I found a Ring Copyright 2003 Phyllis Wood (TG - Magic)
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My Best friend and I were swimming at Scarborough beach, playing in the waves and body surfing. We're both twenty and finished our Junior year at the local university. We're both 6' and good looking.
I was diving through the waves and I saw a glint on the bottom. I dove down and pulled up a ring. Pretty enough, gold with what looked like it had an entwined man and woman engraved on it. It looked like it fit my middle finger. Naturally I slipped it on. All of a sudden I had a dizzy feeling. I caught my balance and a wave splashed me in the face. I felt different. I looked down and realized I had tits, probably a C or D cup. I heard a whistle from Tom. I realized I was at a beach where everyone could see me. What was going on? I slipped off the ring. I felt the dizzy feeling again and I was a guy again.
"Whoa, what was that? For a moment you looked gorgeous. I must be seeing things."
"Was I really a girl? Or was I just seeing things?"
"Looked like one to me."
I ducked under the water and put the ring back on. I quickly felt myself. Yes, breasts, my cock was gone and I had hair floating every where, at least half way down my back. I took the ring off and came up for air. When I came up, Tom asked "How'd you do that?" I showed him the ring.
"Cool!"
"Want to try it on?"
"No! no way, I ain't no girl!"
"Well, I don't want to lose this and I don't have any pockets and I can't wear it on this beach." I went back to the blanket got my T-shirt and put it on. I slipped on the ring as I walked through the waves. I felt like I was in a wet T-shirt contest. Tom kept looking at my chest and I could see he got hard looking at me. It took me a while to get used to my new form. My breasts bounced and jiggled every time I moved. Now I know why they invented bras. My hair kept getting in my eyes. Tom came up behind me and tried to hug me. I pushed him away. I could feel his cock against my ass for a moment. This could be annoying. I slipped off the ring.
"Its time to go."
He jumped back. "What'd you do that for?"
"What did you expect? you're a guy and you were coming on to me. It's gross."
I walked back to the blanket, grabbed my bag and on to the bath house to shower and change. I slipped the ring back on and went into the woman's bathhouse. Like the men's it had a dozen or so toilets and changing rooms and a communal area for showers where moms can shower the kids without losing sight of them. (Usually the women wear bathing suits while showering but some don't.) I picked a shower, pulled the handle, stripped off the shirt and suit, and washed off the sand and salt. Fortunately someone before me left some shampoo and conditioner so I could do my hair. It took longer than I expected to get my brush through all the new hair. It does indeed run in waves half way down my back. I explored my body a little. Firm breasts, bushy cunt, thin body, don't think I'm as tall as I was. Good tanning though, no bra marks. I didn't have a clean towel so I put on my denim shorts. Don't have any panties that will fit and my other t-shirt. The clothes don't fit right but they'll have to do. When I got out of the showers, Tom was waiting for me.
"Hi Tom."
"Hi - Is that really you?"
"Yes its me. Let's go for a drive."
When we got into the car I told him we needed to talk.
"This is all new to me. I never thought about being a woman, or what it means to be a man. I like being a man, but I'm curious about being a woman. In a way I find I kind of like it. But mostly its very strange especially when you come on to me. You're a guy. I mean if I'm a woman I'm supposed to like guys and I can't blame you for finding me attractive. Looking in the mirror just now made me horny. But I still find women attractive. Just now there were four gorgeous women in there who I would have loved to make love to. I had a hard time not staring at them. I still feel like a guy and it weirds me out when you come on to me. I should just throw this ring away. It would make my life so much simpler."
"No, don't do that."
"Why, do you want it?"
"No..."
"You just want me to have it so you can have access to some friendly pussy."
"Um."
"I thought so."
"Well Tom, If you're going to be my lover we need to set some ground rules. First you're going to treat me like the lady I am. As equals. No hitting, abuse or talking down to me."
"Hang on, I just thought of something."
I pulled out my wallet. I checked my license. It had my new face on it but no name. That's weird. What do I call myself? I thought for a minute or so. Kathy, Karen, Jane, Susan, Jessie, Jenn, Jill, just who am I? How about Phyllis. and as I said that to myself the name appeared on my license and all the other ID's. So, some things aren't set in stone. I took the ring off and my name came back. I put it back on and Phyllis came back. Cool!
"Will you stop changing! It's hard to keep up."
"OK, just checking on a few things. Oh, yeah, back to the ground rules. If we do have sex, its at my pace. As I said, this is weird for me. I'm not sure I want to kiss a guy, especially you. At the moment the idea of letting you fuck me is even stranger. If we do have sex you need to use a rubber. At least until I get a chance to get some pills. The last thing I want to do is get pregnant. I'm not ready to be a mom and I've no idea what the magic in this ring would do if I got pregnant. In the meantime, drive to the malls. I need to get something to wear. God knows how I'm going to pay for all this new wardrobe."
