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Authors Note: I realise that it has been quite a while since the last story and I apologise for that, but my writing is very sporadic due to the way that life always has a way of getting in the way. As with all my stories, the initial concept comes quite naturally, the challenge is always bringing the story to a satisfactory conclusion. This is the 4th story I have published, but for every published story I think there are at least 3 or 4 unfinished stories left on the pad. This story is one of finding out, in this site's usual way, about who the main protagonist really is. How to ignore what other people think you should be, and focus on being the most authentic version of who you are, that you can be. I hope you like it, please leave feedback, I'm always trying to improve where I can. Candy X Wish Book - An Unexpected Wedding Jenny Johansson was startled to be trusted with such an important artefact, her friend had told her that she was going away and that, where she was going, she didn't want to risk taking the Wish Book. In the wrong hands it was too dangerous. Her friend spent time with Jenny before she left, going over the dangers of the book, what the rules were and in which circumstances she could use it. Her friend warned her that, the best course of action was to not use it at all, hide it away and only retrieve it when she returned, however Jenny had a troublesome son and saw an opportunity to nudge him in the right direction... Leo still lived at home with his parents Jenny and Dave Johansson. Both of his parents had successful careers and provided Leo with everything that he had needed and every opportunity to make a success himself. However, after university, Leo had been taking advantage of his parents good will and was still living off of them at 25. Leo: My parents just don't understand, Leo thought to himself, if they'd had the opportunity to relax into a career like me, then that's what they would've done. The fact that they both had to work whilst studying, just to support their education, wasn't his fault. Why should I rush into anything, I've got the opportunity to find something I really enjoy, something truly rewarding, not just a job for the sake of it. The only problem is, I don't really know what I want to do. Jenny: I have to do something about Leo, he can't go on like this, just one little wish in the wish book, what harm can it do? He has a great friend Evan, who is making something of his life. He is starting to climb up the career ladder with the travel company he works for, I heard that he is already the best salesman they have. Perhaps if Leo could live with him for a bit, then some of that work ethic might rub off. Despite the warnings that I was given, it can't hurt, so I wrote in the book: 'I wish that Leo Johansson was moving out to live with his friend Evan and that he would strive to live more like Evan.' The change was instant and as I sat there, everything around me changed. The whole place was covered with boxes and Leo and Dave were packing things into a van that was parked on our drive. This both excited me and scared me, the power of the book was truly amazing. However, now that it's actually happening, I'm sad to see Leo go! I got up quickly to find Leo, I wanted to maximise the hugs now, before he was gone. I found him in the hallway, and much to his annoyance, gave him a big hug and kiss. I even started to well up and he told me to get a grip, he was only moving 2 miles away! In less than an hour, the loading of the van was finished and I waved them off. I hope I did the right thing, lost in my thoughts, I went to Leo's room to tidy some of the mess that had been made. Leo: Finally, we were off, I don't think that I realised until it was happening that I needed to move out, cut the apron strings and all that. I was determined to give it a go on my own, whilst also learning how Evan was being so successful. Mum had got a bit soppy and I told her to get a grip. Truth is I was trying to get rid of her quickly, because otherwise I would've become emotional too! When we arrived, we spent a couple of hours unloading the van, but before long I was waving Dad off and getting settled in. Evan and I decided to get takeaway pizza for dinner and after unpacking a few boxes, I settled down for the night exhausted. The next day, I got going with the rest of the boxes and by lunch I had finished my last box. Everything was where I wanted it, except one thing. In the last box I had found a blank notebook that looked kind of old. I text mum to ask her if it was hers and then made myself some lunch. It was Friday, so Evan was at work, plus he said he had a work party that evening to celebrate the year's successes. He did ask if I wanted to be his +1, but I told him I'd rather stay at home and get settled. I didn't really know many of his work colleagues and I wasn't feeling like small talk with strangers. During lunch I got a call from mum, she explained that the notebook was actually a very powerful artefact that she was looking after for a friend. She went on to explain a story about a Wish Book, how it worked and how I shouldn't use it. To be honest, it sounded like complete fantasy to me. I promised her not to use it and that I would drop it over on Sunday, when I went back for Roast Dinner. I also wondered if I should talk to dad to make sure mum wasn't losing her mind. Evan got home early from work to get ready for the party, I'd been lazing on the sofa, but wanted to help when I saw how tense and stressed he was. He tried to wave it off as nothing, but I could see he was anxious about something. It was obvious he wanted something badly, but I didn't know what that was. After listening to him stomp around the house for 30 minutes, my curiosity got the better of me and I got the notebook out. What did mum say? You just need to write 'I wish' then whatever you wanted. A small wish couldn't hurt could it? It's probably bullshit anyway, I thought. I'll just wish I knew what Evan wanted. I began to write 'I wish I...', then I was interrupted by Evan. "I want this so bad..." he muttered. "Evan just tell me what it is that you want!" I exclaimed. "It's just a work thing, it's nothing, really," he replied. "I can see it isn't nothing, what is it?" "Fine, it's an award at work. I can't figure out if I've won it or not. Me and this other guy were neck and neck, he closed a few last minute deals and so did I, what I can't figure out is who's total was the most. That's all." "Ok, but even if you come second, that's still really good, right?" I offered. "Normally, I would say yes, but this is a winner takes all competition. Second gets nothing, first gets a week's holiday for 2 in Thailand, including the extra leave allowance," he said, fretting again. "Wow, that's pretty generous, that's all that it was?" I asked, still not really getting it. I knew Evan and if he didn't win this time, then he definitely would next time. "Yes that is all that it was..." So that was what he wanted, I thought, as I finished writing the wish. '...was what Evan wanted.' In the split second after, I realised what I'd written! I thought I could change it, but it was too late, things had already changed dramatically. Ella: I was still sat at the dining room table and Evan was stood behind me, but beyond that everything had changed. I looked down and realised that I was wearing an incredibly revealing little black dress. It was sparkly, off the shoulder, with a dip in the front that showed a very generous amount of cleavage. I could feel that I was wearing a bra and that the bra was helping to support the large breasts that I was now gazing down at. I could feel that my legs were crossed and that the hem of the dress was pressing on the top of my thighs, meaning that the dress was only just past my butt. The foot that was on the floor felt like it was on tip-toes, I looked down to see that I was wearing some serious looking black high-heeled shoes and that they were on the end of some very shapely legs. Somehow, I was a...woman! What the hell? Why was I? Oh shit, the wish! I am now what Evan wants!! I was in shock, stunned into immobility. At that moment Evan leaned over me and read the line I had written. "Aww, you're so cute babe. You ARE exactly what I want, but the insecurity is endearing!" he said. He leaned closer, took the pen and wrote his own line - 'I wish that Ella Johansson would stop writing in this book and do what I ask her to do.' "Now, please can you get that sexy little butt of yours into the bathroom and put your makeup on for the party?" he asked. "Yes of course, Evan," I replied instantly, closing the book and getting up. Once I stood up, Evan drew me in for a kiss and I realised that he was much taller than me, he had to lean down as he kissed me on the lips. He held the small of my back and the back of my head in a deep passionate kiss. This reinforced the shock I was in. Once he was done, he spun me around and nudged me towards the bathroom. With surprising ease, considering the heels I was wearing, I automatically walked to the bathroom to do what he had asked me. Once there, I proceeded to expertly apply makeup to my face. The reflection in the mirror was astonishing, the girl staring back at me was beautiful. She had my blonde hair and blue eyes, you could still see a resemblance to how I had looked minutes ago, as Leo, but the girl staring back was in a different league. She was the kind of girl men went wild for. She would get a LOT of attention. She had a pale face, without any imperfections I could see, she had big innocent looking eyes, a small nose and nice juicy lips. Her blonde hair was arrow straight and disappeared down her back. I turned slightly to see how long it was, it ended just above her butt. This focussed me on her butt, which jutted out slightly in the dress. It wasn't a huge butt or anything, but looked very squeezable. This side-view also highlighted her breasts, which were definitely more prominent than her butt. Where her butt was cute, her breasts looked bountiful. Initially I had no idea of the cup size, but then D sprang to my mind, I was D-cup, I thought definitively. The black dress was even more dramatic from this angle. The sleeves were little circles that only went around her upper arms, the top was off the shoulder and the drop in the front made it look like her bosom was straining to get out. As I followed it down, the dress cinched in to a small waist and then flared out again to accommodate her hips, stopping very soon after that, leaving her creamy white legs on show from high- thigh to ankle. Where her feet were stood on the heels, which looked to be around 4-5 inches, pointy toes on classic black design. She wore a sparkly black headband that kept her hair behind her ears and going straight down her back. She had 2 small sparkly earrings and a matching pendant style necklace, with the sparkle resting just in the start of the cleft of her cleavage. As I'd stood there, she'd applied various things to her face, the most dramatic of which was some lipstick that matched her nail polish, rouge-noir was the colour. I stood there admiring the colour match as I held up the back of my hand to the mirror, showing the nails that went a cm or so beyond the end of her fingers. I realised that I needed to stop referring to her in the third person, the girl was me and I was her. It was my body, my outfit, my makeup and my stunning looks. I thought back to the book and realised I was even more screwed than currently being female, he had wished me to stop writing in the book, so how was I going to get back to being Leo?! In addition, he'd wished that I do what he asks, I felt the compulsion immediately when he asked me to put my makeup on. It was only now that I'd finished, that I was fully back in control of what I was doing. This was unbelievably scary, I needed to fix this and quick! I desperately hoped that I was only Evan's plus one for the evening, but the kiss had said otherwise and, as I thought about it, I realised that we were together. I AM Evan's girlfriend! I picked up a small selection of the makeup, walked to our bedroom and deposited the items in the small shoulder handbag that I had selected for the evening. Starting to realise that my mind seemed to know things that I needed, like how to put makeup on, how to walk in heels etc. I realised that I could access this info just by thinking about it. I stood there thinking about this evening. Into my mind popped the info that, I (as Ella) had said yes to being Evan's plus one of course. As his girlfriend, it made absolute sense that I would go and be there to support him. I knew he was still anxious about winning the award and I had made sure to make the extra effort to look stunning so that it showed him in the best light. Then I wanted to try something else, I wondered how long I'd been Evan's girlfriend. Two years was the instant answering thought, we would celebrate our 2 year anniversary at the end of next week. We had planned a party with all our friends. Evan and I had known each other for much longer though, in the same way as when I was Leo, we had been through school together. We'd always got along well, but it was only 2 years ago that we had decided to progress beyond just friends. Then I thought about the house and how long we had lived together, the answer was about a year and a half. In my mind I remembered moving in yesterday, but I also had an additional memory of moving in 18 months ago. This was weird! "Ella, can you grab my bow tie from the hanger please?" Evan shouted through from the dining room. I felt the compulsion again, swung the handbag onto my shoulder, grabbed the bow tie and walked through to give it to Evan. "Here you go," I said, noticing for the first time my voice. It was very high in comparison to my old voice and was quite quiet. "Thanks babe, can you do it up for me?" "Sure," I replied. He looped it around the back of his neck and I had to reach up to tie it. As Leo I had been about 6ft tall, Evan had always been taller, but only a couple of inches. As I stood there doing up his bow tie, I guessed I must now be about 10 inches shorter, in 4-5 inch heels. That would put me somewhere around, or perhaps even below 5 feet! I finished by folding down his collar. He lent down grabbing my butt, one hand on each cheek, confirming it's cute squeezability in a way that caught me off guard. "I just know that tonight is going to be a night to remember," he said, before leaning down and planting another one of those passionate kisses on my lips. "I believe you are absolutely right!" I managed to say, slightly breathlessly, once the kiss was done. "Can you keep an eye out of the window for the taxi? It should be here any minute, I just need to use the toilet," he said. I immediately went to the front window and looked out, finding that I was unable to move from this spot. I realised that, because of the way Evan had asked, I was compelled to stay here until the taxi arrived. I had to think of a way out of this, I could end up doing anything that Evan asked. I pulled out my phone, deciding that my only help might be from my mum. I thought about the Wish Book and realised that the details around it were very similar, except in this reality, I had mistakenly picked it up with a pile of old books mum was giving back to me. We had also agreed that I wouldn't use it and that I would return it to her on Sunday, when Evan and I came over for our weekly Sunday Roast. I tried calling, but there was no answer, so I quickly text her - 'Mum, I'm sorry, I think I have a problem. I used the Wish Book and now I need to un-wish some things. The problem is, Evan accidentally made it so I can't make any more wishes! I need your help, please text back!' Just then the taxi arrived and I shouted through to Evan, "The taxi is here Evan!" The next hour or so went super fast, we were in the taxi for 20 minutes, then we arrived at the party. I was startled by how many people I now knew and by the way that I easily worked the room, introducing myself and getting to know those I didn't already know. Everyone reacted with warmth and (from most of the men) a decent amount of appreciation for how I