Jean, the Gem and meBy ZeddTo all the readers who so graciously gave me their favorable comments. It wasa tremendous confidence builder and am happy to say I'm writing almostconstantly now. I hope everything I submit is interesting to everyone, but Iknow that isn't realistic. Too many people with too many tastes. I do knowthat to all the people who so enjoyed my other stories, you're going to lovethis one! Enjoy, and I look forward to reading your comments later.****************I saw my girlfriend Jean off at the airport rather well. I mean, we had beenfighting recent months, and the farewell went without incident. I wasrelieved and showed it by driving the long way home.As I twisted around the turns in my new sports car, enjoying the feel of it,I noticed a small plaza coming up on my left. I instantly decided to buysomething for myself as a way of celebrating my short vacation away from thequarrels with my girlfriend.I pulled into the small parking lot and looked at the only interesting storethere. It was something like a department store, I guess, selling clothingand kitchen items. All sorts of things, really. Maybe sports equipment, too!As I strolled through the aisles looking at the same old boring items onewould find in any other store, I suddenly came upon a door with a sign.                      ONLY RESPONSIBLE ADULTS ALLOWEDI read it twice, trying to figure out the real meaning and failing utterly. Ididn't know what was inside but was determined to find out so went through.Inside was a fantastic display of trinkets and baubles to take away thebreath! There was jewelry galore, combs and cups of all sorts of metals andbooks, bottles and bells! There were so many items of so many differentmaterials that I could do nothing for several minutes but stand and gawk ateverything at once."Can I help you?" I turned to face a ravishing beauty of a girl dressed in asimple flowery dress!"Actually, I just found this area and was just looking around.""Oh, then you're looking for something for yourself then." She stated as shestepped closer to me. I couldn't believe how gorgeous she was, and what beingnear her was doing to my body. I had to shift somewhat to relieve theswelling member inside my pants, hoping she wouldn't notice!"Well, I am looking but for what I don't know. You see, I've been reallybored and was hoping to find something new to occupy my time." She lookedthoughtful for a moment giving me an opportunity to study her with a lot morecriticism. She had a very pretty face surrounded by a mass of soft brown hairthat fell to the middle of her back. She stood about 5'6" with ample hips anda small waist. Her butt was full and round, but the one thing that turned meon most was her breasts! They were absolutely huge! I was having a hard timehiding the huge erection inside my pants!She thought a moment then started walking off, giving me an excellent view ofher rotating ass!"Follow me, I think I have just what you're looking for.""Don't mind if I do." I muttered after her, noting how her ass cheeks bouncednicely with each step she took. She led me to an area filled with trinkets ofall types. There were small boxes made from brass and bronze and silver. Ithink some were even made of gold, but the security made the thought of thembeing real rather remote."How about a nice magical gem stone to spice up your life?" She saidexcitedly as she held before me an orange-colored gem about the size of achicken egg. Its many facets caught the light and dazzled it about her face,lighting her eyes and cheeks with desire. Of course, I could be wrong aboutthat.I tore my eyes from hers, and her breasts, to look at the obvious fake stonesitting in the palm of her hands, only to see something within its depthsthat made me hold my breath of a sudden, afraid whatever it was would vanishwith my next breadth. Some movement or shifting color of some sort that mademe think the gem was alive! I looked closer, peering into it for severalseconds but failing to see anything that told me that what I saw before wasreal."Uh . . . you said it's magical?" I hesitantly asked her. I didn't know ifwhat she said was true or if she thought it was true, but I didn't want toinsult her by laughing in her face."Yes, that's true. Of course, the magic will only work for an owner, and onlyfor a short period of time. You would have to buy the gem first."Ahhhh! I thought to myself. Of course I would have to buy it! The only magicaround here was her sales ability, and beauty! Of course, If I were to buyit, she might be inclined to go out with me!"How much does it cost, and what does it do?" I asked sweetly, trying to keepmy eyes from falling to her chest again."Actually, the price is very reasonable. $50. As far as what the gem does,well . . it will grant wishes and desires from an unconscious level. It isvery powerful, and can even change the reality surrounding you!" I didn'tunderstand what she was telling me, and didn't believe the gem did anythinganyway!"$50 doesn't sound like an overly much amount. I'll take it." I told herconfidently as I reached for my wallet. Her smile was everything and sheseemed giddy to have made a sale!"Oh, I hope you like it!" She almost squealed to me in joy. "I had one almostjust like it last year, and have been having the time of my life since!""I'm sure I'll get some valuable enjoyment out of it." I couldn't help butopenly stare at her now. Her excitement was infectious and she had this thingabout holding her hands together with her arms looked straight, causing herto push her breasts together! I had made her happy, and because she wouldbump into me now ant then with her jutting breasts, she had made me happy! Ifelt I had an erection the size of a baseball bat! As she rang me up, takingmy 100 dollar bill with a smile, I decided to go all out and chancerejection."You know, I don't even know your name." I said as I leaned onto the countercloser, smiling. She looked at me with surprise before smiling herself."I'm terribly sorry. How rude of me! I don't know why anyone would want tobuy something from me if they didn't know my name." She quickly extended herright hand causing her right breast to jiggle against the left. "My name isBarb now!""Greg. Say Barb, would you be interested in going out with me?" I couldn'thelp but smile then, being right at the edge of hope filled sexual bliss. Shelooked right at me then, her smile fading somewhat."You want to go out with me?" She asked with something of surprise, I think.I couldn't believe she was surprised that I had asked her to go out. A girlbuilt like her had her choice of the men around! But still, there was thatone in a million!"Yes. I want you to go out with me. I find you very attractive and I think wecould have fun. What do you say?" I really wanted to look at her chest,because I could detect the swelling of nipples, but I knew if I did I wouldblow the whole thing."I'd love to. I would say next week sometime?" Next week?"Okay, then next Monday at 7:00 p.m. Should I pick you up here?""That would be fine by me. I'll get off at six." She finished my transaction,handing me the box with the gem inside."I hope you're ready for the fun you're about to have with that gem! I can'twait to see you again." She looked around to see if anybody was looking, thenblew me a kiss in a seductive manner, leaning over to emphasize herexhalation. My eyes were wide with desire suddenly as I saw down her dress,her two breasts pushed together by the satin bra she had! Her cleavage wasphenomenal, and I was starting to sweat from the intense heat building insidemy cock. If I didn't leave now, I would end up tearing her dress off rightthen and there!"See you soon, sweetheart!"As I left, I was unaware of a slight glowing behind me that signaled thedisappearance of the area I had been in. It had vanished completely, taking asmiling Barb with it.I raced home and took a shower, thinking all the time about that big breastedvixen, and all that I would do to her. My fantasies were fast and furious,not having one end before another would start up! But wait!! Jean was dueback in only a couple of days! ARRGH!! I took one of the longest showers I'veever taken trying to figure out what I was going to do. By the time I steppedout of my shower, I was mentally exhausted! I looked at the clock andrealized the evening news would be coming on in another minute, so slippedinto a robe, got myself a soda, and fell into my favorite chair. Everybodyhas a favorite chair, and I'm no exception, preferring an old leatherrecliner in the color of aged wood, or some such thing. Originally, it was agolden-brown, but after a few years it turned more caramel.Seated comfortably for the evening, I switched on the news, only to bedistracted by the box I had placed in the middle of the coffee table. Ididn't remember putting it there, swearing instead of placing it on thedining table next to my wallet and keys, but there it stood! Tiny mysterieslike that never bother me, but since the box was placed almost exactly in myline of view of the television, well, I was bothered.I stood and picked up the box, only to remember the sales lady, Barb. Herfantastic body and lovely face would be in my mind for years, even had sheturned me down for that date! With a smile on my face, I sat back down withthe box, deciding to have a look at the 'magical' gem I paid $50 for.Actually, it was magical if it helped me get the date of my dreams.I opened the box and lifted out of the tissue the orange gem, peering at itclosely, trying to detect any flaws in the stone. I should say, any moldlines or bubbles, because there wasn't any way this thing was real! But Icouldn't find anything wrong with it after several minutes of intensescrutiny, but that didn't mean anything, really. It was very pretty anyway,so I might as well display it someplace as a conversation piece.I picked up the remote, casually holding the gem in the other hand, andturned the TV on and began flipping through the many channels of cable. Icame upon a fitness program showing several good-looking women going throughvarious exercises. My eyes were automatically drawn to one of the women inthe front, and as luck would have it the camera suddenly zoomed in on her!She was gorgeous! What caught my attention right away was how her body wasput together. Long legs that came up to wide hips and a fully rounded ass,which flowed into a small, taunt belly. Her breasts were quite large, maybe aDD cup, with large nipples making prominent points on her leotard! A lot ofgolden hair was swinging around behind that pretty face of hers, but all Icould see was that body of hers! I whistled and hooted, generally behavinglike a high school kid, all the time wishing she were here! Unnoticed bymyself, the gem gave off a tiny little flash of energy.That's when I started feeling peculiar, funny all over, like a tinglingthroughout my whole body. I couldn't for the life of me describe it anybetter than that, or tell what brought it on, but since there wasn't anypain, I just lay there in my recliner and waited it out. After a few minutesit went away, leaving me wondering if I had cancer or something. It was sucha funny feeling that I didn't really give it more than a passing worry, youknow, like when you suddenly have a pain that feels generally serious, but itgoes away leaving you feeling like a hypochondriac.I sat there holding the remote in one hand, and the gem in the other. I wasgoing to put the gem down and pick up my soda when I noticed that somethingwas strange about my hand. I brought it closer to my face and looked at theback of my hand. They didn't look like my fingers. That is to say, theylooked as if they belonged to someone else. They were finer than I rememberedthem being, and smoother, too! In fact, the back of my hand lacked the hairthat I knew was there before!I set the gem down and got up with the intention of going into the bathroomand looking into the mirror, when I felt my robe sag about me as if it hadbecome several sizes too big. Standing there with my mouth open, I didn'tknow what was going on, only that suddenly strange things were happening!I pulled the robe straps tighter; failing to see what that did to my waist,and