In My Life

by Jennifer White

 

I looked out the window, and saw the children running through the park. Oh to be young again! How foolish I had been when I was a boy. How much time I had wasted! When I was a child, I wanted to be an adult, because of all the things they got to do. They got to drive cars. They got to stay up late. I wanted to be older!

When I was a teen, I envied adults. They got to drink. Nobody told them what to do all the time, like they did to a teen. I couldn't wait for the time to go by, but it seemed to be so agonizingly slow! I hated school, even though I did well in it. I just wanted to get through this awful time of my life.

It was the same in college: being a young adult wasn't good enough for me. I wanted what the grown-ups had. I couldn't afford a good car or a nice house. I wanted to be older, so I could have a good job, and get all the things I wished for. I felt like time was so slow, and I hated it.

My middle years had flown by. One day I was out of college, and it seemed like a snap of the fingers before I had turned 45. I was married, three children, owned a house and a sports car. But I envied the older workers at my job; they had the good positions, and earned the big bucks. I wanted to be like them.

I worked hard, and over time, worked my way up the corporate ladder. I retired as an executive, and now I had all the money and power I had always dreamed of. I had a collection of cars. I had a big house. But there was a problem: I had become old and frail.

I couldn't play sports anymore, at least not the ones I loved. I was limited to golf (which I hated). I couldn't run anymore. I had dumped my first wife, and picked up a young thing, a model. My trophy wife. But my body was failing me, and I couldn't get aroused enough anymore to make love anymore. I had everything, yet I felt like I had nothing, because I was too old!

How ironic that I now had the very thing I had always desired, yet now I was looking back on my life, and realizing that the best time wasn't now; it was back in highschool. I didn't have responsibilities back then. I had all my hair. I had a healthy appetite for girls, and I could do it three times a day (not that I could find three girls in one day, but you understand!). Ah, to be young again.

"I wish I was young" I said out loud, as I watched one young man walking hand-in-hand with his girl.

"You can be" said a voice.

I turned around, shocked. I was alone! Who was here with me? I was stunned to see a beautiful young woman there in the room with me.

"Who are you? How did you get in without setting off the alarm?
"Magic" she said.

 

I looked at her with a skeptical eye. Magic wasn't real!

 

"I can give you your wish" she said.

"Oh really?" I replied, wondering what scam she was trying to pull.

 

"I can see you don't believe" she told me. "Let me prove it to you."

 

She walked up to me. Then she looked up, and held her arms over her head. She mumbled something I couldn't understand, then she pointed at me, right between my legs. Suddenly, my pants felt tight. A feeling I hadn't had in years. I was hard! I was hard!!!!

 

"I see how attracted to me you are" she said.

"How is this possible?" I asked.

"Magic!!" she replied.

 

Now I believed her.

 

"You can make me young again!" I said.

"Yes" she replied.

"I want to be 20. No, 18. A senior in high school."

"I can make that happen" she said, nodding.

 

I touched myself between my legs, savoring the feeling of being hard again. I hadn't had this in years. I didn't care that she was looking at me. I was even more excited when she reached down with her hand, and grabbed me between my legs!

"If I give you what you want" she said, as she roughly stroked me, "you give me what I want."

"And what is that?" I managed to say, as she had me on the verge of climaxing in my own pants.

"Money" she replied. "Magic, for money. On the table is a contract. Sign it. I will get your entire estate, except for a few hundred thousand for your current wife. It will all be mine. And you will become young again."

 

What did I care about money now? This was what I wanted! What I *needed*. I reached over with a shaky hand, and signed the document.

 

"Very good" she said. "Now you own nothing in the world. I own all of your assets. Are you ready to go back to school?"

"Oh yes!" I said.

 

This was going to be so perfect. With all the things I now knew of the world, and being young again, I could have everything! School would be a snap, since I knew it all, already. College would be a breeze. Knowing how office politics worked, I'd zoom to the top.

And I knew how to attract women, and what they really liked. I'd have all the girls I could ever want, and now I'd be able to make love to them. This was going to be the best day of my life!

 

"I'm ready" I said, as she continued to stroke me.

 

"I've already cast the spell" she said. "All you need to do is to climax. At the moment you come, your whole world will change. You'll be a highschool student again. Of course, you'll be in a different town, and you'll be someone else. I can't make time go backwards you know. But you will jump into someone else's life."

 

I heard her words, but I was trying so hard to climax, so I could leave this old broken down body! I stared at her generous breasts, and that helped. As her hand pulled on me, I got more and more aroused. I felt myself about to explode. I tried again to push myself, and suddenly, I was able to make myself release the warm surge into my boxers. My eyes closed, as I felt a pleasure I hadn't been able to receive in years.

I was engulfed in the biggest orgasm I had ever felt in my life! I gasped for breath.

 

I heard a loud clang, and my eyes opened up. I was staring at a locker door, my hand spinning a combination lock closed. I was back in school! It had worked! I was young again!

 

I felt so different. I felt so limber. All my stiffness and back pain were gone. I wasn't stooped over anymore, I was standing up straight. I felt so different, so weird. I was wearing a sweater, not a suit and tie. Everything smelled different. I was a little disoriented, to say the least!

 

My eyes caught sight of my hand as I released the combination lock I was holding. My hands looked so small, my wrists so thin. I shuddered though, when I noticed my fingernails. They were bright red.

 

I looked down at my sweater. There was a big letter "K" on it, in red. The K stood out, because of the large mounds on my chest, beneath the sweater. Oh no!

 

My eyes wandered further down. I was wearing a pleated skirt! It was white, with red. It cut off so high up on my legs, that I felt naked. My legs below it were smooth. No hair. Just long, smooth legs. My shoes matched my outfit. And I had ankle length socks on, with red trim. A perfectly matched outfit. For a girl.

 

A shiver ran up and down my spine. I was wearing a cheerleader's uniform. I had boobs. I had smooth legs. I was wearing a skirt.

 

I was you again, and back in school. But I was a girl! No!!!! How could this be happening to me?

 

 

I looked up, and noticed that there was a boy towering over me. I felt so short! I had been well over six feet tall when I was in school. Now I was small! This boy had one hand on the locker next to mine, and he was leaning towards me. I felt trapped. I felt in a total panic.

"Good" he said, in the cracking voice of a boy going through puberty. "I'll pick you up at 7:30 then."

He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and I must have blushed as bright red as the trim on my sweater. He patted me on the butt as he walked away. I wanted to die. I was a girl. And a boy had just kissed me. No! This was the worst thing in the world! I didn't want to be a girl!

I turned back towards my locker, and I touched myself between the legs. There was nothing there. Nothing! I couldn't get hard, if I didn't have a penis anymore! I was so aware of the feeling of my inner arms, as they were touching the big boobs on my chest. I could feel my skirt swish and sway with each of my movements. I didn't know what to do! How could I be a girl?

"Lisa, there you are" said a girl's voice.

I turned to see that a cheerleader was talking to me.

"Come on!" she said. "You'll be late for practice! This is our last one before the first game. Coach will be mad if we're late!"

Lisa? My name was Lisa? That was a *girl's* name. Not mine! How could this be real? I was in such a daze, that I followed the girl down the hall. I didn't know what I was doing! I wanted to yell for help! But I was completely powerless. There was nothing I could do. I had to get back to my old self. But how?

"Hi, Katie" said a boy to her.

She ignored him, and walked past. So her name was Katie. She had just snubbed that boy, the way that cheerleaders often did to unpopular guys. I had been on the receiving end of that myself, when I was a schoolboy. But now I was the cheerleader. A *schoolgirl*. And this was just terrible! I felt like it kept getting worse and worse. I wanted to be young again, but I didn't want to be female!

We got to the gym, and there were a dozen other perky cheerleaders gathered there. Everyone seemed to be talking at once, and I felt completely overwhelmed. A woman came up to us, and started talking. She was organizing things, and telling us what routines we were about to practice.

I didn't know the words to the cheers! I didn't know the moves! I'd look foolish and out of place. I had to think of something quick! I had an idea, and acted on it, right away. I took a step forward, and pretended to trip over Katie's foot. I went down in a pile, and grabbed my knee.

"My knee!" I cried. "It hurts!"

You can't understand how awful it was to say this, and hear this perky female voice coming out of my mouth! My smooth baritone was gone. Now my voice was a soprano. I hated this! Everything I did kept reminding me that I was in a girl's body now!

Everyone fell for my routine. The coach had me sit down, and she examined my knee.

"Does it hurt when I do this?" she asked.

"Yes!" I said, wincing.

"You've got a sprain Lisa. I'm afraid I can't let you practice with us today."

"Would it be okay if I sat over there to watch? I would hate to just leave" I replied.

"Now see girls?" she said. "That is spirit! Lisa is too hurt to go on, but she still wants to be with you, and watch the practice. That's the kind of attitude we want here!"

"Yah!!!!" said all the perky girls, as I was helped over to the bleachers, where I could watch.

I watched them as they started their cheers. I saw how complex the routine was. I could never do that! I wished with all my heart that I could go back to being myself! But I was stuck here, in a girl's body, in a life I knew nothing about. I watched the girl's hard bodies, as they bounced around, jumped, did the splits, and waved their pompoms. I loved female bodies like theirs! But I didn't want to be in one myself!

I watched Katie's boobs jiggle, as she jumped around. I thought about how much I loved women's breasts. They were so beautiful, such a work of art! I had loved to fondle them, touch them, and even to suck on the nipples to arouse my woman. And now, much to my horror, I had a pair on *my* chest!

