Paradise
by Laura Leigh
(Note: This is a kinder, gentler version of a story I wrote entitled
'Barbi.' I hope you enjoy it...)
Steve and I had been friends for years. We saw good times and bad times, and were always there for each other through thick and thin. I was there for him when his marriage failed, and he was there for me when my business did.
When our fishing boat went down, hundreds of miles out to sea, only two of us survived. For three days Steve and I clinged to the same, tiny life preserver. Several times, the we nearly chose to die - but our will to carry on kicked in and kept us go ing. Finally, when all seemed lost, we floated close enough to a small, uninhabited island that we could swim for it.
We washed ashore. Steve and I found ourselves isolated and alone, with little or no chance of rescue. Surviving on native fruits, we slowly recovered from our days at sea and set out to explore our new island home.
The cave was cool and moist, and very dark. Steve headed in, followed closely by me.
"I'm not so sure I like this," I said apprehensively. "No telling what's in here."
"Look up there," Steve said pointing ahead. "Some kind of light...maybe another entrance."
We continued on and quickly came to a rough-hewn chamber. Its walls were of rough, brown stone, but the room's main feature was the object at its center. There stood a pedestal, atop which was a strange, glowing blue crystal. Some form of writing spr ead across one wall of the chamber.
"I think it's Indaki," Steve said. "I studied South Sea languages at Tech...yeah. It is." He examined the strange writing more closely.
I gazed into the crystal, fascinated by its luminescence. "How's this doing this?" I asked, reaching out to touch its cool surface.
"Beats me..." Steve replied, deeply involved in his analysis of the words before him. "Well...I'll be damned."
"What is it?"
"Well, according to this, I think that ball is supposed to be magic or something."
"Oh, please..."
"That's what it says. Whoever holds it can change four things...sort of like getting wishes, I guess."
"Change things?"
"Yeah." He read further. "It can't make things out of thin air...but it can turn things into other things." He went to the pedestal and lifted the glowing orb from its cradle. "Let's take this outside and try it out."
"You're kidding...!"
I followed Steve as he left the cave and walked a short distance into the jungle. "This looks like a good spot," Steve said. Holding the orb out before him, he closed his eyes and thought hard.
A whirlwind of violent light formed in the dense foliage before us. A wide, circular area of trees and undergrowth slowly vanished, leaving a clearing; the light then coalesced into a solid structure in the center of the bare, sandy area.
The whirlwind of light subsided, leaving a modern beach house in its place. It looked like something right out of Architectural Digest.
We were absolutely speechless. Steve cautiously approached the house, barely able to believe his eyes. It was fully furnished, with every imaginable detail one could imagine.
"I don't believe it," I said, moving in for a closer look. It was a paradise home, the perfect place to live out one's live in peace and style.
"Neither do I," Steve agreed, "but there it is." He opened the front door and began to go inside.
"Do you think that's a good idea?"
"Hey...if this is going to be home from now on, I want to take a look around." He went inside, still carrying the crystal orb.
After a few minutes Steve re-emerged, apparently safe and well. "Man, it's great! Nice, comfortable beds, indoor plumbing, and it even has electricity and a kitchen with all the convieniences!"
"It's a miracle...!" I was astounded.
Steve held the ball out again. "What is it this time?" I asked, seeing the ball glow a little brighter.
"The one thing I want more than anything...what I need to turn this place into the fantasy I've had all my life."
I was concerned. "Wish for a boat, Steve! I want out of here! Let's get back to civilization, and take that thing with us...we'll be rich!"
Steve had other ideas. "What...go back to taxes and crowds? This place is a paradise...we only need to make a few adjustments..."
"You only have three wishes left...don't waste them. Make a boat...even if you don't want to go home, I do!"
Steve closed his eyes. In a few seconds, another glowing whirlwind appeared. A pile of hunting, planting, fishing, and sports equipment, outdoor furniture, a chainsaw and other jungle clearing tools appeared in its wake. "Perfect," Steve exclaimed.
"Damn it! Stop fooling around! Make something to get us home!" I was frantic.
The crystal sphere glowed again as Steve closed his eyes once more. The whirlwind appeared inside the house this time, flooding light from the kitchen and bedroom windows. After the glow faded, Steve smiled. "A bottomless refrigerator and pantry. Food and drinks enough for a lifetime."
