The Aztec Earings

Published on Jun 24, 2001

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THE AZTEC EARRINGS by K. Moore

CHAPTER ONE - ARRIVAL ON THE ISLAND

I have always seen movies and read books about people who led "double lives," like spies, serial killers and so forth, but never in my wildest dreams did I expect that I might one day experience their world in a fashion so incredible that only a person with a super imagination could believe!

It all started about a year ago when I went on a camping trip with my best buddy, Ron. Ron and I had always enjoyed outdoor spots that very few people knew about. We had gone to various wilderness areas in the Southern United States, never ceasing to marvel at the just how far away from humanity we could get. Caves, canyons, mountain crags...you name it, we went there! This time, we had planned an excursion to an island off the coast of Florida that had been designated a National Wilderness Area. It was so deserted and inaccessible that we actually had to charter a boat to drop us off on it, directing the captain to pick us up after a five day stay.

We talked with our boat captain on the way out, and he informed us of the myths and legends associated with the island. He told us of a mystical tribe of Indians said to have once inhabited the place. Supposedly, they were the remnants of the Aztec tribe conquered by Cortes way back in the early 1500s. When the conquistador had arrived in their Mexican city, the Aztecs were known for their peace-loving artistic way of life. They worshipped a female sun god, and for them, life and all its pleasures were gifts to be cherished and revelled in. Once Cortes had massacred their leader and their people, most of the Aztecs that were left were forced into a life of slavery and slow assimilation into the culture of their Spanish conquerors. Only a few remote pockets of Aztecs refused to bend to the harsh ways of their uninvited guests. One of these rebellious bands supposed fled to the north into what was to become the U.S., taking with them their mystical charms designed to reinforce their religious and social beliefs. This band, said our captain, eventually found peace on the island that was to be our destination. There they lived happily for about a hundred years, growing more and more dedicated to their faith in the feminine sun god and the wonders of fertility and joys of the flesh that she had bestowed on them. They believed, said the captain, that all earthly things were originally female in nature, and thus there was no greater honor than to be a woman in their tribe. Various stories had been told by sailors of the time of the incredible, almost mystical beauty of the female inhabitants of the island. People who had supposedly been shipwrecked on the reefs surrounding the island had been taken in, nursed back to health and shown only love and compassion by these perfect specimens of femininity. It was said that many sailors, upon being made aware of these incredible people, decided to forego their lives on the land and live out their days in this tropical Garden of Eden. In fact, said the captain, there were so few sailors who chose to return to the mainland, that their stories were largely looked upon as fabrications, especially when they pointed out the fact that the only males on the island were outnumbered by the women by at least two to one, and that of those few males that were there, all were no older than their teens! As we neared the island, the captain finished his story by saying that a great hurricane struck in the mid 1600s, completely submerging the island and all its inhabitants. The storm was so strong, he said, that the island resurfaced only after fifty years, leaving no remnants of its former civilization. Since that time, archaeologists had found only a few pottery shards and broken building materials...nothing that could ever prove or disprove the many stories told about the last tribe of the Aztecs! Now, the captain told us, only a smattering of vacationers and hearty campers like ourselves went out to the island, bringing back stories only of beautiful and secluded sand, sun and sea!

After hearing these stories of our island, Ron and I were only more excited about spending some time there. Since there was no dock, the captain let us and our gear off in a little rubber raft about 100 yards from shore, saluted us, and told us he would be back in 5 days. As we paddled for the beach, listening to the rapidly diminishing growl of our boat's motors, we were both grinning with the thought of the adventure that awaited us!

CHAPTER TWO - - THE DREAM!

We made camp not far from where we beached our rubber raft and walked around surveying our beautiful island. No one could have wished for a more incredible place! The beach was filled with sand as fine as sugar granules, and the ocean itself was as blue as the sky on a cloudless day in paradise! The island was only 3 miles across at its widest point, and in between the shores was a pine and rock forest filled with dense vegetation and beautiful tropical flowers. We were in heaven! That night, we ate a typical camp meal, then drank and talked under the starry sky feeling the soft, cool breezes and hearing the tranquil sound of the waves lapping against the beach. I crawled into my sleeping bag early and fell asleep with a smile on my face, dreaming of the beautiful Aztec women of the captain's tales.

One of my dreams was especially vivid. I remembered walking through the forest being led by the hand of a dazzling dark haired beauty clad only in an animal skin bikini. She was laughing at me and hurrying me along, turning fully around every now and then to show me her beautiful flashing white teeth and sexy flowing hair. Her supple, silken body with all its incredible curves and long tanned legs only added to my encouragement to keep up with her. After a short time, we came to a clearing in the forest bounded by a large outcropping of rocks that towered above me. As graceful as a deer, she leapt up onto a ledge a few feet above the ground and beckoned to me to join her. I jumped up with considerably less grace and took her small hand when she offered it to me. With her help, I pulled myself up onto the ledge and into her grasp. With a tinkling giggle, she nestled her body into mine and wrapped me up in her arms. I felt her warm, soft lips against mine as her firm breasts pressed against my chest. My hands traced the pliant curves of her back and waist as we kissed, her hands roaming over my chest and shoulders. She broke the kiss and stepped back from me, placing my hands on her breasts. With a wonderful passionate sigh, she tossed her head back as my hands began to squeeze and play with her nipples. I bent toward her and felt her hands on the back of my head pressing my mouth into her cleavage. She murmured girlish sounds of approval as I suckled her breasts, her hands running through my hair and over the sensitive skin of my neck. After a moment of this, she took my face in her hands, kissed me once lightly, and then motioned for me to look around at our surroundings. I took in the rocky vista that was in front of me, noting the little cave that was just off to my left. Then she wrapped me up again and I felt her hands travel down toward to my crotch as we kissed again. My cock had grown extremely hard already, but when I felt her hands go inside my shorts, it seemed as if it would explode! With her mouth against mine and both her hands squeezing my manhood, I heard her utter the only words that I would ever hear her say. In a soft whisper between kisses she sighed, "Remember, my love, and join us!" Her manipulations had brought me to near climax, but just as I was reaching the point of no return, she suddenly began to shimmer and grow transparent. The next thing I knew, I was inside my sleeping bag with a throbbing erection! As I came out of my dream, I could swear that I could still feel the warmth of her body next to mine and hear her delicious passionate laughter. I lay back in my bag watching the sun rise and luxuriating in the souvenirs of my dream.

CHAPTER THREE - DISCOVERY!

As we prepared our breakfast, I asked Ron if he had had any strange dreams the previous evening. He replied that he had been so tired and happy that it would have been too much work to have dreams! Not being a believer in the "reality" of dreams, I shook mine off and put it down to having an active imagination. The plan of the day was to explore our paradise from stem to stern. We decided to start on the north side of the island beach and hike all the way around it if we could. The day was as pleasant as could be...warm but not hot, and with a steady sea breeze that cooled us off constantly. It was during one of our many breaks that something strange occurred. I was half-dozing in the sun with my eyes closed, letting my mind wander, when I could swear that I heard a soft feminine voice murmur in my ear. I couldn't be sure, but I thought it had said something like, "We're here," and "Find us!" I immediately opened my eyes and sat up, but all I saw was Ron sipping a drink and the beautiful horizon of sea and sand. He looked at me curiously and raised his eyebrows questioningly. Not wanting to appear a total fool, I told him that a mosquito had bitten me and let it go at that. He nodded and said that we should probably get started again. As I strapped on my pack with the woman's voice still reverberating in my head, I looked inland at the forest. Something about it looked familiar. As if by pure instinct, I motioned to Ron and suggested that we explore the inland for a while. He agreed, and we veered away from the beach into the forest. Though the undergrowth was thick, we both expressed surprise that it was not nearly as inaccessible as on the other side of the island. In fact, it was almost as if there had once been a path along the route we were taking!

As the trees began to hide the sun, the forest took on a mysterious look. Ghostly shadows hung from everywhere, and the absolute silence made us feel as if we were in an arboreal cathedral. Again, I was struck by the familiarity of it all...I was certain I had been here before, when of course, I could not have been. As we walked along experiencing the wonder of this hauntingly beautiful place, it suddenly dawned on me that this was place I had visited in my dream! It was enough to make me think again about my disbelief in the "psychic" nature of dreams. I had had deja vu before, but never anything like this. I took over the lead from Ron and felt as if my feet had taken on a life of their own and were guiding me to a specific place. Sure enough, after only a few minutes, we came to the clearing in the forest that I so vividly remembered from my dream. There was the rock garden that I had kissed my fantasy woman on, and there was the ledge that she had so nimbly jumped atop. Ron sat down, his eyes moving back and forth over the fantastic scenery. "Wow! Look at this place!" he said, "I could sit here forever and look at this!" "You do that," I said, "I'm gonna take a look up here." I climbed up onto the ledge, knowing what I would find. There it was; the view, the rocks, the cave...everything from my dream. I knew what I had to do. I took out my flashlight and brushed away the cobwebs from the entrance of the cave. The opening was a tight squeeze, but I managed it, and with a little effort, I found myself able to stand upright in a small room. I shone my flashlight against the wall and saw with delight the faded cave paintings there. They were expertly drawn, but the ages and their time underwater had reduced them to bare outlines. I looked closely at one of the murals and could make out a group of wonderfully drawn beautiful women dressed in colorful costumes. Another showed two naked women embracing each other passionately. I was just about to shout for Ron when my beam played upon small half-buried metal box in the corner of the cave room. Excitedly, I ran over to it and dug it out of the sand. The top of it was worn to perfect smoothness and badly tarnished, but I realized that it must have been made of silver. The clasp was rusted, but with a bang of my flashlight, it came off. I opened it up and gently dumped out the sand that had gathered inside of it. As the sand fell to the ground, my beam hit upon something that glinted merrily in the light. There, lit by my flashlight was a pair of beautiful gold earrings. They were small, but the delicate metal sculpting was astonishing! On each one, there was a carving of the head of a beautiful Indian woman in a sort of helmet-like headdress. Her face was exquisite with huge alluring cat-like eyes and high elegant cheekbones. So detailed was the metalwork that the earrings looked almost like a portrait painting. I stared, nearly hypnotized by their beauty, when the sound of Ron coming into the entrance of the cave started me back to reality. "You down there?!" he shouted, and I responded, "Yeah! Come look!" Before I realized what I was doing, I had closed the box with the earrings inside and slipped it inside a hidden pocket in my pack. I felt a little selfish hiding my discovery from my good friend, but something told me that it was the right thing to do. As his light came into view, I gleefully shouted to him, "Look at these paintings! They must be hundreds of years old!" He gave a low whistle as his light ran over the murals. "Guess those stories the captain told us were at least partly true!" he said. We looked at the cave walls for a while longer and even dug around in the sand floor, hunting for artifacts, but found no more. As we exited the entrance, we talked excitedly about the importance of our find. "The archaeologists are going to eat this up!" Ron said as we made our way down from the ledge. Suddenly, we felt a strong gust of wind and heard a rumble of rock. We looked up just in time to see a large stone teeter and fall from the top of the bluff! We scrambled to get out of the way as it tumbled violently down the face of the cliff and came to rest right in front of the cave entrance, sealing it off completely! "Or not," I said forlornly as small pebbles bounced around us. "Now, why did that happen?" Ron said...."That boulder must have been barely hanging up there!" We climbed back on to the ledge to inspect the damage and realized that only a few sticks of dynamite would allow anyone to enter the cave again. "Oh well," I said, "we can still tell people about it."

