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Sheryl -- Part 1 by Laura Leigh
Michal began to awaken. Sunlight flooded through the drawn curtains, filling her bedroom with the warmth of morning. She stretched, spreading out across the smooth, cool sheets of her bed. She remembered the night before, a night of lovemaking and deep passion. Michal smiled; in mere days, she would soon have a new name.
Mrs. Cody Boyd. Michal liked the sound of those words.
She realized that she was alone. Cody was gone, and she could not hear him elsewhere in the apartment. She called out, hoping he had not left.
"Cody?" There was no response, but she heard a sound of movement coming from behind the closed bathroom door. Michal rose from bed, wrapped herself in her robe, and crossed over to the door. "Cody? You okay?"
There was no answer. She tried the doorknob, only to find it locked from inside. She began to worry. "Cody..." she began, a little more insistently, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"
There was a muffled reply. "Uh uh."
"Then what is it? Open up."
"Uh uh."
The voice seemed strange; it was like Cody's yet unlike it also. Michal wanted an answer. "Cody...open up or I'll call 911."
There was a pause of silence, broken by a strange voice from the bathroom. "Go sit on the bed and I'll come out." Michal frowned; the voice did not sound much like Cody. She moved away from the door and took a seat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the answer to the odd mystery.
The knob clicked with the metallic sound of a door being unlocked. After a few seconds, it began to open.
Cody emerged from the bathroom, wearing only the dress shirt he had worn the night before. Unbuttoned, it hung upon him strangely, as if it no longer fit the same way. His skin seemed more ivory than before, his cheekbones more prominent; he did not seem ill, just more slightly built. Michal moved to him and guided him to the bed, where he laid down.
"What's wrong, Cody? Look at you...you look like..." She paused, noticing that his chest and body no longer had the coverage of body hair it had before. His skin was smooth and hairless, as if it were the immature flesh of a child.
"I don't know," Cody began. "I woke up a couple of hours ago because I had to take a leak...you know? I've been having these cramps or something, like my insides are churning..." He closed his eyes as he lied on his back, atop the sheets.
Oh, no, Michal thought. Not this --
"How do you feel now?"
"Tired. Sleepy. Like I just ran ten miles."
Michal stood. "You get some sleep. That's all you need...sleep."
She knew it was a lie, but he needed to hear it. It would make what was to come easier on him.
Hours passed. Michal looked in on Cody every half hour and always found him sleeping comfortably. As the noon sun beat down upon the closed drapes of the bedroom, she walked in and found a upon him a visage very familiar to her, yet also unfamiliar somehow.
Cody's features were much softer and more delicate than they had been before. His skin was supple, his lips fuller and smoother than they had been. He no longer had any beard stubble at all, and no grayish indication of where a beard might be. His appearance was no longer rugged; in both face and body, Cody had become quite androgynous.
Michal held his hand, and found it somewhat smaller and softer than she remembered. His callouses were gone. Michal moved to the foot of the bed and found that his feet also seemed smaller and now had a distinct softness to them. The male hardness of his body had disappeared. Michal saw the changes in her fiance, knowing that something incredible was happening to him.
Mother! Damn it, not Cody. How could you...
Michal's mother possessed talents beyond science, beyond understanding. She always had, as had all of her female ancestors back in the old country of eastern Europe. Changing someone's sex was simple for a woman of such talents, especially when changing that person would ensure that he could never marry one's daughter, as was the case with Cody. Michal's mother had never liked the young man, but Michal never thought the woman would stoop to this to keep them apart.
Michal had seen her mother turn a boy into a girl twice before. The first time, the boy was a neighboring, sixteen-year-old crossdresser upon whom Michal's mother had taken pity once he had confided to her how much he wanted to be a girl. His transformation had been wondrous and utterly complete, and he joyfully embraced the new, female body the lady next door had given him. The other time, a man of thirty-four had raped a woman down the street but had managed to avoid prosecution due to a legal technicality. Michal's mother had taken it upon herself to sentence him with a punishment poetically fitting his crime.
Using her abilities, she forced him to spend the rest of his life not just as a woman, but as a woman who walked the dark, nighttime streets as a very busy, bargain-priced hooker.
In his sleep, Cody pulled one knee up and spread his thighs apart, repositioning himself. In doing so he revealed his naked crotch to Michal, barely hidden beneath the thin cotton weave of his shirt tail. Michal looked toward it instinctively, and her glance intensified as she realized that the configuration of shapes and shadows there beneath the fabric had become -- wrong.
Michal leaned closer and slowly lifted the shirt tail, exposing his genitals clearly. Michal's eyes beheld something that her mind did not want to accept.
The huge male member she had felt within her the night before during their lovemaking was gone. So were his testicles, leaving a smooth, continuous contour in their place. A sparse growth of pubic hair framed a new genital configuration.
It was a configuration all too familiar to Michal, for it was that which she herself possessed.
Cody had attained a normal, healthy vulva. His clitoris and vaginal lips were easily apparent in the light of the room, and Michal's gaze focused upon the place where his vagina disappeared into the depths of his abdomen. Its opening was wet; remembering her own puberty, Michal knew that signified that the former boy could already function as a sexually mature female. Michal, in denial, reached out and touched the flower's soft, pink lips in order to prove its solidity to herself. It was quite real. Cody, still asleep, moaned and moved slightly at her touch. A subtle smile crossed his lips.
His moan was distinctly feminine.
Michal loved Cody deeply and wanted to marry him, but that was no longer possible. Her mother had seen to that. What was happening to him was irreversible. Cody would have to live out the rest of his life as a woman.