I had this feeling that I can only describe as morbid curiosity. I wanted to see my boobs. I wondered about them. They were large, but were they the wide flat kind? Or pointy? Did I have a big wide areola at the end of each breast, or were mine smaller? Did I have big nipples, or little? I wanted to see them, yet I didn't.

Now one of the girls did the splits, and that made me think about what she had between her legs. I just loved pussy! I loved how a pussy looked, how it smelled, even how it tasted. It had always turned me on so much! But now *I* had one too, which was completely revolting and disgusting to me!

But in the same was as with the boobs, I had this terrible sensation of wanting to see my pussy. I wondered if I was all hairy down there, or all shaved? Did I have just a little bit of neatly trimmed hair down there, or was it all shaved off? I thought about women I had with all different kinds of hair down there, and I couldn't help but to wonder what I looked like.

I guess the type that excited me the most was when a woman had just a bit of hair, but neatly trimmed into a rectangle or even a triangle. The thought crossed my mind that if I was all hairy, I'd shave myself tonight. Or if I had no hair, I'd let it grow out, so I could be as attractive as possible.

But then I felt sick to my stomach when I realized that I had just been thinking of how I could make myself look better to a guy! That was the very last thing in the world that I wanted to do! I didn't want to be with a guy! I wanted to be with a girl! I wondered if any of the cheerleaders "went the other way", and if it would be possible for me to seduce one of them. Then I could have a girlfriend, instead of a boyfriend! Of course, this was just my first day as a girl, and I hadn't yet learned the power of female hormones, and what they were doing to me.

All these thoughts of a relationship also made me think of something else: if I had a pussy now, that meant if I made love, I'd experience a *female* orgasm. I had made love to countless women in my life, and I was very well aware of how it felt to come as a man. I had been on top so many times, watching the woman below me, as she became overwhelmed with pleasure. I had made women come twice, three times, or more.

Now the thought entered my mind: how did it feel for them? I had never really thought about it previously. But now *I* had a pussy, and I could easily find out. I could have a female orgasm. In a way, it scared me half to death to even think that, and to acknowledge that I really had a pussy between my legs. But part of me had that same morbid curiosity, and that part of me really wanted to know how it would feel!

I watched as the coach yelled out instructions. She was clearly upset at how poorly the squad was performing. As I listened, I learned that I was the leader, and without me, they weren't doing so well. Great. Now I'd be expected to *lead* them, and I didn't even know what I was doing!

I was in a total daze, as Katie came to me after practice, so she could drive me home. My purse was in her car. My purse! I felt totally weird as I put it over my shoulder, and walked into an unfamiliar house, which I guessed was mine.

"How is my little angel?" said a pretty woman, who I guessed had to be my new mother.

"Just fine" I said, still hating the *female* sound of the voice coming out of me.

"How was school today?"

"Same as usual" I said, as I tried to figure out which bedroom was mine. I got lucky; the first one I opened was clearly a girl's room, based on the decor and the posters on the wall. A pair of pompoms in the corner told me that a cheerleader kept her things in that room. Now I was a cheerleader, so this one had to be mine. I shuddered.

"Dinner will be ready soon" sang out my 'mother'.

"Okay" I called back, as I closed and locked the door.

Now you have to understand; up to this point, I still hadn't seen myself yet! So the first thing I did was to go over to the mirror. Staring back at me was this pretty young thing. A gorgeous cheerleader, with long dark hair. I couldn't believe that I was wearing makeup, or that my ears were pierced. How could this beautiful girl be me?

I saw the reflection of my big boobs, and I put my hands over them. They were so large and full! Just like I loved to see on a woman. But they were on me! Now I had that awful curiosity growing in me again. I just had to see them. I started to remove my cheerleader outfit.

First I pulled down my skirt. I was surprised to find that it had built-in shorts, so that even if I lifted it up all the way, you'd never see what kind of panties I had on beneath. I had never known that before. But I was too much in a daze, as I saw how I was wearing white cotton panties, and they were laying *flat* against me. I let it fall to the floor, then I carefully pulled my sweater over my head.

I let the sweater fall to the floor, as I stared at the image in the mirror. A pretty girl, wearing only panties and a bra. It was one of those bras like girls at the gym wore. I reached behind to undo it, so that I could finally see what my boobs looked like, but as much as I fumbled around, I couldn't find where it fastened.

Frustrated, I just pulled it off of me, over the top. Later, I would realize that sports bras didn't close in back like normal bras. They were made differently to give you proper support while playing sports. But that was too far out of my mind, because now, I was staring at my own perfect pair of boobs.

Me! I had big ones! They were full and firm. Slightly up-pointed, with big nipples, and large dark areloas. I would have been *so* aroused by them, if I was still in *my* body. But I was in a girl's body now, and these boobs were mine! It was so mind-blowing. I gently touched them, and shivered from how it felt. They were more sensitive than I would have ever guessed. I cupped them in my hands, and just gaped at myself in the mirror.

In the mirror, there was a pretty girl, wearing only panties, cupping her boobs. I knew what I needed to do now. I reached down, and felt my boobs sag down just a bit as I let them go. I reached down, and pulled off the white cotton panties I had on. Now I could see myself down there. I had a small, perfectly shaved rectangle of hair there, just like I loved.

Seeing the naked girl in the mirror, I wanted to do her. But I *was* her! She was me! I so much regretted my deal now. I had been tricked into this! I wanted to be a young man, not a young woman! I had to get out of this body! I could stand my smooth soft skin! I couldn't handle the fact that my manhood was gone, and I had a pussy now! I had curves for crying out loud! I didn't want to be a girl!

"Honey, supper is ready" called out my new mother.

"Coming!" I said.

I had to get dressed for dinner. What should I do? I turned around, and noticed that an outfit was hanging on the closet door, all set up to wear. I guess that 'I' had picked out an outfit already. I went to put it on.

First, there was a black satin bra, which I hurriedly put on. As much as I hated how I looked in a bra, it was somehow worse to see my bare boobs! I fumbled around with my arms behind me, trying to get the stupid thing in place. And I thought they were hard to take *off* a girl!

Finally, I got it. I pulled on the matching pair of panties on the doorknob. Then I grabbed the hanger. There was a pair of pantyhose, which I pulled on next. I felt *awful* in them, the way they made my legs look even sexier. I quickly pulled on the skirt to cover them up, but that just made me look even more attractive.

There was a black top, kind of like a tank top. I pulled it on, and it seemed to make my boobs look even bigger. I guess that the sports bra had kind of squished them down, but this underwire bra I had on now even enhanced my bust, making my chest even more sexy than it was. I almost wanted to cry when I saw myself in the mirror.

I stepped into the shoes that were laid out, and took a few tentative steps as I adjusted to having a bit of heel. I opened up the door, and went into the kitchen for dinner. I was so upset that I could barely eat, as 'mother' talked and talked about her day, and all sorts of things I didn't care the least about.

"Come on little angel, you need to eat. I know you think you're too heavy, but you're just fine. I love you so much."

Heavy? Me? I felt wafer thin! I felt so tiny and fragile! How could Lisa have thought she was too heavy? I didn't get it at all. I thought this body was perfect (for a girl that is). I never did understand women when they got so sensitive about things like this. And believe me, I wasn't too happy to be learning about it this way!

I finally got up from the table, and started towards my room. But I had this terrible feeling in my gut, like I had been punched, when the doorbell rang. I had forgotten: the boy Tom had said he'd pick me up! A boy was here to pick me up for a date! I felt like I was going to throw up the little food I had just eaten. 'Mom' opened the door, and he caught a glimpse of me, as I hurried away.

My mind was in a complete panic now. What could I do? What could I do? I couldn't pretend to be sick, and send him away. He had just seen me, and who knew if 'mom' would lie for me? I couldn't think of anything to do. I was trapped, having to go out on a date with him!

"You silly thing" said mom. "You're so goo-goo eyed over that boy that you forgot your purse".

She handed me the little black purse, which I put over my shoulder. I didn't know what was worse now; the fact that I was about to go on the date, or the fact that 'mom' thought I was crazy about that boy! I walked with him in silence to his car. Inside, he leaned over, and tried to kiss me.

"Not now!" I said, giving him the brush-off. I wasn't about to let him kiss me! No way.

He was staring at me. Or should I say at my boobs. Not that I would blame him. I had just been doing the same thing myself. If I was a guy, and I saw a girl like me, I'd be gaping too.

But it really made me uncomfortable to see how his pants got tighter, and started to 'tent pole' in front. I didn't at all like the idea that my body was arousing a guy. But again, I just could not blame him. If I still had the right gear between my legs, I'd be hard as a rock, seeing myself like this. Still, it was not easy for me to accept the fact that I was female now, and that males were attracted to me! I wanted nothing to do with them!

He saw that I caught him staring, and he turned away, blushing. I thought about how he was so young and inexperienced! A man who knows what he is doing could use such a situation to shower his girlfriend with compliments, make her feel good about herself, and make her *want* him. But he just blushed.

It was then that it really sunk in to me how even in a girl's body, I had so much more experience than anyone else "my age". I could use this somehow. I could manipulate him for example. I decided to put on a show. I smiled and licked my lips. Then I crossed my legs seductively, exaggerating the motion as I smoothed out my skirt. Then I ran my hands over my boobs.

"So, you like what you see, don't you?" I asked.

"Oh, um...uh.... yes" he said, stammering.

"Good" I said. "Then take me to a movie. I want something to divert my attention for a while."

"Sure!" he said, starting the car and driving off.

Wow. In just a few seconds, I had him eating out of the palm of my hand. By the locker, he had seemed so cool and in control. Now he was like a little puppy, doing what I wanted.

