turn to smile a bit, ever so slightly. "You're not just some guy, Ang. I fell in love with you before I ever knew about a curse or changes. You're special, unique, lovely even without them. You're a one-in-a-million type of person." "God damnit," Angela said, shaking her head. "How do you drop these lines on me even in the middle of moments where you're upset? You're like a walking rom-com quote generator." Lisa's smile grew a little more. "It's easy when you're married to the best woman in the-" Angela cut her off, throwing her hands in the air. "I get it, you can make me swoon at will, you monster." She grinned, looking at Lisa. "Thank you, though. You always make me feel special." "I'm serious though," Lisa said earnestly. "You said this to me earlier about dating.. Well, I dated a lot, and I didn't fall in love with other girls. I even slept with some of them. I loved you just from your personality and our connection, before I even slept with you. The sex just pushed it over the top. You're a special girl. Guy. Whatever you are. It's not the body or the changes, it's what's in here." Lisa reached over and tapped Angela on the head. "And here." She reached down and pressed her hand to Angela's chest, over the heart. Angela's eyes filled with tears again. "You're making me cry even more than getting stuck like this. You're just the sweetest wife anyone could ever have." "Are you sure you're gonna be okay? Really okay?" Lisa asked. "I still wonder if I'll change at some point, and this is just a magical body that we don't understand. What if I need to learn a magical superpower and change myself back? But if it is exactly what it seems, and I'm just stuck like this.. Well, yeah. I'll miss being Angela, but if you can be okay changing from Brian into some sexy, sultry slut girl, then I can handle the opposite," Angela said with a wry smile. "Excuse me," Lisa said. "I am not a sexy slut girl. Slut would imply that I sleep around. I only sleep with you." "You sleep with a new body every single night," Angela said, grinning. "Thirty different people a month. I think that makes you a slut by definition." Lisa opened her mouth to retort, then snapped it shut. "That is a dirty use of technicalities. And calling your new bride a slut is not endearing." "I notice you don't mind being called sexy or sultry anymore," Angela said. "That would have bothered you a few months ago." Lisa hesitated, then broke into a smile. "I like being your sexy woman," she said. "I've hit a point where I like it more than I liked being Brian. I never would have asked for this, but, well.. I love it." "I assume you'll be okay if I'm stuck like this? You won't miss the changes?" Angela asked. "Maybe a bit. But think about the day we had yesterday, all the new things that open up to us. My body likes that better than girl on girl. And I heard zero complaints from you. We talked about this in March and you lamented how our sex life had dwindled to just the midnight changes. We upped it a little bit, but it's still mostly at midnight. We haven't ever gone back to how we were before. We can have that now. Attraction all day, every day," Lisa said earnestly. "I haven't been upset for me today. I was upset for you.. Though you stubbornly refused to be upset for you, so I'm not sure why I am." "I've just been sort of numb all day. Maybe it hasn't set in yet," Angela said. "Maybe I'm still in post-wedding bliss with my wife and nothing can penetrate that yet." Lisa perked up a bit. "I can think of something that might help take your mind off of everything." Angela smiled. "It's because I said penetrate, isn't it?" "You said it yourself yesterday. You're either stuck or not. If you are, there's nothing we can do and we might as well enjoy the honeymoon. If you aren't, this might be the last day we can go as often as we like," Lisa pointed out. "Are you sure you aren't too sore?" Angela asked. "You were walking around bow-legged earlier. "I might be," admitted Lisa. "But I did something with my mouth yesterday that you really liked and I kind of want to do it again." Angela's cock stiffened at that. "I might be open to trying that again," she said. "I could be convinced." Lisa grabbed a banana from her plate, peeling it quickly. She proceeded to deep throat the yellow fruit, sucking on it lightly. Her eyes found Angela's, making eye contact. She raised an eyebrow, still sucking on the banana. The implication was clear. This could be you. Angela's cock hardened rapidly. "Oh, take that thing out before you choke to death," she said, laughing. "You've made your point." The rest of the honeymoon continued in a similar fashion. Angela found that she was okay during the day. When she was out having fun with Lisa on an excursion, or if they went to the beach, or if they were making love in the bedroom she was fine. Dinner was alright, and even private alone time wasn't the worst. It was the midnight hour that struck and struck hard. They found out quickly that the 11:59 alarm would set Angela to tears. The midnight alarm made her lose it completely. Any discussion about the curse quickly became taboo, especially as each additional day went by without changes. It was soon all too apparent that this was the way that she would be - forever. They started going to bed a little earlier, trying to sleep by eleven and waking up earlier the next day. If they avoided midnight, things were a bit easier. That number, twelve, had become ingrained in Angela's head, the time so cemented in her bones that avoiding was necessary. She knew logically that sleeping through the time wasn't changing anything, but she could pretend each morning that this was just another change, something she had undergone the night before. She was still Angela, midnight sex demon - only changed into this attractive man. The fact that it was the same man as yesterday didn't matter. She just wanted to feel unique again, special. She missed it terribly. By the second week, Angela decided that she needed to undergo the same horror that Brian had gone through - she was no longer appropriate. Unlike Brian, Angela still felt like the same person, as changed forms had always been a part of who she was. She decided that she would remain Angela, and if people raised eyebrows at a six foot, muscular man with that name, well, that was their issue. She could always tell them that her parents had expected a girl, and decided to stick with the name after he was born. It was even mostly true, if missing a few important details. "I'm good with whatever. I call you Ang, so it doesn't affect me," Lisa said when Angela told her. "It's your parents that have to get used to he. And you, obviously." Angela considered Lisa's words. "They can still call me what they want. Other people will feel awkward saying she about this," she said, gesturing down at herself. "It is interesting that we both changed genders and felt the opposite about whether we were new people or not," Lisa said. "Someone could probably use us as the basis for a freaky gender studies class." Angela shuddered. "Then we'd have to explain how the fuck it all happened." "You're right. Nobody would believe us." The two weeks in Fiji proved to be instrumental in helping Lisa and Angela get used to how things were different in their marriage. The nightly sex had already been there, but there were other things that felt different right away. For starters, clerks and store owners and the guides on their expeditions almost always defaulted to speaking to Angela first. "It's really unfair," Lisa said. "Why do they assume the man is in charge of the money?" Angela smiled. "You see what it's been like for me the entire time - including for months with you before your change." "If they try to pay me eighty cents on the dollar or whatever it is for the same job, I'm going to quit," Lisa declared indignantly. Angela rolled his eyes. "You haven't worked in a year, my love." "Oh yeah." They noticed other changes, too. Lisa had been deferring to Angela in the bedroom for most of the past year already, but now she started deferring to him in other ways. There was just something about the large, masculine figure that made Lisa feel small and feminine - and not in a bad way. When Angela had been a similar size to her, it had been easy to split things more equitably. But now, Lisa found herself wanting to please Angela more frequently and more often. Even in just two weeks, the side of herself that enjoyed control shrank noticeably. She'd never been the most confident and take-charge person in the first place. Being so much weaker and stronger, the feeling that she wanted to be