CHAPTER FOUR - MAGIC!

We talked about how lucky we were on the way back to our camp, still marvelling at how we, of all people, managed to find something that professionals had missed for all these years. I thought about the dream that had pointed the way for me, and why I had unsharingly taken the earrings and jewelry box for myself. I could gather no plausible conclusions, and decided to leave it alone until I could get a better look at my finds. We trudged tiredly into camp at just about sunset, and it was all we could do to prepare dinner and collapse into our tents. I waited until I heard Ron begin to quietly snore before I got the box out of my bag. In the light of my flashlight, the earrings were just as beautiful as I remembered. The woman in the gold looked back at me with her enormous eyes just as before, but I could swear that this time she had a smile that had not been there before! Probably just my imagination again I told myself. I turned one earring over and examined the back. There was a small peg on one side, and opposite it was a tiny bar with ridges on it. The workmanship on this artifact was amazing and I could tell by pushing the bar and peg together that the mechanism was still working even after all these years. Just to prove it to myself, I undid the clips and reached up to put the earring on my earlobe. With a little snick, the bar and peg came together with my lobe between them, fastening the earring securely to my ear. I removed my hand tentatively to test how secure the earring was attached. It didn't move, even when I shook my head a little. It was kind of fun feeling the weight of it on my ear, and, for some reason, I was also feeling a little pleasant warmth emanating from around my ear. I decided to test the other one, and it was then that my life changed forever!

The other earring fit just as snugly as its counterpart, but as soon as both earrings were securely attached, I felt the peculiar warmth grow much more intense. Suddenly, it was as if my body had been taken hold of by dozens of strong hands. I couldn't move an inch! The warmth around my ears began to spread to other parts of my body and I could feel myself being twisted and wrenched from the inside out. The feeling wasn't exactly painful, but I was terrified! What was happening to me? I tried to cry out for Ron, but found that my voice, like the rest of me, was paralyzed as well! The warmth turned into an electricity that tingled throughout my every limb. I felt my body spasm, forcing my head forward so that I now looked down from my sitting position. With uncontrollable shakes and twitches, I saw what I could not believe. My formerly broad and hairy chest had shrunken and become entirely devoid of hair...My legs, equally hairy and masculine had taken on a feminine smoothness and become girlishly shapely. My body shook again, and I saw out of the corners of my frozen eyes that there was now long black hair surrounding my face and growing longer by the second. My chest, even smaller than when I had last looked at it was suddenly swelling around my nipples. I watched with horror as my nipples expanded to twice, then three times their normal size, their color changing from my normal dusky brown to a bright pink. The area around them was metamorphisizing even faster than they were, swelling quickly until they had become an astonishingly ample woman's bosom! I felt my head thrown back as my body was wracked again with another spasm. My eyes rolled back in my head, and though I was blind to the changes that were taking place, I could feel each and every one of them. My flesh seemed to crawl, taking on a new texture and rearranging itself in different proportions. I felt a thousand tingles around my face as my cheeks quivered and puckered as they changed while my lips underwent a swelling sensation that made them feel heavier and larger. Even my nose was not immune to the transformation as I felt it shrink and become smaller. I thrashed once again with an even more powerful spasm, feeling my very bones shifting within me. At the same time, I could feel the area around my waist tighten and shrink while my hips broadened and became rounder. By this time, I could feel myself regaining some body control though the electric tingles were still swirling all over me. I could hear my breath gasping through my mouth, but I subconsciously noted that the gasps I was hearing were nothing like I was used to...They seemed breathier...Perhaps even daintier? Suddenly, the last of the tingles concentrated their force around my crotch. I felt an almost unbearable heat between my legs that just as suddenly began to abate into a pleasant warm sensation. As the tingles finally subsided, I found myself almost able to move freely. Exhausted, I fell back onto my sleeping bag, unexpectedly finding that I now had a cushion of ebony hair that I hadn't had before. Still gasping for breath, I brought my hands up to my face to wipe the perspiration from my forehead. Even by the dim light of the flashlight that had been tossed about during my spasms, I knew that the hands that were caressing my face were not my own. They were small and delicate with tiny wrists and long feminine fingernails. In fact, not only were my hands not my own, but my face was just as unfamiliar! Instead of finding the coarse black beard that I had worn for 15 years, my new hands played over soft cool hairless skin! I traced the outline of my nose, finding it to be just as small as I had imagined during my transformation. My tiny fingers pinched thick sensitive lips and a ran lines over a mouth that was much wider than my own had been. As my heavy breathing slowly came back to normal, I was aware of the extra weight on my chest heaving up and down with my gasps. With an effort, I propped my head up with my elbow, blowing away stray strands of black hair that swirled about my face. I looked down at my chest and saw that what I had hoped was a dream was, in fact, real!!! There, before my eyes, were two proud and firm breasts perched atop a flat stomach and narrow chest. My large nipples were perfect pink roses standing at attention. With my left hand, I moved to touch these strange things adorning my body. As I grasped one of them, I was amazed both at the sweet softness of it as well as its extreme sensitivity. I clutched at my new breasts in amazement as one pinches oneself to wake up. I didn't wake up! In fact, my ministrations had had an effect on me that I didn't expect...I found myself growing aroused, but in a fashion far different from my usual masculine self. I could feel a pleasant warmth between my legs as I kneaded first one breast, then the other. I was just about fully recovered now, so I sat completely up with both hands still cupping my breasts. It was stunning how easily and lithely my body now bent upward with almost no effort! I eased one hand into my shorts, almost resigned to what I would find. Sure enough, as my dainty fingers explored where only moments before a decent sized cock had been, I felt a small fringe of trimmed pubic hair surrounding a throbbing moist slit. Heat radiated from it, and when I felt a finger slip inside of myself, I heard a voice that was not mine utter a high pitched moan of pleasure. I could have easily gotten lost in the wonderful sensations of exploring my new body, but, logical man that I am, I snapped back to reality and put aside my explorations for later.

I reached for the flashlight, momentarily distracted by the movement of my new breasts as I leaned toward it. With my light in hand, I opened my little shaving kit and got out the tiny mirror I carried with me. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself before I looked in it. Even though I thought I was ready for what I would find, nothing could have prepared me for the sight of an exquisite young woman's face staring back at me from the mirror. She had a beauty so rare that one would consider oneself lucky to behold such a sight of feminine perfection once in a lifetime! Behind dark curly lashes, enormous flashing brown eyes glittered seductively. An upturned button nose paved the way to a generous wide mouth with lips that practically begged to be kissed. Ornately fragile high cheekbones framed this goddess' smooth unblemished face, and swirling luxuriously about it were locks of jet black shoulder length hair that could be tossed coyly or trailed teasingly across a lover's chest. How could this vision be me, I thought to myself as I watched the girl's luminescent eyes grow even wider with curiosity. I threw aside the mirror and stood up carefully inside my tent and pulled off my shorts. I shone the flashlight beam over my now naked body and saw that the goddess in the mirror had curves that matched the beauty of her face. Tanned and lean, she had narrow shoulders, perfectly shaped breasts and a tapered wasp waist that flared out into womanly round hips. Her legs, brown, smooth and shapely, would never need pantyhose or stockings. From the tips of her elegant fingernails to her tiny sculpted feminine feet, this woman was beauty in the extreme!...And she was me! A six foot, 200 pound bearded male with a receding hairline!

CHAPTER FIVE - - BEAUTY AND THE BEAST I sat back down, pulled my knees up to my chest with ease, and began to think. I was sure that my dream and my discovery of the cave had something to do with my transformation, but what did it all mean? Did the cult of the Aztec tribe still have an influence over visitors to their long drowned island? Was this the "gift" of their female sun god? While I would admit to having wondered what it would be like to be a woman from time to time, to be forcibly transformed into one for the rest of my life was not what I considered a "gift." I shook my head in confusion and frustration, and was suddenly conscious of the weight that still adorned my ears. I reached up through my mane of ebony hair and found that, yes, I was still wearing the earrings. They had not fallen off during my metamorphosis as I had expected! I ran my hands over the sensuous curves of my body one more time, said a little prayer to any god that was listening, and undid the clasps of the earrings. The effect was instantaneous! With far less intensity than before, I felt my body begin to rearrange itself again. All the sensations I had felt minutes before occurred again, but this time in reverse order. I watched as my beautiful breasts shrank, my big nipples fading back to their original color and size as my chest expanded and grew hair anew. Where nothing had been moments before, I felt my cock restoring itself, the testicles themselves finally emerging from somewhere within my body. In moments it was over. I reached up to my face with now familiar hands and found my normal rough skin and coarse beard. I immediately reached for my mirror for confirmation and was rewarded by the sight of the face that I had worn for 34 years of life. I cautiously inspected my body and found that everything had returned to normal. I clasped my hands in relief, raised my eyes skyward, and said, "Thank you!" to whoever was responsible for my restoration!

Now that I knew what had caused my transformation from a fairly strapping man to a heartstoppingly beautiful woman, I was faced with the decision of what to do with my new found knowledge. Would I try it again? I knew that I would...Already I was regretting my decision to stop the sexual exploration I had done while in my female body prematurely. Having experienced a very small section of the world in womanly form, I knew that I wanted more. How much more, I wasn't sure, but I figured that a little experimentation would take care of that. For some reason, I was aware that while I was a little shaken by my experience, the fear that I would have expected from trying it again was nowhere to be found. I was suddenly confident that the Indian woman who had appeared in my dream wanted me to have the earrings and use them any way I desired. I remembered that the captain had said that the tribe was dedicated to goodness and compassion as well as life's pleasures, and that they revered women as the embodiment of these virtues. Now, while I am no living saint, there are few people on this earth that would describe me as a bad person. Whether because of proper upbringing, or just a moral sense of right and wrong, I have always strived to be as good and compassionate a human being as possible. Though I am sure that I have had failures, I am equally sure that my successes far outweigh the deficiencies. Perhaps the ghosts of the lost Aztec tribe had been waiting for someone like me to bestow their gift on. I hoped I was correct in assuming that I had been chosen specifically for this gift, because I planned to use it...starting now!