Michal stood and backed away from the bed, her eyes locked upon the new female sex organs warmly nestled between her boyfriend's legs. Since he now had the same sexual equipment she had, never again could they make love as man and woman. For the rest of his life -- or rather, for the rest of her life -- Cody would have to take the same role during sex that Michal had always enjoyed, spreading his thighs in order to yield his vulnerable, waiting vagina to the penetration of some sexually aroused man's erect, hard penis. It would be the only form of intercourse normal for him now.
Michal took a deep breath and resolved to keep a cool head. She looked again at Cody's face, in light of her discovery, and realized that he was already quite pretty. Even without makeup, Cody looked every bit as much like a girl as she did.
Michal gently lifted Cody's shirt and checked his chest, but she found no breast development, not yet. Cody would take on all of the secondary sex characteristics of a normal girl, and Michal knew that it would happen before the day was over.
In a month, he would have his first period. Before that, he would be capable of getting pregnant.
Michal chose not to wake him, hoping to spare him the shock of what was happening for as long as possible. She walked into the living room and sat on the couch, trying to gather herself and figure out what would be the best way to handle the situation. Cody would be a twenty-year- old girl by the time he woke up, and Michal knew she would need to be there for -- her.
Another hour passed, and Michal walked quietly and apprehensively back into the bedroom. Cody was still out, sleeping harder than ever. Michal moved to his bedside, but before she got close she saw what the past hour had wrought upon her boyfriend 's body.
His shirt was lying wide open. Cody's breasts had finished their development and had become rounded, full and very generous in size, and his nipples and areolas had become those of a mature female. His entire body now had a classicly womanly shape; his shoulders and upper torso had narrowed and his hips had widened, creating the unmistakable hourglass figure of a well-built girl. His face was extremely pretty, and he was still smiling slightly in his sleep, his visage one of girlish sweetness. Michal wondered whether he was dreaming the dreams of a man or of a woman.
Cody's nails had grown to an inch and a half in length, and were very strong. His dark blond hair was long, very full, and shiny, and it spread upon the pillow as it softly framed his face. It had grown well beyond shoulder length, and Michal estimated that it would easily cascade halfway down his back.
Michal's mouth hung open. Not only had Cody become a girl, but his beauty was breathtaking. Michal's mind raced, and she struggled to formulate her next move.
A plan solidified; she acted upon it.
The cool-headed girl ran into the bathroom and picked up a pink storage tray containing her cosmetics and nail care items. She sat on the bed next to the heavily-sleeping Cody and quickly decided upon the look he should have. Then, starting with an emery board, Michal expertly shaped his long nails. She finished them off with a couple of coats of a glossy, deep red polish, and followed by doing his toenails as well.
Cody's complexion was so flawless that he needed no foundation. His brows had already diminished into classically feminine, perfectly- shaped arches which swept attractively above each eye.
"Damn, Cody, you're lucky," Michal whispered to herself. "What I wouldn't give to look like you..." Michal artistically applied subtle eye shadows and eyeliner, then accented Cody's dark lashes with mascara. She stroked blush onto his cheeks. With a lip brush, she covered his full lips with a dark red lipstick she usually wore herself.
Michal lightly misted Cody with an expensive perfume she had received for her birthday. Using scissors, she cut away the shirt he had been wearing, then, leaving the naked woman alone in the apartment for a moment, Michal threw the shirt and the rest of Cody's clothes into a dumpster near her apartment. Scanning her place for any other possessions of his, she found his car keys on the coffee table --
His car. She would have to hide it somewhere.
It took her twenty minutes to drive the car to a parking garage and take a cab back home. She had little choice but to pay the monthly storage fee for it until this bizarre situation had worked itself out.
Back home, she entered the apartment quietly. Thankfully, Cody was still asleep. Michal looked upon the nude woman on her bed, hoping her idea would ease the impossible feminine transition facing her former fiance.
Continuing her plan, she took a pair of her own panties from the dresser drawer and managed to slide them up Cody's smooth legs and around his hips. Guessing at Cody's sizes, she left a bra, pantyhose, and a dress on the bed, as if they had been laid there by an undressing woman. Michal dropped a pair of her own high-heeled pumps onto the floor next to the bed, after first making sure that they would fit Cody's feet.
A couple of ladies' rings were slid onto Cody's fingers. A delicate, femininely styled wristwatch went around his left wrist. A purse, prepared with personal items, cash, and the cosmetics and perfume Cody wore was placed on the bedside table. Michal took one final look at the sleeping woman, checking for overlooked details, then went into the living room to wait. A couple of hours ticked by.
It was done. Michal had outwardly completed Cody's transformation; he was now as much a woman as if he had been born one. She knew from past experience that he would awaken in a state of total amnesia, and that it would be easy to convince the new girl that she had simply lost her memory after a bout of heavy drinking. Cody would, of course, believe that he had always been the girl he now was, and a few suggestions would convince him that he was a girlfriend of Michal's.
Michal decided to name her Sheryl, after a friend Michal had known in high school. Sheryl Lauren Parker, formerly Cody Boyd, had joined the ranks of womanhood -- and her girlfriend Michal was going to make it as easy for her as possible. Michal still loved her, and only she could help her former fiance to adapt to her new, female existence. Physically, Cody was female, but socially, she might need a little help.
Damn it, Mother, Michal thought. The woman had always been violently opposed to their relationship, thinking that Cody was not good enough for her daughter. Michal was angry at herself for not guessing her mother's move, and even angrier that there was nothing she could do to undo what her mother had done.