dominated in the bedroom.. it just made it so easy for her to take a back seat. Angela found that things were the opposite. He had only taken control in the bedroom due to the one night as Mister, and then did it more with Lisa because she liked it. It had never been a core personality trait for Angela, but now he found that he enjoyed being in charge. He picked where they would eat more often than not. He picked what movie they would watch. He initiated more of the sex, though Lisa still dropped random blowjobs into the mix. Lisa was always welcome to make those same decisions, but they were both happier when Angela did it. It fit their new personalities - something that was somewhat controlled by bodily desires. As Angela had said almost a year ago - sex was the great equalizer. What you did in the heat of the moment in the bedroom told you a lot about who you truly were underneath the facade that you put on for the world. The night before their flight home, the pair lay in bed, contemplating how much life had changed for them on this trip. They had consummated an engagement a year in the making. A relationship stretching back more than two years, one whose fire was burning as brightly now as on the day they met. Angela had undergone an extreme adjustment to his life, and by proxy, both of their lives had altered to meet it. Lisa played the role of wife as perfectly as anyone could have asked. She found that she at least greatly preferred this new version of Angela, though she would never admit it to him. At long last, her true sexual desires were fully unlocked. She had always had to work around Angela being a woman, and only getting to sleep with a man for an hour each night - and sometimes not even that hour. But now she had access to cock whenever she wanted it, and she found that she wanted it quite a lot. She was quick to initiate a random blowjob, to appear naked in front of Angela, to touch him through whatever clothes he was wearing. There were many days in those two weeks where neither one of them left the room. "I'm going to miss Fiji," Lisa said happily, laying in bed and breathing heavily after their marathon session the night before they headed home. "We can always come back. We have the money now," Angela said. "Sometime," Lisa agreed. "But I think I'd like to travel more. I've rarely been out of the states. What would you say to Europe?" "You always did like me as a perfect little french maid. Maybe you'd like to try it out?" Angela suggested. Lisa giggled. "You know, I've never dressed up for you. We could try a bit of roleplay." "I'd like that," Angela said. He leaned over and kissed his wife. "I love you. Thank you for making this a honeymoon to remember." "Thank you for making it a life to remember," Lisa said. "Neither one of us could ever have predicted being here like this." "As long as it's with you, I'm happy," Angela said. There was nothing in his tone to indicate anything amiss, nothing that anyone might take strangely. His wife cuddled up next to him, her arm draped across his chest as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Angela breathed evenly, and his face was composed, even serene. But his eyes flicked to the side, glancing at the clock. It was only eleven fifteen, but that was less than an hour to midnight. He thought about the feeling of his tendons popping and stretching. The liquid fluidity that caused his skin to stretch or contract as he became something new, something exciting. Angela closed his eyes and breathed out slowly, evenly, so as not to disturb Lisa's slumber. His mouth twitched into a frown and tears silently rolled down his cheek. Tick tick, tick tick, tick tick, tick tick.. Chapter 19 The first week back at the apartment was a tough time for each of them as the post-honeymoon blues struck them both badly. New York was cold and blustery this time of year, a far cry from the warm breeze, sunsets, and ocean of the Fijan coast. The couple spent the whole of each day in the apartment sitting on the couch and watching movies, with little gusto for anything. The chill sapped some of their will to be happy newlyweds; Angela's personal funk sapped much of the rest. Lisa had naively expected Angela's mostly upbeat response to his changes to continue after returning to New York, but nothing could be further from the truth. The gloomy weather and the constant reminders of who he had been served only to dampen his mood constantly. Every step into the bedroom revealed a garment Angela had loved and could no longer wear. The bathroom was a treasure trove of ten years of hair and makeup products, now worthless. Even pictures of Angela with Brian or Lisa - once a source of pride - were enough of a reminder to send him into a downward spiral for a night. The worst offender was the clock. Midnight became a bomb waiting to go off each and every day, and even the noon hour could be sketchy. Lisa grew to dread the long silences that occurred when Angela was forced to think about her new situation. He had always been such an upbeat, outgoing personality. He was happy-go-lucky, flirty, and fiery. But this new Angela, the one that returned from Fiji.. Dour didn't even begin to cover it. He never cried or voiced his issues. He just didn't want to do anything - with or without Lisa. That was not for a lack of effort on Lisa's part. She pulled out all the stops - hiding clocks and resetting times so that Angela never saw a twelve. She efforted at enticing him in the bedroom, and did her best to make sure he knew he was wanted and loved. Bottles of his favorite wine appeared, and small trinkets arrived daily. A weekend trip was discussed, a trip to Europe outlined. Angela would smile and nod at each of these, and thank Lisa for being a wonderful wife. But the smile never touched his eyes, and the warmth had gone from his voice. Losing the thing that made him different had cut the root out from Angela's life, and he was withering on the vine. The second week saw Angela lose all interest in food, whether it was takeout or even Lisa's desperate - and terrible - attempt at cooking Angela's favorite foods. He picked at everything, but finished nothing, and the lack of energy was obvious. He looked gaunt, despite the muscle definition still readily apparent. His face was haggard and he was not sleeping well. That week marked the first time that Angela slept on the couch, leaving Lisa to sleep in the bed by herself - and for the first time since her own changes began, she cried herself to sleep. The fire went out in the bedroom as Angela's mood and energy levels plummeted. Each night brought a new excuse - I'm too tired, not feeling well, and I need to settle my stomach. Friday brought the most devastating of all - I'm just not interested. Lisa had never known a version of Angela that wasn't interested in sex, either as a man or a woman, and his sudden refusal to touch her left her confused and hurt. The more she tried to force it, the more Angela withdrew. Depression had come to their lives. By the third week, after a third night in a row alone and a week without any form of intimacy, Lisa felt that she had to make a stand. Her beloved Angela had all but disappeared, as surely as if he had died. Each day saw him retreat more and more into himself, and her best efforts to reach him were not helping. Lisa was completely lost as to what her path forward should be. She did not know if letting him fight through on his own would work, and certainly everything she had done had not helped. This was their first two weeks as newlyweds, and Lisa felt that she might prefer Angela as the bird, endlessly squawking and interrupting her sleep. At least the bird paid some attention to her. Angela padded to the table, hair a mess, facial hair shaggy and unmanaged, and eyes bloodshot. He sat down and stared at the plate of pancakes Lisa had fixed for him, but his eyes were not focused on the pancakes. He seemed to be staring through them, into a dark future that neither he nor Lisa had thought possible. "Angela," Lisa said. Her red-rimmed eyes hurt, and she had sobbed for most of the morning. Her emotions were running wild, alternating pain and sorrow and loss and concern. She wanted to help her beloved so badly, but didn't know how. She couldn't stand to sit here and watch him starve himself. Angela grunted at the table. His eyes flicked up to Lisa's for a brief moment, and Lisa thought she saw a flash of concern on his face, but it faded immediately and his face dropped. "Angela," Lisa said firmly. Her voice was raw, and emotion clouded her words. She was close to tears again. "Yes?" Angela asked. His voice