There was only one wish left. I feared Steve wouldn't use it correctly. "I get the last one! Hand it over!" Without protest, almost too easily, Steve handed the orb to me, smiling with a strange glint in his eye. I hurredly ran down to the beach, excitedly looking forward to going home. After looking into the glowing crystal for a moment, I closed my eyes.
Nothing happened.
I opened my eyes, expecting to see a boat or something resembling one before me. I found nothing there, and tried again. Still nothing.
I walked back to the clearing. "What gives? It didn't do anything...are you sure it said 'four?'"
"Positively," Steve answered, a hint of secrecy in his voice. I knew he was hiding something.
"What is it...you know something."
Steve smiled and held his hands out, wanting the orb back. "It only works for the person who lifts it from its cradle...and that's me. If you don't mind...?" I helplessly handed it back.
"Please...wish for a boat..."
"Trust me," he smiled.
Steve once again made a wish. It wasn't for a boat, or for anything else I could get home in.
This time, the brilliant whirlwind surrounded me. I began to glow so brightly that I could not make out Steve's form just a few feet away. I became really scared, but found I could not move or utter a sound. After what seemed like an eternity, the light finally began to subside and the figure of my friend and sole companion became apparent once more.
The light vanished. I looked around, trying to spot our latest acquisition. "I don't see anything new," I commented. "What did you wish for?"
Steve only smiled.
"Wish for..." I repeated, puzzled. My own voice sounded funny to me. "Wish for..."
I quickly found that my voice sounded different because it was. And it was different because it matched my body, which had become very, very different.
Steve smiled widely, obviously pleased with the fruits of his final wish. His eyes drank in the sight of...me.
I took a step forward, toward Steve. Something felt odd; I felt part of my body bounce.
More exactly, two parts.
I now had the body of a voluptuous woman. My voice had become a sultry, feminine sound that dripped sex.
Through Steve's wish, I had become his dream girl.
I was not merely female, but totally naked, exposing every luscious square inch of the curved, sexy form that suddenly encased me. Looking down in stunned disbelief at my overly generous breasts, I realized fully what Steve had done to me. My smooth, silky skin was pure and hairless over my entire body, except for a sparse growth of blond pubic hair. Something tickled my shoulders, and, turning to look, I discovered that I now had very long, very full blond hair which softly curled and sensuously flowed all the way down my back, over my shoulders, and upon my new breasts in front.
My new visage was one of rare beauty. Steve had given me the dark, bewitching eyes of a seductress, adorned with long black lashes and smouldering, sexy eye shadows. My cheekbones were prominent and accentuated with a perfect application of cinnamon blush. My sensuous lips were those of a professional call girl, flawlessly lined and coated with a thick, glossy pink lipstick. My teeth were perfect and white. I realized that my soft form was graced with very expensive, very feminine perfume. My nails were an inch and a half long, unbreakably strong, and heavily coated with a high-gloss pink polish. Every inch of my supple flesh had a deep, even tan that contrasted sexily with my pale lipstick and shiny, blond hair.
My body could not have changed more. I had become utterly and irreversibly female. And, as a female, I had acquired that female feature Steve most needed after so much time without the attentions of a woman.
I tried to utter something intelligible, but all that would come from my full, sexy lips were sounds of total stunned amazement. I struggled to believe my eyes and senses, my mind unable to so quickly comprehend the fact that it was now magically and forever housed in the body of a twenty-nine year old woman.
"Do you hate me?" he asked, amazed at my beauty while at the same time fearful that I might kill him.
Still in shock, I thought about that. "No," I began, running my hands along the softness of my new forearms. I spoke slowly, finally finding words once again. "In fact, Steve, I...well..."
"What?"
"I've always wanted this. Ever since I can remember...I've wished I'd been born a girl."
"I never knew you were gay..."
"I'm not...I mean, I wasn't. I just always thought life as a woman would be more...well, satisfying."
Steve smiled, relieved that I was still his friend - and hopefully much more. "Is it?" he asked.
I smiled, too, gently caressing the huge breasts he had given me. "So far," I confessed. We looked into each other's eyes, gazing deeply, each of us knowing that we were dying to consummate our new relationship. As if hypnotised, we slowly walked toward each other. My mind was racing at a million miles an hour, filled with thousands of new, female thoughts and needs and desires that I had never had before. Steve had always been my best buddy - but suddenly, I found myself seeing him with a woman's eyes.
