Fair Trade

by Jennifer White

 

Part I

I had been married to Tom for almost 25 years now, and as I reached my late 40's, it should have been the best time of my life. The children were grown up and gone, Tom and I were in the prime of our earning careers, and we should have been very happy together.

But we had one little problem: just one year after we were married, I discovered that he had been having an affair with his secretary all along. We had a huge fight, and he promised he'd be faithful from then on.

It took a few years to build up trust again, but eventually we were happy together again. That is, until I surprised him by coming home early one day, to find him on the couch, making out with the 19 year old from down the street who baby-sat our children. She admitted to me that they were having an affair, and that she thought she was pregnant from him.

Needless to say, the sparks really few after that. We ended up being separated, and we almost got divorced. But he agreed to joint counseling, and we gave it one last shot.

Ten years went by, bringing us to where we are today, and I thought he had left his cheating ways behind him, in the past. But I was crushed when I discovered the truth. He hadn't stopped cheating on me: he only got better at hiding it from me.

The way I found out was terrible. I was at a wedding shower, and I was talking to a friend about my husband, when another lady overheard us, and came over.

"I heard you mention Tom Keller" she said. "Is that the same Tom Keller who works at the bank?"

"Yes, that's him" I replied.

"And just how do you know him?" she said.

"He's my husband" I said proudly.

"No he's not" she said, leaving me stunned.

"What?" I said.

"I met his wife Gloria. She is in her twenties, blonde, and she looks nothing like you."

"And just where did you meet this 'wife' of his?"

"At the company meeting last month, when we all went to HQ to meet the new VP of finance. He brought her with him, and we all thought it was very romantic."

I was seething now. All those trips of his to headquarters might have been because of business, but now it was clear that he had another reason: he had a girl on the side. A blonde in her twenties! I was *so* hurt. He had promised to remain faithful, but this was his *third* time that I had found out about. How many others might there have been that I didn't know about?

 

I got myself together, and decided not to confront him about it right away. I had something else in mind. I didn't tell him, but I took the day off of work on Monday, to go see an old friend.

Her name was Kimberly, and I had known her since we were in grade school together. She had always been 'different'. She was into odd things, which kind of made her a loner. I was just about her only friend. It was only after we graduated from school, and I went off to college, that I learned what she really was: she came from a family of witches.

I know, in this day and age, nobody believes in magic anymore, and think that a 'witch' is just an old wives tale used to scare children. But in fact, they do exist, they are real, and my friend just happened to be one of them.

I drove to her house out in the country, where she could be alone, as she liked. She had farm animals, and was pretty much self sufficient, living more like people did in the 1700's than the way they do today.

She was glad to see me, and welcomed me into her little house. She had about twenty cats, which were climbing all over everything, and I was horrified about how much cat hair I was getting on my black skirt. And no, witches didn't keep all black cats, she had ever color and breed under the sun!

We talked for a while as we sipped the herbal tea she prepared, but she could tell that something was wrong. I couldn't help it, I couldn't hold it back anymore. I broke down, and started to cry.

I let it all out, telling her of my emotional plight, how hurt I was, and how this had been the third time he had done this to me. I cried and cried. It always feels good to be able to talk to someone about your problems, and to get your emotions out. However, this pain was too much, too deep, and no amount of talking would make me feel better.

"You have to help me" I said.

"Sure dear" said Kimberly. "What can I do?"

"I want you to cast spell. I want you to turn him into a frog or something, so that he can never do this again to me, or to anyone. I'll pay you whatever you want."

Kimberly took a deep breath, and sighed.

"I am *so* sorry" she said, "but that is something I cannot do for you. If I did a spell to hurt someone like that, the spell would bounce back on me, and it would bring great suffering upon me."

I was crushed. This was so not fair! But then I had another idea.

"What if..." I started, as I just thought out loud, "what if you put a spell on me? A spell that I'm asking for as a friend, a spell that would change me, so that the next man I made love to, would change, into a *woman*. You wouldn't be doing anything hurtful, *I* would. You would be safe, and I would have what I need."

Kimberly pondered this for a moment before speaking.

"That would technically comply with the canons or our laws, and I would be in the clear. The only trouble is that you would be using a power for personal gain, and you would be in danger of having the spell bounce back on *you*."

"Okay" I countered, "what if I you put the spell on me, in exchange for me owing you a great debt? I would offer myself to you, to help in anything you need in the future. Then I'm not doing this for my personal gain; I'm doing it at the cost of owing you this personal debt."

