Overdrive

by Jennifer White

 

Joe was so frustrated with Kelli. He had been dating her for weeks, and still she wouldn't put out for him. He took her out to dinner. He bought her flowers. He dressed up all nice for her. But nothing! He even told her that he wasn't going to date any other chicks while he was with her, but even *that* wasn't good enough.

Of course, since she wasn't putting out for him, he *had* to keep seeing Felicia. It was Kelli's own fault. She was a hottie, but if she wasn't going to satisfy him, someone else was going to have to do it.

 

But then one day, Joe had a brilliant idea. He was a truck driver for a living, and he was grabbing lunch at a truckstop off the interstate. In the bathroom, they had a vending machine that sold condoms, and stuff like that. One of the items for sale was a packet of powder called "Hot & Horny". It was just what he needed for Kelli.

It said that it would drive your woman wild, by increasing female sex drive by 1000%! Joe realized that if he bought this, and could slip it into her glass, she'd drink it, and get horny. She'd want a man right away. And he would be there to satisfy her. It was a perfect plan.

He put four quarters into the machine, turned the dial to dispense the aphrodisiac, and put it into the pocket of his flannel shirt. He was going to see Kelli on Friday, so he'd work his plan then.

 

* * *

 

From eating out with her, Joe knew that Kelli loved red wine. So he bought a bottle, spending a whole eight bucks, to be sure it was a good brand. He read the label on the packet again, and rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

It wasn't clear how long it took to kick in, so Joe decided it was best to get her to drink it right away, so as the night wore on, when it did start to act on her, he'd be ready. He poured the white powder into a glass of red wine he poured, and stirred it up to dissolve it.

He put his untainted glass of wine on the right side of the couch, where he liked to sit (since he kept the remote on that table), and put Kelli's wine with the stuff in it on the other side.

Joe straightened up a bit, and before he was quite done, the doorbell rang. She was there! He wiped the sweat from his brow using the bottom of his T-shirt, and went to open the door for Kelli.

As usual, she was looking hot. Today, she was wearing really tight shorts, which were peach colored. Her top was white, skimpy, and she wasn't wearing a bra. Hot, hot, hot!

"Kelli, you really are looking good tonight, babe" said Joe.

"Thanks hon" she replied, with her sweet charming southern accent.

"Before we go out to dinner, I wanted us to have a quick drink, so we could celebrate."

"Celebrate what?" she said, puzzled.

"We've been dating for three weeks now! If that isn't worth celebrating, I don't know what is."

"Oh, you silly goose" she said. "Okay, I'll drink to that."

She went over to the wine glasses on the table, picked them up, and handed one to Joe. For a moment, he froze. Which one was which? He should have marked them somehow. They both looked the same, and now she might not drink from the right glass.

Joe decided that he'd trick her. He'd have her drink from *both* glasses. That would solve his problem.

"To us" he said.

"To us" she replied, clinking glasses.

They each sipped from their glasses, and smiled at each other.

 

A few minutes later, while Kelli was going to freshen up in the bathroom, Joe quickly switched their glasses around, so that she'd get the rest of the one he was drinking.

"Another toast" he said. "To a long relationship."

Chicks dug that. Calling it a relationship.

"Aw honey, you've got my glass" she said.

"How can you tell?" replied Joe.

"That glass has my lipstick on it. This one doesn't. Here, lets switch back."

Joe didn't have a choice. He had to take back the glass he had at first. They drank their toast, and he hoped that she had drank the right one. He was kicking himself for not having bought two packets of the stuff. He could have put them into both glasses, and then there would have been no way to screw things up.

 

Kelli wanted to go out to dinner, so he drove her to her favorite Italian place. It was expensive, but she loved it, and he was willing to blow his money on her, in hopes that it would loosen her up. Tonight she *had* to put out for him. She was on the stuff. Or at least he hoped so.

As they waited for a table, they drank a glass of wine at the bar. Joe smiled as he looked at Kelli.

"Are those new shoes?" he asked. "They really look nice on you."

"Why yes they are!" said Kelli, lighting up. "Thank you for noticing."

"How could I miss them!" replied Joe. "They really make your outfit."