And I was falling in love with him.
Before I knew what had happened, his arms were around me. We kissed, our breathing becoming erratic and deep.
As we embraced, my huge, luscious breasts jiggled wildly. The bounce of my monstrous tits and the flowing curves of my silk-smooth flesh against his hard body made Steve's cock begin to grow; it wanted to be inside me, and quickly, and I knew it. I then saw the monster penis rising to attention within his shorts, straining to reach me. I was absolutely amazed at the great size the cock quickly attained - I had never known that Steve was so exceptionally well-endowed.
Steve whispered gently. "You were the last piece of my paradise, all that was missing...I've always dreamed of having a perfect, sexy woman all to myself in the middle of nowhere. And now, you, you're..." he smiled, reaching out to touch my hair. "... perfect. I want...I want..."
"Me?" I asked, smiling as sexily as I knew how.
He picked me up and headed into the beach house. Reaching the bedroom, Steve lowered my naked form onto the bed, stripped off all of his own clothing and climbed atop me. Steve was also fully naked now, and feeling my supple flesh beneath his own hard body brought his erection to its engorged fullness. I could feel that my physical strength was but a shadow of what it had been before; Steve could easily have overpowered me, had I not also wanted sex with him. I spread my thighs wide for him and he rolled between them, wedging them open.
Steve reached over and picked up a tube of personal lubricant that was resting atop the bedside table. I glanced to the side, and saw that a drawer in the table was filled with sex aids of all kinds. "You thought of everything," I smiled, trying to speak in my sexiest voice.
"You'll be glad I did, Laura," he replied, christening me with a new and more suitable name. "We're going to have lots of time for...experimentation." Steve apparently planned to play a wide variety of sex games with me over the months...or years.
He handed me the lubricant. "Put it on me," he asked. "Make it feel good."
I sat up and squirted some of the clear jelly into my hand and, after a moment of hesitation (I can't believe this is finally happening!) I began rubbing it onto his long, rigid penis. As I ran my slippery fingers along its great length, I felt every vein, every tiny bump. The engorged organ was hot to the touch and hard against my palm.
My vagina tightened involuntarily a few times. It began to grow wet.
Steve's circumsized penis was enormous - so big that my now-dainty fingers and thumb could not reach around it far enough to meet. I continued to stroke it, coating it thickly with the lubricant. I seemed to know just what to do, as if female sexuality was an instinct that I now possessed.
My slippery palm made circles against his cock's rounded head, and Steve moaned with pleasure. "Oh, yes, that's right..." His long, stiff penis was ready at that point, and I laid back and spread my thighs even wider for him. For the first time, I knew that my hot vagina was fully exposed to him, and I also knew that there was no more vulnerable position for a woman to be in.
I reached down with my still-slick fingers and rubbed the remaining jelly onto my own, soft genitals. For the first time I felt my new vaginal lips, and as my fingers rubbed my clitoris -
Oooooh, that feels nice!
Steve took final position between my widespread legs and aimed his sexual missile at my excited, willing receptacle. My heart pounding, I took a sharp breath as I first felt the head of his hot, slippery cock press against my vaginal lips. For so long , I had wondered and imagined what this purely feminine experience would feel like -
Only as I felt him begin to penetrate me did I realize the full weight of my position. I was a woman having sex with a man, thousands of miles from nowhere, living the ultimate sexual fantasy! Steve pressed his hips steadily forward, and for the first time in months he felt the warm, wet tightness of a vagina as it began to envelop his immense, slippery cock. I bit my full, supple lower lip as his great size penetrated me, stretching my virgin pussy.
Even now, the words excite me! My pussy!
"Oh...slowly..." I moaned. "It hurts...a little..."
"Want me to stop?" Steve asked. "I'm only halfway in."
"No!" I said. "The sooner we stretch me a little down there, the better." Little by little, Steve continued to push into me. The pain I felt slowly began to diminish. Then, finally, Steve's pubic hair ground into mine. He was all the way in, and my virgin pussy had taken his full eight inches! I felt his hugeness inside me, and the feeling was one I had no words for. A huge, hard part of someone else's body had invaded mine, burying itself deep into my abdomen.