"Now *that* will work" said Kimberly. "You are quite devious. You should have been a lawyer! Let me get my book of spells, and we will prepare things.

 

We waited until nightfall, after we had dinner. I cleaned up the dishes, while she put away the leftovers, and fed the cats. Now we went to her livingroom, which was lit only by the glow of candles. She instructed me to kneel on the floor.

"Kate Keller" she said to me, "Do you swear upon your soul a Blood Oath, that you owe a great debt to me, and that when the time comes, you will fulfill your promise to replay it."

"I do swear" I said.

She poked me with a knife, drawing a drop of blood, which she let roll off of the knife into a small jar. She sealed it with a cork, and placed it upon the table. She chanted in an ancient language, which I could not comprehend.

"Upon your very soul" she said, "you are now in debt to me. Some day, I will call upon you to perform a service for me. It may not be to your liking, it may not be at a time of your choosing, but you will be called one day. You have sworn a blood oath, and if you do not fulfill your oath, your soul is forfeit."

I nodded. This sounded really scary, but I had to keep in mind what I was about to do, to make sure that my rat of a husband would never again be with another woman.

Now Kimberly held her hands over me, and chanted. I felt a cold shiver go through me at one point, and then a great warmth.

"Arise" said Kimberly.

I got up, off of my sore knees. When we were back in school, we could kneel for a long time. But now in my late 40's, it caused quite an ache in my knees and my legs. So I was grateful to be able to stand.

"It is done. The next man you have intercourse with will be altered, and will become a woman for the rest of his life."

"Thank you *so* much" I said, giving her a hug.

Kimberly was strangely solemn.

"Don't thank me" she said. "You may not be as happy, when you have to repay your debt. When a need arises, and I have to call on you, it may not be the most pleasant task."

"I understand" I said.

From casting her spells, she was visibly tired. And I was emotionally drained. So I said my good-byes, and drove home.

 

Back home, I really wanted to drink a cup of red wine, and go to sleep. But I didn't want to give my rat husband even one more day of going along like everything was perfect. I decided that I was going to have him that night, and I was going to do it right away.

When I drove up, it was 10:00pm, and no lights were on in our house. It was his bowling night, which meant hanging out with the guys, and coming home somewhat drunk, late at night. Perfect.

I went to my room, undressed, and threw my clothes into the hamper. With all that cat hair they all needed to be washed. Plus, they smelled funny after being in that house. I wouldn't say it was dirty, but it wasn't a modern house, and I always felt unclean when I got back from her place.

I took down my sexiest nightie, and put it on. Then I got out my lace panties, and put them on. I went into the bathroom, worked on my hair, and fixed my makeup. I put on my fishnet stockings, and got out my sexiest high heel shoes. Then I laid on the bed, and watched TV until I heard his car pull into the garage.

I few minutes later, I heard him starting up the steps. I sat up, pulled on my heels, and stood up. He walked in the door, and caught sight of me.

"Hello baby" I said. "I want you. Take me."

He had that smile on his face. Normally, it melted my heart, but not tonight. I knew he was a faker and a cheater. He didn't really love me. Otherwise, he would never have been cheating on me. Again.

He rushed over, and we started kissing. I kept my mouth open, and let him use his tongue on me, which I hated, but he loved. I made a purring sound, told him how handsome he looked, and I started to unbutton his shirt.

I put on quiet a show, acting as if I was really hot for him. I posed, as he undressed, trying to look as sexy as possible. I kept my mouth open, and licked my lips. I laid back on the bed, and spread my legs wide open.

"Take me lover" I said. "I'm yours."

I pulled up my nightie to expose my breasts. He jumped on the bed, and started pawing at my boobs. He was a little drunk, and he was a bit of an animal when he got like that. I would have preferred for him to be gentle, to do more foreplay, and to get me into it. But not him. That was too much bother.

Since I knew he wouldn't be into getting me aroused, I had put some lubricant into myself before I put my panties on. That way, even if I wasn't wet, he'd go in easily. Now that I was on the verge of menopause, I didn't get as wet as I used to anyway, and I didn't want a bout of dryness on my part to prevent him from being able to perform. He wasn't as hard as normal, after he had been drinking. I smiled though, because once he was inside of me, it would be the last time he ever got hard.

He pulled down his boxers, and I used my hand to guide him inside of me. I felt him slide in so deep, and I acted as if I was about to have an orgasm right then and there. He didn't realize that it took more than a few thrusts in and out for a woman to reach her orgasm. Not like a man who just took a little stimulation. But he would learn, once he became like me!

