Heels: A Friend In Need

by Deane Christopher

 

Chapter 16

 

As elated as Sara was with the inside knowledge that she possessed concerning Jeff's intentions to ask her to marry him, it took all she had and then some to restrain herself from bringing up the subject of marriage even in passing. However, it must be said that even though she almost slipped up a time or two during their weekend together, all things considered, Sara did an excellent job of avoiding the subject of marriage.

Though Jeff was a little miffed that he had not been able to persuade Bill into making it a foursome, Jeff and Sara nevertheless thoroughly enjoyed their Saturday together. On Jeff's suggestion, they went to a Celtic Festival, chiefly for the music, but they made sure that they sampled all the gathering had to offer. Jeff, using the excuse that he had to avail himself of one of the port-a-pottys that were strategically placed all around the fair, hurried back to where a group of vendors were situated and from a jewelry merchant purchased a pair of Celtic earrings that Sara had been eyeing-up earlier. Returning to the dell that served as a natural amphitheater for one of the fair's two music stages, Jeff, with a big cheshire-cat grin spreading across his face, said in a voice that carried no further than Sara's ear, "Here, I thought you might like these." As Jeff expected she would, Sara liked the earrings a lot, so much so that she not only gave him a great big thank-you kiss, but for the next half an hour, she squeezed his hand so hard that it actually became numb.

Keenly aware of how much money Jeff had been laying out, especially so since he had purchased several CDs for her, Sara insisted on paying for their dinner on the way home from the Celtic Fair. Jeff, knowing that he had probably spent a little more money on Sara's engagement ring than he should have, irregardless of the fact that he had gotten a fantastic deal on it, was not about to argue.

Though Bill had never been much of a cook, Sara was working hard to address that deficiency in her life. To that end, Sara had taken on the chore of preparing breakfast for the two of them every Sunday when they were not off gallivanting around somewhere. Though breakfast did not require a lot in the way of culinary skill, Sara repeatedly surprised herself at just how tasty the meals she made turned out, so much so that she had recently started preparing dinners for the two of them once or twice a week. For one thing, it saved money. For another, if she was going to become Jeff's wife, Sara was bound and determined to make him the best wife she could be.

Sara kept telling herself that Jeff deserved someone a whole lot better than his former wife Susan. And Sara was working hard to be that special someone in Jeff's life. If it was true that Jeff was going to ask her to marry him, as seemed to be the case, Sara, knowing fully well that she would eagerly accept his proposal, had vowed to herself that she would never give him cause to regret his decision to marry her.

Though she hated having to say goodbye, even if it was only for one night, it was nonetheless a happy and invigorated Sara who climbed in behind the wheel of her MGB that Sunday evening.

 

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When Sara had first thought to intervene in Jeff's life, she had forgotten to take several things into account. For starters, while she correctly figured that a new love interest would turn Jeff's life around, she had not thought the thing through. While she had put all her planning into how to go about arranging what had to appear to be a chance meeting, and subsequent to that, somehow wangling Jeff into asking her out on a date. Sara had not figured out how to go about ending their relationship on a gracefully note, there by keeping Jeff's revived ego intact. Added to that was the fact that Sara had wrongly assumed that she would not enjoy the sexual aspects of their relationship. The fact that she had still baffled her.

Then there was the love issue. While Sara had rightfully assume that she ran the real risk of having Jeff fall in love with her, the thought that she would fall in love with him never crossed her mind. But as fate would have it, Sara had fallen in love with Jeff and though she could not prove it, she correctly assumed that that was what caused the sexual re-polarization of her intrinsic self.

Sara was no dummy. While she retained the ability to change herself into a man, Sara knew that she could no longer lay claim to actually being a man. All vestiges of her maleness had been stripped away, layer by layer, replaced with the sensual epitome of the sublime feminine.

Sara held no delusions. She knew exactly what she was. She was a woman, a woman who would much rather purr than roar.

Back when Sara was undoing her transition into a bona fide woman, having already acknowledged the fact that she was in madly love with Jeff, she began to explore the unlikely possibility that the two of them might actually be able to forge some sort of life together. As upsetting as it was for her to undergo, it was Sara's first period that convinced her that she had in fact become a woman. That in turn meant that marriage was no longer out of the question. As the woman she had become, Sara realized that marriage was no longer a pipe dream. If Jeff asked her for her hand in marriage, Sara knew exactly what she would say even if her answer meant the untimely demise of one William Castle.

Oddly enough, Sara did not relish the time she spent functioning as a male the way Bill had when he opted into the guise of his feminine alter ego. To put it bluntly, Sara experienced no erotic rush upon changing herself into a man the way Bill had each and every time he had turned himself into Sara.

 

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As was her custom, Sara spent that Monday evening at Jeff's watching a little TV and capping off the evening by getting those damn near insatiable carnal needs of hers attend to. Knowing fully well that he was supposed to pick up her engagement ring the following day, Sara did not give Jeff any grief when he, using the lame excuse that he had some errands to attend to, asked her if she would mind foregoing their spending Tuesday evening together. As before, Jeff prevailed upon Bill to accompany him. Bill, having nothing better to do than to sit around his house fingering that ever so sensitive clit of hers, was more than happy to oblige.

Having picked up the item in question, Bill could not resist inquiring, "So, tell me. Just when are you planing to pop the question?"

"Sometime this weekend," Jeff thoughtfully replied. "More then likely, I'll do it Friday evening..."

Several minutes later, Sara's curiosity got the best her, which in turn compelled Bill to change the subject. "So, how's the divorce coming along? I mean, have you heard from Susan recently?

"No. In fact I've haven't talked to that bitch since a week or so after she took off. As for the divorce, I talked to my lawyer last week and he tells me that everything's still a go and that I should be a free man in a couple of months."

"And you're telling me that after all the hell that Susan put you through, you want to get married again?"

"Oh, yeah!" Jeff didn't hesitate. "The truth of it is: Sara's the best thing that ever happened to me. Frankly, I can't wait to marry her."

Playing devil's advocate, Bill sarcastically smirked, "But does she want to marry a schmuck like you?"

"Lord, I hope so! I mean, I don't know what I'm going to do if she doesn't want to marry me, save to say that I'd be devastated if she told me no."

"Given everything you've told me about Sara, I don't think you have a thing to worry about in that regard. I mean, it pretty much goes without saying that she's going say yes."

"And just how the hell would you know something like that, considering the fact that you have never even met her?" Jeff rounded on his buddy with mock irritation.

"Well..." Bill stalled in an effort to blunt Jeff's criticism. "It's not like I haven't wanted to me her. Truth is: I would very much like to meet Sara. Trouble is: s my girlfriend who keeps dragging her heels..."

 

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Much as he done on the preceding Thursday, having failed to talk Bill into downing few beers at their favorite watering hole, Jeff dropped Bill off at his house and headed for home. As soon as Bill was sure that Jeff was on his way, he headed upstairs. Though Bill had started up the stairs as a male, a scantly clad and an unabashedly giddy Sara reached the upper landing as an amply endowed female. Dashing into her bedroom, a bedroom that still reeked with a strong sense of masculinity, Sara once again procured that dog-eared copy of the brides' magazine that had requested that her sister had picked up for her out from under the bed where she stashed it. Positioning herself in front of her mirror, Sara opened the magazine to display a wedding dress that she had struck her fancy. Having done that, Sara began to put on a one-woman fashion show for herself.

Having run through the gauntlet of the gowns she was considering, Sara began to run through them again. However, though she did, Sara began to play magical seamstress as she began to alter the gowns to see if she could come up with something she liked even better than those graced the magazine's pages. Eventually, Sara's euphoria got the best of her. She became playful; introducing wild and scandalous concepts into those metaphysical concocted designs of hers. Having started down that road, Sara blinked that sexy body of hers into one revealing outfit after another, with each new outfit being slightly kinkier than the one that proceeded it.

Sara capped off her self-contained fashion show by blinking herself into an outfit that would have done a Playboy Centerfold proud. It was definitely a tease-to-please outfit that consisting of a pair of shimmering white lycra/spandex opera gloves, a corresponding white lycra/spandex garter belt, which in turn supported a pair of shiny white nylon hose, all perched atop a pair of dazzling white stiletto heels and nothing else.

"Damn, girl! You look good enough to eat." Sara was struck by how tantalizing she looked. Admiring herself as she was, Sara reached down and deftly inserted her middle finger into her vagina. She then began to teasingly twiddle her middle finger about the elusive and ever so sensitivity nub of her clit. "Damn! What I wouldn't give to be double-jointed..." A few minutes later, Sara gave voice to another though that crossed her mind. "Well, it's a given that I can't wear an outfit like this to my wedding. However, I really need to keep it in mind for the wedding night..."

 

Chapter 17

 

 

The next day, with the next day being Wednesday, Jeff called Sara around three in afternoon.

It should be noted that thought he did not make a practice of it, every now and again Jeff would call Sara during the course of the workday. Sometimes he would call Sara to alert her of a change of plans. Then there were the other instances when Jeff would call Sara just to let her know that he had been thinking about her and to tell her how much he was looking forward to getting together with her later that evening.

The call that Wednesday was of the former kind rather than the later.

Delighted to see that it was Jef who had called her, Sara eagerly answered her cell phone. "Well, if this isn't a nice surprise!" her voice was both pleasant and upbeat.

"Sara..." Jeff's voice was flat, flat and ominous, instilling Sara with an overwhelming sense dread.

"What's wrong?" fearing the worst, she clamored. "You sound terrible!"

"I feel terrible."

"Have you been in an accident or something?" The concern in Sara's voice was almost malleable.

"No..." Jeff heaved a labored sigh. "But right about now I wish I had been in an accident."

"So what's wrong? What's going on?" a scared shitless Sara demanded of the man she loved, the man she had hopes of marrying in the not to distant future.

"It's Susan. She's back. She showed up on my doorstep just as I was ready to head off to work this morning. She told me that she was sorry and that she knows that she made a big mistake leaving me. Basically, to cut to the chase here, she wants the two of us to get back together..."

With tears welling up in her eyes, Sara, knowing fully well what the outcome of their conversation would be, listened in silence as Jeff, speaking in the resigned monotone of a defeated and downcast soul, summarized what he and his wife had discussed.

"Sara..." Jeff, aware of the terrible hurt he was causing her, owing to the fact that he suffered from the very same hurt himself, and knowing there was no way his words could alleviate her pain, he nevertheless endeavored to do just that. "Look, I know this isn't what you want to hear right now. But I do love you. I love you more than I ever thought one person could ever love another."