sailed into the bathroom. I was going to find out what was going on. WhenI flicked on the switch and saw myself, I screamed! There was my reflection,except it wasn't me at all! Some other person that only resembled me wasstarring back! I had shrunk!I sagged against the counter, looking at the person in the mirror, wonderinghow in the world something like this could happen to a guy like me. It wasstill me, of that there was no mistake, but so much was missing, like height!I roughly estimated losing 6" of height that I could not hide, even in thetallest shoes. I also lost bulk! I was repelled by the thinnest of my armsand body, feeling rather fragile and delicate. In fact, looking at myreflection anew, I couldn't really tell if I was male or female anymore!Hurriedly, I checked myself, feeling a sudden rush of relief when everythingwas still there.I didn't know how this had happened, but I wasn't the kind of person to letit totally blow me away. I would find out how and why if appropriate, andreverse it!The gem gave another slight pulse.It wasn't late yet, and I suddenly wanted to go out to the Mall and lookaround. Why did I want to go to the Mall? I walked into my room trying tothink why I wanted to go out at all.I took my robe off, feeling the cool air on my body, and thought about what Iwanted to buy when I got there. I guess I was feeling cramped and wanted someair, or something.Just then I noticed I had a hairless chest. I checked all over and found theonly hair I now had was at my crotch, and on top of my head, and that waseven thicker and longer than before, further confusing whether I was femaleor male. This was too much. I needed to get out and walk around, see a fewthings, talk to people.The gem pulsed with energy.I began to get dressed, pulling on socks, underwear, T-shirt, black jeans,and a faded orange shirt. I slipped my smaller feet into a pair of my oldtennis shoes, not even thinking about the size difference, and only thenrealizing how everything I put on fit me like a glove! Very strange! But ifeverything fit then that was one less hassle for me to have to deal with. Igrabbed my keys and headed out to the car.In no time I was walking into the Mall and thinking about my first stop. Isaw the bookstore right off and decided that something to read would benefitme tremendously. As I browsed through the aisles wondering what type of bookto look for, I stumbled upon calendars that were put out for the new yearapproaching. And what calendars they were, too! Some were very hot indeedshowing some very beautiful women in different poses, leaving me feelingsomewhat aroused. Of course, what kind of man would I be if the sight ofscantily clad women didn't make some impression upon my hormones? Whew! I hadto get out of there! For some reason, I was starting to feel very strange,like my body was just starting to become tickled by thousands of tinyfeathers.I walked out of the bookstore and headed down the wide expanse of tiled,air-conditioned Mall. I saw a lot of very pretty women walking by, some evenacknowledging me as they passed, though not in the way I was accustomed. Morelike they were passing someone that wasn't a threat. Course with the way Iwas looking now, I'm sure that was the case!I came along a lingerie shop, which gave me an idea. I would buy a bit ofsexy lingerie for Jean! And or course she would feel obligated to try it onfor me, which would lead to a bit of fun! Yes, that is what I'm going to do.I walked into the shop looking for the saleslady, only to be confronted by ashort, somewhat plain looking woman in her early forties."Can I help you?""Well, I was looking for something very sexy, maybe in satin. Red, if you gotit." I inadvertently stammered my words, causing me some embarrassment, butshe didn't seem to mind. She just muttered something about panties andstarted walking deeper into the store leaving me to trail behind or lose her.Abruptly she turned to me holding a pair of red satin panties trimmedgenerously in lace."How about these? I'd say a size 6 then?" She asked me, holding them againstmy hips. She obviously thought they were for me as if I was going to wearthem myself. Maybe she deals with crossdressers a lot, but thinking that Iwas one wasn't making me feel very nice towards her.Back home on the small table the gem flickered with energy. Suddenly itvanished completely, only to reappear in the bedroom, sitting next to a jewelbox, and a picture of Jean and Greg!"Well, they . . . " It was then I started feeling something totally strangeto me. I quickly slid my hands around to my butt trying not to appear indistress, and felt what I knew couldn't be happening! My ASS was growing! Itwas getting bigger under my hands! I could FEEL it! I couldn't take my eyesoff the panties either, but somehow I knew the panties and my ass wereconnected! She started looking at me funny then so I accepted the panties,not really hearing what she said next. I just said yes trying to figure outwhy my butt got suddenly bigger, and if I was a little freakish looking now.I followed her, slipping my wallet out of my now too tight jeans, thinkingshe was going to ring me up when she untangled a brassier off a stand andplaced it into my hands. I just stupidly looked at it, then at her."I asked if you needed a matching brassier to go with it and you said yes.""Oh, no. Thank you. I'll just buy these." I said, timidly dangling thepanties from a crooked finger.She muttered something while ringing my purchase up. I had the feeling shewas very tired and just wanted to get home. I sure wasn't going to detain herany longer that's for sure!I slipped the small bag containing the panties under my arm and strolled outof the store trying to get my wallet back into my pants. My pants were verytight, too tight, and made walking something of a new experience for me. Ikept sliding my wallet across my butt where I knew my pocket was but itwasn't connecting for some reason. I stopped and looked behind me as best Icould, trying not to look foolish in doing so, and realized that I nowpossessed jeans with no back pockets! How in the world could something likethat happen? I didn't have any place to hold my wallet now and would have tocarry the stupid thing! It was clear that whatever extraordinary events werehappening to me was still happening, and I was, as yet, powerless to doanything about it!I started walking, holding the bag with the panties in one hand and my walletin the other, when I found myself inside a department store. I looked ateverything as I passed, making sure to keep my distance from anything thatmight make an impression upon me. I was thinking about when I felt my rearend transformation, and I knew it had been the same time I bought thepanties. Maybe they were connected, maybe not. I didn't feel like taking anychances right at the moment, so walking the straight and narrow until I founda better idea was what I was going to do.I eventually found myself in the cosmetics department and was soon corneredby a saleslady dressed in a white lab coat."Good evening. Would you like a free computer matching of our line? You couldwin a $200 gift certificate merely by participating.""$200? Well, I don't really think I need a computer match, whatever that is."My voice sounded different to me. I couldn't be sure, but I thought itsounded a little softer, and maybe a little higher."It will only take a few minutes. Here honey, you just sit right here," asshe patted a raised stool, smiling, "and I'll show you how wonders can beachieved."Wonders? I had a feeling she was talking about cosmetics, but she didn't sayanything I recognized yet. Of course, she could just show me something, thenhand me a piece of paper saying I had 200 bucks to blow tonight. I could sithere for that!When I was seated comfortably, she immediately started brushing my face witha brush as she launched into a sales pitch about her make-up. I had let herdupe me. I felt foolish enough, but how in the world could she mistake me fora woman? True, I had lost height and weight, and my butt had gotten bigger,almost freakishly so, but that didn't spell woman did it? Maybe it was time Ilooked into a mirror. Back home I looked and was reasonably assured that Istill looked at least enough of me to pass as me, but now I seemed to bepassing as a woman to these people.The gem flickered with energy.I let myself go in thought thinking she would be done in a few minutes as shepromised, but when I felt her applying lipstick, I woke up!"Hey, wait a minute!" I started up, unaware my voice had gotten a littlesofter and higher still, but she gently held me there with a hand on myshoulder as she spoke. "I was just finishing up. I can't stop just yet soplease be patient. I believe you're going to just love what I did! You're soeasy to work on, it's almost like your face just naturally flows into theright hues and colors, enabling me to make you up like a princess!" Her smilewas electrifying, but only made me go cold in my stomach. Then she turned metoward her large mirror she suddenly brought up from behind a counter."Oh my God!" I said quietly. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She stoodright behind me, with her hands on my shoulders ready to steady me, her faceglowing with pride and joy at her masterpiece."Don't you just love it?" She asked me."I don't know what to say." I honestly didn't. In the mirror was a veryattractive blond-haired woman. She had big, beautiful emerald eyes that weresurrounded by very long, thick lashes. I also saw beneath the thinly archedeyebrows, eyeliner followed by pink, purple and silver eyeshadows creating adefinite slut- rocker image. A small straight nose over a very sexy pair offull, pink lips. In fact, the lower lip was much fuller than I remembered itever being, giving my mouth an extremely pouty look. If that wasn't enough ofa shocker, my straight brown hair had somehow been replaced by a mass ofgolden curls that cascaded down to the middle of my back! What I saw in themirror was nothing of my male self, but all girl! In fact, a very sexylooking one at that, which made it all the more difficult!I began to open my mouth to speak, but when the image staring back at me didthe same, I was struck by the sheer eroticism she exuded merely by partingher lips. Her eyes seemed to flutter a moment then a pink tongue slowlylicked the bottom of her upper lip. I was doing all that because I wasnervous and scared, but the woman in the mirror made it look sensual andelectrifying! I didn't know whether I wanted to scream, or get an erection!"It's so . . . different." Was all I could think of to say. I was beinghonest, of that there was no doubt."You'll get used to it real quick! Especially when the guys start hitting onyou! You're going to love it the more you look at it." She promised mewithout the least bit of worry that it wasn't what I wanted to begin with."Here's your coupon and a free lipstick, and a chance to win the $200 giftcertificate." She handed me these things, placing them in my numb hands."Thank you." I said quietly. My voice seemed to have left me in my shock. Iwas petrified beyond belief! Here I was walking through a department store,looking like the beautiful lead vocalist of an all-female rock band, and Iwas a man! I could feel the hair swing behind me as I walked, and could tastethe lipstick. I think she also sprayed some perfume on me, but wasn't sure. Icould smell it though.As I was walking through the rest of the cosmetics area, a woman in front ofme dropped a bottle of something. She wasn't aware she had dropped it so Ibent down and picked it up, noting it to be some hot pink nail polish. Ilooked at it before giving it back to her, seeing the label 'Passion Pink,'and thinking how so many products have such names, when I felt a tingle in myhands! My HANDS! I watched in horrid fascination as my hands became smoothand delicate, each nail suddenly lengthening to an inch long and becoming ahot shade of pink! That's when she turned around."Oh, thank you." Was all she said as she took the bottle out of my hand andturned back around, leaving me wondering if I was going mad!I must have been in a daze because I didn't remember making it out to theopen mall, but