Heels

Heels: A Friend In Need By Deane Christopher

Prologue

Several years ago, William Castle was dealing with the emotional fallout of a fairly messy divorce. Having taken his wedding vows seriously, Bill took the sudden and unexpected dissolution of his marriage hard. Though he and his wife had gone through some rocky times, Bill thought that he and his wife had ironed things out. Obviously his wife held with a different opinion.

Bill did not take the break-up well. In fact, once he faced the fact that his marriage was indeed over, he began to wallow in the black funk of depression. And though none of his friends or family thought that Bill was in danger of becoming suicidal, as his depression deepened it began to become a growing concern. However, as depressed as he was, there were two things that saved Bill from going off the deep end.

The first of those things had been his best friend, one Jeffery Whitehall. In the early weeks of the break up, Jeff had been there for Bill, doing everything he could think of and them some to try to bolster Bill's sagging spirits. Though it was anything but easy, Jeff fought an ongoing battle to keep Bill both busy and active. On Jeff's urgings, the two joined the local Y with their intention being to swim laps at least once a week. Granted, Jeff had to pressure Bill into going each and every Tuesday. But week after week, Jeff managed to somehow cajole Bill into meeting him at the Y's pool. Likewise, on Thursday evenings, Jeff pressured Bill into playing volleyball with a group of their high school cronies. After the games, the whole kit and caboodle of them headed over to an Irish flavored pub where they would cap off the night by shooting the shit with one another and they downing a few brewskies.

Though Jeff's intervention did help to lift Bill's sagging spirits, in the grand scheme of things it was little more than a stopgap measure. That is to say that it was not a cure-all for Bill's depression. Basically, Bill, in a zombie like fashion, went through the motions. Save for those rare and fleeting occasions, Bill, not wanting to put a damper on the proceedings, generally pretended to enjoy himself rather than setting his troubles aside, letting go and acutely enjoying himself. But all things considered, Jeff's ongoing struggle to keep Bill active went a long way in keeping Bill distracted from the woes that were doing a real number on his head.

That brings us to the second thing that saved Bill from being overwhelmed by the practically omnipresent doldrums that he seemed to relish wallowing in. And that thing, or more correctly those things, were the contents of a package that mysterious appeared on his doorstep one day. Keenly aware the he had not ordered anything recently, Bill first thought was that the parcel had been delivered to the wrong address, and that it probably belonged to one of his neighbors. However when Bill examined the address label, only to see his own name and address neatly printed on its face, he realized that he was indeed the intended recipient. Perplexing him all the more was the fact that both the address label and the return address label contained the same exact information, indicating in a nonsensical way that he had sent the package to himself. That of course was ludicrous, owing to the fact that Bill knew that had done no such thing.

Upon entering his house, Bill's first thought was to call the shipping company that had delivered the parcel in an effort to straighten out what he perceived to be an obvious mistake. Though the woman who answered the phone was sympathetic to Bill's quandary, the tracking number that was clearly printed on the shipping label bore no resemblance whatsoever to any tracking number the shipping company presently used, or for that matter, had ever used. Succinctly put, the woman politely informed Bill that the shipping company would not take the package back even if he were to try to drop it off at one of their distribution centers. As far as the shipping company was concerned, they had done their job. They had delivered the package to the correct address. Rightly or wrongly, the package and its contents belonged to the addressee, one William Castle.

Though slightly perturbed with the shipping company, Bill remained undaunted. Figuring that he would find some sort of invoice packed inside the parcel along with whatever merchandize it contained, Bill proceeded on to open the package. As one might expect, there was a whole slew of Styrofoam packing nodules cushioning what appeared to Bill to be a fairly standard sized shoebox. But there was no sign of an invoice. Figuring that the invoice must have been packed inside the shoebox, Bill continued on to lift the classy silver foiled top off of the shoebox's glossy black bottom. Once again, Bill found no invoice. What he did find inside the shoebox, wrapped in some sort of shimmering rainbow hued tissue paper, was a pair of extremely petite, black kidskin leather stiletto heeled opera pumps, along with a handsome calligraphy-penned note that contained but one word, with that word being 'Enjoy'. Setting the shoes aside for the moment, Bill examined first the shoebox, and then unusual tissue paper that the heels had been wrapped in, with the hope that they might give him a clue as to just who the manufacture was. Again, he found nothing. In a last ditch effort to determine who had mistakenly sent him what were obviously a pair of women's shoes, Bill turned to heels themselves, thinking that they would surely shed some light on the matter. However, search as he might, Bill once again came up short. With the exception of a small stylized 'Z" stamped in the bottom of the tiny heel cap of both of shoes, the pointy toed opera pumps bore no other markings to help Bill identify their origins.

Since he could not find out to whom he could return the pumps to, Bill figured that since he had no use for them himself, he would just go ahead and put the heels with the rest of the stuff he intending on eventually dropping off at Goodwill Store. However, just as he was about return the pumps to the shoebox they had come in, the phone rang, and he ended up leaving the heels sitting upright atop his living room's coffee table. And there they sat for the next several days.

Strange, but one of Bill's wife's ongoing complaints was that he was a neatness freak. However, on the day she walked out the door, that ever so irritating anal-retentive idiosyncrasy of his strolled out the door right alongside of her. To say that Bill's house was a mess would have been a kind way of putting it. In fact, a mess would have been a vast improvement over the disorganize quagmire that his house had quickly turned into in the wake of his wife's leave-taking. In all honesty, Bill's place looked as if a cyclone had not only camped out there, but had literally taken over the house's cleaning duties. In fact the mess got so bad at one point that even Bill's most unkempt friends began to find excuses not to stop by and pay him visit.

But, be that as it maybe, the significant point in all this is that the high heels remained on Bill's coffee table, standing upright, right alongside of the up-scale and extremely fashionable shoebox they had come in.

Several evenings later, as Bill sat on the sofa watching a baseball game between the home team and those despised New York Yankees, something monumental happened, something that would in fact change his life forever. Though he endeavored to keep his attention focused on the game, Bill found himself being at first distracted, and then intrigued, and finally preoccupied by the mere presence of the high heels.

Unable to discern why he was so attracted to the stiletto heels, Bill gave in to the compulsion to reexamine them. Picking up one of the ever so petite pumps, he proceeded on to turn it this way and that, as he diligently inspected it from every imaginable angel. Then, in an effort on his part to do a stare and compare, so as to determine the heel's approximate size, Bill hefted his left leg off the floor and rested the outer run of its ankle just behind the kneecap of his right leg. Having done that, Bill, using his right hand, positioned the heel in such a way so that he held it just beyond and parallel to the sole of his left foot. Though he wore only a man's size nine shoe, his foot appeared gigantic in comparison to the diminutive sized pump. That further perplexed Bill, for he could not envision a woman with a foot small enough to wear such a small shoe. A child, or perhaps a midget, might be able to wear such small pumps, but certainly not your average teenage girl, much less a full grown woman. And that begged the question as to why anyone would make that style of shoe in such a small size to begin with?

Bill never got around to pondering that question. Never sure as to what had motivated him to do so, Bill, in sort of a knee-jerk reaction, unthinking began to slide the open maw of the diminutive pump over the toe portion of the bulky-knit sock which enshrouded his raised left foot. Oddly enough and shocking the living shit out of Bill in the process, the high heel slide smoothly and comfortably into place about his foot.

As one might imagine, Bill was at a complete loss as to explain how a shoe that had no chance of fitting his foot, had done exactly that. Though snug, the heel neither pinched nor hurt. In fact, as flabbergasted as he was at that moment, Bill could not recall a shoe ever feeling as comfortable as the opera pump felt.

Then, startling him all the more, Bill became aware of the fact that his left foot, the very same foot upon which now sported an ever so provocative stiletto heeled pump, was no longer wearing a white bulky-knit sock. Rather, his left foot was enchantingly encased in the coffee brown weave of sheer nylon hosiery.

"What the fuck's going on here?" Bill frantically exclaimed, as he reached down, and with a harsh yank, pulled the spiked heel clear of his foot, only to see the hosiery that still encased his foot began to noticeable lighten, as it progressively made the transition back into a bulky-knit sock.

Having taken a rather protracted moment to assess what had just transpired, a thoroughly bewildered, but nonetheless extremely intrigued Bill decided to repeat the experiment. Chiding himself to pay close attention, a badly shaken Bill timidly slid the pump unto his awaiting appendage. "Well, I'll be dammed!" an astounded Bill bemusedly muttered, as he watched his sock transmogrify into a nylon footy; a footy whose upper extent began to flow steadily up his leg, to the point where the hosiery actually passed beneath the gathered cuff of the sweatpants he was wearing.

Not sure what to make of what was happening, Bill once again reached down and plucked the high heel from off of his foot. As he did so, the sheer nylon material encasing the lower portion of his left leg began to recede, as it progressively changed back into a sock. However, it seemed to Bill that it took a tad bit longer for the sock to reconstitute itself than it had previously.

Pushing the elastic hem of his sweatpants to just below his knee, Bill repeated the experiment for a third time. On this occasion, Bill allowed the sensual mesh of the nylon material to climb all the way up to mid-calf level before he reached down and lifted the opera pump clear of his foot. Not only did the transition from nylon hosiery back to wool sock take longer than it had before, but Bill thought that upon removing the spiked heel that his foot looked considerably more like a woman's foot than it did a man's. And the reason he initially thought that was because his foot looked smaller, smaller and cuter, and its' instep appeared to have a markedly higher arch than he ever remembered it having before. However, that impression of his soon passed, leading him to assume that his perception had gone wacky, and that his eyes had to be playing tricks on him.

On the fourth go-around, Bill held off removing the stiletto until he felt the nylon hosiery climbed to the mid-point of his left thigh. Immediately upon removal of the pump, a quick stare and compare of both of his feet confirmed the fact that his eyes had not deceived him. His left foot was indeed smaller than his right foot. Likewise, the instep of his left foot was at that particular moment in time arched higher than that of his right foot. Added to that, Bill realized that the shoe he was holding appeared to be a good deal larger than the one that still resided upon the coffee table, even though the one he held was already in the process of shrinking back to the diminutive size of its mate.

Even more intrigued than he had been before, Bill decided to switch feet. As expected, the other pump had the same effect on his right foot as its counterpart had had on his left foot. Bill also took note of another rather fascinating change that was occurring as the nylon hosiery fluidly flowed upwards towards his groin. The leg that the hosiery so sensually climbed was being systematically re-sculptured, going from a man's hairy and muscular leg to the alluring symmetry of a woman's ever so smooth, hairless, and sexy lower appendage.

Having reached the conclusion that the time for experimentation with just one foot was over, Bill reached down and adroitly plucked the pump from off of his right foot. Anxious to see what would happen when he tried on both shoes at the same time, Bill became impatient as he sat there waiting for his right leg to return to its normal manly disposition. Once it did, just to be on the safe side, Bill decided to give it another two minutes before proceeding.

Though he did so with a good deal of trepidation, Bill, starting with his right foot and moving immediately to his left, donned the heels. As before, the dirty white bulk-knit socks he was wearing began to metamorphose into coffee brown nylon hosiery. 'Damn!' he thought. 'I should've had the good sense to take off my sweatpants before I started. Oh, well...'

Oddly enough, as the heels' feminizing effect reached just beyond the level of those knobby knees of his, Bill realized that the sweatpants he was wearing were also being affected by what he had begun to think of as the inherent magical wherewithal of the heels. Though still baggy about the upper third his leg, the bottom two thirds of his sweatpants appeared to Bill to have constricted to form body-hugging leggings. And that was not the only change that his sweatpants were in the process of undergoing. While the baggy top one third was still a drab cotton/polyester mix, the body hugging bottom two thirds had the sheen and feel of a slinky nylon/lycra weave.

"Oh, my God!" Bill clamored, as he felt an eerie, though not all that unpleasant tingling sensation flow upwards through his groin. In an attempt to assess the damage, Bill thrust her right hand under the elastic waistband of the shimmering nylon/lycra leggings that showcased those shapely and ever so sexy legs of hers.

Even as her probing fingers came in contact with the multiple lip folds of that new, ultra feminine crease of hers, Bill felt her waist constrict and her tummy flatten. 'Holy shit!' her mind shirked. 'My pecker's gone! This is crazy. I've actually got a vagina down there now. These heels, they're actually changing me into a girl.'

Right then and there, Bill panicked. Hoping against hope that the damage could be undone, she hastily bent down and practically tore those magical high heels from off of her feet. A tense moment or two followed as Bill desperately tried to discern if she was beginning to retrogress back into manhood.

She was. And that made him very, very happy, to the point where he actually became ecstatic about it.

Ten minutes later, after a good stiff drink of scotch to bolster his resolve, Bill decided to have another go at it. However, before he donned the heels, he prudently relocated to the upstairs bathroom so that he could better monitor what was occurring in the full length mirror that was affixed to the back of the bathroom door. He also decided to take off all of his clothes. That way he could watch as that manly member of his reconfigured itself into a woman's pussy. Needless to say, a thoroughly turned-on Bill was amazed at not only how fluidly, but also how rapidly the transsexualization of her loin's occurred.

As soon as he stepped into the stilettos, Bill became aware of two things that he hadn't noticed before, owing to fact that prior to this he had been far too preoccupied with the primary changes that his donning of the heels invoked. First off, he realized that the mere act of wearing the pumps had made him horny as hell. Secondly, his horniness caused his pecker to engorge blood at an accelerated rate. That being the case, by the time the lower portion of his legs were those of an attractive woman, Bill was well on the way to sporting a first rate hard-on. Fighting the urge to jerk-off, Bill looked on in amazement as his blood-engorged penis began to swiftly dwindle down to the size of an infant's ere the multiple lip folds that had formed out of his testicles extended forward, fluidly engulfing the ever so sensitive clitoral nub that her penis had miraculously transmogrified into.

Though Bill was far to preoccupied with the changes that his primary sexual equipment was undergoing to notice, several other rather noteworthy changes were occurring almost simultaneously. That manly hung and hairy ass of Bill's was being re-sculptured into the ever so scrumptious, hairless, heart-shaped derriere of a lovely young sexpot's. Concurrent with that, Bill's hips splayed mere seconds before her waist began to contract, there by completing two-thirds of the bodacious hourglass figure she was destined to have.

Gazing at herself in the mirror, Bill had to laugh at how absolutely ludicrous she looked at that point in the proceedings. There she was, every bit the lovely young woman from the waist down, while from the waist up, she was still was very much the hairy chested man she had always been.

Though her beer-belly was only in their early stages of development, owing to the fact that Bill watched what she ate and tried to keep fit by exercising, and more recently swimming laps several times a week at the Y, she really enjoyed watching her budding stomach-paunch flatten out and form itself into a taut and trim little tummy.

Fancying herself a true connoisseur of women's breast, Bill eagerly anticipated the development of her own mammary glands. Oddly enough, she was initially disconcerted when that manly chest of hers lost all semblance of rigidity and droopily sagged. However, within a few seconds, Bill fears began to subside, as her areola began to both darken and enlarge. Concurrently to that, the area immediately surrounding her teats began to inflate in a balloon-like fashion into the slightly raised nubbins that are the hallmark of a female's early adolescence. A half a dozen heart beats after that, though her bosom was still on the small side, Bill could definitely lay claim having a pair, albeit not what she would ascribe to being a truly great and upstanding pair. But Bill's breast development did not stop there. The ballooning effect continued to expand those chest melons of hers to the point where Bill was starting to become fearful that her mammary might grow to gross proportions.

Luckily, that did not happen. Her breast development stopped at ample, or as Bill would later come to call it, the Goldilocks Point, with that point being neither to small, nor to large, but to her way of thinking, just right.

In Bill's admittedly biased opinion, her breast were about as perfect as perfect could be. She could not envision any woman with better breast than those magical high heels of hers had fitted her out with. Added to that, not only did they look absolutely fantastic, one touch, one teasing little finger-swipe of her nipples, confirmed the fact that they were as sensitive as all get-out.

Taking another look at herself in the mirror, Bill's mind clamored, 'God! Am I a sight, or what?'

And Bill was right. She was a sight. From neck down she was all woman, fitted out with a body that wouldn't quit. However, sitting atop that ever so alluring body of hers was perched a head that was still as masculine as it ever had been. Add to that, making her look like some sort of grotesque sexual amalgamation, her arms and hands were still very much that of the man she had been born to be.

Curious to see how she would look as a female, Bill had initially planned to allow the transsexualization process to run its course. However, as her neck began to take on the appearance of refined elegance, she began to second-guess herself. Then, just as her five o'clock shadow was beginning to fade from that manly sculptured face of hers, fearing that she would be stuck as woman for the rest of her life if she allowed the transsexualization to go full-term, Bill panicked and frantically stepped out of the heels.

Oddly enough, though she was extremely relived on one hand to see that her body was indeed changing back into that of a man's, Bill was thoroughly pissed-off at herself for chickening-out. In fact, she was so pissed-off at herself that she began to verbally castigate herself for being such a ninny about the whole thing. Much like the character Gollum in J. R. R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings saga, Bill began to verbally debate with herself the pros and cons that were involved were she to go whole hog, and allow the transsexualization to run its course.

The logically aspects of Bill's mind questioned, 'Do you really want to see what you looked like as a woman?'

The emotional aspects of Bill's mind responded, 'Yes, very much so!'

That prompted the logically aspects of Bill's mind to pose another question. 'Do you think that if you let the process run its course you'll end up stuck as a woman?'

To wit, the emotional aspects of Bill's mind responded, 'No, not really. Given the way the heels seem to work, I'm inclined to believe that once I take them off, I'll simply change back into my old self.'

That answer caused the logically aspects of Bill's mind to ask yet another question. 'Yeah, but what if that's not the case? What if you're wrong about that, pal? Tell me, what the hell are you going to do if you find that you have to spend the rest of your life as a woman?'

The emotional aspects of Bill's mind responded, 'I don't know. What I do know is that I really want to try this. Look, I know it's risky. And I know that there's no way I could handle being a woman on a twenty-four seven bases. But I still want to try. I mean, I'll never forgive myself if I don't.'

In the end, round about the time that her fledgling beer-belly was beginning the process of reasserting itself, Bill's emotional side won the debate. In an effort on her part to restart her male to female transsexualization before her male genitalia put in a re-appearance, Bill nimbly stepped into first the right pump, and then the left.

It worked. As soon as the stilettos were back on her feet, the transsexualization process did an immediate one-eighty. Bill, though still apprehensive over what might or might not transpire, was nevertheless elated over the fact that things seemed to be back on track, and that she would soon be fondling and caressing the super-sensitive nipples of those magnificent new breast of hers once again.

Several minutes later, with a come-hither voice that gushed with raw and eager sense of sensuality, Bill giddily gasped, as coil after coil after of honey-gold terseness elongated to a point where they began to cascade down the middle of her back. "Oh, my God!" she joyfully shrieked. "I can't believe how beautiful I am! I mean, even if I do say so myself, I am one fine looking woman if ever there was one! I don't know how these heels did it, but I've got to admit that they done good! I look terrific! Hell! I look so good right now that if I still had that trusty old pecker of mine, it'd be standing at attention, and chomping at the bit for me to jump in and lend a hand..."

Though Bill's elation never entirely subsided, her growing sense of apprehension about whether or not she could ever return to her manly state did tend to take the edge off of it. That is to say that she was betwixt and between as to what she should do. Her indecision tormented her. Now that she was a woman, at least in a purely physical sense, Bill wondered is she should she do the prudent thing, and just go ahead and remove the heels to see if she would start to revert back? Or, should she do what she really wanted to do, and take some time to both explore and enjoy that bodacious new body of hers?

After a rather heated debate with herself, Bill reached a compromise. She would give herself a good fifteen minutes as a woman before removing the heels in order to see whether or not she would revert back.

Well, needless to say that once Bill got around to investigating how all those new erogenous zones of hers worked that fifteen-minute timeline hers went right out the window. An hour and a half later, having finger-flicked herself into a state of orgasmic ecstasy several times in quick succession, Bill, who was now a self avowed narcissist and a nymphomaniac to boot, came to the stark and troubling realization that she may have imprudently overstayed her welcome. In a knee-jerk reaction that was anything but lady-like, Bill quickly reached down and removed the stilettos, hoping and praying that she would begin to change back into a man in short order.

To Bill's chagrin, nothing happened. She remained the woman she was.

Riding roughshod over the damn near overwhelming and omnipresent urge to give into panic, Bill chided herself to give it five minutes, as if there was anything she could do about the situation then.