"I know," a despondent Sara whimpered through the tears that were streaming down her face. "I know you love me. And you know that I love you. But I also know that this is something you have to do, not for Susan, but for yourself. Look, I know you don't love Susan anywhere near the way you do me. But, as much as I hate to say this, she's your wife and if she's willing to give it another go, knowing you the way I do, I know that you feel obligated to see if the two of you can work things out. Besides, the two have a lot of history together, where as you and I don't..."

Though she was not at all happy about it, Sara understood Jeff's predicament. Even though he was well aware of the fact that he was in a bad marriage, Jeff, who was virtuous to a fault, took his wedding vows seriously. For better or worse he had made his bed and come hell or high water he would lie in it. Susan could dissolve their marriage. But, as much as he might want to, Jeff never would. He just was not built that way.

If nothing else, Jeff was an honorable and upstanding man. Though he had his faults, the lack of integrity was not one of them. As far as Sara was concerned, Jeff's integrity ran a mile high, a mile wide and a mile deep. If he made a promise, he made damn sure that he kept it. Added to Sara's misery was the fact that Sara loved him for it, enough to let him go so that he could do what he felt compelled to do.

While she might hate Susan for trying to wangle her way back into Jeff's life, Sara could not find it in her heart to hate Jeff. She loved Jeff. Furthermore, Sara knew in her heart of hearts that Jeff suffered the same anguish from the traumatic and unforeseen demise of their relationship as much as she did.

 

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Three hours later, an extremely distraught Sara, who was still sitting behind the wheel of Bill's pickup much as she been when Jeff had called her, dejectedly implored. "Beth, I need you to do me a big favor. I need you to come and get me and take me back to my place."

Given how upset her sister sounded on the phone, Beth knew that something was terribly wrong. "Where are you? Are you hurt?"

"No... I'm not hurt. I just don't think it's a good idea for me to be driving anywhere right about now."

"So, what's wrong? What happened?"

"Jeff called and it seems his wife has had a change of heart."

"Sara, are you saying that Susan doesn't want a divorce anymore?"

"Yes." Sara began to sob.

"That bitch!" Beth was livid.

"My sentiments exactly..." Sara tearfully managed.

"So, tell me where you are, sis and I'll be right over to get you..."

 

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Beth did not waste any time getting to the parking lot where her sister sat slumped behind the wheel of her brother's truck. Having doubled checked to make sure Bill's pickup was locked up tight, Beth bundled a broken hearted Sara into her car. Knowing that her sister was in no condition to fill her in on what had happened, Beth had to listen to Sara whimper and sigh all the way back to her brother's house.

Arriving home, aware that her sister was a basket case, the first thing Beth did was to call her husband. Without mincing words, Beth filled him in on what had happened. Then, having done that, Beth continued on to informed her husband that he would have to fend for himself for the rest evening, owing to the fact that she did not feel comfortable leaving her sister in such a fragile state. Over Sara's repeated protests to the contrary, Beth made it perfectly clear that she was spending the night.

Having informed her husband as to what was going on, Beth headed into her brother's kitchen. Speaking loud enough for her voice to carry back into the living room, Beth inquired, "So, sis, what would you like for dinner?"

Hoarse from hours of crying her heart out, Sara, her throat raw, managed to meekly respond, "Nothing. I'm not all that hungry right now. Maybe later..." Then, in an after-thought, she weakly added with a whimper. "But, don't let me stop you from fixing yourself something to eat."

Beth, ignoring her sister, fixed them both grilled cheese sandwiches.

Oddly enough, even though Sara insisted that could not eat a thing, she wolfed down not only the sandwich, but also the chips that reside on the plate that her sister had, without comment, placed on the coffee table in front of her.

Unsure as to how to best handle the situation, Beth thought the best approach she could take was to put the ball in Sara's court. "So, sis, do you want to talk about what happened today?"

"No!" Hoarse, raw throat and all, that was emphatic. "I don't!"

But talk about it, she did. Sometimes crying, sometimes times whimpering, Sara repeatedly agonized over the sudden and unexpected termination of her relationship with Jeff. And Beth, for her part, listened attentively, placated when possible and commented at what she took to be the appropriate points.

"That bastard!" Beth vehemently spat. "I can't believe he did something like this to you!"

Taken aback by her sister's cutting remark, Sara rallied to Jeff's defense, "You don't understand, Beth! Jeff's not a bastard. He's only doing what he thinks is right. I know that he'd much rather be with me right now than Susan. But, as much as we both wish it weren't the case, Susan's his wife."

Unable to restrain herself, Beth sarcastically smirked, "Yeah... Some wife she is..."

"I whole heartily agree." Sara was becoming hoarser by the minute. "But the fact is that she is his wife and as long as she's willing to try to make a go of it, Jeff feels he has no recourse but to take her back."

"I'm sorry, Sara. This is all my fault."

"How in the hell can this be your fault? This has absolutely nothing to do with you, Beth!"

"Aren't you forgetting something, sis? I was the one who introduced the two of them."

"That's right. You were, weren't you..."

 

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Later that evening, Beth made a suggestion that she thought might go along way to alleviate at least some of the mental anguish her sister was contending with. She suggested that Sara might want to consider changing herself back into Bill to see if that might ease her suffering.

Though she knew that it be little more than a fruitless exercise, in order to appease her sister, Sara did as Beth suggested. "When I say blink, blink. One... two... three... blink!"

"Well?" a hopefully Beth asked of her bother. "Are you feeling any better about things?"

"No. And to be honest with you, I didn't think that I would. I'll grant you that I have no longer have the desire to hop in the sack with him. That's to say as far as the sexually aspects are concerned, their gone. But, be that as it may, I know that I still love him and I don't think I feel any better about any of this now then I did before. In other words, it still hurts like hell."

"How come? I mean, I thought it wouldn't be so bad for you as a man."

Taking a second to collect his thoughts, Bill replied, "You remember me telling you about how I somehow changed, you know, from being a man into being a woman, you know, that resulted in me getting saddled with those little monthly visitors that we women love to hate?"

"Yes." Beth began to understand where her brother was going with this explanation of his.

"Well, I guess it boils down to this. While I might look like your brother right now, I'm not your brother. Inside, down deep where it counts, I'm your sister. So, if it's all right with you, I'm going to change back into a girl now. Because, I feel really stupid sitting here, as a man, all teary-eyed over a guy I'm so in love with it isn't funny."

 

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About fifteen minutes later, Beth offered Sara another suggestion. "Hey, sis! It just struck me that if this magic of yours could change you into complete woman, you know: body, mind and soul, couldn't it just as easily change you back into a man again? I mean, if you could change yourself back into the man you once were, you wouldn't have to deal with all these female emotions that are doing a real number on your head. Come to think of it, sis, you might even find that once you're back to being a man again, that you aren't in love with Jeff anymore."

Beth's suggestion gave Sara something to think about. She realized that while it was a long shot, and that it would probably have to wait until after her next period to being to take affect, it might just work at that. It her magic worked one way, there was no reason why it should not work the other way.

Knowing how long it had taken her to recover from the emotional fallout of her own divorce, Sara knew only to well that if she remained as the woman she was, loving Jeff as she did, the outlook for her future was bleak at best. As far as Sara was concern, the light at the other end of the tunnel wasn't the tunnel's far end. Rather, it was an onrushing train that was going to make mincemeat out of her emotional wellbeing, as if the afternoon's Jeffery Express, the highballing 3:05 (The time Jeff had called her.), hadn't trounced her emotional wellbeing enough already. Sara knew only too well that it is darkest just before it gets pitch black. The problem was, knowing fully well where her emotional state was headed, Sara new the pitch black would look bright compare to the abyss that awaited her.

However, even knowing that she had just begun her trek through the living hell of abject despair and depression, Sara also knew that being a woman somehow felt right to her. Even if meant that she could rid herself of the agony that she wallowed in by once again becoming the man she once was, Sara found herself extremely reluctant to grab for the lifeline that a return to manhood might offer her. Bill was her past, Sara was her present and future. Now that she had found herself in a sense reborn as Sara, she was loathed to return to a life that belong to a memory, a good memory as it was, but nothing more. Though she was miserable, Sara was determined to remain as she was. Now that Bill was gone, Sara did not want him back. She was Sara and so she would remain.

"No, Beth. As tempting as it might be to return to that man I used to be, I don't think I'll go that route. At least for the time being I won't. As miserable as I am right now, I still think I like the new me better than the old me. The truth is: now that I happen to be one, I think I kind of like being a woman. However, if things get to bad, to the point where I don't think I can handle it anymore, I just might decide to abandon ship and see if I can somehow invoke the magic that will change me back into that ornery old brother of yours. You know, the guy you love to hate..."

 

Chapter 18

 

Though she was half-tempted to spend the entire day with her sister, Beth, aware that she had things that required her attention and knowing that she could not help Sara anymore than she already had, left a little before twelve the next morning. However, before she left, Beth spent a good hour on the phone rescheduling the rest of the week's appointments for her beleaguered sister. Added to that, Beth made sure before she headed out that her sister knew that should Sara need her, she was only a phone call away.

Succinctly put, Sara, the basket case that she was, was no good for nothing. Save for shuffling aimlessly to and fro the kitchen to get herself something to either eat or drink every now and again, she spent the better part of the day camped out on the sofa, watching the boob-tube. However, had someone asked her to name the shows she watched, or even recount some of the contents of even one of those shows, Sara probably would have been able to provide a cogent or credible answer.

The zest had gone out of her life. In effect, she became a wraith, a zombie like caricature of her former bubbly, in love with life self. Though the magic that resided within her ensured that she always looked her best, the way Sara looked was in sharp contrast to just how miserable she felt.

The following day, with the following day being Friday, in an effort to rid herself of the doldrums, Sara tried to get her mind off of her unexpected break-up with Jeff by winking herself into one of her favorite tease-to-please outfits. Decking herself out in the satin finery of a Playboy Bunny Costume, Sara head for her bedroom and the stand-alone mirror that awaited her there. Though dubious, Sara was hoping that one sight of herself decked out as a Bunny would get her juices flowing and there by provide a very pleasurable, though short-lived reprieve from her problems, Sara became even more depress when nothing happen. As provocative as she looked decked out in Bunny togs, it appeared that those damn near omni-present narcissistic tendencies of hers were being trumped by the turmoil that continually raged within her mind.