looked. Unexpectedly, this made me feel good, I felt proud that people noticed how I looked and obviously liked it. After about half an hour of welcome drinks and mingling, we sat down for dinner. This is where I reconnected with Evan, him having been pulled into some briefing before the dinner. When I saw Evan again, he looked incredibly pleased with himself. I didn't have chance to ask why, whilst we were with the other 8 guests at our table, but I assumed he'd been given the nod for the award. Dinner was excellent, both the food and the conversation. Everyone was in a good mood after a great year and just wanted to celebrate. I did get one chance to check my messages, there was one point I needed the toilet and excused myself from the table. The toilet experience was, shall we say, different. I had to let myself go on a kind of auto-pilot as I hiked up the skirt of my dress, pulled down the stringiest panties I'd ever seen and sat down. I leant forward staring at the panties I'd just pulled down, marvelling at how I'd not noticed before the string that had obviously been nestled between my butt cheeks. I relaxed my bladder and began to pee. It was then that I remembered to check for messages. Mum had text - 'Hi darling, sorry, your dad and I are out this evening as well. Just go with the flow for now, I know that you will want to speak to me tomorrow anyway ;-) Perhaps we can go for coffee and you can tell me all about your evening?' It was slightly cryptic and not at all reassuring, I will have done many things I didn't want to by tomorrow. But I didn't see what else I could do. I couldn't tell Evan about the book, who knows where that would lead. I decided I had no choice but to follow mum's advice, ride it out until tomorrow and then take the book with me to coffee so that she can fix this! After touching up my makeup, I returned to the table. The rest of dinner went well and as soon as it was done the awards started. I recalled that this was my least favourite part from the 2 previous year-end events I'd attended with Evan. The awards normally took over an hour and, unless Evan won an award, were a bit boring. I was hoping this year would be different. It was much the same as the previous years, until the last award. Evan's CEO, Max, was talking and suddenly I realised he was leading up to the award Evan was hoping to get. I sat up and paid attention. "....in a break from how we normally do this, I think we have one colleague who would like to come up on stage to say something," he said and I was shocked when Evan got up and made his way to the stage, even putting on a microphone on the way up. "Thank you Max," he said as he stood behind the lectern. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would first like to apologise for taking over like this, but I hope that once you see the reason, you will forgive me. I have something very important that I would like to do, so I would like to ask my girlfriend to come up on stage with me," he said, then looking directly at me, he continued. "Ella, would you come up here with me please?" I was horrified, even as Leo, I'd hated doing anything that drew the attention of a crowd. Small groups and working a room were one thing, but the attention of the whole room scared me. However, I had no choice, Evan had asked me directly and I found myself walking to the front and up on stage to warm applause and a few cat-calls from a couple of the more inebriated members of the audience. I kept going until I was right next to Evan, where he had indicated when he asked me. He turned to face me and I did the same, then he went down on one knee. It was at this moment that I realised what he was about to do! Not for the first time that day, I was in a shocked paralysis as he took out a ring from a box from his pocket, then holding the ring, he took my hand. "Ella Johansson, you are the most beautiful woman in the world and the best thing that has ever happened to me. You make me a better man and are exactly what I've always dreamt of in a woman. I would be absolutely honoured, if you would agree to marry me?" he asked, then to my doom, he added, "Please say yes?!" joking and motioning to the crowd, as if to plead with me not to embarrass him in front of all his work colleagues. I tried, I really tried to say no, to run from the room screaming in defiance. To shake my head, to not say anything, but it was useless. "Yes," was all I heard escape from my lips as the room erupted into clapping and cheers. Evan slipped on the ring, then jumped up, grabbing me around the waist, lifting me from my feet and spinning me around whilst kissing me deeply again. But that wasn't the end of it, it got worse... Once the noise had died down and those on stage had congratulated us, Max approached the lectern again. "Now, I know that we still have one award left. And so, it gives me great pleasure to let everyone in the room know. And you will all join me in congratulating him for his hard work this year. The salesperson of the year award goes to Evan Coles!" The room erupted once more, with everyone clapping, cheering and congratulating Evan. I even found myself congratulating him, some kind of automatic response to the fact that he'd got the award he'd so craved. "So, as you know," Max continued, quieting the crowd. "The prize for this award is a luxury beach holiday in Thailand for 2. This time however, it will be a special holiday. Evan has informed me that he and an army of helpers, including his family, Ella's family and all their friends have already arranged the wedding! Without the knowledge of Ella, they have organised the wedding for next Friday, a week from today. The new Mr & Mrs Coles will then jet off to Thailand, on the same day, for their honeymoon!!" The room erupted for the third time, but this was the loudest and longest. Everyone was looking at me and they saw the look of absolute shock and bewilderment on my face. Maybe they mistook my reaction for elation. Evan grabbed me again, kissing me wildly over and over. The emotions overwhelmed me and I even started crying. I couldn't believe this, a few hours ago I was a guy named Leo. Now I'm a woman named Ella, I'm engaged to my best friend and we are getting married next week. This cant be happening, kept repeating over and over in my head, like a mantra. People actually laughed with joy when they saw me crying, again assuming it was pure joy on my part. This went on for minutes, with me stuck in the centre of the stage, completely dumbfounded. Somehow I eventually managed to console myself by hanging on to the hope that I could straighten this all out tomorrow. As soon as I got the book to mum, she would put things right, it was the only thing that stopped me going crazy. The rest of the evening flew past with endless congratulations, drinks, toasts and the drunk dancing that these evenings inevitably degenerate into. I remember being relieved when Evan and I were left alone to slow dance together. I found a weird kind of solace and protection when he held me in his arms. Eventually, after many protracted goodbyes, we left the party in a taxi. Evan was both drunk and elated. He kept explaining all the things he'd had to do to keep the evening a secret. He went through all the things that were arranged for the next week. The dress fitting with the girls the following morning, the flowers, the church, the stag and hen parties and countless other things that he, and practically everyone I knew, had conspired to arrange. These worries paled into the background as soon as he put his hand on my leg and moved it up, just under the hem of my dress. He began to lightly caress the inside of my thigh. "Not in the taxi Evan!" I said quietly, not wanting to draw the attention of the driver. He whispered in my ear in response, "I can't wait to get you home, I deserve something special as a thank you for all the effort I've gone to, don't you think?" "Yes, absolutely," I said in a surprisingly sexy and alluring way. I reeled inside my head, realising that I had basically just promised him sex. I tried to think of what 'something special' might mean to Evan, and the answering thought horrified me. According to my new memories, 'something special' normally involved a blow job as well as sex. I also got a blast of additional memories of sex, where Evan was dominant and I was always compliant and submissive. Sex always involved me on the bottom, on my knees, up against something or bent over something. I was living a nightmare. Much too soon, we were back at our house. Evan quickly bundled me out of the taxi and as soon as we were stood up, he grabbed me and drew me in for a kiss. As he did this, he put one arm around my shoulders, crouched a little and put the other arm under my bum. Picking me up, whilst still kissing, he carried me up the drive and into the house. He continued all the way into our bedroom, only breaking the kiss when he deposited me on the bed. Now was the time to say no, to stop this from happening, but I couldn't. I'd agreed to do whatever he wanted in the taxi and it seems the compulsion was going to hold me to my word. In seconds he was naked, having stripped off his clothes in a mad rush. I just laid there on the bed, in denial of what was about to happen. He pushed up the dress, then sat me up and pulled it off over my head. Next he deftly undid the strapless bra, but he obviously found the shoes and g-string panties a turn on and left these on. Foreplay was minimal, he spent a couple of minutes kissing and caressing my breasts, but was too keen for the main event to wait any longer. However, I guess in line with what he 'wanted' in his girlfriend and much to my annoyance, this indeed aroused me too. I could feel something alien and yet familiar, a tingly feeling and a slight dampness in my crotch. This dampness took seconds to increase to a slick wet feeling. Just in time for the end of Evan's attempts at foreplay. He held both of my hands above my head with one of his hands, then with his other hand, he guided himself to the entrance of my vagina. I'd been trying to deny that I had a vagina, trying to deny that this was possible. All denial ended as he slowly slid into me, when he was all the way in and I could feel his balls lightly tap my butt, I let out an involuntary moan. As Leo, even I knew that I wasn't a very experienced lover, but Evan was rudimentary, or even primal, in comparison. His technique, if you could call it that, all centred on him enjoying himself and bringing himself to climax, without any real consideration for me or what made me feel good. However, as a result of the wish, everything he did actually caused an unbelievably good response in my body. And, to my surprise, I was the one that climaxed first. As I was floating in the bliss of orgasm, I could hear feminine moaning and sounds of encouragement, only realising they were me as the intensity passed. My orgasm seemed to confirm to Evan that I had gotten my enjoyment from sex and now he wanted something different. "Now that you've climaxed, can you blow me?" he asked. The compulsion again kicked in and before I could even think about trying to stop myself, I had rolled on top of him, sunk down to his cock and popped it into my mouth. I was horrified and as the musk of our mingled juices hit my nostrils, I thought I would puke. But the compulsion hard other ideas, I licked and sucked briefly, then I began to bob up and down, getting him deeper and deeper into my throat. My lack of gag reflex surprised me and within a minute or so, my nose was buried in his pubes. My mind was reeling and horrified, but the noises I was making gave Evan a different impression. He became even more aroused and before long he took control. He grabbed the sides of my head and dictated the pace at which he wanted to go. I had to take the opportunities I got to breath when I could. I had a moment of clarity, realising that this experience will probably stay with me forever, I could feel the climax coming, but was completely helpless to do anything about it. As he climaxed, he pushed my head right down, so that his cock was as far down my throat as it could be. I felt his cock tense and explode down my throat, stream after stream of come shooting directly down my throat and into my stomach. All I could do was swallow and hope not to pass out. Once the ordeal was over, Evan fell asleep whilst spooning me. I could feel, as the excitement receded, his cock go limp, allowing me to be more comfortable as he pressed into my bottom. The thoughts of what I'd done, what Evan had done to me, how I was going to get out of this and how I would possibly get over this, swirled around my mind for what seemed like hours. Eventually however, I must have fallen asleep. Wakefulness came to me slowly, I had not been as drunk as Evan, but I had drunk a couple of glasses of champagne, or at least Prosecco I think. This caused me to be fuzzy as I awoke, initially I thought that I'd had some kind of strange dream, that I was really still Leo and perhaps it was just a nightmare. But one small movement dispelled that thought, as I felt my breasts jiggle and my hair swishing around my face. A further mental inventory caused me to rub my thighs together, letting me know that I had slept in the g-string and nothing else. What I couldn't feel was any sign of Evan, nor hear anyone else breathing. I dared to open my eyes, taking a few seconds for them to adjust to the morning light. I found that I was on my side facing Evan's half of the bed. On his pillow I saw a note. I reached out to it, again noticing my petit hands with painted nails and audibly groaning. I rolled onto my back, momentarily disconcerted as my breasts jiggled and settled into place. Trying to focus, I opened the note and read: 'Morning my beautiful wife-to-be Ella, Thank you for last night, you were amazing and I can't wait for many more nights like that ;-) I believe that you have lots of things to do today, so don't be late to meet you mother! I've gone to the gym and then I have lots of things of my own to do. Meet you back here for dinner, would you please make us your amazing spaghetti? Anyway, love you lots, enjoy the day! Your husband-to-be Evan xxx' I felt slightly nauseous as all the memories of the day before came crashing back to me. I laid there trying to compose myself, then remembered that Mum was the key to getting all this straightened out. I hopped out of bed and found my phone in my hastily discarded handbag. Looking at the messages I had one from mum, telling me when and where to meet her. I didn't recognise the address, but assumed it was a new cafe she had found. I had just over an hour to get there, just enough time, but I needed to get moving. The shower was an experience, at the start, I found that I had some dried fluids on my thighs and this brought back the nausea. Then I tried a different tactic and just let myself go on autopilot. This proved to be a big help and before I knew it, I had showered, brushed my hair, got dressed and applied some light make-up to cover up the slight shadows from last nights events. I went down to the kitchen, with the intention of getting breakfast, however when I got there I didn't feel up to eating. I figured I could just grab something at the cafe, so just had some juice instead. It was now that I had stopped, that I took stock of what I was wearing. It was a summer dress, it was April, but the weather had been quite warm recently, but I felt quite exposed. The dress was low cut and showed a lot of cleavage. It came down to mid-thigh and, as per another of Evan's preferences, I wore only g-string panties, a lacy bra and some heels to go with the dress. In my mind, I now knew that Evan preferred me to wear pretty dresses or skirts, he liked his women feminine, petit and submissive. He likes scanty underwear and heels. He likes me to wear makeup and always to look my best. I had to distract myself to stop these thoughts coming, I didn't want to know any more of what Evan wanted, I wanted to get the book, see mum and put an end to all this! The thoughts were like a tap, turn them on and they just keep running. I grabbed the book, some keys and left the house, locking it as I left. I turned to the drive and groaned again as I realised