Five minutes became ten minutes and then fifteen and still Bill could see nothing to give her hope that a change back to normalcy was in the offing. For all Bill knew she was going to be stuck as a woman for the rest of what would now be a most unnatural life, owing to the fact that while her body was indeed as female as female could be, she perceived that her mind staunchly retained its manly orientation. One look at herself in the mirror was all Bill needed to confirm the fact that mentally speaking, she was still very much a man, a man who possessed not only a very healthy male libido, but also an extremely vivid and, in light of her new sexual status as a fully functional female, a lecherous and perverted imagination as well.

To say that Bill was pissed would have been the grossest of understatements. Though she had thoroughly enjoyed getting off as a girl, and would not mind being able to do so again, Bill desperately wanted to be a man again. The problem was that she had no idea how to achieve that desire of hers. She tried wishing. She tried praying. But nothing she did worked.

As frazzled and annoyed as she was, Bill went from being pissed to being paranoid in the blink of one of those ever so tantalizing baby blue eyes of hers. Given the heels had mysteriously shown up on her doorstep, Bill began to suspect that she was the butt of someone's cruel joke. That or someone really had it in for her. Grabbing a pencil and a piece of paper, she divided the sheet of paper into two columns and hastily began to jot down a list of possible suspects that fit either one, or the other, or in some cases, both of the categories.

Having done that, Bill began to run through both lists, evaluating, and by in large, eliminating names for one reason or another as she proceeded down the list of names she had jotted down. A second run through the lists whittled the possible suspects down to one sigh of a handful. Two were practical jokers. Another guy hated Bill's guts. And then there was Bill's ex.

While she sat perched on the edge of her bed, unaware of the fact that she had started playing around with one of those sensitive nipples of hers, an extremely distraught and overly suspicious Bill began to carefully reexamine the remaining four suspects. Grudgingly, Bill came to the conclusion that it was unlikely that either one of the two practical jokers that she knew would go to such extremes to pull off a prank.

The same could be said of that slimy son of a bitch who hated Bill's guts. The simple fact was that the bastard had neither the smarts nor patience to pull off something in the nature of the heels. While there was little doubt that SOB would have gotten a real kick out of turning Bill into a member of the opposite sex, knowing the guy as Bill did, Bill knew that he would not have left something like that to chance. Plus, the bastard would have wanted to be on hand to see Bill go from guy to gal. Then, knowing pretty much how that immoral asshole thought, Bill knew that the bastard would have found a way to forced her into going down on him, before getting down to the business of reaming her out.

That left Bill with one other person to consider, with that other person being none other than her ex-wife, Susan.

If someone had indeed sent Bills the heels with the hope that he would eventually try them on, and end up getting stuck as a female for the rest of her life, that person could have been Susan. Though Bill had not been aware of it prior to marrying her, he found out shortly after he did so that she was not what one would call a nice person. Susan had a short fuse and an extremely vengeful nature. Added to that, Bill had to admit that his ex was also both patient and diabolical enough to have sent him the heels. Susan was also a New Age kook, who bought into anything that even hinted at being of a metaphysical nature.

However, after careful consideration, Bill, who had once again started playing around with that new clit of hers, came to the conclusion that her ex could not have been the person responsible for sending her the heels. Bill based her reasoning on her ex's vanity. There was just no way that Susan would ever turn Bill into a woman who was prettier than she was. There was no way that Susan's vanity would allow something like that to happen.

After almost an hour and a half of trying to figure out who might have sent the high heels to her, a very horny and turned-on Bill was back to square one. While she was half tempted to call a few of the people that were on her short list of suspects, and demand that they tell her how to go about changing herself back into a man again, Bill thought better of it. Faced with the ignominy of having to confess that she had actually been foolish enough to have allowed her transsexualization to go full term, Bill realized that she did not want anyone to know how badly she had been duped, if in fact she had been duped.

Though it was a small hope at best, Bill, who was struggling hard to remain optimistic, hoped and prayed that those magical high heels of hers worked something like Cinderella's glass slippers, and that she would begin to change back into a man again at the stroke of midnight. The trouble with that was the fact that Bill's was not anything close to an optimist. She was a pragmatist, who endeavored to take the realistic view of things. Trouble was, whenever Bill offered a realistic view of any given situation, more times than not, he tended to sound more like a pessimist than he ever did an optimist. That was because the School of Hard Knocks had taught him that reality has a marked tendency to suck.

While she sat there on her bed, twiddling around with that nifty new clit of hers, Bill, aware that there was nothing she could do that night to get her old body back, decided to once again enjoy the perks of her new found femininity.

'Damn!' she thought. 'This new clit of mine sure feels a whole hell of lot bigger than it did earlier. Strange...' Bill was even more perplexed. 'Not only does it feel a good deal larger than it did before, it's nowhere near as sensitive as it felt earlier...'

Glancing downwards towards his groin, Bill failed to immediately recognize the fact that his view was no longer obstructed by those conical new endowments of his. Had he, he would have realized that he was well on the way to regaining his manhood. However, given his rather frazzled state of mind, Bill did not at first pick-up on the fact that he was in the process of changing back into a man again.

Aware that something was not as it should be, a befuddled Bill stared at his loins only to realize the fact that he was no longer fingering the elusive nub of a woman's clitoris. Though it took him a moment or two, it finally dawned on Bill that instead of fingering a woman's clitoris; he was instead employing the thumb and index finger of his right hand to ardently stroke a penis that was about the size of a toddler's.

"Well, what do you know! I've got my trusty old pecker back!" an extremely relieved and jubilant Bill joyously proclaimed, as he watched his penis continued to grow both larger and thicker. "Thank you, Lord! Thank you for changing me back into a man again!"

Though Bill had half a mind to try those magical high heels of his on again, he did not want to tempt fate. That being the case, he decided to do the prudent thing, and call it a night. But before he did that, Bill prudently picked up the discarded heels and, clearing a spot for them on his dresser, placed them there.

Needless to say, Bill was not very productive the following day at work. He was by far too preoccupied with thoughts of the heels, and how they had changed him into a bona fide woman. Added to that, he found that he was being constantly distracted by thoughts of how utterly fantastic he looked as a femme fatale. Worse, the damn near omnipresent memory of the unbelievable amounts of sheer unadulterated pleasure that he had had enjoyed as a woman made it damn near impossible for him to concentrate on anything that was work related. Throughout the day, all Bill could think of was going home and slipping back into those marvelous high heels of his.

As obsessed as Bill was thinking about those magical high heels of his, on his way home from work he began to piece together a theory revolving around the amount of time he had spent as a female after removing the stilettos. Reasonable sure that he had an explanation as to what had happened, Bill planned on putting that theory of his to the test as soon as he got home.

And that is just what Bill did. As soon as he got in the door, he sprinted up the stairs and into his bedroom. A moment later, he had his loafers off and was slipping those manly sized feet of his into those ever so petite heels. Taking a quick moment to jot down the time, Bill, oblivious to just how nimbly he maneuvered while wearing such perilous footwear, fairly dashed into the bathroom, and began to check himself out in the full-length mirror that awaited him there.

Bill, who was already horny from the day-long anticipation of what was to occur, became even hornier as he watched his body, and the clothes adorning it, make the steady and fluid transition from male to female. "Oh, my God!' she thought, as the charcoal slacks she had been wearing transmogrified into shimmering black Lycra/Spandex leggings. 'Have I got a great pair of legs, or what?' Several minutes later, as the white bulky knit sweater she was wearing smartly conformed to attractively showcase that new cleavage of hers, Bill, who had already started to teasingly caress that portion of the Spandex leggings concealing that revamped crotch of hers, mused aloud, "Holy, shit! Now that, my friend, is one fantastic set of knockers if ever there was one..."

Having worked herself into a sexual frenzy, Bill, her voice still a manly baritone, narcissistically clamored, "I can't stand it any longer! I've just got to get these clothes off so that I can have at myself!" Then, upon the realization that she would have to take off the heels in order to remove the leggings encasing her lower half, Bill, whose vagina had already begun leaking love-juices like a sieve, shit-canned that idea out of hand, opting to only remove her sweater for the time being. In a frantic, to be almost spastic, unlady-like performance, Bill yanked and tugged that ever so flattering fisherman knit sweater up and off her torso. 'Well, what do you know!" she sensually exclaimed with that silky smooth contra-alto voice of hers. "I'm wearing a bra. The T-shirt I was wearing must have up and changed into one. Well, isn't that convenient? And it's satin, no less! Imagine me, wearing a bra. Too bad it and these tights I'm wearing aren't silver. I just love seeing women wearing anything silver..."

At that precise moment in time, something occurred that shocked the living shit out of Bill. Even as she expressed her liking for women trussed up in shimmering silver duds, her pearl-white bra, and slinky black leggings, along with the heels themselves, instantaneously adopted a dazzling silver luster.

"Oh, my God!" she giddily clamored. "What the hell just happened? What the hell's going on here? I say I like seeing women decked out in silver, and just like that, everything I'm wearing is silver! Hell, even these heels of mine are now silver. This is great." Bill was ecstatic. "I wonder what else these heels of my can do..."

In the days and weeks that followed, Bill, through a lot of trail and error, pretty much provided answers for that very apropos question of hers.

Bill's hunch about lag girl-time proved to be correct. There was indeed a penalty time enacted each and every time he wore the pumps. For every unit of time Bill wore the heels in order to change himself into a bona fide member of the opposite sex, she would spend a like amount time as a female once she took off those magical high heels of hers. That is to say that if Bill spent an hour as a woman while wearing the heels, and then took them off, she would be penalized, and have to spend another hour as a femme fatale before she regressed back into a man again.

Co-opting a term he had learned when taking a course to become a certified scuba diver, Bill began to refer to this penalty, or lag-time, as Residual Girl Time.

Though the Residual Girl Time issue posed a potential problem for Bill, it was easily manageable. All that was needed was a little foresight, and some basic record keeping. The truth is that the only time that the Residual Girl Time business came close to causing a problem for Bill occurred one spring, a year or so after he came into possession of the heels. For some reason or another, Bill forgot to take into account the enactment of Daylight Saving Time. Owing to that oversight of his, Bill, who was scheduled to work that Sunday, woke up to shocking realization that he was still a she. Needless to say that Bill went into work an hour late that Sunday; earning him one glaring awshit from his asshole of a boss, which in turn, negated a hundred of those hard earned ataboys that he had managed to accumulate since his last evaluation.

Basically, the way Bill had it figured, weekdays did not present any problem whatsoever. If he had nothing planned, and so opted to spend the evening femmed-out to the max, as long as she took off the heels before midnight, she'd revert to being a man again before six the following morning. Weekends were another matter. Unlike weekdays, weekends required a little planning on Bill's part. And given the fact that Bill did not let to many days go by without logging a little girl-time, there were only a handful of weekends in which Bill did not spend at least a few hours as a certified member of the crotch creased club.

Bill was also quick to pick up on the fact that not only did the heels change any male attire he might be wearing into female attire, they also allowed her to drastically modify that female attire into anything that tickled that rather perverted male fancy of hers. That is to say that once female, Bill found that she could use the heels' inherent magical wherewithal to instantaneously reconfigure the garments she was presently wearing into anything that little lecherous heart of hers could devise. In other words, Bill could go from wearing a skimpy bikini to the splendor of an alluring evening gown in the mere blink of an eye. All she had to do was picture what she would like to be wearing in that staunchly male mind of hers, blink and - Whalla! - that is what she would find herself wearing.

When it came to Bill's magically manufacture feminine attire there was one interesting little codicil that the heels religiously enforced. The heels ensured that as a woman, Bill would always look her very best. No matter what Bill elected to wear when operating as a female, it would be both pleasing to the eye, and extremely flattering to that curvaceous figure of hers. Needless to say, Bill thoroughly enjoyed the ability that allowed her to alter her feminine attire to suit those manly couched whims of hers to the point where when it became time to clean the house, more times than not, Bill would do so decked out in the satin finery of a scantly clad French Maid.

As a woman, Bill took great pains to tease, and to please that healthy male libido of hers, adorning that sexy body of hers in all sort of fetish attire. Though she generally liked to lounge around the house in Lycra/Spandex tights, and either a bulky-knit sweater or luxurious satin blouse, occasionally Bill would opted for something along the lines of a Playboy Bunny Costume, or if not that, an I Dream of Jeannie styled harem girl ensemble.

In fact, it was the fetish attire business that led Bill to discover another rather novel and titillating facet of the heels' inherent magic. One evening while putting on a flash fetish fashion show for herself, Bill blinked herself out of a Dallas Cheerleader Outfit and into not only the stunning silver wetsuit that Angelina Jolie wore in Tomb Raider II, but into the spitting image of Angelina Jolie herself. Though shocked and amazed at first, Bill, not one to look a gift horse in mouth, decided in short order to put that new found talent of hers to the test. Grabbing an Entertainment Magazine to use as a point of reference, Bill began flipping through the pages, assuming the appearance and attire of one gorgeous babe after another as she did so. As a woman, Bill found that she could be tall or short, white or black, Oriental, or Asian, African or European, or any conceivable mixture. She could chose her eye color, her hair color, the length of hair, and whether that hair of hers was kinky, curly, or straight. She could pick her complexion, and damn near any other physical attribute that one could call to mind. Once on a whim, just to see hard far she could push the envelope, Bill went so far as to change herself into a blonde harried, blue eyed, ebony skinned Australian Aborigine.

There were several things that Bill could not do. For instances, the heels would not allow Bill to change herself into an unattractive woman. The heels were adamant that as a woman, Bill was going to be on the beautiful, to drop dead gorgeous side of attractive. In like manner, the heels would not allow Bill to change herself into either a prepubescent female or postmenopausal woman. The age of the woman Bill became had to fall within the nominal parameters of menstruation. Generally speaking, Bill liked to look in her early to mid-twenties when operating out in public as a female. It should also be noted that even though the heels allowed Bill to assume the appearance of any attractive menstruating female, once the novelty passed, ninety-nine percent of the time Bill spent femmed out to the max, she did so as the twenty-something, knock-down, drop-dead gorgeous blonde bombshell that her heels had initially turned her into.

Back in the beginning, back when Bill first began using the heels to turn himself into a bonfire woman, he was like that kid in a candy store that you are always hearing about. To put it bluntly, Bill found the sheer novelty of being able to spend time as a member of the opposite sex so erotically compelling that he spent almost all of his downtime as a female. But more than anything, as perverted and perverse as it might sound, Bill loved the multi-orgasmic rush that she enjoyed whenever she tickled that new fancy of hers, so much so that Bill quickly became mentally addicted to getting those female rocks of hers off.

As much as he enjoyed lounging around the house as a female, Bill found the prospect of going out in public as one to be quite daunting. He was absolutely terrified of attempting it. As far as Bill was concerned, turning oneself into a woman was one thing. Functioning as one out in the public eye as one was something else altogether.

As a man, Bill always had an aversion to feeling conspicuous. He did not like to stand out in a crowd. When and wherever possible, he liked to blend in. However, given how fantastic he looked decked out as a woman, Bill realized that people could not fail to notice her. Women, he presumed, would have a marked tendency to be envious of her good looks. And as far as men were concerned, Bill held no delusions. There was just no getting around the fact that men would be constantly eyeing his female persona up one side and down the other. And just the thought of having guys according him as a piece of eye-candy unnerved Bill to no end.

Somewhere around six weeks after those magical high heels had mysteriously appeared on his doorsteps, a bad bout of cabin fervor, working in conjunction with his renewed sense of self-confidence, drove Bill to make a monumental decision. Though it took a lot of soul searching on his part, he came to the conclusion that it was high time for him to venture out of the house for the first time as a member of the opposite sex. Donning the heels, Bill fought the urge to chicken out as he crammed that well entrenched male ego of his up inside of that nifty new honey pot of hers. Then, aware that that the slinky black catsuit that her pajamas had on their own accord transmogrified into were inappropriate attire for the day ahead, Bill opted for something of a more casual nature. Closing her eyes, Bill proceed on to blink herself into an outfit that consisted of a lightweight black leather jacket, a white turtleneck sweater, a pair of skintight designer jeans, and of course those magical high heels of hers.

Feeling as if everyone in the neighborhood was watching her, Bill rode roughshod over her inhibitions as she endeavored to casually saunter out to the curb where her pickup was parked. Climbing in behind the wheel, she adjusted both the front seat and the rearview mirror in order to compensate for her female body's slightly shorter stature. Turning on the ignition, Bill took a deep breath as a means to reinforce her resolve. Chiding herself that everything was going to be fine, and that no one would pick up on the fact that she was not really a girl at heart, an extremely nervous Bill headed off for a day of window shopping at the mall.

All things considered, the day went off a lot better than Bill had expected it would. While it was true that men were constantly giving her the hairy eyeball, Bill handled it far better than she ever thought she would. Truth be told, save for a few random occasions in which a few men's stares where so blatantly threatening that they unsettled her, Bill found that once she got passed the all the ignominy involved, she began to actually enjoy the extemporaneous thrill she derived when men gazed at her admiringly. Though she refused to admit it even to herself, as time went on Bill began to really enjoy playing the part of Little Miss Innocent, the dick teaser's dick teaser.

After that initial occasion of venturing out in public as a female, Bill began doing so with increasing frequency. In fact, after a time, practically all of his mundane shopping, such as grocery and the like, was accomplished while functioning as a member of the fairer sex.

The heels began to restore Bill's confidence and sense of self-worth. And as his confidence grew, women who would not have given him the time of day in the wake of his wife's leaving, eagerly began to acquiesce to going out on a date with him. Once on a date, Bill's newfound familiarity with the various ins and outs of the female anatomy, came into play. As one might expect, the insider knowledge Bill possessed of the subtle workings of all the various female erogenous zones, as a rule resulted in Bill's date inviting him in for a nightcap, with that nightcap involving a lot more than just something to drink. Needless to say that once the word of Bill's sexual prowess as a slow-handed lover got around, he became a sought after commodity with the ladies.

Having only dated a handful of women before hooking up with his soon to be divorced wife, Bill made the most out of his newfound popularity with the ladies. In other words, Bill took up a new hobby, with that hobby being none other than the tongue in grove pursuits of an amateur gynecology. Like a kid in a candy store, Bill went on a sexual binge, as he began to bed one woman after another, in an all out effort on his part to add notches to his thighbone.

Eventually, Bill began to tire of playing the field. While it was a hell of a lot of fun for him at first, Bill found that the amount satisfaction he derived from hoping from one woman's bed to another had begun to diminish as the number of women he bedded markedly increased. Somewhere along the line, after a good deal of soul searching, an extremely tuckered out Bill came to the conclusion that what he really looking for was quality over quantity.

That being the case, Bill began to date with his goal being to establishing an exclusive relationship with one woman at a time. And, for the most part, that is essentially what he did, with those one-on-one relationships of his lasting anywhere from several weeks to somewhere in the neighborhood of six months or more. Bill even went so far as to fall, if not in love; at least in lust with a handful of the women he dated. In fact, there were several women who forced Bill to consider the possibility of his getting married again.

But there were several closely related problems that factor into that rather monumental decision.

The first problem was that the heels had turned Bill into a narcissist of the First Water. The woman he was infatuated with most was none other than his own feminine alter ego. That meant that none of the women he entered into exclusive relationships with could ever measured up to his own feminine alter ego. Added to that, what Bill was looking for in a woman was someone who could not only accept him in both his male and female personas, but also engage in sexual relationships with both of those sexual persuasions of his. Being the realist that he was, Bill knew such a woman would be hard to find. And if he ever did find such an understanding and sexually ambidextrous woman, Bill was not at all sure how he would go about broaching the subject of his sexual duality.

As it happened, the heels, mysteriously showing up on his doorstep as they had, proved to be Bill's salvation. For all intent and purposes, they turned his life around. They proved to be the major factor involved in rebuilding his sense of self-worth. Basically, they made him feel good about himself. All things considered, even if it meant that he would remain a bachelor for the rest of his life, sexually speaking Bill felt that those magical high heels of his afforded him the best of both worlds. While he thoroughly enjoyed being the man he had been born to be, there was no getting around the fact that he also relished his almost daily sojourns as a vivacious young woman.