Sara, not one to give up easily, adorned herself in several more of her favorite tease-to-please outfits before finally acknowledging the fact that no matter how hard she tried, she was not going to be able to turn herself on. Resigning herself to her fate, Sara, who was still decked out in the last outfit she had chosen for herself, with that outfit being that ever so sexy and unabashedly brazen wedding night ensemble that she had cooked up for herself, dejectedly returned to the living room and the tear stained couch that awaited her there.

 

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On Saturday evening, having taken about as much crap as he could from Susan, Jeff defiantly announced that he was going to call his friend Bill. Thinking it was her sister calling in to check up on her, Sara reached for the phone, but then hesitated when she realized that it was Jeff who was calling. Though she was sorely tempted to just let the call transfer to her voice mail system, Sara thought better of it. Blinking herself into her male persona, Bill snatched up the receiver. "Hello stranger!" Bill was working his ass off to sound upbeat. "How'd it go at volleyball Thursday? Look, I'm sorry I was a no-show, but something came up and I ended up having to work late to fix the problem."

Sounding about as glum as he had sounded before he had met Sara, Jeff responded in a monotone that clearly conveyed a sense of doom and gloom. "I'm afraid that I didn't play volleyball on Thursday either."

Though he was already aware of the reason, Bill felt compelled to ask the obligatory question, "How come?"

"Susan's back."

"Oh..." Even though Bill felt that he was perfectly in his rights to take heart in the fact that his buddy was just as miserable about the tragic turn of events as he was, Bill could not bring himself to fell any animosity towards his friend. "So, where's that leave Sara?" Bill damn near choked trying to get that one out.

"Nowhere. As much as I hated to do it, I had to break it off with her. I mean, what recourse did I have?"

At that point Jeff began to poor his heart out, telling Bill over and over and over again how much he loved Sara and how much he resented his wife for inserting herself back in his life. Jeff's temper flared as he raged on and on, repeatedly saying about how unfair it all was and that Susan had screwed up his life not once mind you, but twice in the same year.

Bill, in an effort on his part to try to change the subject before Sara emotions caused him to say something that he shouldn't ought to be saying, inquired "So, how are you and Susan getting along?"

"We're not! As far as I'm concerned, she's still the same bitch that she always was. Hell! Would you believe that we're not even sleeping in the same bedroom, not that I'm complaining about that? I mean, I'm as happy as hell that she decided to camp out in the guestroom. Frankly, the less I see of her the better. And I truly believe she feels pretty much the same way about me."

"So, tell me. Why on earth did she ever come back?"

"Beats the hell out of me!" Jeff smirked. "Though I seriously doubt it, there's always the possibility that she got wind that I was involved with somebody and decided to screw me over again. I mean, you do realize that the only reason I took her back in the first place is because of those damn wedding vows. Hell, if weren't for those, I wouldn't give a rat's ass if I ever saw her again."

"Yeah," Bill concurred. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but if I remember it right you only married Susan because she told you that she was pregnant with your child. So, you did the honorable thing. You married her, only to find out afterwards that she had lied her ass off about being pregnant."

"That's right." Jeff agreed. "That's exactly what happened. She only told me that crap so that I would marry her..."

 

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After that Saturday, Jeff, needing someone to tell his troubles to, began calling Bill on an almost daily bases. Oddly enough, though Sara had a hard time dealing with the emotional fallout of Jeff's calls initially, as time went on, not only did she start looking forward to commiserating with her former lover, even if she had to do it in the guise of her male alter ego, but her mood began to improve by leaps and bounds.

Though it was a far cry from the lovey-dovey kind of relationship that she had once enjoyed and very much desired to enjoy again, it was nonetheless a relationship. Furthermore, if were one to disregard the sexually aspects, given the deeply personal kind of stuff that Bill and Jeff incessantly talked about, it was indeed an intimate relationship.

However, though Bill and Jeff's relationship could be categorized as an intimate one, it nonetheless adhered to the strict, yet unwritten rules that tend to govern male heterosexual relationships. Handshakes, slaps on the back, arm-punches and the occasional bear hug were acceptable, but anything else was strictly verboten. That meant that when functioning as Bill, Sara had to exercise a great deal of restraint.

To Sara's chagrin and consternation, something new had been added to muck up the game. While shit might happen, excrement occurs. As long as Sara was getting serviced regularly, there had never been a problem for her when it came to maintaining a hands-off policy towards Jeff whenever she had an occasion to interacted with him as Bill. That unfortunately was on longer the case. Unfortunately for Sara, in the aftermath of her first period, Bill had for all practical purposes cease to exist. Basically, the only remnants of the old Bill that remained intact were those uniquely male memories hers. Everything else was pure Sara and a very feminine Sara at that. Luckily for Sara, on those infrequent occasions when she found herself forced to function in the guise of her male persona, her mannerisms followed suit.

Thursday evenings proved to be a real challenge for Sara. And for the most part, Sara, in the guise of her male alter ego handled them pretty well. However, though she did manage to restrain herself from crowding Jeff's comfort zone, or reaching over and garbing Jeff's hand the way he had been accustomed to doing, it took everything she had and then some to keep her desires in check.

The trouble was that while the old Bill never was much of a touchie-feelie kind of person, Sara was. To make matters worse, the person that Sara wanted to touch most was Jeff. And that was a real problem for Sara to content with on those occasions when she, as Bill, found herself in close physical proximity with her former lover.

Sara came within a RCH (red cunt hair) of scruching the pooch the first Thursday that Bill and Jeff got together with their buddies to play volleyball after the breakup. Caught up in the heat of the moment, Sara momentary forgot that she was masquerading as Bill. Instead of hauling-off and smacking Jeff on the ass in the permissible manner pioneered by a whole host of professional football players, Sara committed a faux pas by affectionately patting Jeff's tush in an overtly effeminate manner.

Though he did not say anything at the time, the incident unnerved Jeff, so much so that shortly after arriving at the pub Jeff cornered Bill and demanded an explanation. "And just what in the hell was that crap on the volleyball court tonight?" Please, tell me that you haven't up and turned into a limp-wristed gaybird."

Knowing fully well what Jeff was referring to; Sara elected to play dumb. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

Keeping his voice low, so as to not to be overheard by any of their friends, Jeff rasped, "I'm talking about you, and your fondling my ass like you did."

"You're talking crazy man. I never fondled your ass. I'll grant you that in the excitement of the moment I may have slapped it, but that's about it. I mean, you know fully well that I don't swing that way."

"I'm glad to hear that. Just do me a favor pal. Don't do it again. Alright?"

 

Chapter 19

 

Three weeks to the day after Jeff had called to inform Sara that his wife had had a change of heart about wanting a divorce, Sara received a call from her sister. It was somewhere in the neighborhood of seven-thirty in the evening when an excited Beth called Sara to fill on the good news. Susan, along with damn near everything in her and Jeff's house, except for his clothes, personal effects and papers, were gone. Susan, for all intent and purposes, had taken pretty much everything that was not nailed down and skedaddled. Added to that, not only had Susan cleaned out their bank accounts, but unbeknownst to Jeff, in the three weeks while she was there, she had maxed out all three of their credit cards as well.

As one might expect, Sara was overjoyed to hear that Jeff was once again a free man. However, she was also extremely curious to know how her sister had received her information. "Beth, how is it that you know all this? I mean, if what you're tell me is true, Jeff only found about Susan taking off on him just a little over two hours ago."

Unable to contain her enthusiasm, Beth blurted, "The reason I know all this is because I got it straight from the horse's mouth!"

"Are you saying that you talked to Susan?"

"No, silly. Jeff told me himself. You see, sis, as soon Jeff finished reading the note Susan left him, telling him in so many words that she had duped him, and that there marriage was over, Jeff tried calling you on your cell phone. But you must have it turned off or something. Because he couldn't get through."

"Yeah, that's right." Sara, who was still trying to digest everything that her sister was attempting to tell her, distractedly replied. "I do believe that I did turn it off the night you came and got me. Truth is, I can't recall where I even put it..."

"Sara!" Beth, in an effort on her part to regain her sister attention, sternly snapped. "Your cell phone is the last thing you need to be concerned about right now! It's not important. However, what I have to say is."

Confident that she had Sara's full attention, Beth continued, "So anyhow, as soon that ex-lover boy of yours realized that he wasn't going to be able to get in touch with you over the phone, he got in his car drove over here in hopes of tracking you down.

"Well, to make a long story short, starting somewhere around six-thirty, some of my tenants start calling me, complaining about some obnoxious nutjob who was been making a real pain in the ass of himself, inquiring if anybody knew the whereabouts of one Miss Sara Keep. Basically, what they all wanted me to do something, with their implication being is that they wanted me to call the police and have them physical remove the pest from their building. Oh, and just so you know, your Jeff wasn't content on bothering the tenants of just one building. Thinking that he might have been mistaken as to which building you lived in, he also bothered the tenants in both of the adjacent buildings as well."

"At first I didn't make the connections. But I have to confess that I was unaware of anyone named Sara Keep living in the apartment complex. So anyhow, on my way over to see what was going on, out the blue it hit me that as woman, you had adopted the name Keep as your last name and that you must be the Sara Keep this guy was looking for. Adding two and two together, I came to the conclusion that the obnoxious nutjob that was looking for you had to be none other than your Jeff. And guess what! I was right. It was Jeff. And that's how I came by my information."

"So, what happened next?" an anxious Sara eagerly prompted. "What did'ya tell him?"

With a great sense of reluctance, and only after a good deal of hemming and hawing, Beth apologetically replied, "I'm sorry, sis. I don't know what I was thinking. But, I'm afraid that I told him that if anyone would know where Sara was, you would."

"You did what?" Sara was incredulous. "Seriously, you didn't say that, did ya?"

"I'm afraid I did, or something to that affect."

"Beth, do you know what you done? I mean, you do know how paranoid Jeff can get, and given what you told him, Jeff might get into his head that Bill and I have somehow become an item, when there is absolutely no way the two of us could have ever met one another. There was nothing that connected Bill to Sara. In other words, Beth, Bill should have no reason to know where Sara is. But thanks to you, Jeff probably thinks that his best friend is a buddyfucker, a buddyfucker who has stabbed him the back by somehow hooked up with his ex-girlfriend, the very same girlfriend that he loves more than life itself."

"I said I was sorry, sis. And I really, really am..."

"I know, Beth. I know... Look, I'm not mad with you. Something like this was bound to happen sooner or later. It's just..." Sara began to wrack her brain in an attempt to sort everything out. "Well, it's just that I now have to figure out how I'm going to go about handling the situation."