"Oh yeah baby, put it to me" I said. "Ooh, you're so big! You're so deep inside me! Yes! Yes!!!!"

I moaned. I pretended to have an orgasm. I did this, because I knew it stroked his male ego, and made him feel like he was the king. It made him feel like he could control my body, and make me feel good. That always really got him off, and soon after, I felt the warm splash as he came inside of me.

And as usual, he pulled out right away, and rolled over. I kept my legs wide apart, and pulled at him.

"Go down on me now baby" I said. "And suck it all out."

"No!" he said. "You're crazy if you think I'll do that."

"Go down on me" I said again, "because that is how one woman pleases another."

"What are you talking about?" he said.

"If you want to please Gloria, then you'll have to learn how to go down on her. Now put your mouth down here, and suck me clean."

You should have seen the look on his face! He had no idea that I knew about Gloria, his little tramp of a girlfriend.

"Now honey, it's not what you think!" he said.

I smiled. Not because I believed him, but because I could see the changes already. His face looked different. He was becoming pretty, right before my eyes.

I reached down, and put my hands on his chest, which was already becoming hairless and less muscular. He still didn't notice, as he scrambled find some excuse.

"Gloria is just a friend of mine, that's all" he said, not noticing how his voice had risen in pitch.

"Is that why you take her to company functions, and introduce her as your wife?"

His girlish face looked stunned. In a way, I couldn't believe it was true, what I was seeing. I could feel his chest expanding now, right in my hands. He was growing boobs. His shoulders looked much smaller as well, and I could notice how he was starting to show his curves.

"That was a joke" he said in a voice that sounded like that of a woman. His hair was growing out rapidly now, fast enough to see.

"Well this is no joke" I replied. "You cheated on me with a woman for the last time. You will never do it again. I know it."

"And why is that?" he asked.

"Because you are no longer a man. You are no longer Tom. From now on, you are a woman. I think I will call you Cindi. Yes, that's it. Your name is Cindi now."

"Don't be stupid" he said. "This isn't funny."

"No it's not Cindi. Why don't you stand up, and look at yourself in the mirror."

"I'm going to sleep on the couch" *she* said.

A glance down between her legs told me that the transformation was complete. Tom really was a woman now. But *she* didn't quite realize it yet. She stood up, took a step, and felt her boobs bounce. She looked down at herself, and screamed.

"I told you that you were a woman now" I said. "You didn't believe me, did you?"

"What have you done to me??!!" she shrieked.

"You are a woman now, Cindi" I said. "Now, and for the rest of your life. I'm trying to help you here. Now come and suck my pussy, so you can learn how one woman gives pleasure to another woman."

"No!!!" she said, the tears starting for form in her eyes.

"No? You prefer a man? I can find a boyfriend for you if you'd prefer."

"I hate you!" she spat. "You did this to me!!!"

"No Cindi, you did that to yourself. You cheated on me one too many times. And now you are paying for it. Get out of my house. Go too your home-wrecking little tramp."

It was comical to watch as she tried to put on the male clothes which were in a pile on the floor. They were all way too big for her, and she was crying up a storm, as she struggled to put them on.

I got up, went to my closet, and pulled out a pink dress that Tom had bought me years ago, but which I never liked to wear, because it made me feel like a housewife from the 1950s or something.

"Here" I said. "This will fit you. Would you like a bra?"

"I'm not wearing a bra!" she hissed at me, snatching the dress out of my hands.

"Suit yourself" I replied. "You're the one that will end up with saggy boobs when you get to be an older woman."

She pulled on the dress, and tried to put on her shoes. To see a woman in a pink dress putting on brown men's shoes which were five sizes too large was quite comical!

I laughed, and went back into my closet. I tossed her a pair of my black flats, and said to put them on. She did, and then she turned to go.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out, and don't ever come back again!!!" I said.

I stayed up for an hour afterwards, carefully plotting my moves for the next day.

* * *

 

In the morning, I ran through my story again. Everything was in place. So I started to execute my plan. First I called Tom's office, got his voice mail, and left a message asking him to call me, and tell me where he was.

Now there would be a phone record and a voice record that I was looking for him, and I was concerned. He of course didn't call me back, so I called his office in the afternoon, and hit the 0 button to speak with a receptionist.

"Hi, it's Kate Keller. I'm looking for Tom. Can you ask him to call me?"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Keller, but he isn't in the office today."

