Timing Is Everything

by Jennifer White

   

All his life, Randy had always wished that he had been born as a girl. As a young boy, he watched his three old sisters primping and preening in front of the mirror, their skirts swishing and their high heels clicking on the floor as they hurried to prepare for their dates. When they had all left the house, he would run into their rooms, try on their clothes, and pretend that he too was one of them.

As he got older, he started dating girls. Although he wished he was female like them, they were still the only objects of his sexual desire. He loved women, and everything about them. He truly loved his girlfriends, worshiping the ground they walked on, even as he wished he was them. It felt to him like a privilege to be sitting next to a pretty girl, holding her hand.

But when he went to bed at night, he would always wish with all his heart, that he could be a girl too. He wanted so much to be one! But he was fated to be a man. He had to shave his face every day now. Hair was growing on his chest. His voice was getting deeper. He felt like every single day he was being pulled further and further away from having a body like a girl, and he didn't like it one bit. He cursed the fact that he was born into a stupid male body!

* * *

It was a Friday, and Randy was glad to be done with school for the week. There wasn't too much homework for the weekend, which was nice. And even better yet, he was going out on a date with Monica. She was really sweet. She was short but sassy, pretty, smart, and she seemed to exemplify everything about women that he loved. If he had been lucky enough to have been born as a girl, he decided that he would have turned out just like her.

As he put on his good clothes for the date, he wondered what she was putting on. She'd be doing her makeup, no doubt, and her hair. He wished that he could have long pretty hair like her. He wished that he could go out wearing makeup, instead of only being able to put it on when he was alone. His sisters were all off at college now, and he had quite a bit of access to the things they had left behind at home.

He walked to the bus station, and rode the bus downtown, where Monica would meet him. He didn't have a car, so he couldn't pick her up. She told him that her sister would drop her off, and drive them both home. And so he took the half hour long bus ride into the city.

At one of the many stops, he saw an old woman getting on the bus, carrying a heavy shopping bag. Randy stood up, and helped her by carrying the bag for her. He even gave up his seat, so that she wouldn't have to stand. He was young, and it wouldn't be a bother for him. Plus, he'd be helping out a woman, which was something he always tried to do. The old woman was very thankful for his help. When he turned to get off the bus at the next stop, the woman spoke to him.

"Bless you, child" she said in her foreign sounding accent. "You're so kind to help out an old woman like myself. May you have all of the joy and happiness you deserve in your life."

"No problem, Ma'am" replied Randy, as the door closed, and the bus drove away. He smiled. Another good deed done. He turned to walk into the restaurant, hoping that he beat Monica there.

Much to his delight, just as he was checking on the reservation, she walked in. He smiled at her. She looked so pretty! She was wearing a light blue skirt, along with a light blue sleeveless top that had sparkles sewn into the fabric. She had white high heel shoes on, as well as far more makeup and jewelry than she wore around school. Her hair looked so cute with a band it in. The ends curled inwards towards her glowing face.

"Wow" said Randy. "You look amazing!"

"Thanks" she said, looking away and blushing. "You look very nice too."

Randy had done his best. He wore his best slacks, a dress shirt, and a sports jacket. He had even shined his shoes. He wished that he could have come in heels like her, but everyone would have laughed at him. All he could do was to worship Monica for being the perfect ideal of femininity. She was so lucky to have been born a girl! He wished he was one too, just like her.

They sat down together, with Randy taking off his jacket, since it was quite warm inside. As luck would have it, the table next to them was occupied by a family including one of Randy's best friends from school, Mike. He waved hello, but kept his full attention on Monica. He knew that Mike and most of the guys at school were jealous of him for having such a hottie for a girlfriend, but he wasn't seeing her for bragging rights. He felt something for her, a need to be with her.

Monica and Randy talked, then placed their order with the waitress. Randy had studied his sisters very carefully, and had taught himself to communicate with girls the way that they talked with each other. He tried not to be like the boys; he wished he was a girl, and he refused to act like some of the boys where were such pigs, in his opinion. That made him a big hit on a date, knowing the proper way to ask questions, how to show his interest in her, and how not to come on too strong, as many inexperienced young men did.