To put it bluntly, the heels allowed Bill the ability to live a very self-centered, to the point of being almost selfish, self-contained life. And while it is true that there were times, though infrequent and of short duration when he did just that, Bill was by far to gregarious an individual to cut himself off from friends and family for any extended period of time. As much as he treasured the time he spent operating as a female, Bill treasured the relationships he had with friends and family. However, fearing that it would be a rare individual who would be either understanding enough, or tolerant enough to abide his frequent forays into the fascinating world of the feminine mystique, Bill closely guarded the secret life that the heels afforded him. Though there were times when he felt the pressing need to tell someone about the heels and how they allowed him to function as an anatomically correct member of the opposite sex, he always thought better of it, save when it came to his sister. Though it was not easy thing for him to do so, Bill, feeling the pressing need for some coaching when it came to the ins and outs of the feminine mystique, looked to his sister for help.

Though Beth Castle was constantly poking fun at him and calling Bill names such as the pervert in petticoats, or her brother the transsexuals' transsexual, Bill's sister proved to be a real godsend. Without any qualms or qualifications, Beth took Sara, the name Bill had chosen for his feminine alter ego, under her wings and taught her how to accord herself as the young woman she appeared to be. In fact, as time went on, Beth confessed that she enjoyed spending time with her sister, Sara, more than she ever did with her brother, Bill. Though she was somewhat inebriated at the time, one evening while the two 'sisters' were commiserating with each other over a bottle of Chardonnay, Beth went so far as to teasingly imply that it was a real shame that Bill had not been born a girl. Slurring her words ever so slightly, Beth continued to point out the fact that Sara had a real zest for life, where as she found her brother her brother Bill was a real stick in the mud. Oddly enough, Sara, who was felling any pain either, found herself in total agreement with her sister's assessment.

Chapter 1

Three and a half years after he came into possession of those magical high heels of his, Bill was living what he deemed to be a rewarding, somewhat selfish, and generally carefree life of a bachelor slash part-time bachelorette. Having amicably ended a seven-month relationship with a very nice young lady, Bill was in one of his infrequent dating dry-spells when his oldest and dearest friend, one Jeff Whitehall, called early one evening and informed Bill that his wife, Stacy, had up and left him. Knowing that Jeff would take the break-up hard, Bill did not waste a minute. Grabbing his wallet, watch and his keys, Bill bounded out the door of his house. Climbing in behind the wheel of his pickup, Bill sped off to spend the evening commiserating with Jeff over the apparent dissolution of his friend's marriage.

As Bill suspected, Jeff was devastated by his wife's unexpected announcement that she was leaving him, and that he would be hearing from her lawyer within the next week or so. Jeff, having admitted to Bill that he and Stacy had been going through a rather rough spell, seemed to think that things were getting better. Apparently Stacy held another opinion.

Having gone through a rather messy divorce a few years prior himself, Bill knew that his friend was in for bad spell. But as bad as had been for Bill, it soon became apparent that Jeff was taking the dissolution of his marriage far harder than Bill ever had his. Where Bill's self-esteem had been severely dented in the wake of the break-up of his marriage, Jeff's sense of self-worth took a serious nose-dive, quickly plummeting to a point where it was for all practically purposes nonexistent.

In an effort to help his friend, Bill tried everything he could think of and then some to bolster Jeff's spirits. But try as he might, nothing Bill did seemed to work. Jeff stolidly remained a morose shell of his former self. Basically, Jeff became an automaton, going through the motions of living without allow himself any of the enjoyment that life bestows along the way.

As the weeks stretched into months, without any appreciable sign of Jeff beginning to claw his way out the doldrums that he wallowed in, Bill began to become increasingly concerned. While Bill did not think that his friend was in any way suicidal, he truly believed that a crisis was on the horizon, and that if Jeff did not snap out of his depression soon, something drastic would happened.

The heels had been Bill's salvation. That led Bill to speculate that they might just prove to be Jeff's as well.

As perverted as it was, Bill enjoyed spending time as a woman far too much to ever consider the notion of lending Jeff the heels. That was not an option. Bill was not about to part with those magical high heels of his even for a day, much less the months that it would take his friend to fully recover. Besides, lurking in the back of Bill's mind was the sneaky suspicion that those magical high heels of his would not work for Jeff the way they did for him. And Bill was right. Though he was completely unaware of it, the heels had formed a metaphysical bond him and owing to that, they would not work their magic on anyone else but him. Added to that was the fact that while Bill enjoyed spending time as a woman, it did not follow that Jeff would too.

Having taken all that into consideration, Bill came up with another idea. Reasoning that the quickest way to bolster Jeff's self-esteem was if a new woman were to enter Jeff's life. While it was true that Bill could arrange a date for Jeff with any one of several of the single women he knew, given his friend's present state of mind, doing so would be risky at best. When it came to the dating scene, Jeff was his own worst enemy, your quintessential accident waiting to happen. It would take a magical night, or a very special kind of woman to deal with someone as morose as Jeff tended to be. It did not take a rocket scientist to realize that it was just too risky to try to arrange a date for Jeff. Bill knew all to well that a bad experience at this stage of the game could well prove to be disastrous. It might even push Jeff right over the edge and send him into an emotional tailspin.

However, Bill knew that he did not need to set Jeff up with a date with any of the women he knew. While he in no way relished the idea, Bill was aware of the fact that he could use those heels of his to actually function as Jeff's date. In that way Bill could negate pretty much all the risk factors involved in such an undertaking in one fell swoop.

That left Bill with only one major problem. He had to come up with a cleaver way of hooking Jeff up on a date with his own feminine alter ego.

Chapter 2

Bill pondered the matter of how he could go about arranging a chance meeting between himself, in the beguiling guise of his feminine alter ego, Sara Keep and his best friend Jeff Whitehall for several days before he finally hit upon a scheme that had a chance of working. However, before Bill could put his plan into motion he had several purchases to make.

For a good while their Bill had it in the back of his mind to purchase a used car to tool around in when he was out operating as Sara. His rather harebrained scheme to help Jeff out of depression gave him the impetus do just that. Though it cost him a little more than he wished to pay, having always wanted to own one, Bill purchased a used MGB that was in mint condition from a friend of friend of a guy he used to work with. Thankfully the heels' inherent magical wherewithal would insure that the car's registration would dovetail itself to Bill's current sexual orientation. That is to say that if he functioned as Sara, the MG's registration would identify Sara Keep as the car's owner. Likewise, if Bill drove the car as himself, the car's registration would identify him as the car's owner.

The second item Bill acquired was a cell phone. If everything worked out as planned, Sara would end up giving her number to Jeff. It just would not do for that number to be the same as Bill's home phone, a number that Jeff would have surely noticed. The cell phone would suffice quite nicely.

The last of Sara's purchases encompassed several related items. The first of those was a woman's bathing suit, which was rather ironic for it was the first piece of feminine attire that Sara had ever had the need to buy for herself.

Prior to that, if Sara wanted to adorn that absolutely scrumptious body of hers in something that tickled that lecherous male fancy of hers, all she had to do was to close her eyes and picture herself wearing such provocative attire in her mind's eye. Those marvelous high heels would dutifully belly up to the bar and - Whalla! - upon opening her eyes that would be the outfit that Sara what she would find herself stunningly decked out in.

The reason why Sara found it necessary to purchase a bathing suit for herself was do to the fact that she planned to somehow nonchalantly engage Jeff in a casual conversation while the two of them were at the Y swimming laps. Though Sara had as yet figured out exactly how she was going to go about it, her hope was that once she engaged Jeff in a conversation, he would take the bait and follow up by asking her out on a date. Basically, unsure as to how she was going to actually go about it, Sara figured that she would just have to play it by ear and hope that an appropriate opportunity would present itself.

Back to Sara's last group of purchases. Along with a woman's basic black nylon/lycra tank suit, Sara prudently picked up a bathing cap, swim goggles, a pair of flip-flops, two extra fluffy towels and a distinctly woman's styled pink and white gym bag.

Making an early day of it on that Tuesday, the day on which he was to put his plan into play, an anxious Bill arrived home around three-thirty in the afternoon. As soon as he got in this house, Bill called Jeff's home and left a message on his friend's voice-mail confirming the fact that while he might be a little late, baring any unforeseen consequences he would hook up with Jeff at Y sometime that evening. Aware that if his plan was going to work, he had to build up enough Residual Girl Time to cover the time he would be spending devoid of the heels while swimming laps at the Y's pool, Bill prudently donned the heels. Having done that, he kicked back and began to relish the phenomenal sensual rush that went hand in hand with his fluid transformation into a bonafide member of the opposite sex. Once she was fully female, Sara stripped off her clothes as a prelude to getting down to the business of indulging those narcissistic needs of hers.

Owing to all the anxiety she was feeling Sara arrived at the Y about a half an hour earlier than normal. Though she had been using women's public restrooms without giving it a second thought for several years, it was a novel and somewhat unnerving experience using the ladies' locker room in order to change into her bathing suit. She felt oddly conspicuous and though she tried to keep her eyes averted, Sara found herself hard pressed not to stare. Then, unnerving her all the more, was the dread she felt when she came face to face with the notion that she would have to leave her heels in the locker along with all her other clothes. While it was true that she had secured the locker in which she had stashed her stuff with a combination lock, it still troubled her greatly to be separated from those marvelous high heels of hers. Sara would never forgive herself if someone broke into her locker and absconded with them. In fact, Sara had half a mind to go back and get them; thinking that she could put them in her gym bag and take them out on the pool deck with her so that she could keep an eye on them while she swam. But if she did that, the risk of having someone steal them was greatly increased. So, even though she was still uncomfortable with the idea of leaving them in her locker along with all her other possessions, Sara, telling herself that she was being a real ninny about those heels of hers, decided in the end to do the prudent thing and leave them right where they were.

The clock mounted on the pool's far wall showed that the Y's swimming team had the exclusive use of the pool for another fifteen minutes. That being the case, Sara parked that succulent tush of hers on one of the benches that where parceled out around the pool's deck. Then, in an effort on her part to get her mind off the problems revolving around just how she would actually go about striking up a conversation with Jeff, Sara endeavored to focus her attention on a scuba class that was in the process of setting up their diving systems. Having been cajoled by Jeff into taking the very same class several years before as Bill, given some of the uncertainty that some of the students displayed while attempting to assemble their equipment, Sara assumed that this must either be their second or third pool session. Needless to say that Sara had to chuckle at seeing some of the ineptness that some of the student divers displayed. David, their instructor, the very same instructor who Sara had certified through, still appeared to have the patience of a saint. Sara could not help but marvel at how he casually pointed out what corrections needed to made, all the while good-naturedly grumbling that he would not be nearly as torrent in the future.

Swimming practice was finally over and the lifeguard on duty made the announcement that lanes one through six were open for swimming laps. The lifeguard then proceeded on to announce that lanes seven and eight were off limits due to the fact that the scuba class would be using those two lanes.

Jeff had as yet to put in an appearance. Sara, hoping that he would be there soon, decided that under the circumstance the best thing she could do was to avail herself of the pool and burn off some of her nervousness by swimming a few laps. As she headed for the pool's deep end, Sara began to fumble with the bathing cap she had purchased for herself. 'Damn! She mentally fumed as she struggled to cram that long blonde hair of hers up inside of it. 'I guess I'm going to have to add bathing caps to the list of things that I hate about being a woman. Besides, I think it's a stupid policy. I don't know why the Y insists that women wear bathing caps while the men don't have to...'

Owing to the fact that as yet no one was swimming in lane four, Sara decided that that was the lane she would at start off using. Entering the water with a well executed racing dive, Sara, who as Bill had been a competitive swimmer back in her high school days, set a fairly brisk pace for herself as she began to swim the eight laps that comprise the two hundred yard individual medley that had once been her forte. Completing the eight demanding laps in something less than three minutes, Sara was rather pleased with herself. Pulling her goggles down around that aristocratic neck of hers, Sara scanned first the pool and then the deck area hoping that Jeff had put in an appearance. Unfortunately, Jeff was still a no-show. Though disappointed, Sara, knowing that it was still early, decided that the best thing she could do was to swim some more laps.

And that's just what Sara did. However, instead of swimming another two hundred IM as she normally would have had she been there in the guise of her male alter ego, Sara opted to swim the eight laps using the breaststroke. That way every time she lifted her head to take a breath, she could make a quick scan for Jeff.

'Damn it!' a perturbed Sara fumed as she pushed off to begin another eight laps, electing to use sidestroke which, like the breaststroke, would allow her to survey the both the pool and the adjacent deck area while she swam. 'Where the hell is he? "I mean, here I go to all this trouble, and it'll be just my luck that he'll be no-show...'

Just then, just as she was about to expound upon that internalized tirade of hers, Sara, who was looking towards the door to the men's locker room and not looking where she was going, collided with another swimmer. Believing that she was at fault for the collision, a startled Sara was quick to offer an apology, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you like that? Are you okay? I mean, I didn't hurt you did I?"

With a gurgle and a cough, the guy Sara had collided with sputtered, "Oh, you needn't worry about me." I'm fine." The other swimmer offered Sara a confession all his own. "Sorry miss. I'm afraid I was paying too much attention either. You see, I was keeping an eye out for a friend and I'm afraid that I wasn't watching where I was going. I promise, I'll try not to let that happen again." And with that said, the fellow turned and began strenuously stroking toward the pool's swallow end.

It was only then that a rather befuddled and flabbergasted Sara became cognizant of the fact that the guy she had just collided with had been none other than her friend, Jeffery Whitehall. 'Damn!' she mentally castigated herself for her ineptness. 'Why didn't you do something? I mean, he was right there! It was the perfect opportunity for you to saying something! But did you? Nooo! You, like a big ninny, let him slip right out of your hands. Now, what are you going to do girl? Act like a real klutz and run into him again...'

Not wishing to come off as some clumsy buffoon, Sara shelved the idea of bumping into Jeff again for the time being. However, she did not discount it out of hand. She told herself that if nothing else came to mind as a means to strike up a conversation with Jeff, she would use that tactic as a last resort.

For the next half an hour, as the two continually pass one another in the lane, Sara seesawed back and forth; sometimes castigating herself for flubbing an opportunity, while at other times wracking her brain to figure out an alternative means to strike up a conversation with Jeff. At a loss to come up with any imaginative ploy, an exasperated and desperate Sara resorted to prayer. 'Please God! Help me come up with a ploy that will allow me to strike up a conversation with Jeff.'

A few Moments later, as if in answer to her prayer, something most unexpected happened. As Sara pushed off from wall of the pool's deep end, the calf muscles of her left leg knotted to form an extremely painful cramp. Being an excellent swimmer, Sara was never in any real danger. She could have easily extricated herself from the pool. But coming unexpected as it had, the cramp served to arrest her forward progress while at the same time causing her to lose composure and begin noticeable flail about it the water. Jeff, who had been keeping an eye on the shapely young lady with whom he shared a lane with, took note of Sara's predicament and gallantly moved in to lend a hand.

Reaching Sara side, Bill adroitly slipped his hand into her armpit as a means to support her before calmly inquiring, "Leg cramp?"

"Yes." Sara, with a sputtering cough, dutifully replied as she felt herself being gently steered back to the wall of the pool's deep end.

Before Sara could adequately get her mind around what was happening, Jeff had hefted her out of the pool and had begun to skillfully massage the calf of that ever so tantalizing left leg of hers.

Then, even as Sara was trying to grapple with the unexpected turn of events, she heard Jeff ask, "Bad one, huh?

"Yes," she awkwardly replied. "It hurts like hell."

"I'll bet." Jeff continued to knead Sara's knotted calf. "Is this helping at all?"

"Oh, yeah," Sara honestly replied. "It's helping a lot..."

Though their conversation stumbled and stuttered-stepped a bit at first, it was Jeff who managed to get past the initially awkwardness they were both experiencing. And he did so by merely pointing out the fact that he had never seen Sara at the Y before. To wit Sara replied that she had just joined the Y and that this was the first time she had opted to use the pool.

With the ice broken, Sara employed those feminine wiles of hers to keep the conversation leapfrogging from one subject to another while Jeff dutifully continued to massage her knotted calf muscles. Oddly enough, the two of them became so engrossed in the conversation they were having that they lost track of time, to the point that they were both rather taken aback when the lifeguard blew her whistle and announced that the pool would be closing in another ten minutes. Having as yet to achieve the goal that she had set out to achieve, with that goal being to provide Jeff with her newly acquired cell phone's number with the hope being that he would take the hint and ask her out on a date, Sara seized the moment. Saying that she would really like to repay him for so gallantry coming to her aid, Sara insisted that the two of them go somewhere so that she could buy him a cup of coffee or soda or something. Nothing could have pleased Jeff more and so he readily accepted.

Jeff, according himself as a true gentleman, nimbly helped Sara to her feet. Having done so, he then proceeded to escort the hobbling Sara over to the entrance to the women's locker room. Saying that he would hook-up with her in the lobby, Jeff turned about and headed off for the men's locker room.

As before, Sara found the experience of showering and changing back into her street clothes to be a real eye opener. While none of the other women in the locker room could hold a candle to her in the looks department, there was no getting around the fact that there were several pieces of eye-candy that Sara found to quite attractive, there by sending that male libido of hers into overdrive. 'Damn!' she thought as she surreptitiously eyed a stunning brunette up one side and down the other. 'What I wouldn't give to slide that dipstick of mine up inside that tight little crankcase of hers. I mean to tell you, that is one fine piece of ass if ever there was one...'

Interesting enough, as Sara slid her feet into the inviting maw of those magical high heels of hers, the residual muscle aches of the cramp disappeared. Just like that they were gone. One second there were there and the next, they were gone. But that was to be expected. No matter what aches and pains Bill had as a guy, they always went away immediately upon his becoming Sara. Even scars disappeared, never to return, even upon his transition back into manhood. It was a nice little phenomenon. And need to say that it was one that Bill both cherished and appreciated

"I see your leg's doing a lot better," Jeff beamed as Sara briskly sashayed into the lobby with those high heels of hers clicking and a clacking.

With a bright and inviting smile affixed upon her face, Sara pleasantly replied, "Yes. Yes, it is. It's doing a lot better." Then, having said that and knowing fully well that there was a Denny's just down the street, Sara continued on to coquettishly inquire, "Now, how 'bout that cup coffee? Oh, and since I new in town, Jeff, I don't suppose have any suggestions as to where we might go to get one?"

Sara, seated behind the wheel of her MGB, followed Jeff to Denny's. Once seated in a booth, they started off by ordering a cup of coffee apiece. However, before they had finished that first cup, Jeff, saying that he was famished as an excuse to extend their time together, suggested that they might as well just go ahead and order something to eat; saying that it would be his treat. Sara readily agreed, but only on the understanding that the meal was on her. In the end, after a quick perusal of the menu, they both ended up ordering a Meat Lovers Special from the breakfast portion of the menu.

As they ate, Sara very tactfully got Jeff to talk about himself. Though she had heard it all many times before, to the point of ad nauseam, Sara patiently and tactfully drew him out and managed to keep him talking about himself. With a sympathetic ear she attentively listened as Jeff talked about his wife's leaving and the subsequent and as yet unresolved dissolution of his marriage.

Then, after the better part of an hour, it was Sara's turn in the proverbial witness chair. Jeff, who was smiling all over himself, wanted to know everything he could about her. Sara, who had come prepared with a bogus cover story, was more than happy to comply. Though she provided Jeff with many frivolous details about her supposed life prior to relocating there, Sara made sure to include some extremely pertinent, though fraudulent, details that she hoped would make life a lot easier for her if Jeff took the bait and asked her out.

Sara told Jeff that while she would be looking for a place of her own eventually, for the time being she was staying at a college friend's apartment. Then, having said that, she proceed on to explain that staying at her friend's place was not the best of situations; owing to the fact that this so called friend of hers had been raped during her senior year and because she had, she had this thing about men. Succinctly put, Sara drove home the salient point that her friend was terrified of men and therefore did not allow men to enter her apartment for any reason whatsoever. Men were strictly verboten, adding another important point that her friend was so paranoid that she became extremely upset whenever she answered the phone only to hear a man's voice on the other end of the line. Though Sara admitted that she had always planned on getting one, it was her friend's paranoia that had been the prime reason behind her purchasing a cell phone.

Sara's mere mentioning of her cell phone was all the impetus that Jeff needed to ask Sara if he could have her number. Flashing an endearing smile, Sara teasingly informed Jeff that she was wondering when he was going to get around to asking her for it; adding that he had not asked she would have taken the bull by the horns and given it to him for they parted company.

Unable to believe his good fortune, a besotted and therefore tongue-tied Jeff continued on to gingerly inquire if Sara might do him the honor of going out on a date with him either that Friday or Saturday. Saying that she had been hoping all along that he would ask her, Sara readily accepted; suggesting that Jeff call her the next evening so they could work out the details. Then Sara surprised herself by insinuating that if their date on Friday worked out as she fully suspected it would, given to how much they seem to have in common, she might be opened to spending a good deal more of the weekend in Jeff's company.