Finally, about four in the afternoon, Cody woke up. He felt marvelously rested, with a feeling of inner well-being that filled him with warmth and contentment. His eyes still closed, he stretched out on the bed, enjoying the coolness of the smooth sheets beneath him. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and realized that he was not familiar with the room around him. He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
For an instant, a weight pulling against his chest felt odd and unfamiliar -- but the next moment, the sensation seemed perfectly natural and even enjoyable. He looked down to see the source of the feeling, and found the large, supple breasts that blessed his body. Cody felt pleased, filled with the self-esteem of a woman whose body was well-shaped and sexually attractive. He stroked his nipples lightly with his fingertips, noticing how lovely his nails looked against his soft flesh. That's strange, he thought, I don't remember having my nails done. They're so pretty, he thought --
Despite his pleasure in being female, his body somehow had a shadow of unfamiliarity. Spreading his legs slightly, Cody reached down into his panties and slowly ran the flat of his palm and fingers against the smoothness of his soft, warm vulva. His middle finger nestled deep into the central valley that carried under and behind, connecting his vagina with the cleavage of his rounded buttocks.
The young woman smiled slightly, dragging her fingers against her clitoris as she withdrew her hand from under the silky fabric. The odd notion that her body was alien to her fled away as she soaked in the glory of her softness. She held one leg straight out and watched curve-hugging ribbons of window light slide along her bare, silken skin. Her luxurious hair tickled her back and shoulders.
The woman quickly came to the realization that she was practically nude in a strange bedroom. The feminine trappings of the walls and furniture told her it was a girl's bedroom -- was it hers? She had no memory of who she was or how she had come to be in this place. She spotted the clothes on the other side of the bed and, naturally assuming that they were hers, picked up the white lace bra and slipped its cups over her breasts. The fit was not perfect, but was close enough. She fastened the hooks in back and adjusted the shoulder straps.
The woman pointed her toes and ankle and slid into the pantyhose she found. Once they were on, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her honey blond hair caught the sunlight like spun silk, surrounding her lovely face with a soft halo of feminine radiance. She was pleased by her beauty -- but the face she saw looking back at her was unfamiliar. Try as she might, the young lady could not dredge up the slightest memory of who she was.
She stood and slipped into the casual white dress that had been lying across the sheets, letting its soft, delicate fabric slide down her curvaceous form until it came to rest against her perfect figure. Hers was the body every woman wanted. She realized that, whoever she was, she must have worked hard to maintain such a beautiful shape. Looking into the mirror, Sheryl deduced that, despite her youth, she was the kind of woman who had always been well disciplined and health-conscious.
She liked herself, whoever she was.
Michal heard a sound coming from the bedroom. She slowly walked down the hallway, listening intently, and realized that Cody was awake. Michal took a deep breath, then began a charade meant to save Cody's sanity. "Sheryl?" she called out. "Are you awake?"
There was a momentary silence, followed by an uncertain answer. "Uh...yes," a voice said, in the unmistakable music spoken only by women. "I'm getting dressed."
Michal, silently reminding herself that the person she was about to see was her boyfriend, walked in to find her former lover fully dressed and slipping into the pumps Michal had dropped by the bed. Cody -- Sheryl -- was so lovely that Michal had difficulty believing that this pretty young thing had ever been anything but the girl she now was. The woman standing before Michal had to be 38-24-36, with a head-turning figure that would bring penises to full attention for miles around. For a moment, Michal forgot what she was going to say and stood speechless -- what do you say to a man who has just taken his first breath as the opposite sex, even if he thinks he has been female all along?
Michal gathered her wits and continued the charade, determined to appear relaxed and natural. "Well...about time, honey. You must have really had a wild time last night." For Sheryl's sake, Michal forced herself to push back every mental image of his previous form -- this girl is my friend, Sheryl. A woman, like me, now and forever -- even though her soul is still the same Cody I fell in love with.
And I'm still in love with her, Michal realized.
"I tried to wake you three times today, Sheryl, but you were out cold."
"I was?"
"Sure, hon. You barely made it to the bed last night. Didn't even bother to take off your makeup..." Michal looked at Sheryl's exquisite face carefully. "How do you do that? It looks like you just put it on. If I'd have slept in my makeup like that, I'd have smudged it all over by now. Even your lipstick's still perfect..."
"Last night?" the confused woman asked.
"Last night. You don't remember? I knew you were wasted when you got here, but I didn't know you were that wasted."
The girl sat down on the bed, trying in vain to recall the drinking binge this woman was talking about. Her mind was a total blank. Michal noticed that the curse had done its work well; the former boy was sitting and gesturing in a purely girlish fashion, for every shred of maleness, however insignificant, had been ripped out by the roots and replaced with impeccable femininity.
"To be honest," Sheryl began, shaking her head, "I can't remember anything. Not even where I am...or who you are."
"Me?" Michal acted. "You can't remember me? Your best friend since junior high? We're like sisters...come on, Sheryl..."
"No. I mean it. I...can't remember anything...not even my name."
Michal walked closer to Sheryl, concern on her face. "You're serious, aren't you...you really don't remember me."
"No," the girl said, hanging her head in confusion.
"Sheryl...I'm Michal. Michal Melossa. Ring a bell?"
The girl was obviously straining to recall memories that simply were not there. "Nothing. I'm sorry..."
"Did you fall and hit your head or something last night?" Sheryl slid her delicate fingers into her hair at the temples, gently massaging the sides of her head.
"I don't think so...nothing hurts."
Michal sat down beside the girl and put an arm around her shoulders. "Just take it easy, honey. It must have been the alcohol or something. I'm sure this is only temporary..it'll all come back to you soon."
Sheryl looked into Michal's eyes. However deeply Michal looked, past Sheryl's long, dark lashes and sensuous shadows, Michal saw only the hopeful eyes of a frightened woman. "Tell me about myself, Michal. Anything."