there I was. I still had the small bag containing the redpanties, and my wallet. I looked again at my wallet for it had also undergonea change unknown to me! Instead of my brown, double-fold, leather wallet, Inow held a small pocket book of black leather! It was Definitely a purse bymy standards. I hurriedly sat down at a nearby bench and went through it,hoping I wouldn't find anything of mine in it. Not only was I dissapointed inthat, but my drivers license showed a picture of me as I now looked! And itlisted my name as Brandi Smitton! Who the HELL is BRANDI SMITTON?!I sat there and tried to make sense of what was happening, and failing. Theonly thing I could think of, was that that stupid gem Barb sold me wasactually magical. If I said that that was impossible, then what had beenhappening to me all night was also impossible. To borrow a statement from oneof my favorite TV shows, 'If all logical possibilities have been exhausted,then what is left, however illogical, must be the answer.' To that end, thatmeans that gem I have at home is a magic gem. I could either believe in thator that some force has apparently decided to make me their experiment for thenight.I had to get home and look over that gem again. I picked up the bag and mypurse, did I say that? And started for an exit.As I walked through, dodging people here and there, seeing that more than afew men would linger on me, I came upon a big poster in a shoe store. It justhappened to catch my eye because of the sexy legs that came down to a pair ofred, high heels.The gem pulsed once more, sending an invisible tendril of energy out into thenight, directly towards the Mall.I think high heels are sexy, and I guess I was looking too long, because Ifelt that tingle in my feet! I looked down to see my tennis shoes begin totransform! I felt the increase in height, as they became a pair of red, highheels. I suddenly gained about 5" in height, but lost some mobility andbalance. I groaned aloud and headed out to my car, mindful of the way my hipsand ass were now moving, and careful not to look anywhere I wasn't supposeto.The drive home was uneventful, thankfully, and I stepped into my apartmentwith an audible sigh of relief."Now to inspect the damages." I said to myself as I headed for the bathroom.Looking at myself in the mirror, I wasn't surprised to not find any trace ofmyself left in my image. What I saw was a very alluring female looking backat me. Her mass of golden curls framed a beautifully made up face that youwould find in only the highest quality adult magazines.Standing in those high heels, basically because I had forgotten I still hadthem on, I was amazed at how comfortable they were, even though they made mewalk with my butt sticking out. I suddenly got the vision of Peggy Bundywalking around in high heels! Did I look like that?I took hair scissors and started in on all those curls. I was merciless andafter about thirty minutes, I was looking at a reasonable military style crewcut. It was difficult with those long, pink fingernails, but then they werenext. With ten deft cuts with those same shears, I reduced those long nailsto mere pink studs. Next came all that make-up.I looked for make-up remover in my girl friends stuff, but couldn't findanything. I guess she had taken it with her. Well, the only think left for meto do was to use a wash cloth. Looking at my reflection again, I felt reallyguilty about doing away with that chick's hard work. I mean, if I didn't knowit was me behind that incredibly sexy face, I would be all over this girl!The magic of the gem understood and pulsed once more.I suddenly felt a tingle go through my face. It was quick and painless, butfelt! I looked at my face in the mirror, expecting to see something like. . Idon't know, ribbons, or something. But nothing looked different to me. I mustbe losing it. I was starting to get paranoid, course I couldn't blame myselffor it.I picked up a wash cloth and after a good ten minutes of painful scrubbing, Irealized that whatever kind of make-up that saleslady had used on me wasgoing to stay on. I could only wipe off the pink lipstick, and that stillleft my lips stained pink! In fact, my lips still looked swollen.I studied my face, gently poking and prodding with my fingers, and realizedthat my face had changed, too! Just like my butt, hair and feet, so did myface!"Well that's just great!" I sarcastically sputtered at my reflection. MyVOICE!! It changed even more! I now had a high, soft voice, slightly breathy,and charged with sex! It sounded very kittenish and arousing to my ears. NowI was getting depressed. I didn't really have a handle on whatever washappening to me, only a clue as to what was causing it, and no idea how toreverse it. I decided to wait until the morning before I looked at that gemagain. Might as well attack the problem with a clear mind. I went straight tomy bedroom, kicking off those red heels as soon as I walked in. When I got topulling down my pants, I almost fainted! I was wearing red, lacy panties justlike the ones I had bought for Barb!My pants fell to my ankles giving me a clear view of the total picture. Ilooked down, unbelieving, wishing I was dreaming, but knowing I was stillawake. The lacy panties fit me very well since I didn't have anything infront to spoil the lay of material. I had lost my MANHOOD!!I woke up several hours later with the distinct feeling that something waswrong. I didn't open my eyes yet but I knew I was lying on the floor, it wasmorning, and that something soft was covering my face. I hesitantly openedone eye and saw blond curls, then everything came back to me in a rush. Mychanges, the panties and shoes, and the loss of my genitals! I opened my eyesand sat up, brushing the mass of golden curls out of my face, careful not toscratch myself with those damn pink claws of mine, and saw again my smoothcrotch. The panties were red and satiny which showed every detail dreadfully,at least to my mind. Another fact I had missed last night was how my sockshad become nude stockings with a 2" band of elastic lace at the top of eachsmooth thigh. I looked at my hands and saw that the nails did indeed growback overnight, nail polish and all. So too did all that hair I so fitfullycut off last night. I had no doubt I now wore pink lipstick as well. Sighing,I pulled my pants back on, slipped on those heels and went to the bathroom,realizing before I even got there I would be sitting down now. For somereason, those 5" heels were really comfortable.With that out of the way, I went to the kitchen to grab something to eat,clacking along the floor all they way. I tried to think of a way out of thistrap I was in, with very little luck. I just wasn't cut out for the sleuthtype of guy. Puzzles always gave me trouble. The only lead I had was that gemI bought yesterday. Barb said it was magical, but I didn't believe her. Inhindsight, I realize now that a couple of things she had said were clues asto what was going to happen! Some of the things I blew off just because theydidn't make any sense at the time. Let see, one thing she had said was shehad one last year, and had enjoyed it. I also remembered her showing posingfor me when I asked her what the gem did.Suddenly, I grew cold. Was she telling me at the time she had a gem just likeit, and had turned into what she was now? Had she been a man before? I had tofind that gem and take it back! Maybe Barb knew how to reverse this! Rightnow I was a runner for a beauty pageant and I wanted that to change.The first thing I should do is study that gem again. I didn't go over it verywell last night, course I hadn't changed then either. I finished my breakfastand made myself take a shower, carefully laying the clothes on the bed towear again. I didn't have anything else to wear, and since what I had onbefore had changed into these things, I didn't want any of my other clothesto change into girls.After the shower, it was strange getting dressed. I've seen Jean wearstockings before, rolling them into a donut and pulling them up, but when Idid it, it felt so weird and erotic! Another thing is, I seemed to knowexactly how to put everything on with minimal effort, as if I had been doingit for years.I went to pick up the gem in the living room but for some reason it wasn'tthere now. I didn't see it anywhere! I began to search for it behind thecouch, along the floor where it may have fallen, under the coffee table,anywhere where I thought it could have rolled. I couldn't find it anywhere!That didn't make any sense. Unless someone came in and took it, it shouldstill be here somewhere. I didn't take it anywhere with me last night, so . .. I took one last look around, thinking the worst. The damn thing vanishedafter being used. Unless you've been transformed, you wouldn't believe that,but right then that sounded perfectly logical to me.Well then, the next step would be to go back to that store, discreetly, andinquire about it. I didn't want to let Barb know what had happened to me, soI would have to pretend I was someone else. That would not be the mostdifficult task right at the moment. I still had the same clothes I had onyesterday, other than that fact, I looked totally different. I was Shorter,prettier, and sexier. Did I say that?I drove on over to the place and entered the store inside of 23 minutes flat.I wandered the store looking for that odd entrance thing I remembered. Iwalked around so much, I couldn't recall if it was in the front of the storeor the back. I went down several rows of merchandise, meeting severalsalesmen who were eager to help a sexy, single lady, but not having any luck.The men I had been running into were aggressive, not wanting to take no foran answer even when I all but screamed it into their faces! In utter relief,I stumbled into the lingerie section where I knew only women would work. Atlest here I could take a breather by pretending to look around. Almostimmediately a saleslady came up to me."How can I help you dear?" She asked almost sympathetically, as if she knewwhat I had just gone through. I looked at her, intending to say that I wasjust looking, but instead an idea popped into my head!"I'd like some panties, please.""Certainly dear. Are you about a size 6?" She asked looking at my slim hips.I don't know why but I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if something was goingto happen that I wouldn't like. I knew that Barb would not wear a size 6.That's what was at home in the bag. Barb's, and Jean's hips for that matter,were both larger than mine were right now. If I was going to be interested inpurchasing something, I might as well buy something I knew one of them couldwear. So if the saleslady last night thought I wore a size 6, since that'swhat she had given me, then Barb, for instance, would wear a size . . . 