ON THE BEACH: A STORY OF TRANSFORMATION

                                                       K. Moore

     Brenda picked me up early the day we began our remarkable trip to
the beach.  I really didn't know what to expect from this because even
though I lusted mightily for her, she had shown little romantic interest
in me.  We got to our hotel room that evening, and after we had unpacked
and were preparing to go for a walk, Brenda sat down on the bed with a
mysterious look in her eye.  She said, "You've always been good to me
and I want to do something for you that I know you'll enjoy."  She
reached into her purse and produced a bottle of unmarked pills, shook
one out and gave it to me. "What will it do to me?," I asked. 
"Something I think you'll like!," she replied.  Trusting her, I took it
dry as Brenda watched with a mischievous look of satisfaction on her
face.  "Now, let's go take a walk!"  Since it was still warm outside, I
pulled off my sleeveless T-shirt and prepared to go with just my shorts
on.  Brenda stopped me and said, "Um...I think it would be better if you
wore a shirt."  "How come?," I asked.  "Um, 'cause you never if it might
get cold while we're out there," she said, and then added under her
breath with a giggle, "And you might come back with something you didn't
go out with!"  I looked at her strangely, but put my shirt back on,
anyway.  Ten minutes later we were walking hand in hand on the beach
looking at the starry sky.  I asked her again about the pill that I had
taken, but she just shook her head and said, "Let's just say, be ready
for anything!"

     We were silent for a while until suddenly I began to feel strange. 
My stomach began to cramp and I felt like my insides were on fire!  I
got really dizzy and sat down with a moan on a log in the sand. 
"Something wrong?," Brenda said.  I tried to describe my sick feeling to
her, but for some reason, my voice kept cracking embarrassingly, and the
description I related to her came out half baritone, and half
high-pitched soprano. Brenda peered at me closely through the dim light
and smiled..."Right on time!," she said, clapping her hands happily;
"Hang on...It'll be over in just a minute!" "What are you talking
about!?," I said through my pain, listening in wonder to a voice that
was not mine coming out of my mouth. My body suddenly spasmed with
uncontrollable shakes, but a pleasant tingly sensation that had started
deep inside me began to grow in intensity and spread to my skin and
extremities.  I threw back my head as Brenda watched, and I was
astonished to find that my hair was growing rapidly!  It tickled the
back of my neck when I moved my head, and when my hands shot up to
investigate, I found that my new hair was thick and soft, and had the
silky quality only found in girls!  As the tingling grew greater, my
hands sought out my face, and I was shocked to find no beard as I
normally would, but soft, cool feminine skin instead.  Panicked, I
turned to Brenda and said in my new voice, "Brenda! What did you do?!!" 
She ran her hands through my new thick tresses and said, "Shhh...I'm
turning you into a pretty girl for the weekend...You'll love it!"  She
took my hands away from my face gently and motioned me with her head to
look down.  I felt I must be dreaming, for there, unfolding in front of
my eyes was a perfect woman's body with long shapely legs, curving hips,
and firm rounded breasts.  I ran my hands over my new body in disbelief
as the tingling sensation subsided, pausing as I reached my delicate
bosom.  The stiff, pretty nipples protruded through the thin material of
my tank top, and when I pinched them lightly with my suddenly slim,
long-nailed fingers, it sent an electric shock of passion throughout my
body.  My hands travelled down again, feeling the smallness of my waist
and the soft but firm flatness of my woman's belly.  I traced the curve
of my round hips and the soft skin of my hairless legs in amazement.  As
I petted myself, I realized that a moist warmth was building up between
my legs that I was dying to investigate.  I nearly dropped my now-baggy
shorts to see if I was really a complete girl, but I realized that
Brenda was sill watching me with amusement and satisfaction.  A new
sense of "female" modesty kept me from exploring any further.

     "I can't believe this," I said in my new soft soprano.  "How does
it feel?," Brenda questioned with a sly grin on her face.  "Like I'm me,
but not me," I said, marvelling at the sensuality of my female voice. 
She laughed, "Well, Karen, my girl, let's go back up to the room where
we can get a better look at you...I can already see that I'm going to
have some stiff competition with you in that form, because from what I
can see in this light, you are at least as pretty as me, if not moreso!" 
I shook my head again in wonder as all the feminine sensations of a
woman that I had only dreamed about suddenly asserted themselves.

     Brenda pulled me to my feet, and I looked around at the world for
the first time from the perspective of about a 5"3' beautiful woman. 
The whole sensation of movement was wonderful as I felt the wind in my
hair, the sexy bounce of my unencumbered breasts, and the tingly sting
of sand as it blew against the sensitive skin of my pretty legs.  I took
Brenda's hand as we neared civilization again, but she patted it gently
and loosened my grip. "Don't want people to think we're lesbians," she
said with a giggle, and I realized for the first time the reality of the
situation.  As we came up the walk to the hotel, she said, "Now, you
need to walk a little slower and hold your shoulders up.  There's
nothing wrong with letting your pretty hips sway a little bit!"  I tried
to do as she asked, allowing my walk to become more reflective of my
dainty feminine appearance.  As we walked into the harsh light of the
lobby, I realized the provocativeness of the way I was dressed.  My
T-shirt was very revealing and nearly see-through, appropriate for the
strapping man that had walked out of the hotel, but shameless for the
bouncy-breasted maiden who came back in.  I felt my face get hot with a
blush as I became aware of the appreciative stares I was drawing from
the male guests.  Thankfully, the elevator opened almost at once, and we
found ourselves alone inside it.  I watched as Brenda looked me over
carefully.  "My God, you're perfectly beautiful," she said in
excitement, grasping me by my bare soft arms.  "Your boobs are perfect
and your legs go on forever!"  She grinned with pride as I couldn't
think of anything else to do but giggle girlishly in response.