Michal had to really get inventive, now. "Well," she began, "you're the same age as me...twenty. We've been friends for nine years, ever since we met in the Girl Scouts. Your name is Sheryl Lauren Parker. You're between jobs right now, and you just moved out of your apartment. You were moving in with me tomorrow because your boyfriend threw you out...any of this sound familiar?"
"No. None of it." She sat there, struggling. "Why did he throw me out? Where are my things?"
"It's been a bad month, Sheryl. Brian fell for a college girl over at the university, and right now all you own is what you're wearing. Remember? You'd been sharing Brian's stuff, and that bastard threw away the few things that were yours alone. Clothes, records, everything. That's why you got smashed last night. Remember?"
Sheryl grasped at vapor, trying to recall the events Michal described. "I...think so...it's so hard."
"That's your purse over there...minus your wallet, which got pitched when everything else did." Michal saw the struggle in Sheryl's eyes. "Look...I'm here for you. Best friends forever. Until I take you shopping, everything I have is yours. Clothes, furniture, the car, everything. Okay?" Michal held her hand.
Sheryl smiled, and light filled Michal's heart. Somehow, there in the young woman's lovely, glossy smile, Cody peeked out. "Thanks, Michal. You're so sweet."
Sheryl smiled. She paused for a minute, then asked, "Brian and I...did we ever...?"
Michal, wanting to build up the new girl's feminine ego, smiled knowingly. "You don't even remember that? Honey, you told me you couldn't bend over to pick up a pencil without Brian yanking your dress up and your panties down...one time, you two even did it in the ladies' fitting room at Penney's. Anytime, anywhere."
"I wish I could remember..." she replied. Sheryl then smiled girlishly, slightly rubbing her thighs together. "Believe me."
"According to you, you two were so good in bed together you sometimes spent the whole weekend in his empty hot tub, naked and covered in body oil...having sex in every possible position. That's one reason you were so upset when..." She paused.
"When what?"
"Well...when you got home early and walked in on him day before yesterday..." Michal paused as if she did not wish to continue. "Honey, you found his college bitch naked on her hands and knees on the kitchen floor. Brian was on his knees behind h er and, well..."
"It's okay...go ahead."
Michal continued. "You said he pumped her for five minutes before they even noticed you standing there."
She paused, holding Sheryl's hand. "You stormed off. That's when Brian threw you out." Sheryl looked toward the floor with concern on her face, trying to remember. "I'm sorry, honey," Michal finished. "I shouldn't have told you...but I was hoping maybe you'd remember something as traumatic as that was."
Sheryl shook her head. "Nothing. Not even that. How could I forget that?"
Michal rose and walked toward the bedroom door. "Never mind. You're better off. I still can't believe he did that, especially after going with you for three years. Every guy in high school wanted you. Wanted to just be seen with you. You were the nicest and prettiest girl in school...homecoming queen, head cheerleader, the works. Brian was damned lucky...he's an idiot to have slept around on you."
"He was that good?" Sheryl asked.
"You were that good, honey. You." Michal found herself believing the fictional life she had invented for Sheryl. She even caught herself growing angry at a Brian who did not exist.
Michal headed down the hallway, and Sheryl stood and followed her into the living room. The skirt of Sheryl's dress flowed as she moved. "I'm so thirsty," she said.
Michal walked into the kitchen. "Right now, all I've got is Diet Coke and lemon tea."
"Coke, please." Sheryl sat on the sofa, crossing her long, silken legs and tossing back her dark blond hair. As Michal brought her drink out of the kitchen, she was again struck by how utterly female and attractive her former boyfriend had become. Sheryl was as comfortable with being a woman as any natural woman would be. The stark, impossible contrast with his previous form made Michal realize the extreme difference that existed between the sexes.
Since she has to live out her life in this body, Michal thought, at least she's a knockout. That'll make things nicer for her.
"Do you still want to go get your ears pierced today?" Michal asked, encouraging every shred of feminine self-image to rise to the surface. "A few days ago, you said you wanted to..."
"Sure...I guess," Sheryl said, taking the soda from Michal. "Thank you." She took a sip, leaving a lipstick print on the rim of the tumbler. "You're being so nice, Michal...I wish I could remember our friendship." She clicked her long, glossy red nails against the cold, wet glass.
"You will, Sheryl. You will. Just give it time."
Later, at the mall, the two girls walked out of a salon and into the crowd of shoppers. Sheryl's ears, now pierced, sported gold earring studs. She wore a red two-piece dress suit of Michal's, one with a curve-hugging waist and a V-neck that showed her ample bustline to its best effect. She had no trouble whatsoever walking in the four-inch heels of the red pumps she had just bought to match the dress. Unknown to Sheryl, her shapely legs, enticing cleavage and flowing figure had left the shoe c lerk with an erection he had barely managed to conceal.
The girls continued down the concourse, pausing occasionally to window shop. Michal looked at her attractive girlfriend, still astonished that this sensuous she-creature was the same person that had been her virile stud boyfriend only the day before.
Damn it, Mother, she thought. Well, I'll show you.
"I'm sorry I don't have any money of my own," Sheryl apologized. "How long was I out of work?"
"Going on four months," Michal answered. "Things are tough out there. Hey...don't worry about it. I'll never pull even for all the things you've bought me. I still owe you."
"That's so sweet. Thanks." Sheryl stopped to look at herself in a store front mirror. "Michal, do you think I should do something different with my hair?"
Michal watched the girl, pleased that she was happy with herself. "I like it fine, honey. But if you want to try a different style, maybe we can both go down and get a perm sometime in the next couple of weeks."
"Who did my nails?" Sheryl asked, admiring her soft, perfect hands.
"Oh...I did," Michal answered.
"You? You do such great work...you could do this for a living."