Kelli was just delighted at this turn of events. Maybe he was faking it, but this was the first time that Joe had noticed some of the little things she had done to prepare for their date. And the first time that he wasn't acting like he was there just to get into her pants. It was a welcomed change, and made her think of Joe in a whole new light.

"I can tell you really worked hard to get ready for tonight" continued Joe.

"Really?" she said coyly.

"Just look at you Kelli. You just did your hair, and it looks like you got highlights when you had it cut this week. Your makeup came out *so* good, and I really love what that purple does to your eyes. It looks like you did more than just a polish change; did you get a whole manicure? Your nails look so good, and that color is perfect for you."

"Why yes!" she said, even more delighted. "I can't believe you noticed."

"How could I miss it? You obviously put a lot of time in, getting ready for tonight. You look awesome."

Kelli gave him a look which she never had before, and Joe felt elated. It was working. All of a sudden, for no reason at all, she was warming up to him. He was glad that it was kicking in already. He had feared that it might take too long, and that he might be gone by the time she was fully aroused. But now, here she was, making eyes at him, crossing her legs suggestive, and giving him *that* look. We was going to get lucky tonight. He just knew it. That made him feel a tingle between his legs, as he anticipated the excitement.

I was *so* cool that the stuff was working. All he had to do now was to stick with her until it kicked in all the way. His mind raced to think of things to ask her about doing, once dinner was over.

 

The pager in Joe's hand started flashing, breaking his concentration, as it indicated that their table was ready. He waved to the girl at the bar, to settle the check. She gave him the bill, and he left her a good tip. Kelli was amazed and impressed. He was normally on the cheap side.

"Wow, that was a generous tip" she said.

"Well, she was *so* busy, and she took good care of us. I bet her feet are aching, and so many people were grumpy having to wait for a table. She deserved a good tip. Those types of workers live off tips, and I would feel bad if I didn't leave her something decent."

Kelli took Joe's hand, as they followed the seater to their table.

 

The wine had really gone to Joe's head, and he was all giggly with Kelli, as they ordered. She wanted more wine, so he let her order a bottle. The waiter came out, and uncorked the bottle at their table. He poured them each a glass, as they giggled away, then left shaking his head.

"He's cute!" giggled Joe.

"Actually, he is!" replied Kelli. "I'm surprised you noticed."

"How could I miss him?" said Joe, breaking out in another fit of giggles. "Plus, there was that outfit, with that adorable apron."

Kelli smiled and nodded, but wondered what was wrong, but then she smiled. Joe had never shown that he had a softer, sensitive side yet. Maybe now that they had come to know each other better, he was finally letting her in on his true self. His overly macho attitude had made her wonder if he was really boyfriend material, or just someone cute to hang out with until someone better came along.

But here he was, being silly, even joking about how cute the waiter looked. Her heart softened, and she put her chin on her hands, as she stared at him with newfound respect and adoration. Up to now, she had been reluctant to show him off to her friends. But if he was confident enough in his manhood that he could do this, then perhaps he wasn't just a dumb guy with a cute bod. For the first time, she actually considered having a roll in the hay with him.

 

Joe smiled. It was working. Kelli was really loosening up. She was acting friendlier to him than she ever had, and she was looking at him as if *he* was that dreamy waiter. The stuff was working! She wanted him. He could feel it.

When the waiter came back to take their orders, Joe couldn't help but to take a sly glance at his package, as he stood there writing down Kelli's request for the salad dressing on the side, and steamed veggies instead of mashed potatoes. And after he ordered his own low-fat chicken salad for dinner, Joe watched the waiter walk away. He was cute from the back too.

"I'm impressed. Eating healthy now, are we?" said Kelli. Joe normally ordered the biggest item on the menu, and usually the one with the worst nutrition content.

"That salad just sounded so good for dinner" replied Joe. "It seemed to be the best choice on the whole menu."

They continued to talk together, and giggle as the polished off the bottle of wine, and ate their salads. Kelli was also floored at how Joe was actually paying attention to her, as she spoke. He asked questions to show that he was interested, he didn't interrupt her, and when it came his turn to talk, he found things to discuss other than just himself. It was like he was a new man. Kelli was delighted that she had got to know him well enough to find this side of him.

All that awful male posturing, aggression and self-centered attitude were gone now, and she realized what a wonderful person he really was. It had just taken time to get to know him, get past his defensive barriers, and now she was able to see his inner self.