Yes, I would need to learn how to use this. But it was too hard to think, being trapped in a body like this! How can you think when your manhood is gone, and now you're a chick?

 

* * *

 

The date was interesting, to say the least. I was able to use my feminine beauty (ugh!!) to manipulate Tom, and make him do what I wanted. Of course, I quickly learned that if I made him think I was completely unavailable, that he would give up too quickly. So I had to lead him on a bit, and make him think he could have me (although that would never happen!!!!!).

At the end of the night, he tried to make a move on me.

"Come on babe" he said. "We've made love lots of time before. Spread those legs of yours for me."

"Not tonight!" I said, as I rummaged through my memories for a suitable excuse. I thought of one that I had heard from girlfriends many times in the past.

"I started my period today" I said. "You wouldn't want me. Plus, I feel all bloated."

That was what they had always told me! And it had always worked. I didn't want to get into a girl's pants when she was flowing. Tom was no different. He changed his tune quickly, and backed off. I was proud of myself for sounding so authentic. He didn't even realize that I was really a guy. I had successfully fended him off. For now, at least.

 

After we said goodnight, I consented to let him kiss me. As I said, it completely grossed me out, but when I had let him lose any hope of closeness with me, his interest had cooled, and he was harder to control. I wanted to give him a little something, so he'd still be easy to manipulate. So I swallowed my pride, and let him have one kiss.

It upset me how my body reacted to being held in his arms, and being kissed. My *body* wanted him, I was sure. But *I* didn't! It was quite disturbing, the feeling it gave me inside, and the tingle I felt down below.

When I got inside, all the lights were out, except one. My new mom and dad were in bed, so I just went to my room. I took off my clothes, and put them back on the hangers. At least I knew that much, after having been with so many women. Guys tossed their clothes on a chair or something; chicks liked to hang them up. I didn't want to give myself away, so I had to keep pretending to be Lisa.

I put on a pink nightie I found in the dresser, then I moved to the bed. It was covered with all these stuffed animals, which I moved off to a chair. The bed was also distressing, with all the lacy frilly pillow shams, and the fancy quilt. I slid under the covers. I felt really tired.

But there was one more thing.

Just as I had been so curious to see what I looked like, and to see what kind of boobs I had on me, now another curiosity started growing in me, which I had felt ever since I had watched the movie with Tom. In the film, the main character had been seduced by a woman, and had made love to her. Ever since that moment, I had wondered how it felt for a woman when she made love.

I had seen women almost screaming with delight. I had made women come multiple times. I knew my way around their anatomy, where to touch them, how hard, and what pleased them. I had used my tongue or my fingers to make many women climax before. Now *I* had a woman's plumbing between my legs. I knew what it took to make them feel good. So now, I could do that to myself.

I turned out the light, ashamed to see myself like this. I started by gently rubbing my tender nipples, through the soft fabric of my nightie. Soon, they got stiff and erect. I kept on teasing them, until I started to feel a tingle between my legs, sort of like I did when Tom had kissed me goodnight.

Now I moved my right hand down there, and carefully found the top of the slit between my legs. I gently pushed in, until I found my clit. I felt shivers go all through me, as I started to very lightly touch myself there. I started to go harder on my nipple, pinching it, while I started to build up speed and rhythm with my fingertip on my clit.

Now I moved my thumb onto my clit, while I poked my first two fingers into my vagina. I was all wet and lubricated, so I slid in easily. I couldn't help but to let out a soft moan, as I felt this incredible sensation bloom all around me, radiating out from my center. Up until that moment, tension had been building up. This was a sudden release, and it felt so damn good!

I started to thrust my fingers in harder and harder now, touching my clit harder. My thumb could feel how it was almost getting harder now, as it got fully aroused too. In and out I pulled my fingers. I was unable to control my left hand anymore, it fell limp to my side. The tension kept building, as I pushed harder and harder. I felt like I was right on the edge, and then suddenly, wham! I was hit so hard with such a burst of pleasure, that it took all my willpower not to scream out loud! I kind of let out a muffled squeal though, as my orgasm engulfed me.

I was panting, out of breath. I was trembling. I felt so sensitive down between my legs, that I let out another little squeal, as I removed my fingers. Wow! That had been so incredible! I was grinning ear to ear. The female orgasms was *so* much better than I had ever felt as a man! I was stunned.

I was in such a blissful state, that as I drifted off to sleep, I wasn't even feeling the shock and horror of being female anymore. I just felt good all over. I didn't even realize at the time that I had just taken the first step down a slippery slope. I was too happy to think.

 

* * *

 

Imagine waking up female for the first time. When I opened my eyes, I knew it had all been just a bad dream. But as soon as I moved, and sensed the weight on my chest, I knew it was *real*. I was Lisa now. I was still a girl. It wasn't a dream; it was my new reality.

I got up and took a shower. Then I ate breakfast with my new parents (Lisa's parents, to be exact). From the conversation, I learned a couple of things. First of all, we weren't a rich family. It didn't sound like I was planning on college; I was just going to keep working.

I didn't like that idea. How was I going to get ahead, and become rich and powerful if I couldn't get an education? I'd have to figure out a way to get into school.

And along the same lines, because of the family's financial situation, I apparently had a job waiting on tables at the local diner! Mom said something about getting dressed for work.

"I just washed your uniform" she said. "I hung it on your door"

"Thanks mom" I said.

"You know, you could do your share of the chores around here too, young lady."

"Mom!" I said defensively (not wanting to do housework either!). "I go to school. I work."

"Honey, she does help out enough" said 'dad'.

"You always take her side, George" she replied stiffly. "I know she's your little girl..."

"Honey, why don't you get ready for work?" he said, ignoring mom. "I'll drive you."

"Thanks" I said, getting up from the table.

I walked over to my room, and I was aghast when I saw my 'uniform'. It was a pink outfit, like a dress. The skirt looked to be knee length, while the top had short sleeves, and buttoned up in the front. There was also a white apron, with frighteningly lacy trim at the edges. I was going to wear *that*?

I put it on, and felt sick to my stomach to see myself in the mirror. The apron was the worst part though, looking so frilly and so girlish. I was staring in the mirror, as 'mom' came into the room. She told me to sit down, as she combed my hair.

"I haven't done this since you were a little girl" she said, as she pulled my hair into a tight ponytail in back.

"You forgot your makeup" she said, as she looked at me.

"Will you put it on for me?" I asked. "I want to see how you'd do it. You never like how I do it."

That was a calculated gamble. Most of the women I had ever been with had always criticized their daughter's use of makeup. And I had no idea how to put it on. So this just might save me. I was relieved when she started to fix my face, as she instructed me on how she liked to do it.

She put some dark pencil thing around my eyes, then mascara on my eyelashes. She put some pink lipstick on me, then just a touch of rouge.

"You're so young, you don't need much makeup" she told me.

"Thanks mom, you're the best" I said, playing it up. I didn't know if I'd be able to ever put on my own makeup. I mean, come on! I guy can't do that! Even if he is trapped in a girl's body.

 

Dad drove me to work, to the little diner called "Al's". I got out, and walked in. It turned out that the place was in chaos! It seemed that one of the dishwashers hadn't shown up for work, along with his friend, who bussed the tables. That left everyone shorthanded, and everyone was in a panic, running around. To make matters worse, the cash-register was broken, so there was a line there too!

Now over the years as a businessman, I had learned not to panic. Cool heads made good decisions. I quickly assessed the situation, applied my knowledge of restaurants, based on years of eating out, and I put together a plan.

"Here's what we'll do" I said, calmly. "The waitresses can bus their own tables. And we can run the bills too. Have the customers pay at the table, so they don't have to wait in line. Someone can man the cash drawer, and we'll all fill in for her. Now lets get to it!"

Nobody moved. I was stunned.

"Very funny" said the manager.

"But its a good plan!" I replied.

"You're just a girl" he said. "Go wait on tables. You've got section four today."

 

I couldn't believe it! Just because I was a girl, he didn't take me seriously! I was furious. I had to ask one of the other girls which section was number four, and she showed me (although she was shaking her head at me too).

I didn't really know how to be a waitress, but I had seen enough in action, that I picked it up pretty quickly! Soon, I was getting into the swing of things, getting my tables done. The assistant manager came by and told me to start collecting for the tab at my tables, instead of sending them to the cash register.

"Tina is going to man the cash drawer" he said.

I was so proud. The manager had put my idea into action. But he didn't have the guts to tell me himself, he sent his assistant. When it was time for my break I was going to go over and thank him for being so reasonable.

He was talking to an older, important looking man who was asking him questions about business for the day. I could tell; the older man must be the owner. He had that air about him. I listened in as the manager bragged about how he had a difficult situation being shorthanded, but how he had come up with a solution, and handled the situation himself!

"Good work" said the owner, as he turned to leave.

"That was my idea!" I said, angrily. *I* should be getting the credit, not the manager.

"That just cost you two hours pay" he replied. "One more outburst like that from you, and you're fired. Now get back to work."

I was so upset that I almost cried! How could he treat me like this? I had read of women who complained about being discriminated against, but I had always laughed them off as being phonies, or being too sensitive. But now it had happened to me. And it did *not* feel good.

It was bad enough not being taken seriously, just because this man perceived me as a girl. But now, he was stealing my ideas, and taking credit it! I was fuming. But I knew that I needed this job, so there was nothing I could do. But in my heart, I vowed that one day I would have my revenge on him.

My only consolation was Tina, who told me that he was like that to her too, but that there was nothing we could do about it, because we were just girls. I couldn't accept that, and my heart yearned for revenge. But I did appreciate her comfort, and I felt like we shared an instant bond, like sisters. That was so weird. But now I knew why chicks at work tended to stick together!