I put my shorts back on and slipped the earrings and my flashlight into my pocket. I checked to see that Ron was still quietly snoring, and then, as silently as I could, I unzipped my tent and walked out into the still and warm night. Since I didn't want to use my light for fear of waking my camping buddy, I managed to find my way out of the campsite with only the illumination of the stars to show me the way. Once I was a couple of hundred yards away, I turned on my light and followed the path to the beach. I walked down it a ways until I was sure that I was a safe distance away from Ron and possibly unexplainable confrontations. With adrenaline pumping through my body, I sat down on a driftwood log and buried the flashlight in the sand so that it shone its beam upward. I took the earrings carefully from my shorts pocket and put the left one on. Again, I felt the warm sensation that I had experienced before almost immediately. With my heart beating rapidly, and my fingers shaking, I clumsily attached the other one to my ear. In an instant, I began to change! With a cry, I felt my body jolted by the electricity of transformation. Though the spasms and jerks were much less than before, the feel of my body going through so many changes was more than enough to make me nearly pass out. In seconds, it was over and I lay on the sand gasping, once more a beautiful woman. I looked down to make sure that everything was as it had been before, and the sight of my perfect breasts gently moving up and down in rhythm with my breathing was all the confirmation I needed. Still prone in the sand, I reached my tiny hands to them and cupped them gently. The now familiar wave of womanly sexuality washed over me immediately. I felt myself smiling with happiness and said aloud, "This is fantastic!" marvelling at my dreamy soprano voice. With a girlish giggle, I jumped up, feeling a vitality and litheness that I couldn't ever remember feeling before. The cool breeze tossed my hair this way and that, and the tingly sensation of the sand blowing against my bare sensitive legs made me realize just how different it feels to be a girl. I jumped up and down just to feel the bounce of my new breasts, stopping momentarily to tease my nipples into tiny volcanic erections. My shorts, which had fit snugly only moments before, now fell down around my ankles with my new shape. I stepped out of them, pointed a delicate toe, and kicked them away from me. My hands again ran down the many slopes of my new body, feeling the delightful outward curve of my hips from my waist and the full roundness of my heart shaped bottom. I ran up and down the beach, laughing the whole time! Here I was, a gloriously naked beautiful woman full of life and energy, revelling in the wonder of her own body. I realize that this is the way the Aztecs must have felt, and I hoped that they approved of my joy. "Thank you, Aztec Goddess of the Sun," I said in my new voice as I whirled about tossing my hair in a wild exuberant dance. I heard the waves crashing against the shore and I felt as if they had a rhythm that only I could hear. I stopped my dance and faced the ocean, my hands gently cupping my breasts and my legs slightly apart. I closed my eyes and listened to their song, one leg tapping out the beat of their melody. My body seemed to become more and more attuned to the pounding crash, and I found myself kneading my breasts in time with the surf. I felt a stirring between my legs as my private concert continued, and soon the fingers of my right hand found their way to my vagina, drawing ever narrowing circles around it in rhythm with the music of the ocean. I heard myself singing along with the waves, uttering feminine sighs and passionate moans as I pinched my bloated nipples and plunged my fingers in and out of myself in perfect harmony with the sea. The rise and fall of the waves seemed to enter into me as my concentration got more intense. Crescendo and ebb, crescendo and ebb, until finally, I felt my new body sensations rise to the height of a tidal wave and then crash down upon me in a billion waves of total release. My head was thrown back as I bolted with my first female orgasm, and through it all, I could feel my hair sensuously tickling the soft skin of my back. It was like nothing I had ever felt before...Was I an animal in heat, or was I woman in love with being a woman? The surge of the waves inside me and the warmth radiating from my vagina made me want to experience this pleasure again and again and again. As the orgasm subsided, the joy of my newfound femininity only swelled. How could I have not known that this is what a woman feels? How could they have kept it from us for all this time? And more importantly, how did it feel to have an orgasm when you were not alone? Brushing the sand from my shapely smooth legs, I began to think about what it would be like to make love like this with a man! Never before had I had such thoughts, but then again, never before had I looked and felt like this!

------------ Coming soon! Chapter Six: The Future! -----------------

I'd love to hear any comments you might have about my story. You can reach me through The Sierra Connection or any Feminet echo using the name "Kevin Moore." THE AZTEC EARRINGS By K. Moore

Previously, two camping buddies had landed on an island off the coast of Florida for a nice wilderness vacation. According to legends, an Aztec tribe that was dedicated to femininity and pleasures of the flesh had made their home on the island. After a hiking expedition, one of the campers discovered a jewelry box containing two gold earrings. Hiding them from his partner, the camper found to his delight that wearing the earrings transformed him into a beautiful young woman! Unbeknownst to his buddy, he experimented with his new body, finding a joy that he had never known before! Now, with the gift of the earrings his forever, he must make future plans on how, where, and with whom to use them!

CHAPTER SIX - - FUTURE PLANS!

As I sat on the beach with my pretty head still swimming from the intensity of my orgasm, I considered the future. I very much enjoyed being a man and had never regretted my sex once, but now, looking at the world from the eyes of a beautiful woman and feeling her physical and mental sensations, I began to realize that there were definite virtues in being able to switch from male to female. As I looked at my perfect breasts and flat stomach by the dim light of the stars, I still felt a little guilty about not sharing my treasure with Ron, my good friend. Still, he was far more "macho" than I was, and even though we could surely make some kind of monetary profit from my find, I wanted the earrings for my personal use. I didn't think he'd be as enchanted as I was about being able to assume the guise of a gorgeous girl! I thought about Ron some more and realized that along with my new shape, I detected a definite change in my sexuality. Yes, I still had all the memories and thoughts of my male self, but there was something about owning a perfect pair of breasts, shapely thighs and legs, and a moist, warm vagina that had changed the way I thought about my old friend! I suddenly imagined myself in bed with him, trailing my long, black hair over his muscular chest, feeling his cock growing in my dainty hands, and finally succumbing to his physical power over me, parting my legs to let him have his way with me!

I almost ran back to camp and attacked him in his sleeping bag, but decided that that would be a mistake. Even though I was now the opposite sex from him, he would never accept the fact that he was making love to his formerly masculine bearded pal. I'd have to wait until our camping trip was over to be with him the way this body wanted to be with him, or any other man for that matter. With a sigh, I realized that the sun was just about to peek over the ocean horizon and I knew that I had to get back. One last time, I let my slender hands and fingers run through my soft hair and linger over my curvy body. I let my musical voice utter a final pleasurable moan as I massaged my firm breasts, then took off my earrings. Once again, the transformation process began and ended almost immediately, and I found myself gasping for breath in my male body only moments later. I rubbed my now masculine hands over my hairy muscular body and thought wistfully about how much nicer it was to feel smooth supple skin and curves under the probe of my fingers. I heaved myself up, found my shorts, slipped the earrings in my pocket and used the flashlight to make my way back to camp. I managed to slip into my tent and sleeping bag without waking Ron and slept soundly for about three hours before the smell of bacon and coffee awakened me.

For the rest of our trip, I kept my secret secure. By day, we explored, hiked and swam in our island paradise, acting just like the young men that we were. But by night, I would creep away from the camp, don my earrings and become the nimble feminine creature of my fantasies. I found that the woman I became was increasingly insatiable sexually! When I wore my earrings, that was nothing that I didn't fantasize about. I played with myself while little movies showed inside my mind of naked men, naked women, orgies and gang bangs. I imagined myself being raped by huge, hulking masculine monsters, and enjoyed every minute of it. I imagined beautiful women doing slow strip teases in front of me, then pressing their soft bodies into mine as our nipples caressed each other. Once, I even imagined that my flashlight was an enormous cock, and slid it in and out of my sweet mouth while my small fingers brought me to climax between my lovely legs.

Needless to say, I enjoyed my time on the island, both day and night, but when the boat came to pick us up, I was ready to leave...Partly because I was anxious to get back to civilization, hot showers and electricity, but also because I was looking forward to introducing my female self to the world at large!

CHAPTER SEVEN - - RETURN TO CIVILIZATION

With my earrings and jewelry box securely packed away in my travel bag, Ron and I began our trip home. We excitedly told the captain about our cave find, and he seemed very interested. He took out a detailed map of the island, and we did our best to mark the approximate location of the cave and the paintings. Even though the captain assured us that he would get a team of archaeologists to work on the blocked entrance, something told me that the secret of the Aztecs would remain hidden from all but me!

Once we had arrived back on the mainland, we still had a two day trip in Ron's truck before we got back home. Tired and dirty, we drove for only a couple of hours the first day before the lure of a hot shower and comfortable bed overcame us. Ron wanted to save some money by sharing a room, but I had a hidden agenda that he didn't know about. I persuaded him to go with two rooms this time since the rates were cheap. Finally, alone in my motel room with a full length mirror, I immediately decided to see just how beautiful I was in my womanly form. Quivering with excitement, I stripped off my clothes, got out my earrings and stood in front of the mirror. I saw with disgust the dishevelled, unkempt man reflected in the glass. My hair was filthy, my face dirty and stubbled. I realized that even the magic of the earrings could not wipe out the dirt and grit of my present masculine state, so I decided to take a long shower instead. I thought how exciting it would be to transform in the shower after I was clean, and brought the earrings into the bathroom with me.

As the hot water began to steam up the bathroom mirror, I walked back out into the bedroom and looked myself over one last time. I wanted to remember every detail of my dirty male body, then compare it to the unearthly beauty that I would return as. I memorized how I looked, then returned to the warmth of the shower. I was revolted to see the clear water wash over my body and then change to a muddy brown when it hit the shower floor. I scrubbed and cleaned every bit of dirt and sand from my body, then shaved my face and washed my hair thoroughly. Satisfied that I was as clean as a man could be, I reached around the shower curtain and retrieved my golden earrings. Knowing that the metamorphosis was sometimes violent, I sat down in the shower with the water playing off my chest. I washed the earrings off and looked closely at them again. The beautiful Aztec goddess carved in the gold gleamed back at me lovingly, and I smiled at her in reverence. I clipped on first the left earring, then the right, and sat back to await the change. As it had before, the process started right away...I felt myself lock into a paralyzed position as the tingles of electricity spasmed through my body. I could feel the now familiar swellings and withdrawals as my body rearranged itself into feminine perfection. When I felt myself come back to consciousness, the first thing I noticed was the water from the shower playing across my torso. Where before the only sensation I had felt was a slight pressure against the hair of my flat male chest, now the water was a stinging spray against my full breasts. I shielded my sensitive large nipples with feminine hands, gently massaging them into prettily erect points. I stood up in the shower, feeling the different sensations the water caused in my now female body. I gently soaped my face and hair once again, marvelling at the feel of my soft skin and curves. I allowed one finger to roam between my legs and felt the familiar stirrings of arousal start to overcome me. Even though a climax in the shower would have been pleasant, I had decided to save myself for the mirror in the bedroom. I turned the faucets off, realizing as I did that it was far more difficult to turn them with my woman's strength than it was when I was a man! I got out and purposely avoided looking at myself in the steamed up bathroom mirror, preferring to get my first look at my alter ego in the clear full length mirror in the bedroom. I carefully dried myself off, loving the feel of the clean fluffy towel against my smooth delicate skin. Once dry, I padded daintily into the bedroom, closed my eyes and stood in front of the mirror.

I had looked forward to this moment ever since I had viewed my face in the small tarnished travel mirror I brought camping. As I slowly opened my face, I knew immediately that that reflection had not done me justice. There before me stood a bronze skinned goddess. I was feminine perfection personified! From the gorgeous full red lips and the narrow dainty shoulders to the luxurious mane of black hair and the perfect shape and curves of my breasts and hips, I was every man's ideal. Magazines would pay a fortune to have me grace their covers; male eyes would lock onto my face and body immediately and create instantaneous erotic fantasies. Oh, would I turn heads! It was almost frightening how beautiful I was. I thought about how little strength this petite feminine body had, and how easily I could be forced into situations I didn't want to be in. I decided that I would have to be careful in public since, as a male myself, I knew what kind of primitive reactions a man would have upon looking at me. I turned around gracefully in the mirror, tossed my damp hair over my shoulder and peered at myself from the rear. I was just as attractive from this angle. My long slim neck gave way to a small lean back, then tapered inward to a tiny waist. The sexy flare of my hips and the teardrop shape of my dainty bottom only added to my shapely appearance. Long, smooth, golden legs and tiny feet finished off my reflection in perfect feminine fashion.