8? Ilooked at the saleslady uncertainty, my hands slimming down my hips trying tothink what size Barb, or Jean would wear, and asked for a larger size."I think I know exactly what's bothering you, honey." She said. She walked toa stand of garments I didn't readily recognize, taking one down as shetalked."With such bodies as yours, sometimes to make a particular dress lay rightyou must have a little some- thing extra. Here, try this on and let me knowhow you like it." She handed me some sort of foundation garment, but I didn'tknow what it was. I took it, thinking if I were to go into one of thedressing rooms with it I could take a rest and put my feet up without beingbothered."Men's dressing rooms don't have comfy chairs like this one." I mutteredunder my breadth as I made myself comfortable. I put my feet up on the stool,just as I had planned all along, and looked around the floral prints thatsurrounded me. Not much here to occupy my time, I thought, so I might as wellfind out what she had given me to try.The gem flickered and pulsed, its tendrils of energy stronger than yesterday.What I had was some sort of panty made from a nylon material with built-inpadding. If I were to put this on, I would have instant hips, definitely notsomething I wanted right now. As I held the panty in front of me though, Ifelt that strange sensation that I was coming to recognize as atransformation, beginning in my hips! I looked down, holding the padded pantyin one hand, and watched as my thighs began to increase in size and width! Myhips started to widen, slowly covering more of the cushion I was sitting onand further stretching the pants that were already too tight! I wanted toscream, run, bury my head in the ground, anything that would make what washappening to my body stop! I had several inches of space on each side of myhips when I sat down, but with each passing second more and more of thatprecious space was being eaten up by a womanly bottom that didn't belong onme! Also, my pants were undergoing a transformation of their own! The cuffswere being drawn up my legs, revealing more and more of those stockings I hadon, and more leg, which I now realized was very smooth and feminine! Thecuffs came up over my knees, further up my thighs until they stopped just afew inches in front of my crotch where they began to meld into each othercreating for me a skirt! I was wearing a skirt!I got up and stepped in front of the mirror, needing to know how much hadhappened to me this time. I looked and almost did a double take. Thatcouldn't be me standing there, could it? In the mirror stood a ravishingblond woman standing in red, 5" heels that were attached to long, smooth,sexy legs. These legs were now attached to a set of the most widely roundedhips I had ever seen! I was wearing a very short, black denim skirt thatbarely covered the tops of the stockings, if I didn't move around that is!Even so, there was no mistaking the width of those hips that spoke woman tome loud and clear! I studied myself, trying to fathom going to work lookinglike I did just then, and not succeeding."Yoo hoo! How we doing in there? Do you need any help?" The saleslady askedfrom outside the dressing room. Evidently wondering if she had a sale or not.I didn't know what to do so I just stood there, hoping she would go away. Shedidn't. She came in."I brought a tape measure so you could see a difference." Her eyes saw what Iwas wearing, noting my now full hips and no doubt thought I had the panty onunderneath."Here, let me measure you real quick. I must say, that skirt is just so sexy!You're going to have every man out there after you when you leave." Shequickly wrapped the tape around my waist, then my hips, writing both numbersdown into a pad she had with her."Uh, could you tell me what my measurements are?" I asked, somewhat timidly.I really didn't want to know yet a part of me wanted the full amount ofdamage. Outside, I was getting depressed just standing in front of myreflection."Well, your waist is 26", but I could take that in for you a good 4 or 5 witha waist nipper I have. Your hips measure 38" which is about right and looksgood. Gives you those curves that men look for when they want a family." Shelooked at me for a reaction and when none came, she excused herself sayingshe had something to do.I thought my hips looked entirely too wide. I was afraid my waist had beenshrunk also, but that evidently wasn't the case. The changes this time couldnot be hidden behind loose clothing. Of course, I couldn't very well hide thelack of height either, but at least I had still been male when that happened.I stood in front of that mirror for a long time, thinking what in the world Icould do now, what with a mass of blond curls and inch long, pink nails, andhips too wide for my body. To anyone looking at me, even glimpsing me, I wasfemale. I didn't hear the saleslady come back in nor see what she had broughtwith her."If you permit me, I'd like to show you something that will make a bigdifference in you life." I looked at her reflection and realized that she wasonly trying to help someone she thought was in need of it. I shrugged, givingher my permission, not knowing what she was going to do. What she was goingto do was take off my shirt! My eyes went wide with fright, but then I didn'tknow why I should be, so I let her. I didn't know what she thought she wasgoing to find, but she had my curiosity up. Once my shirt and T-shirt wasoff, she wrapped the tape measure around my naked chest. She mutteredsomething to herself before looking at me intently."Do you like small breasts, or big breasts?""Well, I really like big breasts. The bigger the better actually." Iimmediately knew what she was going to suggest. Some sort of chestprosthetic! I didn't want any of that and proceeded to get back dressed."If you'd like to try this on, I can show you how well you'll look." Sheasked while holding up a white satin and lace bra. My eyes went a little wideat the size of the cups on it, obviously she took what I had said to heart."No, thank you. I think I'll be going now. Thanks for all your help.""Oh, I'll ring you up right now then. If you change your mind, my name'sSusan.""Okay." I didn't remember saying I'd buy anything. On second thought, lookingat my now maidenly hips, she probably thought I was wearing that pantygirdle. I'd better buy it so I won't be accused of attempting to stealsomething. I wouldn't want to have to go through a strip search. In a momentshe came out holding a bag."I put it in the bag for you. Let's see now." She pushed buttons on hermachine and gave me a total, which I thought was high, but then I didn't knowhow much such things cost anyway.Once paid, I left the lingerie department and started my search again, intenton finding that place, or at least Barb! I was beginning to think that Barbwould be the perfect person to ask about how I could change back. Maybe Icould buy another gem? And if she put it in the bag for me, then how did shethink I got such wide hips from? I suddenly opened the bag I was carrying.Inside, folded so the straps were inside both cups, was the huge brassier shehad offered me just a few minutes ago! I thought I told her I didn't want it?Shrugging with defeat, I quickly looked at the tag I saw on the bra. It was asize 36 DDD. That's pretty big, I thought to myself, but I remember dating agirl in college that could've blown that away. She had been such a slut, too!The gem pulsed once, strongly.As I searched down one row of goods, I started feeling that tingle again! Istopped, trying to figure what I may have inadvertently done to set it offthis time but could think of nothing. I looked down at my chest, because Ifelt something crawling across it and discovered my T-shirt was changingunderneath my button shirt! I set the bag and my purse down on a nearby tableand pulled my shirt open a little to see what was happening. I saw what wasleft of my T-shirt finishing its transformation into a brassier! It took onlya moment to finish, and then I saw that it was a matching red, satin bra forthe panties I was wearing! Then my button shirt started changing, too! Rightin front of my eyes it became a red, satin blouse with a low cut,heart-shaped neckline and short little sleeves and no collar. Then the realthing started! I started feeling that peculiar sensation again! OH NO! Istood helpless as I watched the front of my 'blouse' began to expand out intotwo definite bumps! I looked around, I'm sure frantically, looking for anyoneto help me out of this nightmare I found myself in, but there were no peoplearound me just then!My blouse swelled out slowly, the satin smoothly flowing over the breaststhat were growing upon my chest, and all I could do was stand there andwatch. I saw down the front of my blouse and could see the flesh filling andpushing outward, encased by the satin of the brassier. The bra's cups heldeach swelling breast perfectly and was naturally enlarging when my titsenlarged, so there was no indication of just how big I was going to get!I picked up the bag and purse and ducked down one aisle, not wishing to havesomeone actually see me being transformed! I walked briskly, hoping that Iwasn't going to be a freak, because I felt my breasts begin to bounce alittle with each step I took in those heels! Pretty soon though, the littlebounces I was feeling began to be big bounces. I dared a glance down as I wascoming into the cosmetics again, and almost cried out! I was Big! Probably aC cup already, maybe a D, and still growing! I still didn't know what hadcaused it!In between two aisles of cosmetics, I stood and waited for the transformationto finish, hoping I wasn't going to be this way for the rest of my life.Finally, I couldn't feel them growing anymore and hesitantly looked down atwhat was now going to be the new me. Oh my GOD!I reached out and grabbed the shelving in front of me for support because Ithought I'd faint. I was HUGE! I had to be at least a FF or G cup!! What thehell happened to me?! The satin blouse I now wore was form fitting, huggingevery curve I now had, and leaving nothing to the imagination. It was also solow cut, it almost showed the lace trim on the cups of the bra underneath! Ishook my head, wondering what in the world I was supposed to do with my lifeif I didn't change back. I looked again at my colossal cleavage and judgedeach tit was about the size of my head. I didn't know what to do then, mymind was going blank. I couldn't think!I looked around to see if anyone had seen the transformation I just wentthrough. No, nobody had seen it. I looked again at my chest, sighinginwardly, not believing the situation I was in. Never in all my life would Ihave believed anyone telling me that I would be in such a predicament. I feltreally uncomfortable, wishing I had some sort of jacket to wear over theunusual endowments I was now blessed with. Did I say 'blessed?'I looked around, feeling the blond curls swing as I did, and decided to justleave the store. I obviously wasn't going to find the place where I boughtthe gem, better to go home and try to figure out something else. Maybe Icould find the blasted gem now since I had been changed beyond all trace ofman into a woman! I headed for the front doors of the store and out to mycar. It didn't take me long to get home.I walked in feeling totally defeated, not really believing I would ever getout of this predicament intact. I sat down in my chair in the living room,not at first seeing the purse sitting on the coffee table. When I did see it,my girlfriend came walking out of the bedroom, unawares that I had come home.When she saw me, she started as if I were a stranger, which I was."Who the hell are you?!" She asked me, almost yelling. She was angry already,probably because I hadn't been home when she did. After all, it had only beena day."I, uh . . . " I looked at her, totally lost for words. She on the otherhand, looked at me like I was the trespasser that I appeared to be."So you're the little slut that my boyfriend has been sleeping with behind myback." She said nastily."Boyfriend? No, I'm not. . " I didn't know what to say. I knew she wouldn'tbelieve the truth, but I didn't have anything else to work with."Well guess what Candy, or Trixie, or whatever your name is, you can havehim!" She walked so rapidly I thought she was going to hit me. Insteadthough, she grabbed the mass of blond curls that I had been cursed with andpulled me up to my feet. I was surprised to see how much taller she was overme, and with those damn 5" heels on, that I was made even more speechless! Iknew her to be 5'10", so that would make me just over 5' tall in bare feet!"I didn't realized how much he preferred cows with such big udders, butobviously his tastes have declined. I now know what our difficulty has been."With each word, she shook her fist buried in my blond tresses making mewobble in those heels, and those mammoth breasts jiggle inside their satinprison causing her to look at them as well. She scowled at me again."So he'd much rather be seen with a freak like you than a real woman likeme?!" She all but screamed as she flung me down! I landed none too gently onthe edge of my chair, bounced once then landed on the floor. My hair spilleddown into my face preventing me from seeing anything, but I heard herclacking heels as they receded into the bedroom. I didn't know what to doexcept cry. I couldn't help myself at first as the tears started rolling downmy cheeks, but the more I thought about my inability to fix things, the moreI started to cry. Soon, I was balling my eyes out.The gem flickered, sending