Heels: A Friend In Need

by Deane Christopher

 

Chapter 5

 

As trouble as he was over the predicament he landed himself in, it more or less goes without saying that Bill did not get much sleep that night. He rolled, tossed and fidgeted throughout the night. And for the few instances when he did manage to nod off for an hour or so, his dreams were so troubling that he awoke to find himself in the grips of a cold sweat. In fact his cold sweats were so bad that he was forced to change his sheets not once mind you, but twice before dawn eked its way in through the shades and granted him a sort of half-assed and dreary-eyed reprieve.

The day Friday was not much better for Bill than the previous night had been. No matter what Bill did to try and get his mind off of the predicament he had created for himself, he could not stop thinking about Jeff and how his friend wanted to have sex with Sara.

It struck Bill that life was indeed on a wheel and that what comes around goes around. As ironic as it was, all throughout his childhood, one of Bill's father favorite rebukes had been, "You've made your bed. Now you're going to have to lie in it." Throughout the day that Friday, Bill's father's words came back to haunt him. And haunt him they did, so much so that Bill found himself so distracted that he had to close up shop at noon and head over to the Y. There, he tried to work off his damn near overwhelming sense of dread by swimming three times as many laps as he normally did on Tuesday evenings.

Figuratively speaking, Bill, as Sara had indeed made his bed. Now, unless he could come up with some way to bow out of the situation gracefully, he faced the real possibility that he was going to have to submit to doing something that he could not imagine himself, as a herself, doing. Just the thought of having a guy's pecker shoved up inside of those magically re-sculptured loins of his was enough to turn Bill's stomach. It got so bad at one point that Bill actually started dry retching damn near every time he his mind began to contemplate the loathsome possibilities of having to submit his feminine alter ego to participating in what would be for him such an abhorrent and ego affronting act.

To Bill's credit, as soon as he got home from the Y around three that afternoon, knowing that he was not about to let Jeff down, he prudently slipped into the heels and began to change into Sara. Granted, he could have held off doing so for a few more hours, but being a former Boy Scout, Sara figured that it was always best to be prepared. Though she did not think that the relationship that she was building with Jeff had come anywhere near to reaching the crucial stage where it should logical move itself into the bedroom; Sara dearly wanted to safeguard herself. Should she find herself somehow forced into spreading those long and lovely legs of hers in order to allow Jeff easy access to the sanctum sanctorum of her womanhood, Sara did not want to deal with the added worry of her suddenly changing back into Bill again.

That, Sara knew, was something to be avoided at all cost. There was no way that Jeff could ever find out that Sara was in all reality his best friend, Bill. That knowledge could well destroy Jeff. It could conceivably push him over the edge. And if that happened, Bill could envision his friend trust up in a straightjacket and sent packing; to spend the rest of his miserable life medicated out of his gourd, in some padded room, confined in some godforsaken loony bin that was situated way out in the boonies.

Somewhere around five that afternoon, Sara did something that she had not done since she was a young boy attending a parochial elementary school. She got down on her knees and prayed to God. As the tears streamed from those beguiling eyes of hers, Sara repeatedly beseeched the Almighty for guidance, if not an outright reprieve from the convoluted mess she had gotten herself into.

Sara prayed for the better part of a half an hour and while it seemed that no heavenly intervention would be forthcoming, she felt the better for her prayers. Though it still did not sit at all well with her, Sara had reconciled that come what may she would put Jeff's welfare before her own. While she would do what she could to forestall having to go to bed with him, when push came to shove, Sara resolved that she would bite the bullet, stick her revulsion where the sun don't shine and willing spread her legs for Jeff to enter her.

Then, aware that she had to get cracking, Sara chided herself to perk up and put on a happy face.

Jeff had suggested a casual evening, going so far as to suggest that jeans would suffice for the place he was planning to take her out to eat. Knowing fully well that he was probably taking her to either a nearby Lonestar or Outback Steak House, Sara opted for apparel that fitted in with either establishment's laid-back décor. Closing her eyes momentarily, Sara winked herself into an outfit that consisted of a pair of well worn designer jeans that looked as if they were painted on, a black fisherman knit turtleneck sweater that compliment those shimmering honey-gold tresses of hers, and having toyed with the idea of having her heels turn themselves into a pair scruffy cowboy boots, she instead elected to leave them just as they were.

A minute or so later, Sara, sitting behind the wheel of her MGB, was en route to the apartment complex that her sister and her recently acquired brother-in-law managed. Parking around the back in the off chance that Jeff had gotten there ahead of her, Sara scampered into the vestibule of the building closest to where she had parked her car. Bounding down the steps to the lower level, Sara entered one of three laundry rooms that were located within the buildings that comprised the apartment complex. Briskly crossing the room, Sara, with a courteous nod to the one woman who was busily engrossed in folding her clothes, employed a key that her sister had provided her with to unlocked a connecting door that allowed her to cross over into the basement of the adjacent building. Entering a space that could have been proportioned into a pair of two bedroom apartments, but housed instead the wire messed cages of tenants' storage lockers, Sara made straight way for the door at the opposite end of the room, the same door that opened into the building's lower stairwell. Climbing up one flight of steps, Sara quickly scanned the parking lot and was relieved to find that Jeff was not there as yet. Needless to say, Sara was relieved, not to mention slightly out of breath from hurrying as she had.

Checking her watch, Sara realized that she had about a half an hour's wait. But, that was perfectly fine with her. A half an hour of Sara's time was a small price to pay to preserve the ruse that she had so cleverly fabricated for herself. Since she could not take Jeff back to her own place, a place Jeff knew all to well, Sara needed a place for Jeff to both pick her up and drop her of at. The apartment complex that her sister and bother-in-law managed fit the bill to a tee. All Sara had to do was to concoct a scenario that would preclude her from ever having to actually ask Jeff in. She had done so brilliantly. Sara had told Jeff that she until she found a suitable place for herself she was staying with an old friend from college. Then, having said that, Sara had continued on to add that her friend had what could be termed a debilitating aversion to men, owing to the fact that her college roommate had been accosted and subsequently raped during her senior year and had never fully recovered from the incident. Sara had informed Jeff that the best way to handle the ticklish situation would be for him to call her on her cell phone about fifteen minutes before he planned to pick her up. That way, she could be down in the vestibule waiting for him, thusly negating his ever having to cross paths with this imaginary man-fearing girlfriend of hers.

Jeff was a good boy. He followed Sara's instructions implicitly. He called as she had bidden him to do and approximately fifteen minutes later he pulled into the apartment complex's parking lot.

"Please, God!" Sara softly intoned as she affixed a smile upon her face and, displaying an eagerness that she in no way felt, briskly strolled out the door and began to descend the steps to the parking lot. "I really need your help if I'm ever going to be able to pull this off."

Sara never knew if it was God, those marvelous heels of hers, or God's Will working through her heels, but something stupendous and unexpected happened at that moment that would change everything. Unbeknownst to her, those magical spike heels of hers had been made with but one purpose in mind, with that overriding purpose being to enrich her life when, wherever, and however they could. If Sara was going to help Jeff get past this crisis, her heart felt aversion to having sexual intercourse with a man would have to be somehow circumvented. Working on a subliminal level, the heels, keenly aware that what Sara wanted most in life was to help her friend out of his current dilemma, began to alter Sara's sexual orientation, at least in so far as her friend Jeff was concerned. While she would continue to be sexually attracted to women, much as she had always been, as long as she operated as a female, Sara would begin to find herself becoming increasingly sexually attracted to Jeff as the night worn on.

Shortly after being shown to a booth at the Lonestar Restaurant, Jeff excused himself, saying something to the effect that he had to see a man about a horse. 'Damn!' Sara mused as she watched her friend head off in the direction of the men's room. 'I don't know why I've never noticed it before, but damn if he hasn't got a cute butt...'

The next rather telling incident occurred while the two of them waited for their desert to arrive. As Sara sipped from the after dinner cup of coffee that their waitress had brought to the table but a minute or so before, she chanced to glance into Jeff's eyes, only to become aware that some unexpected longing had stirred within her.

"Is there something wrong?" Jeff, having detected what he took to be a fleeting loss of composure in his date's beatific countenances, felt compelled to inquire.

"No..." a noticeably disconcerted Sara managed. "There's nothing wrong."

Seeking reassurance, Jeff, hoping that he had not said something that had offended his date, proceeded to ask, "Are you sure that everything's okay?"

"Yes." Sara smiled warmly. "Everything's fine. And I do believe that it's only going to get better and better as the night goes on..."

A short time later, as the two of them were making their way out to Jeff' car, Sara, without giving any thought to what she was doing instinctively reached over and enfolded Jeff's hand in hers. Understandably, Jeff did not complain. Overjoyed at the way things were progressing, he merely gave Sara's hand a reassuring squeeze, causing her face to blossom into the rosy cheek blush of a very becoming self-satisfied smile.

On the drive over to the movie theater, Sara recognized the fact that something rather significant had changed in her psyche. Though she could not quite put her finger on it, Sara had enough of her wits about her to realize that she had begun to see Jeff in a whole other light. More to the point, Sara had to admit to herself that she liked what she saw.

A short time later, as the two of them stood in line at the movie theater's concessions stand, a bewildered and slightly shaken Sara ran a surreptitious systems check on her libido's sexual orientation. She did this by scanning the crowd of fellow theater patrons, hoping that by doing so that she could gauge if she was still sexual attracted to women. While the test was rather subjective, Sara, having noted several attractive women that she would have eagerly engaged in a lesbian tryst with, felt confident that her libido was still as manly as it ever was. However, Sara's confidence was extremely short lived. One look into Jeff's eyes was all it took for her to begin to once again scrutinize her sexual bent. 'Damn, girl!' her mind reeled at the inconsistency. 'What the hell's going on here? You know that you 'd give your right nut to go girl on girl with several of the women that are here, especially that fine piece of ass that's standing over there by the placard for the next Pirates' movie. But then again, you can't deny that you're starting to feel some sort of weird attraction for this big lummox that's standing right here beside you, holding that decidedly feminine hand of yours in that callused manly paw of his. Because you are and you know you are. I mean, while he sure isn't anything to write home about, all things considered, he isn't really that bad looking. In fact, a girl might even go so far to say that while he's not anywhere near handsome, he ain't all that bad in he looks department, in a kind of rugged, outdoorsy kind of way...'

About halfway through the movie, Sara, unable to contain herself, used a shockingly scary part of the movie as an excuse for her to snuggle in closer to her date. To her delight, Jeff got the message loud and clear. Without any hesitation on his part, he reciprocated by putting his arm around Sara and tenderly drew her in even closer.