I turned around again to face my reflection and mimicked a few model poses that I had often seen women do. I was a darling innocent nymph when I smiled and put my hands on my broad hips. I was an alluring seductress when I pursed my lips and leaned forward with my hand behind my hair. And I was an insatiable lioness when I threw my head back, opened my mouth seductively and put my hands over my breasts. Seeing myself in this pose made me start to get more aroused. I kneaded a breast sexily and watched my reaction in the mirror. Seeing my eyes close and listening to the sexy womanly moan that escaped my full lips allowed my exploration to get more daring. I positioned myself on the bed so that I could see my reflection and began to stroke myself with purpose. I watched as the woman in the mirror began to writhe with passion, her vagina growing wetter and hotter as her movements became more fevered. My hair flew into my eyes as I began to utter little whispered "Oh"s. With one hand furiously massaging a ripe breast and the other running violent circles around my clitoris, I saw my hips begin to thrust forward uncontrollably. The sight of this prettily flushing woman in the mirror, undulating her pelvis in rhythm with her ever-increasing sighs of passion, made me climax titanically! I felt my back arch and heard a high pitched whine of animal happiness coming out of my mouth as my orgasm surged through me. My legs shot out straight and I felt the hot release of juices from my dripping vagina. Not even on the island had I felt such satisfaction! I was riding the crest of a storm of pleasure that I never wanted to end! My every nerve ending was tingling with erotic stimulation as I slowly came down from my climax. I lay back on the bed feeling the heat radiating off my soft skin, smiling and shaking my head at the utter unbelievability of my situation. "All right, Goddess," I said in my magical feminine voice, "time to see what it's like out there in the real world!" I gathered myself up and began to think about how I could make my debut!

------------------- Next time, CHAPTER EIGHT - - THE DEBUT ----------------

THE AZTEC EARRINGS (Part 3) by K. Moore

Previously in chapters 1-7, a man discovers a pair of magical Aztec earrings while vacationing on a wilderness island. He hides his discovery from his camping buddy, Ron, especially when he finds that once he puts the earrings on, he is transformed into a beautiful woman. For the most part, he is happy with his life as a man, but after experimenting with his new body, he realizes that being a part-time woman is a fantastic experience! Now on their way back home from the island, he has just seen for the first time what he looks like when he is transformed and has decided it is time for his new alter-ego to make "her" debut in public!

CHAPTER EIGHT - - DEBUT!

As I lay on the motel bed, still coming down from my incredible orgasm, I thought about the problems my new identity could create for me. As much as I wanted to experience the world in the body of this delectable creature, I was at a loss as to how to do it! Of course, I had no women's clothes, and the clothes that I had, in addition to being filthy from a week's worth of tropical island dirt, would hardly fit around this tight, curvy body. I sat up, subconsciously tossing my long, black hair out of my eyes and looked in the mirror again. I was still dumbfounded by the sight of this incredible beauty in the mirror. I surveyed my nude reflection more closely, admiring the soft curves and the angelic face that suggested just a hint of devilishness. "Well, missy," I said in my musical voice, "What do we do now?" Obviously, clothes were the first thing I needed to tackle. The question I needed to answer was which was potentially more embarrassing--To buy women's clothing in my male body, or to be seen in public as a woman wearing dirty men's clothes? I also had the fact that I, of course, had no drivers license identifying me as female. I thought it over while I gazed at my reflection, my pretty head furrowed in concentration. I decided that the thought of bringing a lacy bra and panties to a clothing store cashier as a 200lb bearded man was too much to bear, so I set about trying to find something of my own that would contain this petite, though amply curvy body.

I first put on a pair of my men's underwear. I heard my tinkling laughter as I pulled them up over my hips, only to see them fall back down around my tiny ankles as soon as I let them go! "Okay," I said to myself, "forget the underwear!" I rooted around in my backpack for a pair of hiking shorts that I had only worn a couple of times on the island. Luckily, they had an elastic belt that went with them, and I thought I might be able to cinch it tight enough to where they might stay on. I stepped into them, feeling a little nasty about going out in public without underwear, and found that they would stay on if I pulled the belt as tight as it would go. I looked in the mirror to see a topless beauty wearing VERY baggy shorts! The next problem I had to tackle was my breasts. The Aztec magician who had created these earrings must have had a thing for amply endowed women, because my breasts were quite large for the rest of my petite body. I knew that if I put just a T-shirt over them, I would have a gaggle of enamored men following my every bounce and jiggle! I decided on the one button-down shirt I had brought with me. Even with the extra flesh of my chest, it was still way too big and hung down to nearly my knees. Rather than tuck it in as I had originally thought, I tied the shirttails together around my flat belly. I looked at my handiwork again in the mirror and realized that I while I looked kind of sexy in my man's clothes, my breasts still jiggled way too much when I moved. I got out the dirty hunter's jacket that I had brought and let it swallow my narrow shoulders. It was far too big to button, so I just left it open. I looked in the mirror again and muttered a silent prayer of thanks that the "grunge" look was still in vogue! My tiny feminine feet would no way fit into my man's sneakers, so I slipped on a pair of flip flops and let it go at that. My long, ebony hair looked too elegant for my outfit, so I pulled it back into a precious pony tail kept in place by a rubber band I had found in the motel room. Of course, I had no makeup, but decided that it would probably look out of place anyway on this cute ragamuffin!

I sat down crosslegged on the bed and began to write down a list of what I wanted on the memo pad by the phone. Of course, I needed the essentials: bra, panties and makeup, but what else? I decided that since this was to be my first night out, I only needed either a decent dress or one nice skirt and blouse to wear. I also needed shoes! Maybe some low heels would be nice...Nothing too showy, though! I jotted all this down while thinking about how I knew nothing about women's sizes! I decided that I would just do like I always did when shopping for men's clothes...Size it up in the store! I got up, still slightly amused by the feel of nothing between my shorts and my crotch, made sure I had plenty of cash in my wallet, and shoved it inside my jacket pocket.

I grabbed my duplicate set of Ron's car keys, took a deep breath, and quietly opened my hotel room door. I sneaked a peek at Ron's room and let out a relieved sigh when I saw that the lights were out, then made my way cautiously to the truck. I unlocked the door and piled in, still unused to the extra padding my wide girlish hips gave me when I sat down. I giggled when I realized just how much shorter I was in my woman's guise when my feet stopped short of the pedals by a country mile! I moved the seat up all the way and put on the shoulder belt. It felt strange how the belt passed between my breasts and forced them to jut out a little more. I passed a small hand over them sending a little sexy shiver down my body before I started the ignition and drove out of the motel parking lot.

CHAPTER NINE - - ON TARGET!

As I slowly got used to the different feel of driving in my new body, I realized that I didn't really have a destination in mind. Perhaps my desire to just get out and show myself before I lost the nerve was what possessed me to move so fast, but aimlessly. I wondered just why I was so interested in showing myself in public...Was I becoming a convert to that old Aztec belief in experiencing all the pleasures life has to offer, or was I just looking for confirmation that I was actually as beautiful as I thought myself to be? Either way, here I was, a small inexperienced female in a strange town dressed in dirty men's clothes driving around without a license. Too much!

The town I was in wasn't too big, but it did offer the regular Americana shopping experiences. Since I was after women's clothing, I figured that I ought to try as inconspicuous a place as possible. As I approached a fairly major intersection, there on the corner stood a brightly lit Target Store! Perfect! I wasn't after anything fancy, and I figured I would hardly be noticed amidst all the happy clientele there. I pulled in, making sure I obeyed all the traffic laws in the book...Wouldn't do to get picked up out here in my situation! Once parked, I took a quick look in the rear view mirror to make sure I still looked as presentable as I could. My pretty face had more of a nervous look about it than I would have liked, but it would have to do! I took a deep breath and lightly stepped out of the truck, visible to the public for the first time as a woman!

As I walked toward the door, I was aware again of just how light and airy this body I wore was. It seemed I took two steps as a female for every one step I took as a man...and every step I took was accompanied by a noticeable bounce from my unencumbered breasts! I tried to put a self- assured look on my face as I walked into the light. I wanted to give the impression that I was just a normal girl going about my everyday business. Still, when I opened the door to the Target, it seemed that every eye in the place was on me! It was so bright! How in the world could I have expected to "hide" in a place so well lit? I got myself a little plastic shopping cart and started pushing it, keeping my head down so as to let my long hair mask my expression of sheer terror! I thought I was doing all right as I steered toward the Women's Department until a middle aged man who was obviously looking me over stopped me with, "Hey, Sweetheart, do you know where the fishing equipment is?" As I looked up at him, I couldn't help but smile a little as his eyes took in my face for the first time. His mouth opened a little wider, and I saw his eyes flicker for a moment in surprise and appreciation of my beauty. I tried to answer as casually as I could. "No, I'm sorry, but this is my first time here," I said. He paused a moment too long as he looked down at first my chest, then my bare legs, then realized that he had taken too long to answer, and stammered, "Well, er, uh...thanks anyway!" I'd swear he even blushed a little as he turned to go! A big smile lit my face as I pushed onward a few paces, then a thought occurred to me and I turned back around quickly! Sure enough, the man had half turned around so he could watch me walk away! By pure feminine instinct, I smiled naughtily at him. He turned his head quickly, embarrassed at being caught inspecting the rear end of a strange woman. I giggled audibly, amused at this demonstration of the incredible effect I seemed to have on men! I continued on, with my head held up now, and counted at least 5 different men who gave me more than the once-over as I passed them, and at least one woman who gave me a either a look of jealousy or a look of scorn at what I was wearing!

The lingerie department was a large one, full of racks of bras, panties and slips. I had estimated that from what I knew of women's chests (which was not a lot) that I was probably about a 34C. I picked up a bra in that size and looked at it closely...It looked like it would probably fit, so I threw it in my basket. As I wandered around the table with the bargain bras, it occurred to me that I'd probably like something a little more sexy than these plain cotton ones. I went to a nearby aisle and found a skimpy black lacy bra with matching black panties. A girl I had dated not long ago had expressed her opinion to me that women like nothing better than the feeling of wearing sexy underwear beneath their clothes..."Makes us feel wicked," she used to say! I snatched them up, threw them in my basket and even added a silky black garter belt, a couple of pairs of stockings, and a pair of "nude" pantyhose to my purchases. As I worked my way out of the lingerie department, the reality that I would soon be wearing the things that I so loved seeing other women in began to take hold. I shook my head lightly, loving the feel of my hair tossing with this slight movement! I was really starting to enjoy myself now...Maybe it was true that there is a "shopping gene" found only in women! I found myself inspecting many different dresses, skirts and blouses before deciding on a cute midriff baring halter-type top in warm red, a black mini-skirt, and a soft-but- daring sundress. I held up each of these items to my body, having even less an idea as to whether they would fit me than before I had done so! Luckily, they were all "Medium," and I figured that when in doubt, always go with medium! A quick stop in the adjoining footwear department found me nodding approvingly at a pair of medium heeled black leather shoes. I tried three pair on before determining that I wore a women's size 6.