We started in Walmart. I got a dozen matching panties and bras and a few thongs. I found I'm a 38C, 26 waist, 36 hips, size 10 in most things. I used to be 6'. now I'm 5'10. I feel sorry for Tom. We spent several hours shopping for clothes. I remember how much I used to hate shopping for clothes. Now it's kind of neat. I found a number of skirts, blouses and dresses. Some in pastels. I never used to like pastels. I also got a couple bikinis for the beach. Found a gorgeous dress with embroidered flowers and a wide straw hat. As we wandered through the stores I kept finding things I had to have. Lipstick, make-up (just a little), nail polish, pierced earrings, (didn't hurt as much as I expected), a purse to put all the stuff in. My old sandals and sneakers fit well enough but also got some heels and flats. By the end of the afternoon I'd spent almost $2000. So much for my trip to California this Summer. I'll have to stay at home instead.
"You about done? I'm bored and hungry " said Tom.
"I suppose so, where would you like to eat. How about some place nice."
By this time I was wearing a nice white blouse and peasant skirt, my sandals, panties, no bra, earrings, lip stick and nail polish. I just love to look at myself. Tom drove to Newport and we had dinner at the Black Pearl (a nice mid-range restaurant). We shared a bottle of wine and talked about the possibilities and what ifs.
"I find that the longer I'm a woman, the more the sight of men arouses me. A lot depends on the ring. What if we fall in love and I lose the ring. What if I get pregnant? What happens if I take off the ring when I am pregnant? Do I want to remain a woman? Do I want to be a man? Do I want to switch and experiment? If you'd asked me this morning, I'd have said want to be a man for the rest of my life."
After dinner, Tom bought me a pair of amber and silver earrings and some tea rose perfume and then drove to Ocean drive and walked along the rocks watching the waves. We found a comfortable spot and watched the sun set over Narragansett Bay. It actually felt nice to have a man snuggled behind me caressing my hair and stroking my cheek. He nibbled on my ear and slipped his hands under my blouse to caress my breasts. For some reason it felt right. So I let him. It felt so similar yet different. My nipples got hard and stiff. I felt like I was getting an erection and then I felt my pussy get wet. I wondered how much of a mess I was making. I reached my hand behind me and felt Tom. He's hard as a rock.
"Lets go home" I said.
"Sure."
He got up and straightened himself. Felt sorry fort him I know how uncomfortable it is. As we walked back to the car I couldn't help notice how right it all seemed. My clothes feel wonderful, the breeze flowing through my blouse and teasing my nipples. I'm so aroused I can't stand it. The wetness between my legs squishes.
On the way back to Narragansett I told Tom to stop at a CVS.
"Why?"
"Do you want to get laid or not?"
"Oh, yeah, right."
"Men, have to tell them everything."
When we got home I poured us both a glass of wine, lit some candles, then pulled Tom close and kissed him. I marveled at myself. This morning you couldn't have paid me enough to kiss a guy. I thought it was gross, disgusting and I'm not a fag. Now I want very much to kiss this man who's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. For some reason I love the smell, the feel and even the taste of him. Maybe it's the ring, maybe we were made for each other. Either way I pulled him closer and sucked his tongue into my mouth. He pulled me closer and I could feel his hands on my ass. I unbuttoned his shirt and then his belt and pants and then pushed him onto the bed with me on top. I pulled off his boxers and lay down next to him admiring his body. He was doing the same with my breasts. I gently caressed his cock and marveled at it, so like mine was: soft and silky yet hard and sturdy. So much like men themselves. I ran my fingers along it and into the drops of precome already oozing from the tip. I leaned forward and tasted him. Tasted just as mine did this morning a bit salty and slippery on my tongue. I have to admit it I played with my new toy. I've never been this close to a cock. Mine was some two feet away and I only got an end view. I sniffed it, nibbled on it, licked it, sucked it into my mouth as far as it would go. Tom moaned at this! I flicked my tongue over the end and then underneath.
At this point I slipped off my panties and scrunched up my skirt and sat on his face to get a better angle on his cock. He pulled me down to him and licked me from my vagina to my clit. A shiver went up me. I pressed harder against his tongue and sucked harder on his cock. He began to fuck my mouth with his cock and my pussy with his tongue. It felt heavenly, shivers kept going up me. All of a sudden he came in my mouth. I thought I would recognize the signs but I was so caught up in the sensations of my new body, his tongue on my clit, my breasts swaying under me, my long hair, the feel of his hot, hard, salty cock in my mouth and then the taste of his come. I used to find mine disgusting, now I want it, can't get enough of it. I drank what I could and licked the rest from his cock. As I was reveling in the taste and smell, I felt myself get closer and then I did come. I hung on as my body clenched him. After I calmed down I turned around so I could kiss him.
"You taste of come."
"Hmm, I wonder how that happened? Any more for a thirsty girl?"