As the warm glow of sexual excitement was kindled within her, Sara could not help but smile. 'Holy shit!' her mind reeled. 'I can't believe how good it feels to be held like this. I was afraid that I was going to flinch the first time he tried to put his arm around me. But I didn't and that's great. In fact, now that he has, I've got to admit that I like it. In fact, I like it a lot...'

A few minutes later, Sara came to the stark realization that her vagina had begun to ooze love-juices and that her loins were well on their way to becoming extremely moist, if not down right damp. 'Oh, my God! This is crazy! What's going on here? While I know that I'm a girl right now, I never thought I was this much of a girl!'

Jeff must have picked up on Sara's distress, for he leaned his head over, and with his voice set at the level of a whisper, he tenderly inquired, "Is there anything wrong? I mean, if my arm making you uncomfortable, or if you think I'm being to forward, just say the word and I'll remove my arm."

With an emphatic snap, that carried several seats further than she had meant it to, Sara replied, "No! Don't you dare! I happen to like your arm right were it is..."

Once the movie was over, Jeff and Sara walked arm and arm out to his car. Reaching it, Jeff, playing the part of the perfect gentleman to a tee, politely opened the passenger side door for Sara and helped her into his car. A few seconds later, Jeff deftly slid in behind the wheel and proceeded to insert his key into the ignition. "So where to now?" he asked. "Back to your friend's apartment? Or would you like to go somewhere and get a bite to eat?"

Sara, knowing fully well what she really wanted, coyly responded, "Before I answer that question, I would like you to kiss me."

Jeff was more than happy to oblige. Leaning over, he tenderly enfolded Sara in his arms and kissed her with ever ounce of passion he could muster.

"Hmm..." a sexually excited Sara dreamily murmured as their lips parted. "That was nice. May I perhaps have another?"

Jeff, wanting nothing more than to kiss Sara again, eagerly acceded to her request.

Though at a complete loss to fathom her sudden change of heart when it came to being of the receiving end of things, Sara nonetheless found that she thoroughly enjoyed the wild erotic rush that was engendered when Jeff kissed her.

A third kiss followed almost immediately on the coattails of the second. And this time, Sara, overwhelmed by the demands of her carnal needs, needs that were truly feminine in their origin, parted her lips so as to welcome Jeff's tongue into the open orifice of her mouth.

After a series of extremely passionate French Kisses, Sara pulled her head back a little. Gasping to catch her breath, a sexually turned-on Sara sought to answer the question that Jeff had posed a few minutes earlier. "In answer your earlier question as to where I might like to go, while I know this is going to sound a little forward coming from me, what I think I'd like to do is to go back to your place. That is if that's all right with you?"

 

Chapter 6

 

On the ride to Jeff's place, as hard pressed, as she was to do so in her present state of mind, a sexually aroused Sara managed to do some quick calculations. Having donned those magical high heels of hers around three o'clock that afternoon, Sara, having checked both her own watch and the clock display of Jeff's car radio, reckoned that she had amassed a good nine hours plus of Residual Girl Time. While she would have felt a lot more comfortable had she managed to compile a couple more hours in reserve so as to safeguard herself against the capricious nature of Murphy's Law, Sara decided that she could, should she wish to do so, spend the night at Jeff's.

Sara was no fool. She knew that she were she to stay the night with Jeff she would be running the risk of over-sleeping and turning back into Bill. However, knowing that, Sara also knew that there were several safeguards she could take. One, she could ask Jeff to set his alarm clock so as to ensure that she would wake up in plenty of time to slip back into her heels. Two, she could also use the alarm feature of her newly purchased cell phone as insurance against a power outage. And even though it was late, given that her sister and brother-in-law were generally night owls on the weekends, Sara knew that she could always call Beth and request a wake-up call for Saturday morning. Beth, knowing what that 'sister' of hers was up to, had already volunteered her services should such a contingency arise.

Though Sara had yet to come to any definite conclusions as to what she might or might not do once she got to Jeff's, it was reassuring to know that she was reasonably safe should she find herself desiring to spend the night.

'Just what in the hell are you thinking, girl?' Sara demanded of herself as Jeff turned his car into the neighborhood in which his house was situated. 'You're not really going to go to bed with him, are you? I mean, while you may not look like it, you're a guy for cripesakes! And guys don't go to bed with other guys unless they're gaybirds! And you're anything but a gaybird!'

Then, in counterpoint to her own argument, Sara silently mused, 'You're right. You're not a gaybird. You're guy incased in a girl's body, who for some odd reason that you can't even begin to explain is feeling more like a girl then you've ever felt before. And the problem is that you like the way you're feeling. More to the point, you absolute love the way Jeff makes you feel when he kisses you. The bottom line is that he makes you feel all girlie inside. And for some odd reason, you find that you like it. And as crazy as it is, you, my dear little Sara, want more. You want to be hugged and kissed and fondled, and - Heaven forbid! - fingered. Right at this moment, the thing you want most in life is for Jef to take you in his arms and seduce the livin' shit out of you.'

'Hell!' having reached the truth of the matter, Sara mind screamed in abject consternation. 'Let's face it, girl! The way you're feeling right now, you want your best friend to fuck you, up one side and down the other. You want to feel his pecker nestle snuggly up inside this little honey pot of yours so bad you could taste it.'

'Taste it!' Sara's mind reeled at the horror that those two seemly harmless words conveyed. 'Please! I beg of you! Tell me that you'll never go so far as to do something as repugnant as that! Becoming a nymphomaniac is one thing. Becoming a cocksucker is something else altogether. Promise me that you'll never do something as distastefully as that and I'll agree to letting you go to bed with him...'

"Well, here we are," Jeff pleasantly beamed as pulled into his driveway. "And it's all mine, unless of course that spiteful bitch I was married to reneges about letting me buy her out of her half..."

A few moments later, as he politely helped Sara out of his car, a somewhat tongue-tied and self-conscious Jeff endeavored to lessen Sara's expectations, "Please excuse the mess. I'm afraid what with everything that's been going on this past week, I didn't get around to doing a whole lot of cleaning and straightening up."

Knowing Jeff to be a real neatness freak, and thinking of how her own place could do with a thorough dusting, Sara, endeavoring to elevate her best friend's qualms, casually replied, "Oh, you needn't worry about trying to impress me on that account. No matter how bad the mess might be, believe me, I've seen worse."

 

Chapter 7

 

Once inside, Jeff, playing the part of the perfect host, asked if Sara might like something to drink. Knowing that her buddy always had some wine on hand, Sara placed a request for that. Then, in answer to Jeff's inquiry as to her preference, Sara replied that white would be preferable, but that red would be perfectly all right with her as well.

Having taken a sip of wine, Sara placed the wineglass on the coffee table and brazenly repositioned herself on the sofa so that she was snuggled right up alongside of her friend. Jeff took the hint and he enfolded her in his arms, there by starting off right where he had left off in the theater parking lot. A moment or so later, he up the ante as he began to fondle and caress the ever so ample mound of Sara's left breast.

Sara moaned. She sighed. She gasped, loving ever blessed moment of it, while all the while wanting more.

Sara, having played the same game countless times herself as the man she had been born to be, knew fully well that Jeff was doing a superb job of seducing her. And what really surprised her was the fact that she was thoroughly enjoying her seduction, to the point where she never wanted it to end.

Suddenly, Sara came to the stark realization that Jeff had run his hand up under her sweater and had expertly unsnapped her bra. A moment more and she gasped as his thumb began to caress the tit and surrounding areola of that magnificent and man troubling mammary of hers.

Then, as Jeff began to alternate between tenderly kissing and passionately sucking Sara's ever so elegant neck, a decision was arrived at. There was no indecision. Sara, aroused as she was, desperately wanted Jeff to make love to her.

Pulling her head away. Sara sensually intoned, "Jeff, while the last thing I want you do right now is to stop what you're doing to me, I do believe that it's high time the two of us head upstairs to your bedroom."

Seeking to clarify things, Jeff felt compelled to asked, "Sara, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Well, if you think that I'm asking you to make love to me, you're right. I am."

That was indeed the answer that Jeff was hoping to hear. But though it was, having given the matter a lot of thought, he did as his friend, Bill, had suggested. That is to say that Jeff opted to use the First Headache Approach in conjunction with the Three Times Rule.

As eager as she was for Jeff get back to administering to those craven carnal needs of hers, Sara patiently rode roughshod over her seething emotions. Wanting nothing more than to get back to the business at hand, with that business being Jeff's hands, tongue and lips lovingly caressing the erogenous zones that populated that super-sensitive body of hers, Sara allowed Jeff to have his say. And she had to admit that while he did deviated from the script she had painstakingly laid out for him just the night before, all things considered, he did a bang-up job of it. It struck Sara that she had every reason to be proud of her protegee. He had hit all the salient points. Plus, without ever having to come out and actually say it, he had driven home the point that he respected her and did not want to do anything that might jeopardize the relationship the two of them were in the process of building.

Sara found herself both flattered and pleased. Though she had always known Jeff to be a really great guy, he was proving to be a real gentleman as well. What she still did not know was how good a lover he was. However, she was bound and determined to find out before too many more hours has passed.

"Jeff," Sara paused in an effort to organize her thoughts. "While I appreciate all that you just said, and I'm in complete agreement with you about the three times business, you need to know something." Sara, who was bound and determined to get herself laid that night, steeled herself for the lie she was about to tell. "Just so you know, my wanting to go to bed with you wasn't a snap decision on my part. I knew that I wanted to go to bed with you back on Tuesday, when the two of us were at Denny's. I've given it a lot of thought since then." Which was indeed the truth. "And I still very much want to go to bed with you."

"You do?" Bill felt compelled to ask.

"Yes. And if it's all the same to you, I'd kind of like to do it sooner than later..."

Taking her hand in his, an elated Jeff eagerly led Sara up the stairs and into his bedroom.

"Jeff," Sara timidly intoned as she began to undress. "Before we get started, there's something you need to know. Look, I know how crazy this is going to sound, but the truth is that I have never been with a man like this before. So please, I beg of you. Be gentle..."

 

Chapter 8

 

Jeff was gentle, gentle and tender and above all, extremely attentive to Sara's needs. More importantly, and much to Sara's liking, he did not rush things along. Starting off with a kiss, Jeff began to stroke the fires of Sara's ardor. French Kiss followed French Kiss as Jeff's right hand began to open up a second front as he tenderly began to fondle and caress the teat and the surrounding areola of Sara's left breast.

'Damn, that fells good!' Sara's mind reeled as Jeff's oral administrations began to work their way down that ever so elegant neck-stalk of hers. 'I've known since I was a young teenager that girls like to have their necks kiss. Now, I know why. While I more or less figures that a girl's neck could be consider an erogenous zone, I never figure that so much pleasure could be derived from someone kissing and sucking it. I just hope that I don't end up with a hickey. But if I do, my heels will no doubt eradicate it like they do with all the other aches, pains and scratches, I get.'