was flat, dead. "What do you need from me?" Lisa asked. "What can I do?" Angela was quiet. "Everything is fine," he said. A beetle might have had more emotion. "It's not," Lisa said. "You're breaking down. You aren't eating or sleeping. You have no interest in me as, well.. anything. We aren't cuddling. We aren't sleeping together. You won't even sit with me anymore." Angela's eyes flicked up again, this time flashing guilt. "I just need some time." "I'd give you time if it seemed like you were attempting to do anything. You're starving yourself, Ang. You're losing weight and it's dangerous." "I'm fine," he insisted flatly. Lisa closed her eyes, and the tears began anew. "I feel like I left you in Fiji. All I came home with was a shell." Angela nodded. "That's correct. I died in Fiji." "No," Lisa said through her tears. "You lost a bit of yourself but you are still you." Angela stood up from the table. His eyes found Lisa's for a third time and this time he didn't look away. "I'm sorry, Lisa, but I'm not. You've got the wrong guy." He turned and walked from the room without looking back or waiting for a reply. Lisa sat there with her head in her hands. The tears flowed fully now, and she broke down, great sobs wracking her body as she shook. She felt nauseous, ghastly, sick to her stomach. She tasted bile and vomit. This was eating her up from the inside. The man she loved - the woman she had cared for - did not want anything to do with her. Theresa and Jack were called multiple times, but Angela steadfastly refused to speak to either, insisting that this was something she had to deal with. Lisa had long talks with both on the phone, and none of them had any idea what to do. Suggestions for seeing a therapist were shot down. Intimacy was denied out of hand now, without care or reason. Lisa desperately attempted a wake-up blowjob when she found Angela with morning wood - and he had pushed her off. The stress began to affect Lisa's health negatively as well. Her stomach was always upset these days, and she stopped going to the gym for the first time in years. After almost a full year of looking like a model, her lithe curves began to soften somewhat as she lost muscle mass and gained a bit of weight. Her eyes were nearly always red, and she stopped taking care of her hair and makeup. It was hard to care about her own appearance when the love of her life acted like she didn't exist. As Christmas approached, Lisa began to formulate a desperate plot to lure the real Angela back into her life. It had been a year since she had asked Angela to marry her, and just under that since she had become Lisa. She needed something to shake Angela out of his funk, something to remind him that even without the curse, his life was still worth living. That their best moments as a couple happened outside of the midnight hour. Angela knew that, deep inside. He was just too blinded by his negative thoughts and lack of desire to see it. It was so easy for the depressed to get set in a negative pattern, and that pattern became a self- fulfilling prophecy. Slipping just a little led to slipping just a little more, and before he knew it, his life was in shambles with no way back out. It was far easier to just give up a little more each day, until he finally hit the breaking point where he gave up entirely and nothing mattered anymore. Lisa decided that she needed to shock Angela awake. Any emotion at all would be better than the total lack of care that Angela had exhibited for a month. Lisa would rather be screamed at than suffer one more silent dinner with her beloved, one more reminder that she was not a focal point of his life at the moment. She found him sitting on the couch, reading, the one habit that he had not lost. She swallowed, wondering how this might go. "Angela," she said. Angela looked up at her. "Yes?" "We are going to have a Christmas party next week. It's been a year since we got engaged, and almost a year since I became Lisa. I want to do something for it," Lisa said quickly. Angela was already shaking his head, but as he opened his mouth, Lisa snapped. "Do not say no," Lisa said. "This is killing us, Angela. Our relationship is dying. If you have any love for me at all, you must agree. I can't keep going on like this, Ang.. I'm sick all the time, and the stress is eating me alive. It's killing you even more. This has to stop." Angela looked a bit hurt. "Of course I love you," he said quietly. "That will never change." "Then why can't you either admit you need help or admit you need to make some changes?" Lisa asked desperately. This was the most emotion Angela had shown towards her in weeks. "Because you deserve more than me," he said. "I'm so useless now." Lisa stared at him. "You aren't useless to me," she said quietly. "And you're all I've ever wanted." Angela shook his head. "The woman you fell in love with is gone. I already said it - our jokes, our lives.. even the bodies we both hold now.. They're all curse related. Without it, what are we?" "What we are is married," Lisa snapped. "You vowed to always be what I needed, to help me get my life back on track when it went off the rails. Well, I need you. My life is off the rails and the messed up track begins right there with you." Angela flinched as Lisa spoke. "I meant it," he said. "Then you are coming to my party and you will enjoy yourself or at least fucking try," Lisa said. "You haven't touched me in weeks. You sleep on the couch more often than not. You haven't even left the house for a week. This isn't okay, Ang. We have to be more." The other man sat for a long minute, eyes searching Lisa's face. Finally, he nodded. "I'll go to the party." Thank God. Lisa forced a smile onto her face. "I need you to try to remember," she whispered. "There are people that love you no matter what. And we can't do it if you shut us out." Angela closed his eyes. "It's so hard when I don't see anything special about myself anymore." Lisa walked over to her husband. She reached out and took his hand, forcing the fingers open. She set something inside his palm, and closed it. "Remember," she whispered fiercely in his ear, before walking out of the room. Angela opened his hand, staring at the tiny object that Lisa had given him. It was a puzzle piece. His eyes began to get strangely fuzzy as the piece blurred. He felt something wet on his cheek and he reached up to his face with his hand and found moisture there. He was crying, he realized. He hadn't cried since Fiji, hadn't cared enough about anything to even need to cry. He looked back down at his hand, at the flimsy piece of cardboard. "The missing piece of the puzzle," he whispered. Her vows, his actions. His head snapped up, looking towards the closed bedroom door where his wife had gone. Even now, he just wanted to curl up on the couch and sleep away his pain. Standing would take effort. Walking to the room would take effort. Apologizing to his wife, even speaking to her - agonizing effort. He'd been so terrible lately, and he knew it, but it was just so fucking hard to do anything else. Angela forced himself to stand up, pushing off of the couch onto unsteady feet. He turned to the door, walking slowly, before he could change his mind. He paused at the door, hand on the handle. Behind this door was everything that he loved, everything he needed in the world. Everything that he had pushed away for a month, sure that she needed something more than him now that he was boring. Angela twisted the handle and opened the door. The light from the hallway flooded in, but the room was too dark for him to see Lisa. "Lisa," he said quietly. "I'm here," she said, her voice floating out of the darkness. "Would you like to sleep on the bed with me tonight? Just that, please?" Angela nearly wavered again. That meant admitting that he was wrong, and she wanted and needed him. And that meant admitting that his behavior that past month had been silly. That he had pushed her away needlessly and caused her unknown amounts of pain. He stepped forward to the bed, reaching down to feel the covers. "I'd like that," he said softly. "I've missed it." "And I've missed you," Lisa's voice replied. "Welcome back." Their relationship did not mend immediately. Depression was not something that simply evaporated like water on a sunny day the instant a moment of happiness was found. It took steps - many steps - to even begin to recover from malaise such as Angela's. But it did begin, and that was all that Lisa had wanted. That night, the pair slept in the same bed. Lisa did not attempt to initiate anything, nor did she try to cuddle. Even just hearing Angela's breathing