 

* * *

 

That night I was scheduled to go out with the girls. Katie picked me up, and we went over to Wendy's house. We talked, drank diet soda, ate celery and dip (we were all cheerleaders, watching our weight!), and talked some more. They wanted to talk about boys. I wanted to learn about my new self, as well as my life, since I felt like I knew so little!

It was hard sitting around with them. They were all young and attractive. I *wanted* them. But I was just like them now. Katie was doing Wendy's hair up in French braids, so I asked her to do mine too. She taught me how to do it, so I practiced on Gloria. It was hard! I'd never be good at being a girl, I decided. I wondered how I could get back to my old self again.

That night, I knew I was going to have to masturbate myself to sleep again. But I had heard Katie mention something about my diary. I figured that it must be full of all sorts of info on my life, so I started to search for it, before I went to bed.

I finally found it deep in a drawer in my night stand. And underneath it was something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end: a dld. It was hot pink, and almost translucent. When I saw it, I felt myself starting to get wet already. I *so* much wanted to have that wonderful feeling again, coming as a woman. And this thing was going to help me do it.

I didn't bother turning the lights off this time. I took off my panties, laid on my back, and spread my legs wide apart. I teased my labia with the tip of the dld, until I was *so* ready for it that I couldn't stand it. I gently worked it in, and it felt *so* wonderful, so fulfilling.

I started to slide it in and out, in a gentle smooth motion. I toyed with my clit with one hand, while I side the dld in and out with my other. Before I was done, I had made myself come three times. The first one was big, the second one was a little one, but the third one was massive, and really sent me over the edge.

In my mind, I already knew that I was completely addicted already.

 

* * *

 

Sunday was another work day for me as a waitress. Just as I had been able to get Tom to do what I wanted, I found that if I smiled at the men, and leaned over so they'd get a good view of me, they'd leave better tips. For the women, I'd compliment them on something, and smile. Worked like a charm. I got really good tips, much better than the previous day.

When I got home from work, I spent hours reading 'my' diary, learning about my self and my life as Lisa. But I also spent a lot of time trying to plot how I could get back to my old self again. I looked up my *real* name on the internet, but there was no news of me. I was located half way across the country now, so I didn't know how I'd even go home to investigate. And I had no idea where I could find the woman who had done this to me.

I dug through my desk, and I found lots of information on my school. I found a map of the school, along with my class schedule. Now I'd be able to find where to go, and I wouldn't be so lost. And I already knew where my locker was. I'd never forget staring at the locker number, 205, as I discovered that I had become a girl.

From reading my diary, I found that as I had guessed, I *was* sexually active with Tom. I found a stash of birth control pills. I took one. I don't know why; it just seemed like the thing to do. And of course, that night I did myself with the dld again. I left the TV on, so I could let myself go, and moan all I wanted, without fear of being discovered. It felt *so* good to have that thing in me, and make myself come again and again.

 

* * *

 

I thought I was smart. I thought I knew a lot. But Monday proved me wrong. Eighty years of life had done nothing to prepare me for a day at school as a girl! I can't tell you how many things I did wrong, or you'd get bored with the endless list of little mistakes. But I'll share a few things, to give you an idea.

First hour, I found my classroom. I was proud of myself. I took a seat, and waited for class to start.

"You can't sit there, that's my seat" said one girl.

"Its my seat today" I replied.

The teacher came over, and chewed me out.

"Just because you're a cheerleader, doesn't mean that you can do anything you want in *my* classroom. No go sit in your seat!"

"Which one?" I asked.

"Right there. And your smart mouth just cost you detention after school today."

I hadn't even been there five minutes, and already I was in trouble. Great. Just great.

I didn't know just how to fit in socially with the girls. I couldn't handle being drooled over by the boys. I had picked out a schoolgirl outfit, with a red plaid skirt and a white blouse. Something that *I* would have liked to see a girl in. So did all the boys. I was blushing so much all day, I didn't need makeup to give my cheeks a red glow.

Everything I did seemed to draw more attention to myself. No matter how much I tried, I was always committing some blunder or the other. For example, in 3rd hour class, I sat down, not used to being in a skirt, with my legs kind of spread apart. The male teacher kept staring at me, until I realized that he was looking up my skirt! Can you imagine how I felt when I saw the bulge in his pants? I hated nothing more than the fact that I was turning a man on.

I also hated this new conflicted feeling I was having, when I saw him get hard. It made me think of how it felt with the dld up inside me. A feeling I loved, and now craved. And when I saw him react to me, part of me felt turned on. Like when Tom kissed me. It made me feel aroused. I didn't want to be aroused by a guy either! That was perhaps even worse!

I made so many mistakes. I sat with the wrong group of girls at lunch. I didn't say hello to girls that Lisa knew, so they thought I was giving them the cold shoulder. I was a real mess by the end of the day! If it wasn't for Katie being nice to me, I would have been crying, even though I still believed myself to be a man on the inside.

Now we went to our gym lockers, and changed into athletic shorts and tops. I got a peek at her as she changed from her regular bra to her sports bra. Wow. I wanted her so much! I wished I was a guy again, so I could be with her! Why did I have to be stuck in a girl's body, with a hottie like that as my friend? I wanted to do her so bad.

"You were all sloppy on Friday" said the coach, clearly dissatisfied. "Is your leg better today, Lisa?"

"Yes" I said.

All day, I had been slow to respond to my new name. I was getting better at it, but it was hard to think of myself as 'Lisa'!

"Good. Then lets get going."

I had no idea how to do the cheers at all. But I had a plan. I had thought long and hard about this. My one hope to not be found out as a fraud. If this failed, I'd have to quit the squad.

"I have an idea" I said.

"What is it dear?" she answered.

"Well, we *were* really sloppy on Friday. I sat there and watched, and I know we can do better. But I think we're trying too hard to do too much. I think we should go back to square one."

"What do you mean, Lisa?" asked Katie.

"I mean, lets pretend that this is the first time that any of us have cheered. Lets start from the very start. Lets go through the simple stuff, as if we knew nothing. Then we can *really* learn it. And build up from there."

I waited, holding my breath, hoping the coach bought into the idea.

"I think that is a wonderful suggestion Lisa" she said, much to my relief. "Okay girls, lets pretend that this is the first day. I'll teach you a cheer. Now lets get started....."

I smiled. I was going to get to learn everything. I'd be able to stay, and nobody would know that I was really a guy, in a girl's body. I paid close attention, and soon I was learning how to cheer on the team, along with the other girls.

 

* * *

 

The next night, Katie came over to study with me. Not that I needed it. I knew British Literature (or Brit Lit as the class called it) very well. But she didn't quit get Canterbury Tales, so I was helping her. As she sat next to me, her sexy legs poking out from her short tight skirt, I couldn't help but to have that feeling again that I wanted her.

As a man, I had seduced *so* many women in my lifetime. I knew the right things to say, and the right buttons to push. Of course, it hadn't hurt that I was rich and powerful. But taken together, I had been able to have just about any woman I wanted. And I wanted Katie. If only I was still a man!

But then it dawned on me: it did really feel good to come as a woman. It felt even better than it did to come as a man! And I really did want Katie. So what if I could somehow seduce her?

Yes, I was still a girl. And so was she. But what if I could get her into bed with me? I'd make her come again and again. And she could do me. I locked my bedroom door, and turned the radio up a little louder. I sat down right next to her, so that our bodies were touching. And then I went to work.

I knew I'd have to be careful. From reading my diary, I knew she was dating guys. So she might think it strange to be with a girl. I couldn't frighten her off being too forward. I'd have to be subtle and careful. A technique I had used many times on many other women. She would be just one more, if this worked.

"You're so lucky" I said.

"How?" she replied.

"Your body. Its so perfect. I wish I was like you. Your skin is so perfect. You're in such good shape. You've got all the right proportions. Your hair is so much nicer than mine. Your boobs aren't too big, like mine are."

"I think your boobs are just fine, Lis" she replied.

Shower her with compliments. Get her talking about her body. Especially sexy body parts. Steer the conversation towards very private body parts. Talk about how I could make myself come, but how the boys I dated were in such a rush, they never took care of me.

Get her to agree that boys didn't know what they were doing, and that we were both sexually unfulfilled. Tell her that I wished I had someone like her, who knew the female body, who could satisfy me, and how I could satisfy them. Move in closer, Touch her face, Gently kiss her lips.

Soon we were touching each other, exploring. I gently touched her in all the right places to get her aroused. I used all the knowledge I had from my life as a man, in what women liked. Plus, now I knew for myself how certain things felt, and what really worked best.

I knew that boys of her age would all have been so eager that they'd come on too strongly, push too quickly to 'do the deed', and they wouldn't know how to take their time to please their girlfriend. I didn't make those mistakes; I made sure that I did everything I possibly could to make her feel pleasure.

Soon I had her eating out of my hand. I removed her clothes, and touched her boobs in just the right way, to make her get totally aroused. I sucked on them, flicking my tongue on her erect nipple. Meanwhile, my hands were exploring her wonderful perfect body. If I was still a man, I would have been so hard now, and so ready to put myself into her. But instead, I had a pussy like she did, and I was getting wet down there.

I gently pushed her to her back, and spread her legs wide open. I started by carefully massaging her clit, until I felt her juices really start to flow. then I surprised her by going down on her, and using my tongue on her clit to raise her to a new level of excitement.

I then took two of my fingers, and inserted them into her well-lubricated vagina. I felt around for the elusive g-spot, a technique I had learned from an old girlfriend. It occurred to me at that moment that I could try this on myself when I went to bed that night! I had a g-spot now. That was kind of mind-blowing, and still hard to accept!