It was in no way a sensation within the comprehension of any heterosexual man - and whatever was left of my male self knew that it was unstoppably slipping away, across the insurmountable barrier that separated the sexes.
Steve began to pump in and out, beginning the rhythmic motion that would soon bring us to sexual climax. And with each stroke, I became Laura a little more.
After a couple of minutes, the pain I had felt was totally gone, leaving only the incredible feeling of the man's sliding flesh against the walls of my tight, wet vaginal tunnel. I felt something else, and I quickly realized that it was the fleshy sensation of his pumping cock against my clitoris. "Mmmmmm," Steve moaned, his eyes closed. "It...feels...feels good..." He continued, picking up his pace.
As his hips moved faster, driving his cock into me even harder, I knew the fully realized awakening of my new womanhood. My pleasure blossomed. My nipples became erect and firm! For the first time, I knew a feeling much different from the physical sexual arousal I had known as a man -
-and it was much better! As it grew, I could not help myself - I felt a noise building in my throat. It forced its way past my lips - as the moan of a very sexually aroused woman!
"Mmmmm..." I started. "Ohhhh...it's...it's..."
"How is it?" Steve asked, pumping harder.
"Wonderful, Steve...just...wonderful!"
He smiled. "Part of my wish was that I can have sex continually...I don't have to wait between times anymore, just like you!" He increased the speed of his pumping, pulling up slightly in order to put more pressure against my clitoris.
"Ohhhhhh..." I moaned, immediately responding to the change. I found myself beginning to rhythmically tighten my buttocks in order to push my hips up into his thrusts, meeting them.
"Yes...mmmm, oh yes..." I moaned, my voice the seductive whisper of an aroused woman. I embraced being Laura, yielding fully to the totally female experience I was having. "I...love it...I love it, Steve..." I submitted totally to my womanhood, wanting him there inside me more and more with each deep thrust of his hot, engorged cock. "How could your wife...ever have left you?"
Steve smiled. "You're my wife, now...you..." Those words thrilled me.
Steve sped up his pace, and the loud, wet slap of sweaty skin-on-sweaty skin filled the air. My enormous breasts flopped wildly against my chest with each impact of our pubic bones, reminding me of just how female I now was.
"Tell me how you want it, baby..." Steve told her. "I want to hear it."
"Ohhh, faster," I pleaded. "Oh, yes...that's it...ohhhhhh!" I lightly stroked his sides with my long, perfect nails, encouraging him to continue.
I then felt the fire building inside me spread throughout my lower abdomen. My nerves became electrified as a purely female sensation swelled as if to consume my flesh. My vaginal muscles began to spasm slightly, acting on a primal, sexual, involuntary impulse.
"Yes...yes...fuck me, Steve...fuck...meeeeee..."
The burning pleasure reached into every part of my womanly flesh.
"I'm...I think I'm...coming..." I reached down and gripped his ass tightly as he lied atop me, arms locked, his hairy chest only inches above mine. His hips gyrated madly, ramming his long tool into my hot, wet vagina for all he was worth, and I pulled him down into me with each thrust.
My orgasm rose to a peak. I felt my vagina clamp down hard around his still-pumping cock, and my muscles began to push. I lost contact with my surroundings as the climax overwhelmed me. It was an intense, joyous ecstasy like none I had ever felt before. Every nerve in my body overloaded, shorting out, unable to contain the powerful fire. My first orgasm as a woman, brought on by the sexual penetration of a man, had become a living thing.
My knuckles went white as I squeezed his hard, muscular arms, and my eyes slammed shut in involuntary ecstasy.
"My...my pussy feels...OHHHHHHH!"
My orgasm exploded, igniting my sexual nerves and flooding my body with its raw, pure female flame, and my ignited, fulfilled pussy gushed the lubricating fluids of a woman. Steve felt the added slipperiness diminish the friction around his cock as he pumped me - and he knew I had come.
"That's it...come for me, Laura...yeah...come hard..."
My hot come flooded both our crotches, running out onto my thighs and his balls, and soaking into the bedsheets beneath me. My vagina spasmed as wave after wave of erotic intensity came crashing in, ruling my body.