"Well, sis, you better come up with something soon, because I think that Jeff's on his way over your house now. And given the way he burned rubber when he pulled out of the parking lot, I'd say he should be arriving there soon."

"Shit!" Sara said as she blinked herself into her male persona. "I'll be damned if he isn't pulling up in front of my house now. Sorry, Beth, but I've really got to go."

"Good luck, sis. I hope everything works out okay."

"Thanks, Beth! I'm going to need all the luck I can get."

 

Chapter 20

 

Bill knew only too well that Sara's future happiness hinged on the confrontation that was about to take place. Having no idea how he was going to handled it, Bill, aware that he was going to have to wing it, decided that the best thing for him to do was to be totally honest and up front with Jeff.

Instead of waiting for Jeff to ring the bell, Bill took the preemptive measure of opening the front door before his friend was halfway up the walk. "I just got off the phone with Beth. See tells me that Susan took off again."

In a no-nonsense tone of voice, a tone of voice that clearly denoted that he was seething below the surface, Jeff gruffly replied as began to aggressively vault up steps to Bill's porch. "After she told you about Susan taking off again, did your sister happen to mention why I was there?"

"Yes. She said that you made a real nuisance of yourself looking for Sara."

"Did she also tell you that I was on my way over?"

"Yes. That's the main reason why she called. Look Jeff, since you're here, you might just as well come on in. You and I really need to have a talk." With that, Bill led Jeff into his living room. "Have a seat and I'll get us both a beer. I think there should be a few cold ones left."

"No thanks. I think I'll pass on the beer tonight."

"All right, but you don't mind if I have one, do you?"

Jeff, who was becoming more impatient with the passing of every second, irately rasped, "Your sister seems to think that you know were Sara is. Do you?"

"Yes. I happen to know exactly where she is." Bill was beginning to take umbrage with Jeff's abrasive manner.

"Tell me the truth, Bill. Are the two of you seeing each other?"

Bill, who was becoming more than a little miffed with his friend's attitude, made Jeff wait until he returned from the kitchen before he addressed his friend's rather pointed question. "No. Contrary to what you seem to think, Sara and I are not seeing one another." Placing his beer on coaster that sat upon the coffee talk, Bill move to take a seat across from Jeff. "In fact, Sara isn't seeing anyone at the moment. Frankly, I seriously doubt that she ever will. You see, pal, though you're starting to make me question as to why she is, I have it on good authority that Sara is still very much in love with you."

"And you know that to be a fact because you've actually talked to her?" Jeff was incredulous, to the point where he was on the verge of losing his temper.

"In a manner of speaking, yes. I think that it's safe to say that we've communicated after a fashion. And yes, Sara is still very much in love with you."

"Do you think that she'll take me back after what I've done to her?"

"Oh, yeah! Most definitely! Rest assured, she'll take you back in a heartbeat. That's not the problem. The problem is that after you hear what I have to say, or rather what she has to say, will you want still want to get back together with her?"

"Of course I'll want to get back together with Sara!" Jeff returned defensively. "I mean, why wouldn't I? What could Sara have to tell me that would cause me to not want to go back with her."

"Actually, plenty..." Bill cryptically replied as he got up from his seat and began to move toward the stairs. "Look, I've got to run upstairs for a something. But I'll be back in a sec."

"Hey!" Jeff called after Bill. "Why don't you just tell me how I can get in touch with her."

As Bill bounded up the stairs, he called down to Jeff, "That won't be necessary. I have a sneaky suspicion that she'll be putting in an appearance shortly."

It was not even a full thirty seconds later when Bill came bounding down the stairs with those magical high heels of his dangling from the fingers of his right hand. Placing them upright on the coffee table, Bill, having pushed his chair back about a foot and a half, return to his seat. "Look familiar?"

Unsure as to where his friend was going with this, Jeff replied with some hesitancy, "Yeah... They look like Sara's, only they're a lot smaller."

Bill slipped his feet out of the moccasins that he was wearing. "Yeah, you're right." Bill said as picked up one of the stilettos and placed it on the floor so that it stood upright right alongside of his foot. "They are awfully small, aren't they? But, nevertheless, they are Sara's."

"So, you are sleeping with her." Jeff irately charged.

"No, at least not the way you think." Bill, who had already picked up the other pump, placed it on the floor next to his other foot. Having done so, Bill stood. "Jeff, do you believe in magic?"

"No! Of course I don't. But what the hell does that have to do with Sara?"

"Actually, quite a bit." Bill smirked. "Tell me something. Do you think I can cram these size nines of mine into the maw of these ever so tiny heels?"

"No."

"Tell you what Jeff, if it turns out that I can do it, will you promise me something? Will you promise me that no matter what happens, you'll stay and hear me out, even if what I have to say isn't exactly what you want to hear?"

"Does it have anything to do with Sara?"

"Actually, it has everything to do with Sara."

"And what do I get if you can't cram into those heels?"

"You get to see me make a fool of myself," Bill chuckled as he easily stepped into first one heel and then the other.

"How the hell did you do that?" a shaken Jeff gruffly demanded.

"Would you believe, magic? Oh, that's right, you don't believe in magic. Well, just so you know, I didn't either. But that was before these nifty of heels of mine turned on my doorstep." Bill, who was still extremely apprehensive as to how Jeff was going to handle it when he learned the truth, was nonetheless thoroughly enjoying the moment. "Oh! By the way, did you happen to take note of the fact that my socks aren't socks anymore?"

"Yeah..." Jeff had gone from being irritated, to being astonished, and from there, to being flat out flabbergasted in a mere matter of moments. "They're... They're... They're..." a thoroughly bewildered Jeff incoherently stammered.

Coming to the aid of his friend, Bill offered, "I think the word you're looking for is nylons. And you're right. My socks have become nylon anklets. Now, take a good look at my sweatpants and you'll see that they're in the process of changing too. The first thing that should strike you as that they're nowhere near as baggy as they were? In fact, from my knees down they now fit me like a second skin. Oh, and added to that, given how shiny they've become, I think it's safe for me to say that they're not cotton anymore. My guess is that they're some sort of nylon/lycra mix."

"What the fuck's on here, Bill?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you did come here looking for Sara, didn't you?"

"Yeah... I did. But I don't get what this magic act of yours has anything to do with her?" an enraged Jeff angrily blurted.

"For your information, it has everything to do with Sara. You want to see her and all I'm trying to do is to produce her for." Then, having said that, Bill did something that shocked the shit out of Jeff. Aware that the best way to convince Jeff that he was actually in the process of transforming into a bona fide member of the opposite sex, Bill grabbed the waistband of sweatpants and yanked them down, exposing the blood engorged shaft of his manhood in the process.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Bill?" a squeamish Jeff, in a knee-jerk reaction, raised his hands in front of his face as means to block his view of Bill's penis.

"Stop that. You really need to see what' going to happen next!" Bill had to chuckle at his friend's uneasiness.

"I'd rather not."

"Jeff!" Bill's voice cracked like a whip as he commanded, "Take your hands away from your eyes and watch what happens. Actually, I think you'll find it interesting."

"Your pecker! It's shrinking! I mean, it's getting smaller and smaller."

"What about my balls? Can you see what's going on with them?"

"Shit, man! They're not there anymore! They're gone!"

Parking a rump that was well on its way to become a woman's well rounded derriere back in the chair and placing his hands on his thighs, Bill began to spread those femininely re-sculptured legs of his. "Here, let me make this easier for you to see what's going on down there. Hey! Tell you what! Why don't you come on over here so you can get a better a look."

As squeamish as he was before, Jeff was even more so. "That's okay, pal. I can see just find from over here."

"Suit yourself." Bill, aware of not only how fragile, but also how important the situation was, could not find it in himself to pass up the once in a lifetime opportunity to yank his friend's chain. "But I don't know why you're been so squeamish about this. I mean, it's not like you haven't been up close and personal with that particular part of my anatomy before."

"Enough already! Bill, would you please bite your tongue!"

"Tongue..." Bill savored the word. "You know, it's rather funny you should say that..."

"Holy shit!" Jeff reeled from the impact of what he had just witnessed. "I can't believe this! You're pecker gone! I saw it changed into a cunt right before my very eyes!"

"I actually prefer the word vagina over cunt or pussy," Sara teased. "But you're right, Jeff. I've got a cunt down there now. In fact, it's a cunt that you are very familiar with, considering the fact of how many times you had that penis of yours up inside of it."

"Oh, my God, Bill! You're saying that you're Sara?"

"Yes, or I soon will be. You know, once my transformation has run it course."

"But how... How's that possible? How can you - A guy! - change yourself into a girl?"

"And here I thought that I covered that point already. Jeff, don't you remember me saying that it all has to do with magic." Sara began to remove the T-shirt she was wearing so that Jeff could have unimpeded view of the changes that were just starting to reconfigure her torso into that of an amply endowed young woman's. "Oh, and while I'm thinking about it, let me correct a misconception you seemed to be harboring. While it is true that I used to be a guy who could change myself into a girl, that is no longer the case. Somewhere along the line, starting round about the time when the two of us acknowledge the fact that we were in love with one another, something I never expected to happen, happened. I started to change, not in a physical sense, but mentally and emotionally. My libido actually ended up and pulling a one eighty on me. Instead of being a guy who had the ability to change myself into a girl, I ended up a girl who could change herself into a guy..."

 

+

 

 

Aware that Jeff was owed an explanation, Sara gave him a quick, to be almost frantic, rapped fire rundown on the history of how she came into possession the heels and how on a fluke, she had tried them on one night only to find herself changing into a woman. Jeff, with moth agape, and hanging on every word she spoke, sat gawking as Sara completed her fluid transition into the vivacious young woman he had fallen in love with. Then, having laid the groundwork, Sara, fearing that Jeff might get it into his head to get up and walk out of her life, proceeded on to explain how she had used the heels as a means to regain her sense of self worth. She reminded him of just how depressed she had been in the wake of her own wife's leaving, repeatedly stressing the fact that heels had been a godsend, a godsend that had in fact allowed her to climb out the deep depression she had wallowed in.

Though she could not be entirely sure, from the few comments he made, Jeff seemed to be okay with that part of Sara's tale. He even went so far as to concede that while he would never want to spend any time as a female, given that the very idea made his skin crawl just thinking about it, he could see how some guys might.

What Jeff did have problems with was the idea that even though she had done so with the best of intentions, Sara had duped him. Added to that, the mere thought that he had engaged in sexual intercourse with his best friend - and a guy friend at that - did not sit at all well with him. To say that Jeff was pissed would have been the grossest of understatements.