a slight bit of energy out, affecting things justas the owner wanted.Jean stomped into the bedroom and pounded her palms against her dresser. Shelooked into the mirror at her face, trying to decide what to do next. That'swhen she noticed the gem. Had Greg gotten this for her?Suddenly, she was afraid she had jumped to conclusions. What if she had beenwrong about that girl out there? She heard her crying, and wondered why shewas here, and where Greg was. With her heart going out to the sobbing woman,she decided to try and find the truth of what was going on. The first thingshe needed to do was go and apologize!I sat there for an untold amount of time just crying like a baby, unaware ofanything else around me, and not caring. Suddenly I felt an arm around myshoulders, lifting me up and into a chair. It was Jean, though not the Jean Iremember. Her face showed the misery of hurt feelings and the despair of arelationship that was sinking, but also the sympathy for another person. Iwas so grateful for the slight crack in her armor, I flung my arms around herin an emotional hug, burying my face in her nick, sobbing uncontrollably."There, there. That's alright." She soothed to me. I couldn't really believeshe would forget the seemingly cheating boyfriend already, but her handssmoothed my hair and patted my back in a gesture that totally relaxed me. Iwas beginning to think maybe I could tell her everything, that she could helpme."Why don't you tell me your name, hmmm?" She asked quietly, sweetly. I lookedup at her, realizing she had my hands in her lap, and sniffed. "Come on." Sheprompted, "I'm not going to bite." She laughed a little then, adding, "Mybark is worse than my bite, no matter what people say about me."I looked at her, searching her face for any signs she was leading me on, andtook a big breath to steady my nerves. Jean was a lovely woman, just a littletoo serious for me at times. She was certainly pretty, there was no doubtthere, and had a fine ass to boot. She kept herself in shape, unlike mostwomen in these times, and didn't often complain about her body. At 5'10", shewas really tall for a woman, and had that lean shapely look about her thatsuggested she had been an athlete at one time. She hadn't been though. Ialways thought her breasts were almost perfect. Slightly conical spheres,about a B cup, with large nipples that were wonderfully sensitive to her. Shehad a pretty face and long brunette hair that she took care of, thinking itto be her best feature. The last thing I wanted was to lose her, especiallyin my hour of need.The gem, unseen, flickered once."My name is Greg," I paused, "and I live with my girlfriend Jean, righthere." She sighed, not a good sign I thought, and looked at me again. Beforeshe could say anything however, I began speaking about all that happened tome. I told her of me stopping at that store and buying that peculiar gem,then how I began to change without any explicable reason, until I came tolook like what she saw right now. An over-endowed blond with more curves thatan old country road, with a face more suited to a porn movie than anythingelse. When I finished I just sat there waiting for her reaction, thinking oneof two possible things was going to happen next. Either she would call thefunny farm and have me carted off, or she would kill me."I think I'll reserve judgement just yet, only because I found this on mydresser." She held up the gem I had searched for with so much difficulty!"That's it!!" I cried, reaching for it only to have her pull it awaysuddenly."Not so fast." She said, looking at me with a new interest. "I want you topretend I don't believe a word you said to me, which should be easy, and tryto convince me you're my boyfriend." She sat back with the gem, looking at itwith idle interest.I took another deep breath, feeling the brassier tighten around my breasts asI did so, and began telling her things only Greg would have knowledge about.I told her about past dates, fights we had had, outings with her family, ormine, etc. Things only her boyfriend, myself, would know. All the time shewas listening to me, she would look over my body, then at the gem in herhand. I wasn't sure but I think she was beginning to believe me!"Tell me about the gem. How does it work?" She asked. I felt my hopes gettinghigher, believing that soon, I would become a guy again with Jean's help. Itold her what I knew about the gem, which was little. I told her that the gemwould only work for an owner. Meaning, I thought, that you would have to buyit. I deleted the part of Barb, not wishing to anger her with proof of mycheating."So you think this gem has been used up, and to straighten things out foryou, we would have to go back and buy another gem?" She asked me. I didn'thave to think about what she had said because that's about the sameconclusion I had already come up with before."That's right! Except I couldn't find the same place again. It was almostlike it had vanished." I cried to her in frustration. She patted my knee in a'tsk tsk' manner."That's alright. We'll find it sooner or later. Don't you worry, Greg." Shesaid hesitantly. She looked at me again before continuing. "You know, I findit difficult to imagine you being my boyfriend, much less calling you by hisname. How about I call you something else until we can put things back?""I guess that would be okay." I replied hopefully. I was beginning to havejoy that she was going to help me after all. "How about Brandi?" I asked,getting up to find that damn traitorous wallet that would rather be a purse."Brandi?" She looked at me like I was losing my mind. I sat back down andshowed her my license, and any other identification I could find. She lookedat everything, then at me with a suspicious grin. It took me a while before Irealized what she was thinking."I didn't do this! My wallet changed into a purse, and all my identificationchanged to fit this new body." I gestured at my breasts with my hands."Okay. I was going to kid you a little, but I guess you've had a rough day.Tomorrow we'll try to find out what happened.""So you're going to help me get back to normal?""Of course I am." She smiled. "I can't have such a beautiful creature likeyou running around here. People would start to talk." She laughed then,patting my shoulder. "Could I have this since you're done with it?" Sheasked, holding up the gem. I only glanced at it, wishing I never hadpurchased it in the first place."Sure. Take it. It's yours. I never want to see it again." I sat back,picking up a pillow to cover my chest, and hugged it, taking comfort from it.Jean got up and went into the bedroom taking the gem with her. There wassomething nagging at the back of my brain, but I couldn't figure out what itwas. One of those things that was going to bug me all night, I was sure. Jeancame back only a few seconds later."It's starting to get a little late so why don't we go to bed and start onthis fresh in the morning?" She asked. I saw in her hand a pink babydollnightie, obviously meant for me by the way she was grinning. When she saw myreaction, she smiled even broader."You don't really expect me to wear that, do you?""From what you told me, anything you put on is going to transform into sexywoman's clothing anyway. So why waste more of your clothing. Just abandonyourself for one night and enjoy it." She emphasized her words by swingingthe garment back and forth. Of course, what she said was probably true.Everything I had that was male had been transformed into female clothing, andnot boring stuff either as I gazed at the expanse of cleavage revealed by thesexy, satin blouse I was currently wearing. Several hours ago, it was one ofmy favorite shirts.I got up, feeling the weight of my breasts pulling me forward before I archedmy back more, and walked toward Jean with the intent of getting undressed andgoing to bed. The clack, clack of my heels on the hardwood was loud to me."Wow, I didn't realize how sexy you move." She said as she watched me walkpast her. "You have a definite bump and grind that would make any man hardjust watching.""Great." I told her. "Maybe I should start working as a stripper." My sarcasmwas heavy, but she didn't reply. She just continued watching me walk until Imade it into the bedroom.A few minutes later, with me wearing that damn pink babydoll and her wearinga long satin nightgown the color of red, we were ready to go to bed. That'swhen she brought out a tape measure and expressed a desire to see what mymeasurements were."Must you?" I asked pleadingly. I didn't want to know what my measurementswere, but she seemed very definite as she came closer.Standing next to me, both of us in our bare feet, she realized for the firsttime I think just how short I had become. She stood a good 6" taller than Idid."Well, isn't this a turn of events for a change." She stated, smilingsincerely for the first time. "I'm going to see just how tall you are."The tape was just long enough, enabling her to determine my height. Shedidn't tell though, preferring instead to write it down on a pad she hadnearby. Next she wrapped the tape around my hips, taking delight in the lacy,pink panties she had talked me into wearing with the babydoll. She also wroteit down, along with my waist measurement. When she began to wrap the tapearound my mammoth bust, she began to fumble, becoming clumsy. What was this?"What's wrong?" I asked her. I knew I was making her nervous, but didn't seeany reason why, unless she didn't believe my story. If that was the case,then why was she treating me like she had? Maybe, I thought, she just wasn'tused to sleeping in the same bed with another woman. Although that thoughtmade me suddenly choke, it seemed more plausible."Nothing is wrong. It's just I never thought I'd be taking my boyfriendsmeasurements." She nervously reached around me, her B cups just touching mymuch larger ones, and wrapped the tape around bringing the ends together infront between my breasts. Her fingers kept brushing my tits as she tried tomake certain the tape was straight. The contact was starting to have avisible effect on me as I both saw, and felt, my nipples start to enlarge.The babydoll was very sheer and low cut, showing off my chest in the bestpossible way. And since I didn't have a bra on, the huge points that startedto poke out the fabric were very obvious to her. I looked up into her eyes asher fingers kept accidentally touching me, arousing me, and was wishing wecould lay in bed together and make love like we used to.I noticed Jean's face was stressed and on the verge of perspiring. Her eyeskept alternating between the tape in between my breasts, and the stiffnipples that poked out on either side. I was beginning to think Jean wasbecoming aroused, just as I was, so decided to try a little experiment. Iinhaled a little, just enough to screw up her fourth attempt at reading thetape. Her fingers came apart, touching the insides of my breasts yet againeliciting a small gasp of pleasure from myself, until she pulled the tape alittle more firmly, glaring at me to be still."Sorry." I said quietly, secretly smiling inside. Maybe tonight would beinteresting anyway."All done." She said, exhaling loudly. She turned around quickly before Icould see her face, jotting down whatever numbers she came up with."Are you going to tell me what my measurements are?" I asked her. For somereason I was curious to know."I thought you didn't want to know." She replied, smiling again."I changed my mind.""Well, I must say, I'm impressed." She walked over to the bed and sat downbefore continuing. "I took both measurements on your chest to see what sizebra you would need.""What do you mean, need?""I mean, what size you wear right now.""I don't plan on staying this way for the rest of my life, you know." I toldher."I know, I know. Calm down." She motioned me over to her as she spoke. I cameover and sat on the bed next to her, feeling my breasts sway and jiggle as Idid so."First off, you stand approximately 5'2" tall." She looked toward mesmirking. "A big difference from the 5'11" before." I just shrugged myshoulders causing my breasts to move about. She smiled slightly,uncomfortably even, before looking down at her pad again."Your