Randy was listening to Monica talk about her day at school, when something started to happen which he didn't even notice. His wish began to come true. He hadn't realized it, but the old woman he had helped out on the bus was actually a very powerful sorceress. When she had bestowed her blessing on him, she had granted him the power to make his deepest wish come true. Just before he sat down, he had made his wish. Not, it was starting to become real.

Randy didn't notice the subtle changes at first. He had no way to notice that under his dress shirt, the hairs on his chest were becoming more and more fine, until they disappeared from view. The same happened to the hairs on his arms, hidden under the sleeves of his shirt. Under the cuffs of his shirt, his wrists were becoming just a little finer and thinner. And then there was the activity on his chest.

Hidden from view by his shirt, the area around Randy's nipples was starting to change. First, there was a slight swelling underneath both of his nipples, followed by a growth spurt. Both the area under his nipples, as well as the nipples themselves were starting to get larger. As soft gentle mounds began to form on his chest, the dark ring of color around his enlarged nipples began to expand out wider too. Finally, the nipples became large enough that they both made a point in his shirt and start to show through. And very gradually, the mounds behind them continued to grow in both width, and height, gaining in fullness moment by moment.

Randy and Monica were eating their salads now, still talking, as the changes continued to mount. Randy's shirt collar was buttoned closed, so his Adam's Apple was obscured from sight, as it started to shrink. The lighting was dim, and Monica couldn't yet see that his nose was getting smaller, even as his cheekbones gradually became more pronounced. All it did was to make him look subtly younger. The ever so slight upward movement to the pitch of his voice wasn't yet enough to be noticed either. Many young men had their voices crack at that age.

Deep inside Randy's body, other changes had already started too. He had no way to notice that while is penis had shrunk just a little, and his balls were tightening up into a smaller size as well, new things were starting to form inside him. Small structures that would grow up to ovaries, fallopian tubes, a cervix and a uterus were already in place, rapidly gaining in size. Randy's hips were rearranging themselves to be wider, so that his body would have room enough for a baby to come down the birth canal, once his female organs were fully formed.

Yet he did not notice any of this at all; his full attention was on Monica. He tried not to stare at her wonderful full boobs. They were so perfect in their shape! Today at school, he had noticed that she had gone without a bra, and he had been able to see the outline of her nipples beneath her tight sweater. Wow, how that had turned him on! Her boobs were pointed right at him as she faced him. Little did he realize that soon, he would have his wish, and be stacked, just like her.

In fact, the little boobs on his chest were identical to hers, when she had just started to fill out her first bra. Down to the bumps on the aereolae, the boobs forming on him were a carbon copy of Monica's. He didn't yet realize it, but he was becoming just like her, in accordance with his wish.

Now they were eating their entree, as the changes in Randy continued. All of his concentration was still focused on Monica, and still he didn't notice a thing, as his body become more and more female, less and less male. Between his legs, his balls had shrunk down to almost nothing now, as his tiny penis, the size of a newborn baby's, started to pull back up inside. If he had looked in his pants, he would have seen the beginning of what would become his labia starting to form. Soon there would be a slit there, leading to his vagina, which was now increasing in size rapidly.

Randy's ovaries were functional now. In fact, his bloodstream was being inundated with estrogen, while the last of the testosterone in him started to dissipate and fade out to a level normal for a female. And all the while, his boobs continued to grow larger and larger. His nipples were quite large now, making the points on his shirt stand out even more, as the mounds on his chest now pushed out on his shirt, causing the button in between them to strain just a bit.

As they ate, all of a sudden, Monica's face went from a smile to a frown.

"I can't believe you're so mean that you'd tease me like that" said Monica.

"What?" said Randy, not knowing what he had done to upset her.

"You know very well" she said, folding her arms.

"Monica, I don't know what you mean. Please, talk to me!"

Monica sighed. He was being cruel now.