A little after twelve, Jeff, over Sara repeated protests, left a tip and paid the bill for their meals. He then walked Sara out to her car and though he had not planned to do so, he stepped in and kissed her full on the lips. It was not a long or what one might term a passionate kiss, but it was a kiss all the same. Needless to say, coming unexpected as it was, the kiss threw Sara for a loop. A guy, who was none other than her best friend, had haul off and kissed her full on the lips, sending her mind, or more specifically that staunchly male ego of hers into convulsions of the most repugnant and repulsive kind. Though the kiss had shocked the living shit out of her, to Sara's credit, she did not flinch. As shocked as she was, Sara just stood there and took it like the man she no longer could claim to be. Then, fearing that she make have come off a little frigid, which in turn might have sent Jeff the wrong sort message, Sara in a frenzied, Chinese Fire Drill sort of way, sought to repair any damage she might have engendered. She kissed him back, save that where Jeff's kiss had been soft and tender, hers was hard and passionate.

"Holy shit!" a much-befuddled and thoroughly perturbed Sara murmured to herself as she pulled out of Denny's parking lot. "What the shit have you gotten yourself into, girl? What in God's Name ever possessed you to haul off and kiss him like that? You know that you were supposed to take it slow. Actually, you were supposed to take it slower than slow. Now what are you going to do? I mean, you know as well as I do what kind of a message a kiss like that sends..."

Chapter 3

The next day, with the next day being Wednesday, Bill called Jeff shortly after six in the evening so as to clear the decks for his feminine alter ego to put in an appearance. The first thing Bill did was to apologize for being a no-show at the Y. Feeling none to good about having to lie to his friend, Bill made the bogus excuse that he had a flat tire and that by the time he got it changed he was far too grimy to head over to the pool. Jeff, aware that unexpected things happen, accepted Bill's explanation at face value. Then, once that subject was out of the way, a very upbeat Jeff jubilantly told Bill about the drop-dead gorgeous girl he had met while swimming laps at the Y. With a renewed sense of confidence conveyed in the timbre of his voice, an ecstatic Jeff proceeded on to tell Bill about Denny's and how he had gotten up the gumption to make a date with the very same blue eyed blonde bombshell. Though Bill was eager to get off the phone and don those magical high heels of his, he chided himself to be patient and to listen attentively as Jeff enthusiastically gave him a rundown on that new lady-friend of his and what the two of them had talked about.

As their conversation was winding down, Bill prudently took the initiative to stem off a potential problem. Knowing fully well that Jeff might try and call Sara immediately upon the termination of their conversation, Bill, who would needed a few minutes to change into Sara, suggested that it might be better for Jeff to wait until at least seven thirty to place the call. Then, when Jeff indignantly asked him as to why he might want to go that route, Bill replied that if Jeff were to call to early it might make him appear anxious and therefore needed. "Come on, pal," Bill good naturally chided. "I know you like this girl. But take my word. The last thing you want to do right now is come off as being too eager. In other words, don't crowd her..."

Hoping that he had gotten through to his friend, Bill hung up the phone's receiver and immediately slipped his feet into the awaiting throat of those magical high heels of his. As always, the erotic rush that went hand and hand with his transformation into a member of the fairer sex engulfed him, sending Bill's horniness quotient skyrocketing through the roof in the process. A few minutes later, with that staunchly male libido of hers spurring her on, Sara, who's head, arms and hands were still those of a man, was busily using the middle finger of her right hand to aggressively caress the elusive and ever so sensitive nub of that new clit of hers. A few minutes later, a fully transformed Sara climaxed and shortly thereafter entered the serene and self-indulgent mental state of the warm-fuzzes of post-orgasmic splendor.

Knowing Jeff as she dad, Sara was dubious that he would heed the advice that she had given him as Bill. Feeling like he would call at any minute, Sara, who found herself as anxious as Jeff had seemed during their phone conversation, decided to make herself as comfortable as possible. While it was true that the clothing that she had been wearing as Bill had transformed into comparable female attire in conjunction with the transsexualization that her heels had engendered, Sara did not feel that the outfit lent itself to an evening of lounging around the house. While the charcoal slacks and white fisherman knit turtleneck sweater she was wearing did indeed flattered that hourglass figure of hers, Sara opted to adorn herself in something that was both sexy and comfortable, all at the same time. Though she was half tempted to adorn herself in scanty and provocative harem girl attire as she did every now and again, Sara thought better of it. Forming a mental picture of something a little less ostentatious in the crucible of her mind's eye, Sara blinked and - Whalla! - she found herself attired in a pair of slinky black nylon/lycra running tights, a shimmering pale blue satin sleep shirt and of course those magical stiletto heels of hers.

Feeling a lot more comfortable, but no less nervous, Sara strode into the kitchen and got herself a can of soda out of the refrigerator. Returning to the living room, she plopped down on the sofa, placed the can of soda on the end table alongside of her cell phone and then turned on the television. Hoping that she could find something interesting to watch in the interim, an anxious and apprehensive Sara began flipping through the channels. Though she had seen the program that was on the History Channel twice before, given that nothing else had grabbed her interest, Sara, who did enjoy watching shows about World War II, ended up electing to watch it for a third time.

As expected, Jeff did not heed Bill's advice. Though he knew his friend's advice was sound, Jeff just could not wait till seven thirty to call Sara. However, to his credit, he did hold off until quarter after to seven to place the call.

Ironically, Jeff's call was the very first time that Sara's cell phone rang. And when it did ring, it startled the living shit out of Sara, causing her to fumble and drop it, not once mind you, but twice, before she finally managed to pry it open and push the button to answer it.

Though their conversation was awkward and stilted at first, once they got past the preliminaries of shoring up the date and discussing the various options that Jeff presented Sara with, their shared sense of nervousness dissipated. Within the first few minutes Sara and Jeff's conversation quickly reverted back to the ease and free flowing exchange that they had enjoyed on Tuesday. The two of them prattled about anything and everything as they gleefully leaped from one topic to another.

Though Sara was not at all happy over the fact that she had to lie that pert and perky ass of hers off in order to feed Jeff a lot of bull about her past, Sara consoled herself that she was doing so for a greater good. Granted, Sara had to continually watch her P's and Q's least she misspeak herself and there by divulge the fact that she had insider information that by rights she should not have had. But even though she did have to watch what she said, Sara nonetheless found herself really enjoying the conversation she was having with her friend. Jeff was a great guy and their conversation only served to reinforce Sara's rather laudable opinion of him. She also found herself both heartened and more than a little flattered whenever Jeff made mention of his best friend Bill and how great a guy Bill was.

All in all, the two of them talked for a grand total of a little over four hours. It was almost eleven thirty when they finally bid one another goodnight and concluded their conversation.

Sara went to bed that night elated, feeling as though she had done a good thing. Jeff, she truly believe, had turned the corner. Thanks to Sara, Jeff had his self-esteem back and he was anything but depressed. He now had something to look forward to. Sara had given Jeff the gift of herself, leaving Sara with just one question to ponder. Just how much of herself was she willing to give? Friendship was one thing. Virginity was something else altogether.

Technically speaking, Sara was not a virgin. That is to say that her hymen was no longer intact. Shortly after coming into the possession of the heels, one evening while vigorous finger-fucking herself in an effort to see what worked and what did not, she had inadvertently gone and popped her own cherry.

Sara was not at all sure that she would be able to go to the extreme of allowing Jeff to make love to her. In fact, she was adamant that she would never allow things to get that far. Sara figured that more than likely she would probably have to let him get to first base. In a pinch, she might even have to bite the bullet and allow him get to second base. But that would be the be all and end all of it. There was no way that Sara was going to let Jeff get to third base, much less steal home.

After all, while Sara was all girl in a purely physically sense, her mind was as manly attuned as if ever was. The mere idea of having a guy's gnarled up 'thing' rammed up inside of her was an anathema. The very thought of being on the receiving end of things made her stomach retch.

While it was true that Bill enjoyed spending a get deal of his time as an anatomical correct female, Bill did not have a homosexual bone in his body. He was as heterosexual as heterosexual could be. Sara was another matter all together. When Bill functioned in the guise of his feminine alter ego Sara, only then would he as a she find herself classified as a homosexual. Be he male or female at any given moment in time, there was one constant in Bill's life, with that constant being that he was attracted to women.

Chapter 4

While the question surrounding how far he would go to bolster his friend sense of self-worth troubled Bill every now and again throughout the day that Thursday, he really began to worry about consequences of what he had embarked on later that evening.

Every Thursday evening Bill and Jeff hooked up with a group of guys they had paled around with since high school to play volleyball. After a couple hours of volleyball, the whole group of them would head over to an Irish flavored pub to down some brewskies and just shoot the shit with one another. It was there that Bill realized that in his attempt to help Jeff out of the doldrums that he wallowed in, Bill might have gotten in way over his head.

As soon as Bill bellied up to the bar, Jeff sidled up to him, seeking some friendly advice. Having been out of the dating scene for quite a few years, Jeff sought his friend's counsel on the sexual aspects of dating, specifically as to how fast or slow he should try to move things along.

Needless to say, Bill was taken aback by his friend's rather pointed questions. Though he found the whole conversation unsettling, Bill managed to somehow retain the presence of mind to hide the fact that his friend's questions had unnerved him. Then, just as he was on the verge of offering his friend a half-baked replied, Bill realized that Jeff's questions were nothing more than a blessing in disguise. "Well..." Bill began his reply thoughtfully. "If I were you, I'd take it slow. In fact, I'd take it real slow. You know, like some in the order of a snail's pace. I mean, the last thing you want to do right now is to come on too strong. Do that and you might just frighten her off. Word to the wise. Don't rush things. Take your time. Look Jeff, if you really like this girl, which it sounds to me like you do, my suggestion is that you work on building a good solid relationship first. Then, after you've got a good solid relationship going, the two of you can begin to explore the sexual aspects of the relationship."

"Yeah," Jeff reluctantly concurred. "You're probably right. I guess the best thing for me to do is to kind take my cues from her."

Thinking that he might be out of the woods so to speak, Bill readily agreed, "Yeah, that's exactly what I would do if I were you."

"Yeah..." an anything but jubilant, Jeff thoughtfully speculated. "You're right. That's probably the best approach for me to take. But then again, considering all the intimate stuff we talked about last night, not to mention the way Sara hauled off and kissed me in Denny's parking lot, I'm not all that sure that she wants me to take it slow. I mean to tell you. That kiss of hers was pretty spectacular, to say the least..."

Bill knew at that moment that he, in the guise of his feminine alter ego, had royally screwed up on Tuesday. 'Damn it!' Bill mentally chided himself. 'What in the hell have you gotten yourself into now?' Then, borrowing a euphemism that a young cousin of his liked to use, Bill continued to mentally berate himself. 'You big dummy dunderhead! Thanks to you and that impulsive kiss of yours, your friend here not only wants to get into your panties, but he also thinks that's what Sara wants as well.'

"Hey!" Jeff irately demanded. "Are you listening to me? Have you heard anything I've been saying? I mean, here I am, asking for your advice and from the looks of things you haven't heard a thing of what I've been saying."

"I'm sorry pal." Bill, aware that he was a guilty as charged, offered his friend an apology. "I didn't mean for my mind to wander off like that. The problem is that I've just had a lot on my plate here lately." Then, in a vain attempt to reinforce his early suggestion, Bill hammered home the point he had endeavor to make before, "Look man, I don't know what to tell you, save to say that I really think you ought to take it slow, at least for the time being.

"Yeah, but what happens if she doesn't want me to take it slow?"

Thinking fast, Bill replied with the first thing that came to mind. "Well, in that case, I were you, I'd use the First Headache Approach."

"Huh?" Jeff apparently had never heard of the First Headache Approach. "First headache? What the hell are you talking about?"

Having mentally castigated himself up one side and down the other for the slip-up, Bill replied, "Oh, it's just something a Marine buddy of mine told me about. And let me tell you. I've tried it and it works like a charm. In fact, it works so well that I pretty much use it whenever I start dating somebody new."

With his curiosity peeked, Jeff countered, "Okay! I'll bite. Go ahead. Explain how this First Headache Approach of yours works."

Though he was none too happy about it, knowing fully well that he was digging himself in even deeper than he already had, Bill began to fill Jeff in on how the First Headache Approach worked. Prefacing his explanation by emphatically stating if the First Headache Approach is to work, that the guy never broaches the subject of sex. The girl has to initiate the subject of their going to bed together. She has to take the lead and do all the asking. Otherwise, the First Headache Approach will not work. The guy only gets one chance at using the approach. And because he does, he has to get it right the first time.

Once the girl broaches the subject, clearly suggesting that the two of them engage in sexual intercourse, as much as the man might want to accede to his date's request to hop in the sack and have his way with her, he has to differ. However in doing so, the guys has to say something to the affect of that while he can think of nothing he would rather do than to make love to her, he has to say that he thinks it might be for the best if they both waited. Then, when the girl demands an explanation, and there is little doubt that she will not demand one, the guy has to lay it on thick, heavily emphasizing the fact that he really likes her. He might even go so far as to insinuate that he is well on the way to falling in love with her. However, having said that, the guy has to impress upon the young lady that he does not want to do something that might jeopardizing the relationship the two of them are in the process of building. Basically, the guys has to tell his date that come morning, he dose not want her to in any way regret her decision of going to bed with him. Then, having said something to that affect, the guy needs to suggest that his date take some time to really think about her decision as to whether or not she really wants to take the next step and make love.

Without saying anything, by the mere act of informing his date that he wants her to be sure that she really wants to have sex with him, the guy has established a couple of things. On the one hand, the guy has established the fact that he really likes her and would love to go to bed with her. And on the other, without him ever having to actually come right out and say it, he has demonstrated the fact that he respects the shit out of her, gaining for himself a lot of Brownie Points in the process. Basically, the guy has created a win/win situation for himself.

Generally at that point in the proceedings, the girl, thinking that she has hooked herself a keeper, will begin to press the issue and do everything she can think of to entice the guy into going to bed with her like right then and there. Bluntly put, she is not about to let such a great catch get away. She means to set the hook and she plans to use sex as the way to accomplish it.

But the guy has another card to play before the two of them head for the bedroom. When she starts begging him to go to bed with her, he agrees on one condition, with that condition being that she abides to the tenets of the Three Times Rule. He explains that if the two of them are going to go to bed together, she has to promise him that they will do it at least three times. Having said that, the guy goes on to explain the logic behind why he wants her to promise to go to bed with him on three separate occasions. Prefacing his comments with the notion that everybody can have a bad night in the performance department, due to nerves, awkwardness or just being tired, or any number of other valid reasons, the Three Times Rules provides a sort of safeguard, or insurance if you will. One person might have an off-night on one occasion, while the other person might have an off-night on another, but if the two of them experience three bad nights in a row, then maybe they ought to reconsider their options. Granted, even after three bad nights in a row, they can always elect to keep trying to see if they can get it right. But if one or the other wants to call it quits, they can do so knowing that they gave it a fair shot.

Thinking that his friend had to be pulling his leg, an incredulous Jeff sought Bill's reassurance. "You're kidding me, right?"

"No! I'm not kidding you at all, pal. Look, I know how crazy it all sounds. But, as God is my witness, I have never failed using the First Headache Approach. In fact, I've gotten laid every single time I've used it."

"You're shittin' me, right?"

"No! I'm not shittin' you at all. The First Headache Approach works likes a charm just as long as make sure that you use the Three Times Rule in conjunction with it..."

As Bill climbed in behind the wheel of his pickup, he began to verbally castigate himself. "You know something, pal? You really are an asshole. Thanks to you and that stupid kiss of yours, your friend wants to fuck your brains out. Just what in the hell were you thinking?" Then, in answer to his own question, a thoroughly disgruntle and self-deprecating Bill despondently quipped, "The problem is you weren't thinking. Had you been, you never would have done something that outrageous. I mean, that kiss of yours had 'fuck me' written all over it..."

Bill knew exactly what the problem was. He had spent far to much time planning the logistics of how to go about hooking his friend up with his feminine alter ego while never giving any thought to the both the advisability and the repercussions of hooking Jeff up with Sara. Bill did not blame Jeff one iota for wanting to go to bed Sara. Hell, if Bill had met a girl who looked as terrific as Sara did, he had to concede the fact that he would have been chomping at the bit to have his way with her. Jeff was not the problem. Bill knew perfectly well that he had been the problem. He had let his vagina do the thinking for him and not that manly attuned brain of his. He had started something without giving any thought as to how he would ever finish it.

And there was an even bigger problem. If Sara were to suddenly break off the relationship it could send Jeff reeling and plunge him right back into the Pit of Despair that he had been wallowing in for far to long.

Bill was in a quandary as to what he should do.

Chapter 5

As trouble as he was over the predicament he landed himself in, it more or less goes without saying that Bill did not get much sleep that night. He rolled, tossed and fidgeted throughout the night. And for the few instances when he did manage to nod off for an hour or so, his dreams were so troubling that he awoke to find himself in the grips of a cold sweat. In fact his cold sweats were so bad that he was forced to change his sheets not once mind you, but twice before dawn eked its way in through the shades and granted him a sort of half-assed and dreary-eyed reprieve.

The day Friday was not much better for Bill than the previous night had been. No matter what Bill did to try and get his mind off of the predicament he had created for himself, he could not stop thinking about Jeff and how his friend wanted to have sex with Sara.

It struck Bill that life was indeed on a wheel and that what comes around goes around. As ironic as it was, all throughout his childhood, one of Bill's father favorite rebukes had been, "You've made your bed. Now you're going to have to lie in it." Throughout the day that Friday, Bill's father's words came back to haunt him. And haunt him they did, so much so that Bill found himself so distracted that he had to close up shop at noon and head over to the Y. There, he tried to work off his damn near overwhelming sense of dread by swimming three times as many laps as he normally did on Tuesday evenings.

Figuratively speaking, Bill, as Sara had indeed made his bed. Now, unless he could come up with some way to bow out of the situation gracefully, he faced the real possibility that he was going to have to submit to doing something that he could not imagine himself, as a herself, doing. Just the thought of having a guy's pecker shoved up inside of those magically re-sculptured loins of his was enough to turn Bill's stomach. It got so bad at one point that Bill actually started dry retching damn near every time he his mind began to contemplate the loathsome possibilities of having to submit his feminine alter ego to participating in what would be for him such an abhorrent and ego affronting act.

To Bill's credit, as soon as he got home from the Y around three that afternoon, knowing that he was not about to let Jeff down, he prudently slipped into the heels and began to change into Sara. Granted, he could have held off doing so for a few more hours, but being a former Boy Scout, Sara figured that it was always best to be prepared. Though she did not think that the relationship that she was building with Jeff had come anywhere near to reaching the crucial stage where it should logical move itself into the bedroom; Sara dearly wanted to safeguard herself. Should she find herself somehow forced into spreading those long and lovely legs of hers in order to allow Jeff easy access to the sanctum sanctorum of her womanhood, Sara did not want to deal with the added worry of her suddenly changing back into Bill again.

That, Sara knew, was something to be avoided at all cost. There was no way that Jeff could ever find out that Sara was in all reality his best friend, Bill. That knowledge could well destroy Jeff. It could conceivably push him over the edge. And if that happened, Bill could envision his friend trust up in a straightjacket and sent packing; to spend the rest of his miserable life medicated out of his gourd, in some padded room, confined in some godforsaken loony bin that was situated way out in the boonies.

Somewhere around five that afternoon, Sara did something that she had not done since she was a young boy attending a parochial elementary school. She got down on her knees and prayed to God. As the tears streamed from those beguiling eyes of hers, Sara repeatedly beseeched the Almighty for guidance, if not an outright reprieve from the convoluted mess she had gotten herself into.

Sara prayed for the better part of a half an hour and while it seemed that no heavenly intervention would be forthcoming, she felt the better for her prayers. Though it still did not sit at all well with her, Sara had reconciled that come what may she would put Jeff's welfare before her own. While she would do what she could to forestall having to go to bed with him, when push came to shove, Sara resolved that she would bite the bullet, stick her revulsion where the sun don't shine and willing spread her legs for Jeff to enter her.

Then, aware that she had to get cracking, Sara chided herself to perk up and put on a happy face.