bra size is 36 HH, or a 36 I. I can't be sure until we get youprofessionally sized." She looked to me for a reaction. I just sat there withmy mouth hanging open, wondering how in the world I could even walk with sucha large chest, not to mention do the little things. Obviously, I have been,but I didn't know how I did it."That's very large you know." She said to me. I turned to her, stunned,realizing that I had been given an extremely large chest, but not thinkingexactly what size they were. If I didn't manage to get myself changed back, Iwould be stuck with them for the rest of my life. I looked down at the tworound balls of flesh that stuck out the sheer nightie, noting the erect,rosy-pink nipples that stuck out so erotically, and wondered what I wouldeventually have to do if it were permanent. I couldn't go back to my jobthat's for sure.I must have looked like I was going to cry because Jean wrapped her armsaround me pulling me towards he. "It's going to be alright. Don't worry aboutit right now. We'll see what we can do in the morning.""Okay," I replied in a very small voice."Let me tell you your measurements, then well go to sleep." She looked downat her pad again. "From top to bottom, your measurements are 48-22-37.""Wow." That was all I could think of to say at the moment. I always thought Iknew measurements, what numbers I would like to see on women, especiallyJean, but to hear these numbers, and to know what it feels like to have them,is very different. I've always loved super-stacked women with tiny waists andwide hips with big round asses that love sex and would give a blowjob at thedrop of a hat, but to know I was at that threshold. At the very entrance of atype of woman who fit those exact qualities, was mind-numbing to me. The onlydifference between myself, and the type of woman that was, in my mind,perfect, was simply a mindset. I had the physical part down pat.I stood up then, stretching my arms above my head and standing tiptoe,feeling how good it felt. I yawned and turned to Jean. She had been lookingat me, her face a mixture of rapture and confusion, before she became awareof me watching her."I guess I'm pretty exotic looking, aren't I?" I asked her as I slid into thebed."That would be an understatement, to be sure. You're going to have a lot oftrouble handling the men you come in contact with." She thought a moment morethen added, "Even some men you don't come into contact with." She laughed alittle, her hands in front of her miming breasts sticking out from her."Maybe with some women, too." I slipped in quietly. She only looked at mesaying nothing."Goodnight Brandi."Goodnight, Jean. Thanks for believing me. I don't know where I would be ifyou hadn't. And don't call me that."Jean turned off the light.In the darkness, she slipped the gem from under her pillow. She didn't knowif it had any magic left, but she would definitely find out. She was a strongbelieve in such things! She held the gem before her in the dark andconcentrated, wishing, praying, anything to make what she wanted to becomereality. The gem, of course, did nothing. There wasn't any flash or glowing,or throbbing, or anything she thought would go with magic being performed.Tomorrow, she thought amusingly, she would find out. She quietly slipped itunder her pillow again.Greg, or Brandi, as she thought of herself now, lay in bed worrying. Shereally hadn't time to think about the changes before, only to deal with them.When Jean told her what her measurements were, she was surprised, yes,shocked really. But then she realized, as a man, that those were the primenumbers for the girl of his dreams! It occurred to him that maybe he wasturning into his own dream girl. If that were true, then his physical changeswere done, but then mental ones would begin! The thought terrified him! Howcome this thing didn't happen to Jean? She was already a girl! He had had nodesires to become a woman, ever. So why did the gem turn him into one? Hedidn't want to be a woman, especially looking the way he did now. Girls builtlike he was only existed in his fantasies, and they were anything but virginprincesses!The gem, buried underneath Jean's pillow, pulsed twice, sending out twotendrils of energy.I woke up with the remnants of a strange dream still inside my head. Icouldn't remember any details, even now it was starting to fade faster than Icould remember it.I lay comfortably warm under the covers for several minutes, trying toremember what it was, until I gave up. It was completely gone now. Oh well, Imused, I wasn't going to be bothered by it today. I stretched lazily,bringing my arms above my head as I did so, sliding the covers half off me inthe process. God, that felt food, I thought. I glanced over to see Jean stillsleeping soundly, her breathing barely audible to me. She was facing me, butI knew it would still be some time before she woke. I was always the one towake up first. I then looked down at my body, never forgetting once what Inow looked like. Except this time I saw something different.I was wearing the pink nightie, so sheer I could see everything anyway, andthe pink panties so generously trimmed in lace, but the sight of the bodybeneath these lovelies was a tremendous turn on for me. The two huge moundsof rosy-tipped flesh jiggled and moved like Jell-O whenever I shifted,sending little erotic flashes through me. My tiny belly gently butdramatically flowed into a rounded set of hips and smooth thighs and legsthat, that would look great, suddenly to my mind, in a garter belt andstockings! The mere thought of dressing in such things started to make mefeel warm all over. My legs slid across the sheets, further removing thecovers, until I lay totally exposed, the cool air flowing across me. I wasbecoming aroused. I became aware of my nipples swelling erect, two rosypoints growing on top of my breasts, causing me to squirm as little eroticflashes flowed throughout my body. Idly, I ran a finger across one tip,lightly touching it, marveling at the exquisite sensation it brought. Iclosed my eyes, not even dreaming how intense and erotic such a thing couldbe, not believing that my body could be so responsive. Lightly, I pinched it,gasping as an electric current shot down my body to my crotch. I moaned as Iopened my eyes again, seeing my own hands slide across my body, slippingacross the sheer fabric of the babydoll to try and grasp the immense bodiesthat lay atop me. Squeezing them made me gasp aloud, it felt so good, mystiff nipples poking my palms. My legs continued to move back and forthacross the sheets, ever widening apart, as I came closer to an arousal I'venever felt before. My crotch was warm and wet, there being a strong desire toquench the needful itch that was developing down there. I needed to touch it,just once I told myself, just enough to explore this overwhelming desire thatwas building in me.My head fell sideways on the pillow, my eyes closed, as my left hand slowlyslid down my stomach, the long fingernails lightly caressing the skin as Ipulled the babydoll up. I could feel the soft pubic hair, damp now with myarousal, as my fingers began to probe where I had been too frightened beforeto touch. I slid a finger across the opening, moaning as the sensationsincreased tenfold, wishing I could experience such pleasure always. My otherhand slid onto my right breast, trying to grasp the whole thing, and failing,moving it around on my chest, taking a perverted delight in the size andsoftness of it. My arousal was too much, I thought to myself in a detachedmanner, unable to stop what I was doing.I felt my finger slide into me, making me gasp aloud again. I gritted myteeth, relishing the raw pleasure I was giving myself, and started to slidemy fingers in and out of my pussy, simultaneously pinching and pulling mynipples. I was masturbating, the thought suddenly fascinating me, and lovingit! Already, I could feel the beginnings that could only be my first orgasm,wishing to experience it in full fury, hoping it to last forever! I opened myeyes to see Jean looking at me. I froze."Are we having fun this morning?" She asked sweetly, looking into my eyeswith undisguised amusement. I exhaled loudly, embarrassed beyond belief,beyond words."Oh, God!" I cried, flinging my arms over my face, the babydoll half off. Iwas still breathing hard, wondering how I could let myself go like that,especially with Jean in bed next to me."It's okay." She said quietly, her hand sliding across my belly. I could feelher leaning over me, until the softness of her lips brushed my cheek. "Girlsdo it all the time." She whispered."I'm not supposed to be a girl." I replied, feeling uncertain. I moved myarms to look up at her. Her face was both gentle and serious. She movedcloser to me, her breasts touching mine, until she looked directly down intomy face."Right now," She said tenderly, "you are a beautiful woman." She stared atme, daring me to argue the point, until I lowered my eyes in forcedagreement.I blinked up at her, wanting to ask her how she was capable of putting upwith me, and why, when she suddenly kissed me. I was taken by surprise as hersoft lips came in contact with mine! A fierce need came over me as her tongueslid into my mouth. She was kissing me deeply and passionately, more so thenI had ever kissed her before in the past. I responded hesitantly at first,but more eagerly with every passing second, sliding my arms around her neck,pulling her closer. My body was no longer mine as I felt her hand upon mybreast, squeezing it slowly, causing me to arch my back from the sensationsanother person generated.I sucked on her tongue, moaning as I did, wading deeper in the arousal Istill felt from my own intimate explorations, as I wildly ran my hand throughher hair, trying to pull her closer, mashing our breasts together.Suddenly, I felt her hand drift down my body to the wet juncture between mylegs, already moving apart in hot expectation. Evidently, my body knew whatwas going to happen even before I did! I moaned loudly, breaking the kiss, asher fingers entered me slowly, first one, then two! She took her time, gazingat my body's reaction, as her fingers played over my nubbin, causing me tothrow my head back and forth on the pillow in unashamed lust. My breastsmoved and bounced of their own free will as Jean slowly and methodicallybrought me closer to an orgasm the likes of which I had never experiencedbefore!I was lost in my arousal, not knowing what was going to happen to me, and notcaring. The waves of pleasure were building steadily, coming closer todrowning me, threatening to wash away the last desires of having an orgasm asa man! I was moaning loudly, screaming things to Jean, telling her to take mefurther, of my breasts and nipples being painfully squeezed and pulled, untilI thought I couldn't take anymore! I wasn't aware of anything but thepleasure, wasn't aware of Jean sliding down the bed until her face was at thejuncture between my legs. Not until her tongue started touching me did I knowwhat was happening!"OH GOD!!" I felt her hands on my hips, her tongue deep inside me, finallypushing me off that ledge she had balanced me for so long! I was EXPLODING!Long and hard, my body was convulsing on the bed erotically! My legs spreadwide of their own, my head thrashing, breasts bouncing wildly, handsgrasping, the intensity too much for me to take as I abruptly fell back ontothe bed unconscious!I woke up feeling wonderful, as if the world's weight had been lifted off myshoulders for the first time in weeks. I looked around, expecting to see Jeansomewhere, and decided to get up and get dressed. I didn't know what I wasgoing to wear. I didn't relish wearing the same thing I did yesterday, butthere was a definite lack of choices present. For the time being I grabbedJean's robe, tying the sash around my much smaller waist before walking intothe kitchen.As I walked in I found Jean cooking some eggs and ham, the delicious smellall around."Good morning sleepy head." She said merrily as I walked in. She was in anunfathomable mood, as was I. I couldn't help but think it was for the samereason. "I just love my robe on you. Obviously you didn't look at yourself init before coming out