"As I'm sure you noticed, I didn't wear a bra to school today. All of mine were dirty, and I refused to wear one that wasn't fresh. All of the girls were teasing me because you could see my nipples under my shirt. I didn't expect you to tease me about it too."

"I'm not teasing you!" said Randy, defensively.

"Yes you are" she said, almost in tears now.

"How? Tell me how I'm teasing you?" asked a befuddled Randy.

"You bought some fake nipples, and you put them on under your shirt" she said, as she used her napkin to dry her eyes a bit. She could see them under his shirt now. She hadn't noticed when he put them on, but it had to be to tease her. She was quite upset!

"I didn't...." started Randy, as he looked down at himself to see what she mean. His eyes went wide when he saw himself there. He didn't just have the outline of two nipples pushing against his shirt... he had boobs growing there too! Boobs! On him! He shuddered as he realized that his wish was becoming true. In public, in front of Monica! And in front of his best friend, Mike!

"Whoa" he said.

He didn't know why it was happening, and part of him was overjoyed that his deepest desire was starting to come true. But not in front of his girlfriend! Not in public, where people could see him! And not in front of his best male friend! He blushed, as embarrassment overtook him.

"Oh my god..." he said, as he put his hands on them. They were real. They were a part of him! He tried to cover them by crossing his arms so nobody could see that he was rapidly developing boobs.

"What?" said Monica, confused. "You didn't put something under your shirt to tease me?"

"Monica, I think I'm developing boobs" said Randy, as he cupped them in his hand. "How is this possible?"

"Come with me. Lets go somewhere private. I want you to show me that you're not putting me on."

She still didn't quite trust him. Boys didn't just get boobs on their chests! She went with him towards the rest room in the back. There was an office door open, with nobody inside. They stepped into the room, turned on the light, closed the door, and locked it. With a trembling hand, Randy unbuttoned his shirt. There on his chest, plain for him to see as well as Monica, were a little pair of boobs! They looked so young and firm. The word that came to her mind for them was "perky".

"I can't believe it!" she said, as she touched them to see if they were real. "You've got yourself a pair of perky breasts!"

She felt their warmth. They were real. Randy's eyes closed as her hand touched them.

"Wow" he said. "That feels so good. It's making me feel, I don't know... something....."

"What?" asked Monica, as she withdrew her hand in fear.

Randy had fear in his eyes as he reached down to touch himself between his legs. There was nothing there to feel.

"You had better turn your back for a moment" said Randy, as he began to remove his pants. He pulled them down, followed by his boxers. He reached down between his legs, and confirmed what he felt a moment ago: he no longer had a penis. Instead, there was just a slit down there, going across the soft mound. His fingers touched the lips of his new labia. He had a labia! He had a pussy now! He was becoming a girl! The could feel a glistening moisture there. That was what he had been feeling.

"Wow" he said.

"What is it?" asked Monica.

"You won't believe this, but I've got a... a pussy down here!" said Randy. "What I was feeling when you were touching my boobs... you were making me wet!"

He pulled up his boxers, and turned around, telling Monica it was safe to look again. He pulled his pants up higher, above his hips, to where his waist now narrowed down. He had curves. He was a girl! Monica stared at his face. How had she not noticed that right there, before her eyes, her boyfriend had turned into a girl?

"Randy, shouldn't you be upset? You seem like you're happy about this or something. I don't understand."

Randy sat down, and for the first time in his life, he opened up about his true inner feelings. He told Monica about how he had always wished that he was a girl. He told her how he loved her, but he had always wanted to be just like her. And not it appeared that it was happening to him.

"I don't know how. I don't know why. But its happening now" said Randy in his increasingly girlish sounding voice.

"I'm so glad you opened up like that and told me about yourself" said Monica. "I have something to tell you about me. But I think we should get you out of here first."

"Thanks" said Randy, thankfully. "I don't want Mike to see me like this! Do you realize how cruel the guys will be if they hear about this? They'll be all over me at school."

"Wait here a moment" said Monica. "I'll give the waitress some money for our tab, grab my car, then pick you up in back."