Jeff had suggested a casual evening, going so far as to suggest that jeans would suffice for the place he was planning to take her out to eat. Knowing fully well that he was probably taking her to either a nearby Lonestar or Outback Steak House, Sara opted for apparel that fitted in with either establishment's laid-back décor. Closing her eyes momentarily, Sara winked herself into an outfit that consisted of a pair of well worn designer jeans that looked as if they were painted on, a black fisherman knit turtleneck sweater that compliment those shimmering honey-gold tresses of hers, and having toyed with the idea of having her heels turn themselves into a pair scruffy cowboy boots, she instead elected to leave them just as they were.

A minute or so later, Sara, sitting behind the wheel of her MGB, was en route to the apartment complex that her sister and her recently acquired brother-in-law managed. Parking around the back in the off chance that Jeff had gotten there ahead of her, Sara scampered into the vestibule of the building closest to where she had parked her car. Bounding down the steps to the lower level, Sara entered one of three laundry rooms that were located within the buildings that comprised the apartment complex. Briskly crossing the room, Sara, with a courteous nod to the one woman who was busily engrossed in folding her clothes, employed a key that her sister had provided her with to unlocked a connecting door that allowed her to cross over into the basement of the adjacent building. Entering a space that could have been proportioned into a pair of two bedroom apartments, but housed instead the wire messed cages of tenants' storage lockers, Sara made straight way for the door at the opposite end of the room, the same door that opened into the building's lower stairwell. Climbing up one flight of steps, Sara quickly scanned the parking lot and was relieved to find that Jeff was not there as yet. Needless to say, Sara was relieved, not to mention slightly out of breath from hurrying as she had.

Checking her watch, Sara realized that she had about a half an hour's wait. But, that was perfectly fine with her. A half an hour of Sara's time was a small price to pay to preserve the ruse that she had so cleverly fabricated for herself. Since she could not take Jeff back to her own place, a place Jeff knew all to well, Sara needed a place for Jeff to both pick her up and drop her of at. The apartment complex that her sister and bother-in-law managed fit the bill to a tee. All Sara had to do was to concoct a scenario that would preclude her from ever having to actually ask Jeff in. She had done so brilliantly. Sara had told Jeff that she until she found a suitable place for herself she was staying with an old friend from college. Then, having said that, Sara had continued on to add that her friend had what could be termed a debilitating aversion to men, owing to the fact that her college roommate had been accosted and subsequently raped during her senior year and had never fully recovered from the incident. Sara had informed Jeff that the best way to handle the ticklish situation would be for him to call her on her cell phone about fifteen minutes before he planned to pick her up. That way, she could be down in the vestibule waiting for him, thusly negating his ever having to cross paths with this imaginary man-fearing girlfriend of hers.

Jeff was a good boy. He followed Sara's instructions implicitly. He called as she had bidden him to do and approximately fifteen minutes later he pulled into the apartment complex's parking lot.

"Please, God!" Sara softly intoned as she affixed a smile upon her face and, displaying an eagerness that she in no way felt, briskly strolled out the door and began to descend the steps to the parking lot. "I really need your help if I'm ever going to be able to pull this off."

Sara never knew if it was God, those marvelous heels of hers, or God's Will working through her heels, but something stupendous and unexpected happened at that moment that would change everything. Unbeknownst to her, those magical spike heels of hers had been made with but one purpose in mind, with that overriding purpose being to enrich her life when, wherever, and however they could. If Sara was going to help Jeff get past this crisis, her heart felt aversion to having sexual intercourse with a man would have to be somehow circumvented. Working on a subliminal level, the heels, keenly aware that what Sara wanted most in life was to help her friend out of his current dilemma, began to alter Sara's sexual orientation, at least in so far as her friend Jeff was concerned. While she would continue to be sexually attracted to women, much as she had always been, as long as she operated as a female, Sara would begin to find herself becoming increasingly sexually attracted to Jeff as the night worn on.

Shortly after being shown to a booth at the Lonestar Restaurant, Jeff excused himself, saying something to the effect that he had to see a man about a horse. 'Damn!' Sara mused as she watched her friend head off in the direction of the men's room. 'I don't know why I've never noticed it before, but damn if he hasn't got a cute butt...'

The next rather telling incident occurred while the two of them waited for their desert to arrive. As Sara sipped from the after dinner cup of coffee that their waitress had brought to the table but a minute or so before, she chanced to glance into Jeff's eyes, only to become aware that some unexpected longing had stirred within her.

"Is there something wrong?" Jeff, having detected what he took to be a fleeting loss of composure in his date's beatific countenances, felt compelled to inquire.

"No..." a noticeably disconcerted Sara managed. "There's nothing wrong."

Seeking reassurance, Jeff, hoping that he had not said something that had offended his date, proceeded to ask, "Are you sure that everything's okay?"

"Yes." Sara smiled warmly. "Everything's fine. And I do believe that it's only going to get better and better as the night goes on..."

A short time later, as the two of them were making their way out to Jeff' car, Sara, without giving any thought to what she was doing instinctively reached over and enfolded Jeff's hand in hers. Understandably, Jeff did not complain. Overjoyed at the way things were progressing, he merely gave Sara's hand a reassuring squeeze, causing her face to blossom into the rosy cheek blush of a very becoming self-satisfied smile.

On the drive over to the movie theater, Sara recognized the fact that something rather significant had changed in her psyche. Though she could not quite put her finger on it, Sara had enough of her wits about her to realize that she had begun to see Jeff in a whole other light. More to the point, Sara had to admit to herself that she liked what she saw.

A short time later, as the two of them stood in line at the movie theater's concessions stand, a bewildered and slightly shaken Sara ran a surreptitious systems check on her libido's sexual orientation. She did this by scanning the crowd of fellow theater patrons, hoping that by doing so that she could gauge if she was still sexual attracted to women. While the test was rather subjective, Sara, having noted several attractive women that she would have eagerly engaged in a lesbian tryst with, felt confident that her libido was still as manly as it ever was. However, Sara's confidence was extremely short lived. One look into Jeff's eyes was all it took for her to begin to once again scrutinize her sexual bent. 'Damn, girl!' her mind reeled at the inconsistency. 'What the hell's going on here? You know that you 'd give your right nut to go girl on girl with several of the women that are here, especially that fine piece of ass that's standing over there by the placard for the next Pirates' movie. But then again, you can't deny that you're starting to feel some sort of weird attraction for this big lummox that's standing right here beside you, holding that decidedly feminine hand of yours in that callused manly paw of his. Because you are and you know you are. I mean, while he sure isn't anything to write home about, all things considered, he isn't really that bad looking. In fact, a girl might even go so far to say that while he's not anywhere near handsome, he ain't all that bad in he looks department, in a kind of rugged, outdoorsy kind of way...'

About halfway through the movie, Sara, unable to contain herself, used a shockingly scary part of the movie as an excuse for her to snuggle in closer to her date. To her delight, Jeff got the message loud and clear. Without any hesitation on his part, he reciprocated by putting his arm around Sara and tenderly drew her in even closer.

As the warm glow of sexual excitement was kindled within her, Sara could not help but smile. 'Holy shit!' her mind reeled. 'I can't believe how good it feels to be held like this. I was afraid that I was going to flinch the first time he tried to put his arm around me. But I didn't and that's great. In fact, now that he has, I've got to admit that I like it. In fact, I like it a lot...'

A few minutes later, Sara came to the stark realization that her vagina had begun to ooze love-juices and that her loins were well on their way to becoming extremely moist, if not down right damp. 'Oh, my God! This is crazy! What's going on here? While I know that I'm a girl right now, I never thought I was this much of a girl!'

Jeff must have picked up on Sara's distress, for he leaned his head over, and with his voice set at the level of a whisper, he tenderly inquired, "Is there anything wrong? I mean, if my arm making you uncomfortable, or if you think I'm being to forward, just say the word and I'll remove my arm."

With an emphatic snap, that carried several seats further than she had meant it to, Sara replied, "No! Don't you dare! I happen to like your arm right were it is..."

Once the movie was over, Jeff and Sara walked arm and arm out to his car. Reaching it, Jeff, playing the part of the perfect gentleman to a tee, politely opened the passenger side door for Sara and helped her into his car. A few seconds later, Jeff deftly slid in behind the wheel and proceeded to insert his key into the ignition. "So where to now?" he asked. "Back to your friend's apartment? Or would you like to go somewhere and get a bite to eat?"

Sara, knowing fully well what she really wanted, coyly responded, "Before I answer that question, I would like you to kiss me."

Jeff was more than happy to oblige. Leaning over, he tenderly enfolded Sara in his arms and kissed her with ever ounce of passion he could muster.

"Hmm..." a sexually excited Sara dreamily murmured as their lips parted. "That was nice. May I perhaps have another?"

Jeff, wanting nothing more than to kiss Sara again, eagerly acceded to her request.

Though at a complete loss to fathom her sudden change of heart when it came to being of the receiving end of things, Sara nonetheless found that she thoroughly enjoyed the wild erotic rush that was engendered when Jeff kissed her.

A third kiss followed almost immediately on the coattails of the second. And this time, Sara, overwhelmed by the demands of her carnal needs, needs that were truly feminine in their origin, parted her lips so as to welcome Jeff's tongue into the open orifice of her mouth.

After a series of extremely passionate French Kisses, Sara pulled her head back a little. Gasping to catch her breath, a sexually turned-on Sara sought to answer the question that Jeff had posed a few minutes earlier. "In answer your earlier question as to where I might like to go, while I know this is going to sound a little forward coming from me, what I think I'd like to do is to go back to your place. That is if that's all right with you?"

Chapter 6

On the ride to Jeff's place, as hard pressed, as she was to do so in her present state of mind, a sexually aroused Sara managed to do some quick calculations. Having donned those magical high heels of hers around three o'clock that afternoon, Sara, having checked both her own watch and the clock display of Jeff's car radio, reckoned that she had amassed a good nine hours plus of Residual Girl Time. While she would have felt a lot more comfortable had she managed to compile a couple more hours in reserve so as to safeguard herself against the capricious nature of Murphy's Law, Sara decided that she could, should she wish to do so, spend the night at Jeff's.

Sara was no fool. She knew that she were she to stay the night with Jeff she would be running the risk of over-sleeping and turning back into Bill. However, knowing that, Sara also knew that there were several safeguards she could take. One, she could ask Jeff to set his alarm clock so as to ensure that she would wake up in plenty of time to slip back into her heels. Two, she could also use the alarm feature of her newly purchased cell phone as insurance against a power outage. And even though it was late, given that her sister and brother-in-law were generally night owls on the weekends, Sara knew that she could always call Beth and request a wake-up call for Saturday morning. Beth, knowing what that 'sister' of hers was up to, had already volunteered her services should such a contingency arise.

Though Sara had yet to come to any definite conclusions as to what she might or might not do once she got to Jeff's, it was reassuring to know that she was reasonably safe should she find herself desiring to spend the night.

'Just what in the hell are you thinking, girl?' Sara demanded of herself as Jeff turned his car into the neighborhood in which his house was situated. 'You're not really going to go to bed with him, are you? I mean, while you may not look like it, you're a guy for cripesakes! And guys don't go to bed with other guys unless they're gaybirds! And you're anything but a gaybird!'

Then, in counterpoint to her own argument, Sara silently mused, 'You're right. You're not a gaybird. You're guy incased in a girl's body, who for some odd reason that you can't even begin to explain is feeling more like a girl then you've ever felt before. And the problem is that you like the way you're feeling. More to the point, you absolute love the way Jeff makes you feel when he kisses you. The bottom line is that he makes you feel all girlie inside. And for some odd reason, you find that you like it. And as crazy as it is, you, my dear little Sara, want more. You want to be hugged and kissed and fondled, and - Heaven forbid! - fingered. Right at this moment, the thing you want most in life is for Jef to take you in his arms and seduce the livin' shit out of you.'

'Hell!' having reached the truth of the matter, Sara mind screamed in abject consternation. 'Let's face it, girl! The way you're feeling right now, you want your best friend to fuck you, up one side and down the other. You want to feel his pecker nestle snuggly up inside this little honey pot of yours so bad you could taste it.'

'Taste it!' Sara's mind reeled at the horror that those two seemly harmless words conveyed. 'Please! I beg of you! Tell me that you'll never go so far as to do something as repugnant as that! Becoming a nymphomaniac is one thing. Becoming a cocksucker is something else altogether. Promise me that you'll never do something as distastefully as that and I'll agree to letting you go to bed with him...'

"Well, here we are," Jeff pleasantly beamed as pulled into his driveway. "And it's all mine, unless of course that spiteful bitch I was married to reneges about letting me buy her out of her half..."

A few moments later, as he politely helped Sara out of his car, a somewhat tongue-tied and self-conscious Jeff endeavored to lessen Sara's expectations, "Please excuse the mess. I'm afraid what with everything that's been going on this past week, I didn't get around to doing a whole lot of cleaning and straightening up."

Knowing Jeff to be a real neatness freak, and thinking of how her own place could do with a thorough dusting, Sara, endeavoring to elevate her best friend's qualms, casually replied, "Oh, you needn't worry about trying to impress me on that account. No matter how bad the mess might be, believe me, I've seen worse."

Chapter 7

Once inside, Jeff, playing the part of the perfect host, asked if Sara might like something to drink. Knowing that her buddy always had some wine on hand, Sara placed a request for that. Then, in answer to Jeff's inquiry as to her preference, Sara replied that white would be preferable, but that red would be perfectly all right with her as well.

Having taken a sip of wine, Sara placed the wineglass on the coffee table and brazenly repositioned herself on the sofa so that she was snuggled right up alongside of her friend. Jeff took the hint and he enfolded her in his arms, there by starting off right where he had left off in the theater parking lot. A moment or so later, he up the ante as he began to fondle and caress the ever so ample mound of Sara's left breast.

Sara moaned. She sighed. She gasped, loving ever blessed moment of it, while all the while wanting more.

Sara, having played the same game countless times herself as the man she had been born to be, knew fully well that Jeff was doing a superb job of seducing her. And what really surprised her was the fact that she was thoroughly enjoying her seduction, to the point where she never wanted it to end.

Suddenly, Sara came to the stark realization that Jeff had run his hand up under her sweater and had expertly unsnapped her bra. A moment more and she gasped as his thumb began to caress the tit and surrounding areola of that magnificent and man troubling mammary of hers.

Then, as Jeff began to alternate between tenderly kissing and passionately sucking Sara's ever so elegant neck, a decision was arrived at. There was no indecision. Sara, aroused as she was, desperately wanted Jeff to make love to her.

Pulling her head away. Sara sensually intoned, "Jeff, while the last thing I want you do right now is to stop what you're doing to me, I do believe that it's high time the two of us head upstairs to your bedroom."

Seeking to clarify things, Jeff felt compelled to asked, "Sara, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Well, if you think that I'm asking you to make love to me, you're right. I am."

That was indeed the answer that Jeff was hoping to hear. But though it was, having given the matter a lot of thought, he did as his friend, Bill, had suggested. That is to say that Jeff opted to use the First Headache Approach in conjunction with the Three Times Rule.

As eager as she was for Jeff get back to administering to those craven carnal needs of hers, Sara patiently rode roughshod over her seething emotions. Wanting nothing more than to get back to the business at hand, with that business being Jeff's hands, tongue and lips lovingly caressing the erogenous zones that populated that super-sensitive body of hers, Sara allowed Jeff to have his say. And she had to admit that while he did deviated from the script she had painstakingly laid out for him just the night before, all things considered, he did a bang-up job of it. It struck Sara that she had every reason to be proud of her protegee. He had hit all the salient points. Plus, without ever having to come out and actually say it, he had driven home the point that he respected her and did not want to do anything that might jeopardize the relationship the two of them were in the process of building.

Sara found herself both flattered and pleased. Though she had always known Jeff to be a really great guy, he was proving to be a real gentleman as well. What she still did not know was how good a lover he was. However, she was bound and determined to find out before too many more hours has passed.

"Jeff," Sara paused in an effort to organize her thoughts. "While I appreciate all that you just said, and I'm in complete agreement with you about the three times business, you need to know something." Sara, who was bound and determined to get herself laid that night, steeled herself for the lie she was about to tell. "Just so you know, my wanting to go to bed with you wasn't a snap decision on my part. I knew that I wanted to go to bed with you back on Tuesday, when the two of us were at Denny's. I've given it a lot of thought since then." Which was indeed the truth. "And I still very much want to go to bed with you."

"You do?" Bill felt compelled to ask.

"Yes. And if it's all the same to you, I'd kind of like to do it sooner than later..."

Taking her hand in his, an elated Jeff eagerly led Sara up the stairs and into his bedroom.

"Jeff," Sara timidly intoned as she began to undress. "Before we get started, there's something you need to know. Look, I know how crazy this is going to sound, but the truth is that I have never been with a man like this before. So please, I beg of you. Be gentle..."

Chapter 8

Jeff was gentle, gentle and tender and above all, extremely attentive to Sara's needs. More importantly, and much to Sara's liking, he did not rush things along. Starting off with a kiss, Jeff began to stroke the fires of Sara's ardor. French Kiss followed French Kiss as Jeff's right hand began to open up a second front as he tenderly began to fondle and caress the teat and the surrounding areola of Sara's left breast.

'Damn, that fells good!' Sara's mind reeled as Jeff's oral administrations began to work their way down that ever so elegant neck-stalk of hers. 'I've known since I was a young teenager that girls like to have their necks kiss. Now, I know why. While I more or less figures that a girl's neck could be consider an erogenous zone, I never figure that so much pleasure could be derived from someone kissing and sucking it. I just hope that I don't end up with a hickey. But if I do, my heels will no doubt eradicate it like they do with all the other aches, pains and scratches, I get.'

'Holy shit!' Sara whole body squirmed as Jeff's lips encircled the blood engorged nipple of her left breast. Two swipes of Jeff's ever so talented tongue was all it took to drive Sara right up the wall, which in turn cause that vagina of hers to start leaking love-juices like a sieve.

'Damn, he's good.' Sara could not help compare Jeff's lovemaking techniques to her own. 'I mean, while he might not be quite as good a lover as I am, there's no getting around the fact that he's good. He's damn good! And I must say that I'm ever so grateful that he is.'

Jeff took his time. Employing both of his hands, plus mouth and tongue, he cunningly kept Sara sexually off-balance as he progressively twiddled and tweaked her into a state of unbridled arousal. Then, just when Sara didn't think things could get any better, she felt the multiple lip-folds of her vagina part as one of Jeff's fingers, more than likely the middle one, invaded the hinter-most regions of that nifty little crevice crease of hers. With an agonizing slowness that served no other purpose than to torque the living shit out of Sara's sense of anticipation, Jeff slowly drew his finger up the swath of her vagina, scarcely bushing the crown of the elusive nub of her clitoris as it passed overhead. Jolted by the excruciating amounts of sheer unadulterated pleasure she derived from that ever so fleeting contact, Sara's whole body flinched. She bucked, shimmied and sashayed, as her legs splayed outward so as to grant Jeff unimpeded access to that marvelous little honey pot of honey.

Then, having given Sara the merest hint of what was in the offing, Jeff, know fully well what he was doing to her, began to twill and flick his finger about the nub of her clit, there by driving her into an unparalleled state of sexual frenzy in the process.

Sara cried. She whimpered. She screamed. She even began to beseech the Almighty to grant her the blessed succor she so desperately sought.

But Jeff had yet to play his trump card. Moving his body down and into the welcoming splay of Sara's V'ed legs, Jeff brought his tongue to bear on Sara's clitoris and in so doing began to administer the selfless and giving act of cunnilingus.

All it took was one swipe of Jeff's tongue on Sara's clit to convince her that as good as it had felt being fingered, that technique could not begin to hold a candle to the tongue when it came to the art of clitoral stimulation. As excruciating as the pleasure had been before, it increased exponentially with the introduction of Jeff's ever so talented tongue.

With the introduction of Jeff's tongue, Sara began to soar on the upwelling surge of her primordial needs. As cascading jolts of excruciating pleasure lanced outward from the miniscule epicenter of her womanhood, only to reverberate about her body, Sara rushed helter skelter toward the event horizon of orgasm release. And then, in a kaleidoscoping rapture of pure unadulterated pleasure, she climaxed, as one tsunami like orgasms after another gushed, ripped, rippled and ricocheted about her body.

Then, even as her magnificent daisy chain of orgasms began to subside, Sara became cognizant of the fact that she had never experienced anything that could begin to compare to the like of what she had just experienced. Though she had fingered herself to the point of climax innumerable times in the past, Jeff had done something to her that she had never been able to do to herself. When it came to inducing a string of high-impact orgasms, Jeff had raised the bar considerable. Sara knew that try as she might; she could never induce the kind of orgasmic release that his deft handed and talented tongue ministrations had conjured up within her.