"Dessert?" asked the waiter, as he cleared their plates.

"No thanks" said Kelli.

"Not for me either" said Joe.

He left the check. Joe again left a much better tip than usual, which impressed Kelli.

"Lets go out and do something!" said Joe, who now had some ideas. "We could go dancing, or take a long walk in the moonlight."

"I like dancing!" said Kelli. "I have to drag most guys to get them out on the dance floor with me. Lets do that!"

"Cool!" said Joe. "But you know, I don't feel comfortable going into a nice place dressed like this. Lets go shopping first, so we can pick out a better outfit for me."

"So, he likes to shop too!" thought Kelli, as she shook her head in amazement.

To her surprise, this was turning out to be a great night, a lot of fun, and one of the best dates she had ever been on. She walked hand in hand with Joe, back to the car. They drove to the mall, walked in, and started browsing in the windows of the shops which lined the main aisle.

"Ooh, look! Prada's on sale" she said as they looked at one store. "Let's go in."

"Sure" said Joe.

Kelli started by looking at the purses. But then she moved on to shoes. She wasn't going to buy any, but she decided to try a pair on, just to see how they looked. And all the time as she browsed, shopped, looked at prices, tried things on, compared colors, and had her fun, Joe never seemed impatient or disinterested.

"Wow, look at these boots" he said, much to her surprise, picking up a pair.

"Yes, those are really cute, with the big buckles, the pointy toes, and the high heels."

"What do you think" he said. "How would they look on me?"

"Those are girl's boots, silly" she said, laughing out loud.

"No, really. I mean, they're just so adorable. I want to try them on."

"I doubt they have your size honey" said Kelli.

"It can't hurt to ask. Miss? Can you come here please?"

Kelli thought Joe was mocking her somehow. He had the salesgirl bring out those boots, and another with a similar style, but chunkier heels. He tried them both on, and walked around in them.

"I think the ones with they chunky heel" said the salesgirl. "You look silly in the other ones."

"But they're so cute!" said Joe.

"Yes, but they look too girly for you. A lot of guys did wear boots with a bit of a heel in the 1960s though, so you could get away with those."

"All right" said Joe, disappointed. "You're the fashion expert. I'll take these."

"Anything else?" she said.

"Yes" whispered Joe to the salesgirl. "Get Kelli those heels she was trying on."

She salesgirl smiled. This was going to be a good sale for her. Two pairs at once.

"Okay, take those off, and I'll box them up for you."

"No thanks" said Joe. "I'm going to wear them home."

"No problem" said the girl, ringing up the sale. Joe didn't even flinch when the price came up on the register. He just gave her his credit card.

"Here you are Kelli. For you" he said, handing her the high heels.

"Oh Joe, I can't take these! They're too expensive! This is too much. I'm sorry, but I can't take them from you."

Joe got a sad look on his face, but Kelli didn't feel comfortable taking that expensive of a gift from someone she didn't know that closely. She told him she needed to go to "the little girl's room" to freshen up.

"Do you have these in my size?" said Joe to the salesgirl.

"I think so. Let me swap them out for you" she replied, eager to keep the sale of the ultra-expensive designer shoes.

"Good. And I'll take that purse, over there."

 

 

When he got outside the store, Kelli was nowhere to be seen, so Joe continued to window shop. The next store had a really cute outfit on sale, and he decided that he'd look much better in his new boots if he had *that* one on. He went inside, and worked with a very surprised saleswoman, who helped him find all the of the separates, in just his size.

He bought the outfit, and walked out into the mall to find Kelli again.

"What are you doing?" she said, gasping as she saw Joe.

His boots came up to his knees. Where the boots ended, the fringed bottom of his brown skirt started. At his waist, his tan patterned blouse hung over the edge of the top of his skirt. The blouse was sheer enough that you could see his bra beneath it. Kelli didn't know for sure, but she guessed (correctly) that he also had panties on. She was stunned. Joe had dressed himself up as a girl.

"I'm getting ready to go out dancing" he replied, as if *she* was the one who lost her mind.

"You can't go out like that!" she said.

"My thoughts exactly" he replied.

Her moment of relief was shattered however, with what he said next.

"I feel naked like this. I can't go out without at least *some* makeup on. Come on, lets go hit the cosmetics department!"