"Thank you so much" said Randy, as Monica trotted off as fast as she could in her heels. He sat in the room, sweating for several minutes with worry about being discovered, as he looked at himself in the mirror on the wall. He couldn't believe it was him in the mirror! He was looking so much like a girl now. In fact, from head to toe there were almost no traces left of his former maleness. He was a girl now, in every way. He smiled as he saw the pretty girl looking back in the mirror. He was a girl now. Him!

Randy hurried out the back door. His shoes were almost falling off his feet, since they had become so much smaller. He was thankful to see Monica's car waiting there for him. He jumped in, closed the door, and they drove off.

"My parents are out of town for the weekend" she said. "I was going to ask you to come home with me after dinner. You were going to get lucky tonight. I was going to let you take me."

Randy was kind of shocked. He hadn't expected for her to have been planning that! If only his wonderful transformation could have waited one more day!

"You said you had something to tell me" he asked, as they turned down Monica's street.

"I do. But lets get you inside first, and get you dressed up. You look silly wearing boy's clothes."

Randy nodded he was a girl now. He got out of the car, and hurried into the house with Monica. She led him by the hand to her bedroom. Monica opened up the closet door, and started to dig through her clothes.

"Lets find something nice for you to wear" she said. "Would you like to try on one of my skirts?"

"To tell you the truth" said Randy, "I've worn them many times. I borrowed them from my sisters, you see. But I was never able to put on a cool pair of crop pants, because I could never get them around my big legs, or around my waist. Could I try on those blue ones you wore to school on Wednesday? Those would be awesome."

Monica smiled. She pulled them off the hanger, and handed them to Randy.

"And I suppose you've worn a cami before then too?" she asked.

"Oh yes. What I'd love to try though is to wear a silky cami, with a deep V-neck sweater, so at the bottom of the 'V' you get a peak at the lacy trim of the cami. I love that look so much. You wore something like that a few weeks ago."

"I'm impressed" said Monica. "You really know my outfits! Let me get those for you."

She dug around until she found both the cami and the sweater that Randy wanted. Then she smiled as she opened up her dresser drawer. She pulled out a silky pair of panties, then a white lacy bra. She handed them to Randy.

"We can't have you going around in boxers or briefs now, can we?" she said with a giggle. "You're a girl now."

Randy smiled as he took them from her. It felt so wonderful to be a real girl!

"Your boobs look like they're the same size as mine. I'm pretty sure my bra will fit you. If it isn't right, we can try one of my moms."

"No, I think we're a mirror image in our chests" said Randy, as he started to take off his male clothes. He shyly turned his back to her when he removed his boxers, and he could resist putting his hand on his new pussy. He couldn't wait to explore it! He pulled on the panties, and then the bra.

"I can see you've worn a bra before" said Monica, as Randy put it on with an expert hand. He smiled as he pulled on the tight pants, the cami, and then the sweater. He looked in the mirror, and grinned from ear to ear. He had always dreamed of looking that way!

"Would you like to put on some makeup?" asked Monica.

"You read my mind!" he enthused. He sat down, and with her help, he soon had done up his face. He'd worn makeup before of course, but it wasn't something he was very good at yet. But with her help, he did a credible job. As he put down the mascara and looked in the mirror again, he realized that the old Randy was gone, replaced completely by the girl he had become.

"I'm not Randy anymore" he whispered.

"No you're not" said Monica. "When you dress up, do you have a name for yourself?"

"Catherine" he said.

"You look very pretty, Catherine" she said.

Randy's heart just melted. All his life he had wished that he'd be a girl. Now he was one. He was wearing the clothes he had always longed to wear. He was pretty and feminine. And now Monica was even calling him by the girl's name he had always wish he had been born with. She had called him Catherine! How wonderful that felt.

"Come sit here next to me on the bed, Catherine" said Monica.

Randy stood up, and sat down next to his girlfriend. They smiled at each other. Monica ran her hand through Randy's long hair that had formed since his transformation had started. She put her hand on his cheek, and commented on how soft his skin was now.

"Before I dated you" she said, "I hadn't dated a boy before."