in the room meant more to her than any intimacy they'd shared in this bed before. The next day, Angela ate breakfast with her. He didn't eat much, and he didn't want to talk. But he sat at the table, and he said thank you for the meal before quietly leaving. Lisa nodded, not wanting to push her changing fortunes. That night, they slept together again, and she laid her hand on Angela's arm. He flinched at her touch, but did not pull away. She awoke the following morning and found that he had rolled over and hugged her in the night, wrapping her in his large, comforting arms. The tears came again, but for the first time in weeks, they meant something other than pain. Hope had returned. Christmas Eve came and the pair were doing better, still. Angela had resumed speaking to Lisa, and a bit of his old emotion was showing through the cracks. He never seemed overly happy, but there was a bit of banter and even a few glances at Lisa's still attractive figure. She felt like things were finally on the mend - that they were headed for the right track. That night, for the first time in a month, the pair of them went out to dinner. It wasn't a big, fancy restaurant, and the two did not dress up. In fact, all they did was walk to a food cart a few blocks away, before returning home. It felt like the world's best date to Lisa, and was exactly the kind of positive reinforcement that Angela needed. Just as depression tends to deepen in a series of small, unfortunate decisions or events, recovery from it also required a series of good events and feelings. "This is all lovely," Angela said as he looked around the apartment, eating his falafel. Lisa had set up decorations after banishing him to the other room for a bit. There were pictures of the two of them in happier times all around the room. Wedding souvenirs and mementos of their dating life littered every available space. Their favorite jokes were written on the walls, and the video of their wedding played on the television. It was a flood of reminders that the two of them were great together - and a calculated risk that it wouldn't send Angela running for the hills again. "I'm glad you like it," Lisa said with a smile. "Thank you for being so patient," Angela said. "I'm still so down, I know." Lisa shook her head. "I never needed you to fix yourself right away. I needed you to admit there was a problem so we could start helping each other." Angela sighed. "I know it. I've been selfish and pushing you away for far too long. And right after our wedding. It's unforgivable." That line of thinking will lead him to a bad place. "No, it's understandable. But you do need to be more for me, and I need to be there for you, too," Lisa said. "We're in this together." Angela nodded. "We are. Always and forever, my love. I'm sorry again.. I thought this would be easier and I'd handle it better than you. But it turns out you were always the stronger one, after all." Lisa smiled easily. "It's not a competition, Ang. It's life. We're here for each other. I was raw for that first month, too, and my first day was worse than any of your days. And you were always there for me, and we got through it together. You haven't let me help you through this." "My first month was way worse than yours," Angela said. "You were quite content after we discovered the bedroom." "About the bedroom," Lisa said. "It's been awhile." Angela hesitated. "Would you like to try something soon? If I don't make a fool of myself before then?" "Ang, I'd take you even if you buy a billboard calling me a slut in Times Square. It's been way too long," Lisa said earnestly. "Okay, okay. We can try it. No promises though. I'm a bit out of practice." "That's okay. I can take the lead tonight." Angela looked around. "I might need a drink to get over the nerves. I thought about jumping you this week, but.. You know. It's just so hard after so long away. I got nervous." Lisa nodded. "I think we still have some of that rum you like in the pantry." "Speaking of rum, why are we having a party with no liquor?" Angela asked curiously. "We got super drunk last year." Lisa smiled tiredly. She reached behind her and pulled out a present. "To my lovely bride and husband." was written on the box in bold letters. Angela eyed it. "I didn't know we were doing presents this year. I thought Europe was our present to each other." "Well I had a special surprise present last year. I couldn't very well go without one this year," Lisa said. "I have a reputation to uphold, after all." Angela sighed. "Now I'll owe you again, and we know how that went last year." He ripped open the package and looked inside the box. He stared for a long minute, completely still and silent. Then he looked up at Lisa, and his eyes were full of tears. "Are you serious?" Lisa reached over and took his hand. She nodded, her own eyes wet and mouth quivering. "Angela.. I'm pregnant." Chapter 20 "Are you sure?" Angela asked. "I mean, I see the test and all, but there's always a chance.." Lisa nodded. "That's about the sixth one of those that has come back pregnant. I went to the doctor this week and she confirmed it." Angela shook his head. "You missed a period and I didn't even notice." "I didn't notice either," Lisa said. "This month has been a bit of a whirlwind effort at fixing things, and it's not like we were having sex the week I should have had it. Periods are still relatively new to me." "I should have known what your stomach sickness meant," Angela said. "You've never had to really think about pregnancy symptoms, but I have." "I just thought it was stress," Lisa said. "There was a lot of stress. It was a rough time for us both." There was a long pause while Angela looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. Lisa waved him off. "None of that. You can't apologize all the time for everything. You'll start to sound like me." Angela smiled sardonically. "I guess we can't have that." "I was thinking.. I guess this is why the curse ended?" Lisa asked. Angela frowned. Mentioning the curse wasn't always a good idea, but the analytical part of him kicked in. "I must have gotten you pregnant on our wedding night.. And since I could no longer pass the curse from mother to daughter, it ended and I was stuck." "That's what I was thinking," Lisa said. Angela sighed. "I'd still rather have it than not. This month proves that.. I really did love it. But.. if I were going to lose it to anything, having a baby with you is right at the top of the list." Lisa smiled. "Having a baby with you is still at the top of my list. Granted, I rather wish it was you having one. This has always been your dream. And I'm not looking forward to going through labor." "The price of being extraordinarily hot," Angela said. "Oh you. Always knowing just what to say to make a girl feel wanted." Angela pulled Lisa in for a hug. He gripped her tightly, fiercely, holding her close in a way that neither of them had felt in some time. It felt good, holding her, like all was right in the world again. It would take time to completely mend what had been strained, but they both felt in that moment that they would fix it. "I do wish it were me," Angela said softly into Lisa's hair. "It hurts a little bit that I'll never get to have that. I did want it badly. I wanted to pass on my curse and teach my daughter about it." "I know," Lisa said, just as softly. "And I'm sorry that it isn't you. I'd give it back to you if I could. If we could swap bodies now, I would, even though I love being Lisa. But I know that you'll love being a daddy, too. You have so much that you can pass on to your little girl." Angela smiled. "I do love it when you call me daddy. Guess I can tolerate someone else doing it." Lisa swatted his arm. "Those two thoughts should not be put together. You're getting as bad as Jack." Angela leaned in and kissed his wife before breaking apart again. "I will do my absolute best to be a good father. Even if I don't know anything about being a guy." Lisa laid her hand on his arm. "You'll learn. There's still so much I need to know about being a woman. Together we will pass on what is needed." Angela nodded. "Always together." The pregnancy lit a fire inside Angela that wiped his other emotions straight out of the way. He had long dreamed about having his own daughter and teaching her about the curse just as Theresa had done for him. Angela loved kids and wanted to be a parent as badly as he wanted anything. Perhaps he hadn't planned on it right after the wedding, but that didn't matter anymore now that Lisa was carrying. His wife was pregnant! She was positively glowing, and Angela told her so often. "You