In a last ditch effort to salvage their relationship, a teary-eyed Sara finished up her explanation by saying, "I given this a lot of thought, and I'm not about to apologize for what I've done. Whether you want to admit it or not, you were in bad shape when I came up with this admittedly cockamamie idea of mine. I knew exactly what you needed in order to get out of that black funk you were wallowing around in. You needed a new woman in your life. Trouble was, you were so down on yourself that you would have probably frightened off any woman that you went out with. So, since I was afraid to introduce you to any of the women that I knew, I figured that I could hook you up with a woman that you couldn't frighten off, namely me."

"And guess what! It worked. The problem is it worked a little to well. Like a fool, at the same time you were falling in love with me, I was falling in love with you."

"It shouldn't have happened. It wasn't supposed to happen. But it did happen. And guess what! I glad it did happen. Loving you has been the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Even if I going to spend the rest of my life miserable because of what I did, if I had to do it all over again, I do the same damn thing."

Emotionally distraught as he was, an incredulous Jeff blurted, "This is crazy! You're a guy for christsake!"

"No!" Sara vehemently screamed. "Haven't you been listening to me? Get it through that thick skull of yours! I not a guy anymore! I'll grant you that I used to be a guy, but I'm not one anymore. I'm a girl now, a girl who loves you more than you'll ever know! And if you can't accept that, as much as I hate saying this, why don't you just get the hell out of here!"

"You know something, Sara... or Bill... or whomever the hell you are, I think that's the best advice I've heard all night." And with that, Jeff got up and without saying another word, stalked out the door, climbed in car, fired up the engine and putting the petal to the metal, took off into the night.

 

Chapter 21

 

Knowing her that her sister would be worried, the first thing Sara did after watching Jeff's car turn the corner and pass out of sight, was to call Beth. Though her sobbing made it hard for Beth to understand everything that Sara was endeavoring to impart, by in large she managed to the get the gist of what had occurred.

"I'm so sorry to hear that it didn't work out the way you were hoping it would, sis. But you know that after he cools down and has some time to think about everything, he might have a change of heart.

Sara did not hold out much hope of that happening and told her sister as much. In fact what she said was, "Come on Beth! Get real here! Things like that only happen in fairy tales."

"Hmm..." Beth heaved a thoughtful sigh. "And you're going to try and tell me that your life isn't the stuff that fairy tales are made of? Let's see, first off there's those magical high heels of yours. You know, the ones that made it possible for you to function as a girl in the first place. Then, while out masquerading as a girl, you just happen to fall in love with your best friend, who just so happens to return the favor by falling in love with you. Then, to make that love that the two of you have for one another possible, you up and change into a real woman, periods, crying gags and pretty much the whole shebang. And if that isn't a modern day Cinderella story, then I don't know what is. I mean, you've got your handsome prince, which of course is Jeff. Then you, of course, are Cinderella, which makes Susan the Wicked Witch of the West."

"Hmm..." Beth mused aloud. "I guess that makes me your fairy godmother."

"Oh! And speaking of godmothers, I got some fantastic news today. Sara, you my dear are going to be an aunt, unless of course you change your mind and would rather be an uncle."

As emotionally distraught as Sara was, her sister's news buoyed her spirits. "Beth!" Sara excitedly squealed. "Are you telling me that going to have a baby?"

"Yes! Isn't it wonderfully?"

"Yes! Yes, it is. It's the best news I've had all day." Sara's glee was short lived. Though she endeavored to remain positive, her brooding sense of melancholy had already begun to reassert itself. "You do know that while I'm really happy for you, I'm also envious."

"How come? I mean, why on earth would you be envious of me?"

"You're going to have a baby. I, unfortunately, am not."

"Oh, that's right. I forgot all about you telling me about those heightened maternal instincts of yours. Tell you what, sis, just as long as you remember just who the mother is, I want you to feel free to come over here anytime those maternal instincts of yours need to be appeased. I sure they'll be more than enough diapers to change for the both of us. Besides, I want my baby's godmother to have active role in raising her."

"Are you serious, Beth? You really want me to be your baby's godmother?"

"Of course I do. Who else would I want? However, if you don't think that you can hack it as a woman and decide to go back to being my brother, I'll try to keep the job of godfather open for as long as I can..."

 

Chapter 22

 

To say that Jeff was pissed when he stormed out of Sara's house would have been putting it mildly. His day had not been a good one. In fact, as far as days go, Jeff's day had sucked the big one.

To being with, after a day at work in which he had accomplished practically nothing, Jeff had come home to find that his wife had taken off on him again. Which was not necessarily a bad thing were it not for the fact that Susan had pretty much stripped their house clean. Save for Jeff's clothes and his personal things, Susan had taken pretty much everything that was not nailed down, including all of the shades, venetian blinds and curtains, plus most of the light bulbs. Adding insult to injury, Susan had withdrawn all the money from Jeff's saving and checking accounts, leaving him broke for all practical purposes. Jeff had a little over fifth dollars on him and he was going to have make that do until the following Friday when he got his next paycheck.

Then, to make matters worse, after a frantic and futile search to track down Sara, Jeff had to deal with the paranoia stemming out of the absurd notion that his best friend, a guy he trusted explicitly, had gone behind his back and had begun bonking the woman he loved. While Bill quickly dispelled Jeff of that notion, the manner in which he did so did not sit at all well with Jeff. Needless to say that Jeff was traumatized to learn that the woman he loved, the woman he had been sexually intimate with, was none other than his best friend.

Frayed as his emotions had been prior to arriving at Bill's house, Jeff was thunderstruck to learn that that the woman he loved was none other than his best friend. As one might expect, he felt violated, violated and more than a little betrayed. Jeff's felt as if his world was crashing down around him. Emotionally, he had been backed into a corner, making him feel that the only recourse left open to him was to escape. And when an equally emotionally distraught and disturbed Sara unwittingly presented him that very option, suggesting as she did that if he could not accept that she was one hundred percent female, he might just as well get the hell out of her house, Jeff took her up on it. And he did so without giving any thought whatsoever to the consequences of his actions.

Though Sara was unaware of it, Jeff did not go far at all. While he took off like a bat of hell, he had enough of his wits about to realize that he was in no condition to drive. If he continued like he was, he figured that either the cops would pull him over and charge him with reckless driving, or he would end up either in an accident or causing one. That being the case, Jeff did the smart thing. Only two and a half blocks from Sara's house, Jeff pulled over to the curb and turned his engine off.

For the next three hours, Jeff sat behind the wheel of his car, stewing over the day's rather dismal turn of events. Initially, he was both angry and incensed. However, as time went on and his brain began to grapple with everything thing that had transpired, he began to question as to exactly whom he was angry with. Susan, of course was a given. If Jeff never saw her again, it would not bother him a bit. She had done him wrong on two occasions. He was not about to let her screw over him a third time. Truth was, he was glad to be rid of her.

Sara was another matter altogether. As much as Jeff wanted to be angry with her, he just could not find it in his heart to do so. The problem was, as much as he tried to deny it, Jeff, even with everything he had learned, had to concede that he was still very much in loved her. More to the point, he knew he could never live with himself if he let her go without a fight.

Setting thoughts of Sara aside for the moment, Jeff began to focus his ire and attention on Bill. However, the more Jeff thought about how Bill had deceived him, he realized that there had been no malicious intent in anything that Bill had done. Try as he might, Jeff could not fault Bill's intentions. What unnerved Jeff, sending cold shivers up and down his spine every time he thought about it, was the knowledge that he had unwittingly engaged in sexual acts with his best friend, and a male best friend at that. It didn't matter to Jeff that Bill was physically female at the time, the more Jeff thought about the sexual aspects of the cockamamie, and to his way of thinking, perverted threesome he had become embroiled in, the more it bothered him.

Jeff had like it just the way was, with Bill being Bill, and Sara being Sara. This sexual overlay crap was in his opinion, for the birds. He dearly wanted things back the way they were. The problem was that was never going to happen. All to well, Jeff knew that he had to either come to terms with the situation as it was, or part company with the one individual that had been, until that very night, the two most important people in his life.

It was confusing to say the least.

That got Jeff back to thinking about Bill again. Jeff put the question to himself. 'Had Bill really done such a bad thing?' Having mulled that one over for a couple of minutes, Jeff came to the conclusion that Bill had not done such a bad thing after all. In all reality, what Bill had done was to sacrifice his own ego in order to salvage Jeff's. Though he did so grudgingly, Jeff had to concede that Bill motives had been completely above-board and extremely altruistically. Bill had done what few men would have done. He had sacrificed both his masculinity and his pride for the good of his friend's wellbeing. And then, assuming that his friend would probably lapse back into a state of depression should Jeff's relationship with Sara somehow come to a bad or sudden end, Bill had gone the extra mile by embracing his feminine side, there by drowning himself in the Sara persona he had created for himself in the process.

Had their situation been reversed, Jeff questioned if he could have found the wherewithal within in him to do as Bill had done. While he liked to think that he both would have and could have, there remain a nagging doubt that he had the balls to make the kind of sacrifice for Bill that Bill had made for him.

Though it took him three hours of mental turmoil and a hell of a lot of soul-searching, Jeff came to the realization that he could not ask for a better or more loyal friend than Bill. The trouble was, Bill, for a practical purpose, had ceased to exist. However, what did remain of Bill, resided in Sara. And that Jeff thought, was not such a bad thing.

It struck Jeff that if he and Sara could resolve this issue, he, in a weird, perverted and convoluted way, when it came to friends; he could have his cake and eat it too.

And that thought triggered another. Jeff had often heard his father say that in order to have a good marriage a couple had to be three things. First and foremost, they had to be best friends. While they could have plenty of other friends, they had to want to spend the majority of their leisure time together. Secondly, they had to be business partners. Since money problems could crop up to threaten even the best of marriages, a couple had to be in sync when it came to financial matters. Lastly, and by far the least important of the three, the couple had to be lovers. As he sat there behind the steering wheel of his car, Jeff could recall his father saying that being lovers was something akin to the icing on a cake, in that the icing was but a small part of the whole, but that it sure tasted awfully good going down.

Before he even realized what he was doing, or even why he was doing, Jeff reached over and popped open the glove compartment. Jeff breathed a sigh of relief upon the realization that his wife had not thought to rummage around in his car. Had she, it was almost a certainty that she would have found the glossy plastic bag and the rather telling and expensive item that it contained. And had Susan come across the item, it was pretty much a given that she would have absconded with it like she had with practically everything else.