"I can't believe that" he replied. "You're so wonderful! So smart, so pretty... How could you have not dated?"

"Oh, I had dates before" she said. "Just not with boys."

Randy stared at her, unsure what she meant.

"What I'm trying to tell you" she said, "Is that since I was little, I always knew that would marry a woman. Before you came, I dated girls. I never felt an attraction for a male, before you."

Randy was shocked. Monica was a lesbian!

"I guess the only reason I did feel something for you, was that you were really a girl on the inside. I didn't know if I could take it, being in love with a boy. I had wished sometimes that you were a girl, so that I could fully give my heart to you. I was going to try and be the kind of girl that boy's wanted, by letting you have me tonight. But now you're a girl, so...."

"Monica" said Randy, "I may be a girl now, but I don't feel any different about you. I had always wished I was a girl, but I've never felt any attraction whatsoever for boys. I always knew that if I was a girl, I'd still want to be with a girl. I may be Catherine now, but I still want you."

Monica looked up at him, right in the eyes, not daring to hope that she might actually be so lucky that the perfect girl on her bed might actually want her.

"When you touched me on the bb...." said Randy. "I can't describe the way that made me feel! I've never felt such a strong attraction before in my life. I want you so much. I'm getting wet again, just being so close to you like this. I want to touch you more than anything..."

He was cut off in mid-sentence as Monica pulled him towards her, and kissed him so hard that it took his breath away. His head was spinning, as she started to touch him all over, exploring his perfect new female body. The way she touched his boobs! The way her long fingernails dug in as she hugged him! He was so turned on.

He responded in kind by exploring her perfect young body as well. Soon they were taking off each other's clothes. And it just kept feeling better and better for Randy. With his former male body, things had been so different. In just a few moments as a young male, he could get completely aroused and fully erect. Then in under a minute, he could make himself come.

But this new female body of his was a real marvel! As Monica continued to gently touch him all over, she somehow kept heightening the sense of anticipation. It kept building up, and Randy instinctively knew it would take a long time until he could have a release. This wasn't going to be a "quickie"; this was going to take some time. But it was going to be well worth it.

Only now did Monica begin to touch him in his more sensitive areas. She was gently cupping his new breasts in her hands, using her thumb to lightly trace circles around the dark circles surrounding his nipples. She leaned over and started to suck on his left nipple, while she started to lightly pinch other right one. Wow. Randy was floored at how it felt! He ached now for her to stimulate him between the legs.

But Monica took her time. When she finally started to explore down there with her hand, he thought she was going to touch him and relieve the tension he felt, and his need for release. But she only grazed his neatly trimmed pubic hair, then moved her hand away. Then she moved her hand near the slit between his legs, but then withdrew again.

All of this just served to heighten his anticipation even more, so that when she finally treated Randy to a gentle touch on the lips of his new labia, he felt an electric thrill run through his entire body. He hadn't even come close to reaching orgasm yet, but everything was already way better than what it felt like to come as a male!

"Lay down on the bed, my love" said Monica, her voice a husky whisper. "I have something I used to use with my last girlfriend."

Randy laid back on the bed, and spread his legs wide open. He was so excited now, wondering what Monica was retrieving now. He looked up to see her fastening a leather harness around her legs and waist. In the middle of the harness was a large, realistic looking dld. It made it look like she had a massive hard-on! She smiled, and walked towards him. Just for a moment, he felt an inner fear. He didn't like penises! He didn't want to see Monica with one on her, and he didn't want to feel one penetrate him!

But before he knew what was happening, Monica used her hand to guide it toward the top of the slit between his legs, and pushed the tip forward just enough to start stimulating his new clit. Randy's eyes were going to pop out of his head from what he was seeing, but the feeling when Monica started to stimulate his clit! He never imagined how that could feel! He let out an involuntary moan, and his eyes closed themselves, as his head threw itself back in pleasure.

As Monica pushed herself forward, deeper into his fresh new vagina, he actually saw stars. He felt a warm glow of love for Monica, and he just melted inside. She started to pull back, then thrust deep into him.