Kelli followed in horror, as Joe walked into the department store, and started buying makeup as if there was no tomorrow. He tried on products, had the girls at the makeup counter show him what colors were best for him, and he bought it all. From eyeliner to foundation, from lipgloss to rouge, from perfume to bodyspray, Joe filled his shopping bags.

"Oh no!" said Kelli. "What's the matter with you?"

"I'm not wearing any jewelry. That's what's the matter" said Joe, as he tugged her along to the kiosk in the mall where they sold cheap earrings, bracelets and necklaces. Ten minutes later, faux-diamond studs were in Joe's newly pierced ears, a heart shape dangled at the end of the necklace he wore, and his new bracelets glittered in the mall lights.

 

Kelli had enough. She was disgusted that Joe wasn't nice after all. He was a perv of the highest order. Here he was, pretending to be nice, when all along, he was some sicko who was dressing up like a girl in public. she was about to slap him and walk off, when she noticed *them*.

On Joe's chest, he wasn't flat anymore. There was a new swelling there. His bra was no longer empty; he was rapidly developing boobs on his chest.

"Joe...your chest" said Kelli, putting her hands over her mouth and taking a step back as she looked on him with horror and fear, rather than disgust now.

Joe put his hands on them, and shook his head.

"I wish they were bigger!" he said. "How am I ever going to attract the cute guys, if I had these tiny little fried eggs? I wish mine were nice and full, like yours Kel."

"No Joe! You don't want to have boobs!"

"Yes I do" he said matter-of-factly. "And will you please stop calling me by that vile disgusting name? You make it sound like I'm a guy or something. I would prefer if you'd use my proper name."

"And what is that?" she said.

"JoAnne."

 

Kelli stared at 'JoAnne'. His face had changed, and she hadn't even notice. His features looked softer now, his chin less chiseled, his nose smaller, his cheekbones higher. It wasn't just the makeup; his face was changing. She also realized that he wasn't looking down at her anymore; now they were looking eye to eye.

The truth of the situation was inescapable: he was becoming a girl.

 

"Come on Joe...I mean JoAnne. We need to get out of here. Let's go to my place."

"Great!" said Joe. "Then we can get ready to go out, and meet some guys."

Kelli felt a shiver go through her. He had gone off the deep end. He already thought he was a girl. She looked at the skirt he wore, and noticed that there was still a little bit of a bulge between his legs. He wasn't quite a girl *yet*. Maybe there was hope for him.

 

* * *

 

Kelli drove home as fast as she could, then got Jo inside. On the way home, he was talking as if he really was a girl. She was pleasant, but in her mind, she was working on a way to stop whatever it was that was happening to her friend.

She had an idea, as they pulled up into the driveway. He still had *some* amount of man left in him, at least in his body. She would bring that out, and maybe it would get stronger. She told Jo to follow her to the bedroom.

"Why?" he asked.

"I want to show you something" she said.

Inside, she shut the door, even though there was nobody there except for Jo and herself. She smiled, and started to pull off her tank top.

"What are you doing?" said Jo.

"Showing you something" said Kelli, as she tossed her top to the floor, and started to undo her bra.

"Show me what?" he said, starting to turn away.

"These" she replied, cupping her hands under her generous breasts. Jo's were larger now, having gained in size since they left the mall. But Kelli's were still bigger and fuller.

"Very nice" said Jo coldly. "Yes, I wish mine were that pretty. Now will you put your shirt back on please?"

"What do you think about this?" said Kelli, letting her skirt fall to the ground. She put her hand over the crotch of her red panties, and spread her fingers apart. "Wouldn't you like to get into here? Take me baby. I'm yours."

"Kelli! I don't go that way!" said Jo, in an angry tone of voice. "I can't believe that my girlfriend would try to seduce me like this. What in the world would ever make you think that I would want to be with another girl? Geez! I mean, that just isn't natural. I thought you liked guys, Kel. Why are you doing this?"

Kelli collapsed to the bed, put her head in her hands, and tried to stop the tears. But they flowed freely now, and she was sobbing.

"Kel? Honey? Please don't cry. I won't tell anyone that you're a lesbian. It will be our little secret."

"Oh Joe, don't you see what's happening to you?" she sobbed.

"No..." he replied. "Tell me."