"I do, Sheryl..."
They laughed and continued along. As Michal marveled at the girl, she thought ahead to the trouble the future would bring.
She thought of phase two of the curse, the last element of Sheryl's transformation into a woman. It was the revenge factor of the entire spell, the aspect Michal's mother patiently awaited. It was meant to be a cruelly poetic justice, delivered against Cody for taking a chance on getting Michal pregnant out of wedlock.
One full year after Sheryl's feminine rebirth, she would be suddenly overwhelmed by an irresistable desire for sex with a man. Any man. Sheryl would have no control over herself; she would practically rape the nearest sexual male, and she would make sure that the man came inside her.
At that moment, Sheryl would get her previous memory back. Just after reaching orgasm. With the man's stiff penis still inside her. During conception.
With the hard, rigid cock of a male lover passionately buried deep inside her slippery, hot vagina, the woman, Sheryl, would suddenly find herself with a new identity. Pinned to a bed with a man atop her, trapped in the most womanly position possible and becoming pregnant at that very moment, all of her previous memories would flood her mind -- and the man Sheryl had once been would come alive once again.
Cody would suddenly and literally be a man trapped in a woman's body -- and he would know immediately that he was going to have a baby. It was meant to be more than Cody could handle, throwing his world into total chaos and driving him insane.
Michal did not know how to spare Sheryl that horrible experience, but she would think of something.
Sheryl walked into the house, tossed her purse onto the coffee table and fell back onto the sofa. It was after midnight. Tired, she laid her head back, eyes closed, resting her weary body after a hard day at work.
Sheryl had taken a job as a waitress at a new French restaurant in town. Her body perfectly filled the skimpy costume she wore while on the job, an outfit which made her look more like a French maid than anything else. Still in her revealing uniform, black seamed stockings, and black high-heels, she put her feet up on the table and let her hair down.
"That you, Sheryl?" a voice sounded from the bathroom.
"Hi, Michal," Sheryl answered. "I didn't think you'd still be up."
Michal walked out into the living room, wearing only her panties. She slowly approached Sheryl, stopping several feet away. "I've made a decision."
Sheryl looked up. "What kind of decision?"
"I know you can't remember yet, but you've gone through a lot of changes lately," Michal said.
"Me?" Sheryl responded, putting a hand to her chest. "Like what?"
"You wouldn't believe me. But we've grown close over the last couple of years. Very close. So close, that..."
Sheryl saw that Michal wanted to cry. She stood up and walked over to her. "I know...you got me through that rough period of mine. I guess I'll never know why I lost my memory like that."
"I do," Michal replied. "I know why." She stood, tears welling up. "I thought about this then, Sheryl, but I only now decided that it was the only way..."
"Thought about what?"
"Sheryl, a year ago...a year ago tonight...we were in love. We were going to get married. My mother did this to you in order to stop us."
Sheryl stepped back, stunned. "Did what to me? I...was gay? You are?"
"No, no..." Michal quickly corrected. "Not that. This is so hard to explain, but..." Michal held up a vial filled with a glowing, blue liquid. "I love you. I can't live without you as a part of me, not any more." She drank the fluid.
Sheryl grabbed the vial away from her, thinking it to be some kind of poison. She reacted too late; Michal had swallowed it already. Sheryl ran to the phone to dial 911. "You can't kill yourself..."
"It wasn't poison, Sheryl...I'm not going to die," Michal insisted, grabbing the phone out of Sheryl's hand and hanging it up. "It's nothing like that..."
"Then what? What is all this?" the confused woman asked.
In seconds, she had her answer. Michal's body, as she stood there, reshaped itself as if it was being formed by unseen hands. Her shoulders widened. Her hips narrowed. Michal's breasts, as if deflating, disappeared into the flatness of her chest and were replaced by solid, carved musculature. She grew taller, reaching six foot-one in height. Her long hair was replaced by a short, curly, dark style that was manly and dense. A man's body hair covered her form, which had grown hard and powerful. A large, generously built penis strained against the shrinking confines of the panties she still wore.
In three minutes, Michal had become a man. A figure like a greek god, somehow sculpted from the flesh that had been a pretty girl only seconds before.
Sheryl's mouth hung open in disbelief. "That's impossible..." she cried out quietly. "Nobody can change that way...how did you..."
The man moved closer; Sheryl instinctively shrank away. He sat beside her. "Sheryl...we can be together again. My mother didn't win this time." He smiled. "This'll kill her," Michal said, looking down at his muscled form.
Sheryl's lips struggled to form questions, but she couldn't think of any. She could only stare at the powerful man her friend had become. She was frightened -- yet something was irresistably drawing her to the new man. "Michal...why...?"
"Tonight, you'll understand. Please...you have to believe me. I love you, Sheryl...I'd never hurt you. I've..." he looked at his steel hands. "I've given up everything I've known so I can be with you again."
Michal reached out with his huge arms and picked up the girl. She felt incredibly light to him. Her arms went around the man's neck. "I don't understand..." Sheryl said, her eyes locked on his. Michal kissed her with the deep passion that had dr iven him to become a man.
"You will, honey. We belong to each other again."
Michal carried Sheryl to the bedroom. As they entered the room, the second phase of Sheryl's curse began to set in and something within the woman overrode her reason and yielded fully to Michal -- she willingly and enthusiastically let him strip her of every bit of clothing. An intense desire built inside Sheryl; as much as she wanted to breathe, she wanted sex with this man. She had never before had intercourse as a woman, for Michal had always managed to deter her from becoming that seriously involved with anyone she had dated. Now, for the first time in a year, they would make love, man and woman, their flesh merging once again.