look fantastic," Angela said, eyeing her as she stretched on Christmas morning. Lisa glanced down at herself. "Mostly. I need to get back to the gym. I gained five pounds this month." Angela grunted. "You'd never know, looking at you. It's me that needs the gym. I'm positively flabby in places." Lisa returned to the bed, crawling up to Angela. "You don't look flabby to me," she said, reaching down for his cock. "You look rather delicious." As her hand gripped his cock, Angela grunted. They both looked down as he immediately came all over Lisa's hand, cum spurting out and leaking between her fingers and onto the bedspread. She slowly looked up at Angela's horrified face and raised an eyebrow at him. "At least I made it to your mouth," Lisa said, grinning. "Shut up," said Angela. The couple spent the next week browsing the internet and stores for supplies. Even though it was far too early in the pregnancy to be sure that it was a healthy baby, both Angela and Lisa threw themselves into prepping the apartment. It was the one thing that they both felt utterly, completely engaged in, and Lisa was not about to dissuade Angela from any positive activity that involved her. Besides, even if this wasn't their miracle baby, they would try again. Lisa wanted children just as much as Angela - even though she was not looking forward to everything it entailed. Cribs and high chairs and bassinets and more clothes than any one baby could possibly need were ordered, and the guest room was transformed into a baby room. They purchased toys and books and things that they couldn't possibly need until the baby was a toddler, but that didn't stop either one of them for a moment. After a month of straining to accomplish even the smallest of tasks, the pair suddenly had all the momentum in the world. That momentum translated straight from baby prep to their married life. Angela worked double time to make up for the weeks that he had spent unwilling and unable to be the husband that they both needed him to be. He purchased gifts, bought flowers, and made his wife breakfast in bed. He made love to her as often as she wanted, and took care and time to satisfy her whenever possible. They cuddled and giggled together again, and began going to the gym together once more. The couch once again became a refuge for talking and holding hands, for reading and watching movies together. Meals were full of lively chatter and banter. Their old lives slowly began to reemerge as the lingering signs of depression faded from the household. As the months passed, both Angela and Lisa continued to devote themselves to getting ready for parenthood. They both went to every checkup, class, and read every guide possible. They were together in the office to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time. They were together to see the first ultrasound showing the faint outline of a small fetus. Angela loved feeling Lisa's belly as it slowly stretched over the months. At first it was just a small thing, barely detectable. But as time went on, she ballooned outward, and the baby's progress ballooned with it. In April, the pair learned that they were having a girl. "I knew it!" Angela exclaimed. "My family only has girls." "It could have been different with me," said Lisa. "We broke your curse, after all." Angela grinned. "It was a fifty fifty shot, sure. I'll still go with my genes only making girls." Lisa reached up and touched his face affectionately. "We need to start thinking of names." Angela nodded. "I've got one in mind I'd like to run by you. I've always thought it was appropriate." "What, always? Since before me?" Lisa asked. "Yes.. as long as I can remember, ever since I knew that I would pass on the curse to a girl of my own." Lisa nodded slowly. "Okay. I haven't really ever thought about it, so let's hear it." "Luna," Angela said carefully, waiting to see Lisa's reaction. "Luna," Lisa repeated. "Like the moon? Oh, for werewolves and your nightly changes?" "It made sense to me," Angela said. "And I like the name anyway." "Luna," Lisa repeated. "I think I like Luna. Luna Semmler Reynolds?" Angela nodded. "Think about it, though. It's not a snap decision." "I will," Lisa promised. "But this has been your life goal for however many years. I didn't think about getting pregnant until my first period, and then not again until I found out I was. I'd rather go with what you wanted." "That's why you're the best wife in the world," Angela said, leaning down to kiss his bride. She grinned against his scruffy beard. "You make it rather easy, my love. Though you should probably shave that mess you call hair on your face. It's scratchy." Angela ran his hand through it. "I think I like it. Makes me look all manly and stuff." Lisa patted his cock through his pants. "You're man enough already, dear. I like you clean shaven. It feels better when you stick your tongue in me." "Fine, fine," Angela said. "I'll shave it. Fair is fair since you shave for me." Lisa smiled. "Freshly shaven again this morning. Would you like to inspect how good of a job I did?" Angela's cock was already rising in his pants. "One swat for every hair missed?" "I love it when there's consequences," Lisa said, grinning. The summer heat rolled in and Lisa found that being pregnant in the summer was decidedly uncomfortable. She didn't sweat much in general, but her swollen belly and thicker thighs had led to an unpleasant dampness when she went for a jog or walk. Little Luna kicked quite hard and often, and the feeling of pressure on her stomach wall from the inside was not enjoyable for Lisa. And yet.. There was something absolutely magical about knowing there was another living creature growing inside of her. This was not something that Brian had ever even thought about, but Lisa was living it nonetheless. It was one thing to see ultrasounds and images on a computer screen, but growing a belly and feeling the baby kick? That was life. There was a baby inside her. And in three months or so, she would deliver it through her vagina. It was almost unthinkable. That last little bit scared her. She knew exactly how big Angela was, and she felt stretched to the limit when he fucked her hard. Babies were three, four, five times wider. How in the hell was she supposed to pass something that big out of a hole that small? She shook her head. Women were still a mystery to her, despite almost eighteen months as one. There was no doubt whatsoever how Lisa felt about her gender now. She would not change back if given the opportunity, and she identified as strongly as a woman as she had ever felt about being a man. She loved everything about being female. She enjoyed her role in the bedroom and in her relationship with Angela. She loved the cute clothes and how sexy they made her feel when she wore them. She loved how she looked after a good set of squats in the gym - she took pride in her appearance. She knew she was beautiful - why not flaunt it a bit? Walking around in skimpy clothes did wonders for Angela, who had finally settled somewhat into being a man. The midnight hour no longer held terrors for him, though sometimes he would wistfully look back at pictures of Angela as a woman. His impending fatherhood had fully invested him into his role as a man, and that had grounded him in his relationship with Lisa. They felt like - and truly were - a normal couple. Once again, nobody would ever mistake them for anything but doting, loving newlyweds. "You know," said Lisa as she breathed heavily after one mid-August walk. "It is patently unfair that I have to completely work my ass off to just be fatter next week than I was this week anyway." She was looking at herself in the mirror. Her belly expanded out six inches already, and she hated how fat she looked. Given the rest of her figure, nobody would ever mistake it as anything but a baby bump, but that didn't matter to Lisa. She worked hard to be sexy, and she wanted to maintain a trim figure. This kid was really messing with her waistline! There would be hell to pay after the birth in terms of stretch marks and weight she would need to lose all over again. Angela grinned at her from the other side of the room. "You're all glowy though. That weird mother-only thing pregnant women get. I think you look great, my love." Lisa eyed herself dubiously. "I don't see any glow. Just fat. Fat fat fat and somewhere in there a little girl that just won't stop eating." Angela walked up behind her and leaned in, wrapping his arms around his wife and pulling her against his chest. She could smell his sweat and deodorant, and the way his arms pressed against her tender breasts