"You're becoming a girl! Just look at you! You've got boobs! You're pretty now. You've gotten shorter. Earlier today, you were a man, and now you're a girl!"

"Kelli, I know you're upset, but now you're talking crazy" said Jo. I've *always* been a girl."

"Then look in your wallet. Look at your drivers license. Tell me what you see."

Jo reached into the new purse, and pulled out a wallet. Inside, there was a stack of credit cards, money, proof of insurance, and finally a drivers license.

"How did you do that?" he said.

"What?" said Kelli.

"You put a guy's license into my wallet. When did you go through my purse?"

"Joe, I didn't. I've never touched it. That picture on the license, that is *you*. You're changing before my very eyes."

"What do you mean?"

"Jo, lift up your skirt."

"What, you're trying to make another pass at me?"

"Just do it!!!!" screamed Kelli.

Jo lifted the skirt up. Indeed, there were panties underneath it. They were white, and they laid flat against him. He *was* a girl now. Kelli felt crushed, as if it was somehow her fault. Over the past few hours, she had seen a man transform, and become a woman. It was impossible. But it was real.

"How do you feel?" she said, as she put her bra and shirt back on.

"Frisky" said Jo.

"Frisky?" replied Kelli.

"Ummm. Yes. Come on Kel. Let's go out and find us some guys. I know that we're supposed to take our time and be choosy, but I'm so hot to trot, I've got to get me some loving right away. I mean, just thinking about being with a guy, I'm getting wet all ready!"

Jo licked her lips, and Kelli cringed. Something was seriously wrong. Joe *was* JoAnne now, and *she* really wanted it. But maybe she could use that. Maybe if he was faced with a guy coming onto him, the true Joe would reappear. It was all she could think of.

"I know a pickup bar" she said.

"Awesome!" said Jo, giving her a girlfriend-hug. "I'm feeling foxy. I'll find a guy, and pop his cork. I know you're in some lesbian phase, but come on babe, maybe you can find a guy too. That will be good for you. Get you back on the right side of the fence, if you know what I mean."

"That's just what I was thinking."

 

They got into the car, and started to drive. But then, she had an even better idea. Something had changed in Joe, back at his place, when they first got together. Kelli decided that she needed to snoop around, and see if there were any clues as to what had happened. She needed an excuse to get him home for a while. A very easy and obvious one popped into her head.

"JoAnne, you want to pick up guys, right?" she said.

"Oh yeah!" replied Jo, licking his lips.

Actually, technically, it was *her* lips now, but Kelli just couldn't bring herself to think of 'him' as 'her'.

"Well then, don't you think you should shave your legs first? I mean, what kind of guys are you going to attract looking all fuzzy like that? And honey, this isn't France. You should keep your armpits shaved too."

"I am *so* embarrassed" said Jo, turning red. "I just don't understand how I could have forgotten to shave when I took my shower this morning. I'm so stupid. Please Kel, can we stop by my place so I can get rid of all this nasty hair? Please?"

"Sure, Jo. No problem. Lets make a quick stop there. We'll get you all ready, so you look your best."

"Thank you *so* much for being understanding. You're such a good friend."

Kelli didn't *feel* like she was being a friend. She felt manipulative, and she was torn up inside about whether she was doing the right thing of not. Maybe she should be taking Joe to a hospital. But what would they say if she brought Jo in, and told them "he was a guy, but he just turned into a girl". Even Joe didn't seem to think he was ever a guy. No, that was not a good option. They would think that *she* was crazy, and want to examine *her*. No, she had to take him home. It was for his own good.

 

They pulled up into the driveway, then went inside.

"I am *so* sorry" said Jo.

"For what?" asked Kelli."

"My place. It looks like a *guy* lives here or something. I've really let it slip. I feel awful that you have to see it looking like this. I am going to redecorate it, starting tomorrow. I feel so bad that you're seeing it in such a sorry state."

Earlier in the day, 'Joe' had been proud of how he had cleaned it up, and how it looked. But now, looking through a woman's eyes, it was terrible. This, more than Jo's large bosom or wide birthing hips made Kelli realize that he really had crossed over the line. He was truly thinking like a girl now.