Needless to say, just as long she was the intended recipient, Sara had become a staunch proponent of oral sex. Jeff had convinced her that when it came to inducing orgasms in members of the fairer sex, cunnilingus was indeed the preferred method.

As Sara snuggled in the cozy serenity of Jeff's loving embrace, she idyllically began to savor every nuance of the experience she had just enjoyed. 'Damn!' the thought struck her even as her body convulsed with the spasm of an orgasmic aftershock. 'That was fantastic. I never believe that anything could feel so good...'

Then, in the midst of the warm-fuzzes of orgasmic afterglow, the realization struck her that while she had gotten-off, Jeff had not. Jeff had serviced her needs while she had done nothing to address his. The inequity of it all hit Sara like that proverbial ton of bricks that you are always hearing about.

One of the things that Sara ardently believed in was fairness. Whenever and wherever she could, Sara tried her utmost to be fair. Fair's fair and it just was not right for her to get her jollies off and leave Jeff hanging in the wind so to speak. Sara knew that it was time to pay the piper and attend to Jeff needs as he had attended to hers.

Added to that was the fact that Sara also came to the realization that while she had achieved orgasmic release, she had yet to experience the defining act of intercourse with a man. Oddly enough and much to her surprise, Sara found that she dearly wanted to find out what it felt like to have Jeff's gross gnarled-up thingie nestled snuggly up inside of that satin slick crevice crease of hers.

'Just how much of a girl have those heels of mine gone turned me into? Look pal, there's no getting around the fact that there's been some rather significant changes going on in this old noggin of yours. So, you know those heels of yours have done some tinkering because you've never entertained the kind of thoughts that you're entertaining now. The truth is that you're not thinking like a guy anymore. You know as well as I do that you're thinking more like a girl than you ever have before. Hell! You know as well as I do that before today you would never have thought of hopping into the sack with another guy. Now though, you want your best friend to fuck your brains out. So what gives, pal? Why in hell are you behaving the way you are?'

Sara could not provide adequate answers to those questions of hers. All she knew was that she desperately wanted to feel Jeff's manhood up inside of her. She wanted - No! Make that needed! - Jeff to fuck her.

'Shit!' Sara's mind reeled with the realization that her hand, acting as if on its on volition, had begun to fondle Jeff's flaccid penis.

'Damn it, girl! Have you all of a sudden up and turn into a homo?'

Then, in answer to her own question, Sara's mind reverberated with a most emphatic, 'No! You're not a homo! You're a girl, albeit a slightly perverted one. Oh! And least you forget, it seems that you're pretty much nymphed out of your gourd right now as well, given that you just don't want sex. You crave sex. And if that makes you a hussy, then you're a hussy and I'd have to say a shameless one at that...'

At that point, Sara became aware of the fact that her ministrations had caused Jeff's formerly flaccid johnson arm to engorge the required amount of blood to have elongated into a most imposing and rock-hard shaft. A transitory moment of sheer terror enveloped Sara as she endeavored to come to grips with the fact that the Jeff's penis, the very penis she had so wantonly coaxed to life, the one that felt so friggin' huge in her hand, was going to be shoved up inside of the cramped confines of that little you-know-what of hers.

'Oh, well,' Sara dismissively mused as she once again splayed her legs in open invitation for Jeff to enter her. 'In for a penny, in for a pound. Besides girl, you know that you want to feel him inside of you...'

Jeff shifted position and obliged Sara by moving his body into the V'ed splay of those long and lovely legs of hers. Sara, who was still fondling Jeff's blood engorged member, gently guided it towards the multiple lip folds that creased her femininely formed crotch that those magical high heels of hers had seen fit to fit her out with. Reflexively, Sara gasped, drawing in a deep breath as she felt the head of Jeff's penis begin to push inward against the paltry resistance that the lip folds of her vagina offered.

'Oh, my God!' Sara was on the verge of panicking; thinking that there was no way she was not going to tear and bruise down there. But as things worked out, and much to her relief, she did not panic. Nor, as she would later come to find, did she suffer any injury. Jeff's penis aided by the lubrication provided by Sara's own vaginal secretions, slid snuggly, and to Sara's surprises, cozily into the satin confines of her womanhood.

'Well, I'll be damned! It fit. It actually fit. I've got a man's pecker shoved up inside of this little you-what-what of mine. And the odd thing is that I find that I like it. In fact, I like it a lot. I like it more than I ever thought I could. Or, for that matter, would. My best friend, a guy I've known practically all my life, is actually fucking me.'

'No!' Sara, in a knee-jerk reaction, reconsidered that last thought of hers and immediately corrected herself. 'Jeff isn't fucking me. He's making love to me. And I'll be damned if he isn't doing a bang-up job of it. God, it feels so good feeling him up inside of me like this...'

Unbeknownst to Sara, those magical high heels of hers, working on a subliminal level, had over the course of time, via an imperceptible trickle down affect, download, or you might say, leeched or even replicated their magical potential so that it had become an integral part of Sara's metaphysical being. Though she remained ignorant of the fact, she no longer needed to don and doff the heels in order to change her sexual affiliation. Though she had yet to realize it, Sara could do that all on her own by merely willing the change to occur. By the same token, the magical potential that the heels had replicated within her gave Sara the ability to negate any and all of the Residual Girl Time she amassed whenever she wore those magnificent stilettos of hers. Succinctly put, anything the heels allowed her to do, she had, over time, gain the ability to do for herself.

It also should be noted that laced within the magical wherewithal that allowed Bill to become Sara was a very unique sub-routine that was designed to enhance any sexual liaisons that Sara might take part in. Basically, this unique sub-routine, adhering to the heels' prim directive to enrich Sara's life when and wherever possible, ensured that whenever she engaged in sexual intercourse, Sara and her partner would find themselves in sexual sync with one another, there by guaranteeing the couple's enjoyment of simultaneous orgasms.

When it came to sex, at least in so far as sex with another person, Jeff had suffered through a rather long dry spell. Add to that was the fact that what sex he had had with his wife prior to entering into that prolonged dry spell that had been precipitated by the separation had not been anything near satisfying.

That being the case, it is completely understandable that Jeff proved to be quite the eager beaver. Primed and ready as Jeff was, once he entered Sara it became Katy Bar the Door Time as he gave into the surge of his own primordial lust and began humping Sara for all she was worth.

It was a wild, energetic and erotic ride for Sara. But the magical potential of the heels that resided deep within her kept pace with Jeff's fervor-pitch assault. No sooner had Jeff entered her, and Sara's ardor scrambled, clamoring its way to match his sense of desperate ferocity. Within a matter of second their bodies synchronized. Their spirits meshed. They became one souring within the ever evolving rapture of their union. And then, on the thunderous upbeat of their wanton desires, the two of them climaxed, as Jeff's pecker erupted, spewing a most impressive amount of cum into Sara vaginal canal.

Having already made up her mind to spend the night, Sara, once she had regained the wherewithal to do so, took the precautionary measure of calling her sister and requesting a wake up call. She also requested that Jeff set his alarm clock. And while he was attending to that little chore, just to be on the safe side, Sara prudently took advantage of the time to programmed her cell phone's onboard alarm feature as an added safeguard against the capriciousness nature of Mr. Murphy's ever so infuriating law.

Then, having set Sara's mind at ease by taking care of that little, but even so important, detail, Jeff and Sara climbed back into bed and began to tenderly addressed one another carnal needs. And what this particular lovemaking session lacked in rambunctious and riotous energy, the intimacy the two enjoyed more than made up for it. They took their time and so doing Jeff, by skillfully exploring every nock and cranny of Sara so subtle and sensual attuned body, opened up her horizons, as his deft-handed ministrations helped unveil one as yet undiscovered erogenous zone after another.

As before, the two enjoyed simultaneous orgasms and then, wrapped in the loving embrace of one another arms they fell asleep.

Chapter 9

It was still dark outside when Sara woke that Saturday morning. The first thing she did was to glance at the digital clock that sat atop Jeff's night table. Feeling a little frisky, she was overjoyed to realize that she had a good two and a half hours of Residual Girl Time left before she would transform back into her old manly self. While she cautioned herself to keep an eye on the time, Sara, who wanted nothing more than to have Jeff attend to those seemly omnipresent carnal needs of hers, began to wrack her brain to see if she could devise a novel way to rouse him from his slumbers.

Her first thought was to use her hand to fondled Jeff's penis with the hope of coaxing back to life. However, as she looked over at his gross, flaccid and shriveled-up member, another thought struck her. If Jeff was giving enough to perform the selfless act of cunnilingus on her, should she not be just as giving and return the favor by performing fellatio on him.

'Are you crazy, girl?' Sara's demanded of herself. 'You're not actually contemplating putting a guy's thing in your mouth, are you? I mean, you're a guy for cripesakes! And the only guys that doing that sort of shit are either gaybirds or bisexuals. And you're neither one of those. You also realize what doing something such as that will make you? If you do it, that'll make you a cocksucker. And that's something you know that you've never ever wanted to be.'

'But then again, you really aren't a guy, are you? Right at this moment, you're a girl. At least you feel like one. Or, I guess that should be that you feel like you think a girl is supposed to feel.'

'Admittedly, something really weird happened last night. I'm not sure what it was, and I know damn right well that I can't even begin to explain it, but I know that I don't feel anything like I felt before. That's to say that I don't feel like a guy right now. And that's odd, because I always did before when I'm decked out as a girl. I don't know how to put it, but I guess I could say that I'm feeling kind of girly. And the problem is that I like the way I'm feeling. More to the point, I like the way Jeff makes me feel. I like the way he touches me. And I really like the way he kisses me. And there's no denying the fact that I absolutely love feeling him inside of me.'

'The trouble is though, I know in my heart of hearts that I'm still attracted to other women. But, though I am, there's no getting around the fact that I find myself attracted to Jeff as well. I mean, he has to have one of the cutest little tushes that I've ever seen, and boy is he a good kisser...'

Sara's debate with herself continued on in that vein for a few more minutes before she finally arrived at her decision. Accepting the fact that she was going to give fellatio a go, Sara gingerly repositioning herself so that her head could easily be brought to bear on its designated target. Then, with a good deal of girlish trepidation churning it the pit of that taut little tummy of hers, Sara leaned over and willing took the head of Jeff's penis into the saliva slick vestibule of mouth.

It only took a few seconds for Jeff's manly member to respond accordingly. Needless to say that Sara was overjoyed at the reaction that her oral ministrations received. As one might expect, Jeff's pecker quickly responded to Sara's rather blatant and bawdy call to attention.

Several minutes later, a thoroughly turned-on and invigorated Jeff, not wishing to come in her mouth, was balling Sara for all she was worth. And for her part, Sara loved every moment of it. Thanks to the magic that the heels had replicated within her, Sara level of arousal quickly caught up to Jeff's so that when they climaxed, they did so together.

Several minutes later, once they had recovered their stamina, Jeff, playing a game of tit for tat, returned the favor by going down on Sara. Taking his time; he proceeded to give her a thorough tongue-lashing.

Though she had chided herself to keep an eye on the time, Sara had been far too distracted to follow her own advice. 'Holy shit! I've only got about a half an hour, if that, before I change back into a man again! Best get cracking, because we certainly can't have that!' Sara scrambled out of the bed and into her heels in a flash.

"Now that's what I call an outfit," Jeff wearily muttered as he too climbed out of bed. "High heels and nothing else... But I must say: it sure looks good on you."

"Well thank you, young sir." Sara cheerfully accepted Jeff's compliment as she headed straight way for the adjoining bathroom.

"So, what would you like to do today?" Jeff dutifully inquired.

"Besides making love?" Sara teased.

"Yes. Besides that."

Aware that due to all the bills that his wife had saddled him with, Jeff was pretty much living paycheck to paycheck, Sara prudently suggested that the two of them go out to breakfast on the condition that it would be her treat. Jeff readily accepted as he continued on to suggest that after breakfast, since it was supposed to be a nice day weather-wise, the two of them could spend the day at the municipal zoo. Sara was quick to agree, but only on the stipulation that they both pay their own way.

They hit a Waffle House for breakfast and while they were there, Jeff suggested that Sara might want to head back to her friend's apartment and exchange her spiked heels for a pair of shoes that were a lot more conducive to walking around in all day. With an infectious chuckle clearly conveyed in her voice, Sara thanked Jeff for being so considerate of her needs, before continuing on to dispel his notion about her stilettos. Graciously, Sara informed Jeff that while she appreciated his suggestion, such a stop would not be necessary. She continued on to explain that the heels she was wearing were the most comfortable shoes she owned. Which in fact, was the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. The heels, owing to their inherent magic, were the epitome of comfort. They made it feel as if Sara were walking on air. They put a spring in her step, a bounce in her ouch, and a sassy swish in that ever so sexy succulent tush of hers.

Chapter 10

The two of them thoroughly enjoyed their day at the zoo. Jeff, who felt already blessed spending the day in the company of such a beautiful young lady as Sara, could hardly believe how well the two of them got along. As trite as it was, he began to feel as if he had known Sara all his life, which unbeknownst to him he actually had. Though it was an emotional decision on his part, Jeff was quickly coming to the conclusion that given all they seemed to have in common, plus the fact that they seemed to compliment each other in a myriad of ways, the two of them were soulmates. Though he swore that he was not going to rush things, given the fact that this relationship of theirs was still in its infancy, Jeff was starting to believe that destiny had stepped in and decreed that he and Sara should be together for the rest of their lives.

Having spent the later hours of the morning and pretty much all of the afternoon strolling around the zoo, on their way back to Jeff's, they stopped at a Chinese carryout and picked up something to eat for dinner. Jeff, having learned that Sara was as mush as a movie buff as he was, suggested that they could watch a DVD while they ate. Having spiced up their day's conversation by bantering back and forth with lines from the Mel Brooks' 'Young Frankenstein', Sara, knowing fully well that Jeff had a copy of that particular movie in his DVD collection, asked if it might be possible to watch the classic comedy. As expected, Jeff was up for it as much as she was.

As the credits began to role at the end of Young Frankenstein, since it was still fairly early in the evening, Jeff inquired if Sara was up for watching another movie. Sara replied by saying that she was if he was. Taking the initiative, Jeff proceeded to delegate the responsibility of selecting the next movie to Sara. Seized the opportunity to test the waters so to speak, Sara, insinuating that the sex change element of that lay at the heart of both story lines was kind of a low-level turn-on for her, replied that she wouldn't mind watching either Blake Edwards' 'Goodbye Charlie', or in lieu of that one, 'The Switch'.

Jeff, who had both of those movies in his rather expansive collection, was more than happy to oblige. However, he was also mildly intrigued by Sara's insinuation concerning the sex change business, to the point where he eventually felt compelled to ask her about it around about the time they were half way through 'Goodbye Charlie', "So, Sara, tell me something. What gives with you and this sex change business? I mean, is this you're way of telling me that you believe in reincarnation and that you were a guy in your former life?"

Sara, aware that she was treading on thin ice, coquettishly responded as she purposely snuggled into Jeff's embrace all the more, "And would that be such a bad thing if I were?"

"No!" Jeff responded without any hesitation whatsoever. "In fact, it would explain a few things."

Curious to know exactly what Jeff meant by that cryptic remark, Sara, endeavoring to keep her anxiety in check, prompted, "Such as!"

"Well..." Jeff, who was starting to fell a little uncomfortable, endeavored to explain himself. "Now don't get me wrong, Sara, because I really like you. In fact I like you just the way you are. But there are time you come off sounding a lot more like a guy then a girl. In fact, you come off sounding a lot like my best friend, you know, Bill, the guy I've been telling you about, you know the one I'm dying for you meet. I mean to tell you! It's scary how much the two of you have in common. On second thought," Jeff continued in a more thoughtful vein, "maybe I shouldn't introduce the two of you. Given my luck, you'd probably end up liking him a lot more than you do me..."

Not at all liking where the conversation was going, Sara agitatedly quipped, "You know something? You can be a real nerd sometimes! While I might be in lust with you right now, there's a good chance that I'm well on my way to falling head over heels in love with you. So, do yourself a favor. Can the paranoia and give me a kiss."

Though hard pressed to quell his misgivings, Jeff was quick to accede to Sara's request. One kiss lead to another and soon the movie was forgotten as they began to make-out. However, during the early stage of their necking, Sara did manage to sneak in a comment or two concerning their prior conversation. "Oh, and just so you know, I guess you could say that I was tomboy growing up. Girls were far too catty for me. So I rarely if ever hung out with the girls in the neighborhood I grew up in. For the most part I hung out with the guys. And because I did, I grew up doing guy things."

Felling that there was a need to set Jeff's mind at ease, Sara continued on to say, "But as you can plainly tell, I'm all girl now. And right now this girl thinks that it's high time that the two of relocate and continue this in the comfort of your bedroom."

Needless to say, Jeff was all in favor of doing just that.

Sunday morning, having awoken Jeff in the same tasteful manner she had the day before, though Sara was reluctant to do so, she sadly informed Jeff that while she would have liked to spend the entire day with him, she had things to do. Though he would have preferred spending the day with her as well, Jeff was understanding to a fault as he agreed to drive Sara back to her friend's apartment, on the condition that she agree to allowed him to buy her breakfast at McDonalds on the way.

With a promise to call her that evening, accompany with a most passionate goodbye kiss, a kiss that escalated into several overtly passionate goodbye kisses, Jeff saw Sara to the door of the apartment complex building where he had picked her up on Friday. With a wave of goodbye to see Jeff on his way, Sara watched him pull out of the parking lot and then prudently waited until he had driven out of site before retracing her route to the back parking lot where her MGB awaited her.

Even before she fired up the engine, Sara had prudently slip out of those marvelous high heels of hers. Placing them on the seat beside her, she made a swag (scientific wild ass guess) as to when she could expect to change back into Bill again. Calculating that the change would occur somewhere around three that afternoon, Sara checked her watch to see how long it would be before the stores at the mall opened for business. Figuring that she would arrive round about the time the stores would be opening, Sara decided that even if it meant that she would not turn back into Bill again until sometime early that evening, the prudent thing for her to do would be to purchase some women's apparel for herself.

Having spent the weekend at Bill's, Sara realized that she would need to do something that she had never had the need to do before. To help keep up the pretext of being a real girl, she would need to buy some women's clothing to take with on their future weekends together. And Sara was adamant that their would many more weekends to come.

Sara had never needed to purchase female attire for herself. The heels took care of all her needs. However, least Jeff become suspicious and begin to wonder where Sara's duds came from, she would have to take preventive measures. Added to that, she knew that she would need some other things besides just clothing. Though it was a total waste of money, Sara realized that she would have to pick up a token amount of makeup and other such sundry items, including female toiletry and the like to complete the illusion of her actually being a woman on a full time bases.

Chapter 11

For the very first time since he came into possession of those magical high heels of his, Bill felt a little out of kilter upon his becoming a man again around six that Sunday evening. Though he tried hard to shake it, he felt himself constantly nagged by the merest hint of clinging femininity. While he could discern nothing specific that would generate such an elusive impression, it nevertheless bugged the living shit out of him.

Wanting nothing more than to give his buddy the lowdown on the fantastic weekend he had enjoyed, and thereby set his buddy's mind at ease by demonstrating that thanks to Sara, he had fully recovery from his long bout with depression, Jeff called Bill around seven. As always, Bill listened attentively.

In Bill's mind, the conversation served two purposes. On one hand, given how elated and upbeat Jeff sounded on the phone, Bill took heart, reassuring himself that he had done a good thing. On the other hand, Bill experienced a feeling of relief. Having harbored the fear that his spending the weekend with Jeff in the guise of his feminine alter ego might well have played havoc with his sexual orientation, Bill was heartened to realize that he had not turned into a limp-wrested gaybird. That is to say that his former feelings for Jeff had not changed one iota because of what had occurred that weekend. Even though he, as Sara, had slept with Jeff, Bill still thought of Jeff as his best friend, something in the order of a brother, rather than a lover.

The same could not be said an hour later.

Feeling confident that Jeff would call Sara shortly after he got off the phone, upon hanging up Bill prudently slipped his feet into the welcoming maw of those marvelous dick-teaser specials of his. Bill's assumption was right on the money. Before a full minute had elapsed, Sara's cell phone began ringing its silly little head off. The problem was, Bill had only begun to change into Sara and because he had, there was no way that he could answer the phone.