'Holy shit!' Sara whole body squirmed as Jeff's lips encircled the blood engorged nipple of her left breast. Two swipes of Jeff's ever so talented tongue was all it took to drive Sara right up the wall, which in turn cause that vagina of hers to start leaking love-juices like a sieve.

'Damn, he's good.' Sara could not help compare Jeff's lovemaking techniques to her own. 'I mean, while he might not be quite as good a lover as I am, there's no getting around the fact that he's good. He's damn good! And I must say that I'm ever so grateful that he is.'

Jeff took his time. Employing both of his hands, plus mouth and tongue, he cunningly kept Sara sexually off-balance as he progressively twiddled and tweaked her into a state of unbridled arousal. Then, just when Sara didn't think things could get any better, she felt the multiple lip-folds of her vagina part as one of Jeff's fingers, more than likely the middle one, invaded the hinter-most regions of that nifty little crevice crease of hers. With an agonizing slowness that served no other purpose than to torque the living shit out of Sara's sense of anticipation, Jeff slowly drew his finger up the swath of her vagina, scarcely bushing the crown of the elusive nub of her clitoris as it passed overhead. Jolted by the excruciating amounts of sheer unadulterated pleasure she derived from that ever so fleeting contact, Sara's whole body flinched. She bucked, shimmied and sashayed, as her legs splayed outward so as to grant Jeff unimpeded access to that marvelous little honey pot of honey.

Then, having given Sara the merest hint of what was in the offing, Jeff, know fully well what he was doing to her, began to twill and flick his finger about the nub of her clit, there by driving her into an unparalleled state of sexual frenzy in the process.

Sara cried. She whimpered. She screamed. She even began to beseech the Almighty to grant her the blessed succor she so desperately sought.

But Jeff had yet to play his trump card. Moving his body down and into the welcoming splay of Sara's V'ed legs, Jeff brought his tongue to bear on Sara's clitoris and in so doing began to administer the selfless and giving act of cunnilingus.

All it took was one swipe of Jeff's tongue on Sara's clit to convince her that as good as it had felt being fingered, that technique could not begin to hold a candle to the tongue when it came to the art of clitoral stimulation. As excruciating as the pleasure had been before, it increased exponentially with the introduction of Jeff's ever so talented tongue.

With the introduction of Jeff's tongue, Sara began to soar on the upwelling surge of her primordial needs. As cascading jolts of excruciating pleasure lanced outward from the miniscule epicenter of her womanhood, only to reverberate about her body, Sara rushed helter skelter toward the event horizon of orgasm release. And then, in a kaleidoscoping rapture of pure unadulterated pleasure, she climaxed, as one tsunami like orgasms after another gushed, ripped, rippled and ricocheted about her body.

Then, even as her magnificent daisy chain of orgasms began to subside, Sara became cognizant of the fact that she had never experienced anything that could begin to compare to the like of what she had just experienced. Though she had fingered herself to the point of climax innumerable times in the past, Jeff had done something to her that she had never been able to do to herself. When it came to inducing a string of high-impact orgasms, Jeff had raised the bar considerable. Sara knew that try as she might; she could never induce the kind of orgasmic release that his deft handed and talented tongue ministrations had conjured up within her.

Needless to say, just as long she was the intended recipient, Sara had become a staunch proponent of oral sex. Jeff had convinced her that when it came to inducing orgasms in members of the fairer sex, cunnilingus was indeed the preferred method.

 

+

 

 

As Sara snuggled in the cozy serenity of Jeff's loving embrace, she idyllically began to savor every nuance of the experience she had just enjoyed. 'Damn!' the thought struck her even as her body convulsed with the spasm of an orgasmic aftershock. 'That was fantastic. I never believe that anything could feel so good...'

Then, in the midst of the warm-fuzzes of orgasmic afterglow, the realization struck her that while she had gotten-off, Jeff had not. Jeff had serviced her needs while she had done nothing to address his. The inequity of it all hit Sara like that proverbial ton of bricks that you are always hearing about.

One of the things that Sara ardently believed in was fairness. Whenever and wherever she could, Sara tried her utmost to be fair. Fair's fair and it just was not right for her to get her jollies off and leave Jeff hanging in the wind so to speak. Sara knew that it was time to pay the piper and attend to Jeff needs as he had attended to hers.

Added to that was the fact that Sara also came to the realization that while she had achieved orgasmic release, she had yet to experience the defining act of intercourse with a man. Oddly enough and much to her surprise, Sara found that she dearly wanted to find out what it felt like to have Jeff's gross gnarled-up thingie nestled snuggly up inside of that satin slick crevice crease of hers.

'Just how much of a girl have those heels of mine gone turned me into? Look pal, there's no getting around the fact that there's been some rather significant changes going on in this old noggin of yours. So, you know those heels of yours have done some tinkering because you've never entertained the kind of thoughts that you're entertaining now. The truth is that you're not thinking like a guy anymore. You know as well as I do that you're thinking more like a girl than you ever have before. Hell! You know as well as I do that before today you would never have thought of hopping into the sack with another guy. Now though, you want your best friend to fuck your brains out. So what gives, pal? Why in hell are you behaving the way you are?'

Sara could not provide adequate answers to those questions of hers. All she knew was that she desperately wanted to feel Jeff's manhood up inside of her. She wanted - No! Make that needed! - Jeff to fuck her.

'Shit!' Sara's mind reeled with the realization that her hand, acting as if on its on volition, had begun to fondle Jeff's flaccid penis.

'Damn it, girl! Have you all of a sudden up and turn into a homo?'

Then, in answer to her own question, Sara's mind reverberated with a most emphatic, 'No! You're not a homo! You're a girl, albeit a slightly perverted one. Oh! And least you forget, it seems that you're pretty much nymphed out of your gourd right now as well, given that you just don't want sex. You crave sex. And if that makes you a hussy, then you're a hussy and I'd have to say a shameless one at that...'

At that point, Sara became aware of the fact that her ministrations had caused Jeff's formerly flaccid johnson arm to engorge the required amount of blood to have elongated into a most imposing and rock-hard shaft. A transitory moment of sheer terror enveloped Sara as she endeavored to come to grips with the fact that the Jeff's penis, the very penis she had so wantonly coaxed to life, the one that felt so friggin' huge in her hand, was going to be shoved up inside of the cramped confines of that little you-know-what of hers.

'Oh, well,' Sara dismissively mused as she once again splayed her legs in open invitation for Jeff to enter her. 'In for a penny, in for a pound. Besides girl, you know that you want to feel him inside of you...'

Jeff shifted position and obliged Sara by moving his body into the V'ed splay of those long and lovely legs of hers. Sara, who was still fondling Jeff's blood engorged member, gently guided it towards the multiple lip folds that creased her femininely formed crotch that those magical high heels of hers had seen fit to fit her out with. Reflexively, Sara gasped, drawing in a deep breath as she felt the head of Jeff's penis begin to push inward against the paltry resistance that the lip folds of her vagina offered.

'Oh, my God!' Sara was on the verge of panicking; thinking that there was no way she was not going to tear and bruise down there. But as things worked out, and much to her relief, she did not panic. Nor, as she would later come to find, did she suffer any injury. Jeff's penis aided by the lubrication provided by Sara's own vaginal secretions, slid snuggly, and to Sara's surprises, cozily into the satin confines of her womanhood.

'Well, I'll be damned! It fit. It actually fit. I've got a man's pecker shoved up inside of this little you-what-what of mine. And the odd thing is that I find that I like it. In fact, I like it a lot. I like it more than I ever thought I could. Or, for that matter, would. My best friend, a guy I've known practically all my life, is actually fucking me.'

'No!' Sara, in a knee-jerk reaction, reconsidered that last thought of hers and immediately corrected herself. 'Jeff isn't fucking me. He's making love to me. And I'll be damned if he isn't doing a bang-up job of it. God, it feels so good feeling him up inside of me like this...'

 

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Unbeknownst to Sara, those magical high heels of hers, working on a subliminal level, had over the course of time, via an imperceptible trickle down affect, download, or you might say, leeched or even replicated their magical potential so that it had become an integral part of Sara's metaphysical being. Though she remained ignorant of the fact, she no longer needed to don and doff the heels in order to change her sexual affiliation. Though she had yet to realize it, Sara could do that all on her own by merely willing the change to occur. By the same token, the magical potential that the heels had replicated within her gave Sara the ability to negate any and all of the Residual Girl Time she amassed whenever she wore those magnificent stilettos of hers. Succinctly put, anything the heels allowed her to do, she had, over time, gain the ability to do for herself.

It also should be noted that laced within the magical wherewithal that allowed Bill to become Sara was a very unique sub-routine that was designed to enhance any sexual liaisons that Sara might take part in. Basically, this unique sub-routine, adhering to the heels' prim directive to enrich Sara's life when and wherever possible, ensured that whenever she engaged in sexual intercourse, Sara and her partner would find themselves in sexual sync with one another, there by guaranteeing the couple's enjoyment of simultaneous orgasms.

When it came to sex, at least in so far as sex with another person, Jeff had suffered through a rather long dry spell. Add to that was the fact that what sex he had had with his wife prior to entering into that prolonged dry spell that had been precipitated by the separation had not been anything near satisfying.

That being the case, it is completely understandable that Jeff proved to be quite the eager beaver. Primed and ready as Jeff was, once he entered Sara it became Katy Bar the Door Time as he gave into the surge of his own primordial lust and began humping Sara for all she was worth.

It was a wild, energetic and erotic ride for Sara. But the magical potential of the heels that resided deep within her kept pace with Jeff's fervor-pitch assault. No sooner had Jeff entered her, and Sara's ardor scrambled, clamoring its way to match his sense of desperate ferocity. Within a matter of second their bodies synchronized. Their spirits meshed. They became one souring within the ever evolving rapture of their union. And then, on the thunderous upbeat of their wanton desires, the two of them climaxed, as Jeff's pecker erupted, spewing a most impressive amount of cum into Sara vaginal canal.

 

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Having already made up her mind to spend the night, Sara, once she had regained the wherewithal to do so, took the precautionary measure of calling her sister and requesting a wake up call. She also requested that Jeff set his alarm clock. And while he was attending to that little chore, just to be on the safe side, Sara prudently took advantage of the time to programmed her cell phone's onboard alarm feature as an added safeguard against the capriciousness nature of Mr. Murphy's ever so infuriating law.

Then, having set Sara's mind at ease by taking care of that little, but even so important, detail, Jeff and Sara climbed back into bed and began to tenderly addressed one another carnal needs. And what this particular lovemaking session lacked in rambunctious and riotous energy, the intimacy the two enjoyed more than made up for it. They took their time and so doing Jeff, by skillfully exploring every nock and cranny of Sara so subtle and sensual attuned body, opened up her horizons, as his deft-handed ministrations helped unveil one as yet undiscovered erogenous zone after another.