As I continued to eat out her pussy, I used my hands on her, touching her boobs, her nipples, and other sensitive areas. She was literally screaming with pleasure, as I made her come again and again. When I was done with her, she was so overwhelmed, that she gave me the biggest hug, and kissed me so hard. I knew the look in her eyes. She was in love with me now.

"Let me do that to you now" she said.

"Mmmmm" I replied, as I laid back on the bed and spread my legs for her. She seemed a little nervous about it, and she didn't quite do me as well as I had done her. But it was good enough! I laid back and moaned, as I let the waves of pleasure wash over me and through me. I only came once, but that was enough! It felt *so* good to be pleasured, and to have someone else make me feel like that, instead of my own hand. I could feel her body's warmth. This was *much* better.

We laughed as we hugged each other and kissed some more. I was so happy. Now I had a girlfriend.

 

* * *

 

From then on, Katie and I often "studied" together. Our parents were happy that we were concentrating on school so much. Little did they know that we were mostly learning about female anatomy!

One day, as a treat, I snuck out to a store that sold 'adult' things like lingerie and sex toys. I bought us a pair of pink teddies, and something else special for her: a strap-on. The next time we made love to each other, I put it on. When I looked down and saw something like that poking out of me, it felt *so* good. It was almost as if I was myself again!

But when I thrust it into her, it was so disappointing that I couldn't feel anything! It was just this *thing* on me, not a part of me. But I felt totally excited to be on top, thrusting into her, even if I didn't get any direct pleasure from that!

I asked her to do me with it next, and wow, that was so awesome! Somehow, it was shaped just right, and I got a different type of stimulation than with just her fingers poking into me. It was like using my dld on myself, only better, because she was involved with it.

It still felt 'wrong' to be laying on my back, with my legs spread wide apart, and to have something being thrust deep inside me like that! But she was a girl, so it was okay. But I have to tell you, those thoughts about boys started to enter my mind again. If it felt this good with something plastic, what would it feel like with the *real* thing? But the thought of being with a boy grossed me out! I couldn't do that!

Yet whenever I saw a good looking guy at school now, those thoughts started to enter my mind. It must have been all the female hormones that were flowing through my young body. I had to keep myself though; I couldn't let myself want that! It was so wrong.

Katie and I had agreed that we would both keep dating boys, to keep up appearances. If everyone found out we were lovers, we'd be open to ridicule from all the kids at school. Teens were cruel, and if we were discovered, we'd have big problems. So I went out with boys a couple of nights a week.

Tom really wanted to get into my pants, but I wasn't going to allow that, even if my body was craving him. I could only make love with a girl! But he kept pestering me.

One day he was over at my house. My folks were out with friends, and I didn't expect them back all night. Tom and I were alone, and once again he started to pester me. He really wanted me, and he would do anything to have me! But I needed to make him stop coming on to me.

Suddenly, I had an idea. Something that might just be the solution to my dilemma.

I led Tom by the hand into my bedroom. I unbuttoned his shirt, then took off his belt, and his pants. After I removed his boxers, he was nude. Now I went to my dresser, and grabbed my pink bra.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"For you, dear" I replied.

 

You should have seen the look in his eyes! I explained to him that if we were going to make love, then we needed to play a little game of dress-up. He was going to have to do it, if he really wanted me.

"I'm going to turn you into a girl" I said. "I'm going to give you boobs. I'm going to make you wear a skirt. I'm going to put you into make-up. I'll make you look pretty and feminine. Only then, can you have me."

I expected him to freak out (which he was doing), and to run away. But to my amazement, he stayed. He wanted me that much! I decided to lay it on thicker, to scare him off. I started by stuffing the bra full, so it looked like he had boobs. Then I put him into a frilly blouse, as I told him that he was becoming a girl now. Still, he didn't leave!

I put him into a black skirt, and told him that when I was done with him, he'd be wearing panties to school every day.

"Once you've become feminine, there is no going back" I said.

Still he didn't leave! So now I began to apply makeup to his face. I had been practicing on my own, but now I had someone else to try things out on. Cool.

"We'll have to get those eyebrows of yours plucked" I said as I applied his mascara. "And maybe we'll get your ears pierced, so you can wear pretty earrings. Maybe something pink, or something long and dangling."

He didn't run away; he just looked like a "deer in the headlights" as I put jewelry on him, and a pink bow in his hair. I showed him his new image in the mirror, and took a picture of him with my camera phone.

"Now you're mine, darling" I said. "You're becoming a girl. I think I'll call you Tina from now on. Tell me Tina, do you *still* want me?"

"Yes" he said, much to my amazement. "I did everything you've asked of me. Now its your turn."

I felt trapped now. What could I do? I had said I'd make love, if he did all this. And so now *I* was the one feeling scared. I was trembling as he pulled off my skirt and my panties. I laid back on the bed, and lifted up his skirt. He was hard as a rock, and he quickly pushed himself up into me.

"You're a girl now, Tina" I said.

"Yes!" he cried, as he began to thrust into me.

"It feels good to be a girl, doesn't it?" I asked.

"Yes!"

"You feel it in your pussy, don't you? You're with me now, but you crave buys, don't you Tina?"

"Yes!" he cried, as his face made a painful expression.

Physically, it felt wonderful. My new body was made to mesh with one like his. But mentally and emotionally, I felt terrible; I was with a guy! I tried to pretend in my mind that he really was a girl. I had him dressed like a girl; I was calling him by a girl's name. I tried to pretend that I was with Katie, and she had the strap-on. Then I could justify this to myself.

Well before I was aroused enough to come, he exploded inside me. He was too young to know how to control himself, and he just came in one big rush. Bang. He was done. But I wasn't. I got out the strap-on.

First I made him get on his knees and suck me. I took a picture of him as he did it. Then I had him bend over, and I put the strap-on into him from behind. He seemed dazed and stunned as I pounded him.

"Now you really are a woman" I said, when I finally pulled it out.

My idea was that if I made it this bad for him, he'd never want to try to make the moves on me again. I decided to add a few things to be certain.

"Next time you come over, I expect your legs to be shaved, and your underarms. What kind of girl goes around with hairy legs like that? And you had better come wearing silk panties. You need to go to the store, and buy yourself a pair. Otherwise, don't bother coming on to me. Do you understand me Tina?"

"Yes" he said weakly.

 

I thought that was it; he'd never try to mess with me again. But to my utter shock and amazement, he showed up the next day at my house. We went to my room and closed the door. He was eager to show me his smooth legs, and his new pink panties! I hadn't scared him off. Instead, I had somehow started to control him!

By taking away his manhood, I had taken away his illusion that he was in charge. Now he looked at me like a puppy-dog. I realized that I could make him my slave if I wanted to. I could make him do anything I wanted! I was so excited, that I decided to reinforce his training, right then and there. I'd turn him more and more into a girl. And he would become completely mine.

 

* * *

 

Now I was coming multiple times a day. At least five days a week, I'd "study" with Katie. A couple of nights a week, I'd be with Tom, as I continued to turn him into Tina. And of course at night, I made myself come. I went back to the adult store, and bought a new vibrator. It had a shaft that went deep inside me, along with a small arm that jutted out, and hit my clit. Wow! Talk about getting buzzed! I was in heaven.

I slowly learned to do better at school, in the social situation. I mostly studied Katie, and then did what she did. I was fitting in much better now. And since we had relearned all of the cheerleading routines from scratch, I was fitting there too. Being a cheerleader meant I was one of the most popular girls in the school. And on Fridays when we wore our uniforms, every boy in the place wanted me. I guess I didn't mind so much anymore; in fact I was becoming proud of it.

I was working a new angle with Tom. I had a new plan in my head, and I needed to get him used to something else. So when we did it, I made him to the rear entry position. As an added bonus, when he went into my pussy from behind, it stimulated my clit better, and I came more often (and harder too). I was training him to pleasure me better and better, along with my secret plan.

Things were going so well, until the day that Katie and I had our first big fight. You see, she had found out about the fact that I was doing it with Tom.

"I thought you loved me!!" she said.

"I do" I replied. "You are my only love. With Tom, it's just sex."

"That sounds like something a guy would say."

I blushed. If only she knew!

I was able to calm her down. I told her that I was going to loose him if I didn't give in. And then, I pulled up my collection of pictures I had taken of "Tina". I showed her what I was doing to him, and how he was now completely in my control.

"I think you should do this with your boy too" I said.

"Turn Mark in to a girl?"

"Yes!" I said. "You could completely control him too, just like I do with my Tina."

We went over the fine details, then we had "make up" sex, as we forgave each other.

 

* * *

 

A matter of weeks later, Katie had good news for me: her boy Mark was now completely hers. She had been feminizing him, and now he was under her control. Soon the word spread to the other cheerleaders, and they started working on *their* boyfriends.

It would be so funny. We were at the big game on Friday, cheering the team on. Our boyfriends were in the stands, or on the field. All with shaved legs. All wearing panties. Most of them wearing bras. That night, I got together with Tom, and once again turned him into Tina. He was so far gone that he didn't offer any resistance anymore. In fact, I think he was starting to *like* being Tina. I was ready now for the next phase of my plan for him.

I set us all up for a double date, with myself & Tom, along with Katie and her boy toy. I chose a weekend when I knew my folks were both out of town. Everyone came to my house. And now the fun could begin. When the boys arrived, they were still dressed like boys. I took Tom to my room, while Katie took her Mark to the guest room. When we got together in the livingroom again, Tom had become Tina, and Mark had become Michelle.