that the car that I had the key for, was the bright pink Fiat 500. Yesterday I'd driven a beaten up old silver Ford, as I thought about it again, I realised that Evan had bought me this to replace the Ford, when he got one of his sales bonuses last year. I resigned myself to driving it, given no other choice as Evan had already left in his BMW SUV. Once I was driving, I had to admit that the car was actually fun to drive, although disconcerting at first in the heels. I made good time and the SatNav got me to the parking lot of the address mum had sent. When I'd parked the car and got round the corner, I immediately realised that this wasn't a new cafe, it was a bridal shop! My heart sank. Mentally coaxing myself to move, I made my way to the door, I was still hopeful I could avoid the embarrassment of trying on dresses, if I could get mum to wish me back to normal. I trudged into the shop. As soon as I opened the door, I realised that my chances of getting back to normal straight away were limited. As I walked in, I was greeted by my mum, Evan's sister, Evan's mum and another of our school friend's Jo. As I thought about it, it became clear that Jo was now my best girlfriend, even though in my mind, she was just one of the wider group of school friends. I was bombarded with some quick memories of her and I spending a lot of time together over the years. Rationalising in my mind that there was no reason to be rude, I hugged and kissed all the women, trying my best to look both happy and grateful. What happened next was something that I never dreamed I would ever experience. Once I had given a satisfactory explanation of the events of the previous evening and shown off the ring, the ladies ushered me into the changing room to try on the first of 10 gowns that they had already pre-selected for me. Any hope of alone time with mum were dashed as I was whisked into the changing room accompanied by Jo. She was so excited that I felt kind of awkward. She was more excited than I was. She wheedled every little detail of the previous evening from me including, much to my embarrassment, some of the details of the passionate sex that followed the proposal. Whilst doing this, she expertly helped me into the first dress. This was elegant and long, but had an in-built corset, which Jo tightened mercilessly until I could only take tiny gasping breaths. When she spun me around to look in the mirror, I couldn't comprehend what I saw. My reflection was one of absolute and unquestionable beauty and femininity. Personally I couldn't think of anything that was more feminine than a beautiful woman in a wedding dress and that is just what I saw. The dress itself accentuated my curves, cinching in at the waist dramatically, the top was lacy, with my shoulders and cleavage visible, but only through lace. The skirt flowed down to the floor, with a modest train of a couple of feet behind me. It was a stunning dress, but in my mind, I knew it wasn't the one for me. Evan would want something more classical, more of a skirt and train, this was too modern and straight. As soon as I had looked, Jo ushered me out of the changing room and into the waiting room that contained the other 3 women. They buzzed around giving their own appraisal and opinions of the dress and the general consensus was that this wasn't the one. So, Jo ushered me back to the dressing room to try the next one. This process continued and also took forever, each change taking at least 15 minutes. The 7th dress that I tried peaked my excitement, I knew as soon as I saw it, that this was the one. It was off the shoulder, held up only by the in-built corset. The cleavage was dramatic and accentuated my bust. The corset gave the same dramatic curve as the first dress, but this one had a large skirt that proofed out and ended up about 1m from my feet by the time it hit the floor. To achieve this it had, what seemed like endless, netting and layers underneath, This all ended in a train a couple of metres long. Jo didn't have to usher me out with this one, I actually felt excited to see the reaction of the group. Somehow the dress made me feel different, I couldn't ever remember this happening as Leo and I was amazed how clothes had the capability to do this. I practically floated from the changing room to the waiting room. The reaction confirmed everything I already knew, this was the one, beyond any doubt. I spent a full 15 minutes talking excitedly with the others about the dress and what accessories would be needed to go with it. Jo and my mum spent another few minutes persuading me that I may as well try on the rest of the dresses selected. The argument that eventually won was 'what if there is a dress even better than this one?', I considered the possibility extremely remote, but reluctantly I tried the last three on. Once I'd removed the dress, I started to be able to think more clearly, somehow wearing that dress had clouded my judgement, turned me into a giddy bride to be for real. I wondered if this was somehow to do with the wish, or the ability of clothes to make me feel different. Perhaps one to ask a female friend at some point... Anyway, as I'd predicted, the final three dresses were nice, but not anywhere near the 7th one. The selection was made, mum paid the store and arranged all the details while I removed the last wedding dress and finally put back on what I had entered the store in. I had to admit to myself that it had actually been fun, especially the way the 7th dress had made me feel, however my focus switched back to getting mum and I alone and getting out of this mess. Things still weren't quite going my way though, mum had invited everyone to have lunch with us, Evan's mum and sister already had plans, but that still left mum, myself and Jo. When I thought about Jo for a second I recalled that she and I had always been there for each other, in this reality at least, I could trust her with anything. I wasn't yet ready to share the knowledge of the wish book with her though, so I guess I'd have to be a little more patient until at least after lunch. Lunch went fine, I stuck to a simple sandwich, finding that I was full after probably only half of what I used to eat. I had to rely on my ability to recall memories I didn't know I had, to fill in gaps in my memory as they came up. But given these 2 women were the ones that knew me best in this reality, I think I did ok. I was startled to realise that by the time we finished lunch it was 3pm, I started to get a nagging feeling inside that I needed to go to the grocery store. It took me a couple of minutes to realise it, but this was the compulsion kicking in and I needed to get the ingredients for Spaghetti Bolognese for Evan. I panicked slightly, was I ever going to get mum alone to sort this out? Or would I be stuck like this for another night, and all the things that would inevitably entail. I managed to persuade mum to swing by the store with me and come back to ours for a chat before she went home. Finally, after a pit stop at the supermarket, we were back at mine and finally alone. I quickly stowed the stuff in the kitchen, made us a cup of tea and sat down at the dining room table with her. "So mum, I have a little bit of a predicament with the wish book that I'm hoping you can help with!" "Ah yes, with all the excitement of the day, I'd forgotten about that. What is it dear?" she asked innocently. "There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to lay it all out. I am not really Ella, or at least I shouldn't be Ella. My name is Leo and I am not your daughter, I am your son," Mum looked a bit shocked, but I ploughed on with the explanation. "Last night, I accidentally wrote a wish in the book that said 'I wish I was what Evan wanted', that wish changed me into your daughter, as it seems what Evan wants is a wife! Anyway, I was supposed to write 'I wish I KNEW what Evan wanted' as he was stalking round the house fretting about his work awards. It doesn't end there though, as soon as I'd finished my wish, Evan lent over my shoulder and, thinking it was my diary or something, he wrote 'I wish that Ella would stop writing in this book and do what I ask her'. So that means that I can't write in the book to undo the wishes AND I am compelled to do what Evan asks. For example, he asked for spaghetti this evening, so I am compelled to make it!" "But, that can't be right, I always remember you as my daughter!" she stated. "Yes, but what did your friend tell you about wishes in the book and those who don't see those wishes?" I asked. "She said that no one else would notice any different, it would be to them as if things had always been as they are after the wish is fulfilled. So you're trying to tell me that I don't remember having a son instead of a daughter?" "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying." "But, why did you want to be a girl?" she asked. "I didn't want to be a girl, like I said, I accidentally wrote my wish wrong and I certainly didn't realise it would make me a woman!" "What about last night, you told us all that you got engaged, celebrated at the party and then had sex at home! Why would you have sex if you are really a man? I don't understand why you are telling me this Ella." I was getting a little frustrated at how slow she was being, but I stayed patient, to her I am now as I have always been. "We did have sex, as much as the Leo part of me didn't want to, the Ella part is what Evan wants, so that makes Ella a heterosexual woman. Plus, I have to do whatever he asks and he asked me to do it, so I had to!" "Ok, so he asked you to have sex and he asked you to marry him, so you had to say yes?" "Yes!" I answered, finally we were progressing. "But what about today? You've spent the whole day trying on wedding dresses, spending time with the girls and acting like a woman?" "That is a fair question, I didn't want to talk about the book in front of anyone else and this is the first time I've had you alone. And, to be perfectly honest, there were parts of today that I enjoyed. It was interesting to see how it is for women and the wedding dress process was not something I ever thought I would experience." "I see, so today was just pretend?" she asked, visibly hurt. "No, it was as real for me as it was for you. However, I don't feel right like this. I was never meant to be a woman, I'm meant to be a man named Leo." "I see," she said, deep in thought. "So can we change me back please?" I asked, getting the book out and opening it up. I was slightly shocked to see that there didn't appear to be any wishes in it. Then I reminded myself that the last wish was by Evan, so basically everything as it was had become reality, even Evan's wish for me to stop writing in the book and do what he asks. Those we could rub out if Evan was present, but given we would now write new wishes, they would all need a new wish to reverse. Mum also looked at the book blankly. "There are no wishes here?" she asked. "That's because Evan's was the last wish. Did you make any wishes in it?" "Yes, actually I did, so that's gone as well?" "Yes, basically everything as it is now is reality, until we wish otherwise." "What happens if you try to wish?" she asked. I picked up the pencil I had fetched for the wishes, but instead of writing in the book as I intended, I closed it and put the pencil down. "I can't, I tried, but I just closed the book instead," I responded frustrated. "That's why I needed you, so that you can wish all this right." "Ok, I think I see, I did always want a son, but your father and I could never have another child. We did try but it just never happened. I always thought that Jo was like another one of my children, she was always at ours so much." She slid the book over and started to write: 'I wish I knew what life was like if Ella had always been a male named Leo.' Suddenly a look of knowing and understanding spread across her face. "Aha, my wish makes much more sense now. When you were Ella, I couldn't quite remember why I'd needed to wish that you move out of home and live with Evan. Now I know that it was because you were sponging off us as Leo!" "Sponging?! I was just enjoying my life and easing myself into my career!" I responded hurt. "There didn't look like much progress from my perspective. You want to go back to that life? You sure you don't want to stay like this, even for a little while? You have things all figured out, whereas as Leo you seem aimless." "That hurts mum! Yes, I'm sure, I don't want to stay like this, I don't want to be a girl." "Ok fine, but perhaps I can make life better for Jo, she always had a crappy home life, maybe it would've been better if she was mine." "Wait mum don't do anything hasty..." But it was too late, she was already writing: 'I wish that Jo and Ella were my twin children, Leo and Ella.' I felt a change, but not the one I was expecting or hoping for. I remained sat there with mum, as Ella. However, as the memories started to settle, I realised that Jo no longer existed. In the place where she had been was Leo, he was even more present than Jo had been, especially now that we were twins. He looked exactly how I had previously looked and it was weird seeing memories of him that weren't my own. Even the memory from today had changed subtly, Jo was no longer my maid of honour, that was now Evan's sister. In this reality, her and I now had an even closer relationship than before. She replaced Jo in all the memories of the day and when I left the changing room each time, it was just to show both mine and Freya's (Evan's sisters) mums. "You worded it the wrong way around mum! Now Jo is Leo and I'm still Ella!!" "Sorry, I didn't mean to, that's just the way it came out," she said defensively. At that moment, Evan let himself into the front door. He was not alone, he was with Leo and before I could move, I was staring open mouthed at Leo and Evan standing in the dining room door. "Hey mum, hey sis," said Leo cheerfully. "How'd the wedding dress fitting go?" I was in shock and couldn't yet arrange my thoughts in a logical manner to respond. Luckily mum spoke. "It was great, thanks. Ella found the perfect dress." "Aww, glad little Ellie Wellie found a dress, I know she'll look like a little princess," Leo teased. "Don't listen to him," Evan said as he walked over to me, taking my hand and dragging me into a standing position so that he could kiss me and put his arms around me. "You will look beautiful, I'm certain of it," he said trying to defend me. I was totally off balance mentally, I was so convinced that I was minutes away from getting back to being Leo and now it felt like I was further away than ever. To make matters worse, in this new reality, Leo existed, I just wasn't him! Then Leo walked over to mum, who still had the book open in front of her. He lent over to kiss her like he always did. This bought memories of how he was much more affectionate than I had ever been with her as Leo. It was annoying but he seemed much more at home in his skin than I'd ever been, he was confident and not afraid to show his emotions. "What's this? Some kind of wishing game? Who's Jo?" It was mums turn to look shocked and concerned and I had just about calmed myself down (was that the feeling of security that Evan's hug and kiss provided?). I jumped in to protect mum. "That was me, I was just joking around that it'd be better if I had a brother who acted more mature like my friend Joe at Evan's office," I quickly tried to cover. "Ah well, if that's the case, maybe I should make some wishes about you!" He grabbed the pencil and as I stared in shock, held firmly in Evan's arms, he wrote: 'I wish my little sister was less of a prude and more fun. I wish she would accept me for how I am and love me all the more for it. Lastly, I wish she was in the kitchen making the spaghetti bolognese that she promised us and that it was almost ready as I'm hungry!' This time the change was more dramatic, I found myself transported instantly to the kitchen, where I was stood in front of the hob, stirring a huge saucepan of bolognese. Next to it was a pan of pasta bubbling away. This wasn't the only change though, I looked down to see I was wearing a well-used apron that said 'Domestic Goddess' in elegant writing on the front. That