The man was completely naked. Sheryl wore only her black five-inch heels, a pearl necklace, and dangly, matching earrings. Michal leaned over Sheryl, who had spread her legs wide as she sat on the bed, revealing her hot, ready pussy to him.
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From library.erc.clarkson.edu!ub!news.kei.com!uhog.mit.edu!bloom-beacon.mit.edu!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!news.sprintlink.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Wed May 10 17:04:55 1995 Message-ID: 180316Z10051995@anon.penet.fi Path: library.erc.clarkson.edu!ub!news.kei.com!uhog.mit.edu!bloom-beacon.mit.edu!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!news.sprintlink.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an105831@anon.penet.fi (The Archivist) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an105831@anon.penet.fi Date: Wed, 10 May 1995 17:54:07 UTC Subject: TG ARCHIVES: "Sheryl" (2/2) REPOST Lines: 402
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Sheryl -- Part 2 by Laura Leigh
"Michal...fuck me, Michal..." A horny woman had taken her over, forcing Sheryl to yield utterly. The pure sexual desire of a woman was all that drove the girl, now, for all reason and rational thought had fled away. She immersed a finger up to the knuckle into her hot, increasingly wet vagina and began to pump it in and out. "Fuck this pussy...let me feel you inside me..."
Michal, amazed at her words, looked down with equal amazement at his new cock. He watched as the woman instinctively reached out and massaged its wide, rapidly-lengthening shaft with K-Y jelly. Michal was captivated by the sensation of having the protruding organ, and he loved the feel of Sheryl's slippery hand upon it as it grew ever larger.
"Oh, yes..." Sheryl whispered in approval as she watched the shiny cock approach its maximum proportions in her hand. The woman wanted the growing tool slippery, long, and hard, and she wanted it inside her. Now.
For the first time, Michal felt his erection reach full size as his penis became long and completely rigid in Sheryl's slick, supple hand. The feeling of her lubricated grip sliding tightly up and down his huge shaft made him think he might come right then, but Michal managed to resist, knowing he must not only penetrate but impregnate Sheryl in order to help her. The woman hungrily guided the cock's hot and slippery form toward the wet deepness that awaited it; for a moment, its head pressed aga inst her vaginal lips teasingly.
"Ohhh...put it in, Michal...hurry...hurry..." the woman begged. "Push it all the way inside me..."
He took a final look at her virginity. When I saw this pussy appear that first day, Michal thought, I never in a million years thought I would be fucking it --
Michal pressed his hips forward and the cock's rounded tip and the first two inches of its length slid into Sheryl. She laid back, moaning her approval, with her silken legs high in the air and the man atop her. Michal closed his eyes in amazement and for the first time experienced the feeling of having one's cock immersed into the wet softness of a woman. The tightness of her vaginal lips rode up the length of his shaft as he pushed deeper into her, until finally he could drive no deeper.
Michal could not believe the sensations he felt. Sex as a man was nothing like he had imagined it would be; it brought out an aggression he had never felt as a woman. He had always loved Sheryl, but now he found himself wanting to conquer her, thus making her his own, and the feeling of her around his cock was indescribable. His penis seemed to rule his body as he rammed it into the woman, and the sexual tension building in his groin swelled unlike anything he had ever felt before. Michal's drives had fully become those of a man -- and he now saw women, including Sheryl, in the same sexual light as would any other man. He had spent his entire two decades of life female, but could no longer remember what it was like to have a woman's mind, a w oman's desires.
Only a year before, the lovers could never have imagined how much they would love their new lives after trading places with each other -- the woman now a man, and the man a woman -- his woman.
Michal drove his penis in and out of Sheryl, just as was done to him during his life as a female. The sensitivity of the head of his throbbing cock surprised him. His pace grew faster, more frantic. Sheryl moaned as he hit his stride, loving havi ng him inside her.
"It's...it's incredible," Sheryl said in a breathy whisper. She looked down between her jiggling breasts toward her vagina, hoping to watch his cock as it penetrated her, but to her disappiontment she could see only his pubic hair as it slammed repeatedly into hers. She could feel him inside her, though, and she dropped her head back onto the soft, warm pillow in joyful satisfaction. "I...want a...mirror...on the ceiling..." she moaned, her body rocked by his onslaught.
Michal's breathing grew louder and more rapid, like that of a wild animal. A heat flooded the hard muscles of his body as they tensed in sexual anticipation, flooding him with a carnal manhood he had never imagined. The woman beneath him was his, not her own and not anyone else's. His. His to do with as he pleased. His to love. A chauvenistic flame of satisfaction filled him as he conquered the girl beneath him, and he proudly continued staking his claim upon the woman.
After several minutes of loud, animal sex, Michal pulled his straining penis out of Sheryl's well-broken-in pussy and turned her over onto her hands and knees. He was in command, and Sheryl willingly submitted as he held her ass high in the air and reinserted his cock into her dripping cunt. It seemed to penetrate her more deeply from behind, and as his hips rhythmically slammed with a sharp smack into her wet ass, the woman began to utter a primal, feminine moan that ignited every shred of male ego he had acquired.
Her eyes were closed in sexual adventure. As he pounded away at her pussy, Sheryl imagined herself being penetrated by every stud from Selleck to Swarzenegger. She reached back under her and touched her lower abdomen, knowing that only a couple of inches away, up inside her, was his driving cock.
Sheryl dropped from hands to elbows. Her dangling earrings jingled in her ears and tickled her cheeks. She bit down on the pearl necklace she had pulled to her mouth, her lips reddening it with the lipstick she wore. Jostling with each pelvic impact, her heavy, excited tits rubbed against the sheets. Sheryl absolutely gloried in her passive sexual role, knowing that the ecstasy coursing along her overloading female nerves was the same as that which had burned within every orgasmic woman in the history of human sexual intercourse.