"Okay, just leave him a note that I called. Thanks."

 

Good. Now I would have another witness who would be able to say that I sounded concerned, and I was looking for him. Of course, he didn't come home that night. The next afternoon, I went into the police station.

"I need to speak to a detective" I said. "My husband hasn't come home for two days, they don't know where he is at the office, and I'm afraid that something might have happened to him."

I spoke with a pair of detectives, and gave them the story. He came home. We made love. I went to sleep. I never saw him again. This was all true, and I would be able to pass a lie-detector, if for any reason they suspected me.

"Is there anything else Mrs. Keller? Did your husband show any strange behavior lately?"

"Well, there was one thing" I said. "Twice in the past, we almost divorced because he was having an affair. I suspect that he was seeing someone new now. A girl in her twenties named Gloria. Ask his coworkers. He brought her to a company function, and told them she was his wife."

I started to cry.

"He was cheating on me again! He left me for her, I'm sure of it! I'm old, and she's some young thing. He left me for her!"

I cried some more, and they tried to comfort me. Now everything was in place. They would track down this Gloria, who would at first deny even knowing Tom. Then they would prove she was lying, and suspicions of his disappearance would fall on her.

Of course, he would never go to the cops. If he showed up and said "my wife turned me into a woman", he'd be locked up in the loony bin in no time.

I went home, had the locks changed on the doors, and let events unfold. A year later, when there was no sign of Tom, he was declared legally dead. The cops never suspected me, and in time they gave up on their search. I wondered what *she* was doing, but that was *her* problem. She was woman now and she'd have to deal with it on her own.

* * *

 

 

Part II

 

I was fifty-two years old, and I had never been happier in my life. I had a new boyfriend named Ken who was in his mid forties, my career was doing fine, and I had enough money to retire now. I moved to a smaller house, sold Tom's sports car, and cashed in his insurance policy.

I also found that he had hidden bank accounts, where he kept money to treat his girls on the side. I got that too, and I was pretty well set for life.

I announced my retirement at work, and I would have packed up and moved to Arizona or Las Vegas, except that I felt really close to Ken, and I didn't want to move away from him. Maybe he'd be willing to move with me, but I hadn't brought up the subject yet.

It took me a long time to get over Tom emotionally, and a long time after that to find someone I cared about. I was so happy with my life now, and I didn't want to do anything to mess things up between us.

In all this time, I had all but forgotten about my debt I owed to Kimberly. After she helped me, I felt really funny about visiting her, and we had drifted apart. In the back of my mind I knew that one day the call would come, but I had almost hoped it never would. I had tried my best to put it out of my mind I guess.

And that is why it was almost a shock when one day she showed up at my doorstep, and told me that it was time.

"The council has given me an order, a task to perform, and you are going to help me" she said.

"The council?" I asked.

"Getting an order from them is like your boss's boss at work telling you that she needs you to do a project, right away. You don't ask. You just do it. So here I am. And now you will repay your debt to me."

 

We caught up on things as I drover her back to her place. I didn't ask how she got to my home. With her, you never knew. We were talking like old friends, but inside I had butterflies, not knowing what she was going to ask of me.

Even sipping a cup of tea, as one of her kitties rubbed up against my leg, I couldn't relax and feel calm. I was like a schoolgirl again, on my first date or something, as I fidgeted and had a hard time keeping my mind on our friendly conversation.

"I can see that you are impatient to know what you need to do" she said at last.

"Yes" I said. "I'm sorry that I'm not a very good listener right now, but I'm so nervous, I just can't keep my mind focused."

"I understand" she said warmly. "Now what I'm going to ask of you may be hard for you emotionally, it may be difficult for you to do, but you must do what I ask. You swore a blood oath."

I nodded. I owed her this debt, and no matter how bad, I was going to have to repay it. I just hoped I didn't have to do something really terrible.

"There are four men" she said, "who I have been instructed to test. Each of them is dating one of my 'sisters', in my covens. Before someone like us can let a man into our lives, we have to be able to fully trust him, as you can understand."

I nodded. That made sense. A man who wasn't completely faithful to someone like her could be big trouble.

"And so, it falls upon me to test them. I was also instructed that if they are not true, I am supposed to make sure that they are penalized for lying to one of my sisters, yet I am not allowed to hurt them. After a lot of thinking, I decided that *your* idea for getting back at Tom might be just the trick."

"What do you mean?" I said.