Removing the item from the bag, Jeff slid the cardboard sleeve from about the wine-red velvet cube-sized jewelry box. Flipping the lid of the box up, Jeff reached up and turned on his car's interior curtsey light so that he could better view the engagement right he had purchased for Sara.

For a good five minutes Jeff sat there staring down at the ring. Then, knowing what he had to do, but not exactly how he was going to go about doing it, he closed the ring box; placed it on the passenger seat; turned off the overhead light, and fired up the car's engine. A few short blocks and three left-hand turns later, he pulled up in front of Sara's house and turned the ignition off.

 

Chapter 23

 

Though he did so with quite a bit of trepidation and fully aware that that he had made a real ass of himself earlier, Jeff, with the hope that she would at least hear him out, knocked on Sara's door.

Sara, looking absolutely fantastic in a sky blue satin tank top, an unbuttoned faded blue denim over-shirt, a pair of shimmering navy blue lycra/spandex leggings, and still wearing those signature high heels of hers, opened the door.

"Sara," Jeff began contritely. "I'm really sorry about how I acted earlier and though I know it's late, I was kind of hoping that we could talk."

Though she was overjoyed with the fact that Jeff had turned up on her doorstep, Sara worked hard not to allow her elation to show. "Okay... So, talk."

"Do you think you could see your way clear to inviting me in?"

Cautioning herself not to become over optimistic, Sara flatly replied, "Sure, I guess I could do that."

Sitting across from one another as they had earlier, "Sara... Jeff, feeling as if he were on shaky ground and not wishing to upset Sara anymore than he already had, began uneasily. "I need to ask you a question."

"Go ahead. I'm listening."

"Look, I know what you said earlier about you and you're being a girl and all, but I guess what I'm still a little unclear about is: are you going to be happy remaining the woman you are now?"

Having already arrived at the decision to remain intrinsically female, Sara ceased the moment to test Jeff's resolve, "I guess that all depends you and what you want. I mean, I think I've already made it perfect clear what I want. So, as trite as it might sound, it would seem that the ball's in your court. I guess what it comes down to is this: do you want me to remain the way I am? Or, would you rather have your old buddy Bill back?"

"Hell, Sara! You know that I want you."

"Do you? I mean, are really sure about that? Or, are you just saying that because you think that's what I want to hear?"

Jeff was becoming desperate. "If you think that I'm just saying that because I think that's what you want to hear, then your wrong! Dead wrong! I love you, Sara! And I can't envision living my life without you in it! The problem I'm having with all this is that I don't want to wake up one morning after we're married to find Bill, instead of you, laying next to me in our bed!"

"Married... Our bed..." Sara face broaden into the warmth of a delighted smile. "Jeff, are you saying that you want to marry me?"

"Yes! Of course I want to marry you! I mean, I even went out and bought you an engagement ring! Truth is that I was all set to propose to you several weeks ago. But, as fate would have, Susan picked that week of all weeks to show up on my doorstep and the rest, as they say, is history. "

"Silly, I know all about the ring. Remember, I was standing right there next to you when you picked it out."

"That's right!" Jeff felt like a real fool. "You were, weren't you?"

"Yes..." Sara giggled. "And once we hash all this out, I think we need to see what the two of us can do to get it out the box it came in and onto this ring finger of mine. Now, if you think that that male ego of yours can handle it, I think it's high time you got your ass over here and give me great big hug. I mean, I don't know about you, but I know that I could sure use one right about now."

Jeff eagerly acceded to Sara's requested.

That hug of theirs quickly escalated into a kiss, a kiss that was driven by their impassioned needs. And that kiss lead to another, and another, and another one after that.

With moments, the two of them were on the floor, where Sara, in a frenzied effort on her part to hurry the proceedings along, blinked herself out of her clothes and, save for the heels which still adorned her feet, into the altogether of her birthday suit. Lending a hand, Sara soon had Jeff's manhood right where she wanted it. And where she wanted it was nestled snuggly up inside of her.

Their loving making was infused with a most uncustomary urgency, an urgency that was born out of the desperation of their carnal needs. Their lust for one another imposed a fear-pitched cadence to their love making, turning it in into the fast, furious and ferocious rutting sessions of primordial humanoids. Jeff, his body glisten with perspiration, savagely and rhythmically thrust his blood-engorged shaft into the sanctum sanctorum of Sara's womanhood as her body wantonly undulated in syncopated harmony beneath him. Conjointly, they raced helter-skelter towards the crescendo of their desires, which thanks to the magic that the heels had replicated within the weave of Sara's intrinsic nature; they experienced the thunderous and gushing flush of the highly touted simultaneously orgasms.

 

But their love making for the night did not end there. In fact it continued until the rosy blush of the dawn returned color to eastern horizon. After a brief pause, a pause in which they recouped their physical prowess, they began anew. However, on this second go-around, they approached their love making in their customary fashion. Taking their time, the two of them tenderly began to make the most of the physical intimacy that enveloped them.

 

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Sometime later, as they snuggled in the comfort of one another's loving embrace, Sara impishly purred, "So, what do you think? Do you think that you can handle loving a girl who used to be a guy?"

"Yeah," Jeff teasingly smirked. "I think I'll be able to handle that just fine, just as long as the guy you used to be doesn't turn up in our bed one night."

Returning tease for tease, Sara quipped, "As long as you remain attentive to my needs, I don't think you have a thing to worry about on that account..."

 

Chapter 24

 

On Sara's urgings, Jeff took the remainder of the week off. Though she managed to reschedule most of her appointments for both that Thursday and Friday, Sara did have to attend to a few of her clients. However, though he would have rather had her with him, Jeff made good use of the time that Sara was out and about to pack up what little his wife had left and cart it over to Sara's place.

Murphy's Law, being the overriding law of the universe, dictated that Jeff's legal paperwork got lost in the shuffle, postponing the issuing of his divorce decree for a good two months longer than it otherwise should have taken. Though it frustrated Sara and Jeff to no end, once Jeff was once again a free man, he wasted no time in making an honest woman out of Sara.

Their wedding was the stuff that little girls' dreams are made of and, when compared to others they had attend over the years, relatively cheap. Opting for a Friday evening service, they decided to hold their reception in the church hall located in the building next door to the church. Friends and family were drafted to provide covered dishes and various deserts and finger-foods. Beth, who also stood as Sara's very pregnant matron of honor, made the wedding cake.

Sara looked absolute radiant in a gown that she had winked up for herself. It was regally simplistic, yet it hugged Sara's torso in such a way that every man who watched her walk down the aisle could not help but envy Jeff for his good fortune. Jeff, for his part, was every bit the handsome groom.

Since nether one of them had ever been there, they decided to honeymoon in the Niagara Falls' area, spending half their week on the America side and the other half on the Canadian side. Sara absolutely love the Maid of the Mist experience, so much so that she cajoled Jeff into taking the boat ride several times over the course of their stay.

Two days after they returned home from their honeymoon, Beth went into labor and shortly after arriving at the hospital, gave birth to a baby girl. Sara, upon seeing that new niece of hers for the first time, promptly informed Jeff that while she wanted to wait a year or so, she wanted one of those for herself. Jeff, knowing that Sara would prove to be a fantastic mother, given how much she was already mothering him, did the prudent thing. He agreed, suggesting in so many words that he would not mind one of those himself.

 

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Though it was not something they talked about a lot, Sara was nevertheless keenly aware that Jeff was still having trouble reconciling the fact that the woman he loved more than life itself had once been a man. Needless to say, it bothered him quite a bit at first. However, as time went by, Jeff seemed to be far less bother by it then he had at first.

Sara herself was a major factor in helping Jeff deal with those ever so irksome qualms of his. Knowing that it would do no good for Jeff to see her as a man, Sara exercised great caution whenever the needs demanded that she function in the guise of her male alter ego. And since those occasions were almost always work related, Sara began to aggressively wean her clients off their totally asinine and unfounded notion that Bill could render them a better service than she could.

As the weeks turned into months, Bill's short-lived resurgences, rarely lasting longer than an hour here or an hour there, dwindled down to a point where they were practically nil.

Sometimes it's really ironic how things work out. Who would have ever thought that it would have been Jeff who made the suggestion that Sara turn herself back into Bill? But that is exactly what happened.

Jeff had taken on the project of adding an extensive, multi-level deck to back of their house. The problem was that he soon realized that he had bitten off more than he could chew. Jeff knew what he needed. He needed help. While Sara was more then willing to pitch in and lend her husband a hand, she lacked the physical strength and endurance to accomplish the more labor-intensified tasks that needed to be done.

Jeff did not just need help. What he needed was the help of another man. Sara, knowing fully well that she could be that man if she so desired, also knew that it was in her best interest to let sleeping dogs lay. Even though her husband was well of the fact that she had once been a man, Sara also knew that he did not need such a tangible reminder.

Looking glumly at sixteen six by six timbers that had been just been delivered and were piled in their front yard, the very same timbers that would have to somehow be lugged around to their backyard, Jeff, knowing he had no other recourse, asked, "Hey, Sara! As much as I hate to ask this you, do you think that Bill would be up to lending me a hand today?"

"Sure. Actually that's a good idea. But just remember, this evening, after we put him back in the barn where he belongs, I don't want you going all moody on me. Because if you do, I swear that this will be the first and last time I ever call on that bogus 'brother' of mine to pitch in and lend you a hand with anything."

Though it was strained at first, it was not long before their old comradely had reestablished itself. In fact, things worked out so well that Bill ended up giving Jeff a hand every weekend until the deck was a feat accompli. However, Bill's help did not come cheap. Sara charged her husband for her 'brother's' services. For each hour Bill spent helping Jeff with the deck, Sara charged her husband an hour of titty-tweak time, to be redeemed at a time of her choosing. As far as Jeff was concerned, he was getting the best of the bargain.

 

Chapter 25

 

Though neither one of them had been aware of it occurring, starting on their wedding night and triggered by the vows they had exchange earlier that evening, the magic that the heels had replicated in Sara had begun to replicate itself in Jeff as well. Owing to the fact that the replication process required a physical link in order to download its metaphysical machinations, with the primary link for the replication process being that which was established during the act of sexual intercourse, the trickle-down process took several months to complete. It also should be noted that since Sara was the donor, given the fact the magic's prime directive was to enrich Sara's life when and wherever possible, Jeff magic abilities would remain forever subservient to Sara's. Succinctly put, even though Jeff could wield the magical potential that resided within him once Sara had enable it, her preferences would always carry more weight than would her husband's. For instance, if Jeff wish to change himself into a reasonable facsimile of Jenny McCarthy, but Sara had something more in the line of a Victoria Silvstedt in mind, Jeff, whether he liked it or not, was going end up logging some time as Victoria Silvstedt's body-double.