"How does it feel to be a girl now?" she said.

Randy was unable to answer. He was undergoing his very first female orgasm, and he found himself unable to even speak. A loader moan escaped his lips, and he couldn't even think. All that he could do was feel. His love for Monica. And the overwhelming pleasure that flowed through his new body.

Randy put her hands on her own breasts. As she again saw stars, any residual internal identification as a boy was gone. She thought of herself as a girl now. She wasn't Randy anymore, she was Catherine. Her transformation was complete now. Randy was gone forever, and now Catherine lived in his place.

Catherine suddenly felt very sensitive between her legs, and she had to make Monica stop.

"Oh my god!" she said. "I love you so much Monica. Let me do you now. Tell me what you want"

"I want you to go down on me" said Monica, as she took a seat on the bed next to Catherine.

Catherine didn't even bother removing Monica's strap-on. The straps were cut to allow access to Monica's pussy, so she simply pushed the large fake penis out of the way with her hand, and put her tongue onto Monica's sweet pussy. She was careful to go slowly, be gentle, as well as trying her best to read Monica's reactions, so she could be sure to give her what she liked.

With minimal guidance from Monica, Catherine was able to make her climx three times. When it was all done, the two girls laid together in the bed, holding each other close, kissing, talking, and eventually falling asleep together, with Monica still wearing her strap-on.

* * *

In the morning, Catherine awoke up on her back, underneath Monica. She was being kissed hard. Her eyes closed, as Monica held her down by the wrists. Somehow, it felt so good to her, for Monica to be the one taking the lead. She spread her legs wide open, and she could feel Monica push the strap-on into her. But this time it felt different somehow. It was warmer, and it almost seemed softer to her as it rubbed against her clit.

"I want you so much baby" said Monica, her voice strained as she started to really pound Catherine, harder and harder. This wasn't the gentle way she had done it the night before; this was hard and fast. Yet it was still turning Catherine on, even more. She looked at Monica's boobs bouncing as she moved up and down on top of her, and she felt so turned on. She grasped her own boobs with her hands, touching her own nipples to feel even more aroused. Her boobs were even bigger than Monica's now. They must have kept growing during the night, she guessed.

Suddenly, she felt something strange: a warm gushing wetness in between her legs, leaking out of her, as Monica's muscles suddenly started to go limp, and her eyes closed.

"What just happened?" asked Catherine.

"I just came inside you" replied Monica.

"What do you mean?" she replied, confused.

"I mean, I woke up with this" said Monica, rolling off of her.

Catherine's eyes lit up as she saw something terrifying: Monica wasn't wearing the strap-on anymore. Between her legs, she now had a penis!

"I've always wished I had one of these" said Monica. "All my life, I wished I was a boy. Now it's coming true!"

"You can't become a boy!" said Catherine. "I love you!"

"And I love you too, baby. You can still be my girl."

Catherine stared in amazement. She realized now that it hadn't been her boobs that had grown; Monica's had become smaller. She reached out and touched them.

"That's right. I'm losing my boobs. This is going to be so great. I won't have to wear a bra anymore! I can even go around in the summer without a shirt if I want."

Monica's curves were definitely less pronounced than before. Her face seemed somehow rougher. Was it her chin? Her nose? Something was changing, giving her a different look. Catherine was at once repulsed by it, but she could not look away. In fact, when Monica moved closer to her and started to kiss her again, she felt the same melting feeling in her heart. She did love Monica, even if she was becoming a boy. Catherine didn't love her just because of her body, she loved Monica.

"I never knew you wished you were a boy" said Catherine. "I mean, you'd never know it looking at you. You always dress ultra-fminine."

"You wished you were a girl. Did you go to school wearing makeup and heels?"

"No, but there are some tomboys at school who cut their hair short, and never wear skirts or pretty things."

"I was never good at sports. And mom would kill me if I cut my hair like that or wore those types of clothes. She just about forced me to be a girlie-girl. But it looks like I'm finally going to get what I wanted, all my life! Tell me Catherine, how does it feel, now that you got your wish?"