was only minor in comparison to the rest of my wardrobe change. I was still wearing a summer dress, except this one was figure hugging, stretchy and was very short, coming to a stop just below my butt. In addition, my breasts were pushed up and together, to the point they looked like they might spill out if I bounced too much. Then there were the heels, I'd previously been wearing some open toe, strappy heels of 3 inches. Now I was wearing red heels that must've been 5 inches high. I appreciated the extra height, but not the way that my toes were now squeezed into a point. Just then mum came into the kitchen. "Hello dear, that didn't go quite as planned, did it?" "No it did not!" I stated, exasperated. Although a small wave of relief washed over me when I saw she had the book. "I've told everyone else what this is and what it does, however I have also told them that we will no longer be using it and that it will get returned as soon as my friend is back. Now, before you get all anxious again, I am willing to use it for you. I think it might be best if I wish that you can use it again and then hide it somewhere." "Yes, I completely agree. Why don't you make the wish and then hide it in my underwear drawer?" "Ok, sounds like a plan. You finish dinner and I'll stow this away safely." She left the room and I returned my attention to the stove. It was only once I'd turned off the pasta that I realised I no longer had the strength to lift the saucepan. If I couldn't lift the pasta, then I wouldn't be able to lift the bolognese either and I realised that I would have to ask Evan or Leo to help me. I began to walk to the kitchen and was momentarily distracted by the way the heels made my hips sway and my boobs jiggle. It felt both natural and unnatural, I had numerous memories of this before, but they still felt like I hadn't actually lived the memories. I went through to the dining room, where i also noticed that the table was already set, recalling that I'd done this too. Evan was sat at a chair at the head of the table and I walked up behind him. I had intended to ask him in a normal way, but that wasn't to be either. I leaned over him, kissed him on the neck and ran my hands all over his biceps. "I need a big strong man to help out in the kitchen, I have some heavy lifting I need doing," I breathed suggestively in his ear. Luckily Leo seemed to think this was normal behaviour for us and didn't say anything as Evan followed me back to the kitchen. As soon as we entered the kitchen, Evan grabbed me by the shoulders, spun me around and then picked me up and sat me on the worktop. He proceeded to kiss me passionately whilst his hands caressed me in a very suggestive way. When he did finally break the kiss, he said: "Was that the lifting you needed help with?" in an innocent tone. I was a little taken aback, flustered and annoyingly aroused. My body had it's own thoughts about my sexuality and what it liked. "No it was not, as you well know!" I managed to say. "You can't blame me for wanting to do that though, surely? I can't help it when you look so sexy in that dress and apron!" he replied. "I need help draining the pasta and then carrying the dishes through to the dining room." "Ok, that's not a problem, but what's the magic word?" he said, as he began to rub my hips and thighs again as he stood in front of me, with me still sat on the kitchen worktop. "Please," I responded, getting frustrated. "That's a start, but how about - please my darling husband to be, I'm not strong enough to lift the pans, will my big strong hunk of a man drain the pasta and carry the dishes through for me?" At first I thought he was joking, but then I saw the look of expectation and anticipation on his face. "Ok fine, please my darling husband to be, I'm not strong enough to lift the pans, will my big strong hunk of a man drain the pasta and carry the dishes through for me?" I tried to sound as confident and non-plussed as possible, but I sounded exactly as I appeared, feminine and humiliated. "There that's better." He moved away and started to do as I'd asked, however he left me sat on the top and it was only now that he'd moved away that I realised how high up I was. I contemplated jumping down, but I quickly dismissed that thought, as it wouldn't be wise in the heels I was wearing. I could break the shoes, or even my ankle if I tried that. I sat there patiently, expecting Evan to come and get me down once he was done. He drained the pasta, carried the bolognese through and then came back for the pasta, just as he was about to leave the kitchen again, I coughed. "Yes darling?" he replied as he paused by the door. "Can you get me down?" I asked, gesturing to my predicament. "I could..." he started. "Please?" I added quickly. "Please what?" he asked teasingly. "Please can my darling husband-to-be, help his vertically challenged lady down from the worktop?" "Certainly my lady," he bowed patronisingly, as he set down the pasta, lifted me down, taking the opportunity to caress my butt. Then he spun me around towards the door and ended his caressing by slapping me on my right butt cheek, causing me to yelp and fly through the doorway in surprise. By this time, mum was back at the table and was chatting with Leo. They turned and stared at me, sniggering as Evan came through the door with an innocent expression on his face. Dinner was another surprisingly enjoyable experience, I felt a huge amount of love for the people in the room, even if it seemed like a strange unfamiliar love to me right now. The conversation flowed, the food (if I do say so myself) was excellent. Time skipped by and before I knew it, mum and Leo were making their excuses to leave, citing the fact it was already 9.30pm and they both had things to do in the morning. "Besides, we will see you all tomorrow at Sunday Roast, 2pm at mine. Don't be late or Leo will have eaten all the pigs in blankets!" Mum said as she left. It was only then that I realised that her and Leo were going home together. When I thought about it I realised that Leo still lived at home. The worse thing was, mum was fine with it, somehow I knew that she was comfortable with him living at home as long as he was working. I felt a pang of jealousy, he'd truly replaced me! I wished that mum had never started this by wishing I would leave home. Maybe if I hadn't been so lazy and got a job, then none of this would've happened, I thought wistfully. However, my thoughts were not given time to wander as Evan closed the door and swept me into another passionate kiss. He'd obviously got ideas of what he wanted to do with our little encounter in the kitchen and as he kissed me he carried me through into the kitchen. He started by placing me back on the kitchen counter, he undid his trousers and underwear, let them fall and kicked them off. Then he pushed up the skirt of my dress as he pulled me towards the edge of the counter, then lifted me off and down onto his penis. My body reacted, loving the power he had over me. He showed what seemed like incredible strength and control, as he lowered me down, easily sliding into me as he realised how ready I was for him. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, locking my ankles together and snaking my arms around his neck. This urged him on and his kissing became more urgent and frenzied. He began to lift me up and down, sliding me up the full length of his penis and then lowering me back again. I couldn't believe how this made me feel, I had no control over the situation, but my body loved it. How I could so willingly submit to a man and enjoy the feelings so much, left me reeling in my mind. But any thought of trying to stop what was happening, had disappeared in a haze of erotic feelings and responses from my body. Instead I found myself moaning in pleasure. His pace quickened at my obvious enjoyment and after another couple of minutes as we were, he obviously decided that he couldn't get enough purchase. His mouth left mine, then he withdrew for a second, spun me around and bending me over the counter, he pushed back into me. My arousal jumped another level, his obvious lust and urgent need to increase his speed, caused something in me to react. When he pulled down the top of my dress, expertly removed my bra and began to caress my breasts and tweak my nipples, I was lost. I felt a crescendo of pleasure and emotion wash over me. I felt an uncontrollable shudder and, from what sounded far away, I heard a loud pleasurable moan. He stopped caressing my breasts and the shudder subsided, I realised again with clarity that the moaning had come from me. He continued his relentless pace, holding me at the edge of another one of these waves of pleasure and emotion. Then, at will, he would caress my breasts again. Causing another wave to wash over me and an involuntary moan to escape my lips. I realised that I was totally his, he had complete control. He could bring me to orgasm, orgasm himself or stop if he wanted to. I had absolutely no choice in the matter, I was his plaything, dancing to his tune. He chose to bring me to a climax twice more, each one intensifying from the last. Then I felt his moment draw near. His pace, which up to now had been steadily increasing, became ragged. I felt his penis twitch within me and I had a perfect understanding that he had gone beyond the point of no return. Within seconds he buried himself in me, as deep as he could go and exploded. As he did this, he grabbed my breasts and tweaked both nipples simultaneously, sending me into the most intense climax yet. I hit a new high, as I felt him pulse into me over and over. The shuddering and moaning more intense and louder than any of the previous climaxes. I was spent and collapsed onto the worktop breathing heavily. It took me a minute or so for the haze to clear and whilst this was happening, I felt him remove his hands from my breasts and begin to pull out of me. This feeling, a want...no a need, to be filled washed over me. The muscles of my vagina tried in vane to hold him inside, but all that happened was an audible sucking sound as he withdrew. He put his clothes back on, grabbed a beer from the fridge and left me there on the top. Still prone and panting. Laying on my front on the top, was however, slightly more useful than left sat on the top legs dangling. I was much closer to the floor and managed to lower myself carefully down. I stood on wobbly legs, immediately readjusting myself. I was unable to process what had just happened and my mind kind of clocked out. The autopilot kicked in and I put my bra back on and adjusted my dress back into place. Then I thought I would go take a shower, but autopilot had other ideas and I proceeded to tidy up the kitchen. By the time that the kitchen was clean, I had composed myself enough to start to think rationally again. I practically ran upstairs, knowing that I should be able to end this ordeal right now. I went into our bedroom and into my underwear drawer. Underneath all of the disturbingly sexy, lacy and stringy underwear, I found the book. I set it down on my dresser and quickly found a pencil. I opened the book and then quickly thought about what to write. If I wish that I was Leo, then perhaps it would just swap Leo and I as mum had originally intended. It seemed like a reasonable attempt, then I could refine it if things didn't work out as planned. I looked at the book, noticing again that the pages were blank. I had the full intention to write the wish I'd just thought of, but when I tried I got the same result as earlier. Instead of writing, I found that I had closed the book and put the pencil back down. I tried again and again, but got the same result. Oh was I pissed off now, whatever mum had done, it hadn't fixed the problem and I was still stuck as Ella!! I stomped off to the bathroom, I had to take a shower. Now I would have to wait another day to get this fixed, I was going to give mum a piece of my mind! The shower did manage to calm me down, the experience as a woman was much more sensual than it had been as a man. As Leo, showers had always been functional, get in, wash, get out. All done in less than 5 minutes. But as Ella, I found it much nicer to stand under the water, letting it wash over me and washing some of my anger away at the same time. I spent some time washing my body and my hair and even blow dried my hair before I left the bathroom. I somehow knew I'd need to do this, otherwise it'd be a mess in the morning. I put on a nightie, which was black, silky and short, but there wasn't really any alternative. All the nighties were short, silky and various bright colours and I wasn't really feeling any brighter colours like pink or yellow. While I was there, I put the book back away in the drawer. I could only assume the others thought mum had taken it home and I didn't want Evan finding it and getting any ideas. I got into bed and despite all the thoughts running through my mind of the book, how mad I was with mum, all the things I'd done with Evan that day and how I was ever going to get back to normal, I fell asleep relatively quickly. During the night I had a vivid dream, in the dream, everything started normally. I was Leo and I was with Evan. We'd gone for a hike along the coastal cliffs. We stopped for lunch and were joking around, but suddenly things turned weird. He started teasing me, telling me that I wasn't much of a guy, I'd be better as a girl. As he said this, I changed into Ella, but the teasing continued. He told me that I'd make a better girlfriend than friend, and as he said that, things changed and we were kissing and caressing each other. Then suddenly I felt that I was on the edge of the cliff, Evan's kissing and caressing was edging me closer and closer to the edge. Then suddenly, he dipped me into a passionate kiss and as he let go, I fell over the edge. I awoke with a start, but instead of the scream that I expected, I was moaning. Before my mind cleared and I realised what was happening, I felt an intense feeling from my breasts and crotch which caused me to climax. The cliff edge must have been metaphorical for my arousal, as I came down from my climax, I realised that Evan was on top of me. His penis was pumping in and out of me, whilst he was sucking one of my nipples and caressing the other with his hand. I was already past the point of having any control, even if I'd had the willpower, I would've struggled to shift him off me anyway. He took pleasure in seeing the realisation in my face as I was finally awake. This spurred him on to step up the pace, his perception being that I was enjoying the wake-up sex. Similarly to last night, he had me completely under his control. He managed to bring me to climax once more before we climaxed together. He shot another load of his sperm deep inside me. The shuddering orgasm that I experienced caused me to space out again for a minute or so. I vaguely felt Evan pull out of me and move away, I assumed to the bathroom. When I eventually did calm down again, I started to worry about how good the sex actually felt. It was very different from a male orgasm and, loathed as I was to admit it to myself, this felt better. I rationalised this by telling myself that it was all as a result of the wishes. This is what Evan wanted, a woman who he could expertly bring to orgasm multiple times before he climaxed, wasn't that what a lot of guys wish for? To most men, the female orgasm was mysterious and often unattainable. However Evan somehow knew, not just how to push the right buttons to initiate one, but also how to repeat it multiple times and just how to hold me on the edge. I thought back to the times where I'd had sex as Leo and I couldn't be sure that I'd ever caused a woman to orgasm, sure there were the associated moans and positive noises, but most guys understood that even these could be faked. I got anxious that I made a better woman than I did a man, this is perhaps what my dream was telling me. Along with the fact that Jo made a better Leo than I ever was too... This thought ran over and over in my mind, to the point where autopilot kicked in and I began to get ready for the day. Evan exited the bathroom and I entered, entering into what was starting to become a familiar routine. Once I was dressed