I moved back to his cock, limp now after its fun. I gently licked it and sucked on it. It was so neat to feel it grow inside my mouth. It seemed to have a mind all its own (Don't they all?) until finally he was hard again. I unrolled a rubber on him and then straddled him. I teased him and me by sliding the head against my slit and along my clit. Finally I sank on it slowly savoring the moment. All too soon he was balls deep inside me. We both moaned in pleasure. Slowly, oh, so slowly, I rose and sank on him, fucking his cock, feeling him slide inside me. He got impatient and rolled me over. I looked down between my knees to see him between my legs sliding him into me repeatedly. I closed my eyes foe a moment to savor the sensation. I looked into his eyes and pinched my nipples as he fucked me. He pounded into me for what seemed like a while. It was his second come. I held him close as I came several times. Finally his breathing became ragged and he came inside me. The love I felt at that moment was overwhelming and I cried and cried. He was sure he'd done something wrong but finally I convinced him that everything was vary right.
Day 2
We spent the day fucking as often and in as many ways as we could imagine. So far I haven't gotten over the marvel of my new body. I love the looks I get when I'm on the beach or when someone opens a door for me. I haven't quite got the hang of high heels yet, but with time. I scheduled a doctor's appointment and started birth control pills. As long as I stay a woman I shouldn't have a problem. I'm not sure what would happen if I skip a day as a man. Probably be good to change to a woman for a few minutes to take my pill.
For some things I feel very comfortable in my role as a woman. I love the clothes and makeup. I'm getting used to peeing sitting down. I just love the feel of him fucking me and watching his hard cock enter me and feel it slide deep inside and then pull out slippery from me. This morning I played a fun/mean trick on him. We were in a 69 position and I remembered his view on sucking cock. He seems to think its filthy and disgusting. After a while, as I expected, Tom came in my mouth. I drank it and enjoyed every spurt. The sensuousness sent me to the edge and just as I started to come I slipped the ring off. My cock spurted into his mouth much to his surprise. He tried to pull away but I held him close until I finished. I slipped the ring on and turned around and kissed him - my come still in his mouth. He grumped for a while and I pointed out that he'd just come in my mouth, what's the difference? I was kissing him between words. A few minutes later when the opportunity presented itself, I slipped it off again and kissed him.
"Are you sure you don't want to try the ring? You might actually like kissing a man, let alone being fucked by one."
"I have to think about it for a while."
I kissed him and headed to the bathroom for a shower. He joined me a little later. We showered together. He tried to enter me from behind and I guided him to my ass. It wasn't my first time but I'm still not really used to it. It hurt a little at first but it quickly became more pleasure than pain. I leaned against the wall as he fucked me from behind. My breasts swayed from his pounding. I slipped off the ring. This time he kept fucking me. A few minutes later we both came, him inside me, me on the wall. I turned around and kissed him as a man. He didn't turn away. After a few minutes of kissing I felt him grow hard again. I slipped the ring on his finger. All of a sudden she was three inched shorter and I was kissing a gorgeous woman. She slid to her knees.
"Come in my mouth. she said."
I hadn't had a blow job in months, didn't take me long to come. She kept me aroused. She pulled me to the bed and pulled me on top of her and put a rubber on me. I slid into her easily - she was very wet. Because I'd already come twice I stayed hard a long time. I know now what a woman wants so I was able to help her come several times before I came. She handed me back the ring. I put it on and snuggled behind him. He lay there for a while and at last he spoke.
"It was fun but I don't want to be a woman. I don't see why you like it so much. I'd much rather be a man."
"You can stay a man. I'd much rather be a woman and make love to you as often as we can."
A year later:
Since then there have been a few times when I changed back into a man. When I was skiing and had to take a pee and couldn't wait to get to a woman's room so I went on the side of the run. I unzipped my fly and wrote my name in the snow for the last time. I never thought of myself as a snow bunny but it's the role I have. On the last run of the year I skied a run nude (the temperature was in the mid 80's). The breeze and the thrill made my nipples hard. We made love on the gondola up.
I also became male the first time I had my period. After a day or so, I felt that as messy as it is, I was missing something so I changed back. The other time was in a bar when a sleaze tried to pick me up. I changed to a man, stood up and asked "What is your problem? Do you really want a man?" His friends laughed and he looked shocked and turned away.
This past Spring I decided I want children so I stopped taking the pill. The past few days I felt sick in the morning and I missed my period. This morning I peed on the stick and it came out pink. I'm overjoyed and told Tom I'm pregnant and want to keep it. When I said that the ring sank into my skin and became like a gold tattoo. I'm a little scared at the idea of carrying a baby to term and having a huge baby come out my small vagina but I'm excited never the less.
Another year:
I had a wonderful baby girl. The pregnancy was OK from what I've been told. The labor was exhausting and hurt like hell. I've been breastfeeding for the last three months. What a wonderful feeling having a baby suckle me (despite the cramps it gave me the first week).