The couple was nearing their first anniversary as man and wife when Jeff found himself suddenly and unexpectedly fitted out with a woman's body. As one might suspect, Sara was just as shocked and amazed as her husband was when the extraordinary event occurred.

The way it happened was like this. The two of them were in bed savoring the warm-fuzzes of post-orgasmic bliss when Jeff nuzzled Sara ear. "I don't know if you are aware of this or not, but there are times when I find myself really envious of you."

That statement roused Sara's curiosity, "How so?"

Feeling a little squeamish about voicing those closely guarded feelings of his, Jeff thought it best to prefaced his remarks. "Now, I want you to understand that I'm not saying that I don't enjoy sex, because I do. I really truly do. But though I do, I have to admit that there are times when I find that I'm envious of you. Now don't get me wrong. I think it's fantastic that you derive so much pleasure whenever we make love. However, though I do, I find that I'm also jealous of you." Aggravated at his inability to adequately articulate the way he was feeling, Jeff, in a surge of emotions, demonstratively vented his frustrations. "God, what I wouldn't give to be multi-orgasmic! I know how crazy it this has got to sound, but just once I'd love to experience what it's like to have a whole bunch of erogenous zones like you have!"

"Jeff," Sara tenderly interjected. "Let me hazard of guess here. I take it what your saying is that you wouldn't mind experiencing sex from the woman's point of view?"

"Yeah... I guess in a round about way that's what I'm saying. I mean, while there's no way I would want to be a woman on a full time bases the way that you have, I think it would be kind of neat to be able to change myself into a woman every now and again."

"Yeah..." Sara responded with the hint of a giggle infesting her voice. "Having been there myself once upon a time, I completely understand where you're coming from. Plus, while I really like feeling you up inside of me, I wouldn't be averse to a lesbian tryst with my hubby every once in awhile. I mean, that would certainly spice up our love life, not that I'm suggesting that our love life needs any spicing up. You know, because as far as I'm concerned, it's pretty fantastic as it is now."

Sara was by no means finished. "Hey, I have an idea! Why don't you give my heels a try? Now that you've got me thinking about it, I have to admit that I'm kind of curious to see what kind of woman they'll make out of you."

Glumly, Jeff muttered, "I have and they don't seem to want to work for me."

Intrigued by her husband's rather startling admission, Sara had to chuckle, "Oh, so you have given those bad boys of mine a try and they didn't work."

"No. In fact, they didn't even expand to fit my feet like they do for you."

"It figures!" Sara sarcastically quipped. "I'm mean, here you've got me curious to see just what kind of woman my heels would make out of you, only to find that my heels won't work for you like they do for me. I mean now that you've got me thinking about it, I have to say that that's a shame, because I'd loved to go down on you, you know as a girl. True, I might be a little rusty, but when it comes to the fine art of eating pussy, I was pretty damn good at it, even if I do say so myself. I just wish I had the opportunity to make you squeal and squirm the same way you do me. I'll bet that if I had the chance, I could turn you into first class pillow-eater..."

Unbeknownst to Sara, she had said the magic word, 'wish'. By saying it, she had done her part in enabling the magic potential that resided in her husband. All that was needed was for Jeff to complete his part the activation process.

"Yeah... I'll just bet you would. In fact, you'd probably get a real kick out turning the tables on me. I just wish it were possible for me to become your lesbian lover." Though Jeff had failed to take note of it, as he uttered the word 'wish', her voice had undergone a significantly change. Where it had once been a man's voice, it had softened into a silky contra-alto, a contra-alto that fairly oozed with an eager sense of feminine sensuality. "I'll granted, I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life as a woman, but I think it would be really neat to be able to change myself into one, you know, like every once in a while..."

Although Jeff had failed to take note of the fact that her voice had transmuted into the come-hither voice of a vibrant and sexy young woman's, Sara had. Gingerly, so as to not draw any attention to what she was about, Sara snaked her right hand down between the press of their bodies, its final destination being none other than the multiple lip-folds that creased her husband's femininely reconstitute crotch. With her middle finger poised to gain easy entry, Sara lowered her lips to the teat that surmounted her husband's ample left breast.

"Oh, my God, Sara!" felling her wife's tongue swirl about the areola encircling her left teat, Jeff gasped, still unaware that her voice was clearly that of a woman's. "That feels wonderful! I don't know what you're doing different, but whatever it is, it feels great!" Sara, who was wondering when her husband would come to the realization that she wasn't a man anymore, seized the moment to up the ante. Without alerting Jeff as to what she was about, Sara managed to circumspectly insert the middle finger of her right hand in between the multiple-lip folds of her husband's vagina. Then, so position, she began to draw it slowly forward, endeavoring to locate the elusive nub of Jeff's clitoral protrusion on the first swipe.

As Sara fingertip graced the conical cap of her husband's clit, Jeff's whole body bucked and squirmed as jolts after jolt of unimaginable pleasure cavorted about her being.

"Sara!" Jeff breathlessly clamored. "What in the hell was that? What the hell are doing to me? Why does everything you're doing feel so different?"

Lifting her lips up and off of her husband's femininely enhanced mammary Sara impishly teased. "Well, while I can't be absolutely sure about this, my guess would be that you're being a girl right now probably has something to do with it."

"A girl!" Jeff, jerking her torso upright, shrieked for all she was worth. "Sara, did I hear you correctly? Did you just say that I'm a girl?"

"Well, given the fact that you have a vagina, and from the feel of 'em, a rather ample set of breasts, I'd say that that's a pretty safe assumption on my part."

Having plunged one hand into her groin, while using the other to examine her chest, only to find that her wife's assertion were indeed correct, Jeff frantically exclaimed as she scampered from the bed, "Holy shit! I really am a girl, aren't I? What the hell's going on here? How's this possible?"

Giggling for all she was worth, Sara managed, "My guess would be magic."

Jeff dashed about their bedroom, turning on lights and then stepping in front of his wife's stand-alone oval dressing mirror. "Oh, my God! I'm beautiful!"

Coming up to stand directly behind the drop-dead gorgeous brunette that her husband had become, Sara gleefully concurred with Jeff's self-assessment. "Yes, dear. You are beautiful." Then, even as her breast flattened out, pressed as they were hard up against her husband's shoulder blades, Sara reached around and with her left hand and began to fondle and caress Jeff's left breast, while her right hand began to do likewise with her husband's new pussy. "In fact, I happened to think that you look good enough to eat. So, while I hate to breaking up this narcissist lovefest that you seem to engaged in with yourself, how about letting me entice you back into bed so that I can show you how all these new gadgets of yours work..."

 

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Some while later, as Jeff basked in the blissful contemplation of post-orgasmic splendor, Sara, in an effort to assuage her curiosity, felt compelled to ask, "So, was it as good as you thought it would be?"

"No..." Jeff dreamily purred. "It was a hundred times better." Then, after a pregnant moment of silent introspection, Jeff continued on to add, "You know, Sara, for a woman, you probably would have made a great guy."

Sara, with a chuckle, teased right back. "Oh, I would have, would I? And just would make you say something like that?"

"Well, for starters, there's that talent tongue of yours..."

"Oh! So, I take it that you liked having that pussy of yours eaten out?"

"Oh, yes..." Jeff laconically replied as she took a moment to once again savor the resent memory of how wonderful it had felt when Sara's every so talented tongue swirled and twirled about the elusive prominence of that phenomenal new clit of hers.

"Well, I'm certainly glad to hear that you enjoyed yourself, young lady, because these services of mine don't come cheap. In other words, I expected to be adequately reimbursed, lick for lick, and tongue swirl for tongue swirl." Sara could not pass up the chance to have a little fun at her husband's expense. "Oh, and I also hope you were paying attention and learned something from the experience, because I know that I sure enough did."

It was Jeff's turn to be curious. Brushing a stain of that chestnut hair out of her face, Sara's husband quizzically inquired, "And just what, might I ask, did you learn?"

"That you're more of a pillow eater than I am."

Feigning offense, Jeff demurely pouted, "I am not!"

"You are too..."

 

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That half-hearted argument of theirs escalated in to a rock 'em sock 'em pillow fight, that in turn deteriorated in a no holds bar tickle-fest when Sara, from a kneeling position at the foot of their bed, lunged for her husband and dragged the well endowed brunette down upon the bed beside her. However, what had started out as a tickle feast soon became something else altogether. Before either of the two 'girls' knew what was happening, Jeff had her hand on Sara's pussy and while Sara became aware of the fact that she had begun to aggressively employ her the middle finger of her right hand to finagling around inside of her husband's love-juice slick hiddy-hole.

All of a sudden, Jeff, using an impassioned kiss to gain the advantage, rolled Sara to her back. Having done so, Jeff repositioned herself, moving those sublimely sculptured lower extremities of hers into the inviting splay of her wife's legs. A second or so later, Sara felt herself penetrated, but not by her husband effeminate finger, but rather by that blood engorged manly shaft of his.

"Jeff!" a thoroughly discombobulated Sara managed to whimper in disbelief. "You're a man again!"

"Yeah..." he grunted. "Kind of neat, isn't it?"

Though she had reached a point where she couldn't find the wherewithal within herself to formulate a reply, Sara concurred. It was kind of neat at that. In fact, as far as Sara was concerned, she had the best of both worlds.

 

Chapter 26

 

As tempted as Sara was to return the favor the next time she and her husband engaged in one of their lesbian based tete-a-tete by turning herself back into Bill and giving Little Miss Jennifer the proper reaming out she most assuredly deserve, Sara thought better of it. Sara knew only to well that her husband had a real phobia about such things and that while turnabout was fair play, it would not do for her to press her luck. Their life together was by far to good for her to run the risk of screwing things up. And it was pretty much a given that were Sara to do something of that nature, her husband would not take it at all well. Sometimes, Sara knew, it was best to let sleeping dogs lay.

Much as his wife had when she had first come into possession of those magical high heels, Jeff, enticed by the erotic novelty of it all, began spending a fair portion of his time at home as Jennifer. Sara, who had never lost her attraction for women, encouraged Jeff to do so, suggesting in so many words that it would do her husband a lot of good to get a feel for what it was like to experience life on the feminine side of things. But, Sara also had an ulterior motive. As good a lover as Jeff was, Sara knew that there was always room for improvement and that a little hands-on experience as a woman would only serve to improve their sex life. Sure enough, Sara hunch had been right on target. Jeff's bedroom techniques, while not to shabby to begin with, began to improve by leaps and bounds.