and ready for the day, in another tight stretchy summer dress, I went down to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for Evan and I. We only had a light breakfast of fruit and yoghurt as I knew that Mum's roast dinner was always verging on a feast. That got me thinking about talking to Mum, about the book, and getting her to let me be able to wish again. I'd need to take the book with me and that made me instinctively think about which handbag would be suitable for it. Before long, with a big tote bag slung over my shoulder and strappy 3- inch sandals to match the dress, I was ready to go. As felt normal in this situation, Evan drove, but on the way he confirmed that I was driving back so that he could have a few beers with Dad and Leo. This was fine by me as I didn't want to drink anyway. I wanted my full faculties as I planned to wish back to normal before the day was out. In complete contrast to my previous experience at my parents Sunday lunch, the lead up to eating was manic. I was expected to help mum in the kitchen with all the preparation. Initially I thought this would give us a chance to chat, but it was too hectic. With so much to do and all the timings to get right, mum and I were both completely preoccupied with lunch to discuss anything but that. It was only once lunch was done and the 'boys' had cleaned up, that I finally got to sit down with mum. At this point I wasn't mad any more, I was tired and just wanted to get back to normal. None of this would matter as soon as I was Leo again. "So mum, about the wish book, I tried again last night and I still couldn't make any wishes. What did you actually do, or did you forget to wish anything?" I asked her, as soon as we were sat down alone in the living room. "Ah yes, I err...I have a little confession to make. I didn't wish for you to be able to use the book again." "Yes, I'd managed to figure that part out, but why?" I asked. "Well, I thought that it would be nice to have a daughter for a little while longer, the last few days have been marvellous and I didn't want them to end," she responded defensively. "They may have been marvellous for you, but did you not stop to consider what they have been like for me? Inside I'm a man, what do you think it's like to be compelled to act like your best friend's fianc?? In addition. The wish I suggested would've meant you still had a daughter and a son, just the other way around. The person who was always meant to be a woman, would be a woman and I would be a man!" I tried to stay calm, but it felt like she was being deliberately obtuse. "Yes, that's true, but I'm not sure how to explain this, so I'm just going to say it. I think that Jo makes a better Leo than you did and I think you are a better person as Ella, than you were as Leo." "But mum, I am meant to be Leo!" "That's true, but I do know that I'm not looking to make any wishes about the current Leo and we both know that wasn't the case when you were Leo. Look, I know that you don't want to stay like this and I know that this can't be easy, but is there any way that I can persuade you to stay this way, just until after the wedding?" "What, why?" "I'd love to experience the wedding, I just feel like it's going to be so magical. Plus, I think spending some time as Ella would be good for you. Think of all the things you would learn, the perspective you would get and then how good that knowledge would be when you are male again." "Well, reluctant as I am to admit it, there are aspects of this life that have been, shall we say, enjoyable. But, that doesn't mean I want to stay this way and I'm not sure that I can do it for the whole week." "Just give it a try, look at it as a kind of virtual experience. You get to try out things from the female perspective, something most men will never understand. And, I promise that it'll be worth it." "Ok fine, but I want to be able to change myself if I don't like it, so I need you to wish that I can make wishes." "Ok deal, did you bring the book with you?" I got the book out of my bag and passed mum the book, along with a pencil and she opened it up, quickly writing the wish: 'I wish that Ella Coles was able to write in this book.' At that point, we heard the boys coming through, mum snapped the book shut and handed it back to me. I dropped it back in my bag, along with the pencil, pleased that I was now back in control. All of the things that I'd agreed to do were now conditional on whether I wanted them or not, and if I didn't like it, I could change myself back whenever I liked. This made me feel much more comfortable and content. We spent most of the afternoon at mum & dad's house, going for a walk and a quick pint at the pub. Jenny: I wasn't really sure what it was that had come over me, but I really didn't want to change the way things were now between Ella, Leo and I. I'd always felt that I should've had 2 children and now that I had them, I didn't want to mess that up. I didn't lie to Ella, I did really want to experience the wedding, but I also wanted things to stay as they are on a more permanent basis. I knew that she wasn't about to let me have the book back, so I had an impulsive thought. Before Ella and Evan left, I pulled Evan to one side. "Evan, I have a little treat for both Ella and yourself. I have let Ella take the wish book home with her, but I think she might be reluctant to use it, so I thought I'd let you know in case you wanted to have a bit of fun." "Thanks Jenny, that's very kind, but I thought we weren't supposed to use the book?" Evan asked. "Well, I spoke to my friend and she said that as long as you make simple changes. You know, perhaps cosmetic or behavioural, for one or two individuals, then it should be fine," I lied. "Oh ok, so what sort of things are allowed?" he asked innocently. "Well, I'll leave most things to your imagination, but I thought, now that you are practically married, you could test the boundaries a little. There must be some role plays that you would like to try, or some fantasy that you would like fulfilled? If you know what I mean?" I winked at him suggestively. "Aha, ok, that kind of thing. Is there anything I should avoid?" "Well, I would keep the changes to the two of you and don't mess with genders. Apparently that particular change can cause unforeseen consequences," I lied again. "I can live with that, I can't imagine Ella would want to be a man and I definitely don't want to be a woman!" he chuckled. I gave him a knowing smile. "I've always felt like Ella always struggled with the modern image of a woman. She was always torn between what she thought she should be like and what she really wanted to be. I wonder if she wouldn't rather relax and let herself fit into the old fashioned stereotype of a woman, almost like a traditional housewife. Does that make sense?" "Well, that does make a lot of sense, she has always been very agreeable, always keen to do whatever I asked her to do. Maybe I could help her explore that and overcome any reservations she has," he pondered. I momentarily wondered if I'd gone too far, but it was too late now, I'll have to wait and watch to see what happens. "If I know Ella, the book will be tucked away in her underwear drawer," I added. "Thanks Jenny, that's very kind and open minded of you." He walked away looking like the cat that got the cream. I had a feeling that Ella was going to preoccupied over the next few days! Evan: What Jenny had told me had got my mind spinning at all the possibilities of the next few days. I was keen to get started, but I wanted to give Ella a chance to use the book herself. So I said nothing of it that evening. When I suggested going to bed early, I thought that would be the opportunity for her to experiment, so I was a little surprised when she got into bed and promptly fell asleep. It was nice to lay there, spooning her, breathing in her scent and enjoying the sense of pride I had in being her fianc?. I knew that I was lucky to have found a girl like her, she was truly unique and I definitely didn't want to change that. But, the time lying there awake, gave me time to think about what kind of fantasy I wanted to wish for first, I decided that I would get up early and make the first round of wishes. I set my alarm and settled down, content and excited for the possibilities of tomorrow. I woke to the alarm and quickly silenced it, I could hear Ella lightly snoring and slowly extricated myself from behind her. I left the bedclothes off of her, hoping this wouldn't wake her, but she was in a deep sleep. I wanted to see my wishes at work. As Jenny had suggested, the book was in Ella's underwear drawer, along with a pencil. I took them out and started my wishes: 'I wish that Ella Johansson was completely comfortable performing the duties of a traditional housewife. I wish that she had no aspiration beyond a clean & tidy home, enabling an easier work life for me by preparing my meals, clothes and home life calendar. I wish she felt a huge sense of fulfilment from doing these things, needing no praise from me, but getting all the reward she needs from the pride in doing these things to a high standard.' That's the things for her, hopefully that will let her be more like what Jenny said she wants to be. I did have a passing thought that I should check with Ella what she wanted, but then I dismissed it, obviously her mother would now better than anyone what she really wanted. Now a few things for me: 'I wish that Ella Johansson had big melon sized breasts, plump dick sucking lips. I wish that I had a nine inch cock.' I looked at Ella as the changes took effect, her breasts swelled to an unbelievable size and her lips instantly looked so plump and juicy. She stirred slightly, but remained asleep. I couldn't help but feel super horny and I was surprised when my new enhanced appendage sprang to attention, sticking out, seemingly huge in comparison to my previously modest 5 inches. I felt momentarily embarrassed that my excitement had driven the last few changes and decided to hide the book on top of the wardrobe where Ella couldn't reach. But then I remembered, so long as she didn't see me write the wishes, she would believe this was how things are. This reassured me and my last apprehensions melted away. I figured this was only temporary anyway and I'd try some different changes later. I slipped back into bed, repositioning myself behind her, but now I began to gently caress those massive breasts to slowly wake her, I needed her really badly... Ella: Evan and I grabbed a snack on the way home and spent the evening chilling out. Evan was tired and keen to go to bed early, I had to admit that I was also tired. We both went to bed and I fell asleep quickly, feeling content and protected with Evan spooning me. As i began to wake the following day, I could feel that Evan was still spooning me, except now he was also caressing my breasts. The feeling was intense and amazing, all my girlfriends were jealous that I had huge breasts that were still so sensitive. They told me this was unusual and that big breasts normally meant less sensitive. That had never been my experience, mine always felt amazing, especially when Evan was paying them attention. My mouth was dry, but this wasn't unusual, my plump lips meant that my mouth was always, ever so slightly, open. I kept a water by my bed so that I could freshen my mouth in the mornings. I reached out to drink it, then I turned around to Evan. "Morning lover, is someone keen for their morning blow job?" I asked him suggestively. This was normal for us, we didn't usually kiss, as my breath tended to be bad due to the open mouth thing. So, we'd agreed early on in our relationship, that a blow job was the obvious answer first thing in the morning. "Yes Ella, that would be wonderful," he responded. It filled me with pride that he was still so kind about it and never pushed me to do it, but to be honest, it was something that gave me pleasure too. As I slid down the bed and started to suck on his cock, a crazy passing thought in my mind told me that this was wrong, that I was a man and I shouldn't be doing this. However, my excitement as soon as I was sucking on his cock, meant I dismissed this into the background of my mind. Now that my excitement had begun to build, the saliva in my mouth had returned in abundance. I managed to lubricate the whole of his shaft and then without messing around, I opened my mouth, being careful to keep my teeth out of the way, and plunged down onto his cock. On a good day, I could get his entire length down my throat and bury my nose in his pubes and today was a good day. A wave of pride hit me as I managed to get his entire length into my throat. This is where I had to position myself carefully, experience had taught me that I couldn't heft my breasts up and down for long, whilst giving him a blow job. he was on his back and I had to lie perpendicular to him, with my head and neck over his hip and my breasts resting on the bed nestled up to his side. That way I could move my neck up and down without lifting my breasts. It did mean that I couldn't slide all the way off of his cock, but I could flex my neck far enough to allow me to take a breath, before plunging back down again. I'd built the skill up over the last couple of years and now I could regulate my breathing, and for the moments when he climaxed, I could hold my breath for well over a minute, whilst I swallowed every drop that I could extract from him. I knew this was kind of slutty, but it gave me a thrill to be able to do this for him, plus I loved the taste! This morning it didn't take long form him to climax, I could feel his excitement build quickly and when he grabbed the back of my head, I was ready. He exploded directly into my stomach, pulsing into me for a few seconds. When I felt him relax, I slowly withdrew from his cock, making sure to lick and suck off any excess saliva or delicious sperm. "That is always a fantastic way to start the day, thank you Ella," he said. That feeling of pride washed over me again. "You're welcome my love," I replied genuinely happy I'd pleased him. "Why don't you go and brush your teeth and freshen up? We haven't finished yet, I'd like to have my way with you at least once more before work." I felt the compulsion to do what he asked and found myself sauntering to the bathroom. As I walked I instinctively held my breasts with my hands. I'd found that, unless I had a bra or corset, then I needed to hold them to prevent them from hurting my back. The compulsion reminded me of the wish book, the wish that he'd wished accidentally, along with the no writing in the book wish. I remembered that I'd wished to be what Evan wanted and as I looked at my reflection, I couldn't quite remember what I'd looked like before. Then I remembered the little voice in my mind while I was sucking Evan. It had said that I was supposed to be a man, but that cant be right, no man would have these deliciously large breasts, or these fantastic lips, or my looks or my body! But I couldn't shake that nagging voice, telling me this was somehow wrong, I was meant to be Leo. But that couldn't be right either, Leo still lived at home with mum and dad, so how could I be him, plus if I was him then who should he be? None of it made any sense and was all a bit confusing, I put it down to a bad dream and sleepiness and ignored it. While I'd been thinking this, I'd brushed my teeth and had a quick wee. I was excited to get back to Evan. I loved it when he fucked me with his delicious cock, I just had to have him inside me, it was the only time I felt whole. I practically ran back to the bed, well, as much as I could run on tiptoes whilst holding my breasts! This body was definitely not made for running, but I did know something else that it was made for... As soon as he saw me, Evan stood up and pulled me into a deep kiss. The way that he took charge and that his tongue instantly had access to push into my mouth through the natural 'o' in my lips, caused me to shudder with excitement. I knew what was coming and couldn't wait to get him inside me so that I could feel whole again. After a few short seconds of kissing, he picked me up and deposited me in the middle of the bed. He climbed on, pushing my legs apart. He laid down