As before, the two enjoyed simultaneous orgasms and then, wrapped in the loving embrace of one another arms they fell asleep.

 

Chapter 9

 

It was still dark outside when Sara woke that Saturday morning. The first thing she did was to glance at the digital clock that sat atop Jeff's night table. Feeling a little frisky, she was overjoyed to realize that she had a good two and a half hours of Residual Girl Time left before she would transform back into her old manly self. While she cautioned herself to keep an eye on the time, Sara, who wanted nothing more than to have Jeff attend to those seemly omnipresent carnal needs of hers, began to wrack her brain to see if she could devise a novel way to rouse him from his slumbers.

Her first thought was to use her hand to fondled Jeff's penis with the hope of coaxing back to life. However, as she looked over at his gross, flaccid and shriveled-up member, another thought struck her. If Jeff was giving enough to perform the selfless act of cunnilingus on her, should she not be just as giving and return the favor by performing fellatio on him.

'Are you crazy, girl?' Sara's demanded of herself. 'You're not actually contemplating putting a guy's thing in your mouth, are you? I mean, you're a guy for cripesakes! And the only guys that doing that sort of shit are either gaybirds or bisexuals. And you're neither one of those. You also realize what doing something such as that will make you? If you do it, that'll make you a cocksucker. And that's something you know that you've never ever wanted to be.'

'But then again, you really aren't a guy, are you? Right at this moment, you're a girl. At least you feel like one. Or, I guess that should be that you feel like you think a girl is supposed to feel.'

'Admittedly, something really weird happened last night. I'm not sure what it was, and I know damn right well that I can't even begin to explain it, but I know that I don't feel anything like I felt before. That's to say that I don't feel like a guy right now. And that's odd, because I always did before when I'm decked out as a girl. I don't know how to put it, but I guess I could say that I'm feeling kind of girly. And the problem is that I like the way I'm feeling. More to the point, I like the way Jeff makes me feel. I like the way he touches me. And I really like the way he kisses me. And there's no denying the fact that I absolutely love feeling him inside of me.'

'The trouble is though, I know in my heart of hearts that I'm still attracted to other women. But, though I am, there's no getting around the fact that I find myself attracted to Jeff as well. I mean, he has to have one of the cutest little tushes that I've ever seen, and boy is he a good kisser...'

Sara's debate with herself continued on in that vein for a few more minutes before she finally arrived at her decision. Accepting the fact that she was going to give fellatio a go, Sara gingerly repositioning herself so that her head could easily be brought to bear on its designated target. Then, with a good deal of girlish trepidation churning it the pit of that taut little tummy of hers, Sara leaned over and willing took the head of Jeff's penis into the saliva slick vestibule of mouth.

It only took a few seconds for Jeff's manly member to respond accordingly. Needless to say that Sara was overjoyed at the reaction that her oral ministrations received. As one might expect, Jeff's pecker quickly responded to Sara's rather blatant and bawdy call to attention.

Several minutes later, a thoroughly turned-on and invigorated Jeff, not wishing to come in her mouth, was balling Sara for all she was worth. And for her part, Sara loved every moment of it. Thanks to the magic that the heels had replicated within her, Sara level of arousal quickly caught up to Jeff's so that when they climaxed, they did so together.

Several minutes later, once they had recovered their stamina, Jeff, playing a game of tit for tat, returned the favor by going down on Sara. Taking his time; he proceeded to give her a thorough tongue-lashing.

 

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Though she had chided herself to keep an eye on the time, Sara had been far too distracted to follow her own advice. 'Holy shit! I've only got about a half an hour, if that, before I change back into a man again! Best get cracking, because we certainly can't have that!' Sara scrambled out of the bed and into her heels in a flash.

"Now that's what I call an outfit," Jeff wearily muttered as he too climbed out of bed. "High heels and nothing else... But I must say: it sure looks good on you."

"Well thank you, young sir." Sara cheerfully accepted Jeff's compliment as she headed straight way for the adjoining bathroom.

"So, what would you like to do today?" Jeff dutifully inquired.

"Besides making love?" Sara teased.

"Yes. Besides that."

Aware that due to all the bills that his wife had saddled him with, Jeff was pretty much living paycheck to paycheck, Sara prudently suggested that the two of them go out to breakfast on the condition that it would be her treat. Jeff readily accepted as he continued on to suggest that after breakfast, since it was supposed to be a nice day weather-wise, the two of them could spend the day at the municipal zoo. Sara was quick to agree, but only on the stipulation that they both pay their own way.

They hit a Waffle House for breakfast and while they were there, Jeff suggested that Sara might want to head back to her friend's apartment and exchange her spiked heels for a pair of shoes that were a lot more conducive to walking around in all day. With an infectious chuckle clearly conveyed in her voice, Sara thanked Jeff for being so considerate of her needs, before continuing on to dispel his notion about her stilettos. Graciously, Sara informed Jeff that while she appreciated his suggestion, such a stop would not be necessary. She continued on to explain that the heels she was wearing were the most comfortable shoes she owned. Which in fact, was the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. The heels, owing to their inherent magic, were the epitome of comfort. They made it feel as if Sara were walking on air. They put a spring in her step, a bounce in her ouch, and a sassy swish in that ever so sexy succulent tush of hers.

 

Chapter 10

 

The two of them thoroughly enjoyed their day at the zoo. Jeff, who felt already blessed spending the day in the company of such a beautiful young lady as Sara, could hardly believe how well the two of them got along. As trite as it was, he began to feel as if he had known Sara all his life, which unbeknownst to him he actually had. Though it was an emotional decision on his part, Jeff was quickly coming to the conclusion that given all they seemed to have in common, plus the fact that they seemed to compliment each other in a myriad of ways, the two of them were soulmates. Though he swore that he was not going to rush things, given the fact that this relationship of theirs was still in its infancy, Jeff was starting to believe that destiny had stepped in and decreed that he and Sara should be together for the rest of their lives.

Having spent the later hours of the morning and pretty much all of the afternoon strolling around the zoo, on their way back to Jeff's, they stopped at a Chinese carryout and picked up something to eat for dinner. Jeff, having learned that Sara was as mush as a movie buff as he was, suggested that they could watch a DVD while they ate. Having spiced up their day's conversation by bantering back and forth with lines from the Mel Brooks' 'Young Frankenstein', Sara, knowing fully well that Jeff had a copy of that particular movie in his DVD collection, asked if it might be possible to watch the classic comedy. As expected, Jeff was up for it as much as she was.

As the credits began to role at the end of Young Frankenstein, since it was still fairly early in the evening, Jeff inquired if Sara was up for watching another movie. Sara replied by saying that she was if he was. Taking the initiative, Jeff proceeded to delegate the responsibility of selecting the next movie to Sara. Seized the opportunity to test the waters so to speak, Sara, insinuating that the sex change element of that lay at the heart of both story lines was kind of a low-level turn-on for her, replied that she wouldn't mind watching either Blake Edwards' 'Goodbye Charlie', or in lieu of that one, 'The Switch'.

Jeff, who had both of those movies in his rather expansive collection, was more than happy to oblige. However, he was also mildly intrigued by Sara's insinuation concerning the sex change business, to the point where he eventually felt compelled to ask her about it around about the time they were half way through 'Goodbye Charlie', "So, Sara, tell me something. What gives with you and this sex change business? I mean, is this you're way of telling me that you believe in reincarnation and that you were a guy in your former life?"

Sara, aware that she was treading on thin ice, coquettishly responded as she purposely snuggled into Jeff's embrace all the more, "And would that be such a bad thing if I were?"

"No!" Jeff responded without any hesitation whatsoever. "In fact, it would explain a few things."

Curious to know exactly what Jeff meant by that cryptic remark, Sara, endeavoring to keep her anxiety in check, prompted, "Such as!"

"Well..." Jeff, who was starting to fell a little uncomfortable, endeavored to explain himself. "Now don't get me wrong, Sara, because I really like you. In fact I like you just the way you are. But there are time you come off sounding a lot more like a guy then a girl. In fact, you come off sounding a lot like my best friend, you know, Bill, the guy I've been telling you about, you know the one I'm dying for you meet. I mean to tell you! It's scary how much the two of you have in common. On second thought," Jeff continued in a more thoughtful vein, "maybe I shouldn't introduce the two of you. Given my luck, you'd probably end up liking him a lot more than you do me..."

Not at all liking where the conversation was going, Sara agitatedly quipped, "You know something? You can be a real nerd sometimes! While I might be in lust with you right now, there's a good chance that I'm well on my way to falling head over heels in love with you. So, do yourself a favor. Can the paranoia and give me a kiss."

Though hard pressed to quell his misgivings, Jeff was quick to accede to Sara's request. One kiss lead to another and soon the movie was forgotten as they began to make-out. However, during the early stage of their necking, Sara did manage to sneak in a comment or two concerning their prior conversation. "Oh, and just so you know, I guess you could say that I was tomboy growing up. Girls were far too catty for me. So I rarely if ever hung out with the girls in the neighborhood I grew up in. For the most part I hung out with the guys. And because I did, I grew up doing guy things."

Felling that there was a need to set Jeff's mind at ease, Sara continued on to say, "But as you can plainly tell, I'm all girl now. And right now this girl thinks that it's high time that the two of relocate and continue this in the comfort of your bedroom."

Needless to say, Jeff was all in favor of doing just that.

 

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Sunday morning, having awoken Jeff in the same tasteful manner she had the day before, though Sara was reluctant to do so, she sadly informed Jeff that while she would have liked to spend the entire day with him, she had things to do. Though he would have preferred spending the day with her as well, Jeff was understanding to a fault as he agreed to drive Sara back to her friend's apartment, on the condition that she agree to allowed him to buy her breakfast at McDonalds on the way.

With a promise to call her that evening, accompany with a most passionate goodbye kiss, a kiss that escalated into several overtly passionate goodbye kisses, Jeff saw Sara to the door of the apartment complex building where he had picked her up on Friday. With a wave of goodbye to see Jeff on his way, Sara watched him pull out of the parking lot and then prudently waited until he had driven out of site before retracing her route to the back parking lot where her MGB awaited her.

Even before she fired up the engine, Sara had prudently slip out of those marvelous high heels of hers. Placing them on the seat beside her, she made a swag (scientific wild ass guess) as to when she could expect to change back into Bill again. Calculating that the change would occur somewhere around three that afternoon, Sara checked her watch to see how long it would be before the stores at the mall opened for business. Figuring that she would arrive round about the time the stores would be opening, Sara decided that even if it meant that she would not turn back into Bill again until sometime early that evening, the prudent thing for her to do would be to purchase some women's apparel for herself.