The rest of my shopping trip was spent in the Cosmetics department, buying stuff that I thought would look good, but clueless as to whether I needed it or not. I bought a pretty deep red shade of lipstick, some black mascara, and a little reddish eye shadow that claimed it was "So natural that it looks like you!" The endless looks from the men in the store were making me a little nervous now, so I decided that I was ready to go. As I was pushing my cart up to the front, I passed the Swimwear department...Why not? Before I knew it, a bright pink with blue polka dots bikini lay on top of my basket!

The young boy at the checkout counter practically burned all my clothes off with his searing gaze. I wondered what sort of vivid fantasies he was conjuring up about me as he totaled up my purchases! I looked at his young face and strong body and had a few myself! I gave him my best pout when he announced that the total was $120, and he grinned at me, picking up the garter belt as he put it in the bag commenting, "Plans tonight?" I showed him a quick wink as I gave him the money and said, "Don't you wish!" His grin got wider as he worked the register and said, "I surely do!" With a feminine laugh, I was on my out, marvelling at the two accomplishments my shopping trip had brought...Not only was I now in possession of clothes that were appropriate to my new sex, but I had also actually flirted with a man and enjoyed it!

----------- Next time: Swimming In A Pool, and A New Name! -------------- THE AZTEC EARRINGS (Part 4) by K. Moore

For the past nine chapters, this story has chronicled the adventures of a camping vacationer who discovers a pair of earrings on a wilderness island that will change his sex when he puts them on. He learns that the earrings were made by ancient Aztec Indians who revered all things female. Keeping the incredible earrings secret from his camping buddy, Ron, the young man experiments with his new found treasure, unexpectedly finding that he enjoys being a beautiful young woman. Determined to find out how it feels to be female in public, he goes shopping as a woman and picks out a very small but tasteful woman's wardrobe. In this part, he tests his resolve to find out what it really means to be a woman...

CHAPTER 10 - - EXPLORATIONS IN A POOL AND BEYOND

I returned to the motel Ron and I were staying at without further incident. I carefully parked Ron's truck exactly where I had found it, removed my shopping bags, and stole quietly up the stairs to my room. By now, the movement of my breasts as I walked was almost second nature to me, but as I climbed the stairs, I was suddenly aware again of just how light and bouncy this new body of mine was! It seemed as if every step I took caused a jiggle first at my front, then at my rear. I wondered if wearing a bra and proper underthings would put a stop to this, but then again, I kind of liked it!

I became a little frightened when I saw that the light in Ron's room was now on. I quietly slipped my key into the lock of my room, thinking horrible thoughts about what would happen if Ron came out of his door and found a beautiful woman going into his male buddy's room. I couldn't even think of what I would say! Luckily, I managed to close the door and throw my bundles on the bed before any such thing happened. I took a quick glance in the mirror, and giggled quietly when I saw again the beautiful punk princess in her grunge-look men's clothes. I tried to imagine that wondrous form clothed in appropriate fashion and decided that it was time to do a little modeling session for myself. I had just opened one bag and was preparing to try on my first bra and panties set when I heard Ron's door open. Purely by instinct, I quickly yanked off my earrings. Since I had been doing this quite frequently, I had become accustomed to the transformation process, and indeed, it had speeded up considerably since my first metamorphosis. Through the warm tingly sensations, I heard a knock at my motel room door. In seconds, I was thankfully male again, though still quite weakened from the transformation. I groggily threw my shopping bags under the bed and stumbled to the door. Ron greeted me happily, then took notice of my exhausted condition. "Oh, man! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were sleeping!" he said apologetically. I mumbled something quite incoherent, then asked him if he wanted to come in. He said, "No. I was just about to go down to the pool and take a swim and wanted to see if you felt like coming." I looked at him and realized that he was wearing his swim trunks and an unbuttoned beach shirt, and he had a little cooler in his hand, undoubtedly containing a good supply of beer. Suddenly, a plan formulated quickly in my mind. I told him that I was really tired and was just going to go back to my "nap." He waved cheerily and said, "Okay! See ya! I'll be down there for a while if you change your mind!" I smiled and closed the door, thinking that it wasn't my mind that I was going to change!

"Do you really want to do this?" I asked myself as I stood naked in front of the mirror. I tried to think of how Ron would come across to a female mind-set, but realized that I couldn't while still male. I guess I considered him good looking from my male perspective, but I knew that quite a few women found him attractive enough so that he was hardly ever without a date on the weekends. I decided that I was confident enough in my new persona to give it a try. I clipped on my earrings and sat down on the bed in front of the mirror, trying to maintain consciousness enough so that I could actually watch the transformation. I was successful enough so that I saw my features blur and reshape themselves, my body shrinking in some places, expanding in others. Finally, when the big change came, I couldn't keep my eyes from unfocusing and my head from thrashing about, and I "awakened" moments later to find myself once more the beautiful woman who was the "Miss" Hyde to my Dr. Jekyll! I contentedly cupped my breasts while staring in the mirror and thought of Ron again. The difference in my perception was amazing! No more was he just my "good buddy," but now desirable prey to be hunted! The thought of him in his skimpy trunks and his broad chest made my female body shiver with anticipation.

Even though I was confident in my ability to seduce Ron if I wanted to, I still had to be careful. Could I really act like I didn't know him? Could I really turn the jovial friendly male relationship we enjoyed into something completely different? As I pulled on the new pink polka dot bikini I had bought and turned to inspect the result in the mirror, I knew that the answer was a resounding, "Yes!!!" The bikini was, as most are, very revealing, but, unlike too many bikini wearers, what was revealed of my body was well worth revealing! The french cut sides bared my shapely thighs and accentuated my long smooth legs while the one-size-too-small bra lifted my beautiful breasts and created a daring cleavage most women would kill for! I brushed my long black hair out, then pirouetted in front of the mirror just to make sure that this wondrous water nymph was actually me! It was so different to wear things that were actually tailored for this female body! The sheer sexiness of my bikini reassured me that this body looked just as good with clothes on as it did with clothes off! I thought about experimenting with makeup, decided that this was not the time, and satisfied myself with just a generous swipe of lipstick on my full lips. With a quick pucker and kiss at myself in the mirror, I was ready to try out my feminine wiles. I had finished putting on my baggy shorts and was just about to draw a T-Shirt over my ample bosom when I realized that Ron would surely recognize these clothes! Since modesty was not something terribly important to me at this moment, I decided to just wrap my body in a motel towel for the journey down to the pool. It was amazing how when I was male, a towel like the one I chose would barely cover my front, but now, as female, it wrapped me completely, even leaving enough slack to be tucked and tied around my chest! I took a deep breath, grabbed my room key, and headed quickly out the door before I could change my mind!

I padded barefoot around the motel corridors, noting thankfully that the halls were unoccupied, and peered through the swimming pool gate before I opened it. Perfect! Only Ron was there! He was doing laps when I entered the pool area, using his powerful arms and legs to propel him effortlessly through the water. The sight of his muscles tensing and straining with made a shiver of delight run through my petite body. He hadn't seen me yet, so I made a point to drag a chair loudly out from under an umbrella. I heard him stop swimming, and with my back to him, I purposely bent over gracefully to arrange the chair, and I was acutely conscious of his eyes taking in my incredible feminine form. I wondered if the sight of me, my bikini panties peeking out from under my towel showing my delightfully shaped bottom, was having the effect on him I wanted it to. I turned around and found him uncharacteristically gawking at me. Ron was usually a man of the utmost discretion, but seeing him standing in the shallow end with his mouth open nearly made me giggle! I decided to pretend I hadn't seen him looking at me and continued the "unveiling." With deliberate slowness, I untied the towel from around my breasts and let it slowly drop to the concrete. I reached both of my arms over my head, loving the lithe nimbleness of my new body, and stood on tiptoes in a mock stretch. I let out a little feminine squeal of happiness as I did this, then looked at Ron. "How's the water?" I asked. Ron, nearly overcome by the spectacle of the barely clad angel in front of him, took too long to respond and stammered when he did. "What's the matter," I asked coyly, bending over to wiggle my slender fingers in the water, "Cat got your tongue?" Ron regained some of his composure and said charmingly, "Cat's got nothing to do with it! I just wasn't expecting to be spoken to by someone as beautiful as you." "Why thank you, kind sir!" I said with a dramatic toss of my head and slowly stepped down the pool ladder. The shock of the cold water did things to my new female body that it had never done to me as a man! I felt my soft skin break out in goose bumps all over, and, to my amazement, I felt my nipples stiffen so that they felt like hard pencil points! "Brrrr!" I said, my arms clutching my body as I shivered. "It's great after you get to used to it," said Ron, "C'mon! Do a lap with me!" I smiled my best smile at him and kicked off the side of the pool to join him in the middle. He smiled back, motioned with his head toward the deep end, and we were off. I was still amazed at how supple and lithe this new body of mine was as I smoothly glided through the water. While the drag of my breasts slowed me down a little, the tininess of the rest of my body was easily and gracefully propelled by swift kicks from my shapely legs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ron swimming with ease beside me, watching my form as he purposely kept himself from going all out so that I could keep up with him.

After about three laps, even though I wasn't tired, I stood up in the shallow end, wrung the water out of my long hair, and said to Ron, "I've had enough...You're too strong for me!" He laughed and swam over to me. "You seem strong enough to me...My name's Ron, by the way," and he put out his hand. I suddenly realized that I had a problem...I hadn't thought up a name for myself! Quickly, feminine names raced through my mind. I discarded them all until I thought of the golden material my mystical earrings were made of! "Nice to meet you, Ron," I said, shaking his hand warmly, "My name's Amber." It was so weird to see my buddy Ron acting so differently...It was as if he was dumbstruck by my beauty! I've never known Ron to be shy, but as I caught him looking at my prominent bustline, he actually looked as if he might blush! Yes, it was weird to be looked at like that by my friend, but it was also kind of neat, and it made me feel really sexy! "Amber, it's my pleasure," he said gallantly, "Would you like to join me for a beer? I have some extras by the side of the pool." Here goes, I thought! "I'd like that, Ron. I could really use a drink," I said. He climbed up the ladder, then offered his hand to help me out. Even though he wasn't really pulling me out of the pool, I was stunned by how much strength he had! I bet those arms would feel great wrapped around me, I found myself subconsciously thinking. As we walked over to his chair, Ron offered me his towel, draping it kindly over my narrow shoulders. I smiled at him gratefully and did what I hoped was a slow and sensuous dry-off, being extra careful that my breasts received more than enough attention, and making sure that I was bent toward him when I reached down to dry my legs. Ron's body language as he dried himself showed me that he had indeed appreciated my little show, and I was also a little pleased to notice a little bulge in his swimming trunks that hadn't been there before! I sat down in a beach chair and adjusted it so that I was sitting up enough to face him. He moved his chair right beside mine so that our faces were only inches apart. He reached into his little cooler, got two cans of beer and popped the tab on both of them. He offered one to me in a dramatic gesture, then clicked his can to mine and we drank.

After we had sipped in silence for a few moments I said, "God, this really hits the spot!" Ron looked at me funny and said, "I don't meet too many girls who like beer...Especially ones that look like you. Come to think of it, I don't meet many girls who look like you, so forget I ever said anything at all!" I laughed girlishly. "You're sweet," I said, "But don't sell yourself short...You're not bad yourself!" Even the most unintelligent person on earth could tell what kind of effect my comment had on Ron! It was as if his whole unconfident attitude changed in a second! He subconsciously drew up his body and his face lit up with the knowledge that he might actually have a chance with me!