I sat next to Katie, and told 'Tina' to sit by 'Michelle'. As we had planned, Katie and I embraced, and gave each other a big kiss. Both of the boys were staring at us, their eyes gaping.

"Now it is *your* turn" I said.

"For what?" asked 'Tina'.

"Kissing" I replied.

 

Tom stood up, as if to walk over to where I was seated.

"Not with me" I said, as I pointed to 'Michelle'. "With *her*."

Tom's eyes were bugging out of his forehead. He was being instructed to kiss a guy! I knew this would be hard for him, so I made sure I did all I could to give him some incentives.

"If you and Michelle do as we say, you can watch Katie and I make out."

"We'll even take our shirts off" added Katie.

Nothing was more thrilling for a guy than to watch two hot chicks making out! With that offer and a little more coaxing, soon we had them kissing each other, and making out. For each step they took forward, we rewarded them with a show. But it took both Katie and I getting completely nude, to get them to go the last step.

"You've been doing me from the back" I said. "Why not do Michelle?"

"But this is different!" protested 'Tina'.

"No it isn't" I said. "Plus, if you do as I tell you, you can watch *this*."

I reached down and grabbed Katie's crotch, then gave her a deep kiss. That aroused Tina so much that she was hard as a rock. With a little more coaxing, I got 'her' to finally do it, and penetrate 'Michelle'. When Tom was done, Katie made Mark take his turn.

"Now you both really are girls" I said.

"Yes. You've both made love as a girl, all the way, for real" said Katie.

"There is no going back" I said. "From now on, no matter what, you'll never escape the fact that you two have been lovers."

"In fact" said Katie, "from this day forward, you are no longer going to date Lisa and I."

"That's right" I said. "From now on, you will date *each other* instead. You two are lovers now. You are girlfriends. You belong to each other now."

You should have seen the looks in their eyes! They seemed so sad and pathetic. Katie was thrilled; we had both gotten rid of our boyfriends. Now we could just concentrate on each other.

 

* * *

 

It was the last game of the year, and I felt kind of sad that I wouldn't be with my cheerleading squad anymore. Yes, I thought of the girls as 'my' squad. That implied that I thought of myself as belonging to the same group as them. Which meant that I was starting to accept myself as a girl, although at the time I didn't realize this yet. I still felt that I was really a guy!

But I guess that by now, I no longer felt strange putting on a bra, or wearing a skirt. By now, I pretty much was used to putting on makeup every day, or shaving my legs. I just did it, and gave it no thought. It had become routine for me.

A few times I caught myself really *acting* like a girl. I guessed that since I was spending so much time with other girls, that their mannerisms were rubbing off on me. I didn't realize that the hormones in my bloodstream were also working on my mind, altering my thought patterns, opening up a whole new way of thinking about the world.

But I was oblivious to all this. I just felt sad at that moment, because *we* weren't going to be together as a cheerleading squad after today. Did I mention that my emotions seemed to be so highly amplified? I *felt* things now, much stronger than I ever had. Seeing something wonderful in a movie might make me cry for example. I had never done that before! Or other little things like receiving flowers from Katie triggered off a whole new set of feelings inside me.

I graduated with honors, but I was really dreading the end of school. When I wished to be young again, I had assumed that I would belong to a family like my old one, and that I would go right to college. But my new family couldn't afford it. I was going to have to work full time as a waitress now.

What a dead end job! No hope of advancement. No hope of anything. Wait on people, smile, and hope for good tips to earn a living? I wasn't about to let that become my future! No way. But my folks didn't even support the idea of me going to school. Not even part time.

I looked around for other jobs, but there wasn't much there. A secretary's job paid better, but I couldn't stand being the low woman on the totem pole in an office! I'd be telling my advice to the CEO, and get in trouble for that. If a manager in a diner didn't listen to me because I was a girl, nobody in the business world would! I know what I would have thought as my old self, if a secretary tried to tell me something!

So I decided that I had to use the one thing I had going for me: my body. Now don't get the wrong idea. I hated the thought that I would use my beauty alone to get what I wanted. It seemed so wrong. A woman should be able to do anything a man can. But it was like my whole life was conspiring to hold me down, and keep me from moving ahead in the world!

When Katie left to go out of state to *her* selected university, I felt crushed. Now I had lost my girlfriend too. I don't think I ever felt so sad as I did the day she got on the bus and left me behind. We said we'd talk every day on the phone, and we'd write, but it was inevitable that we'd drift apart. In fact, it was just four months later when Katie told me that she was with a new girlfriend, and that they were rooming together now.

And so I felt that I had nothing left. Nothing to hold me in the life I was living. It was time to move on. And like it or not, as unethical as it may sound, I was determined that I would use my body to get me where I needed to be in life.

 

* * *

 

I took six months to find the right "target" for my plan. A well-off man in his forties, single because all his life he had concentrated on his career. His name was William L. Goldsmith III, or "Will", as I got to know him. He was so driven in the business world, that he was CEO of his company already, and sat on the board of directors for two others. He was handsome. He was rich. And he was about to become mine.

With a perfect young female body like mine, it wasn't all that hard to seduce him. Nor was it much of a trick to get him to take me on a weekend tryst, where we made love every day, as many times as he could manage.

It still felt wrong for me to be laying on my back and spreading my legs for a man. But it felt *so* good, that I was able to get through it. I pretended that he was a woman with a strap-on, and that made it a lot easier for me. Although I do have to say that when I caught sight of his hairy muscular chest, my heart would start pounding. Or when I saw him get aroused, that alone would start to get me wet. My body was man-crazy. It was my mind that was lagging behind.

I timed the special weekend for the peak of my fertility cycle. I had been off the pill for some time now, and my body was in just the right state. But it took until the next month, and another romantic weekend, before the seed was sown. This time, I ended up pregnant.

I told him right away, and he asked what I wanted to do. I smiled.

"Will, I love you" I said, leaning over and touching him on the chest. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I'm sure you'd love to have a son. William IV."

"It's a boy?" he said.

"I think so. I can *feel* it."

 

The next day, he got down on his knees and proposed to me. I accepted the huge diamond engagement ring, as he put it on my finger. Now I was going to be his wife! My plan was right on track. But now, I had no time for scheming. I had a wedding to plan.

First, I had to pick out a dress. With Will, I had no budget to worry about, so I was able to shop at the high-end boutiques! I had so much fun, trying on all the different styles, from all the leading designers. Finally, I found one that was stunning. It was ivory colored, and it was a real knock-out.

It was strapless, and it had a sculptured neckline with satin edges. A pleated empire met up with the lacy midriff. And the pleated organza ball gown skirt had a sweep train. A very pale pink ribbon was tied in the front into in a bow, as if my boobs were being gift-wrapped as a present for my husband-to-be.

The dress was strapless, so my shoulders were bare. I bought a matching veil, attached with a glittery tiara. My hair was long, so I'd get it done up very pretty. I was thinking in my mind whether I should go with a French manicure, or pink nails. I'd have to figure that out. But first, I also wanted to buy some lingerie for my wedding night.

I found a pair of panties that said "Kiss The Bride" across the front, along with a matching bra. I tried them on, along with a sexy see-through teddy. Perfect! I also decided that I'd wear white nylons on my legs under my wedding dress, held up by garter belts. I wanted to look as sexy as I possibly could, for my man. I was going to make him completely mine. And becoming his wife was just the first step in the process. He didn't suspect a thing. Perfect.

 

* * *

 

I got swept up in the details of planning the wedding. It had to be right away, before I started to show. And there were so many fun things to do, like pick out the wedding hall, the bridesmaid's dresses, the decorations, and so on. I went to several high-end department stores, and had a blast as I signed up for the bridal registry. You got to go around the store with a barcode scanner, and pick out everything you wanted. Sweet!

Naturally, I asked Katie to be my maid of honor. She was happy for me, but surprised.

"I thought you'd wind up with a girl" she said.

"I will" I told her, as I gave her a wink.

Katie was bringing Jill, the woman she had united with in a civil ceremony. I wished those two could be brides together one day. They should be allowed to marry each other too.

Things flew by so fast that my head was spinning. I couldn't believe it when I finally reached the big day. I was putting on my wedding dress, and getting my makeup just right. I had my nails done that day, and my hair. I felt so special, so pretty, so wonderful. I was going to be married!

"You're just glowing" said Katie, as she adjusted my skirt.

"Your skin look like my daughter's, when she was having her first baby" said the woman from the hall who was came in to tell us that we had 10 minutes before the ceremony started.

"Thank you" I said, blushing.

I had told Katie of course, but other than her and Will himself, nobody knew that I was carrying a baby in my womb. Will's parents would be pleased of course to have grandchildren so soon. My folks were overjoyed that I was marrying someone rich. They knew I'd be taken care of for life now. I was kind of upset about their attitude, by my mom was crying, as she readjusted my veil.

"Now remember what I told you" she said.

"Yes mom" I replied.

"He's a man. Even though he's yours now, you have to keep tight reins on him at all times. If you let him run too loose, he will cheat on you."

"Mom!" I said.

She didn't need to tell *me* how a man thought!

"You had better take your seat" said the woman from the hall to my mom, as she led her away, much to my relief. I was scared and nervous now, as any bride would be. I squeezed Katie's hand, and she gave me a peck on the cheek, so as not to ruin my perfectly applied lipstick.

"I had always thought that we would be married one day" she whispered in my ear.

I smiled at her, and squeezed her hand again.

It was time now. The woman led me to the doorway. I stood there with proper posture, feeling so pretty and so elegant in my gorgeous wedding dress. The music started playing. I began to walk down the aisle.