Having spent the weekend at Bill's, Sara realized that she would need to do something that she had never had the need to do before. To help keep up the pretext of being a real girl, she would need to buy some women's clothing to take with on their future weekends together. And Sara was adamant that their would many more weekends to come.

Sara had never needed to purchase female attire for herself. The heels took care of all her needs. However, least Jeff become suspicious and begin to wonder where Sara's duds came from, she would have to take preventive measures. Added to that, she knew that she would need some other things besides just clothing. Though it was a total waste of money, Sara realized that she would have to pick up a token amount of makeup and other such sundry items, including female toiletry and the like to complete the illusion of her actually being a woman on a full time bases.

 

Chapter 11

 

For the very first time since he came into possession of those magical high heels of his, Bill felt a little out of kilter upon his becoming a man again around six that Sunday evening. Though he tried hard to shake it, he felt himself constantly nagged by the merest hint of clinging femininity. While he could discern nothing specific that would generate such an elusive impression, it nevertheless bugged the living shit out of him.

Wanting nothing more than to give his buddy the lowdown on the fantastic weekend he had enjoyed, and thereby set his buddy's mind at ease by demonstrating that thanks to Sara, he had fully recovery from his long bout with depression, Jeff called Bill around seven. As always, Bill listened attentively.

In Bill's mind, the conversation served two purposes. On one hand, given how elated and upbeat Jeff sounded on the phone, Bill took heart, reassuring himself that he had done a good thing. On the other hand, Bill experienced a feeling of relief. Having harbored the fear that his spending the weekend with Jeff in the guise of his feminine alter ego might well have played havoc with his sexual orientation, Bill was heartened to realize that he had not turned into a limp-wrested gaybird. That is to say that his former feelings for Jeff had not changed one iota because of what had occurred that weekend. Even though he, as Sara, had slept with Jeff, Bill still thought of Jeff as his best friend, something in the order of a brother, rather than a lover.

The same could not be said an hour later.

Feeling confident that Jeff would call Sara shortly after he got off the phone, upon hanging up Bill prudently slipped his feet into the welcoming maw of those marvelous dick-teaser specials of his. Bill's assumption was right on the money. Before a full minute had elapsed, Sara's cell phone began ringing its silly little head off. The problem was, Bill had only begun to change into Sara and because he had, there was no way that he could answer the phone.

Though Bill's transsexuallization progressed rapidly, Jeff tried ringing Sara's cell phone at least two more times before she was in any shape to answer it. And when she did answer it, Sara was rather taken aback, owing to the fact that her feelings had changed towards Jeff. She no longer thought of him as just a friend the way she had but a few minutes before when she was operating as Bill. Rather, a giddy and sexually excited Sara was keenly aware of the fact that person on the other end of the phone was none other than the man who had made love to her.

As one might as expect, Sara was at a loss to explain the disparity of her feelings. But regardless of that, Sara found herself relishing those new and altogether foreign feelings that she was experiencing. In fact she relished them so much, she engaged in something to further her enjoyment of the conversation she was having. Pretty much the entire time she was on the phone with Jeff, Sara passed the time by playing with those distinctly feminine attributes of hers. She did so as a means of keeping herself on the raw edge of sexual excitement.

 

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Monday evening was pretty much a repeat performance of Sunday evening. Around six-thirty, a thorough elated and upbeat Jeff called Bill to one: touch base; and two, to keep Bill appraised of the ongoing developments in his new relationship with Sara. Knowing that it would not be long before Jeff called Sara, upon hanging up, Bill prudently donned those spiked heels of his. Opting to adorn that drop-dead gorgeous body of hers in something that would grant her easy access to both her primary and secondary erogenous zones, Sara closed her eyes and envisioned herself wearing a crotchless fishnet body-stocking and - Whalla! - upon opening her eyes she was delighted to see how good she looked decked out in such revealing attire.

Ten minutes had passed and an anxious Sara began to become concerned. Jeff had yet to call her. She chided herself, telling herself not to get those magnificent titties of hers in an uproar. She repeated told herself to stop worrying and that Jeff would be calling her any minute. Sara was on the edge of her seat when five more minutes had passed and Jeff still had not called to her. Exasperated, to the point where she was starting to become frantic, Sara, who was desperately clutching her cell phone in her hand, began pacing about her living room, wondering all the while if it might be for the best if she were to call him.

Twenty-five minutes after Bill had hung up the phone with Jeff; Sara's cell phone began chirping its little head off. With a sense of relief washing over her, Sara answered the phone.

All told, their conversation lasted until about half-passed eleven. Upon hanging up, having somehow managed to keep herself teetering on the brink of orgasmic release all throughout their conversation, Sara gave in to those primordial and distinctly femininely attuned needs of hers. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she feverishly began to finger her clit. Orgasm followed orgasm as she fantasized that Jeff's manhood was snugly nestled up inside the crucible of her womanhood.

 

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Tuesday was a rough day for Bill. The clinging sense of femininity that he had first experienced on Sunday evening had not diminished one iota. Rather, Bill began to harbor the sneaky suspicion that it was on the increase. Over and over again, he was haunted by Sara's ever so pleasant memories of her weekend with Jeff. And that troubled him to no end.

In order to reassure himself that he still was attracted to women, throughout the day that Tuesday, Bill ran a whole slew of internal audits on his sexual orientation. However, each time he did, he came to the same conclusion. As a man, he was still very much a heterosexual. Sara though, was another matter altogether. Bill had to face the fact that as Sara, she would go to almost any lengths to enjoy another role in the hay with Jeff.

Having planned to hook up with Jeff at the pool that evening in the guise of his feminine alter ego, Bill donned those magical high heels of his as soon as he got home from work. He did so in order to build up several hours of Residual Girl Time. However, Bill's plans for the evening drastically change once he completed his transformation. Sara had something else in mind other than swimming. She wanted to get herself laid and she wanted Jeff to do the laying. More than anything else, she wanted to feel Jeff's manhood nestled snugly up inside her.

That being the case, Sara, who was well aware of the fact that Jeff should be on his way home from work, decided to take the bull by the horns. Briskly she strode out of her house and walked the two and a half blocks to the rented garage where her MGB was stashed. Hoping that she would not get flagged her down by a cop for speeding; Sara managed to get to Jeff's a few minutes before he did.

Needless to say, Jeff was both surprised and elated to see Sara waiting for him outside of his front door. More to the point, once he heard her counterproposal to an evening spent swimming laps at the Y, Jeff was just as eager as Sara was to go grab some carryout for dinner so the two of then could spend a quiet evening at home together.

However, it should be noted that with all the moaning, the groaning, the screaming and the squealing that escaped Sara's lips during the course of her stay, the evening was anything but a quiet one.

 

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Wednesday evening was, if nothing else, an extremely interesting one. Shortly after Bill arrived home from work that Wednesday, an old flame of his, one Rebecca March unexpectedly showed up on his doorstep.

About a year and half prior to this, Bill and Rebecca had gone together for several months before they became aware that while they were great in the sack together, they shared little else in common. Knowing that a long-term relationship was out of the question, they arrived at the mutual decision to stop seeing one another. However, though they did, every now and again, they would get together on a lark, hop in the sack and there, service one another's carnal needs.

Wednesday night was such an occasion. Rebecca, who had been wallowing in an extended dating dry spell, needed a little solace, plus a dash of servicing on the side. Bill, who needed some rather specialized reassurance of his own, was more than happy to oblige.

As it worked out, Rebecca went home happy and Bill learned a few things about himself.

First and foremost, Bill learned that he was still very much a man at heart. Physically speaking, he was at the top of his game. Sara's tete-a-tetes with Jeff seemed to have only improved Bill's love making techniques, so much so that Rebecca even complimented him, informing him on just how fantastic a lover he was. Then, having said that, Rebecca continued on to add that she really regretted the fact that the two of them had not been able to make a go of it. Oddly enough, Rebecca even went so far as to insinuate that maybe the two of them ought to give it another try.

Having picked up on Rebecca's insinuation, Bill, not wishing to end the evening on a sour note, chose to simply ignore her remarks.

The second thing Bill learned was that he was actually jealous of Rebecca's part in the proceedings. Though it did not dawn on him at the time the two of them were going at it hot and heavy, shortly after Rebecca left, Bill managed to get a handle on his feelings, only to realize that he felt a little cheated. While it was true that he had gotten his rocks off, his enjoyment paled in comparison to the unimaginable amounts of pleasure that Sara had derived when Jeff addressed those carnal needs of hers. That is to say that Bill realized that all things being equal, he would rather be on the feminine side of things. Succinctly put, Bill had to admit that when it came to the enjoyment derived from sex, women had it head and shoulders over their male counterparts.

 

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Any lingering qualms Bill had about a possible shift in his sexual orientation were put to rest that Thursday evening at the volleyball court. Sexually speaking, Jeff did nothing for him. Though he was haunted by Sara's memories, try as he might, Bill could not begin to perceive Jeff as a sexual partner by any scope of the imagination. And that was reassuring. Bill took solace in the fact that Jeff was just a friend, a really good friend, but certainly nothing more.

Bill also took heart in the fact that the old Jeff was back. However, Bill was no dunce. He clearly recognized the fact that an unexpected breakup with Sara could cause Jeff to have a serious relapse. It was entirely possible that if an unforeseen breakup occurred, Jeff might well sink into an even darker depression than the apparent dissolution of his marriage had precipitated. Bill knew only too well that he had to handle the ongoing situation with kid gloves.

But Bill was also quick to recognize that there was another factor to be considered and that factor was none other than his own feminine alter ego. Thought he never thought something like this could ever happen, Bill knew that Sara had begun to have strong feelings for Jeff. Though he tried hard to deny and dismiss it, Bill knew that Sara was on the fast track to falling head over heels in love with Jeff. And that was going to be a big problem. Bill, who was a long time proponent of the Law of Unintended Consequences, knew only to well that the axiom: 'No good deed goes unpunished', was generally right on the money. That being the case, Bill figured that when everything was all said and done, Sara's feelings were probably going to get trounced and she was going to end up a basket case. But as much as Bill was not looking forward to having to face the unintended consequences of his intervention, Bill accepted the fact that he, rather than Jeff, would take the heat. Bill knew that Jeff had suffered far too much already. He did not need to suffer any additional emotional pain. And if that meant that Bill would have to forgo logging a lot of girl time once Jeff and Sara's relationship fell by the wayside, so be it. Bill was determined that if anyone were going to suffer any emotional distress it would be him rather than Jeff.

 

Chapter 12

 

After their first weekend together, Sara adopted the practice of spending all of her weekends at Jeff's. She even alleviated Jeff from the needless hassle of having to pick her up and drop her off at the apartment complex that her sister and brother-in-law managed by driving herself over to his place in her MGB. It also should be noted that though they rarely went out anywhere special during the workweek, Sara generally spent at least one, and more times than not, a couple of evenings at Jeff's house. However, though she did, Sara did not chose to spend the night there as she did on Fridays and Saturdays.