I had already thought up a story to explain my presence here, and I figured that this was as good a time as any to try it out. "I wish all guys were as nice as you," I said to him with a pretty pout. "My ex-boyfriend sure wasn't!" Ron took on a concerned look that almost looked sincere and asked me to tell him what happened. For the next ten minutes, I was amazed at the ease with which I lied to him! I talked about how I had been seeing a guy named Brad for two years, and how I had found him in bed with a friend of mine, and how I had left our apartment two days ago, taking almost nothing with me, jumped into the car and just driven with no destination in mind. I talked about how I was beginning to think that I couldn't trust anybody, especially men, and how I had decided that it was time for me to make a new start in a new town. I talked so much about my past that I found myself actually starting to believe it! Ron listened intently, adding a word of sympathy now and then and expressing his hope that "Brad" got what he deserved! I had always liked Ron when I saw him through a man's eyes, but now, through my woman's eyes, I saw his compassion and genuine gentleness. It made him very attractive! Oh sure, I'm no fool, and I knew from past experience that a man will act any way a woman wants him to if he thinks it will get him into her panties, but I was sure that I could detect in Ron a sense of caring about my bogus history that was the real article. It made me feel warm all over!

After I was done giving him the details of my "life," he told me a few stories of his own about women that had done him wrong, or that he had done wrong. As his former buddy, I had heard most of them before, but talking to me, as a woman, he added a sense of intensity and emotion that had not been present in our male-to-male chats. I found this even further endearing! During the course of our talk, I realized that we were punctuating our conversations with gestures that were becoming more and more intimate. First, I felt a light touch on my shoulder from him, then I found myself gripping his arm to emphasize a point. Finally, he was holding my right hand and his left hand was on my knee. My mind began to drift away from what he was saying as I concentrated on his touch. His hand in mine was warm and wonderful, and the way he traced little circles on my leg was quite sensual and even a little bit sexy. "...so what I'm saying, Amber, is that I hope you'll find out that not all men are as rotten as Brad..." I heard him saying as I came out of my reverie. I looked at his earnest eyes closely and decided it was time to really try my female self out. I put my hand on his cheek and brought my face close to his. "I think I'm finding out about nice men right now," I said and parted my lips and closed my eyes. My first kiss as a girl was one that I will remember forever! As Ron brought his lips to mine, one hand still gently enfolding mine, the other reaching around to press against the soft skin of my back, it was if a flame ignited inside me! "Mmmmm," I said softly, drawing back from him an inch or two, "That was nice!" "Practice makes perfect," I heard him say as our mouths locked again. I felt my arms unconsciously threading their way underneath his and coming to rest on his shoulder blades as our bodies turned and moved even closer to each other. I felt my lips part and my tongue flutter inside his mouth as he pressed me urgently to him, my breasts melting against his broad chest. We stopped our kiss and I put my delicate head on his shoulder in a big hug. The feel of his hard muscular body against my small curvy one started a riot inside me that I knew could only be put out one way. He nuzzled my ear and whispered, "Would you like to go to my room?" I trembled with the wonderful sensation of his breath in my ear and nodded unspeakingly in his arms. I drew back from the hug and kissed him warmly again, looking deep into his brown eyes as I did. I gathered up my towel as he got together his things, then I took his hand and pressed up against him again, "Mr. Ron," I said in a sexy whisper, nibbling his earlobe as I spoke, "We're about to have an evening we won't soon forget!" His hand ran down my back and thighs and came to rest on a bottom cheek which he playfully squeezed. "Count on it!" he said with a smile and began to lead me toward his room and my first sexual experience as a woman with a man!

-------Next time! Chapter 11-- A Virgin No More!--------------------- THE AZTEC EARRINGS (Part Five) by Kevin Moore

Sorry it's been so long since I've written a chapter of the Aztec Earrings saga...Too bad that the reality of life has to get in the way of fantasy all the time, leaving little or no time for pleasure! Anyway, enjoy!

For the past ten chapters, this story has chronicled the adventures of a young man who discovers a magical pair of Aztec Indian earrings on a tropical island. To his amazement, he finds that when he puts the earrings on, he is transformed into a stunning young woman whose beauty is beyond description! Now, on his way back from his island vacation with his buddy Ron, he is unable to resist the temptation to first, see what it is like to be a woman in public, and now, see what it is like to experience love first-hand as a woman! When we last left him, he was in the process of seducing his very own male buddy, Ron, down at the motel pool...

CHAPTER 11 - - A VIRGIN NO MORE!

As we walked up the stairs of the motel, I was never more acutely aware of just how much differently this magical body of mine was from my normal male one. It seemed that, along with the view of the world from 5"2 instead of 6"1, my senses were heightened. Things looked and smelled more interesting, and sensations themselves were certainly incredibly different. I gazed at the man gently holding my tiny hand and saw, not my buddy of 10 years, but a lover-to-be...someone I wanted to hold me protectively, whisper sensual secrets in my dainty ear, and caress me with his hands, mouth, and, I realized with a gasp, even his penis! As we climbed the last step, the feminine feeling of my breasts bouncing sexily and the cool breeze on my silky bare legs added further justification to the decision I had made to see just how far I could go in my new form. As we approached the door of his room, I saw him take a quick glance at the door to my own room. I had purposely left the TV on to create the illusion that I was still inside it, and I hoped that this would make Ron think that I was fine and everything normal. If he only knew that the man he thought was inside that room was actually right beside him with the heat of anticipation coming off "her" body in excited waves! I held his cooler for him as he smiled at me and went to unlock his door. My new eyes were fascinated by him! The quick, cute look of concentration as he put the keycard into the lock, the brief bunching of his biceps as he forced the stubborn door open, and the sexy smile he gave me as gestured for me to go inside...He was beautiful!

Still smiling at me, he took the "Do Not Disturb" sign from the back of the door and placed it outside on the handle. Knowing Ron to be a bit of a slow starter, I immediately took the initiative as the door was closing. I reached around his bare back and pressed my body up against his. With my lips only millimeters away from his, I whispered, "That sign doesn't work... You've already got me more than a little disturbed, mister..." He smiled and kissed me deeply. I was still amazed at how much I enjoyed being kissed by a man...none of the lingering hetero-male thoughts about acting gay seemed to be around to stop me. He broke the kiss and looked me up and down lustfully. "If I 'disturb' you half as much you 'disturb' me, then I think we're about to have one hell of a time!" he said as his eyes practically burned holes in my bikini. "Why, sir!" I said with a hand on my forehead in mock outrage, "I do believe that's a proposition!" "You better believe it sister!" he said in a humorous tone, his hand twiddling an invisible cigar and his eyebrows going up and down Groucho-style. Then, the humor was gone...He pulled me to him forcefully and we began to kiss in earnest again. My hand strayed over his shoulders and arms, gleefully feeling the strength of his muscles, my breasts molding into his hairy chest as he pressed me against him with urgency. The kiss began to get more and more passionate, our tongues intertwining and our breath coming out in hot staccato gasps. I felt his hand move over my silky back to my curvy hips, coming to rest on my full bottom. My hands moved in tandem with his until we found ourselves in a wonderful liplock, our pelvises being pushed and ground into each other's with help from our hands and arms. I felt myself getting wet between my legs as Ron squeezed my dainty bottom cheeks with enthusiasm...It felt hot, moist and deliciously nasty! I knew that in only moments we would be making love standing up if I didn't do something about it!

Reluctantly, I pulled away from him, wanting my first time to be slow and perfect. He tried to kiss me again, wanting to continue as before, but I put a small finger to his lips and said, "Wait a minute, lover. I want to wash the chlorine off me from the pool first. Give me five minutes in the shower and then you can join me if you like!" I gave him a quick peck on the lips and walked toward to the bathroom. As I entered the shower alcove, I turned back to find him watching me walk away. I feigned indignation with a look, then reached around my back with my fingers on the knot of my bikini bra. "You won't forget about me while I'm gone, will you?" I cooed sexily. "No ma'am!" was his instant reply. "In case you do, here's a little something to remember me by," I said and undid the knot of my bra, letting it fall to the floor. The look on his face as my beautiful breasts were laid bare was adorable! I heard him gasp an almost inaudible, "Ohhh" as I revealed myself to him. I shook them coquettishly at him, blew him a kiss, then turned into the shower room.

As I turned on the water, I thought quickly about why I was doing it this way...I didn't really need a shower now, but I probably would have in about twenty minutes! I realized that the last vestiges of my male thoughts had provided me with a brief escape from the impending sex play of the other room. Now alone with the warm water flowing over my naked female body, I let them come to the front. They said to me, "You are a man! You're not supposed to react this way to another man!" I looked down at my flat smooth belly, the curve of my womanly hips, and the perfect roundness of my breasts. I remembered Ron's sweet caresses and the urgency of his kisses and immediately watched my nipples get extremely hard. I grasped them both with my hands, loving the sensual feeling. I pushed the male thoughts down with hardly any effort..."Look at this body," I said silently to myself. "This is NOT the body of a man! This is the body of a very horny young lady with a very willing an able young man in the next room! I know from experience that he's a nice guy, and if I've been given the power to change sexes whenever I want, I might as well see what it's like from the other side with a guy I know is terrific! Case closed!" I soaped my body quickly and rinsed out my long black hair. As I was doing this, my hand brushed against one of my earrings. It dangled loosely but remained clipped to my lobe. A sudden sense of panic came over me...What if one of my earrings came off in the throes of passion??? What a nightmare that would be! I tugged on them experimentally, trying to gauge just how much pressure would be necessary to pull them off. They were pretty secure, I thought...I'd just have to be a little careful.

Just as I was finally convincing myself that I had little to worry about, I heard the door to the shower room open. I felt my heart flutter in my small chest as the curtain opened to reveal Ron, naked and erect. I smiled at him and moved aside so he could come in with me. He immediately took me in his arms and turned me so that the spray covered both of us. "Your five minutes are up, lady," he said with a leer. "Looks like that's not the only thing that's up," I said with a smile as my tiny hand reached down to grasp his hard penis. "Can't help that, ma'am," he said with a laugh. "You're more responsible for that than I am!" We both exploded into giggles that turned to passion as his mouth found mine again. With my hand still around his penis, it occurred to me that this was the first time I had ever held a man's cock besides my own. I found it to be very, very different. As my hand began to move up and down its length, I could feel the rough ridges and the bulging veins inside it. The fact that I was indeed responsible for the hardness of this mysterious organ made me want it inside me even more. I felt Ron tremble a little as I stroked him a little faster. I felt him turn me in his arms so that my back was to his front. Not wanting to let go of him so soon, I reached around my back with my left hand and grasped his cock again. His hands, around my flat belly at first, began to move upward to my breasts. He cupped them both and began to roll my hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. My new body immediately came to life. I heard myself utter a very female moan and felt my back arch against his chest. My right arm shot up to grasp him behind his head, forcing it down against my neck. As his hands still worked on my breasts, I felt the added sensation of his mouth nibbling the back of my neck. This was always an extremely sensitive area for me as a male, and now, as a female, the pleasure had increased tenfold! Nearly unable to control my movements, I pulled on his penis in rhythm with his kisses, my bottom and back moving up and down against his slippery skin. One of his hands dropped away from my breasts and slid underneath my left arm. It snaked its way over my wet belly and over the broad curve of my hips, then began to run circles just outside my small thatch of black pubic hair. God, he was good! He knew just what to do! The circles began to shrink ever inward in synch with his other hand which still massaged my breasts. I felt a heat coming over me that I had begun to know well. Without even actually coming into contact with my pussy, I knew that I was well on my way to orgasm! I moaned and jerked on his cock as the circles terminated on my vaginal lips. I felt his teeth nip my neck as a finger worked its way inside my opening. I was now audibly gasping for breath as my passion built. No longer was I an intelligent human being...All that was left now was animal passion! As Ron's finger entered me and rubbed against my agitated clitoris, I exploded as never before. The feelings of Ron's mouth on my neck, his hands on my breasts and pussy, and his own penis in my grasp made my orgasm surge through me like a white hot knife through butter. I felt my hips thrusting forward uncontrollably, my right hand running crazily through his wet hair, and my mouth uttering high pitched wails of absolute pleasure! My first orgasm as a woman with a man, and we had only just begun!