felt nice. He kissed the top of her head, looking at her in the mirror. "I don't see any fat. Just my wife and child, perfect as can be." Lisa could feel his erection pressing against her. "You're only saying that because you're horny." "I'm only horny because it's true." She eyed him. "You can't say lines like that. That's my job." Angela grinned. "Fine, fine. I like your job better when you do them, anyway. "Spoken like a man that is fishing for oral," Lisa said. "I would never," Angela said haughtily. "My pregnant wife is tired and hot and sweaty and deserves her rest. Sex is the last thing on my mind." Lisa pursed her lips. "Your cock is sticking me and you keep rubbing my nipples. For someone that isn't thinking about sex, you are awfully grabby." Angela smiled. "Well, in two months we won't be able to for a few months, so I figure we should go twice as much now to make up for it." Lisa stared at her husband. "Why won't we be able to go for a few months?" Angela looked down at Lisa. "Wait, really? You don't know?" "Well, baby, obviously. Will we be too tired for it?" Lisa asked curiously. Angela smacked her forehead. "You really need to pay attention in these birthing classes, my love. You're going to have to heal." Lisa turned in his arms, eyes widening. "Going to have to heal? Heal what?" Angela shook his head. "Oh, you aren't going to like this.." He was right. She did not like it. October rolled around and Lisa's mood swung rapidly as the due date grew nearer. She felt like a bloated cow, and had trouble walking and peeing. She leaked pee if she laughed too hard or coughed too much. Her walk took on a decided waddle to it, and she was a bit embarrassed to go out in public. She did not feel sexy now at any time of the day, including those times when Angela was actively having sex with her. She could scarcely believe that he wanted to touch her at all, but apparently pregnancy was a big turn on. Lisa developed strange cravings for food that she had never liked before. Angela was sent out to get assorted items from random places as far away as Hoboken whenever she had a whim for a particular good. She especially liked oysters, even though she had never liked them before the summer. "I really hate the texture on these," she said as she slurped down another one. "I really hope I go back to hating them after this. If I like them, I'll be upset. They deserve to not be eaten." Angela eyed the shellfish with distaste. "I wouldn't be opposed to that. I don't like having to go buy all this seafood. The smell.." "Ah, get over yourself," Lisa said, waving her arm at him. "I'm the one imitating a hippo at the moment." Angela grinned. "And a cute little hippo you are." "Calling your pregnant wife a hippo is how you sleep on the couch for a week, mister," Lisa said, mock outrage on her face. "I don't know if that's the word you want to invoke," Angela said. Mister had not made an appearance in the past two months. Lisa missed being dominated in the bedroom, but spanking and pregnancy were not a good combo. They had settled for Angela demanding oral whenever he wanted, but it just wasn't the same. Lisa wanted to be thrown around and held down and taken. "Yeah, well," Lisa said, grimacing as her stomach pulsed. "Someday the hippo will be a mermaid again and you can throw her around as much as you want." Angela looked at Lisa's face with concern. "Are you alright? You looked like you were in pain there for a minute." "I'm fine," Lisa said. "Just had an uncomfortable cramp for a minute. My stomach's a little off is all. Whoops, there it goes again. That doesn't feel great. Maybe I should stop eating these oysters.." Angela's eyes widened. "Lisa.. are you having contractions?" Lisa looked at Angela in surprise, then blinked. "Oh my god!" Angela leapt to his feet, rushing over to Lisa and wrapping her in a huge hug. "We're going to have a baby!" "Luna!" Lisa yelled excitedly, standing up quickly. She winced and sank back down to the couch. "Ooof. Luna's.. Not happy about still being in here." "Let me get a car," Angela said. "You hang in there." "Hanging might be more pleasant," said Lisa. The hospital stay proved to be the most challenging thing that Lisa had ever done in her life. She did not dilate quickly, and was on the small side of things to begin with, so she was forced to wait in a room for nearly a day in labour. Her mood soured the entire time, and by the end of it, both Angela and her Doctor were praying for the damn baby to hurry up before Lisa bit both of their heads off. Lisa asked for - and received - an epidural, but even that failed to completely take away her pain. With contractions lasting almost a minute occurring every four to five minutes, Lisa was in a constant state of discomfort. "I really regret letting you do this to me," Lisa hissed between her teeth to Angela as she toughed out another contraction. Angela held her hand and didn't say anything. He had learned over the past few hours that saying anything during a contraction was an opportunity for Lisa to lay into him for putting a baby in her and wishing her into a woman in the first place. After she recovered from the contraction, she usually had a few lucid minutes where her true personality poked through, and then he would speak to her. "Ugggggnnnnhhh..." Lisa groaned, panting and sweating like mad. "This one is.. Bad." The doctor looked up at her from his prodding. "You're at nine centimeters. It will not be long now. Perhaps another fifteen minutes." Angela looked at the doc. "There's no other pain meds she can have?" "In the delivery room she'll get some more, but I think she's about capped out here for now. If it takes another hour to dilate, I'll get her more in her IV." Lisa groaned. "Can I get some morphine in my IV?" The doctor started to answer, but Angela waved him off. "She's joking." Lisa opened an eye and looked at Angela. "If he was going to give me morphine and you made him stop, I'll kill you later." Angela looked at the ceiling. Dear God, let the baby come soon. Fortunately, it took only ten minutes for the doctor to return. He bent down and measured Lisa's cervix, then stood up and smiled wearily. "You're at ten centimeters. It's time to have a baby." Lisa was wheeled out of the ready room into the delivery room, and she held Angela's hand in a vice grip the entire way. "Don't leave me," she said fearfully. "I'm here, love," Angela said. "I will never leave you." The delivery experience was everything that Lisa expected and a few things that she hadn't. The contractions soon became the most intense pain that Lisa had ever felt, and she screamed for meds. Angela held her hand the entire time, and watched intently throughout. He wished more than anything that it was him on the bed, pain and all. This was supposed to have been his baby, and while he was excited to be a father.. He would always regret having never done this. "You're doing great," said one of the several nurses in the room. "It's time to push again." "I.. fucking.. hate.. pushing.." Lisa grunted, face drenched in sweat. Her cheeks and forehead were red, and she had an ugly bruise on her arm from something. "You can do it, love," Angela said encouragingly. "You're almost there. You're doing so well." "Push!" Lisa screamed. "Push!" Another scream. "Push!" "She's crowning," the doctor said calmly. Lisa groaned, an ugly sound that was more scream and cry than grunt. Angela felt her squeeze his hand so hard that he worried she would break his fingers, but he fought his urge to pull away. There was a final scream from Lisa and then she gasped. Angela watched as a dirty, bloody baby slid from his wife into the waiting arms of a nurse. Blood poured out of Lisa, far more than Angela had expected. It was mixed with fecal tissue and fluids, and was one of the least pleasant things he had ever smelled. But his eyes were glued to Luna, still tethered to Lisa by the umbilical cord. As he watched, one of the doctors gave the baby a small smack on the butt, and the little girl immediately cried out her first sound and breath. "Is.. is she okay?" Lisa asked, completely drained. She had been awake for more than a day, was on multiple drugs, and had been dealing with intense contractions for eight hours straight. "She's beautiful," Angela said. "I can't wait for you to see her. Our baby." "Ohh.." Lisa said, moaning. Her eyes were shut and tears fell down her cheeks, but whether they were from pain or emotion nobody could say. After a minute, the baby was cut free from the cord and cleaned and wrapped in a blanket, before she was handed to Lisa. Lisa looked at the baby, the source of all her