"Just awesome" said Catherine. "I mean, I can't even believe I was ever a boy. That doesn't even seem possible. This just feels right."

"That's just how I feel! Look how much stronger my arms are getting! Look how big my shoulders are already. My hips are almost gone, and I've even got a few hairs on my chest. Can I put on the clothes you wore here yesterday?"

"Sure, I guess" said Catherine.

She felt somewhat upset that she was losing her girlfriend. She didn't want to be in love with a boy! But as she saw Monica dress up in the male clothes, Catherine's heart beat faster, and she felt even more attracted somehow.

"When I become a girl, you asked me what my real name was" said Catherine. "Now it's your turn. What should I call you? Monica doesn't seem right anymore."

"I always wanted to be called Nick."

"Nick" said Catherine. She couldn't believe that she was in love with someone who was becoming a boy named Nick.

"That feels so good to hear you say that!" gushed Monica. Her voice was definitely getting lower.

"Tell me" said Monica. "At our age, do you shave? Your face, I mean?"

"Not really" replied Catherine. "I just kind of had 'peach fuzz'. I shaved a couple of times, but not too often."

"I want to grow a beard" said Monica. "That would be so cool! You wouldn't mind, would you? Me, with a beard, kissing you?"

"Um, I never really thought about it..." said Catherine.

"Then its settled. I'm growing a beard, once I get old enough. Thank you for being such a supportive girlfriend."

Catherine's mind was all in a state of flux. So much was going on! She could barely think. She felt so in love with Monica, who was rapidly approaching full maleness and becoming Nick, that she was unable to hold back her emotions. If Nick wanted a beard, then he could have one, and she'd love him just the same. It felt so unsettling to be in love with a boy so much.

"I just can't believe you wanted to be a girl" said Nick, his voice getting even deeper. "It's so hard! It will be much easier being male."

"But girls get to do all the cool things, and they, um, I mean we, get to have all the fun."

"It takes girls a lot longer to get ready to go out" said Nick.

"So? You get to wear all the frilly feminine clothes!" gushed Catherine.

"You have to take a lot of time to care for your hair. Now I can just run a comb through it, and I'm good to go."

"But now I can wear it long, have curls, or do so much with it!" replied Catherine.

Nick pointed to the handbag on the table.

"Now I won't have to lug one of those everywhere I go. All I'll need will be in my wallet."

"But as a girl, you get to bring such cool stuff with you like nailpolish, makeup...."

"And don't forget your tampons" said Nick. "Lets see how much you like it when you wake up one morning all bloated, feeling cramps. I thought it was the most miserable thing in the world. I thought I was going to be stuck having them every month, until I reached the fun of menopause. No, I'm so glad I don't have to worry about any of that anymore!"

Catherine hadn't really considered before what it would be like to have her period. Yes, she had felt excited thinking about being able to insert a tampon into her pussy, but she had never thought about the bloating, the grumpiness, the cramps. Nick wasn't being mean; he was just telling her what it was like for him, when he had been a girl.

Nick put his hand on Catherine's face. She smiled and let him kiss her. She let him explore her body with his hand, as she started to touch him right back. The couple made out for a full hour, before they went at it again. Nick insisted on doing Catherine doggie style, and she loved how much stimulation it gave her clit. They both came again. Catherine knew she was lucky to have a young stud who could do it so often!

When they were done, the talked for hours, before going into the kitchen, and having a bite to eat. Both were starving, since it was already well past noon, and they hadn't eaten all day.

"You are going to need to be careful" warned Nick. "If you eat like a boy, you'll put on weight right away. Its harder to lose, now that you're a girl. It will go right to your hips."

"I'll be careful" replied Catherine, as she made a salad for both of them, followed by sandwiches and carrot sticks.

They both showered, and got dressed. Catherine put on a new outfit of Monica's, this time selecting a light blue skirt with a white tank top. She admired her impressive boobs in the mirror, as she examined herself from the front, the side and the back. As she ran her fingers through her hair, she felt a start as the phone rang.