As I slowly came down from my orgasm, I could feel Ron's experienced fingers slowly lessening their probing. I let my body go limp and fall back into his, my eyes peering at his face gratefully through my wet hair. I kissed him on the neck gently as his hands still caressed me softly. "That was wonderful, Ron," I whispered. "It's not over yet," he said as he bent down to kiss me on the lips. "Not by a long shot, lover," I said sexily, still savoring the feeling of my orgasm. "Meet you in the bedroom?" he said as he lovingly stroked my hair. "Can't wait!" I said with a playful tug on his incredibly erect penis. We hurriedly got out of the shower and only half dried off before I found myself pushing his strong naked body onto the bed. I stood over him and peered at his form in the dimly lit room with lustful eyes. I tried to remember how I felt when, as a man, I had looked at my lover just before we made love. There were certainly differences...Before, I had revelled in the soft curves and fragility of the female body. Now, since I had become the owner of the those very same curves and fragility, I revelled in the strength and hardness of the male body. I was, beyond the shadow of a doubt, a woman with all a woman's desires.

Still standing, I picked up Ron's hand and gently put his fingers into my small mouth. Looking him straight in the eye, I sucked and lightly nipped each one of them before kneeling on the bed. I took his hand from my mouth and placed it on my breasts. He began to reach for me with his other hand, but I stopped it and put it back down beside him. Without bending any further, I put my left hand on his chest, running my fingers through his soft chest hair. Remembering how he had so aroused me in the shower, I began to let my hand drift downward until I, too, began to trace circles around his pubic hair. As I did this, I felt his hand begin to squeeze my breast a little harder. I pushed my hair out of my face with my free hand and bent down to his penis. I watched as my hand squeezed it harder, loving the way it tried to get even harder with my attentions. Pushing away any lingering male thoughts, I slowly lowered my mouth onto it. I kissed it tentatively at first, then eagerly when I found that I enjoyed it. I felt Ron's hands running through my damp hair, then pushing my head downward as he let me know what he wanted. I took him full in my mouth then, sliding my lips up and down the length of his cock until I could fit no more inside me. I let my tongue wriggle over it sexily, amazed at my feeling of delight at giving my first blowjob! I began to increase my rhythm, bobbing my head in time with his slow pelvic thrusts. I experimented with letting my fingers caress his testicles and his moan of pleasure indicated that I was doing the right thing. Just as I was really getting into it, I felt his hands pulling my head off of him. I looked at him curiously, and he smiled and said, "Much more of that and there'll be nothing left for you." I smiled back at him with a certain amount of pride at having done such a good job. "I'm a girl that aims to please," I said with a sexy toss of my head. I crept up his body until I was lying on top of him, my body tingling with anticipation as my breasts crushed against his chest. I kissed him hard, and then, with a look of pleading in my eyes, I whispered, "I want you inside me...Now!" I rolled off of him and watched as he climbed on top of me. He kissed me lightly and asked, "Do we need a condom?" I smiled, knowing that Ron had had negative AIDS test only a month before we went on our trip. "No," I said gently. "I'm on the pill and I can tell that you're a healthy boy." With that, he began to kiss me gently but passionately. My hands ran over his broad shoulders and back as his began to stroke my pussy again, making me hot and wet. I broke the kiss and said pantingly, "Now, lover...Do it now!" He needed no further encouragement as seconds later I felt him enter me expertly. There was no pain as I thought there would be...Only utter unearthly pleasure! He drove inside me violently as I used my new vaginal muscles to squeeze him. I began to thrust into him as urgently as he was thrusting into me, my legs wrapping themselves around his waist to pull him further inside me. I felt completely in his power as his thrusts came faster and faster, bringing me ever closer to the brim of orgasm. An earthquake of passion overcame me just moments later as I felt him tense and shudder, the hot surge of his orgasm shooting powerfully into me. I moaned, then felt the release of my own orgasm come as my hips spasmed against his with wild undulations. With my release came the knowledge that at that moment, there was only one man in that bedroom, and I was not him. Thanks to Ron, I had become truly a woman!

--------Next, the finale! I've got it mostly planned out, but if you have any suggestions, drop a line to Kevin Moore at this BBS----------------- THE AZTEC EARRINGS (Part 6) by Kevin Moore

For the past eleven chapters, this story has followed a young male vacationer who discovers a pair of magical Aztec earrings on an island where he and his male buddy, Ron, are adventuring. To his surprise and delight, he finds that when he puts on the earrings, he becomes a beautiful young woman! Determined to experience this aspect of his personality to its maximum potential, he goes out in public, goes shopping, and, in the most recent chapter, makes love to Ron in his female guise. Now, in this finale, he discovers that his life, as well as Ron's is about to change forever!

CHAPTER 12 - - A WEIGHTY PROBLEM

As Ron and I lay basking in the afterglow of our love session, I felt that secure and protected feeling that so many women tell their lovers about, but so few of us males actually experience. Sure enough, just like I had been told by several of my female lovers, I had a desire to snuggle and be held by my man after making love. Sure enough, just like the typical male that I, myself had so recently been, Ron was trying to fight back that overwhelming desire to go to sleep after making love! As I lay nude next to him with my tiny hand stroking his chest hair and my smooth face snuggled into the hollow of his neck, I could feel the happiness surging off my body. I was very pleased with myself...Not only had I worked up the nerve to experience just what it was like for a woman having sex, but I had also actually "performed" very well! Ron seemed pleased in many different ways, and he had expressed his appreciation in more ways than one! I could feel his heart beating in his chest, and I enjoyed hearing the sounds of his breathing becoming heavier and deeper until they were those of a sleeping man.

After a little while, I got up and went to the bathroom. Trying not to wake my new lover, I crept into it and turned on the light. I peered at myself in the mirror, noting the slightly dreamy expression on my face as I looked into it. There was no doubt about it...I definitely looked like a woman who had just been made love to. From the slightly flushed face to the sexily dishevelled hair, my body reeked of sex! I fondled my new breasts, finding them to be still ultra sensitive from Ron's touch. I loved them! I loved the feminine way they made me feel, and I loved what they did for me, and Ron, during our little passion play! It suddenly occurred to me that I was beginning to think like a woman naturally as well as look like one. What was happening to me? Was I really ready to give up 30 years of life as a man based on just a few nights as a beautiful woman? I thought about it some more, then decided that I didn't need to give up anything! Thanks to those wonderful mystical Aztecs, I could be both male and female anytime I wanted to! I began to play with my image in the mirror, trying to find out just how womanly I could be if I did what came naturally. I tried a variety of poses, trying to look like an innocent maiden first, then a voracious tigress in heat, then a determined woman of independence. It was easy...With just a slight change of posture or facial expression, I could be all those things in a wink of an eye. A world of possibilities was opening up for me.

I decided that at this point in time, I liked the look of the tigress the best, so I practiced some more in the mirror, playing with my breasts, tossing my wild hair around, licking my full lips, and letting my legs part just enough so I could see the moist pinkness around my vagina. Suddenly, just as was about to masturbate to my reflection, I nearly jumped out of my skin as I heard a voice say, "I knew it! You're an escaped stripper from Hollywood!" I turned to find Ron looking in at me. "How long have you been there??!" I said with slight embarrassment. "Long enough to have enjoyed the performance enough to request an encore," he said with a sly smile on his lips as he opened the door completely. Having been more than a little aroused by my show in the mirror, I was more than ready to take him up on his request. "Oh yeah, " I said as I rolled up to him with my slinkiest walk, "Think you can handle it, buster?" "I think so, but please don't hurt me," he said with mock fear on his face. "Move it, then," I said as I pushed him with all my feminine force out of the bathroom and back into the bed. I was feeling aggressive this time, so I decided to take the "masculine" role. I pushed him back on the bed so that he lay on his back, his slightly erect penis pointing up at about a 45 degree angle. "Grrrrr!" I said playfully through clenched teeth, and I jumped on top of him. As I straddled him across the chest, I began moving my hips back and forth, grinding against his cock so that I could feel the life returning to it. I grabbed his hands and put them on my breasts, then placed my own hands on top of his as I began to grind with a little more vigor. At the touch of his hands on my breasts, I could feel his penis begin to jerk as it filled itself to near readiness. My own pussy had become very wet again, and I could feel my juices really begin to lubricate. I stopped my grinding for a second and removed one of my hands from my breast so I could guide his now fully erect penis into my waiting orifice. Ron was smiling with amusement at seeing this new aggressive side of me, but his amusement turned to desire as he slid neatly inside of me. I moaned with pleasure when he entered me, then I began to slowly raise myself up and down until I could feel his full length inside of me. I really liked being in control of the situation, and could vary the rhythm as it pleased me. Having experienced sex this way as a man, I knew that Ron would enjoy whatever I did, so I concentrated on pleasuring myself. I began to feel the now familiar sensation of my orgasm rising, so I increased my up and down movements until I was bucking furiously against his hips, my hands squeezing his on top of my breasts tighter and tighter. Suddenly, it was upon me and I arched my back against him, uttering a girlish squeal of utter delight as I did so. Waves of pleasure began to wash over me once again, and I released my hands from his so that I could press against his hard thighs. I began to slow my rhythm as I slowly came down, but was surprised to hear Ron beg me not to. I knew that he was about to come, too, so I did my best to accommodate him. I felt him tense and was expecting to feel that wonderful hot gush inside me, but instead, he bent at the waist and raised his upper torso off the bed so that he could get in one final colossal thrust. It was then that the dream became a nightmare!

Just as he was beginning to come, he grabbed at my head to pull me down on top of him. Unfortunately, when he reached for me, his left hand tangled with my right earring with enough force to pull it off! Instantly, I began to change back into a man. I could feel my curves shrinking and fading, my body turning tall and muscular, and, to my horror, my own penis growing forth from my crotch and forcing his out of me! I threw my head back and screamed, "Noooooo!" but knew it was too late when I heard my voice go from sultry soprano to male baritone in mid-scream.