The flame inside Sheryl continued to build as his assault intensified. She felt something flaring to life down deep within her body, and as her arms and legs became wobbly she knew that it was finally happening. She was barely aware of his hard, iron hands tightening around her hips, locking her onto his rod as his own passion grew. The steadily building pleasure inside the woman suddenly shot through the roof, and her body shut down.
Sheryl's orgasm exploded within her. She could not breathe, could not think, could not move. Her body had been taken over by a pleasure so intense she would never be able to describe it. Sparkles flooded her closed eyelids and she clutched at the cool sheets like a drowning woman would clutch at a life preserver. Her nails dug into her palms. She did not feel it.
Sheryl cried out in an unstifled scream of female ecstasy. Steaming vaginal fluids gushed from her filled pussy, drenching Michal's cock and crotch with its musky scent. He suddenly felt the friction of her tunnel around his shaft disappear, and for several moments he could barely feel her at all. He kept pumping her, more heatedly than ever, building the heat of friction despite the added lubricants her pussy had poured out.
Michal had felt Sheryl climax and knew that he could hold back no longer. His own orgasm rose and burned within him, swollen beyond any hope of containment. His thighs tensed like steel and he made one last, deep plunge into her wet softness. His eyes slammed shut and he held her buttocks tightly pinned against him as every nerve in his body overloaded with fire and pleasure.
He had no control over his body, not any more. The sexual muscles within his groin locked down into hard spasms and unstoppably began to ejaculate deep within the woman. Her own orgasm had faded, its work done, and Sheryl had regained control of her body and senses. She closed her eyes and smiled as she felt the man's hot cock throb with fierce contractions and forcefully, pulsingly spray its boiling come into the depths of her body.
"Yes...yes..." Sheryl moaned, her voice one of both womanly fulfillment and triumph. "Finally..."
The warmth of the semen spread until it flooded her abdomen, and having the man's seed inside her made Sheryl feel more female than ever. Never before had a man come inside her, but something deep within her knew she needed him there. She longed to be pregnant with Michal's child, and she somehow knew that now she would be.
Then, like flipping a switch, memories of her male life flooded back, overriding her female self-identity. She realized that she was not a woman named Sheryl Parker -- she was a he, a man named Cody Boyd. Despite his woman's body, he was a man; the realization that another man's erect penis was inside him, filling him with hot semen was too much to bear.
For an instant, Cody panicked and tried to break away from the man's iron grip in a pointless attempt at preserving the vestige of mental manhood that still existed within his female flesh. It was useless, for the man was just too powerful for Cody's lesser, feminine strength. Cody was locked against the man, the cock still deep inside him. He began to lose his mental grip.
But then, another feeling quickly rose up and reassured Cody of the wondrousness of his womanhood. Cody calmed at once and relaxed as something new and wonderful flooded his mind and became a part of his very identity, his very being.
He remembered the transcendent, eternal love he held for Michal. Before, that love had been for a woman, but now, somehow, it had transformed into love for this wonderful man. Cody was deeply in love with Michal, the man Michal. Finally, they were together again, though things between them would never quite be the same as before.
They would be better. Sheryl rose up within Cody again, her identity melding into him, becoming one with him. She grew stronger as Cody realized that he loved being Sheryl -- loved being the woman he had been for the past year. The person of Cody gladly yielded to Sheryl, melting into her, creating a single, female identity that began to realize in full just what it was that the future now held for her.
It was now Sheryl who would be the wife and mother, instead of Michal, and she did not mind that. In fact, she found that she loved the idea. I'll be the bride at my wedding, Sheryl thought. A smile crossed her soft lips.
Sheryl glowed with the knowledge that she was a woman who was going to have a baby. She was hopelessly and gloriously in love with the father of her child -- and he was hopelessly in love with her.
Sheryl excitedly accepted that she would now be the woman in their marriage partnership, for her short life as a girl had been far more enjoyable and fulfilling than her male life had ever been. She loved the clothes, the makeup, the intangible feeling of being a beautiful woman. The attentive whistles from men. The roundness of her body. The camaraderie with other girls.
She now understood how much Michal had given up for her in becoming a man, and the momentarily-reborn male identity inside Sheryl gratefully stepped aside forever as her love took hold and embraced her new relationship with him. She smiled, for they had defeated the plans of Michal's mother and there was nothing the old bitch could do about it now. Mother Melossa, I'm one of you now, and you've never seen a girl who'll fight as hard as this one. I'm going to marry your son and have his baby, and maybe, just maybe, we'll invite you to the wedding.
For the first time in a year she remembered her own mother, and realized that in becoming a woman she had become the daughter her mother had always wanted. Like her mother, it would now be her place to bear her husband's child, and when the time came she would joyfully give birth, Michal at her side. With her own breasts she would nurse her baby, just as her mother had nursed her.
Her widowed mother lived alone, and Sheryl knew that the woman she had always called Mama would embrace the lady her only child had become. She had always prayed for a daughter. Now, mother and daughter, they would both joyfully anticipate the birth of Sheryl's baby, and a very happy Mama would finally be a grandmother.
Michal finished coming as his orgasm diminished. Still standing behind Sheryl, he gently caressed her smooth back and pulled his still-rigid cock out of her; his seed was delivered, and it had found fertile soil. His semen coated her vaginal opening with its sticky viscosity, and it began to run slowly from her still-stretched pussy as she took a new position on the bed. Sheryl, wanting to experience every aspect of her lover's body, got on her knees in front of Michal as he weakly stood at the b edside.