When I got to the altar, and I saw Will, I felt like I was melting. He was so handsome in his tuxedo! The way he looked at me, deep into my eyes, I was just trembling. He took my hand, and I felt a surge of real love towards him. We would be so happy together.

I could barely even think now. Surrounded by our family and friends, we said our wedding vows. It seemed to take forever, and to be over in just a flash, if you can understand that. My heart was pounding. My hormones were swirling about. New hormones were washing through my system, because of the baby I carried inside me. All together, I was an emotional wreck. I was so relieved when the ceremony was over, and Will pulled back my veil for our wedding kiss.

Flashbulbs popped, one after the other, as we turned to face the crowd as husband and wife. I was a married woman now. A pregnant married woman! I rode with my new husband in the limo to the wedding reception. We dined. We drank. We danced. I even danced once with Katie, which made everyone laugh.

"You look so pretty, I could f*&k you right here and now" she said to me.

"Hey!" I replied. "I'm a married woman now, and you are too!"

We both laughed as we spun around and around.

Will drove me to a hotel by the airport. Our room was ready. It was so wonderful and so romantic! He undressed me, and I was *so* ready for him. I was already wet. He knew how to take care of me, and I wanted him. All of me wanted him now. I let him have his way with me, all night long, and I fully enjoyed it. I was his wife now. And it felt good to please my man.

 

* * *

 

I was on our honeymoon that I started to turn Will into a woman. But with a strong confident man like him, I needed a different plan than with an immature teenage boy. And I would need more help. So I immediately put him on female hormones.

I had felt so many changes inside, and after reading about the effects of female hormones on men, I realized that many of my internal changes were from having estrogen washing through my system all the time. If I was going to turn Will into Wendy, he needed to be on hormones too. I needed to make him more passive. I needed to be able to control him. But this would be a long-term plan.

 

After our honeymoon, we went back home, and now I was mostly consumed with preparing a nursery for our baby. I was starting to show, so I had to go shopping for maternity clothes. I also bought some things I'd need like nursing bras (since I had decided that breast-feeding was best for a new baby), along with diapers, and so on.

I concentrated on the baby, while Will went back to work. He had no idea that I had changed his vitamins for female hormones and birth control pills. At for the first three months, there were no visible effects that I could detect. I had more to do, but the time wasn't right yet. I just needed to let nature take her course.

Almost exactly nine months to the day that I had become pregnant, I went into labor. I had been through some tough things as a man, but let me tell you: giving birth was a far greater test of courage than *anything* a man would ever face! By the time I held my newborn baby in my hands, I had a completely different outlook on women!

As I laid in my bed the next day, breast feeding her, I wasn't even thinking how wrong it should feel for a man to be doing this. *My* baby had been inside my womb for nine months. I had given birth to her. Now she was drinking the milk that my boobs were producing. It felt so *natural*. It felt so right. I was so happy to be a mommie!

It felt good not to have such a bulge in my tummy anymore, but I did feel like I put on a lot of weight during my pregnancy.

"You look beautiful" said Will.

"I'm fat" I replied.

"No you're not!" he said.

"You don't understand!" I whined.

 

It didn't dawn on me that back about a year or so ago, I would have shunned a woman for being silly and emotional for talking like that. But it was how I *felt*. And Will, even if he was my loving husband, just didn't understand my feelings. But soon he would. He was already on track to become a woman too. He just didn't know it yet.

 

* * *

 

It was months later, when the female hormones were really kicking in, that I noticed how Will was acting differently. He was getting more emotional. He was more passive, and if I told him to do something, he was far more likely to do it. I also saw him itching his chest a few times. I knew his boobs were about to bud. Now as the time to shift things into high gear.

The female hormones had been altering his body. But he was still a man. And his manhood was still in good working order. We made love on a regular basis (although I would still pick out a vibrator or dld from my collection, several times a week!). Now that had to end. Just as I was getting used to making love to a *man*, and growing to like it, now it had to stop. Pity.

I started slipping another item into Will's 'vitamins' he took daily: a testosterone blocker. Now there wouldn't be any more male hormones to interfere with the female ones he was ingesting. And just as you would expect, within a few days, he was having trouble getting aroused in bed! Perfect.

He complained, so I offered to help buy finding an herbal supplement for him, to improve his overall performance. Of course, I dumped out the testosterone enhancing pills, and replaced them with even *more* female hormones, so that the more he took, the more he unknowingly helped turn himself into a woman!

Now our lovemaking was starting to die out. I'd get him to go down on me, but he couldn't perform in bed, and it was driving him mad. He wanted *so* much to make love, but he wasn't able to physically.

Now I did something you might think to be crazy: I took him of the testosterone blocker, and one day gave him a huge dose of male hormones. I did this on a Sunday, when he wouldn't be going in to the office. Based on the dosage, I knew just how long I had before he was ready.

"Honey, lets go upstairs and make love" I pleaded, as we sat on the couch watching a movie.

"I don't know" he replied. His lack of confidence showed in his voice.

"I have just the thing" I told him, as I pulled him along up the stairs.

I had the room lit by romantic candles, with vases of flowers set all around. I gave him a drink, and rubbed his shoulders. The alcohol would help lower his inhibitions. And I had laced it with dissolved viagra pills. Between that and the hormones, he *would* get it up this time.

"I was reading about your problem" I said soothingly and reassuringly. "And I found something that will help. A fetish. Lets play a little game today. I promise you that this will work. I know it may seem strange to you, but can you promise to play along with me?"

"Okay" he said weakly. He had nothing to lose! I had him now.

First, I undressed him completely. Then I opened the closet door, where I had a lovely outfit laid out. For him.

"I want you to put these on" I said, handing him a pair of white silk panties.

"But those are...." he started.

"Yes" I said. "Panties. Trust me! Just do it. For me? Please?"

He put them on. He didn't realize what a big step he had just taken!

Now it was easy to get him into a bra, and to stuff it with realistic breast forms I had purchased for him. Now it looked like he was stacked! He was ready to put on a full slip now, and then a pretty long red dress.

I put him into pantyhose. I put him into heels. I put makeup on his face. I painted his fingernails. I told him he looked pretty.

"You're becoming a woman now" I said. "Just look at yourself! You're not a man anymore. You're becoming a *woman*."

He stood there looking into the mirror, with fear in his eyes. But he was too passive to fight back, as I stripped away any manliness he had left.

"You'll make a wonderful wife for me" I said. "We'll get married again, and this time *you* will wear the wedding dress. You're going to be a girl. I think I'll call you 'Wendy' from now on. Yes, that is a wonderful name for a pretty girl like you. Wendy."

I put a wig on his head, and he was so scared that he couldn't even speak.

"Just look at yourself Wendy! You're a girl! You are female now! Doesn't it feel wonderful to be a woman?"

"Please, can we stop?" he asked.

"Why would we stop now?" I replied, as I stripped off the rest of my clothes. "We're going to make love. I wouldn't think of stopping."

"I can't do this!" he said, finally expressing his fear.

"What? And waste a hard-on like that?" I replied.

I reached down and put my hand on the bulge in his pants. Perfect. The hormones plus the viagra plus my sexy female body were all working as predicted. He had a full raging hard-on. I pulled up his skirt. I pulled down his pantyhose, and almost tore off his panties.

"You can't wait to put that into me, can you?" I asked.

"Yes" he replied.

"Then admit to me that you're not a man anymore. Tell me that you're a woman."

"I'm a woman" he said.

I smiled.

"Tell me that it excites you that you're becoming female."

"It does. I feel excited to become female" he said, desperate to do anything, so we could make love right then and there.

"Tell me that you give yourself to me, and that you'll let me run your life. Tell me you like being controlled by me."

"I like being controlled by you. I want you to run my life."

"See how excited you are?" I said. "*This* is what you *really* want."

I pushed him over onto the bed, and I mounted him from the top. After weeks and weeks of being pent up with no orgasms, he was so overwhelmed as I made him come inside me.

When we were done, and I got off him, I had to go to the bathroom and clean up. He came so much, it was oozing out of me. When that was done, I returned to him, and poured him another drink. This one was laced with just a hint of a special drug. He drank it all down quickly, and soon he was floating on air. Now was the time to strike.

I pulled out a legal document I had drawn up. I handed him a pen. It wasn't hard to get him to sign it. Now I wasn't just the wife of a rich man; I was the one who now owned all the businesses. In name, Will was poor now, since *I* now controlled everything. Including him! But I wasn't cruel. He'd live out his days in comfort. And in feminine style.

I talked to him long and hard. I even had him completely convinced that he really did want to be a woman. It had excited him when nothing else had. It was the best sex he had in his life, when he did it as a woman. And so now, he agreed that he'd become a woman full time!

It was only a few days later that I convinced him that if he acted as the maid around the house, dressing in a sexy uniform, that he'd *really* get to feel feminine. He readily accepted his role as my domestic servant. Now he wasn't my husband; he was my feminized maid!

 

* * *

 

I walked into the office to announce that I was now in charge of Will's company. I had gone out shopping for clothes, and had found the most darling business suit. It was blue with pinstripes. It had a knee-length pencil skirt, a pretty white blouse, and a sharp matching jacket. I wore a new pair of pumps, along with very dark nylons, and I strode confidently down the hall, and into the boardroom.

"You can't do this! I'm going to complain to Will" said Gerald, the longtime VP.

"Complain all you want" I replied. "Will made this decision to put me in charge. Oh and by the way, I looked into your accounting Gerald. I found several irregularities. And so, you are fired. Pack your bags and go."

I pushed a button on the intercom. Two uniformed guards came into the room.

"Escort him to his desk. Allow him to pack his personal belongings. And then, escort him out of the building. His employment has been terminated."