Needless to say that Bill was spending an inordinate amount of time functioning in the guise of his feminine alter ego. While that did not pose a problem for Bill, it did require a lot of fairly accurate time accounting due to the pesky Residual Girl Time issue. The one thing that had to be avoided at all cost was a situation in which Sara ran the risk of transforming back into Bill while still in Jeff's company, especially so during those times when the two of them were going at it hot and heavy. Where such a thing to occur, it would have been a catastrophe that would no doubt destroy everything that Bill was working so diligently to achieve.

The good thing was that Bill was an old hand at keeping an accurate record of the time he spent operating as Sara. It was indeed a rare occasion when he was off even by a minute in his calculations as to just when Sara would begin to change back into a man again. Truth be told, in all the time he had been using the heels to gender-hop, Bill had only flubbed it once. And the only reason that he had was due to the fact that he had forgotten to take into account the enactment of Daylight Saving Time.

That being the case, Bill was confident that even though he was spending a great deal of his time as Sara, he could avoid that unthinkable happenstance. The problem was, Bill forgot one thing. He forgot to take into account the persnickety nature of Mr. Murphy's Law.

It happened like this. Around elevenish on the Tuesday morning following Sara and Jeff's forth weekend together, Bill, influenced as he was by the capricious nature of the indefatigable sense of clinging femininity that had become his constant companion, came to the conclusion that Sara was in bad a way. Sara had not seen Jeff since late that Sunday afternoon and because she had not, she was in bad need of her mid-week Jeffery-fix. Being the nice guy he was, Bill tried to rearrange his schedule so he could get home an hour or so earlier than he usually did so that he could don the heels, change into Sara and start building up a little extra Residual Girl Time. While he managed to reschedule his one o'clock appointment for later in the week, Bill found that he was locked into his three o'clock appointment, meaning that he would not be able to change into Sara until he got home around five. But that was okay. Even thought he would have liked to have amassed a couple more hours of Residual Girl Time as a safety reserve, Bill felt that the Residual Girl Time that he would manage to accrue for his herified self would suffice quite nicely.

And indeed it would have if Sara had not fallen asleep after a rather rambunctious and thoroughly satisfying romp in the sack with her lover.

Before heading upstairs with Jeff, Sara had done some mental arithmetic and had calculated that she would not change back into Bill until somewhere in the neighborhood two the next morning. That being the case, she knew before hoping into the sack with Jeff that she need not worry about the unthinkable occurring while the two of them were attending to those voracious carnal needs of theirs. And Sara would have been right had she not inadvertently fallen asleep while enjoying the warm-fuzzes of post-orgasmic bliss.

But, as fate would have it, Sara had fallen asleep, thereby creating the potential for disaster.

In the dead of the night, the pressing need to relieve her bladder caused Sara to rouse from her slumbers. 'Oh, shit!' her mind ragged upon the stark and startling realization of where she was and what must have occurred. 'Damn it, girl! You fell asleep!'

Struggling hard against the urge that would have had her give into the impulse to panic, and moving ever so gingerly so as to not wake Jeff who was spooned snuggly up against her backside, Sara slithered her right hand down to probe her loins. Verifying the fact that she still had a vagina down there, Sara breathed a silent sigh of relief. 'Good! At least that part of me is still all girl. I just hope that the rest of me is as well.'

Then, having attended to that, Sara lay very still as she endeavored to marshal her thoughts. 'Okay... Let's se... If my memory serves me, I'm scheduled to change back around two, so I best get my ass in gear, get the hell out of this bed and locate my heels before that happens.'

Moving ever so gently so as not to wake Jeff, Sara managed to slide out from under the luxury of the satin sheets that she had persuaded Jeff to go in halves on. Crawling around on all fours, Sara, after a few extremely frustrating and fearful moments, managed to locate those magical high heels of hers. A few seconds later, having frantically donned her pumps, a much-relieved Sara began to gather up the rest of her clothes.

It was only then that she hazarded a glance at the nightstand and the digital clock that sat atop it. 'That can't be right. It's saying that it's a quarter to four, which means that by all rights that I ought to be a man right now. But I'm not a man. So, Jeff's clock has to be wrong...'

"Sara..." Jeff, who was more asleep than awake, dreamily murmured. "Is that you?"

"Yes. I'm afraid so. I guess we were so tuckered out that we both fell asleep."

"Oh... That explains it. So, why don't you just stay the night?"

Thinking fast, Sara replied, "As much as I'd really like to, I'm afraid I can't. For one thing, my roommate will be worried about me. And for another, I've got an early meeting that I've got to get ready for. So, as much as I'd like to stay, I really need to head on back to my place."

Continuing on in the same vein, Sara added, "Now, there's really no need for you to get up. I'm a big girl. I can see myself out.

"Are we still on for tomorrow night?" Jeff, with a yawn, sleepily inquired.

"Of course we are. Now give me a kiss so that I can be on my way."

Jeff, who wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, dutifully complied with Sara's request.

A few minutes later, having fired up the MG's engine. Sara, using a flashlight that she had prudently stashed away in her glove compartment, checked her own watch. 'Well I'll be damned! Jeff's clock wasn't wrong. What gives here? By all accounts, I should have changed back into a man again way before this...'

Then, upon the realization that she was still wearing those magical high heels of hers, Sara, not wishing to build up any more Residual Girl Time then was absolutely necessary, reached down and nimbly plucked them from off her feet.

Throughout her drive home, Sara wrestled with the conundrum surrounding the issue of why she had not changed back into a man when by all rights she should have. Over and over again, she ran the numbers, only to come to the same conclusion, with that conclusion being that she should reverted back somewhere around two o'clock. Why she had not was a mystery to her.

Arriving back in her neighborhood, Sara threw caution to the wind and did something that she had never done before. Instead of returning her MG to the garage where she stored it, she parked it just a few doors down from her own house, fully aware that she would have to move it when she woke up.

"Damn!" she quipped as she entered her house carrying the heels in her hand. "It's four-thirty and I'm still a girl. This isn't right. Something really weird is going on here and I'll be damned if I know what it is..."

Though she tried to catch a little shuteye, Sara could not get he mind off the problem of why she had not as yet to changed back into Bill. As she lay in her bed, various thoughts came unbidden to her mind. '...I know that I've been spending an inordinate time as a female here lately. Could it be that I've push the proverbial pendulum too far to feminine-side of things that I've somehow gone and broke it? I mean, am I going be stuck as a woman for the rest of my life? And if I were, would that really be a bad thing? I mean, I have to admit that I do kind of like being woman, especially so now that I'm getting laid on a regular bases. And there's no getting around the fact that I'm happier now than I've ever been before..."

Seven o'clock came and went and Sara was still very much a woman.

Aware that she had a nine-thirty appointment with a prospective client, though it was the furthermost thing from her mind, a thoroughly tuckered-out Sara dragged herself from her bed and began to get ready for the day ahead. In order to save time and without giving any thought to what she was doing, Sara closed her eyes and pictured herself attired in a very fashionable business ensemble and - Whalla! - that was the outfit she found herself wearing upon opening her eyes. Though it took her a few seconds to become aware of it, a taken-aback Sara realized that she while her feet were ensconced in some sort of sheer nylon hosiery she was shoeless. And that meant that she had magical altered her attire without any help from her heels.

That got her to thinking. If she could magical change her attire while not wearing those magical high heels of hers just what else could she do? Grabbing the latest issue of Playboy, she quickly flipped to the centerfold spread and formed a mental image of the stunning brunette who was displayed there and - Whalla! - upon opening her eyes, Sara found herself resplendent as the playmate's twin sister.

Though she had little hope that it would actual work, that experiment led Sara to try something else. Closing her eyes, Sara formed a mental picture of herself in the guise of her male alter ego, only to open his eyes to find that he was once again Bill. Needless to say, Bill was elated, so much so that he tried switching back and forth several times in quick succession before finally settling to remain in his male persona, owing to the fact that he did not want to push his luck.

Not wishing to tempt fate more than he already had, the first thing Bill attended to was to move Sara's MGB to the garage where he kept it in the off chance that Jeff might just drive by, see it and become paranoid. As unlikely as that may well have been, Bill knew that Jeff would start asking questions.

Walking the two and a half blocks back to his house, Bill wolfed down a couple granola bars for breakfast, grabbed his briefcase, and head off for his nine-thirty appointment.

Needless to say that Bill was not at the top of his game. For starters, he was tired, owing to the fact that he had not gotten an adequate amount of sleep. Added to that, his mind was far to preoccupied with thoughts about the new turn of events that clearly imply that he had somehow acquired the heels' magical abilities. And due to those two factors, he was understandable off, so much so that he did not come away from his nine-thirty appointment with a good feeling. But though he did, Bill was not upset about it at all. Oddly enough, elated as he was about those newfound abilities of his, Bill could not give a rat's ass about losing a potential client. If he could actually do what he thought he might actually be able to do, things that seemed unattainable the day before, all of a sudden began to appear as if they might actually be feasible.

Though Bill was leery about doing so, as soon as he climbed in behind the wheel of his pickup after flubbing the interview, he closed his eyes and consciously willed himself to change into Sara. Opening her eyes, Sara found that her transsexualization had occurred instantaneously rather than the gradually way that it always occurred whenever her male alter ego donned the heels. Like a kid with a new toy, Sara had to try changing her sexual affiliation several more times just to prove to herself that she really had the ability to alter her sex at will. Needless to say that she made the changes easily and effortless and that knowledge not only warmed the cockles of heart, but also made her giddy and gushing with an unfettered sense of joy.

As one might imagine, as the day progressed Bill repeated that rapid fire, quick sexual switcheroo business on an almost hourly base, just to make sure that he could actually do it. However, when it came time for him to get ready to head over to Jeff's for the evening, Bill, not wishing to tempt fate, thought it best to resort to the tried and true method of donning those magical high heels of his.

Having spent another extremely enjoyable evening with her boyfriend, Sara arrived home later that Wednesday's night with a good two and a half more hours of Residual Girl Time to log before her manly physique would begin to automatically reassert itself. Wishing to once again put those newfound magical abilities of hers to the test, Sara made a conscious wish to see her manhood restored and winked her eyes. Though the eyes that Sara closed were the come hither eyes of a well endowed young woman's, the eyes that blinked opened were none other than Bill's piercing baby blues.

Though sorely tempted, Bill refrained from using that new found magic of his during Sara and Jeff's fifth weekend together. Not wishing to tempt fate until he had a pretty good handle on how the magic worked, he decided to stick with the tried and true method of using the heels themselves to mange the time he spent as a female. However, as soon as Sara arrived home on that particular Sunday, she used her magical wherewithal to completely eradicate all the Residual Girl Time she had amassed. Then, as a further test of his ability, Bill turned himself into Sara just before going to bed to see if she would retain her female form throughout night.