"I am going to give you the same power again" she said. "You are to tempt them with your feminine charms. If they give in and sleep with you, then they will become women. If they are true, then they may proceed with their relationships."

"They won't want me. I'm old. I'm not good looking. I'm all puffy, saggy, and no man would be tempted by me" I said.

I had been feeling very insecure about my looks lately, especially since I was dating a younger man. My body put on weight so easily now, and I felt like I'd never be the slender girl I once was. My butt was too big. My thighs were too big. My upper arms were saggy. And my boobs too. I had wrinkles starting. I didn't like the flap of skin on my chin. My hair was thinner now. And that was just the start. I had lost the flower of youth, and I was a middle aged woman now.

"I understand" said Kimberly. "That is why I'm going to make you more tempting for them first. Tell me what you'd like to change about yourself."

I went through my litany of complaints, which she duly noted. I also told her how it was going to be really hard for me to do this, because I loved Ken so much, and if any of the men took the bait, I would be cheating on him.

"I don't know how I could bed another man. I want to be true to Ken, and this is going to be hard" I said.

She told me that she understood, and that she would help.

 

"Take off all your clothes, and face the mirror" she said.

I did as she asked, and shook my head, as I looked at my body. It had been so different when I was younger, firmer, and prettier. I looked at the lines on my face, the stretch marks, the sogginess, and I sighed. Looking at my body now depressed me.

Kimberly began walking around me, and chanting. After a few minutes, I felt a strange tingle go throughout my entire body, and I stared in amazement as things started to change.

The lines of my face disappeared, and the skin became tight again, like it had when I was young. It looked soft and creamy now. My hair regained it's natural color, with the bits of gray turning back to their natural auburn color. My hair become full again, wavy and lush. My face looked pretty and young again, like it did back in the days before I had to wear makeup to hide my flaws. And maybe it was even prettier than I ever remembered. Were my lips ever this full and pouty? Were my eyes ever this pretty and alluring?

My arms were next, the flab disappearing, the sagginess in the upper arms being replaced by smooth limber muscles. My hands became softer again, and they felt warm instead of how they were always cold now. I rose tattoo appeared on my upper arm, just below the shoulder. I smiled as the effects move down to my chest, where my boobs first began to react by perking back up like a young girl's, losing the sagginess they had acquired over the years!

Then they started to grow, larger and larger! I had always been one of those women who a bra never quite fit right, because I was in between an A cup and a B. But now they were surging past C cup size, and they didn't stop until I was a full D cup! Unbelievable to see boobs like *these* on *my* chest! And they weren't those hard fake ones, like when you get a boob job. They were *real*. Wow!

My tummy got hard again, my butt became tight, and my curves came back, like they were in the flower of my youth, instead of the matronly look of middle age. The veins showing on my legs disappeared, even as my thighs tightened up, and the skin on my legs became smooth and even.

"Wow!" I said. "I can't believe it! I feel twenty years younger!"

"Basically" said Kimberly, "you are."

"Can I keep them?" I said, hugging my newly enhanced boobs. "When this is all over, can I keep my whole body like this?"

"If you want" said Kimberly, "but I wouldn't recommend it. I will leave it as your choice. When you are done, you can come back to me, and I will change you back. Or you can stay as you are now."

"Oh thank you!" I said.

It felt so good to be a *young* woman again. Ken would be thrilled to see me like this. I couldn't wait to put on my sexy black dress I hadn't worn in 20 years, and show off my cleavage to him. He would go crazy, and we'd be in the sack before you knew it.

"Don't thank me yet" said Kimberly. "Now you have to use this new body of yours, and try to temp the four men. If they fall for it, you need to sleep with them, and turn them into women."

I nodded grimly. This was not going to be an easy task for me. For an emotionally committed woman to betray her love by going to bed with someone else, it would be the toughest task in the world.

"This is going to be really hard. I just don't know if I can do it" I said.

"You have to do it. But I am going to make it easier for you."

"And how are you going to do that?"

She chanted some more, and as I stared in the mirror, I saw another slight change. In between my legs, the thick bush of hair covering me changed. Most of the hair disappeared, leaving only a small, neatly trimmed landing strip of hair, leading to my opening.

"So, I've got a bikini wax" I said.

"It is more than that. You will see. It will be easier for you. Now put on the outfit I have laid out for you here, and wait in the bedroom. I will be sending them in, one after the other."