Though Bill's transsexuallization progressed rapidly, Jeff tried ringing Sara's cell phone at least two more times before she was in any shape to answer it. And when she did answer it, Sara was rather taken aback, owing to the fact that her feelings had changed towards Jeff. She no longer thought of him as just a friend the way she had but a few minutes before when she was operating as Bill. Rather, a giddy and sexually excited Sara was keenly aware of the fact that person on the other end of the phone was none other than the man who had made love to her.

As one might as expect, Sara was at a loss to explain the disparity of her feelings. But regardless of that, Sara found herself relishing those new and altogether foreign feelings that she was experiencing. In fact she relished them so much, she engaged in something to further her enjoyment of the conversation she was having. Pretty much the entire time she was on the phone with Jeff, Sara passed the time by playing with those distinctly feminine attributes of hers. She did so as a means of keeping herself on the raw edge of sexual excitement.

Monday evening was pretty much a repeat performance of Sunday evening. Around six-thirty, a thorough elated and upbeat Jeff called Bill to one: touch base; and two, to keep Bill appraised of the ongoing developments in his new relationship with Sara. Knowing that it would not be long before Jeff called Sara, upon hanging up, Bill prudently donned those spiked heels of his. Opting to adorn that drop-dead gorgeous body of hers in something that would grant her easy access to both her primary and secondary erogenous zones, Sara closed her eyes and envisioned herself wearing a crotchless fishnet body-stocking and - Whalla! - upon opening her eyes she was delighted to see how good she looked decked out in such revealing attire.

Ten minutes had passed and an anxious Sara began to become concerned. Jeff had yet to call her. She chided herself, telling herself not to get those magnificent titties of hers in an uproar. She repeated told herself to stop worrying and that Jeff would be calling her any minute. Sara was on the edge of her seat when five more minutes had passed and Jeff still had not called to her. Exasperated, to the point where she was starting to become frantic, Sara, who was desperately clutching her cell phone in her hand, began pacing about her living room, wondering all the while if it might be for the best if she were to call him.

Twenty-five minutes after Bill had hung up the phone with Jeff; Sara's cell phone began chirping its little head off. With a sense of relief washing over her, Sara answered the phone.

All told, their conversation lasted until about half-passed eleven. Upon hanging up, having somehow managed to keep herself teetering on the brink of orgasmic release all throughout their conversation, Sara gave in to those primordial and distinctly femininely attuned needs of hers. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she feverishly began to finger her clit. Orgasm followed orgasm as she fantasized that Jeff's manhood was snugly nestled up inside the crucible of her womanhood.

Tuesday was a rough day for Bill. The clinging sense of femininity that he had first experienced on Sunday evening had not diminished one iota. Rather, Bill began to harbor the sneaky suspicion that it was on the increase. Over and over again, he was haunted by Sara's ever so pleasant memories of her weekend with Jeff. And that troubled him to no end.

In order to reassure himself that he still was attracted to women, throughout the day that Tuesday, Bill ran a whole slew of internal audits on his sexual orientation. However, each time he did, he came to the same conclusion. As a man, he was still very much a heterosexual. Sara though, was another matter altogether. Bill had to face the fact that as Sara, she would go to almost any lengths to enjoy another role in the hay with Jeff.

Having planned to hook up with Jeff at the pool that evening in the guise of his feminine alter ego, Bill donned those magical high heels of his as soon as he got home from work. He did so in order to build up several hours of Residual Girl Time. However, Bill's plans for the evening drastically change once he completed his transformation. Sara had something else in mind other than swimming. She wanted to get herself laid and she wanted Jeff to do the laying. More than anything else, she wanted to feel Jeff's manhood nestled snugly up inside her.

That being the case, Sara, who was well aware of the fact that Jeff should be on his way home from work, decided to take the bull by the horns. Briskly she strode out of her house and walked the two and a half blocks to the rented garage where her MGB was stashed. Hoping that she would not get flagged her down by a cop for speeding; Sara managed to get to Jeff's a few minutes before he did.

Needless to say, Jeff was both surprised and elated to see Sara waiting for him outside of his front door. More to the point, once he heard her counterproposal to an evening spent swimming laps at the Y, Jeff was just as eager as Sara was to go grab some carryout for dinner so the two of then could spend a quiet evening at home together.

However, it should be noted that with all the moaning, the groaning, the screaming and the squealing that escaped Sara's lips during the course of her stay, the evening was anything but a quiet one.

Wednesday evening was, if nothing else, an extremely interesting one. Shortly after Bill arrived home from work that Wednesday, an old flame of his, one Rebecca March unexpectedly showed up on his doorstep.

About a year and half prior to this, Bill and Rebecca had gone together for several months before they became aware that while they were great in the sack together, they shared little else in common. Knowing that a long-term relationship was out of the question, they arrived at the mutual decision to stop seeing one another. However, though they did, every now and again, they would get together on a lark, hop in the sack and there, service one another's carnal needs.

Wednesday night was such an occasion. Rebecca, who had been wallowing in an extended dating dry spell, needed a little solace, plus a dash of servicing on the side. Bill, who needed some rather specialized reassurance of his own, was more than happy to oblige.

As it worked out, Rebecca went home happy and Bill learned a few things about himself.

First and foremost, Bill learned that he was still very much a man at heart. Physically speaking, he was at the top of his game. Sara's tete-a-tetes with Jeff seemed to have only improved Bill's love making techniques, so much so that Rebecca even complimented him, informing him on just how fantastic a lover he was. Then, having said that, Rebecca continued on to add that she really regretted the fact that the two of them had not been able to make a go of it. Oddly enough, Rebecca even went so far as to insinuate that maybe the two of them ought to give it another try.

Having picked up on Rebecca's insinuation, Bill, not wishing to end the evening on a sour note, chose to simply ignore her remarks.

The second thing Bill learned was that he was actually jealous of Rebecca's part in the proceedings. Though it did not dawn on him at the time the two of them were going at it hot and heavy, shortly after Rebecca left, Bill managed to get a handle on his feelings, only to realize that he felt a little cheated. While it was true that he had gotten his rocks off, his enjoyment paled in comparison to the unimaginable amounts of pleasure that Sara had derived when Jeff addressed those carnal needs of hers. That is to say that Bill realized that all things being equal, he would rather be on the feminine side of things. Succinctly put, Bill had to admit that when it came to the enjoyment derived from sex, women had it head and shoulders over their male counterparts.

Any lingering qualms Bill had about a possible shift in his sexual orientation were put to rest that Thursday evening at the volleyball court. Sexually speaking, Jeff did nothing for him. Though he was haunted by Sara's memories, try as he might, Bill could not begin to perceive Jeff as a sexual partner by any scope of the imagination. And that was reassuring. Bill took solace in the fact that Jeff was just a friend, a really good friend, but certainly nothing more.

Bill also took heart in the fact that the old Jeff was back. However, Bill was no dunce. He clearly recognized the fact that an unexpected breakup with Sara could cause Jeff to have a serious relapse. It was entirely possible that if an unforeseen breakup occurred, Jeff might well sink into an even darker depression than the apparent dissolution of his marriage had precipitated. Bill knew only too well that he had to handle the ongoing situation with kid gloves.

But Bill was also quick to recognize that there was another factor to be considered and that factor was none other than his own feminine alter ego. Thought he never thought something like this could ever happen, Bill knew that Sara had begun to have strong feelings for Jeff. Though he tried hard to deny and dismiss it, Bill knew that Sara was on the fast track to falling head over heels in love with Jeff. And that was going to be a big problem. Bill, who was a long time proponent of the Law of Unintended Consequences, knew only to well that the axiom: 'No good deed goes unpunished', was generally right on the money. That being the case, Bill figured that when everything was all said and done, Sara's feelings were probably going to get trounced and she was going to end up a basket case. But as much as Bill was not looking forward to having to face the unintended consequences of his intervention, Bill accepted the fact that he, rather than Jeff, would take the heat. Bill knew that Jeff had suffered far too much already. He did not need to suffer any additional emotional pain. And if that meant that Bill would have to forgo logging a lot of girl time once Jeff and Sara's relationship fell by the wayside, so be it. Bill was determined that if anyone were going to suffer any emotional distress it would be him rather than Jeff.

Chapter 12

After their first weekend together, Sara adopted the practice of spending all of her weekends at Jeff's. She even alleviated Jeff from the needless hassle of having to pick her up and drop her off at the apartment complex that her sister and brother-in-law managed by driving herself over to his place in her MGB. It also should be noted that though they rarely went out anywhere special during the workweek, Sara generally spent at least one, and more times than not, a couple of evenings at Jeff's house. However, though she did, Sara did not chose to spend the night there as she did on Fridays and Saturdays.

Needless to say that Bill was spending an inordinate amount of time functioning in the guise of his feminine alter ego. While that did not pose a problem for Bill, it did require a lot of fairly accurate time accounting due to the pesky Residual Girl Time issue. The one thing that had to be avoided at all cost was a situation in which Sara ran the risk of transforming back into Bill while still in Jeff's company, especially so during those times when the two of them were going at it hot and heavy. Where such a thing to occur, it would have been a catastrophe that would no doubt destroy everything that Bill was working so diligently to achieve.

The good thing was that Bill was an old hand at keeping an accurate record of the time he spent operating as Sara. It was indeed a rare occasion when he was off even by a minute in his calculations as to just when Sara would begin to change back into a man again. Truth be told, in all the time he had been using the heels to gender-hop, Bill had only flubbed it once. And the only reason that he had was due to the fact that he had forgotten to take into account the enactment of Daylight Saving Time.

That being the case, Bill was confident that even though he was spending a great deal of his time as Sara, he could avoid that unthinkable happenstance. The problem was, Bill forgot one thing. He forgot to take into account the persnickety nature of Mr. Murphy's Law.

It happened like this. Around elevenish on the Tuesday morning following Sara and Jeff's forth weekend together, Bill, influenced as he was by the capricious nature of the indefatigable sense of clinging femininity that had become his constant companion, came to the conclusion that Sara was in bad a way. Sara had not seen Jeff since late that Sunday afternoon and because she had not, she was in bad need of her mid-week Jeffery-fix. Being the nice guy he was, Bill tried to rearrange his schedule so he could get home an hour or so earlier than he usually did so that he could don the heels, change into Sara and start building up a little extra Residual Girl Time. While he managed to reschedule his one o'clock appointment for later in the week, Bill found that he was locked into his three o'clock appointment, meaning that he would not be able to change into Sara until he got home around five. But that was okay. Even thought he would have liked to have amassed a couple more hours of Residual Girl Time as a safety reserve, Bill felt that the Residual Girl Time that he would manage to accrue for his herified self would suffice quite nicely.

And indeed it would have if Sara had not fallen asleep after a rather rambunctious and thoroughly satisfying romp in the sack with her lover.

Before heading upstairs with Jeff, Sara had done some mental arithmetic and had calculated that she would not change back into Bill until somewhere in the neighborhood two the next morning. That being the case, she knew before hoping into the sack with Jeff that she need not worry about the unthinkable occurring while the two of them were attending to those voracious carnal needs of theirs. And Sara would have been right had she not inadvertently fallen asleep while enjoying the warm-fuzzes of post-orgasmic bliss.

But, as fate would have it, Sara had fallen asleep, thereby creating the potential for disaster.

In the dead of the night, the pressing need to relieve her bladder caused Sara to rouse from her slumbers. 'Oh, shit!' her mind ragged upon the stark and startling realization of where she was and what must have occurred. 'Damn it, girl! You fell asleep!'

Struggling hard against the urge that would have had her give into the impulse to panic, and moving ever so gingerly so as to not wake Jeff who was spooned snuggly up against her backside, Sara slithered her right hand down to probe her loins. Verifying the fact that she still had a vagina down there, Sara breathed a silent sigh of relief. 'Good! At least that part of me is still all girl. I just hope that the rest of me is as well.'

Then, having attended to that, Sara lay very still as she endeavored to marshal her thoughts. 'Okay... Let's se... If my memory serves me, I'm scheduled to change back around two, so I best get my ass in gear, get the hell out of this bed and locate my heels before that happens.'

Moving ever so gently so as not to wake Jeff, Sara managed to slide out from under the luxury of the satin sheets that she had persuaded Jeff to go in halves on. Crawling around on all fours, Sara, after a few extremely frustrating and fearful moments, managed to locate those magical high heels of hers. A few seconds later, having frantically donned her pumps, a much-relieved Sara began to gather up the rest of her clothes.

It was only then that she hazarded a glance at the nightstand and the digital clock that sat atop it. 'That can't be right. It's saying that it's a quarter to four, which means that by all rights that I ought to be a man right now. But I'm not a man. So, Jeff's clock has to be wrong...'

"Sara..." Jeff, who was more asleep than awake, dreamily murmured. "Is that you?"

"Yes. I'm afraid so. I guess we were so tuckered out that we both fell asleep."

"Oh... That explains it. So, why don't you just stay the night?"

Thinking fast, Sara replied, "As much as I'd really like to, I'm afraid I can't. For one thing, my roommate will be worried about me. And for another, I've got an early meeting that I've got to get ready for. So, as much as I'd like to stay, I really need to head on back to my place."

Continuing on in the same vein, Sara added, "Now, there's really no need for you to get up. I'm a big girl. I can see myself out.

"Are we still on for tomorrow night?" Jeff, with a yawn, sleepily inquired.

"Of course we are. Now give me a kiss so that I can be on my way."

Jeff, who wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, dutifully complied with Sara's request.

A few minutes later, having fired up the MG's engine. Sara, using a flashlight that she had prudently stashed away in her glove compartment, checked her own watch. 'Well I'll be damned! Jeff's clock wasn't wrong. What gives here? By all accounts, I should have changed back into a man again way before this...'

Then, upon the realization that she was still wearing those magical high heels of hers, Sara, not wishing to build up any more Residual Girl Time then was absolutely necessary, reached down and nimbly plucked them from off her feet.

Throughout her drive home, Sara wrestled with the conundrum surrounding the issue of why she had not changed back into a man when by all rights she should have. Over and over again, she ran the numbers, only to come to the same conclusion, with that conclusion being that she should reverted back somewhere around two o'clock. Why she had not was a mystery to her.

Arriving back in her neighborhood, Sara threw caution to the wind and did something that she had never done before. Instead of returning her MG to the garage where she stored it, she parked it just a few doors down from her own house, fully aware that she would have to move it when she woke up.

"Damn!" she quipped as she entered her house carrying the heels in her hand. "It's four-thirty and I'm still a girl. This isn't right. Something really weird is going on here and I'll be damned if I know what it is..."

Though she tried to catch a little shuteye, Sara could not get he mind off the problem of why she had not as yet to changed back into Bill. As she lay in her bed, various thoughts came unbidden to her mind. '...I know that I've been spending an inordinate time as a female here lately. Could it be that I've push the proverbial pendulum too far to feminine-side of things that I've somehow gone and broke it? I mean, am I going be stuck as a woman for the rest of my life? And if I were, would that really be a bad thing? I mean, I have to admit that I do kind of like being woman, especially so now that I'm getting laid on a regular bases. And there's no getting around the fact that I'm happier now than I've ever been before..."

Seven o'clock came and went and Sara was still very much a woman.

Aware that she had a nine-thirty appointment with a prospective client, though it was the furthermost thing from her mind, a thoroughly tuckered-out Sara dragged herself from her bed and began to get ready for the day ahead. In order to save time and without giving any thought to what she was doing, Sara closed her eyes and pictured herself attired in a very fashionable business ensemble and - Whalla! - that was the outfit she found herself wearing upon opening her eyes. Though it took her a few seconds to become aware of it, a taken-aback Sara realized that she while her feet were ensconced in some sort of sheer nylon hosiery she was shoeless. And that meant that she had magical altered her attire without any help from her heels.

That got her to thinking. If she could magical change her attire while not wearing those magical high heels of hers just what else could she do? Grabbing the latest issue of Playboy, she quickly flipped to the centerfold spread and formed a mental image of the stunning brunette who was displayed there and - Whalla! - upon opening her eyes, Sara found herself resplendent as the playmate's twin sister.

Though she had little hope that it would actual work, that experiment led Sara to try something else. Closing her eyes, Sara formed a mental picture of herself in the guise of her male alter ego, only to open his eyes to find that he was once again Bill. Needless to say, Bill was elated, so much so that he tried switching back and forth several times in quick succession before finally settling to remain in his male persona, owing to the fact that he did not want to push his luck.

Not wishing to tempt fate more than he already had, the first thing Bill attended to was to move Sara's MGB to the garage where he kept it in the off chance that Jeff might just drive by, see it and become paranoid. As unlikely as that may well have been, Bill knew that Jeff would start asking questions.

Walking the two and a half blocks back to his house, Bill wolfed down a couple granola bars for breakfast, grabbed his briefcase, and head off for his nine-thirty appointment.

Needless to say that Bill was not at the top of his game. For starters, he was tired, owing to the fact that he had not gotten an adequate amount of sleep. Added to that, his mind was far to preoccupied with thoughts about the new turn of events that clearly imply that he had somehow acquired the heels' magical abilities. And due to those two factors, he was understandable off, so much so that he did not come away from his nine-thirty appointment with a good feeling. But though he did, Bill was not upset about it at all. Oddly enough, elated as he was about those newfound abilities of his, Bill could not give a rat's ass about losing a potential client. If he could actually do what he thought he might actually be able to do, things that seemed unattainable the day before, all of a sudden began to appear as if they might actually be feasible.

Though Bill was leery about doing so, as soon as he climbed in behind the wheel of his pickup after flubbing the interview, he closed his eyes and consciously willed himself to change into Sara. Opening her eyes, Sara found that her transsexualization had occurred instantaneously rather than the gradually way that it always occurred whenever her male alter ego donned the heels. Like a kid with a new toy, Sara had to try changing her sexual affiliation several more times just to prove to herself that she really had the ability to alter her sex at will. Needless to say that she made the changes easily and effortless and that knowledge not only warmed the cockles of heart, but also made her giddy and gushing with an unfettered sense of joy.

As one might imagine, as the day progressed Bill repeated that rapid fire, quick sexual switcheroo business on an almost hourly base, just to make sure that he could actually do it. However, when it came time for him to get ready to head over to Jeff's for the evening, Bill, not wishing to tempt fate, thought it best to resort to the tried and true method of donning those magical high heels of his.

Having spent another extremely enjoyable evening with her boyfriend, Sara arrived home later that Wednesday's night with a good two and a half more hours of Residual Girl Time to log before her manly physique would begin to automatically reassert itself. Wishing to once again put those newfound magical abilities of hers to the test, Sara made a conscious wish to see her manhood restored and winked her eyes. Though the eyes that Sara closed were the come hither eyes of a well endowed young woman's, the eyes that blinked opened were none other than Bill's piercing baby blues.

Though sorely tempted, Bill refrained from using that new found magic of his during Sara and Jeff's fifth weekend together. Not wishing to tempt fate until he had a pretty good handle on how the magic worked, he decided to stick with the tried and true method of using the heels themselves to mange the time he spent as a female. However, as soon as Sara arrived home on that particular Sunday, she used her magical wherewithal to completely eradicate all the Residual Girl Time she had amassed. Then, as a further test of his ability, Bill turned himself into Sara just before going to bed to see if she would retain her female form throughout night.

As expected, Sara found herself still very much a female when she awoke that Monday morning. However, as pleased as she was to find that she had remained a woman, Sara opted to spend the better part of the day operating in the guise of her male persona.

The big test came on the following weekend; the one that would mark Sara's sixth weekend spent camping out at Jeff's humble abode. Feeling fairly confident about those new arcane powers of hers, Sara decided to put them to the acid test. Placing her trust in her own abilities, Sara decided forgo using the heels as means to maintain herself in her female form. However, given that Sara was no fool, she took precautions to insure that the heels were always close at hand just in case an unexpected female-to-male transsexualization rear its ugly little head and attempt to bite her in that succulently shaped derrière of hers.

Sara had given the upcoming weekend a lot of thought and in preparation she had gone out and purchased an extra-large black leather handbag to serve as a repository for those extraordinary high heels of hers. Though she took a lot of good natured ribbing from Jeff about how enormous her bag was, suggesting in so many words that it had to be a real pain in the ass to lug something that large around, Sara was not phased one iota by Jeff's kidding. The bag, or rather its stiletto heeled contents, lent Sara a sense of security. And that sense of security in turn made it possible for Sara to thoroughly enjoy their weekend together, so much so that she surprised Jeff by not only going out to dinner with him on Sunday, but spending the better part of Sunday evening with him as well.