here.""Huh?" I replied distractedly. I looked down at myself, expecting to see mewearing her dark pink, satin robe. Instead, I saw that the robe didn't close,couldn't close over my bust, effectively showing Jean just how much chest Ihad this morning. "Oh." I tried to pull the edges of the robe closed over mybulging chest, a doomed effort, and steeled myself for the verbal questions Iwas expecting from this morning.She served breakfast without saying anything. Steeling glances at her facetold me nothing. I sipped at the orange juice she sat in front of me andstarted eating, realizing just how hungry I really was. It wasn't until Itook a sip from my second cup of coffee that I decided to bring 'it' up. Ijust had to know."Uh, could I talk to you about something that's bothering me?" I askedquietly. She raised her head and looked at me, a distant expression on herface. Jean couldn't believe the voice that came out of her former boyfriends'mouth! It was soft, high, breathy, and just about oozed sex! It had even madeher instantly wet just hearing it for those few seconds!"What was this morning all about? If you'd like to tell me, that is?" I heldthe coffee cup in front of my mouth with both hands. She tensed only for asecond before thinking about what I was asking."I don't really know." She said with sincerity. "All I do know is," Sheswallowed before continuing, "I found you indescribably beautiful thismorning, and I had to have you." I smiled when she started to blush. Neverhad I thought that she was bisexual."I didn't know you swung both ways.""I don't. At least, I didn't. I think because I knew it was you in there."She paused and pointed at my chest, "I felt it was alright." She took a sipof her coffee then set it down. "I didn't really think about it, actually. Ijust did it, and it felt right." She looked just as confused as I felt justthen.I didn't press her, because I was starting to deal with some strange feelingsmyself. For one, I had this urge to go shopping for some lingerie! I couldn'tbelieve it, but I was having a craving to slip into some slinky, satinlingerie and parade around in it!Jean couldn't really tell what had come over her this morning, because shedidn't know herself. Looking at her boyfriend from across the table, at theway her own robe failed to completely cover her overly-large chest began toget her aroused again. She shook her head, trying to fathom what was wrongwith her suddenly. How is it she could get so hot for another woman? Was itbecause she 'did' know who was inside that delicious package?Greg, now Brandi, and Jean just sat at the table for a long while, neither ofthem thinking much about anything. Without her wanting to, Jean's eyes fellupon the open robe again, studying the smooth breasts that were held therefor display. She could detect the swelling of the nipples through the thickcloth, and the faint blush just starting to spread across the upper chest.She looked up into the beautifully made up face, even at this hour, only tosee her looking back at her. Jean smiled warmly, feeling her own heatbuilding."I want to call you Brandi for today." Jean told her. Brandi smiled, thennodded her acceptance. Jean didn't know why, but she had the strange andcompelling desire to treat her boyfriend like a full-fledged bimbo slut. Infact, she suddenly discovered, she wanted to make her into one!"I guess it won't kill me for one day to be called Brandi. It is on my driverlicense."Jean got up, feeling her satin pajama top caress the nipples of her breasts,and came over to where her boyfriend, Brandi sat, and helped her to her feet.Jean slowly took her into her arms, kissing her warmly, feeling her bodypress closer, her breasts mashing against her own. Her hands slid up and downBrandi's back, sending goose bumps across her skin which made her arch herback, further pressing her mammoth breasts against her. Jean liked the feelof Brandi's tits. She liked them a lot. She wasn't ready to admit it justyet, but there was a lot about 'Brandi' that Jean fell in love, and lustwith, overnight!Getting dressed that morning proved to be more difficult than it should have.For one thing, Jean just couldn't keep her hands off of Brandi long enoughfor her to get dressed. And the longer Jean kept touching her, the morearoused Brandi Became, until they finally made love again, this time in theliving room!Once dressed however, they made their way out, intent on going to the Mall,then to a little shop Greg had told Jean about. Jean wanted to buy all sortsof nasty things for her girlfriend to wear. That's what she thought Brandiwas now, her girlfriend.Brandi was secretly happy to try on new clothes, especially lingerie, butdidn't want Jean to know that. She was afraid if she seemed too eager, Jeanmight consider her strange or something. In about four hours they walked outof the Mall loaded with bags and boxes of new clothes! Brandi herself boughtnew clothes that she just had to wear right then and there! She had replacedthe red satin bra and panty set she'd been wearing with a pale pink set thata specialty store was lucky enough to have in her size. That being a size 6/7panty and a 36 HH bra that boldly thrust out her chest, both trimmedgenerously in lace and oozing girlish sex appeal! Over the bra she wore alight pink, super soft sweater, a bit thin, and cut too low, but molded herupper torso like paint while baring her tummy. She also chose blue jeans, butthese rode low on her hips, almost exposing her butt crack, she called it'ass cleavage.' They were molded perfectly about her wide hips, smooth thighsand rounded ass. They also sported cutouts down each side of the legs, fromhip to ankle, each cutout about the size of her palm. A little silver chainwas threaded through the belt loops and attached together in front with alittle 'heart' shaped lock, a length of chain hanging down from this about6". She needed to have something swinging below, for old time's sake, shesaid! She wore on her feet 5" pale pink, needle-point, heels. She also boughtsilver earrings to wear.Brandi just couldn't get a handle on her voice. No matter how she tried, shecame out talking and sounding like a bimbo! And they way she talked, with allthat ooohing, and ahhhhing, and the giggles! Arrrgh! It was driving hercrazy! She wasn't for sure, but she thought it was getting higher and softer!Of course, after getting about $300 worth of clothing for free from severalmale salesmen, she was beginning to think otherwise.Jean drove Greg's car and headed out to a part of the city Brandi wasn'ttotally familiar with. She didn't care if Jean wanted to drive either. Shedidn't feel like driving at all today, which was strange by itself. Gregalways drove. Jean however, took an unexpected joy out of driving the sportscar, relishing how the car would handle around the tight turns. It was almostas if Greg and Jean had switched roles overnight, as far as driving went.Brandi had no idea where they were until Jean pulled into a little storesiting all by itself in a quiet little neighborhood. She looked at the signin the window, then at Jean in surprise."You've decided to visit that store I was telling you about two months ago?"Brandi asked, twisting towards her in the car. Jean looked in the store, thenat Brandi, her mind already redressing her in totally bizarre ways. The imageshe was conjuring was starting to have an effect on her. She could feel hernipples hardening. She took a breath, feeling a strange tightness around herchest, then looked at her girlfriend in the eyes."I decided to indulge your fantasies today. Anything you want, you get." Shesaid breathlessly. She couldn't help smiling, the desire plain on her face.Brandi smiled back at her."I think I'm starting to indulge in your fantasies." She laughed a littlenervous laugh. She looked again at the store before turning towards her. "Butif you think I'm going to let you scare me, you've got another thing coming!"They both laughed as they went in.The store sold various items of lingerie and everyday wear for the woman whohad unusual tastes. They specialized in corsets and brassiers, but theirtalents didn't stop there! Their merchandise came in different materialsbeside the usual. There was leather, satin, silk, lace and latex. They alsohad chromed steel in some of the more bizarre things. Their claim was, 'THEREWASN'T A WOMAN AROUND THEY COULDN'T FIT EXACTLY.' The name of the place was,'EROTIC CLOTHING by Felicia.'Brandi and Jean stood, just looking around at the selection in front of them,their shock and delight plain on both their faces. To their left was intimateapparel, to the right were foundation garments, which included corsets andstockings. In front of them were wigs and cosmetics, complete with a fullsalon in back. There wasn't another person in the place besides the womanstanding behind the counter. They had it all to themselves!"I'll tell you what," Jean began, turning to her, "I'll go and look for thatcertain something that I see you wearing in my mind's eye, and you go lookfor something you would like to see me in. Okay?" Brandi just smiled at herbefore heading off. Jean smiled also, watching Brandi's ass as she walkedaway. Jean smiled even broader as she realized that the walk that Brandi wasstarting to do almost all the time now was that same bump and grind she haddone the night before. 'I wonder if she's doing it on purpose?' she askedherself.Jean waded deep into the lingerie, seeking something that only a full-fledgedslut would wear. It took her all of twelve minutes before she found it. Sheheld in front of her a high-cut, black patent leather pair of crotchlesspanties that were connected to a 10" wide black patent leather waist nipperthat hooked together on both sides, then laced in front. She didn't wantbrandi to wear anything that would cover those fabulous breasts! Jeans ownnipples began to harden just thinking of Brandi's rosy nipples extending thesatin material of the bra she was currently wearing. Next, she thought, sheneeded to get a pair of stockings and heels! The highest she could possiblyfind! Humming to herself, she proceeded deeper into the store, aware of theheat radiating from her body.Brandi, as she was starting to enjoy thinking of herself as, walked among thesatin bras, taking a perverse pleasure in the materials and colors thatsurrounded her. The silk and satin that rubbed against her was turning heron, making her breathing deeper, and bringing a indecent blush to her cheeks.She didn't know what was making her feel the way she was, but she liked it!She loved feeling horny, the way her body was reacting to all the stimuliaround her. When her nipples began to swell even bigger, creating twoprominent points in her blouse, it made her feel a little reckless.She casually looked around the store searching for something Jean would like.She herself couldn't really think of a single creative thought sinceyesterday. Normally she's very creative. She looked at the satin bras invarious colors hanging on a stand, thinking how nice they would make her ownbreasts look, when she realized something! She was thinking of herself as agirl! In fact, she was thinking like a girl, about clothes, make up and sex!She was even flirting like a girl! More like a slut, really! That's how shegot all those clothes for free! She found a large mirror on a nearby wall andwalked over to it, studying her image. In the mirror, she saw a veryattractive woman. Hell, she was way past gorgeous, into exotic somewhere,with overly large breasts that were barely contained in the soft pink blousedraped about her soft shoulders. Her waist was very small, flowingdramatically into softly rounded hips and smooth thighs. She was one hotlooking piece of ass there was no denying that. Especially when she turnedslightly and studied hers. She couldn't help herself really as her hands cameup to cup her enormous breasts. They begged for it!"Enjoying yourself?" Jean playfully asked her. She was so startled hearing avoice close to her ear, it almost made her jump halfway out of her skin!"How did you sneak up on me?" She asked, crossing her arms underneath herbreasts, knowing full well what that did. Jean couldn't help but glance atthem before