 

After he was gone, there was fear in the eyes of the others. They didn't want to get fired too! And so they would bow to me. But first, I had one more thing to do. I needed someone in charge day to day. Someone I could trust.

"Gentlemen" I said, "I would like you to meet your new VP. Katie March."

My old friend Katie. I was putting her in charge. She wore an equally stunning gray business suit, and she sat down beside me.

"From now on, she is in charge. I will look in from time to time. I trust that you will treat her with the same respect that you show to me. Good day gentlemen. I have work to do. You may go now."

 

When the room emptied, Katie and I laughed, and then hugged. We had made it.

 

* * *

 

With Katie on board, I made several changes to the company. For one thing, I expanded us out into several new lines of business. For example, along with the hotels we owned, I started buying out or building new high end restaurants. Our hotels guests needed somewhere to eat. Why not a nice place next door? With a tie-in like that, we'd get plenty of business.

That made the division grow quickly, and soon profits were way up. Nobody questioned me anymore. Between my show of power, and my results, everyone agreed that I was doing a much better job than Will had ever done. Little did the know that while I sat in the CEO's chair, pouring over financial statements, Will was at home, raising our baby, wearing a maid's outfit, dusting floors and cleaning windows!

 

I had one piece of unfinished business to attend to. I bought out a restaurant. A little family place, much smaller than what I normally went for. But one that I really wanted to add to my portfolio. Katie and I went there to introduce ourselves to the staff.

I walked into Al's Diner once again. But not as the waitress. Now I was the owner. I went into the back office, and told the manager to sit down. In my blue power-suit, he didn't even recognize me!

"I've been studying how things have been run here" I said. "And I am not happy."

"It's the staff. They're lazy, the steal. I'm doing all I can!" he protested.

"It is not the staff. I am sure of that. It is the management. From this moment on, you're demoted. You are no longer the manager. I'm making you a waitress."

"You can't do that!" he said. "I've been manager here for twenty years!"

"I can do that, and I just did" I shot back. "Now get into your uniform, and get out on the floor with the other girls."

I reached for a spare uniform from the closet, and handed it to him.

"First of all, I'm not going to wait tables here" he said. "And secondly, even if I did, there is no way in h*ll that I'm going to wear this thing!"

"You make all the other girls wear it. So it is only fitting that you should too" I said.

"You're not hearing me" he said. "I'm not doing this! I'm leaving."

"No you're not" I said. "If you walk out this door, not wearing your pretty uniform, then several things will happen. For one, I know that you have been employing illegal immigrants as cooks and the cleaning crew here. I will turn you in to the government."

He looked at me with fear in his eyes, wondering how I knew this. He still didn't realize who I was! I smiled at him.

"Secondly, I went over the books, and I can prove that you have been siphoning off money from the restaurant for yourself. After you get out of jail for employing illegals, you'll go right back for embezzlement. And tax evasion. And sexual discrimination."

"No!!!" he shouted. "Please don't do this!"

"I think you'll find the uniforms in jail quite a bit more disagreeable than this one." I said. "Now go put it on like a good girl. You're working section three today."

"See? You don't know anything" he said, as he pulled the pink uniform out of the bag. "Tina is here today, and working section three. Are you going to fire her too?"

"No" I said. "I'm promoting her to manager. *She* is taking over for you. You work for Tina now. And you're just a lowly waitress."

He grumbled as he slipped behind the file cabinet, and pulled on the embarrassing uniform. How I had hated it when I had to wear it! It was so demeaning.

"Hold it!" I said. "I seem to remember you chewing out Brenda one day, when she came into work not wearing a bra."

"Yeah, so?" he said.

"Well, it is a rule that waitresses have to wear bras. And you're a waitress now. So guess what? You need to put on a bra too, like all the other girls."

"No...." he said.

"Oh, and didn't you used to tell us that we had to wear makeup? I don't see any on your face."

Katie was standing there the whole time, trying not to laugh out loud. She carried a brown bag with her. She pulled out a bra from it, along with a makeup kit, and handed it to my former manager.

"Go get dressed, then get out on the floor. You have five minutes. Katie, go bring Tina in here, so I can tell her that *she* is in charge now."

 

Tina was overjoyed when she found out the news. I told her that she could run things any way she wanted, but that she was to be very certain to treat our old manager in the way he had always treated us. She looked at me, not sure who I was. I reached back and let down my hair. Her eyes lit up.

"Lisa?" she said.

"Yes" I replied. "It's me."

"You look so different!" she said.

"I'm a married woman now. And a mother" I replied.

"Boy or a girl?"

"A girl" I said.

"You must be proud."

"I am" I said, as I pulled out a picture to show her.

We cooed over the pictures, but our concentration was interrupted when the back door opened. Out of the manager's bathroom came a balding, overweight man, wearing the pink waitress uniform, and poorly applied makeup.

"Will someone teach her how to put on makeup!!!" I demanded.

"I'll get Kelli right on that" said Tina.

"Your first management decision!" I said.

We all laughed.

 

When we paraded him out onto the floor, all the girls applauded. And when I announced Tina as the new manager, they all cheered out loud. I almost felt like breaking out into a cheerleading routine. But it would be a little tricky in heels!

 

* * *

 

Three days later, I was back home. I thought I was alone when I felt someone staring at me. I turned around, and I was shocked to see *her*. The woman. I never knew her name. I had cursed her. I had hated her for tricking me into becoming a woman. But now, everything was different!

I had accepted who I was now. I was *so* happy with my life. I was young, rich, and powerful. I was pretty. I was a loving mother. I had a husband, who would do anything for me. I could live a long, wonderful life now, and I would be oh so happy.

"Thank you" I said.

"You're quite welcome. I wanted to check in on you. I am so glad to see that you have accepted your femininity so well."

"I wouldn't go back if I could" I said, as I remembered the gorgeous cascade of orgasms Katie had given me, just that afternoon, before we went to the diner.

"I knew you'd see the light" she said.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"I have news for you" she said. "And a favor to ask."

"Sure" I said. "Anything for you. I consider you a friend."

"Lets start with the favor then. As you know, I'm in the wish business. I have three young men, and one young woman, all of whom have been wishing to make love with a gorgeous young woman. I would like you to help me by granting their wishes."

"No problem" I said. "But when I make love to males...."

"You like to turn them into women. Yes, of course you may do that. They are young, and they'll be willing to do anything you want."

I nodded. I'd be glad to help her out. This could be fun!

"And what of the news?"

"Because of the news, you had better get to making those boys happy right away."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because, in a few months, you're going to start to show."

"You mean..." I said.

"Yes. When you made love to your husband, for that one last time, he was fully functioning. You're pregnant again Lisa."

I was so happy, that I cried. I rushed over, and gave her a big hug.

"Oh thank you!" I said. "I'm the happiest woman in the world. Wendy... er, I mean Will, is going to be so excited!"

"Yes, she is" said the woman, referring to Will as a woman.

"She?" I asked.

"Yes" she replied. "I just granted the wish she made. I turned her into a woman too. You did such a good job feminizing her, that she wished with all her heart to be a *real* woman, like you. She is waiting at home for you. She wants for you to make her feel her first female orgasm tonight. You are now married to a real woman Lisa. Will has become Wendy, for real."

I hugged her again. Now I had everything. The man I loved was now a woman too. And I was pregnant! I couldn't stop crying. This was the best day in my life.

 

* * *

 

Epilogue:

As I look back now, on my new life as a woman, I have some regrets. First and foremost, I feel terrible about the way that I used my body to get ahead, instead of using my brains or my personality. It just seems so wrong now, but back then I was still thinking like a man, and I didn't know any better.

In fact, it wasn't that bad compared to all the things I had done in my life as a man. As I think back on that, it seems like a distant dream now. How could *I*, a mother of two, ever have been male? That just doesn't seem possible!

But when I had been a man, I had used my power and influence to hurt others. I didn't care, as long as I got ahead. I didn't think of anyone by myself. A typical male trait! Let me tell you something: becoming a mother, and giving birth to my two darling girls completely changed me. They are my dearest treasures in the world, and I would do anything for their well-being. I'd throw myself in front of a moving train, if that could in any way help them.

Motherhood taught me selflessness, which I never would have known as a man. It completely changed my outlook on life! Although as I think back, when I delivered my first child, I felt completely female. But there were still male thoughts in my mind. It wasn't until after Sarah was born, that the thought of being male seemed so completely alien to me. I think it was then that I completely crossed the line into true womanhood.

And so now I live my life by a different philosophy. I give a considerable amount of my wealth to help the poor. I fund education for unwed mothers. I fund battered women's shelters. I have a foundation to immunize poor children across the globe. I help feed the hungry. All sorts of things to help out the world, and to give back for all that I have been given.

In the business world, I am different now too. I am no longer the ruthless shark that ran a big company. Instead, I focus on how I can help advance others, mainly women. I found that by putting Tina and Katie in their new positions, both really blossomed into wonderful managers, who really improved their companies, and their work environments.

Based on that, I made sure to always promote women into positions of power. Soon, the vast majority of executives and upper managers who worked for me were female. I wouldn't hesitate to keep a man in his job, if he respected women, and treated them as equals. But if he showed any bias against us, I would replace him with someone better. Someone female.

Will had become Wendy now, and after six months as a woman, she was feeling the biological urge to be a mother herself. We went to a fertility doctor, and had her artificially inseminated. I had offered to let her take a man as a lover, but she said that she loved me so much, she could never cheat on me! So we used medical science to get her pregnant.

She too gave birth to a daughter. Now our girls are 12, 11 and 9. We are one big very happy family. One big happy ending.....

  

  

  

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