As expected, Sara found herself still very much a female when she awoke that Monday morning. However, as pleased as she was to find that she had remained a woman, Sara opted to spend the better part of the day operating in the guise of her male persona.

The big test came on the following weekend; the one that would mark Sara's sixth weekend spent camping out at Jeff's humble abode. Feeling fairly confident about those new arcane powers of hers, Sara decided to put them to the acid test. Placing her trust in her own abilities, Sara decided forgo using the heels as means to maintain herself in her female form. However, given that Sara was no fool, she took precautions to insure that the heels were always close at hand just in case an unexpected female-to-male transsexualization rear its ugly little head and attempt to bite her in that succulently shaped derrière of hers.

Sara had given the upcoming weekend a lot of thought and in preparation she had gone out and purchased an extra-large black leather handbag to serve as a repository for those extraordinary high heels of hers. Though she took a lot of good natured ribbing from Jeff about how enormous her bag was, suggesting in so many words that it had to be a real pain in the ass to lug something that large around, Sara was not phased one iota by Jeff's kidding. The bag, or rather its stiletto heeled contents, lent Sara a sense of security. And that sense of security in turn made it possible for Sara to thoroughly enjoy their weekend together, so much so that she surprised Jeff by not only going out to dinner with him on Sunday, but spending the better part of Sunday evening with him as well.

 

Chapter 13

 

It was during their sixth weekend together that Jeff finally got up the gumption to tell Sara what she already knew. On several occasions, Jeff, who desperately needed to share his joy with someone, told Bill in confidence that he believed that he had found his soulmate, adding in the next breath that if he was not madly in love with her already, he soon would be.

Sara, thinking that forewarned was forearmed, was anything but ready to hear Jeff's declaration of love. When Jeff finally got around to laying those three little words on her, words that can either make or break a relationship, she was so overwhelmed by the unfettered joy that they conjured up within her, that she did something that she had not planned on doing. Upon hearing Jeff tell her that he loved her, Sara, in an emotional knee-jerk reaction replied in kind, informing Jeff in no uncertain terms that she was in love with him as well.

Oddly enough, as soon as that sentiment passed her lips, Sara knew that she had spoken God's honest truth. She was not just in love Jeff; she was hopelessly in love with him. She realized that she loved him with every fiber of her being. More to the point, her heart was his for the taking. Without qualification, Sara knew that Jeff was her man and she was his woman. At that pivotal moment in their relationship, in dawned on her that she and Jeff were meant to be together. They were but two halves of one whole. And that whole was good and good things would undoubtedly come from their union.

Even as Sara was acknowledging her feelings for Jeff, the magical potential that the heels had replicated within her, adhering to prime directive to enrich Sara's life, began to metaphysical effervesce. That effervescence in turn called into play a cascade-effect that, starting at grudgingly slow pace of a snail's and accelerating logarithmically on a subliminal level of her being, would re-polarize Sara's intrinsic self, in effect turning her yang into her yin and her yin into her yang. Though the process would take a full twenty-eight days to achieve its desired goal of tipping the scales in favor of her yin, Sara would begin to feel the initial affects upon regaining her male persona.

It could even be said that Sara fell under the influenced of the noninvasive changes that were occurring within her long before she switched back to her male persona.

Jeff, unable to restrain himself a moment longer, had made his declaration of love shortly after Sara's arrival that Friday evening. Moved as she was, Sara had replied in kind, which in turn had triggered a progressive, albeit comprehensive realignment of her intrinsic nature. In twenty-eight days, William Castle would no longer be a man with the magical wherewithal to change himself into a woman, rather she would be Sara Keep, a woman with the metaphysically ability to adopt a male persona whenever the mood struck her.

Now, as to the reason one might say that Sara displayed signs of having fallen under the influence of the sexual realignment that she was undergoing, is due to the fact that when she arrived home that Sunday evening, she was uncharacteristically reluctant to turn herself back into Bill. Though reluctant, and only after a lot of hemming and hawing on her part, Sara did enact the change, just to ensure that she could. However, she did not remain male for very long. It was not even a full thirty seconds before Bill was back to being Sara, and a very scantily and scandalously clad Sara at that.

Upon waking that Monday, Sara put off changing back into Bill until she was ready to ready to head out for his first appointment of the day. However, once he was finished with that appointment, Bill, nagged as he was by that eerie and unshakable sense of clinging femininity that relentless dogged his trail, decided that since it was such a nice day, he might as well spend it as a member of the opposite sex. As one might imagine, Sara concurred, so much so that instead of decking herself out in a smart looking blouse and a pair of tailored slacks, she elected to give the guys a trill by showing off those lovely legs of hers. She achieved that goal by adorning herself in a frilly and flattering rainbow-hued sundress.

As the week progressed, for the first time since coming into possession of the heels, Sara found herself spending more time operating as a woman than she did as a man. While those newfound abilities of hers alleviated Sara from having to deal with the hassles stemming out of the Residual Girl Time business, there was something else, something that Sara could not quite put her finger on, that enticed her to do so. While it was true that Sara relished the warm feelings she derived from the knowledge that she was not only in love, but also loved, she always knew that there another factor involved in her wanting to retain her feminine form. For some reason or another, Sara had begun to fell slightly more comfortable, and to a degree, more confident operating as a female than she did as a male. And that puzzled her, but not to the point where it troubled her.

 

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Having traded declarations of love, Jeff and Sara's relationship began to take on a new dimension. Though it began innocently enough, Jeff began to introduce comments that alluded to their future life together by the simple substitution of the pronouns he used. Instead of using singular denoting pronouns such as 'I' and 'me' and 'yours' and 'mine', Jeff began to use plural pronouns, pronouns such as: 'us' and 'we' and 'ours'. The implication being that it was more or less a given that the two of them would be living together in some unspecified fashion in the future. Sara, for her part, did nothing to dispel that notion of his. Taking heart in fact that he was thinking along the same lines that she was, it was not long before Sara fell in line and began to adopt the very same pronouns that Jeff had begun to introduce into their conversations.

 

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The week following that, with that week being the one that marked Jeff and Sara's seventh weekend spent shacked-up together, Bill logged even more time as a female then he had logged the week before. Out of the hundred and sixty eight hours that comprise a week, Bill spent somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred hours functioning in the guise of his bodacious alter ego. The week after that, he spent an addition twenty hours as Sara, upping the tally to a grand totally of a hundred and twenty some odd hours spent as a female.

As time went on and the re-polarization of her sexuality continued to gain momentum, Sara began to notice several interesting things about herself. The first thing that struck her as odd was that even when she functioned as Bill, she was a lot more emotional and empathetic than she ever had been before. Added to that was she felt a growing need to nurture something. In fact that need of Sara's to nurture something got so bad that Jeff took her to the animal shelter and got her a kitten. While it was true that the kitten went a long way in satisfying her needs at the time, a few days later Sara realized what her problem was. She came face to face with the fact that she was in the process of developing a health, if not pronounced, maternal instinct. While she knew that she was not anywhere near ready to even think about having a baby, Sara knew that it was just a matter of a couple of years before she would. The problem was that though he tried hard to deny it, Bill not only wanted a baby as much as Sara did, he, like his feminine alter ego, wanted to give birth to it.

Oddly enough, Bill was not trouble by the fact that his emotions had gone haywire on him, to the point where he found himself getting all teary-eyed at the stupidest of things. Nor did his newly acquired maternal instinct cause him a great deal of distress, even though Bill found himself becoming extremely envious damn near every time he encounter a mother proudly fawning over that precious newborn of hers.

What did cause Bill a great deal of consternation was the fact that women did not hold the quite same sexual attraction for him as they once had. While he had often jokingly quipped in the past that he would give his right nut to bed a woman that had caught his eye, that statement of his was no longer a figurative jest. It had in fact become a literal truism. Given the fact that his formerly manly attuned libido was well on its way to becoming the libido of a slightly perverted sex-crazed nymphomaniac, were it not for the love Sara had for Jeff, Bill would gladly have given both his nuts, plus his pecker to go one on one with another woman. Deny it as he might, Bill eventually had to give up the ghost and accept the fact that even when male, he was a dyed in the wool lesbian.

 

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Twenty-eight days to the day after Jeff and Sara's declared their love for one another; Sara experienced her first menstrual cramp. That, more than anything else, clearly delineated the fact that Sara had become a woman in body, mind and soul. She was no longer a man, a man who had the ability to become a woman, rather she was a woman, a woman who could elect to fit herself out with a man's body should she chose to do so.

Oddly enough, while Sara absolute hated the physical discomfort that was part and parcel of that new monthly flow of hers, she nevertheless took comfort in the fact that she had become the woman that Jeff thought her to be. Having never endured a period before, Sara was also damn glad that she had a sister. Aware that she needed guidance in what was to her the arcane area of feminine hygiene, Sara did not hesitate to place a call her sister and ask for help.

"Beth!" a frantic and rather beleaguered Sara screamed into her phone's receiver. "It's not the least bit funny! Here I am! I've got blood running down my legs and you're laughing your ass off! Look! I've got a problem! So, I need you to get your ass over here and help me!"

Having heard her sister say that she would be right over, Sara continued on to add. "Hey, sis! Do me a favor. On your way over, how 'bout stooping at a drug store and pick me up whatever you think I'm going to need to see me through this thing. Oh, and while your at it, do you think you can pick me up one of those bridal magazines..."

Roughly an hour and a half later, Beth, who still could not stop herself from chuckling every now and again, made what she believe to be a very apropos suggestion. "Look, Sara, if the cramps are bothering you as much as you say they are, why not just change yourself back into man?"

Lying on her sofa with her head buried in a pillow brought down from her bedroom, a thorough disgruntled Sara sarcastically groaned, "Don't you think I haven't already tried that?"

"And it didn't work?" Beth, already aware that it was a stupid question, nevertheless felt compelled to ask it.

"Does it look like it work?" Sara irately demanded of her sister as another cramp contorted her insides into painful knots. "I mean, I'm still a girl aren't I?"

"Are you saying that your magic doesn't work anymore?"

"Oh, it works just fine." Sara, her voice even more sarcastic that it had been previously, snapped. "That's to say that I can change my outfit and even my appearance! But not, it would seem, my sex! I mean, if you'd like to see how Keira Knightley might look decked out with a Kotex crammed up between her legs, I can oblige you. But if you'd like to hold a conversation with your bother, as much as I'd like to perform the old presto-chango act for you right about now, I'm afraid that I can't."

"So, I take it that you think that your period is preventing you from changing yourself back into a man again?"

"That's my hope..."

A little while later, having finally put a mussel on her giggling, Beth sought to assuage her curiosity. "So I take it this thing with you and Jeff has gotten serious?"