His erect penis hung just a whisper away from her supple, red lips. Voraciously, Sheryl licked its head like a lollypop, cleaning it of the semen that coated it. That done, she took it into her mouth.
She tasted her own vaginal juices on him, and for several minutes she hungrily sucked and licked the shrinking organ. With her long, polished nails she lightly tickled his balls, taking the cock down her throat until her lips met a dead end at its base. Sheryl sucked hard on the penis, which was still large though it had become but a shadow of its fully-erect self. She felt a tickle on her leg, and realized that his spent come was running down the inside of her thigh.
She continued sucking for nearly ten minutes, trying to bring the cock back to sexual life. Finally, Michal responded to her oral massage and Sheryl felt the cock growing within her mouth as it once again rose to the occasion. Feeling it swell against her tongue excited her; Michal moaned, caressing Sheryl's hair as she expertly brought him back to orgasm.
"That's it, Sheryl...any minute, now..." Michal said, his breathing becoming deep and a little irregular. His sex drives were solidly masculine, now; he had become completely accustomed to having a cock, and having Sheryl sucking it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. He was, irreversably, a heterosexual male who wanted sex with this woman and no one else. "It's coming, baby...it's...it's..." His thighs again tensed. His face contorted with the pleasure pain of the orgasm.
A penile convulsion pressed against Sheryl's tongue and a sudden, powerful rush of hot cream flooded the back of her throat. Its boiling saltiness almost burned as spasm after spasm of new come prickled against her tonsils. Her tongue fought to swallow the thick, slippery substance as fast as he was producing it, but Sheryl had trouble keeping up with what seemed like quarts of rushing semen.
Finally, his orgasm ended and Sheryl took a few final swallows of his come. She gently sucked on his hot cock as it once more began to shrink away, this time in the woman's mouth. She hungrily mouthed the organ with a loud, slurping sound until it became flaccid and small, much to Sheryl's dismay. She looked up into his eyes and smiled a sexy, innocent smile that made Michal glad to be male.
"I got lipstick all over it," she girlishly giggled. "It's your shade."
"That was...incredible," he said weakly, collapsing onto the bed. "I never knew sex could be like that."
"Neither did I," Sheryl said seductively. "But now that I do, I intend to spend a lot of time perfecting my technique." She symbolically sucked her index finger. "Practice makes perfect. A few months from now, I want to be able to suck an egg out of a Coke bottle...and make the bottle come."
They lied down beside each other, caressing each other's bodies and feeling each other's heartbeats. Deep love blanketed them, bonding them together inseparably and for all time. Sheryl lightly ran a long, glossy red fingernail over Michal's lower lip, then slid her fingers into his hair. She looked deeply into his dark, strong eyes, feeling the warm, feminine glow that filled her -- and made her feel complete, at long last.
"I'm going to have your baby," Sheryl somehow knew.
"I know," Michal answered. "How do you feel about that?"
She smiled, her eyes closed in delight. "Mmmmm..."
"It's our baby. Ours."
"I love you," Sheryl whispered.
Michal smiled. "You remember everything, don't you?"
Sheryl nodded, lovingly looking into his eyes. "For a moment, there, I was a man again..." She caressed her breast lovingly. "But it went away. This is the person I want to be." She stroked his hair. "You did so much for me...I want to cry when I think of what you must have gone through that first day, when I woke up as a woman. How did you stand it...knowing for a year that the man you loved and wanted to marry had become a girl? Seeing me every day, living here under your own roof...I coul dn't have taken it."
"I love you, Sheryl. More than life itself. I knew that somehow we'd get back together again. We had to...I couldn't have lived, otherwise."
"But you paid such a high price to make it happen." She ran a hand along his hard, well-muscled thigh. "Do you like it? Being a man, I mean?"
"I love it...I'm with you again. How do you feel, living as a woman?"
"I love it. Beyond words." She kissed him again. "How did your mother do this to me? And what you did to yourself..." She stroked his stomach, running her fingers through the short black hair that grew there. "This is permanent, isn't it? I mean, we'll stay this way, won't we?"
Michal smiled, holding her against him. "For the rest of our lives. For better or worse, just as if we'd been born this way." He looked at her gorgeous face; he had a new appreciation for her beauty, now that he looked upon her with a man's eye. "It's a very, very old magic. Brought over from the old country..."
"I thought things like that were just fiction...old legends."
"No, its real. I think we're proof of that. My mother seldom uses it...only when she thinks she has to. Spells and curses. She got my father to fall in love with her that way. I guess she wanted to see to it that you and I could never get married. She could have done things simply and made you hate me, but her idea of poetic justice was changing you forever into a woman...forcing you to have a baby."
"Remind me to send her a thank you note." Sheryl kissed Michal lightly on the lips. "I've never been this happy."
They held each other for a moment, Sheryl pressing her softness into the strong body of her future husband. She smiled her lovely smile. "Let's get married...I don't want to wait." He looked down at her. "Make me an honest woman," Sheryl kidded.
"First thing in the morning," Michal replied, kissing her on the forehead.
She kissed him again. "You realize there isn't a stitch of clothing in this apartment that will fit you any more? I guess I get all your dresses and pumps. Not that you'd want to wear a dress, now..."
"Guess I'll have to go naked for a while."
"That would be fine with me, but the neighbors might complain. I'll pick up a few things for you tomorrow...before the wedding." Sheryl stifled a chuckle. "It just occurred to me that, in you alone, your mother has lost a daughter...and gained a son."
They kissed, deeply and long. The lovers had, in essence, switched sexes with each other, but it did not make any difference. And they had done so joyfully, for they were together once again. As they fell asleep in each other's arms, Sheryl realized that she would soon have a new name.
Mrs. Michal Melossa. Sheryl liked the sound of those words.
FIN
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