As he entered the bathroom and started to run the hot water for a shower, where he would shave his legs and armpits, Kelli felt terrible. Something inside pulled at her, and she felt that somehow this whole thing was her fault. She started to snoop around, and she had that same old feeling, as when she had snuck a read of her sister's diary when they were both young girls. She felt rotten for doing this, but it was for Joe's own good. If she was going to get him back to being a guy, she had to figure out what had happened.

She started in the livingroom, as she heard Joe enter the shower. He was humming an old Olivia Newton-John song, then started singing in an off-key voice that made her cringe. She found nothing there, so she went to the kitchen. She looked at the counter, in the sink, and on the table. Nothing.

She was starting to give up, when she caught sight of something in the garbage. It was a bright pink packet, with traces of powder on the edges. What had caught her eye was the outline of a naked woman, with large breasts. Kind of like those sleazy mud flaps on cars that overly macho guys drove.

She picked it up, and looked on the back. She gasped with an open mouth as she read the words:

 

Hot & Horny

Nothing revs her engine like the original Hot & Horny! Dissolves

instantly in liquid, and guaranteed to increase her female sexual desire

by 1000%!!! One sip of this, and she will go crazy for you. Make her

all yours tonight with Hot & Horny.

 

Kelli's mood instantly sifted from one of guilt and self doubt, to *rage*. That pervert Joe, had tried to drug her, to get her into bed with him! He had bought an aphrodisiac, but he was too stupid, and had taken it himself! It had increased *his* female sexual desire 1000%, and turned him into a woman!

She could hear that he was out of the shower now. He would be putting on his female clothes, his makeup, and trying to make his hair look pretty. Kelli stewed, as she decided what she would do with him. She *did* know a pickup bar, where the guys were sleazy, and would jump all over the chance to pick up someone easy, like Jo.

Kelli pretended to be friendly, and helped Jo apply way more makeup than you would normally need. Then she got Jo into the car, and drove to the bar, just off the interstate. It was filled with bikers, truckers, career alcoholics, and sleazeballs of all descriptions. They went inside, and within five minutes, three different guys sent them drinks.

And soon after, there was a constant parade of guys hitting on them. Jo wanted to grab each and every one of them, but Kelli kept holding her off. Finally, she found the right one for Jo. A real grease ball, with leather jacket, slicked back hair, and everything. A real low-class loser. Just who she wanted to stick Jo with.

He started hitting on them both, and Kelli gave Jo a nod of approval.

"Go for it. He's the one" she whispered into Jo's ear.

"So baby" said Jo, "why are we wasting time here? Do you know of somewhere more private?"

"I sure do babe" said the guy. "I know a place just up the road. They rent rooms by the hour."

"Perfect" purred Jo. "I can't wait. You're getting me wet already."

Kelli smiled. Perfect. Sleazeball Jo would go off with Mr. Grease ball, and they would be perfect for each other.

"And how about you, babe?" said the guy to Kelli, much to her surprise. "Want to make it a threesome?"

"Oh no thanks, I'm not into that" said Kelli.

"What, you're not attracted to me?" he said, as if he was god's gift to women.

"Tell her Jo" said Kelli.

"She's a lesbian" whispered Jo to the guy. He nodded. One of those.

"Lets go then" he said, putting his arm around Jo.

"I'll just head home" said Kelli. "You two have a good time tonight."

"Oh we will" said the guy, as Jo was putting her hands into his back pocket, and nibbling on his ear. "We will."

Kelli got in her car, and drove away as fast as she could. She felt like she needed a shower, now! She felt all dirty from having even been in a dive like that. Inside, she felt satisfaction. Jo would bed Mr. Grease ball, and he'd probably dump her back at the bar. Then she'd find someone else. Maybe a bunch of them. One after the other. She'd get a reputation as a slut, and the kind of guys who hung out there would line up for her. Easy pickings.

Kelli only felt a little guilty about what she had done to Jo. But he deserved it. He had tried to make *her* become a slut, and that was unforgivable. It was poetic justice for him to wind up as the thing he had tried to turn her into. In no time, her guilt melted away, and she laughed at what a jam Jo was in now. He had done it to himself. Or herself, now.

 

* * *

 

It was two months later, when Kelli got the phone call. It was Jo. And she was upset.

"Can I come over and talk to you Kelli? Please?"