Ron went from that one perfect moment of ecstasy to absolute horror in only seconds. As I went through my undesired transformation, I tried to keep my eyes open so as to make sure that my one time pal and recent lover didn't try to kill me while I was changing. Though I had grown somewhat accustomed to the amazing metamorphosis of my body, it still rendered me nearly unconscious for a few seconds. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as my beautiful breasts flattened into hairy male nipples, my broad, smooth hips receding into the straight lines of a male rear. I came back to reality in seconds, just in time to see Ron leap naked from the bed with a yell, trip over a tangle of clothes on the floor, and careen into the bedroom wall. He sank to his knees, his eyes wide and staring, seeing his male friend of many years where moments before a sexy goddess had been. I could only imagine what he was going through...He was panting loudly, trying to form words that just would not come, his whole face a mass of confusion. For the life of me, I did not know what to say. I wished that I was female again so I could go and comfort him without rejection, but I knew that to just slip my earring back on would not be explanation enough. I felt his intense gaze on me and I lowered my eyes with embarrassment. He began to mutter almost inaudibly..."A dream...Gotta be a dream," he said over and over again. I felt terrible. I had seduced the best friend I had in the world in a false female form under false pretenses, for basically my own selfish reasons. Now had come the time to pay the piper. As a man, Ron was somebody I relied upon to return my friendship without question; as a woman, I not only found him to be someone I felt comfortable showing my vulnerabilities to, but also a wonderful, passionate lover. I didn't want to lose either of him!

While he still sat with his back against the wall, muttering his "Gotta be a dream" mantra over and over again, I scrambled out of the bed, walked over to the flask he had laid on the dresser, took a long pull off of it, then tossed it over to him. Without taking his eyes off of me, he opened it and gulped down enough to pickle an elephant. I returned to the bed, sat cross legged on it, and put a pillow over the important parts of my nakedness. "Better?" I asked him. He just sat there, his eyes locked onto mine, his head shaking back and forth, back and forth. I unclipped the remaining earring from my left ear. "It's these," I said, searching the covers and finding the other one that was responsible for my current predicament. I held them up close to him so that he could see what I was talking about. "They do pretty incredible things, man," I said with a sardonic smile on my face. "I found 'em on the island, tried them out, and, um...one thing lead to another..." my voice trailing off at the end. "I'm sorry, boss...I didn't mean for you to ever find out, " I said with my head shaking in apology. For the first time in a while, I saw a momentary gleam of coherency in his eyes. He started to speak, couldn't find the words at first, then continued, "You mean you...You're really...It really was you that I..." "Um-humm," I said with a slight nod of my head. Ron moved a hand toward the earrings that I was holding out, then drew it back quickly. "No way...can't be...How?...No...Gotta be a dream, gotta be a dream," he said, taking another healthy tug off the flask. I could tell we were getting nowhere fast at this rate, so I decided to take a little more drastic action. "Want me to prove it to you?" I asked. Ron just sat there shaking his head muttering, "Can't be...no way...no way." I clipped on one of the earrings, looked at him and said, "I hope this doesn't blow your gasket completely," then clipped on the other one. I felt the familiar sensation of transformation with all the pullings, tightenings, expansions and withdrawals, and in seconds, I was once again the woman he knew as Amber. "Oh my God...Oh my God!" he wailed as I tried to take on a comforting feminine look of sympathy. He put his hands over his eyes as I got up off the bed to go to him. I could feel the fairly familiar, but still strange bounce of my breasts as I padded over to the wall where he sat. I bent down to him and placed my soft tiny hands on his, gently tugging them away from his eyes. He looked into my beautiful female face and I smiled at him. "It's okay," I said, taking his handsome face in my hands and looking him straight in the eye, "you're not nuts. I'm real, and I'm just who you think I am. Now pull yourself together and lets talk about this!" I felt a brief triumphant flash when I saw him set his jaw, purse his lips, and begin nodding his head in agreement.

For the next half hour, we sat on the bed across from each other, him in a chair, paying rapt attention to every detail of the story I told him, me on the bed, trying to find the best words possible so as not to make him want to kill me! It was interesting that I felt more comfortable sharing my story with him as a woman instead of his more familiar male buddy. Perhaps it was because I knew that I could talk more intimately with him in a half hour as a female than I had ever talked with him in a lifetime as a man. Finally, I heard myself saying, "So because I knew that you were such a nice guy to me when I was a man, I thought that you would be perfect to try out as a woman." "I'm sorry I put you through this," I said, my voice lowering to a whisper. "I never meant for it to end this way..." and, incredibly, I felt my eyes filling with tears. I couldn't remember the last time I actually cried, but in this body, in this situation, it was something that came totally natural to me. I dabbed at my eyes with a tiny feminine hand, and then, even more remarkably, I watched as Ron stood up from the chair and sat down next to me on the bed, stretching a comforting arm around my small shoulders. I lay back into him, my tears flowing freely now, and grasped him around his chest, squeezing him with all the minuscule feminine strength I had. "It's okay," I heard him say through my sobs, "It's okay, Amb...Jeez, I don't know what to call you." I sniffed daintily, then turned my face up to his and said with a pout, "Amber...I'm Amber right now." "Okay, Amber. Okay," he said comfortingly, gently stroking my moist cheek. I sat up, giving him a look of gratitude. "Thanks, Ron," I said with a final sniff, "Thanks for being so understanding." We both straightened up from our intimate positions, and looked at each other. I cocked my head at him and said, "So..." "No. Wait," he said, "There's just one thing I can't quite figure out." "What's that?" I said. "Well, don't take me wrong, but...Were you gay when you were a man? I mean, did you think about me..." "No, no!" I said, stopping him before he could finish. "It's these earrings...They change everything! Body, feelings...desires." He shook his head in amazement at me. "That's incredible, but so is everything about this whole thing! Are you sure that you weren't..." Almost without thinking, I yanked my earrings off before he ended his sentence. The world went black for a second, and then I was again a man. Ron looked a little shaken by my transformation, but nothing like the basket case he had been the first time it happened. "Here!" I said in my accustomed baritone, offering the earrings to him. "Give it a whirl!" He looked at them distrustfully and made no move to take them from me. "Here!" I said a little more firmly, opening his hands so I could force him to take them. "You'll never completely understand unless you try it for yourself!" He took a deep breath and let it out with a dubious sigh, then nodded his head in determination. Just as he was about to clip them on, I stopped his hands. "Wait," I said. "Before you do it, I want you take a good look at me." I stood up and turned around in all my male nude glory. "Now, do you see anything you like? Anything that turns you on?" I asked forcefully. "Yuck, no!" he said with a laugh. "No offense, but I much prefer Amber to you." "Okay, then," I said with a grin, "Now you can put them on."

It was incredible to actually watch someone else besides myself change from a well-built, almost strapping man, into a petite alluring woman. I gazed in awe as I saw Ron's broad chest shrink and soften, two beautifully shaped breasts taking the place of his hard male nipples; his face changing from a masculine visage with a nearly permanent five-o'clock shadow, to a soft feminine pouty lipped woman's with high cheekbones and pencil thin eyebrows. His body shrank and contorted before my eyes, shapely smooth legs replacing hairy male ones, soft feminine arms and hands taking over from pronounced biceps and rough thick fingers. The new goddess's head was thrown back as the final change began, and I stared in amazement as his flaccid penis first pulled inside two womanly thighs, then reshaped itself into a glistening, nearly hairless vagina. I heard her gasp in a tiny female voice as she came back to consciousness. Her adorable wide eyed expression of wonder as she explored her new body was the very picture of girlish innocence. I felt myself becoming aroused as she fondled her new prominent breasts, experiencing for the first time as I had not so long ago, just exactly what delightful sensations they created in her. She was beautiful, but I noted with interest, she was not the same woman I became when I put on the magical earrings. She was a little taller than my female self, a little bustier, and her face perhaps a little more worldly looking than mine. All in all, she was beauty in extreme with her long mane of auburn hair cascading over her small shoulders almost all the way to her tiny waist. I was almost hypnotized simply by looking at her, and I nearly jumped when I heard a small delicate voice say, "I see what you mean." I moved my gaze from her breasts to her face which was smiling at me. "What do you think, angel?" I asked gently. "I'm kind of ashamed to say," the nymph responded. Then she crinkled her button nose in an adorable look of confusion. "Everything feels so different...so soft and small.. so... different!" she said, trying to find the right words. She tossed her head, her long hair swirling over her shoulders and covering her beautiful breasts. She smoothed it back over her neck, then glanced up and saw a hint of her reflection in the mirror. She got up delicately, and moved slowly toward it. I watched in appreciation at how her perfect hips swayed as she walked away. She stood staring at her reflection for a full minute before turning to me and saying, "Is this really me?" "Yes, ma'am," I responded instantly. "And personally speaking, I think it's a real improvement over that other guy!" She giggled marvelously...In all my years of knowing Ron, I could not ever recall a time when he actually giggled! She resumed looking at herself in the mirror, doing almost exactly the same things that I had done myself on first inspection. She examined herself from the rear, nodding with appreciation, then took on a few provocative model poses. I grinned and shook my head in approval at my drastic experiment having proved so successful. I decided to take one more chance then. I came over to her and stood behind her, grasping her around her tiny waist. A brief look of disgust crept over her face, but turned into something else entirely as my hands worked their way up her slender torso to cup her breasts. I heard a distinctly unmasculine moan escape her pouty lips as I squeezed her hard nipples gently, then turned her in my arms to kiss her. Ron had always been the first one of us to try new things or take on difficult challenges, and this time was no different. In minutes, my male buddy had taken on the characteristics of a sexually deprived female nymphomaniac! I almost felt inadequate to the task of satisfying her. She couldn't get enough of me, and I couldn't get enough of her. She wanted to try virtually all the sexual positions ever described to her, ultimately deciding on a "doggie style" variation with me taking her from behind while she lay on her side. It was heaven to hear the dainty growls and wails of pleasure coming from her as I pounded in and out for all I was worth!

After nearly two hours of non-stop experimentation, we finally took a break. She nestled in the crook of my arm as we gently caressed one another, not bothering to speak. Finally, she looked at me seriously, and said in a small voice, "What happens now?" In all honesty, I had thought about this very question ever since my earring had come loose at that inopportune time. "Now, my love," I said, tracing the wonderful curve of her tiny chin with a finger, "Now, I think we move in together and become the happiest husband and wife, wife and husband, ever seen on the face of this planet or any other!" "I think I love that idea, 'Amber'," she said with a giggle as she squeezed my depleted cock with her tiny hand. "Why thank you, 'Ron'," I said, taking a firm breast in my mouth to stifle my laughter!.....And so we did...

EPILOGUE:

This week, I'm Amber on Monday, Wednesday and Saturday night, and Ron is "Tina" on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Sunday night. Neither one of us is willing to concede the unequal night to the other, so next week I get to be Amber for four nights and he gets to be Tina for three. Just as I predicted lo those many months ago in a small motel room in a non-descript town, we are the happiest couple (or is that foursome?) on the face of this planet or any other! Ron and I plan to go back to the island during Christmas vacation this year. In addition to doing further exploration in hopes of discovering new artifacts, we also plan to set up our own private version of a shrine to those mystical Aztecs who have brought us such happiness. I wonder who will be in attendance when we "dedicate" our little holy gift of gratitude? I hope it will Amber, but then again, Tina is always such fun at parties!

**** I hope you have enjoyed this story, and, as always, I would love to hear your comments and criticisms----Kevin Moore, November 1995 ********

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