pain for the previous day. She had carried this child from conception to birth, and passed little Luna through her own birth canal. It was a miracle, something completely unfathomable to either parent just a year before. "Luna," Lisa whispered. "Welcome to the world.." Angela felt tears running down his own cheeks. "Is she healthy?" he asked the doc. "Her Apgar score is a 9. She looks to be quite a healthy baby, and that heartbeat is very strong." He looked from Angela to Lisa. "I'll give you three a little time together. The nurses will clean up in here and make sure Lisa isn't bleeding anymore, and then we'll deliver the placenta." Lisa looked between the doctor and Angela, eyes growing wide. "The placenta? I have to do this again?" Angela groaned. "Lisa, we took all those classes.." Lisa smiled faintly, leaning back into the bed and caressing her child. "I'm just messing with you," she said tiredly. "I owed you one." The trio were moved into a postpartum room that night for Lisa to recover and for Luna to take her next steps in life. She had to learn to breastfeed and the hospital had to make sure that she was safe to head home. They expected to stay in the hospital for a few more days. Lisa was drained from the entire experience, and Luna was not ready for the real world just yet. "I love watching her sleep," Lisa said, eyes on the baby. "I could watch her forever." "Me, too," said Angela. "Her and you both. You did great, babe." Lisa smiled at her husband. She was completely and totally exhausted and ready for some sleep. It was dark out, and she had no idea what time it was. She wasn't even sure what day it was. "I'm ready to sleep. It's been a long day." Angela glanced at the clock. It was nearly midnight, but he found that he had no fear of that time anymore. His world had been set to right as soon as he saw Luna. He knew that he would spend the rest of his life making sure that that little girl had everything she ever needed. He was filled with a love that he couldn't have ever understood, different from that which he felt for Lisa. He sighed, happily, fully content with his life for the first time since their honeymoon. "Yeah, babe. It's almost midnight - it's been a long two days. Almost three, now," he said. Lisa looked up at him. "Will you stay with me?" Angela smiled down at her. "Of course. I'll be right over there in the chair. Let me know if you need anything." He bent down and kissed his bride, still sweaty and messy and beautiful. He turned and walked to the chair, leaning back and closing his eyes. Angela had not realized just how tired he was. Adrenaline was a hell of a drug, but he felt himself fading rapidly in the chair, despite how uncomfortable it was. "Angela?" Lisa said, her voice a strange pitch. He opened his eyes. There was something off about that tone. "Yes?" "I feel a bit funny." Angela felt a surge of adrenaline run through him again. A problem with Lisa? With Luna? He looked over at Lisa, eyes narrowed. She looked very confused, like she was seeing something that couldn't possibly exist. Her brow furrowed in concentration, and he heard her crack her jaw loudly. Then she did it again, and again. Angela's eyes widened as Lisa's head shifted against the bed, moving further up the angled portion. Her arms stretched slightly, shifting against the sheet that covered her to her chest. "Lisa," Angela said, nearly choking on the word. "What's happening to me?" Lisa asked, her words rushed and fearful. "I feel weird.. It's like everything is on pins and needles... I'm so numb." Shock spread through Angela. He knew exactly what that feeling was like. He watched as Lisa's skin stretched and darkened, arms inflating and chest deflating as her body reformed itself under the sheet. The wave travelled up her torso, reaching her neck and head as her hair pulled up into her skull. Within seconds, the change had finished. "Lisa.." he mumbled, staring at her. She was.. She was.. "I'm a man again," Lisa said slowly. She reached out with an arm, testing the weight and strength. She lifted up the covers to look at her chest and confirmed that things were very different down there. She shook her head, looking back to Angela again. "What happened?" Angela stood woodenly on shaky legs. He walked over to the bed, tears rolling down his cheeks. Of all the things he had never expected to see again.. This was wonderful, amazing, crazy. He reached out and touched the other man's face softly, feeling the contours. He knew this face. He had dreamed about this face for so long. "Hello, Brian," he said. "Welcome back." "Wait, what?" Lisa said. "Brian?" Angela nodded, numb himself. He finally knew exactly what had happened on their fateful wedding night. He had gotten Lisa pregnant and passed the curse to her, and she undoubtedly had passed it on to Luna. He should have suspected that it was actually Lisa, but nobody could blame him for missing it. It was, after all, the only time in history that such an event had happened. Lisa sat there, staring up at Angela fearfully. "So it's me," she said quietly. "Yes. You changed as I did, and the feeling you describe.. That's how it happens," he said softly. "So every night..?" "Yes." Lisa was quiet for a long moment. "Your greatest fantasy was to see me again?" Tears ran down her face as she looked at Angela questioningly. Angela nodded mechanically. "Not my greatest sexual desire. You are not so attractive to me now.. But yes. I wished to see you again with all my heart. You are the man that I fell in love with." Lisa looked down at the familiar lines of her body. This was a body she knew, but in that moment she knew with absolute certainty - she was now Lisa. She was a woman through and through. She had a daughter. She was given a brief reprieve to be her old self and all she could think of was her desire to be Lisa again, pain and all. "I'm so tired that I can't even begin to process this." "I know, my love. Let's leave it for tomorrow," Angela said. He was a mixture of relieved, shocked, and jealous and wasn't entirely sure how to feel. He certainly wished that it was still him with the curse.. But having it back in his life would sort of be the same. He wouldn't be feeling each new body, but he would get to experience each one with Lisa as she changed and needed him for her sexual appetites. This last thought made his eyes go wide, and he instinctively looked further down the bed, where a rising bulge was visible under the sheet covering Lisa. Lisa followed his eyes down her male body and she also saw the bulge. She looked back at Angela and her lips twitched up in the slightest of smiles. "Sorry, Ang," she said. "This one's gonna hurt." Epilogue Lisa smiled as she watched Luna talking with her grandmother. Theresa looked as fit as ever, though her hair had long since gone gray. Jack lingered in the background, still fit, but beginning to hunch over slightly. He had some trouble keeping up with Luna, but that could be forgiven. The man was nearing his mid seventies, after all. There would soon be three generations of cursed women in this room, something that had not happened in some time, if ever. Angela's own grandmother had passed before Angela had turned eighteen, and the timelines were murky for the generations before that. Including Angela himself, four women present had been affected at one time or another. Luna's Changing Day was a momentous occasion for the family. Something that happened only once, occurred when she was turning eighteen, and would become such a foundational part of her life was special, and was to be treated accordingly. She had received a car from her parents and a few smaller gifts - including a check for ten thousand dollars - from her grandparents. But the material gifts were secondary to The Change. "I can't believe you let Grandpa stay as a dog for that long," Luna said, laughing with tears in her eyes. Theresa smiled at her granddaughter. "Oh, Jack is always getting himself in the doghouse. I figured that he might as well really go there." Luna giggled, her bubbly personality on full display. She had inherited Lisa's incredible looks, which was not surprising since both of her parents were born out of someone's ultimate sexual fantasy. She had kept Lisa's long, blonde hair, but her skin was a mixture of each parent - more tan than Lisa, but more smooth than Angela. She was taller than Lisa, longer and more lithe, and was quite curvy for eighteen. Lisa knew that she was going to feast on men for as long as she wanted. Lisa sat back in her chair, watching her only child. Both her and Angela had done their absolute best to prepare Luna for