"Okay" I said, as I looked at the clothes. I put on the red bra, and it felt wonderful to see myself completely filling out the D cups! I needed an underwire now, and there was a lot more weight to support, so the straps dug into my shoulders more. They were so big, they would take some getting used to! It was like they were in the way as my arm brushed against them. But oh the cleavage I had now! Wow.

I pulled on the matching red panties, the thigh high nylons, and then the tight red dress, which almost seemed to be painted onto me. I looked in the mirror and smiled. I looked so hot! I hadn't felt this good about my body since I was in my twenties.

There were a pair of high heel shoes, which I put on, and now I was ready. I sat on the edge of the bed, and I crossed my legs, and tried to look seductive. When a strange man came into the room, I didn't know if I would be able to let him make love to me. It would be a real test, if I could overcome the emotional barriers. I didn't want to do this; I *had* to do this. It was the price for ridding Tom from my life. That was the thing which had brought me happiness. And now I had to pay the piper.

 

A minute later, the door swung open, and in walked a twenty year old man, with dark hair, a tan complexion, and a look of uncertainty in his eyes.

"Hello" he said. "I'm Jake."

"And I'm Kate" I said.

I was really surprised about two things: first of all, my voice sounded so sultry, so sexy, as if every sound that came out of my mouth was trying to say 'I want you' to him.

And secondly, I found that I *did* want him! One look at his young strong body, and I wanted him. I was getting wet already! How could this be true? Then I remembered, she said she was going to make it easier for me. What had she done? I found myself standing up, walking close to him, and blowing in his ear, as I let the leading edge of my boobs rub up against him.

I could see that his eyes were fixed on my chest, as he admired my pretty titties. I took his hands, and placed them on the outside of my boobs.

"Do you want these?" I said.

"I....I..." he said, as he struggled between his supposed love to another woman, and my hot body.

"You've got me all wet baby" I said. "I want you. Take me. Take all of me. I'm yours."

I kissed him, then kicked off my shoes, walked over to the bed, and took off my dress. I pulled down my panties, and ran my hands over my legs. I licked my lips as I stared at him, and I slowly removed my bra. I sat down on the bed, and spread my legs wide open. All I had on was my thigh high nylons. I pointed at myself down there, and then at him.

If he was truly in love with another woman, he could have turned, and walked out the door. But instead, he took off his shirt, and in under a minute, he was kissing me all over, and feeling me with his hands.

I wanted to warn him to stop, and tell him that if he made love to me, then he would wind up being female. But he didn't stop, and I couldn't stop him. I wanted him, and my body's desires just took over. My mind said one thing, but my body did something else. And I had no power to stop it.

When he slid himself up inside me, he hit my clit just right, I had an orgasm, just like that! Wow, normally it took a *long* time, with lots of stimulation as well as the right feeling, emotionally.. Even as much as I loved Ken, sometimes just sex didn't bring me to climax. I needed more stimulation that he gave me. But not now! Just one touch, and I was in heaven.

I was yelling. I was moaning. He kept pumping me, and I came a second time! I pulled him in and wrapped my legs around him. I came again! And as he exploded inside me, I came one final time.

Wow! This new body of mine wasn't just hot, it was also so easy to arouse! So easy to stimulate! I never wanted to go back to my old body, sad, saggy, and drying out between the legs. Now I was hot, tight and juicy.

I felt bad for Jake, as I watched him transform into a woman. He was screaming now, upset that his manhood was pulling back up inside of him. I was sad to see it go too.

"It's a real shame" I said. "You had a wonderful dick. Maybe one day you'll meet a man with one as big as you used to have."

"What have you done to me, you b*tch!" he said, his voice now becoming high pitched and feminine.

"You did it to yourself by cheating on your girlfriend" I countered, as I handed him an outfit of women's clothes from the closet. "Now that you're a woman yourself, you'll see how it feels if *your* man cheats on you."

He was crying, and didn't even argue as I put him into panties for the first time, and put a bra on his new large full boobs (even bigger than mine by the way, which made me just a tad jealous). I put a tight turtleneck sweater on him and a tight baby blue miniskirt. With a pair of heels, he was now fully dressed, and I sent him on his way. He was gorgeous. He'd have not problem attracting a man of his own.

 

There was a bathroom adjoining the bedroom, and I went in there to go clean myself up. He came a lot, and I could feel it dripping out a bit. I would need a good shower or a bath, but there wasn't time. The next man was already waiting for me when I came out of the bathroom.

He was easy. I didn't even have to strip to get him. He was begging me to screw him, which was funny because by then, I wanted nothing more than to have him on top of me.