on me, but didn't push into me straight away. This built the anticipation as I could feel his amazing cock at full attention between us. He began kissing me again, playfully nibbling my lips, fondling my breasts, rubbing his hands over them and tweaking my nipples. This sent me wild with desire and he knew it, but this time was different and it held me at the edge longer than normal. He was paying much longer attention to my breasts and my lips than normal. I had a recollection that this was like the first few times we'd had sex, when we first started going out. Like it was the first time he'd seen me naked and wanted to savour the moment. After what felt like an eternity, he was finally ready. It was easy for him to find my vagina and begin pushing onto me, as by now I was practically dripping. As soon as the first inch of his cock pushed into me, I orgasmed. This is where he showed his amazing control again, instead of urgently burying himself into me, he continued his controlled progress, so that he took almost a minute to get fully inside. The orgasms that had started pretty intensely, just reacted to this by building and building. Wave after wave and crescendo after crescendo of the most amazing feelings washed over me. I moaned and whimpered and thrashed about. Desperately trying, but failing, to get him fully inside of me as fast as possible. When his length was finally inside, the final crescendo caused me to shudder and moan once more. He stopped there, with that masterful self control, letting me revel in the feeling of being filled, impaled and at his mercy. "I love it when you moan like a slut!" he whispered to me as he gently kissed me on the lips again. "I can't help it, you make me feel amazing! I'm whatever you want and I want...no I need you to fuck me!" I replied, instinctively wanting these feelings to continue. He kissed me gently again and then began to slowly pull out of me. I couldn't help but squeeze the muscles of my vagina, trying to keep him inside. This was futile and pointless. His first few thrusts were slow and deliberate, but that control soon began to ebb away. Before long he was thrusting in and out of me faster and faster. I saw stars, the earth moved, I shuddered almost continuously, moaned like a slut and felt like this was truly the greatest single moment of my life. I revelled in orgasm after orgasm, building until that moment when I felt the most gigantic pulse from his cock. He buried himself into me fully one last time and climaxed. This rough treatment pushed me over the edge too and as I lost all sense of reality, all I could feel was pulse after pulse shooting inside of me. Coherent thought was beyond me for a few moments. As I came around, I felt content that he was still buried inside me. I was still subject to his whim, when he wanted to pull out, he could, but with him on top of me, I had no choice but to wait for him. Eventually, he recovered and began to pull out. As he did so there was a sucking sound and I could feel some of our juices escape and trickle down between my legs. The feeling of emptiness was keen and I found myself already longing for the next time. "Right, I need to get ready for work, can you get me some breakfast please?" he asked. What I really wanted to do was bask in the afterglow for a while, however as soon as he'd asked, I felt the compulsion. This was a common occurrence for us, so I was used to slipping on the clothes from the previous day and then showering after he'd left for work. I wistfully wished I could wear some wispy and sexy lingerie, but with my breasts I needed the bra if I was going to actually accomplish anything. So I quickly dressed in the clothes from yesterday, slipping on the panties, the bra and then wiggling my way into the dress. The other thing that always made me feel more comfortable was a pair of heels. Because of my height, I almost always wore them and as a result my heel tendons had shrunk. This mean that it felt uncomfortable bare foot or with flats, so I slipped on the strappy heels from yesterday too, then sashayed off to the kitchen. I knew that Evan would take around 20 minutes to shower and dress and that he would want scrambled eggs on toast after such a round of morning activity. This would only take around 5 minutes to prepare though, so I spent the first 15 minutes tidying the few things from yesterday we'd left in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher and even getting a head start on the washing by putting the first load on. I'd not managed to do any chores at the weekend with everything going on and now I felt almost embarrassed by the state of the place. I promise myself that I would have everything completely spotless and back to normal by the end of the day! By the time Evan came down, I had laid out the breakfast things in the dining room. I'd fetched the newspaper from the letterbox and laid out his juice, eggs on toast and a cup of strong filter coffee. For myself, I had some fruit and a yoghurt. I loved eggs and toast too, but I limited myself to treats only at the weekend, I had to watch my figure! "You look very handsome in your work suit, Evan," I said to him as he sat. "I love the slightly ravished look, my darling," he replied, laughing at his own joke. This was a familiar ritual for us, it was the only time of the day where he looked smarter than I and even then, it was because I'd ironed all his clothes and laid out what he should wear. He had this knack of looking slightly dishevelled within an hour of getting dressed, it was infuriating given the time I spent on making sure he looked smart. We ate breakfast in silence, with him reading the paper. Then once he was done, i saw him to the door with his bag and a reminder that we only had one free evening that week and that was this evening. The rest of the week we had various wedding prep or events. "Thank you, darling. What would I do without you," he said, as he kissed me goodbye. After he left, I again slipped into a kind of autopilot, tidying up the breakfast things and then going for a shower. This included the full routine, including washing my hair and shaving my body hair. Once out of the shower, I spent quite a bit of time drying and styling my hair, removing and reapplying matching finger and toe nail polish, tweezers to my eyebrows to maintain the high arch and then some light makeup. I planned to nip to the shop that day, I probably wouldn't see anyone I knew, but I felt almost naked without it. As I entered my wardrobe to select an outfit for the day, a mischievous thought crossed my mind. I proceeded to wear 3 of the more sexy outfits, take pictures and then sent them to Evan. With the caption - 'A, B or C for when you arrive home?' The thrill of the outfits had increased as I tried them on and as a result, the options quickly progresses from classy to slutty. Outfit A was a classic evening gown, it was short and sexy, but with the right accessories and a bolero, would've made a classy outfit for dinner out. Outfit B was downright sexy, it was a little black dress, with a super- high hem and a v-neck that plunged into the crevice of my breasts. I could've worn it out, but it would be one for attracting attention. Every red-blooded man would be unable to keep their eyes off me. Outfit C was definitely not for going out, one for role playing and for wearing indoors. It was a sexy maids uniform, tight dress, with poofy short skirt. More of a neckline and therefore less cleavage than the little black dress, but this came with frilly white apron and I knew there was also a duster, frilly cuffs and a matching frilly cap in the wardrobe too. I'd wanted the right effect for the photos, so I'd already donned black stockings, suspenders and 5-inch stilettos for the other outfits. With the final outfit, the stocking tops and suspenders were clearly visible. I took pictures in each outfit with suitably sexy poses and sent them off. I began to take the maid outfit off and just as the dress dropped to the ground, I got a text back from Evan - 'No contest, C is the choice! What would make it even better would be to know that you are wearing it the whole day. Please wear it today and send me photos of what you are doing in it? My own little french maid :-)' I thought this was a bit of a silly idea as I needed to go to the shop, I planned to text back saying I'd put it on before he got back as I had things to do. Except, what I actually wrote was this - 'Absolutely my love, I'll wear it all day and send you photos. It'll give me a thrill too! xxx' Instead of continuing to get undressed, I found myself pulling the dress back on. Today was going to be interesting, I thought to myself... I threw myself into the household chores, hoping that if I didn't think about it too much then my outfit wouldn't bother me. The problem was, it was really not practical for household chores, the irony of which didn't go unnoticed. The big thing were the heels, they were 2 inches more than I would normally wear around the house and it didn't take long for them to become pretty uncomfortable. I tried to change them for something more suitable, but I found the compulsion applied to the whole outfit. The next challenge was bending over, I found that I had to prepare myself and have my centre of gravity just right. More than a few times I bent over quickly and nearly found myself flat on my face. This again was connected to the height and angle of the heels, but included the fact that the skirt was also short, so when I did bend over, my arse was on show. This was obviously by design, given what the outfit was designed for, but meant that when I did put the rubbish out and get the milk in, I had to be careful not to flash the entire street. Luckily, there wasn't anybody about early in the morning and I made sure to look out of the peephole in the door, before going outside, to avoid any uncomfortable explanations. It was all fine until there was a delivery, the doorbell rang while I was emptying the dishwasher. I froze, until I realised that there were all kinds of wedding parcels arriving this week and I couldn't afford to miss them, otherwise I couldn't guarantee having them in time. I resigned myself to answering the door and tried to think of some excuse as to why I'd be dressed like this. As it turned out, I needn't have bothered, as I opened the door and spoke to the delivery person. "Bonjour, zis iz zee Coles rezidence, how may I be of zervice?" In a ridiculous, and obviously fake, French accent. "I... err...I have... a delivery for Ella Johansson," the delivery guy stuttered, obviously surprised and shocked by my appearance and silly accent. "Merci, merci, zat iz zee Madsemoiselle of rezidence Coles," I continued on as I took the parcel from him. "I need a err.. a err..signature," he just about managed to say as he obviously ogled my generous breasts. "Absolute!" I said as, without even thinking, I turned to the side, bent over and placed the parcel inside. As I straightened up, it was obvious that he had seen enough of my butt to make him blush. For my part, I stayed in-role and just carried on. I took the electronic pad from him and scribbled 'my' signature, except it was an elaborate and flourishing script that read 'Fifi Sucer', with little hearts for the dots on the i's and a little kissing lips drawing at the end. "Merci, merci," I said again, as I handed him back the pad and closed the door. It was only once the door was closed that the embarrassment and shame of how I had just acted overwhelmed me. Why had I acted like that?! The delivery guy got way more than he bargained for!! Only when I had calmed down and thought about how Evan had worded his text, did I work out that it was connected with his request and the compulsion. I was horrified at what any further interaction might make me do that day, but I didn't have much choice in the matter. I finished off emptying the dishwasher and then moved on to the next thing on my mental list. This was the supermarket and some lunch. This immediately horrified me, I couldn't go to the supermarket like this!! I was moving towards the door before I could object, I grabbed the key for my car and to my unbelievable relief, I also grabbed a coat that came down to mid-thigh and mostly hid the ridiculous costume. What I didn't realise at that moment was that the coat didn't hide my persona. Whilst at the shops, I was still acting like Fifi Sucer, maid of the Coles residence. At the supermarket checkout, I proceeded to tell the checkout girl that I was just shopping for my bosses, all in the ridiculous fake accent. The girl humoured me, whilst also sniggering and waved my items through quickly, just to get rid of me. This was repeated at the dry cleaner and the coffee shop, where I told anyone who would listen, who I was and why I was there. When I got back I collapsed on the sofa and all the embarrassment and shame hit me at once. I even cried a little, until I realised it would ruin my makeup. I had to get a grip of myself! Anyway, the afternoon was slightly less eventful and by the time Evan came through the door, the house was spotless, the washing was done and dinner was nearly ready. As soon as I heard his care, I made my way to the front door and as he approached I opened it. "Bonsoir Monsieur Coles, Fifi at your zervice!" I said, adding a deep curtsey. Evan chuckled, "Good evening to you to!" I took his coat and led him to the dining room, being sure to bend over in front of him suggestively. He had obviously been thinking about this little fantasy all day and before I knew what was happening, he bent me over the table, pulled his pants down, shifted my string panty aside and plunged his full length into me roughly. In contrast to the sex of the previous night, this was quick and animalistic. The position I was in meant that I couldn't really move, I did find myself incredibly turned on though. Being treated in this way actually made me incredibly aroused. This meant that by the time Evan climaxed, I was nearly there too and as soon as I felt him spurt into me, I was sent over the edge into an orgasm of my own. Once we had both recovered, I slipped back into my role and continued to finish dinner and wait on him. He sat at the table, with a content look on his face. We ate dinner, with conversation about his day, I didn't want to recall my day, so I didn't offer up anything and he didn't ask. Once I'd tidied the dinner things away, I went and joined him on the sofa. A little to my surprise, I found him sat there with the wish book open on his lap. "Why do you have that?" I asked, slightly apprehensively, sitting down next to him. "Well, your mum told me that we should enjoy it before she has to give it back. If you read the wishes I wrote I think you'll have some explanations for how your day went," he said, chuckling to himself a little. I read the wishes from the bottom, he'd wished for a bigger penis, it was juvenile but not completely unexpected. Then I read the next wishes about me and I was astonished. "But, I've always had big breasts and lips.," I stammered. I "No, that was me, I have to admit to being slightly horny!" he replied. When he lifted a pencil to the paper and began to rub out the words 'big melon' from the wish I started to feel relieved, but was completely shocked as he replaced them with 'beach ball'. Before I could even utter a word, my breasts had instantly grown. They were now as described in the wish and I felt a huge weight tugging me forwards. Evan caught me from falling forwards and pushed me back into an upright position. Except as I passed the point of balance, the extra weight pushed me back onto the sofa. I'd kind of perched on the edge when I sat down and now the extra weight had caused me to fall back into a slouched seated position. I realised quickly that I couldn't get up, my breasts were so massive that they held me in place. "Evan please, this is ridiculous." I gestured at my breasts. With a sigh, he rubbed out the wish about any changes to my breasts and lips. My breasts returned to a quite normal size, but now that I'd seen him write the wishes, I could still remember the day with melon size breasts. It was only now, once I'd righted myself and got over the shock of the wishes, that I read