After what seemed an hour, I slowly became aware of the bedroom around me once again. I still felt the pleasure of my orgasm, though it had diminished greatly, and I smiled as my body totally relaxed. I felt as if I were drifting on a cloud, satisfied and complete. I slowly became aware, also, that Steve was still ramming into me, and was near orgasm himself.
"I'm...I'm going to come," he said, his breathing erratic, his voice shaky.
"Come inside me," I pleaded, stroking his back, wearing the sexy smile of a contented woman, my sultry eyes looking upon him with feminine dreaminess. "I want to feel it."
Steve was in no position to argue. There was no time. His face contorted and his eyes slammed shut, and I felt his thighs become as tense as steel. He rammed his throbbing cock deep into me one last time, and I gripped his ass hard, holding him against my pelvis -
- and I felt a warmth within my deepest being. I could feel the cock pulse involuntarily inside my pussy as it delivered Steve's come, spraying my depths with his hot, salty load. It was incredible, having him there -
We had become one, our flesh melding, male and female, in the reproductive act of mankind. I pictured myself as Eve to his Adam, here in this paradise - a woman made just for him, owned by him, his to do with as he pleased.
I liked the thought.
He began to breathe again, relaxing as his orgasm died away. I held him against me as he lied atop me, stroking his back and his strong upper arms with my long, polished nails. After a few moments of silent embrace, I felt his penis begin to shrink ba ck to normal inside me.
He opened his eyes and looked into my eyes. I pulled his face close and kissed him, caressing the roof of his mouth with a deep tongue. "Oh, Steve," I began. "Oh, Steve...you wished for the best thing you could have wished for."
"I think so, too."
"Oh, I'm alive for the first time."
Steve climbed off of me, pulling his cock free of my pussy as he did so. I's fingers went immediately to my vaginal lips, and I touched the warm, moist place where he had filled me. It felt like his cock was still inside me. "That was wonderful," I said with great satisfaction. "Wonderful..."
Less than an hour later, he took me again, naked on the beach, under the sun and before the wide, blue sea. As I stood bent over, leaning against a palm tree, he pumped me from behind, with my huge, unrestrained breasts hanging down and jiggling wildly with the shock of each powerful thrust. His iron grip around my narrow waist pinned my soft, rounded buttocks against his crotch, and as his cock slid in and out of my wetness I moaned as only we women can.
"Oh, yes. Steve...pump harder! Make me come again...I want to come! Grind it into me...yes...yes...Ohhhhhhhh..."
"Oh, Steve...yes...I love to feel you inside me...faster..." We continued until I reached orgasm again and as I climaxed and came, my knees went weak. Steve felt me begin to sink to the sand and gripped my waist harder, holding my up.
As my orgasm subsided, I regained my footing. Steve gently pulled out of me. "Oh, Stevie..." I said, wanting him. I stood, turned around, and again kissed him deeply, truly in love with him.
We went back into our lovely house, where I found that Stevie had provided for me all the lovely things a woman could ever want to wear, use, or own. I slipped into the most beautiful lace bra I had ever seen, and found that its cups hugged my precious breasts perfectly, despite their great size. Then, I found a pair of silk panties and a light, flowing dress that caressed my new body as gently as a warm breeze. I floated into the living room and found that Stevie was already in the kitchen, fixing us a wondrous lunch.
I slipped up behind him, wrapped my arms around his waist, stood on my tip-toes and kissed the back of his neck. "I love you..." I whispered.
He smiled, turned, and kissed me gently on the lips. "I love you, too, Laura...I can't help but love you...you're my entire life."
Stevie had attained his lifelong dream, and so had I. I lived to satisfy him, for he had become my husband and the center of my universe. Steve and Laura McCorey...sometimes I still can't believe that, after all the years I had known him as a friend, a male friend, today I'm Mrs. Steve McCorey. Such wonderful words.
And now, as I write these words, Stevie and I have come to realize that I am going to have a baby. Our baby. I have missed my period for two months now, and all the signs are there.
I have been a woman for a year and a half, and have never, ever, been happier. And in about seven months, around Christmastime, I'll become a mother. I've noticed that Stevie has already provided me with all the maternity bras and clothes I'll need. Just imagine...I'll nurse my baby at my breast...
Life as a woman is truly life...