this day, in hopes that they could avoid the pain each one of them had gone through. They were open about sex and changes from an early age. They wanted the change to be part of Luna, something she knew about as early as possible. They taught her how to guide her changes, how to target bodies that she preferred. They taught her about both men and women, and things that each tended to like. They let Luna make the call as to when she was ready for sex, and provided her birth control once she made that decision. The trio had a very close-knit relationship. Some on the outside would look at Luna's upbringing and call it disgusting, but each parent and grandparent in this room had nearly had their lives destroyed by this curse, before persevering through and making it their own in some way. Lisa knew that Luna - with her happy-go-lucky personality, charm, and outsized personality - would do well with it all. She is far more ready than I ever was. Probably more ready than Angela at eighteen as well. Angela reached over and grabbed Lisa's hand. "My love," he said. "You've got that look in your eye again. You're spacing out." Lisa smiled as her small hand was engulfed by Angela's larger one. "Just thinking about the future, dearest. About our child." Angela nodded. "I know what you mean. I'm nervous for tonight. The boy should be acceptable though, and he was into Luna when they met this morning." "You vetted him?" "As much as I could. It's impossible to fully check these things, though. You know that." Lisa grinned. "I wouldn't be the woman you see today if you could." Angela raised her hand and kissed it. "What a waste that would be. You are aging like fine wine, my love. More beautiful at forty than at twenty. Your friends must hate you." Lisa raised an eyebrow at her husband. "If I recall, nobody could hate me. My blowjobs are too good." "That they are," Angela said, laughing. "I will never tire of them." Lisa felt her desire rise a bit as she thought about the previous night. It had been a long, passionate night, punctuated by Lisa becoming some sort of sex demon. Very succubus like, but just a bit off, lacking the cloven hooves and horns. "You think Theresa's got Luna for a little bit?" "What, now? You horny little devil," Angela grinned. Lisa smiled back, reaching under the table to brush her fingers across Angela's cock. "Always and forever." Midnight approached and the young man that Angela had mentioned showed up on their doorstep. He had met Luna this morning, and Luna had told him of her 'friend' that was in a bit of a dry streak and was looking for a hookup. After staring at Luna for a bit, the boy had readily agreed to meet her friend that night, hopeful that she was as hot as Luna. Besides, if he satisfied her friend well enough, he might have a chance at the other babe.. He was taken to a spare bedroom where Luna waited. "Hi!" Luna said, smiling. "Aaron was it?" Aaron smiled nervously. "Yeah. Hi again, Luna. I like your name." "Thanks, I do, too." She looked him over. "I think Lucy is going to quite like you. Thanks for doing this." Aaron could hardly take his eyes off of Luna. "Oh, errr.. You're welcome. Anything to help people out, you know. I'm all about helping out. In the bedroom. Err.. I meant.." he trailed off as he realized that he was perhaps saying too much. Luna giggled, touching Aaron's knee. "You're too cute," she said. "I like you." Aaron's cock stiffened at that. He wasn't sure what Luna's friend looked like, but he was aching to sleep with Luna. The damn girl was so hot, and she was so brazen about it. It was almost more than he could take. Luna looked at the clock in the room. Three minutes left - it was go time. "Excuse me for a minute. I need to get a drink. Do you want anything, Aaron?" "Uhh.. no," he said, watching Luna walk away. He knew exactly what he wanted. Luna left the room and walked two doors down to the master bedroom, where her parents were waiting. She smiled as four eyes turned to her. "He's so cute and nervous. He just wants to fuck me and it's adorable. Thanks for finding him, Dad." Angela grinned. "You'll do great, Luna. I can't believe you're turning eighteen. How time flies. Happy birthday, honey." Lisa wrapped her daughter in a huge hug. "Always remember that we are here for you whatever happens. Come find us if you ever need help." Luna smiled. "I know, I know. This is exciting! We've talked about this for so long and it's finally here!" Every eye turned to the clock, counting down the seconds. Three women were going to undergo changes in this house in a moment, something that had never happened at all. Lisa and Theresa had only changed together a handful of times, before. Luna had been given the option of changing by herself, or with Lisa and Angela around, and she had preferred the latter. As the clock struck midnight, both women flinched. "Ohhhh," Luna said. "It feels so weird. Like my body is tingly everywhere." Both parents smiled. Lisa was feeling the same thing now, and Angela had strong memories of it. "That's normal," said Lisa. She was undergoing a fairly standard transformation, with little in the way of popping or stretching. Her skin altered a bit, but all that really happened was she looked a bit younger. She had gone back to their old stomping ground - the gym - to try for an Instagram Hot Girl, even though Instagram had shut down a few years ago. She didn't want anything weird happening on her daughter's changing day. Luna's stature didn't change all that much. There was no twisting of bone or ligaments at all. Her skin darkened a bit to a nice bronze - almost a latina. Her body, already close to an ideal shape, barely changed at all. As the changes rolled up her stomach, Luna laughed aloud as her skin tone changed. Her breasts increased in size slightly, and her face aged a bit. She looked closer to Lisa's current age - maybe early to mid twenties for both of them. Luna's hair darkened quickly, going black and shortening to her shoulders. And with a sudden pop and a squeak of surprise from Luna, a dog's tail slid smoothly from her tailbone, stretching out two feet behind her. Lisa's eyes bulged and she glared at Angela. "You said you vetted him! This isn't vetting. I thought you snooped his fantasies!" Angela looked back and forth from Lisa to Luna. "I did! What the fuck is wrong with kids these days!" Luna looked back over her shoulder at the tail. It swished back and forth, as if it had a mind of its own. She giggled abruptly. She had a tail! And her hair was black! This was too funny. "It's okay dad. I kind of wanted a fun change for the first one." Angela thrust his arms at Luna. "There, see? Our daughter is fine with it!" Luna grinned. "Besides, mom. Maybe he did vet Aaron." She gestured to the tail. "Looks like he found him at the vet." Both parents turned to Luna, and Lisa let out a long, dramatic sigh. "That joke was worthy of your grandfather. I'm glad to see you inherited his terrible sense of humor." Luna giggled again. "I think I need to go find Aaron. I'm feeling a bit.. horny, and I don't think I should be in this room for much longer." Angela waved her on. "Go give the kid a night to remember. Your mother's got a similarly feral look in her eye. Good luck, honey." Lisa watched her daughter leave the room, tail sticking up through her shorts. She shook her head. "I can't believe you didn't find out about that," she said. Then she shook her head and laughed. "Only Luna would be excited for a tail." "Poor guys that end up dating her," Angela said in agreement. "She's too adventurous by far. It took me ages to want to try out anything weird." "Me, too," Lisa said. "Though you know all about that." Angela smiled down at his gorgeous wife. "You got a good one, this time," he said. "She looks a lot like you. Just younger. Maybe hotter." Lisa smiled at her husband. "If you keep talking like that, I'll go join Aaron, too." "No, I think I'd like to keep you for myself," Angela said. "My special lady. Thank you for everything you do for me. I think I've finally got daddy beat. I'm the luckiest man in the world." "It is still weird that you call him daddy," Lisa said. "But you're welcome. You make it so easy to be your wife. And you've been such a lovely father for our little Luna. No family could ask for better." Angela smiled, leaning down to kiss his wife. She reached down to feel his lengthening shaft through his pants and he jumped a little. Lisa grinned. "Someone's a bit touchy tonight. Come on - I feel really limber. I think this one's a gymnast." She looked up at Angela with a wicked smile on her face. "Want to find out how far I can stretch?"