Sara, the tone of her voice clearly defensive, abruptly countered, "Whatever gave you that idea?"

"For starters, that brides magazine that you had me pick up for you."

"Oh, that!" Sara tried, but failed miserably at her lame attempt to come off sounding nonchalantly about her relationship with Jeff. "I've never told you this before, sis, but I have this thing for women wearing wedding gowns."

"That's a bunch of crap and you know it!" Beth rounded on her ailing sister. "You're not fooling anybody. You're so much in love with him it isn't funny. And don't try and tell me you're not, because we both know that you are. And, given the way you look as girl, dear brother of mine, not to mention everything the two of you have in common, it's a safe bet that he's in love with you..."

Knowing that she would not be able to convince her sister to the contrary, Sara finally confessed to the fact that Beth's supposition was indeed correct and that it was true that she and Jeff were madly in love with one another.

"So, has he asked you to marry him yet?"

"No..." Sara glumly admitted.

"But, I take that you hoping he'll get around to it soon?"

Feeling as miserable as she did, Sara managed to sheepishly grin. "Yes, very much so..."

 

Chapter 14

 

Needless to say that once her period had run its course, Sara was overjoyed to find that she could once again turn herself into a man. However, though she could, she spent even less time as Bill than she had previously.

Aware that some of her clients were closet chauvinist, in that they preferred dealing with a man rather than a woman, Sara, in an effort on her part to keep those particular clients happy, thought it advantageous for her to deal with them as Bill. That being the case, Sara found herself forced to spend anywhere from twenty to twenty five hours of her workweek operating as a man. Added to that was the four to five hours Bill spent each and every Thursday playing volleyball and downing some brewskies with his buddies at the pub afterwards. That brought the total up to somewhere in the neighborhood of thirty some odd hours that Sara spent in the guise of her male alter ego. Sara also had to take into account the time she spent on the phone as Bill. Though the two friends did not talk every night, several times during a week either Jeff would call Bill, or Bill would call Jeff just to touch base and shoot the shit with one another. Though he was not in any way braggadocios about it, Jeff liked to keep Bill appraised of how his new love life was progressing. Jeff, who saw his buddy as an old hand at the dating game, generally liked to elicit Bill's opinion on how he might further improve his budding relationship with Sara. Jeff also milked Bill for all he was worth, as he sought fresh ideas as to what he might do and where he might take Sara in the future. Roughly speaking that brought the hourly tally up to around thirty-two to thirty-five hours Sara found herself more or less committed to functioning as Bill. Rounding things off and discounting those several days each month that she was locked into her female form by her period, Sara spent about eighty percent of her time as a woman and only around twenty percent physically masquerading as the man she used to be.

 

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Almost from the beginning of Jeff and Sara's relationship, Jeff had been after Bill to meet his new girlfriend. Early on, Bill managed to put Jeff off by simply telling Jeff the truth. That is to say that when push came to shove, Bill would say that he had just entered into a new relationship that consumed most of his idle time. Which of course was the truth. Then, while Bill stressed the fact that while he really wanted to meet Sara, he informed Jeff that it would have to wait until he firmed up his own relationship. Jeff understood completely, which in turn bought Bill a couple more weeks to come up with another ploy.

Acting on the assumption that Bill did not want to spend anymore time away from his girlfriend than he did himself, Jeff switched tactics. He began suggesting that it would be really nice for the four of them to spend an entire Saturday or Sunday doing something they all liked. While Bill relied that he would like to do just that, he always managed to come up with an excuse as to why such and such a date was not acceptable.

As one might expect, after a few weeks of excuses, Jeff started to become a little perturbed with Bill, to the point where he actually began to demand an explanation from Bill as to what the problem was. Assuring Jeff that that there was no problem and that he and his girlfriend really want together, Bill decided to pass the buck to his feminine alter ego. That's to say that Bill decided that it was high time to let Sara provide Jeff with a week or two of excuses as to why they needed to postpone getting together as a foursome.

Basically, when pressed by Jeff as to the reason why she wanted to hold off meeting Bill and that nonexistent girlfriend of his, Sara, as coquettishly as possible, merely replied that she was at a point in their relationship where she did not want to share Jeff with anybody. As lame an excuse as it was, Jeff nevertheless bought in to it, hook, line and sinker.

 

Chapter 15

 

A few days after Sara had endured the drudgery of her second period, Jeff called Bill around six on that particular Thursday evening. Having checked the Caller ID display on her landline phone, Sara, taking note of the fact that it was Jeff, winked herself into her male persona and picked up the receiver.

Though his voice was tinged with a bridled sense of enticement, Jeff was uncharacteristically cryptic on the phone. Having asked Bill if he would mind foregoing playing volleyball, Jeff said that he had called with the hopes of enlisting Bill's assistance for evening. Though Bill pressed him, all Jeff would say was he needed to pick something up and he was hoping that Bill would give him a hand. Having asked if Bill had eaten anything as yet, Jeff even went so far as to sweeten the deal by offering to buy Bill' s dinner; if that is, Bill could see his way to accompanying him.

Though Bill felt a little funny about the idea of being alone with the guy his feminine alter ego was madly in love with, Bill could not find it in his heart to say no. After all, Jeff had been his friend long before Sara had become Jeff's lover. Besides, while Bill's libido, along with everything else besides his present physicality and mannerisms were about as feminine as feminine could be, he was not a homosexual by any stretch of the imagination. While it was true that women did not tug at his heartstrings the same way they had before his Sara persona had gained dominance over his life, Bill, to his everlasting relief, did not find other men sexually attractive. Oddly enough, with the exception of Jeff, Sara did not find men sexually attractive either. With the sole exception of Jeff, Sara was pretty much a nymphet-out narcissist.

Jeff drove and true to his word, he paid for Bill's food once they arrived at the mall. While it was true that it was only food court fair; Bill was not about to complain. It was free. His friend had forked out the dough for it as he had said he would. And as far as Bill was concerned, that was all that really mattered.

Bill's curiosity finally got the best of him round about the time he was wolfing down his second piece of pizza. "Okay... Now that we're here, are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"No!" Jeff, sounding much the way a child who was savoring a secret might sound, gleefully chuckled. "Not yet, I'm not..."

A few minutes later, having finished their food, Jeff steered Bill out of the food court and turning left along the mall's upper concourse set off at a fairly brisk pace. Still curious, and trying to keep up with his buddy, Bill tried another ploy. "So do you mind telling me where we're headed?"

Jeff, who was still being as cagey as he could be about the evening's errand, enthusiastically replied, "You'll see soon enough. We're almost there." Having said that, Jeff abruptly turned to his right and began to cross one of the floating piers that linked one side of the mall's upper concourse with the other,

Even before Jeff had finished speaking, Bill realized where they heading. 'Okay,' Bill thought. 'I get it now. Jeff wants to buy Sara a piece of jewelry and for some reason or another he wants me to help him pick it out. I mean, just the other day he did mention that come this weekend we'd be celebrating our three-month anniversary together. I just wonder what he has in mind. Earrings would be nice. Hell, I wouldn't mind a bracelet. Maybe, if I'm lucky, the cheapskate'll spring for a necklace set with some sort of semi-precious stone...'

As Bill would quickly learn, Jeff was not looking to purchase a pair of earrings. Nor was his friend interested in picking up a bracelet, or a necklace, or a broach or even an up-styled watch for Sara. Catching the attention of a smartly dressed saleswoman, a woman who under other circumstances Sara could have gone for in a big way, Jeff proceeded on to inform her that he was interested in looking at their selection of engagement rings.

Needless to say, regardless of the fact that he knew that Jeff was in love with his feminine alter ego, Bill was taken aback by his buddy's unexpected request. However, as caught off guard as Bill was, inside that ultra feminized mind of hers, Sara was doing cartwheels, owing to the fact that she was beside herself with joy.

Though Bill had no idea how Jeff had found the time in his busy schedule to do so, Jeff had done his homework. That is to say that he had a pretty good idea of what he was looking for in an engagement ring. In fact, as knowledgeable as Jeff was, Bill was not sure why Jeff had asked him to come along. Did he suspect that Bill was in fact Sara?

While Jeff engaged in a running conversation with the saleswoman, Bill posed that question to himself and came to the conclusion that there was absolutely no way that Jeff could know that he was Sara. Feeling confident that his secret was still safe, Bill did his best to pay attention to the conversation that Jeff and the saleswoman were having.

Having narrowed down his selections and along with the respective price quotes and various payment options, Jeff thanked the saleswoman for her time, and with Bill in tow, headed off to the second of four jewelry stores that were located at the mall. Repeating pretty much the same process in the other three jewelry stores that were peppered about the mall, Jeff headed back to the second jewelry store he and Bill had visited that evening.

Jeff selected the second jewelry store over the others for two reasons. One, he had seen exactly what he wanted. And two, the store was having a huge sale. The chain was in the midst celebrating the grand opening of its fiftieth store. Jeff, having compared prices, realized that he could purchase a little more ring for Sara than his finances would have otherwise allowed. After a little haggling with the stores manager, Jeff, with the assurance that he could pick up the ring by five the following Tuesday, settled on a near flawless, clear, half-carat diamond mounted in royal crown platinum setting. Needless to say, Bill whole heartily approved. Even as the two of them began to make their way out of store, Bill reassured Jeff that he had done good and that Sara was going to absolutely love the ring Jeff had picked out for her.

As they began to traverse the mall's parking lot Jeff said, "You do realize that it may be a while, given the fact that my divorce has yet to be finalized, but if Sara says that she'll marry me, I'm going to need you to be my best man again."

Aware that what Jeff was asking was impossible, Bill replied with all honesty, "If that girlfriend of yours is crazy enough to marry a nut-job like you, rest assured pal, I'll be there all right. In fact, I'll be standing right there next to you throughout the whole affair, just to make sure you don't chicken out..."

A few minutes later, having just checked his watch, Jeff said, "Hey, it's still early. So, what do you say we head over to O'Breckeys' and shoot some pool?"

"As much as I'd like to, I've got some things I've got to attend to before I hit the sack. So, if you don't mind, how 'bout dropping me off at my house before you head over there?"

Once safely inside his house, Bill watched the taillights of Jeff's car turn the corner at the end of his block before he felt comfortable enough to change into his feminine alter ego. Gleefully Sara dashed upstairs. Entering her bedroom, Sara snatched up the brides' magazine that her sister had purchase for her and moved to the open space at the foot of her bed. There, Sara placed the magazine on the bed and then positioning herself directly in front of the stand-alone oval mirror that she had purchased for herself shortly after she had come into possession of those magical high heels of hers. Then, for the next hour and a half, a tickled-pink Sara passed the time by garbing herself in one glamorous wedding gown after another.

 

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