the rest of the wishes above. "What are these?" I asked, a little annoyed. "Oh, just something your mum said about you being reluctant to give in to your more traditional desires. I thought I'd free you of the hesitancy. Is something wrong?" he asked me as he saw the reaction on my face. "Yes, there is something wrong. I wondered why I'd got so much satisfaction out of all the housework today. I'd quite like to have some strong words with my mother!" I raged. He obviously saw my anger and proceeded to start to rub out these wishes too. "Sorry, I thought..or at least you mum suggested, that this was what you wanted. I'm sorry." As soon as he'd rubbed out the wishes, I was overwhelmed by the memories that returned. The nagging voice had not been a nagging voice, it was the last vestige of my old self, my old MALE self! I felt horrified and violated and sick, thinking about all the things that I'd done. I ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. After a minute or so, Evan knocked at the door. "Ella, are you ok, what's wrong? You turned green and then raced to the bathroom." "I'm ok," I lied. I felt horrible, I had been his fantasy maid and I'd enjoyed it, believing that I truly was a woman. I shuddered at how close I had come to losing my previous life completely. "Do you want me to wish you better?" he asked. "No!" I quickly responded. "That book is trouble, no more wishes unless we discuss them first, ok?" "Yes, sure, absolutely," he responded, I could hear that he felt guilty about the wishes he'd made, but I didn't have the energy to explain why I'd reacted this way. "Can I get you anything?" he continued. "No, I'm fine," I said. "I'll be out in a minute." This placated him, at least for now, and I heard him walk away from the bathroom. I could only hope he felt guilty enough not to try any more wishes. I sat there, hugging the toilet, not convinced that I wouldn't throw up again. I was processing all of the memories of the day and combining them with my old memories, trying to rationalise the activities of the last 24 hours. After a while, I had the idea that I should compartmentalise some of the memories so as best to rationalise them. If I though of the 'autopilot' memories, as I now labelled them, as fantasy memories only possible with wishes, then I somehow started to feel marginally better. Once I'd done this, I no longer felt like I was going to be sick and I managed to sit on the lid of the toilet seat, calming down as I did. Nothing Evan did was malicious or nasty, he had acted like a horny teenager, could he have been more restrained? Yes, but could I honestly say that I would've acted differently in his situation. He believes that I'm his fianc? and we are about to be married. If you can't role play with your soon-to-be wife, then who can you role play with? It was mum that I was increasingly getting mad at, I also guessed a little of the why. She obviously wants to me to stay this way for the wedding and she figured that if I was 'occupied', then there would be less chance that I would change back before the wedding. All of my experiences were because of her, even the original change to Ella, yes I had made the wish but she was the one who made the original wish for me to live with Evan. I wanted to change back to Leo now, I just needed to get the book and to be alone, then I could make the wish to end this nightmare. Getting alone with the book was surprisingly easy, all I had to do was ask Evan for the book, telling him I wanted to put it back in the safe place he found it. I also told him that I was going to bed early to get some sleep, the days events had tired me out, which wasn't a complete lie. I took the book to our room and sat down at the vanity to write in it. I picked up the pencil and tried to write, but yet again, I couldn't do it! I was shocked and even more annoyed. I replayed the encounter with mum in my mind, when I got to the wish, the reason became obvious. Why didn't I spot this at the time?! Perhaps it was that the boys were coming back, but now I realised mum had written Coles instead of Johansson! This meant that I would be able to wish in the book, as soon as i became Ella Coles! I was fuming, I snapped the book shut and shoved it into the underwear drawer. I stomped through my bedtime routine and eventually got into bed. It took a good while but eventually I dropped off to sleep. A little later, I was vaguely aware of Evan coming to bed. He snuggled up behind me and as he did so, I felt his enhanced member pushing at my bottom. He was obviously frustrated, but I just wasn't in the mood for anything like that tonight. Tuesday morning came with slightly less excitement than Monday, well at least on my part anyway. I woke before Evan and could feel that he was still horny, or had morning wood. Anyway, before anything could happen, I got up and showered ready for the day. Today was the day that I needed to go shopping for all the things that Evan and I would need on our honeymoon. It still felt weird to even think that we would get married, but I guessed that it was as good a plan as any to continue until I could wish myself back to normal. I had made one decision whilst I was asleep, I figured that it was no good trying to get mum to see sense before the wedding, reluctant as I was to do it, I'd decided to go ahead with the big day and then have some serious words with mum once I had the power to wish back. Partly because I was worried what other tricks mum would get up to if she had the wish book again, but also, there was a small part of me that had started to wonder what the wedding would be like. I had a desire to experience a proper day in the dress I had selected, partly because of the way it had made me feel, but also to experience the wedding from my current perspective. It would give me a unique insight and when I did finally settle down, I would have these memories to use to make my wife's day extra special. Evan got up, and in line with my decision to play the part of fianc?, I was much kinder to him than I had been the previous night. I made him breakfast and got his work things ready. Sending him off to work with a kiss and a hug. I felt much more in control than the previous day, and after I'd finished clearing the breakfast things and setting the dishwasher going, I planned my shopping trip. I needed to get some things for the beach, some travel toiletries, some swimwear for Evan and I, as well as my bridal underwear. The dress that I'd selected would mean that I would need a strapless bra, whatever pants I would like, either white tights or stockings and white high-heeled shoes. I wasn't quite ready for the full underwear experience that morning, so I decided I would get the more practical things in the morning, stop for a spot of lunch, then continue in the afternoon for the rest of the items. The nearby town didn't have all the the shops that I would need, so I had decided that I needed to pop into London to get everything in one day. Given that I would need to try some things on, I decided that slip on shoes and a dress that was easy to put on would be best. I found some pumps with a small heel and a dress that was simple, yet stylish, a navy blue, knee length, knitted dress. I wiggled into the dress, put on the shoes, grabbed a bag that matched and left, putting on a light navy blue coat as I left. I parked my car at the station, bought a ticket and in no time at all, I was on the train to London. I was still feeling a bit nervous about the shopping trip ahead. I still couldn't believe that I was getting married to Evan, but the thought of getting my old life back straight afterwards, kept me going. As I made my way into the train station, I couldn't help but notice the stares I received from strangers on the street. I knew it was because of my appearance, I knew that this was what any pretty woman would be used to, but it still felt slightly alien to me. It made me feel uncomfortable, but I pushed the thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand. The train ride to London was uneventful, and I spent the time going over my shopping list and trying to plan out my day. When I arrived at the first shop, I was a bit overwhelmed by the crowds and the amount of items on display. I took a deep breath and started making my way through the aisles, picking out the items I needed. As I reached the swimwear section, I found myself hesitating. I had never worn a bikini before, and the thought of doing so in front of Evan made me feel self-conscious. But I knew that I needed to push through my discomfort and get the items we needed for the trip. I finally settled on a cute two-piece set, guessing at the sizes and made my way to the checkout. After a quick lunch break, I continued on with my shopping, picking out toiletries and other essentials. By the time I reached the lingerie store, I was feeling exhausted and overwhelmed. But I knew that I couldn't leave without getting the items I needed for the wedding night. As I browsed through the racks, I couldn't help but feel like a fish out of water. I had never bought lingerie before, and I didn't even know my correct size. But I forced myself to ask for help, and the saleswoman was kind and patient, guiding me through the process. As I left the store, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I had completed the shopping trip, and now all that was left was to pack for the honeymoon. But as I made my way back to the train station, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for my old life as Leo. I knew that I should be happy and grateful for the experience, but the thought of being trapped in this new body forever filled me with dread. I arrived back home feeling tired and emotional. But I knew that I didn't have long left, just make it through the week. I had made a choice to agree to my mum's terms and marry Evan, and I needed to learn to embrace it, no matter how difficult it may be. As I walked in, I was met with the sight of Evan sprawled out on the couch, staring at his phone. "Hey babe," I said, trying to sound cheerful despite my exhaustion. "Ella, thank god you're back," he replied, not even bothering to look up from his phone. "I had such a long day at work, and I'm so tired. Can you make us dinner tonight?" I felt a twinge of annoyance, but I knew that the way he had phrased the request meant I was compelled to do it. "Sure, what would you like?" I asked, trying to sound accommodating. "Um, I don't know. Something easy and quick, please. I just want to relax tonight," he said, finally looking up at me. I nodded, feeling a sense of frustration building up inside of me. I had just spent the whole day running around, trying to get everything we needed for the honeymoon, and all Evan could think about was himself. Despite this, I found myself headed to the kitchen to start making dinner. As I cooked, Evan lounged on the couch, scrolling through his phone and occasionally asking me to grab him a drink or snack. I tried to ignore his behaviour and focus on the task at hand, but it was getting harder and harder to do so. Finally, dinner was ready, and I called out to Evan to come and eat. As we sat down to eat, he barely even looked up from his plate. "This is good," he muttered between bites. "Thanks for making it." I forced a smile, feeling hurt and unappreciated. After dinner, Evan headed back to the couch, and I started cleaning up the kitchen. As I washed the dishes, I could feel my anger building up inside of me. Evan had barely lifted a finger to help all day, and now he was expecting me to clean up after him as well. It dawned on me that perhaps I had the first inkling of understanding of what it was like to be treated as if these chores were my responsibility. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Evan, could you please help me with the dishes?" I asked, trying to keep my tone calm. He looked up at me, annoyance written all over his face. "Can't you see I'm tired, Ella? I had a long day at work, and I just want to relax." I felt a sense of disbelief wash over me. Was he serious? "Evan, I've had a long day too. I just spent the whole day shopping for our honeymoon, and now I've been cooking and cleaning up after you. I'm tired too," I replied, my frustration getting the better of me. He rolled his eyes, not even bothering to respond. Instead, he headed to the bedroom, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I felt a sense of hurt and sadness wash over me. Was this really what he wanted our marriage to be like? Me doing all the work while Evan sat back and relaxed? I finished cleaning up the kitchen and headed to the bedroom, hoping that Evan had calmed down. But as I walked in, I saw him lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone. "Hey, can you give me a massage? My back is killing me," he said, not even bothering to look up at me. I felt a sense of rage wash over me. How could he be so selfish and inconsiderate? But instead of saying anything, I forced a smile and started giving him a massage. As I rubbed his back, I made a silent promise to myself. I wouldn't let Evan's behaviour bring me down. I was stronger than that, and I would do whatever it took to get through the week, even if it meant putting up with his, up to now, unforeseen selfishness. The massage inevitably led to sex, I tried to turn away from him when he started to get amorous, but all this did was ensure that we had sex in the spooning position. He didn't engage in any foreplay this time, he just began thrusting in and out of me mechanically. We were both tired, but I was surprised when he came without me even getting close to climax. I felt him spurt into me and then he settled down to sleep, still inside me. I felt hurt, used and unsatisfied, suddenly realising that this was what sex was often like for women, especially when their man was acting selfish and self-centred. The next day provided the perfect distraction. Evan and I were having our stag and hen parties, and I was excited at the prospect of spending the day with the girls,. Especially with the way Evan had been the previous day. As Evan headed out with his friends, I stayed behind to get ready. I was a bit nervous about what the girls had planned for me, but I was also excited to let loose and have some fun. As the afternoon rolled around, the girls started to arrive. They were all dressed in fun and flirty outfits, ready for a night on the town. They greeted me with hugs and kisses, and I could feel the excitement building up inside of me. "Okay, girls, let's get this party started!" shouted my friend, Lily, as she pulled out a bag of costumes. "We've got something special planned for you, Ella." I felt a sense of dread wash over me as Lily pulled out a frilly pink dress and a pair of high heels. "No way, I'm not wearing that!" I protested, feeling my face turning red with embarrassment. But the girls were having none of it. They all started giggling and cheering me on, telling me how cute I would look. Finally, I gave in, feeling a bit silly as I slipped on the dress and heels. Once I was dressed, the girls started with the challenges. They took me to a bar where they made me sing karaoke in front of everyone, and then we went to a restaurant where they made me order food in a ridiculous voice. We even did a scavenger hunt around the city, and I had to take pictures with strangers while wearing my embarrassing outfit. As the night wore on, I started to feel more and more comfortable in my dress and heels. I even started to enjoy the attention I was getting from strangers. It was like I was a different person, someone who wasn't afraid to let loose and have some fun. Finally, as the night started to wind down, the girls took me to a club. We danced and sang along to the music, and I felt like I was on top of the world. I didn't even care that I was wearing an embarrassing outfit, all I cared about was having fun with my friends. They did have to rescue me a couple of times from some overly tactile and lecherous men, much to my internal embarrassment, I was truly the damsel in distress at points. However, they waved it away like it was normal. As the night came to an end, the girls walked me back to the apartment. "Thanks for an amazing night, guys," I said, feeling a bit emotional. "Anytime, Ella," said Lily, giving me a hug. "We're here for you, no matter what." I smiled, feeling grateful for the amazing friends I had. As I headed to bed, I couldn't help but think about the amazing day I had. It was like for one day, I was able to forget about all my worries and just have fun. And that was all thanks to the amazing friends that I had as Ella. Lying in bed that night, I couldn't help but think about how amazing the day had been. For once, I was able to let go of all my worries and just have fun. Being "one of the girls" felt so inclusive and caring, and it was a feeling I had never experienced before. As I reflected on the day, I realised that I had never felt this way during any stag night when I was still Leo. Those nights always felt so competitive, like we were trying to outdo each other in a never-ending game of one-upmanship. It was all about proving our masculinity, and any sign of vulnerability was met with ridicule and scorn. But being with the girls was different. It was like we were all in it together, supporting each other and having fun. We weren't trying to prove anything to anyone, we were just enjoying each other's company. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt grateful for the amazing friends I had as Ella. They had shown me a new side of life, one that was more caring and inclusive than anything I had ever experienced before. Tomorrow was the wedding rehearsal and dinner, and then the big day would finally arrive. I felt nervous, but also excited. And I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I had my amazing friends by my side to help me through them. I slept soundly, only vaguely aware of Evan when he stumbled into bed. The morning of the wedding rehearsal and dinner had arrived, Evan left early to do the preparation he needed to, and as I was getting ready, the doorbell rang, I suddenly remembered the team of beauticians that Evan had arranged to come over to prepare me for the big day. I had completely forgotten about it until they arrived at the door. The team of three beauticians went straight to work, starting with a full-body wax. I winced in pain as they removed every bit of hair on my body, leaving me feeling naked and exposed. Next came a spray tan, making me look like a bronzed goddess but also making me feel even more feminine than ever before. As the beauticians moved onto my face, I felt even more trapped in femininity. They applied layers of makeup, foundation, blush, eyeshadow, and mascara, making my face look completely flawless. Then came the long false eyelashes, making my eyes look bigger and somehow more innocent or perhaps even na?ve. But the biggest surprise came when they brought out the Botox and lip filler. I had never had any cosmetic procedures before, and the thought of having needles injected into my face made me feel sick. But Evan had paid for it, and the beauticians were already preparing the syringe. I closed my eyes tightly as they injected the Botox into my forehead and around my eyes, erasing any hint of wrinkles. Then came the lip filler, making my lips look fuller and more pouty than ever before. As they finished, I couldn't help but stare at my reflection in the mirror, feeling both stunned and trapped. I looked like a completely different person, with flawless skin, long lashes, and a pouty mouth. And the long false nails, painted in lavender to match the wedding flowers, completed the look. By the time they had finished, I found I couldn't change the surprised expression on my face, and I worried that I now had a very noticeable trout-pout. I couldn't believe how much Evan had paid for and why he wanted me to look like this, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was trying to somehow 'make me his'. I felt scared of what was to come. During the wedding rehearsal, I felt incredibly self-conscious in my wedding dress and with my new look. I stumbled a few times and had trouble remembering my cues, making me feel even more awkward and embarrassed. I couldn't chase the feeling that people somehow looked at me differently with all the work that Evan had made me have. At the dinner that followed, things started off well enough. The families mingled and chatted, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. But as the night went on and Evan became more and more drunk, his behaviour started to change. He began to whisper in my ear about his desire for a "trophy wife" and how he wanted me to fit into that fantasy. He bragged to everyone at the table about how I would become his housewife and give him lots of children after the wedding, which annoyed me because we had never discussed this. I tried to change the subject, but Evan persisted, making me feel uncomfortable and trapped. I felt like I was losing control of my life and my identity, and that Evan was trying to mould me into someone I didn't want to be. I excused myself from the table, needing a moment alone to compose myself. Sitting outside in the cool night air, I felt more alone and isolated than ever before. I longed to be Leo again, to be able to make my own choices and live life on my own terms. But I knew that I was trapped in this feminine body until after the wedding. I felt like I was living in a nightmare, and I wasn't sure how I was going to make it through the wedding day. Later that night, Evan and I were at home, both tired from a long day. We collapsed on the sofa and I hoped that we could finish our tea and retire to bed, ready for a big day tomorrow. However, Evan had other ideas... Evan: I couldn't believe how easy it was to make my wishes come true with the wish book. As I flipped through the pages, I realised that the possibilities were endless. Suddenly, I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted a perfect housewife. A wife who was always immaculately dressed, who cooked delicious meals every night, who kept the house spotless, and who would devote all her time to me and our future children. I looked over at Ella, who was sitting beside me, and a smile crept onto my face. This was going to be so easy. I picked up the pencil and made my wish. I could see the changes happening to Ella. Her hair grew longer, her curves became more pronounced, and she was suddenly wearing a floral apron and high heels. I laughed in delight as I looked at my new and improved housewife. She looked perfect. And she would be perfect. I would make sure of it. I turned to Ella showing her what I had done. She was horrified, and I could see tears forming in her eyes. I didn't understand why she was upset, I thought that she wanted to be what I wanted. And now, I had what I wanted. She would be the perfect wife, just like I had always dreamed of. Ella: As Evan showed me what he had done with the wish book, I could feel my heart sinking into the pit of my stomach. He had changed everything about me to fit his ideal image of a housewife. I was now wearing a frilly lavender dress, my hair was long and styled into soft curls, and my face was plastered with makeup that accentuated my lips and eyes. My once muscular arms were now soft and feminine, and my flat chest had been transformed into a large bust. I beginning to lose the memory of my own self image as Leo. My shock soon turned into anger and frustration. How dare he use the wish book without my consent? How dare he change everything about me to fit his own fantasies? I wanted to scream at him, to tell him that I was not some object for him to mould into his perfect wife. But instead, I kept my feelings to myself, knowing that it would do no good. As the night went on, I could feel the weight of my new body dragging me down. I felt trapped, like I was no longer in control of my own life. It was as if my very identity had been erased and replaced with someone else's vision of who I should be. I knew that I couldn't stay like this for long, that I needed to change myself back to Leo as soon as possible. After the wedding was over, I made a plan to use the wish book and reverse the changes that Evan had made. I couldn't bear to live as this version of myself any longer, to constantly be reminded of Evan's selfish desires every time I looked in the mirror. I was now determined to become Leo again, to reclaim my own identity and live my life on my own terms. I woke up early on the day of the wedding, feeling a mix of excitement and dread. The wedding day was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but I couldn't help feeling like I was losing myself in the process. The team of beauticians arrived, and I sat through hours of grooming and beauty treatments. They added more Botox and filler, causing my face to feel tight and my lips to feel unnaturally plump. They applied an unbelievable amount of makeup in various shades of lavender, which was the colour scheme of the wedding. There was one more surprise from Evan, a tattoo from one of the beauticians on my wrist that read 'Evan's Forever'. It all felt so excessive, but Evan had insisted that I look perfect, or at least his version of perfect, for our special day. The memories of the previous night were still fresh in my mind, and the sight of the 'Evan's Forever' tattoo on my wrist made me cringe. The bra and panties i had to wear were lacy and delicate, and the stockings had intricate patterns. It felt strange to be wearing something that felt so foreign to me, but at the same time, the sensation of the soft fabric against my skin was almost comforting. Finally, it was time to put on the wedding dress. I was hesitant at first, not wanting to face the reality of what was happening to me. But as soon as I put it on, I felt transformed. The dress was a stunning white gown with a long train and intricate lace details. It hugged my curves in all the right places, and the low neckline accentuated my feminine features. I couldn't deny that I looked beautiful in it, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the way I filled it out. As I walked down the aisle, my high heels clacking against the marble floor, on dad's arm, I felt a mix of emotions. The sight of Evan at the end of the aisle, looking handsome in his tuxedo, made my heart skip a beat. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel like I was living someone else's life. The wedding vows felt like a blur, and the sight of the 'Evan's Forever' tattoo on my wrist was a constant reminder of the loss of control I had over my own body. Despite everything, the wedding was beautiful. The reception was lavish, with flowers and decorations in shades of lavender and white. Evan and I danced together, and for a brief moment, everything felt perfect. But as the night went on and the alcohol flowed, Evan started talking about his plans for our future. He spoke about how I would be the perfect housewife, taking care of our home and children. I felt a sense of anger and frustration building up inside of me. This was not the life I had chosen for myself, and I couldn't believe that Evan was trying to force me into it. As the night came to an end, I couldn't wait to change out of the dress and take off the layers of makeup and ultra-feminine lingerie. But at the same time, I couldn't deny that the dress had made me feel beautiful and confident, even if it wasn't who I truly was. Despite my desire to use the wish book as soon as possible, to my frustration, there wasn't an opportunity. Straight from the reception, even though it was late, we changed and were straight off to the airport. We had pushed the time a little bit and had to rush through security and straight to boarding, luckily we had fast track! As we sat on the plane to Thailand, Evan continued to treat me like his property. He would often comment on how well I was doing, as if I was a trained pet, rather than his partner. It annoyed me, but I didn't say anything, I knew that this would soon be over. The next day, after more poor behaviour from Evan, in a fit of temper, I picked up the wish book and wished to be back to being Leo. Suddenly, I was back in my own body, I was a man again and it felt brilliant to finally be back, I could hardly believe that it had worked! However, I did notice that we were still in Thailand and still in the honeymoon suite of the hotel. My focus immediately switched to Evan and had to chuckle as I could see that he was now in the body that, up until a few seconds ago, I had been occupying, somehow I knew that the new Evan was called Evangelina, Lina for short. Lina was furious, demanding to know what was going on. I explained everything to her, also explaining how I hadn't meant to change Lina, but that the wish book had obviously taken the easiest route to fulfil the wish. As I talked and reassured Lina, she began to calm down. After a little while Lina reluctantly agreed to stay as she was, so that she could understand some of the things that Evan had put Ella through. However, I made a decision not to treat Lina at all like I had been treated and instead decided to provide the model example of how two equals should treat each other in a relationship. After a couple of days, Lina began to understand how differently she should have treated Ella and immediately started apologising for her previous behaviour. I felt relieved and happy to be back in his own body, but also a tinge of sadness that I had lost the femininity. I had to admit that I had enjoyed some aspects of being Ella, even if it was only for a short time. Nonetheless, I knew that this was the right decision for me. He could never be with someone who treated him as Evan had done. After a while, Lina became more comfortable in her temporary body, I had agreed to change her back after the honeymoon. Together, we left the resort and traveled to explore the beautiful country of Thailand, excited to enjoy the trip that Lina's company had given us. Eventually it was time for us to return home, although Lina had learnt to enjoy her time as a woman, she was now eager to return to being Evan and to making a fresh start with the new knowledge and experience she had gained. When they returned, I set everything straight and, once all was back to how it should be, I handed the wish book back to mum. She in turn returned it to it's true owner, who had finally returned from her own trip. The owner of the wish book was aghast at the chaos that had been caused by Leo's mum and Evan's misuse of the wish book. She scolded them both for their recklessness and warned them of the potential consequences of their actions. I was relieved that the owner had returned and was ready to take back the wish book. I knew that I had made some bad decisions in the past few weeks, but I also knew that I couldn't undo what had already been done, but wanted to use that experience to try to live a better life. Once the wish book was out of my life, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. I knew that the wish book had caused a lot of chaos, but I also knew that it had taught me some valuable lessons about myself and my relationships. Happily ever after?: Leo spent the next few years after the wish book incident focusing on himself and his future. He studied hard and became a licensed therapist, specialising in mental health. His own experiences of gender dysphoria and the wish book had given him a unique perspective, and he was able to help others who were struggling with similar issues. Leo also met a wonderful woman named Lisa, who accepted him for who he was and loved him unconditionally. They had a strong connection and a deep understanding of each other. They built a life together based on mutual respect, support, and love. Looking back on his experience with the wish book, Leo realised that it had been a turning point in his life. It had been a wake-up call to focus on what was truly important and to be true to himself. He had learned that chasing after external validation and trying to fit into societal norms was not the key to happiness. Instead, Leo had found true happiness by embracing his authentic self and building a life that was true to his values and aspirations. He was grateful for the journey that had brought him to where he was today, and he looked forward to a bright and fulfilling future with Lisa by his side (and Ella in his heart).