The third man I made lay on his back, and I got on top of him. I always liked that position, being on top. I laid on top of him after we were done, so when I rolled off, he had already transformed. He didn't even notice it at first, then the totally freaked out.

"No!!!" he yelled. "I can't be a woman! No!!!!!"

"Come one Alice" I said. "Being a woman is wonderful! It is the best thing in the world!"

He left mumbling and incoherent, as he teetered off in his high heels and the tight black dress I put him into.

 

I cleaned myself up yet again, and got ready for the forth man. I had never done more than one guy in a day, but now I was going to make it four-for-four.

But this man was different. I came on to him, and he told me that he loved another woman.

"Aw baby, she'll never know. Just do me right here, right now, and we'll both feel so happy! I can really get you off. Check out my boobs!"

"No" he said, taking a step back from me. "She might not know, but *I* would know about it. I can't do this."

I took off my dress, and my bra, as he backed up to the door.

"Just let me dance for you" I said, as I started to move my body, letting my boobs jiggle. "Just watch me, and think of yourself making love to me. I want you."

I pressed my big boobs together with my hands. I liked my lips. I opened my mouth wide, and tilted my head back. I turned around, and showed him my tight firm butt, which I slapped with my hand.

"You can't help but to want me" I said. "You're getting so hard already, aren't you? You want me. And I want you."

I took a step nearer to him, as I touched myself on my nipples. I wanted *so* much for him to come running into my arms, but he wouldn't. Instead, he turned his back on me.

"I'm sorry" he said. "I hate to hurt your feelings, but I am in love with another woman, and I can't be in here with you. I would never betray her."

He left, slamming the door behind him, and I felt crushed! Devastated! How dare he not satisfy me, and make love to me! My body ached for him so badly! I was so hot, how could he have turned me down?

I looked at the dresser, and rummaged through the drawers. There, in the top left drawer, I found it: a vibrator. Most unmarried women (and some who are!) have *something* to get herself off. I laid down in the bed, turned it on, and started to playfully insert it into my wet slit. I worked on my clit for a while, then slid it in deeper, all the way, as I imagined it was *him* inside of me. Wow! I had one orgasm after the other. I must have worked it for half an hour before I became too tender, and had to quit.

 

Now I took a nice long hot shower, and admired how sexy my body looked when I was wet, emerging from the shower. I dressed up in the sexy clothes that Kimberly gave to me, and I got ready to go home.

She said that if I wanted to keep my new body, I could just leave, so I did. I wasn't going back to being an old unattractive woman, when I could be a sexy young thing.

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Part III

 

I went home, and started to go through all of my clothes. Ones that were for frumpy old women were out. Ones I had hung onto with an impossible desperate hope that I'd be skinny enough one day to wear them, were back in. I put together a really sexy outfit, including a black leather miniskirt I hadn't been able to fit in since my 30s, knee high boots with pointy toes and high heels, along with a really tight tiny top with a built-in bra, which showed off my wonderful new boobs.

I waited, and when Ken came home, he was thunderstruck, as he stared at me, and my new body.

"What have you done?" he said.

"It's for you, baby" I replied. "Don't you want me?"

"But Kate, you're so different!" he said, astounded. "I loved you as you were."

"I did it for you, babe" I replied. "Now I'm better, all for you."

I wanted him so bad, it hurt. I *needed* him. I had to have him, right then and there. I started to strip, and his eyes bugged out of his head when he saw my boobs. I danced for him, as sexy as a stripper, as I took off everything. By the time I laid back on the bed, he was naked too. I had him start out by going down on me, and pleasuring me with his tongue.

He loved me, and he was willing to do it for me sometimes.

"Wow, you've never tasted so good" he said. "I *like* this. I could eat you every day."

I laughed, as he went at me. He played with my nipples with his fingers, as the tip of his tongue stimulated my clit. I had to make him back down, and do it lighter, because he was getting into it so much, that he was going at it to hard. Women need a gentle touch.

I came and came, and he wasn't even on top of me yet. I was *so* ready for him. I had to tell him to stop, and to get on me. He was so big as he slid inside my vagina, my mouth gaped open wide. I loved how it felt as he worked his way down deeper, deeper, and deeper.

He wasn't just long though, he had just the right diameter, and he hit me in all the right places. I was so accepting, so pliable in his hands, I touched him where he told me to, clawed at him like an animal, and pulled him oh so close to me.

I felt him come inside me, and he told me it was the best sex that he ever had in his life. We collapsed in each other's arms, and I was even more in love with him, than when we started.