replying."About five minutes. You were really lost in your reflection. I guess beingso hot and horny takes a toll even on you." She laughed. Brandi just narrowedher eyes at her, then widened as she discovered something about Jean that shepossibly didn't know yet. She looked at Jean and realized that the power ofthe gem was now affecting her! Brandi smiled secretly as she pretended not tonotice the differences in her girlfriend. In fact, she thought she lookedbetter because of them! Now if they only continued a little further.The gem flashed strongly, sending out a large amount of energy. This was thelast of its energy to be used by this particular owner. Unseen by eitherwoman, the gem suddenly vanished."Are you ready to go? I'm tired." She asked, her eyes wandering around heragain. Truth was, if she stayed in this store any longer, she was afraid shewould lose control and end up fucking somebody. Probably that cute guy shehad seen once working in the back, probably stocking stuff. Then her eyeswidened alarmingly. What was she thinking?!"I'm going to wait in the car for you! Hurry up!" Without waiting for areply, she turned and walked out. Jean watched her walk, amazed at how simplyerotic her lover had become. Yes, she thought, very erotic indeed. Smiling toherself, she went and paid for her choices, confident now in the power of thegem.Having come home well after four in the afternoon, Jean announced she wasgoing to take a hot bath, and if she would, fix a little something to eat.Brandi agreed, saying that she was also famished. For some reason, Jean foundherself very uncomfortable the last few hours, as if her clothes did not fither right anymore. Her pants were too tight, especially across the seat andhips, and her bra had been digging into her sides all day. The straps hadeven been hurting her shoulders. Probably the adjusting tabs had accidentallyslipped, or something. She undressed in the bathroom, unaware that herreflection in the bathroom mirror showed just what changes had been wroughtupon her so far.Jean relaxed in the tub, covered up to her chin in scented bubbles, vowingnot to get out until all the aches and pains had been eradicated completely.Sighing, she thought about her lover. Obviously, she had taken to her newname immediately. She was also aroused now most of the time, too. In fact,Jean was thinking Brandi had gotten turned into the bimbo slut so completely,maybe there was money to be made! So far, it seemed to her, all my wishes areturning into reality! Brandi was now my complete and willing servant, even ifshe didn't realize it yet. I believe she would do anything I asked herwithout thinking too much about it. She would even have sex with anybody Ichose, for whatever reason I chose, and wouldn't be able to stop herself.Yes, she thought to herself pleased, Brandi had certainly turned into thelittle sex-starved, airhead. Unable to survive without 'her' girlfriend thereto support her. It was too funny.Jean wiggled in the water, relishing in the warmth and scent, unaware of herfingers as they slowly traced across her bosom underneath the water. Her eyesclosed in relaxation as her lips parted somewhat, their new plumpnessevident, as she licked them erotically. She was very turned on by today'sactivities, and eager to see what became of her girlfriend tonight, butfailed to notice anything else.Brandi made a light snack, mustard getting on one of her fingers, which shelicked sensually off, and grabbed a couple of sodas from the fridge, settingthem on the low table in the living room. She had just finished lighting ascented candle when Jean strolled in wearing the satin robe Brandi had wornthat morning."That seems to fit you a little better than it did me." Brandi called outappreciatively. It was obvious Jean's breasts prevented the robe from drapingher body correctly. They had grown somewhat from her old B cups to whatBrandi estimated to be at least a DD cup. She also noted the extra width ofJean's hips as she walked seductively into the room. For some reason Brandicouldn't figure out, everything was turning her on! She was constantlyaroused, aching to rub herself against almost anybody! Her nipples poked outher blouse obscenely, calling attention to her need shamefully. In the backof her mind, she knew she was finally approaching the final changes of Greg'sideal woman. There were all the symptoms; erect nipples, light flush, heavybreathing or panting, a tendency to stick out my breasts when I thoughtsomebody was looking, constant wetness in my panties, a desire to dress likea slut, and a lack of concentration!Even now, as she looked at Jean in that satin robe knowing she was nakedunderneath, her blood was starting to boil with need! If she didn't get someaction going soon, she was going to burst!Jean stood next to the table, the robe clinging to her damp body outliningevery curve beneath. Her nipples were erect which caused her to arch her backa little more before approaching Brandi with a shrewd, calculating look."This looks great, honey. You certainly haven't done anything like thisbefore." Jean said, taking in the scented candles and setup of food on thetable. It was almost like a little picnic."I haven't had such a sexy lover before, either." She purred, gliding closer,her breathing becoming quicker. Jean looked at her transformed boyfriendagain. As turned on by her as she had been this morning, if not more so."I told you I still love you, and that I wouldn't leave you. But we'll haveto talk about our future sooner or later." Jean replied. Maybe now was a goodtime to establish a separation. Keep her off balance."You know we can't go on like we did this morning. It was just a one timething." Jean suddenly felt uncomfortable as little tingles shot through her.Brandi edged closer, her erect nipples almost touching."Have you ever wanted a body like mine?" Brandi whispered as her hands slidover the mountainous globes that were her breasts. Jean just licked her lips,unable to pull her eyes away from Brandi's body. Brandi pressed her bodyagainst Jeans, purring in absolute delight as waves of pleasure came from thecontact. Her hands wrapped around Jean, pressing her back tightly against herown breasts, trying to crush them. She could feel her hot nipples as theypoked into Jean's soft body."Brandi, I . . " She didn't finish as Brandi brought her own mouth over hers,inciting the passion that both felt. They kissed long, their hands exploringeach other's bodies as frantically as newlyweds, eager to fuck! At somepoint, Jean noticed Brandi was naked, her sexy body moving erotically abouthers. Her own robe had disappeared long ago without her noticing.Jean suddenly had the urge to pleasure Brandi as if she were the only personthat mattered to her. She wanted her badly! She wanted to make her scream!She lay her on her back on the floor, kissing her passionately, her handsalmost permanently glued to her mammoth breasts. Then she started to work herway down, kissing every part of her transformed lover's body, loving everysecond of it. She wanted more! When she got to the juncture between her legs,she did not hesitate but immediately drove her tongue as far as it would go,causing her lover to arch her back and gasp out with mind numbing pleasure.This was the second time Jean ate pussy, and she loved it.Brandi had her own hands clasped to her breasts, squeezing each tightly everytime an orgasm would rocket through her. Her eyes were closed, so muchpleasure, she didn't know if she could keep from fainting!Jean licked and sucked like one possessed. Her face covered with Brandi'sjuices, she raised her head to look at her lover. Brandi lay writhing,oblivious to everything else, her body a slave to Jean's power. Jean lovedit! She wanted Brandi even more.She ran her hands over the soft flesh of Brandi's stomach and breasts, thendown to her thighs, massaging her lover's body. Unconsciously placing them oneach hip, Jean watched as if in a dream as she suddenly pulled Brandi's hipscloser to her, causing Brandi's legs to spread even further apart. Brandicried out in lust, her blond curls spread out in disarray behind her, herhands sliding down her body until they met at her pussy. Her arms caused herbreasts to bulge above her almost blocking Jean's view of her face."YES! Do it!" She panted wildly. "I'm BURNING!"Jean didn't know what was going on, she was so turned on! She was all atingle! Her hands brought Brandi's legs up until they rested on hershoulders, placing Brandi's pussy directly in line with her own.That's when Jean first noticed something about herself! She looked down atherself and was amazed to find her clit sticking out like a small penis! Evenas she watched, her clit was growing, filling out, becoming more and morelike a penis! The tingle that she had noticed became more intense, focusingat her crotch, enabling her to connect it to what was happening to her. Shegroaned as the member that had grown out of her took on all the sensations ofher desire! All her lust seemed to flow into the cock that she now sported!She grasped it, thrilling at her own touch, and directed it to the soppingpink, opening of her lover's body! She was in a daze as she suddenly thrust,plunging all of her immense cock to the hilt inside the pussy lying soeagerly in front of her! Her and Brandi both cried out together as thepleasure and passion both escalated beyond either of their limits to cope!They became animals then, Jean humping wildly as Brandi writhed mindlesslybeneath her, crying out incoherently! They fucked like that for hours,neither seeming to get tired!Brandi was the first to wake. She found herself on the floor, covered by asoft blanket, her head resting on a couch cushion. Getting up, she realizedshe was naked, her huge tits swaying and bouncing every time she moved. Shewent to the bathroom and took a quick shower, making sure to shave her legsand underarms, and washed her hair thoroughly. She dried her hair andinspected her face in the mirror. Absolutely perfect! Pink, plump lipsslightly opened, sexy green eyes looking out of an exotically beautiful face.She brushed her hair until it glistened, then quietly slipped into thebedroom to find Jean asleep, buried beneath the thick blanket."Wake up sleepy head." Brandi cooed softly. Her voice almost sounding like alittle girls. She kneeled next to the bed, brushing the hair out of herlover's eyes. Soon, Jean opened her eyes, yawning widely before smiling."Good morning, lover." She quietly said. They both looked at each other,smiling, taking pleasure just in being in each other's presence, when Jeanremembered. She sat up in bed, throwing off the blanket covering her. Shegasped her eyes wide with shock and disbelief."Kind of a shock, isn't it?" Brandi asked her. "Believe me, it was a shock tome, too." Brandi smiled as she gazed at Jean's new body. Considering whatBrandi had unconsciously asked from the gem, it wasn't too bad.Jean had lost only 3" of height, making her 5'7" tall. The only changes thathad been wrought upon her physically besides that, were her slightly widerhips, a fuller, rounder ass, and breasts that were easily as big as Brandi's.And, of course, the 8" of thick cock which rested flaccidly between her legs.Brandi knew, when hard, it would be closer to 12" and thick as her wrist.Jean lay back, moaning, thinking her world was coming to an end.Brandi smiled at her, then reached out and grasped her lover's thick cockwith both hands. Slowly, with Jean watching, Brandi lowered her head towardsit until her lips barely touched the crown where she kissed it lovingly.Already she could feel it growing in her hands, pulsing thicker, the tippushing steadily upwards until it eased into her mouth. Brandi knew all shehad to do was show Jean how much pleasure there was going to be for the bothof them, and she would come to accept things as they were now.Brandi looked in Jean's eyes before continuing, asking without words if shewanted her to do this. Jean smiled slightly, her tongue licking her lipsbefore slightly thrusting upwards with her hips. Brandi lowered her mouthfurther, her lips encircling the suddenly hot member that was now fullyengorged and throbbing before her. She loved it!The End