She sounded so sad, so lost. Kelli had been *so* upset that Joe had tried to use something on her, against her will, to make her want to go to bed with him. She could never forgive that. But she did feel sort of a responsibility in a way. So she gave in, and told Jo to come on over.

Half an hour later, Jo arrived. She was wearing a pretty dress, her hair looked long and beautiful. She had learned to put on makeup very well, and she looked like she had adjusted to being a woman.

"So, do you still hit on every guy you see?" said Kelli coldly. She might have allowed Jo to come over, but she was far from forgiving her.

"No. I don't know what happened. I used to get uncontrollably turned on by every man I saw. But now, I can see that they just wanted me for sex. I don't want a man who just uses me and discards me. I want a man who will love me, support me, and want to commit to a relationship with only me."

Kelli was impressed. Jo was even thinking like a girl now.

"And so what's the matter that you just had to see me?"

"Two things" said Jo. "First of all, I've been having these memories. I can't remember much of my life before a few months ago, which is really weird. But from what I do remember, it seems as if I used to be a guy. I remember doing things as a guy. I remember *dating* you Kelli. Am I crazy?"

"No JoAnne. You used to be Joe. You used to be a guy. But then you changed."

"How is that possible?" said Jo.

"You tried to drug me with something that would increase my female sex drive by 1000%. But *you* seem to have taken it by accident, and it increased *your* female sex drive. Your body seemed to have followed your mind and your desires."

"I tried to do that to you?" said Jo, tears forming in her eyes.

"Yes" said Kelli coldly.

"Oh my god!" said Jo, now sobbing. "And you're still willing to talk to me? That was so *awful* what I did to you. Unforgivable. I'm such a terrible person! How could I be so insensitive? Oh my god!"

Kelli looked at Jo, as she sobbed. She really seamed sorry. It was a surprise to her that she had done that to her. Kelli's heart melted with sympathy. It wasn't JoAnne who tried to trick her, it was Joe. Perhaps Joe wasn't worthy of her sympathy, but maybe JoAnne was.

"Don't feel bad Jo. You were a guy then. But now you're a woman, and I know you'd never do anything like that again."

"But I'm so horrible! I hate myself!" cried Jo.

"There, there" said Kelli. "There, there."

She spent half an hour to calm down Jo, and to make her feel less upset. It wasn't her fault. It was her former male brain that did it. Now she was a woman. Now she was okay.

 

"You said you had two things to tell me" said Kelli.

"Yes. The other thing. For the first month after I guess I transformed into a woman, I was pretty loose. I slept with three, four, five guys a night. And now I'm pregnant, and I don't know who the father is. What do I do? I am *so* scared!"

The sobbing started all over again. Kelli attempted to comfort her.

"I'm sorry Jo, but I can't tell you what to do. In your situation, only you can make the choice. There is no one answer. What's right for me, and what I would do, is not what the right thing is for you. I can't tell you what to do, I can't even make a recommendation. You have to decide. It is your life, and your baby. Whatever you choose, you will have to live with for the rest of your life."

She held Jo in her arms, dried her tears, and talked with her for hours.

"I'm going to keep the baby" said Jo, suddenly, much to Kelli's surprise.

"You are?"

"Yes. That is the most womanly thing I can do. As my atonement for what I did as a man, I think the best thing I can do is to throw myself into womanhood, to try and make up for my sins. I want to be a mother. I want to have my baby, and raise her to be kind, gentle, loving, and good. Like you."

"That is so sweet" said Kelli.

"I'm sure it's what I want to do" said Jo. "I am a woman now, and that is how I want to live the rest of my life. No more wild nights with men for me. No more being a jerk. I am a woman, and I will live as a proper lady from now on. I want to be more like you Kelli. You're my hero."

Kelli gave JoAnne another hug.

 

From that day forward, they were close friends. JoAnne even named Kelli as her baby's godmother. She named her Kennedy, with the 'K' coming from Kelli. Today, little Kennedy and JoAnne are happy together, enjoying every moment as JoAnne nurtures her, and Kennedy grows up to be a pretty little girl.

It is very ironic. Joe thought he'd find happiness by making love with a beautiful woman, but in the end, he found *true* happiness by *being* a beautiful woman, having a baby girl, and devoting her life to the welfare of her child. True happiness came from Jo's newfound femininity.

 

The End

  

  

  

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