As Sara had expected, Jeff proved to be just as reluctant as she had been initially when it came to venturing out of the house as a woman. However, after a lot of coaxing and cajoling, not to mention a few well placed threats that bordered on out right blackmail, Sara finally manage to coerce Jennifer into going food shopping with her. Gradually, employing various methods of persuasion, Sara eventually got her husband to the point where it did not bother Jennifer to function out in the real world as a member of the opposite sex. Truth was, Jennifer, sheepishly admitting the fact that she got an extemporaneous thrill out of being a dick-teaser, began to enjoy flaunting those feminine wares of hers as much as Sara did.

Eventually, as the exhilarating novelty of spending time as a woman began to subside, Jeff cut back on his Jennifer-time, electing to spend only a couple nights a week and an occasional weekend functioning as a female. However, though he did, Sara sometimes enjoyed pulling the proverbial rug out from under him by triggering a sexual role reversal on her husband when he least expected it. For instance, just before their friends began to arrive for a Superbowl Party they were hosting, Sara, who was a little miffed at Jeff for not helping her to get ready for the party as he promised her he would, decided that she would teach him a lesson. Even though Sara hated lying to their friends, she made an exception in that particular instance. To cover Jeff absence, she informed everyone upon their arrival that her husband had been called into work to handle an emergency situation that had cropped up. As for Jeff, though it galled him to no end, he spent the entire evening femmed out to the max, prancing around their family room trussed up it the abbreviated and ever so alluring costume of a saucy French maid.

 

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About six months after Jeff discovered that he had somehow gained the ability to change his sex at will, while he was taking a dump one day at work, his curiosity got the best of him and tried a little experiment. He wanted to see if he could selective change his male genitalia into that of his female alter ego's without causing the rest of his body to undergo any change whatsoever. Jeff was delighted to find that he could, because if he could, there was no doubt that Sara could do so as well. And that gave Jeff hope.

Though Jeff, as Jennifer, absolute loved being the recipient of the selfless act of cunnilingus, he found himself becoming increasingly curious to know what it would be like for him to function as a female during the act of intercourse. However, as curious as he was to find out what it was like, he knew that his phobia would prevent him from allowing Sara, in Bill motif, to share the same bed with him, much less enter him. As crazy as it was, Jeff found that as time went on, starting with the construction of the deck, he could handle being around wife's male persona just fine. However, it gave Jeff the willies just being in the same bedroom with Sara when Sara was in her male persona, even when the two of them were fully dressed. Be Jeff male of female, their was just something about the intimacy of their bedroom that unnerved him to no end.

Jeff could not wait to get home and show Sara how he could selective re-polarization of his genitalia. As soon as he walked in the front door of their house, he checked with Sara to make ensure that the two of them were alone in the house. Then, having done that, he unbuckled his pants and proceeded on to exposed himself right there in their living room.

Startled, and not sure exactly how to react, Sara exclaimed, "Oh, my God, Jeff! You've got a vagina!"

"Yeah! Isn't it great?"

Sara, afraid that something had gone terrible wrong with her husband magic, demanded an explanation. Jeff, changing his vagina back into a full set of male genitalia, gave his wife a quick rundown of what had happened. Then, with the caution that he really didn't want to see it, he asked Sara to give it a try. Sara, though she was not sure as to why her husband wanted her to do so, complied with request.

"So?" Jeff prompted."

Sara, already aware as to what she would find, nevertheless reached up under and under the skirt she was wearing. "Okay..." There was a degree of uncertainty conveyed in her voice. "Though I'm feeling them through the pantyhose I'm wearing, I'd have to say that everything seems to there. Two balls, one penis. The whole male package, so to speak. Want to see?"

"No!" Jeff was emphatic. That was the last thing Jeff wanted to see.

"You don't mind if I put everything back the way it's supposed to be?"

"Sure! Go ahead. By all means, be my guest..."

"Okay, Jeff. What was that all about?"

Jeff told her.

That evening, the two of them went up to bed a little earlier than was their norm. As they often did, they kicked of their loving making session with Jeff making love to Sara in a normal heterosexual manner. Having done that, Jeff changed into Jennifer, whereupon Sara, using the tweak, twiddle and lick method of inducing sexual arousal took the initiative and worked her husband into the frenzied ecstasy that culminated in the rapture of multi-orgasmic release. Upon recovering, Jennifer returned the favor, tweak for tweak, twiddle for twiddle, and lick for lick.

"Jen," Sara, having once again worked her husband into a state of full-blown sexual arousal, tenderly queried. "Are you sure you want try this? I mean, it's all right with me if you don't."

"Yes!" Jennifer gasped as Sara's finger continued to flitter so provocatively about her husband's clit. "I just don't want to either see it or touch it. All right?"

"Sure, Jen." Sara said as she repositioned herself, so that her tits hovered just above the tits surmounting the ample and conical mounds of her husband's magnificent breast. "I think we can mange that just fine. Just remember, if you get the sudden urge to reach down and finger my clit, don't. It's no longer there and you don't want to inadvertently touch what is there. So, do yourself a favor. Keep your hands clear. Better yet! After I enter you, which, for your information, I'm just about to do, why don't you just put your arms around me?"

"Holy shit!" Jen, who was feeling really squeamish about the whole thing, squealed as she felt the head of her wife's penis pass between the multiple lip-folds of her vagina. "It feels so big! What'ya do, super-size it?"

Sara had to laugh as she inserted her penis just a smidgen farther into the well of Jennifer's pussy. "You know something, sweetums! If I still had a male ego, that remark of your might have stroked it. As it is, it only struck me as being funny. And, speaking from experience, the last thing you want to do right now is to get me laughing. You know as well as I do that laughter is the fastest way to kill a hard-on. Oh, and for your information, Jen, I'll have you know that my dick is the same size that it always been. That means it's roughly the same size as yours. So, if you can fit the ugly gnarled 'thing' of yours into me without any problems, it's a cinch that your have no problem at all handling mine." At that, tired of pussyfooting around and without any warning as to what she was about, Sara plunged that blood engorged member of hers deep into the love-juice slick well of her husband' vaginal canal and began humping her husband for all she was worth.

 

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"So..." Sara prompted. "What'ya think?"

"Well..." Jennifer pondered her wife's question before offering up an answer. "To say the least, it was different."

"Is that different in a good way or bad way?"

"Actually, once I got passed the icky idea that actually had a man's penis shoved up inside me, it felt pretty good."

"So, in your opinion, what's better? Clitoral orgasms or vaginal orgasms?"

"That a no-brainer! Even though I've only had just one vaginal orgasm, I'd have to say that clitoral orgasms are better by far."

Sara was in full agreement with her husband.

 

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"Sara!" About three in the morning an anxious and highly agitated Jennifer endeavored to rouse her wife.

More asleep than awake, Sara groggily managed, "What's wrong, Jen? What's seems to be the problem?"

"We didn't use any protection tonight!"

"Yeah... So..."

"So, I could end up pregnant!" Jennifer dismally exclaimed.

"Hmmm... I hadn't thought of that either. But, now that you mention it, I don't think you have a thing to worry about."

"You don't?" there was a glimmer of hopefulness in Jennifer's voice.

"No, I don't."

Feeling the need for a lot more reassurance than that, Jennifer felt compelled to ask, "And why's that?"

"Because, Jen, while you have a woman's body, you're not really a woman. Basically, what you are is a man with a woman's body and I don't think there's a snowball's chance in hell that your magic will let you get pregnant as it stands now. However, if you would one day decided that you'd rather be a woman, you know, body mind and soul, then I'd say that you'd have something to worry about."

"So, you think I'm safe then?"

"Yes. I mean, you never had a period, right? So, we know that you're not menstruating."

"That's true."

"Tell me, Jen, by any chance have you started to develop a maternal instinct?"

"No... I don't think so."

"Trust me, you would know it if you had."

 

Epilogue

 

Once the initial novelty of getting screwed by his wife subsided, though they did it every now and again as rather unique change of pace, it was not their first choice when it came to the various loving making techniques they generally employed.

There were three reasons why that was the case. The first of those was that when it came to preferences, they both preferred clitoral induced orgasms over vaginal induced ones. Added to that was the mess that resulted on those nights with both of them leaking semen all over the place, owing to the fact that neither one of them enjoyed sleeping in a wet spot. While seesawing sexual intercourse might double the fun, it also doubled the amount of vaginal discharge that resulted. And last but least was Jeff's phobia to being in close proximity to another man's penis, regardless of the fact the penis in question was none other than his wife's. While Jennifer rather enjoying feeling Sara's manly shaft nestled snugly up inside her, her strong held aversion to either touch it or seeing it remained firmly in place.

One night, several months after the amazing discovery that allowed Sara the wherewithal to hump her husband, something happened that would change their lives forever.

Feeling a little frisky, not to mention more than a tad bit kinky, Jennifer asked her wife if she would do her favor and fuck her brains out. Sara, felling a little frisky, was more then happy to oblige. The problem was, try as she might to change her pussy into a penis, she couldn't do it. Her pussy would not change. Her magic didn't work.

"Sara, what's seem to be the hold up? Why haven't you entered me?"

"The reason I haven't enter you is because I haven't got anything to enter you with!"

Aware that Sara was locked into her feminine form by a period, Jeff just assumed that was the problem. Sara however, soon dispelled him of that notion. She none to politely informed Jennifer that her period wasn't due until the following week. That caused Jennifer to make the suggestion that she try a few experiments.

Sara did, only to find that while she could alter her looks as she always had, try as she might, she unable to change herself into Bill. That is to say that she quickly realized that she was locked into a female form.

Though the implications of what that all meant alluded her at first, Sara finally hit upon a logical explanation as to why she could not change her body's sexual affiliation.

"Jen," the panic was gone from Sara's voice. "Do me a favor. Change yourself back into Jeff."

Unsure as to why her wife had made the request, Jennifer changed back into Jeff. "Okay, Sara..." Jeff quizzically intoned. "What's up? Why did you want me to change back?"

"Well..." Sara began coyly. "I think I know what's going on here and I'd much rather share the news with my husband rather than my lesbian lover-girl."

"Okay. I all ears."

"Jeff, I think you're going to be a father..."

 

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