 

I woke up at 6:30 the next morning, and felt Ken's arm still wrapped around me. I sighed and rolled over. Imagine the shock I felt when I looked over at him, and found that I was in the arms of a woman!

All the blood drained from my face as I realized what had happened: the magic was still on me, and by accident, I had just transformed Ken into a woman! He was female now, like me. He had huge breasts, bigger than mine. He was small now, perhaps three inches shorter than I was. He was a really sexy woman. A little hottie. His face was so fair, so pretty.

Ken opened *her* eyes and looked at me.

"Good morning Kate" she said.

"Good morning Ken" I replied, feeling *so* terrible about what I had done to him. But Ken didn't seem to react to having a female voice. There was no surprised look, no horror.

"It's not Ken anymore" she said. "I'd prefer if you called me Kelli instead."

"All right Kelli" I said, shocked that she was so accepting of the changes! The others had all fled in horror as they turned into women, but not Ken.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"I've never felt better in my life" she replied. "I am *so* glad that I'm a woman now."

"You...you're not mad?" I asked.

"No!" she said. "Are you crazy? This is the best thing that ever happened to me! Just look at me! I'm a sexy woman now, just like you are. And do you know what?"

"No..." I said, uncertain of what was to come.

"I'll tell you" she said. "I love you even more now, than I did last night when I fell asleep in your arms. I want you *so* much Kate! I just have to have you. I want you, right now. I want you to eat my pussy, and show me how it feels for a woman to come. I want to feel what you feel. I want to wear what you wear. I want to think like you think. I want you to help me to become just like you. And I want you to be my lover. I love you, Kate"

"I love you too" I replied, deeply surprised. I liked men, not women! I never had a feeling of attraction to another member of my gender. But not now. Ken had become Kelli, and I was still deeply in love. Only now, she was a woman. And she was getting me all wet.

I went down on her, and tasted a woman's juices for the first time. Surprisingly, I absolutely *loved* the flavor. I brought her so many times, that she was breathless.

And then, she did me. The previous night, as a man, Ken sometimes went too hard or rushed things. Not now. Now she was perfect. She did me just right, with the touch that only someone who truly understands a woman's body can have. She made me come time after time, and it was a million times better than the night before.

She didn't have a penis anymore, so there was nothing to put up inside me to make me come again. But I would go to a store, and get a double headed dldo, so we could do each other next time.

I loved her so much! I couldn't believe what I felt! I was in total and complete love with a *woman*, and she felt the same for me. We snuggled after we were done, and talked for a full hour.

 

We finally got up, took a shower together, washed each other's backs, and got into kissing under the hot steamy water. After we dried off, it was a lot of fun for me to dress her up, teach her how to do her hair, and her makeup for the first time.

We decided to go out to eat, since we were too much in the afterglow of our lovemaking session to even think about doing a chore. I marveled at how the world had changed, in just one day for me.

We had a cute guy as our waiter, and I wasn't interested in him, in the least. How could I ever even think of sleeping with a man again, after having Kelli? She was the only one for me from then on, and nobody else. I was in love with her, completely.

She rubbed her smooth leg up against mine under the table, and I felt a shiver in between my legs. I wanted her again, right then and there. Whatever Kimberly had done to my pussy, it had driven my desires through the roof. When she brought the men to see me, I had wanted it so bad that my desires took over, and I had seduced them. But now all of my desires were focused just on Kelli. I wanted sex all the time, I guess like a man does. But it had to be with her, and nobody else.

We talked for hours, as we walked hand in hand through the park. She felt the same way about me! She wanted me to teach her everything about being a woman, and she kept telling me how much she wanted to be just like me.

I was so happy that I cried a few times. We sat on a bench in the park, holding each other, and kissing. I didn't care about the looks we were getting from the passers by. They were all just jealous. I had true love, with a woman, and I was never going back.

 

Three weeks later, Kelli and I got married in a civil ceremony. We honeymooned at Key West, then returned home to start our new lives together. When I missed my period, I immediately knew it: I was pregnant. His last shot as a man hit the target. I was going to have Kelli's child.

And now, we're getting ready for our baby. We both hope it is a girl, so that it will be just girls living together, with no men to ruin our lives. If we do have a baby boy, we just might need to make a trip so that we can introduce our baby to 'Aunt' Kimberly, and ask if she'll give us a gift, and turn our baby into a girl, so she can grow up to be a woman, just like us.

  

  

  

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