"Its my mom" said Nick, his voice in a panic.

"What are we going to do?" said Catherine. "She won't know either of us!"

"We'll let the machine get it" said Nick, as he waited to hear the message start. The couple were almost holding their breaths, wondering if Monica's mom was going to say that she was on the way over there. They were both trying to think of what they could do, and what they could tell their parents. It wasn't as if a son could just tell his mom that you just became a girl, or that a girl could tell her that she had turned into a boy.

"Hello Catherine, where are you?" said Monica's mom. "Why aren't you picking up sweetie?"

"She's asking for Catherine?" asked Nick, confused.

"I don't understand. She's your mom" said Catherine.

"Let me look in your purse" said Nick, as he took it off the table. He dug out the smaller wallet inside, where he had kept his IDs, back when he had been Monica. He looked at the driver's license, and gasped."

"You've got my last name" he said, stunned. "Look!"

The ID card in the purse had Catherine's picture all right. It also had Monica's last name.

Catherine found the wallet on the night stand that had been hers, back when she was Randy. It too had changed. It had Nick's picture, with her last name.

"Not only did we switch sexes" said Nick, "We also switched parents."

"So this is my house now" said Catherine. "And all of these are my clothes."

"And I guess that means all of your things are mine. Wow, this is so mixed up."

"But now we won't have to tell anyone. If your mom thinks I'm her daughter, then my parents will think you're their son. We're the only two who will know. Now we won't be in any trouble. We can live our lives, and be happy."

Nick wanted to be sure. He took out his yearbook from school. He turned to the page where his picture was located. Instead of "Monica Anderson", there was a picture of "Catherine Anderson". He then turned to find Randy's picture. Sure enough, it was him now, Nick Feiton. He flipped to the page with the cheerleaders.

"Look Catherine. You're a cheerleader now too, and everything. Its like you're living my life, just with a different name."

"And that means you're living my life now" she replied.

They kissed each other again, and held hands until there was a knock at the door. Monica's mom came in, and smiled at the young couple.

"I knew I'd find you two here" she said. "Have you been staying out of trouble?"

"Yes, Mrs. Anderson" said Nick.

"How many times have I told you young man, you can call me Terri."

Nick nodded.

"I'm glad to see my little angle is looking all pretty, wearing her skirt today" she said, turning to Catherine. "And you've got on makeup. Would you like to go with me and get your nails done this afternoon?"

"I'd love to, mom!" said Catherine. She was so happy, she almost cried.

As Monica's mother walked away, the boy she had become, Nick turned to Catherine.

"You're just going to love her. She's going to want to turn you into the frilliest, fanciest, girly-est little feminine flower in the world."

Catherine smiled.

"Nothing would make me happier" she said. "Except being with you. Promise me you'll never leave me. Promise me we'll always be together."

"Geez" said Nick. "Less than a day as a chick, and already you're getting all clingy and stuff."

Catherine's face changed to an expression of shock.

"No, just kidding" said Nick. "Sorry, you look so upset! I'll always remember what it was like to be a girl. I'm sure you're just adjusting to the deep emotions and everything. At least from what I've seen of guys, they just don't have feelings like girls do. I guess I'll learn, now that I am one!"

Catherine put her arms around Nick's neck.

"I love you" she said.

"I love you too" he replied.

They shared another kiss, before heading off on their own ways for the day that they would always look back on as the happiest one in all of their lives....

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Epilogue:

Nick and Catherine went to college together, and married in a gorgeous ceremony as soon as the graduated. They both found jobs in their fields, and worked for three years to pay off their student loans, and buy a nice house in the suburbs, before they started out to raise a family. They have two girls and one boy. Their children bring them the deepest joys in their lives, and each one is an outstanding parent.

Nick knows what a woman needs in terms of help around the houses. And Catherine knows that a guy sometimes needs to hang out with his buddies. She never nags him, and he never ignores her emotional needs. Together, they are the ideal couple. It took a young man to become Nick's perfect woman. And it took a young woman to become Randy's perfect man.

  

  

  

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