Chapter 13

It was during their sixth weekend together that Jeff finally got up the gumption to tell Sara what she already knew. On several occasions, Jeff, who desperately needed to share his joy with someone, told Bill in confidence that he believed that he had found his soulmate, adding in the next breath that if he was not madly in love with her already, he soon would be.

Sara, thinking that forewarned was forearmed, was anything but ready to hear Jeff's declaration of love. When Jeff finally got around to laying those three little words on her, words that can either make or break a relationship, she was so overwhelmed by the unfettered joy that they conjured up within her, that she did something that she had not planned on doing. Upon hearing Jeff tell her that he loved her, Sara, in an emotional knee-jerk reaction replied in kind, informing Jeff in no uncertain terms that she was in love with him as well.

Oddly enough, as soon as that sentiment passed her lips, Sara knew that she had spoken God's honest truth. She was not just in love Jeff; she was hopelessly in love with him. She realized that she loved him with every fiber of her being. More to the point, her heart was his for the taking. Without qualification, Sara knew that Jeff was her man and she was his woman. At that pivotal moment in their relationship, in dawned on her that she and Jeff were meant to be together. They were but two halves of one whole. And that whole was good and good things would undoubtedly come from their union.

Even as Sara was acknowledging her feelings for Jeff, the magical potential that the heels had replicated within her, adhering to prime directive to enrich Sara's life, began to metaphysical effervesce. That effervescence in turn called into play a cascade-effect that, starting at grudgingly slow pace of a snail's and accelerating logarithmically on a subliminal level of her being, would re-polarize Sara's intrinsic self, in effect turning her yang into her yin and her yin into her yang. Though the process would take a full twenty-eight days to achieve its desired goal of tipping the scales in favor of her yin, Sara would begin to feel the initial affects upon regaining her male persona.

It could even be said that Sara fell under the influenced of the noninvasive changes that were occurring within her long before she switched back to her male persona.

Jeff, unable to restrain himself a moment longer, had made his declaration of love shortly after Sara's arrival that Friday evening. Moved as she was, Sara had replied in kind, which in turn had triggered a progressive, albeit comprehensive realignment of her intrinsic nature. In twenty-eight days, William Castle would no longer be a man with the magical wherewithal to change himself into a woman, rather she would be Sara Keep, a woman with the metaphysically ability to adopt a male persona whenever the mood struck her.

Now, as to the reason one might say that Sara displayed signs of having fallen under the influence of the sexual realignment that she was undergoing, is due to the fact that when she arrived home that Sunday evening, she was uncharacteristically reluctant to turn herself back into Bill. Though reluctant, and only after a lot of hemming and hawing on her part, Sara did enact the change, just to ensure that she could. However, she did not remain male for very long. It was not even a full thirty seconds before Bill was back to being Sara, and a very scantily and scandalously clad Sara at that.

Upon waking that Monday, Sara put off changing back into Bill until she was ready to ready to head out for his first appointment of the day. However, once he was finished with that appointment, Bill, nagged as he was by that eerie and unshakable sense of clinging femininity that relentless dogged his trail, decided that since it was such a nice day, he might as well spend it as a member of the opposite sex. As one might imagine, Sara concurred, so much so that instead of decking herself out in a smart looking blouse and a pair of tailored slacks, she elected to give the guys a trill by showing off those lovely legs of hers. She achieved that goal by adorning herself in a frilly and flattering rainbow-hued sundress.

As the week progressed, for the first time since coming into possession of the heels, Sara found herself spending more time operating as a woman than she did as a man. While those newfound abilities of hers alleviated Sara from having to deal with the hassles stemming out of the Residual Girl Time business, there was something else, something that Sara could not quite put her finger on, that enticed her to do so. While it was true that Sara relished the warm feelings she derived from the knowledge that she was not only in love, but also loved, she always knew that there another factor involved in her wanting to retain her feminine form. For some reason or another, Sara had begun to fell slightly more comfortable, and to a degree, more confident operating as a female than she did as a male. And that puzzled her, but not to the point where it troubled her.

Having traded declarations of love, Jeff and Sara's relationship began to take on a new dimension. Though it began innocently enough, Jeff began to introduce comments that alluded to their future life together by the simple substitution of the pronouns he used. Instead of using singular denoting pronouns such as 'I' and 'me' and 'yours' and 'mine', Jeff began to use plural pronouns, pronouns such as: 'us' and 'we' and 'ours'. The implication being that it was more or less a given that the two of them would be living together in some unspecified fashion in the future. Sara, for her part, did nothing to dispel that notion of his. Taking heart in fact that he was thinking along the same lines that she was, it was not long before Sara fell in line and began to adopt the very same pronouns that Jeff had begun to introduce into their conversations.

The week following that, with that week being the one that marked Jeff and Sara's seventh weekend spent shacked-up together, Bill logged even more time as a female then he had logged the week before. Out of the hundred and sixty eight hours that comprise a week, Bill spent somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred hours functioning in the guise of his bodacious alter ego. The week after that, he spent an addition twenty hours as Sara, upping the tally to a grand totally of a hundred and twenty some odd hours spent as a female.

As time went on and the re-polarization of her sexuality continued to gain momentum, Sara began to notice several interesting things about herself. The first thing that struck her as odd was that even when she functioned as Bill, she was a lot more emotional and empathetic than she ever had been before. Added to that was she felt a growing need to nurture something. In fact that need of Sara's to nurture something got so bad that Jeff took her to the animal shelter and got her a kitten. While it was true that the kitten went a long way in satisfying her needs at the time, a few days later Sara realized what her problem was. She came face to face with the fact that she was in the process of developing a health, if not pronounced, maternal instinct. While she knew that she was not anywhere near ready to even think about having a baby, Sara knew that it was just a matter of a couple of years before she would. The problem was that though he tried hard to deny it, Bill not only wanted a baby as much as Sara did, he, like his feminine alter ego, wanted to give birth to it.

Oddly enough, Bill was not trouble by the fact that his emotions had gone haywire on him, to the point where he found himself getting all teary-eyed at the stupidest of things. Nor did his newly acquired maternal instinct cause him a great deal of distress, even though Bill found himself becoming extremely envious damn near every time he encounter a mother proudly fawning over that precious newborn of hers.

What did cause Bill a great deal of consternation was the fact that women did not hold the quite same sexual attraction for him as they once had. While he had often jokingly quipped in the past that he would give his right nut to bed a woman that had caught his eye, that statement of his was no longer a figurative jest. It had in fact become a literal truism. Given the fact that his formerly manly attuned libido was well on its way to becoming the libido of a slightly perverted sex-crazed nymphomaniac, were it not for the love Sara had for Jeff, Bill would gladly have given both his nuts, plus his pecker to go one on one with another woman. Deny it as he might, Bill eventually had to give up the ghost and accept the fact that even when male, he was a dyed in the wool lesbian.

Twenty-eight days to the day after Jeff and Sara's declared their love for one another; Sara experienced her first menstrual cramp. That, more than anything else, clearly delineated the fact that Sara had become a woman in body, mind and soul. She was no longer a man, a man who had the ability to become a woman, rather she was a woman, a woman who could elect to fit herself out with a man's body should she chose to do so.

Oddly enough, while Sara absolute hated the physical discomfort that was part and parcel of that new monthly flow of hers, she nevertheless took comfort in the fact that she had become the woman that Jeff thought her to be. Having never endured a period before, Sara was also damn glad that she had a sister. Aware that she needed guidance in what was to her the arcane area of feminine hygiene, Sara did not hesitate to place a call her sister and ask for help.

"Beth!" a frantic and rather beleaguered Sara screamed into her phone's receiver. "It's not the least bit funny! Here I am! I've got blood running down my legs and you're laughing your ass off! Look! I've got a problem! So, I need you to get your ass over here and help me!"

Having heard her sister say that she would be right over, Sara continued on to add. "Hey, sis! Do me a favor. On your way over, how 'bout stooping at a drug store and pick me up whatever you think I'm going to need to see me through this thing. Oh, and while your at it, do you think you can pick me up one of those bridal magazines..."

Roughly an hour and a half later, Beth, who still could not stop herself from chuckling every now and again, made what she believe to be a very apropos suggestion. "Look, Sara, if the cramps are bothering you as much as you say they are, why not just change yourself back into man?"

Lying on her sofa with her head buried in a pillow brought down from her bedroom, a thorough disgruntled Sara sarcastically groaned, "Don't you think I haven't already tried that?"

"And it didn't work?" Beth, already aware that it was a stupid question, nevertheless felt compelled to ask it.

"Does it look like it work?" Sara irately demanded of her sister as another cramp contorted her insides into painful knots. "I mean, I'm still a girl aren't I?"

"Are you saying that your magic doesn't work anymore?"

"Oh, it works just fine." Sara, her voice even more sarcastic that it had been previously, snapped. "That's to say that I can change my outfit and even my appearance! But not, it would seem, my sex! I mean, if you'd like to see how Keira Knightley might look decked out with a Kotex crammed up between her legs, I can oblige you. But if you'd like to hold a conversation with your bother, as much as I'd like to perform the old presto-chango act for you right about now, I'm afraid that I can't."

"So, I take it that you think that your period is preventing you from changing yourself back into a man again?"

"That's my hope..."

A little while later, having finally put a mussel on her giggling, Beth sought to assuage her curiosity. "So I take it this thing with you and Jeff has gotten serious?"

Sara, the tone of her voice clearly defensive, abruptly countered, "Whatever gave you that idea?"

"For starters, that brides magazine that you had me pick up for you."

"Oh, that!" Sara tried, but failed miserably at her lame attempt to come off sounding nonchalantly about her relationship with Jeff. "I've never told you this before, sis, but I have this thing for women wearing wedding gowns."

"That's a bunch of crap and you know it!" Beth rounded on her ailing sister. "You're not fooling anybody. You're so much in love with him it isn't funny. And don't try and tell me you're not, because we both know that you are. And, given the way you look as girl, dear brother of mine, not to mention everything the two of you have in common, it's a safe bet that he's in love with you..."

Knowing that she would not be able to convince her sister to the contrary, Sara finally confessed to the fact that Beth's supposition was indeed correct and that it was true that she and Jeff were madly in love with one another.

"So, has he asked you to marry him yet?"

"No..." Sara glumly admitted.

"But, I take that you hoping he'll get around to it soon?"

Feeling as miserable as she did, Sara managed to sheepishly grin. "Yes, very much so..."

Chapter 14

Needless to say that once her period had run its course, Sara was overjoyed to find that she could once again turn herself into a man. However, though she could, she spent even less time as Bill than she had previously.

Aware that some of her clients were closet chauvinist, in that they preferred dealing with a man rather than a woman, Sara, in an effort on her part to keep those particular clients happy, thought it advantageous for her to deal with them as Bill. That being the case, Sara found herself forced to spend anywhere from twenty to twenty five hours of her workweek operating as a man. Added to that was the four to five hours Bill spent each and every Thursday playing volleyball and downing some brewskies with his buddies at the pub afterwards. That brought the total up to somewhere in the neighborhood of thirty some odd hours that Sara spent in the guise of her male alter ego. Sara also had to take into account the time she spent on the phone as Bill. Though the two friends did not talk every night, several times during a week either Jeff would call Bill, or Bill would call Jeff just to touch base and shoot the shit with one another. Though he was not in any way braggadocios about it, Jeff liked to keep Bill appraised of how his new love life was progressing. Jeff, who saw his buddy as an old hand at the dating game, generally liked to elicit Bill's opinion on how he might further improve his budding relationship with Sara. Jeff also milked Bill for all he was worth, as he sought fresh ideas as to what he might do and where he might take Sara in the future. Roughly speaking that brought the hourly tally up to around thirty-two to thirty-five hours Sara found herself more or less committed to functioning as Bill. Rounding things off and discounting those several days each month that she was locked into her female form by her period, Sara spent about eighty percent of her time as a woman and only around twenty percent physically masquerading as the man she used to be.

Almost from the beginning of Jeff and Sara's relationship, Jeff had been after Bill to meet his new girlfriend. Early on, Bill managed to put Jeff off by simply telling Jeff the truth. That is to say that when push came to shove, Bill would say that he had just entered into a new relationship that consumed most of his idle time. Which of course was the truth. Then, while Bill stressed the fact that while he really wanted to meet Sara, he informed Jeff that it would have to wait until he firmed up his own relationship. Jeff understood completely, which in turn bought Bill a couple more weeks to come up with another ploy.

Acting on the assumption that Bill did not want to spend anymore time away from his girlfriend than he did himself, Jeff switched tactics. He began suggesting that it would be really nice for the four of them to spend an entire Saturday or Sunday doing something they all liked. While Bill relied that he would like to do just that, he always managed to come up with an excuse as to why such and such a date was not acceptable.

As one might expect, after a few weeks of excuses, Jeff started to become a little perturbed with Bill, to the point where he actually began to demand an explanation from Bill as to what the problem was. Assuring Jeff that that there was no problem and that he and his girlfriend really want together, Bill decided to pass the buck to his feminine alter ego. That's to say that Bill decided that it was high time to let Sara provide Jeff with a week or two of excuses as to why they needed to postpone getting together as a foursome.

Basically, when pressed by Jeff as to the reason why she wanted to hold off meeting Bill and that nonexistent girlfriend of his, Sara, as coquettishly as possible, merely replied that she was at a point in their relationship where she did not want to share Jeff with anybody. As lame an excuse as it was, Jeff nevertheless bought in to it, hook, line and sinker.

Chapter 15

A few days after Sara had endured the drudgery of her second period, Jeff called Bill around six on that particular Thursday evening. Having checked the Caller ID display on her landline phone, Sara, taking note of the fact that it was Jeff, winked herself into her male persona and picked up the receiver.

Though his voice was tinged with a bridled sense of enticement, Jeff was uncharacteristically cryptic on the phone. Having asked Bill if he would mind foregoing playing volleyball, Jeff said that he had called with the hopes of enlisting Bill's assistance for evening. Though Bill pressed him, all Jeff would say was he needed to pick something up and he was hoping that Bill would give him a hand. Having asked if Bill had eaten anything as yet, Jeff even went so far as to sweeten the deal by offering to buy Bill' s dinner; if that is, Bill could see his way to accompanying him.

Though Bill felt a little funny about the idea of being alone with the guy his feminine alter ego was madly in love with, Bill could not find it in his heart to say no. After all, Jeff had been his friend long before Sara had become Jeff's lover. Besides, while Bill's libido, along with everything else besides his present physicality and mannerisms were about as feminine as feminine could be, he was not a homosexual by any stretch of the imagination. While it was true that women did not tug at his heartstrings the same way they had before his Sara persona had gained dominance over his life, Bill, to his everlasting relief, did not find other men sexually attractive. Oddly enough, with the exception of Jeff, Sara did not find men sexually attractive either. With the sole exception of Jeff, Sara was pretty much a nymphet-out narcissist.

Jeff drove and true to his word, he paid for Bill's food once they arrived at the mall. While it was true that it was only food court fair; Bill was not about to complain. It was free. His friend had forked out the dough for it as he had said he would. And as far as Bill was concerned, that was all that really mattered.

Bill's curiosity finally got the best of him round about the time he was wolfing down his second piece of pizza. "Okay... Now that we're here, are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"No!" Jeff, sounding much the way a child who was savoring a secret might sound, gleefully chuckled. "Not yet, I'm not..."

A few minutes later, having finished their food, Jeff steered Bill out of the food court and turning left along the mall's upper concourse set off at a fairly brisk pace. Still curious, and trying to keep up with his buddy, Bill tried another ploy. "So do you mind telling me where we're headed?"

Jeff, who was still being as cagey as he could be about the evening's errand, enthusiastically replied, "You'll see soon enough. We're almost there." Having said that, Jeff abruptly turned to his right and began to cross one of the floating piers that linked one side of the mall's upper concourse with the other,

Even before Jeff had finished speaking, Bill realized where they heading. 'Okay,' Bill thought. 'I get it now. Jeff wants to buy Sara a piece of jewelry and for some reason or another he wants me to help him pick it out. I mean, just the other day he did mention that come this weekend we'd be celebrating our three-month anniversary together. I just wonder what he has in mind. Earrings would be nice. Hell, I wouldn't mind a bracelet. Maybe, if I'm lucky, the cheapskate'll spring for a necklace set with some sort of semi-precious stone...'

As Bill would quickly learn, Jeff was not looking to purchase a pair of earrings. Nor was his friend interested in picking up a bracelet, or a necklace, or a broach or even an up-styled watch for Sara. Catching the attention of a smartly dressed saleswoman, a woman who under other circumstances Sara could have gone for in a big way, Jeff proceeded on to inform her that he was interested in looking at their selection of engagement rings.

Needless to say, regardless of the fact that he knew that Jeff was in love with his feminine alter ego, Bill was taken aback by his buddy's unexpected request. However, as caught off guard as Bill was, inside that ultra feminized mind of hers, Sara was doing cartwheels, owing to the fact that she was beside herself with joy.

Though Bill had no idea how Jeff had found the time in his busy schedule to do so, Jeff had done his homework. That is to say that he had a pretty good idea of what he was looking for in an engagement ring. In fact, as knowledgeable as Jeff was, Bill was not sure why Jeff had asked him to come along. Did he suspect that Bill was in fact Sara?

While Jeff engaged in a running conversation with the saleswoman, Bill posed that question to himself and came to the conclusion that there was absolutely no way that Jeff could know that he was Sara. Feeling confident that his secret was still safe, Bill did his best to pay attention to the conversation that Jeff and the saleswoman were having.

Having narrowed down his selections and along with the respective price quotes and various payment options, Jeff thanked the saleswoman for her time, and with Bill in tow, headed off to the second of four jewelry stores that were located at the mall. Repeating pretty much the same process in the other three jewelry stores that were peppered about the mall, Jeff headed back to the second jewelry store he and Bill had visited that evening.

Jeff selected the second jewelry store over the others for two reasons. One, he had seen exactly what he wanted. And two, the store was having a huge sale. The chain was in the midst celebrating the grand opening of its fiftieth store. Jeff, having compared prices, realized that he could purchase a little more ring for Sara than his finances would have otherwise allowed. After a little haggling with the stores manager, Jeff, with the assurance that he could pick up the ring by five the following Tuesday, settled on a near flawless, clear, half-carat diamond mounted in royal crown platinum setting. Needless to say, Bill whole heartily approved. Even as the two of them began to make their way out of store, Bill reassured Jeff that he had done good and that Sara was going to absolutely love the ring Jeff had picked out for her.

As they began to traverse the mall's parking lot Jeff said, "You do realize that it may be a while, given the fact that my divorce has yet to be finalized, but if Sara says that she'll marry me, I'm going to need you to be my best man again."

Aware that what Jeff was asking was impossible, Bill replied with all honesty, "If that girlfriend of yours is crazy enough to marry a nut-job like you, rest assured pal, I'll be there all right. In fact, I'll be standing right there next to you throughout the whole affair, just to make sure you don't chicken out..."

A few minutes later, having just checked his watch, Jeff said, "Hey, it's still early. So, what do you say we head over to O'Breckeys' and shoot some pool?"

"As much as I'd like to, I've got some things I've got to attend to before I hit the sack. So, if you don't mind, how 'bout dropping me off at my house before you head over there?"

Once safely inside his house, Bill watched the taillights of Jeff's car turn the corner at the end of his block before he felt comfortable enough to change into his feminine alter ego. Gleefully Sara dashed upstairs. Entering her bedroom, Sara snatched up the brides' magazine that her sister had purchase for her and moved to the open space at the foot of her bed. There, Sara placed the magazine on the bed and then positioning herself directly in front of the stand-alone oval mirror that she had purchased for herself shortly after she had come into possession of those magical high heels of hers. Then, for the next hour and a half, a tickled-pink Sara passed the time by garbing herself in one glamorous wedding gown after another.

Chapter 16

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 17

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I feel terrible."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes." Sara began to sob.

"That bitch!" Beth was livid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 18

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Susan's back."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 19

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

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

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

"Are you saying that you talked to Susan?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 20

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

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

"Does it have anything to do with Sara?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'd rather not."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 21

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes! Isn't it wonderfully?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 22

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was confusing to say the least.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 23

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go ahead. I'm listening."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jeff eagerly acceded to Sara's requested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 24

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 25

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You are too..."

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 26

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah! Isn't it great?"

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

"So?" Jeff prompted."

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

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

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

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

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

Jeff told her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sara was in full agreement with her husband.

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

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

"We didn't use any protection tonight!"

"Yeah... So..."

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

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

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

"No, I don't."

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

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

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

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

"That's true."

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

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

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

Epilogue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay. I all ears."

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

The End