     When we got to our room, I ran straight to the full length mirror.
What I saw made me gasp with sheer disbelief.  Staring back at me was a
vision of feminine perfection.  I had deep liquid brown eyes framed by
perfectly contoured eyebrows, a turned up button nose, high sculpted
cheekbones, generous pink lips, and perfectly even white teeth.  My body
was spectacular!  I took in the wonderful soft angles of my new figure,
marvelling at the high waist, the long legs, the ample breasts, and the
sexy pelvic curve.

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  Ignoring modesty, I drew my T-shirt over my head and
looked at myself topless.  I explored my breasts in the mirror, admiring
their perfect size and shape.  I ran my tiny hands and palm over a large
pink nipple, loving the dual sensations of being both a woman having her
breasts felt up and a man copping a feel!  I felt sexy all over, and,
noticing Brenda watching my exploration in the mirror, turned
seductively toward her and took her in my arms.  I sighed passionately
as I felt the warmth of her soft breasts crushing into my own, and
turned up my face to be kissed.  I experienced the limitations of a
woman's strength then as she gently but firmly pushed me away.  "Karen,"
she said with a happy but serious smile, "I'm not really into
homosexuality, and you don't have anything between those gorgeous legs
of yours that would make me want you right now."  I realized that she
was right, but having not seen or experienced the sensation of having a
vagina, I still wanted her even though she was now the same sex as I. 
"If you want to go all the way in that package, it's going to have to be
done with a man," she said.  This was something that I hadn't considered
before, and I just wasn't sure I wanted to.  Brenda, I think, guessed my
situation, and said, "Why don't you take a shower and, if you're
willing, I'll help dress you up and see if we can't let you find out how
the other half really lives."  I nodded, and, trying to act like I
wasn't excited, walked to the bathroom and eagerly locked the door.  I
bent down with my new breasts swaying and turned on the water.  I
quickly pulled down my shorts and looked at that which made me truly
female.  It was perfect!  Surrounded by a small thatch of black pubic
hair and in beautiful proportion with my lovely thighs, my vagina
practically begged to be caressed.  I reached for it with a long nailed
finger and found myself to be wet with anticipation.  With my finger
discovering new ways to arouse myself from the inside, I stepped into
the shower and allowed the water to pelt against my sexy body.  I rubbed
myself sensually all over and sat down on the edge of the tub.  With a
slow sensual moan, I opened my silky thighs and began to play with
myself again. I rotated my finger around a little bud that sent shivers
of electricity throughout my girlish self, and found that I was audibly
groaning in sultry female whispers.  Amazed at the wonder of it all, I
let my exploration get more daring.  I increased the speed of my finger
on my clitoris and kneaded a ripe breast with the other hand. As I
plunged my finger in and out of myself, I found that my body was
beginning to quiver uncontrollably.  In ecstasy, I realized that I was
about to climax in a woman's body for the first time.  The intensity of
my building orgasm nearly overwhelmed me as my right hand alternated
between my breasts, squeezing them roughly and forcefully.  Suddenly, I
felt total release as my feminine body bolted, a high-pitched cry of
passion issuing forth from my mouth.  Wave after wave of electricity
rolled through me as my orgasm reached its apex.  Never as a man had I
experienced such utter delight!  As I thrashed my head in rhythm with my
undulating hips, I found myself wishing to experience this feeling again
with a man!

     Weak-kneed and flushed from my experience, I got out of the shower
and wrapped a towel around my petite body, tucked in conveniently around
my breasts.  Brenda was waiting for me outside, and her smile told me
that she knew and understood what had just happened to me.  "Well?," she
said.  I sighed heavily and grinned..."Let's go get picked up!"  She
smiled and touched my still moist shoulder, "I thought you might feel
that way...Tell you what, why don't you let me take a shower while you
see if you can figure out how to get into the clothes I picked out for
you."  I looked over on the bed and saw a beautiful and sexy set of
lingerie and stockings laid out for me.  I nodded, and she squeezed my
hand and disappeared into the bathroom.  I dropped my towel away from my
still warm body and set about putting on the lingerie she had picked
out.  I slipped a lacy black garter belt over my tiny waist and drew on
a matching pair of panties.  The feel of their perfumed silkiness around
my hips caused me to shake my head again in delighted wonder.  Next, I
leaned down and sensually pulled up a pair of black nylons over my
shapely legs, my breasts making contact with the top of my thighs as the
stockings came up, causing my nipples to stiffen yet again.  I attached
the nylons to my garter belt and felt the incredibly arousing pull of
the straps against the backs of my bottom cheeks as I walked over to the
mirror for another look.  I toplessly inspected the wet-haired nymph
that gazed back at me with happiness before enclosing my beautiful bosom
in a strapless push-up bra that forced my breasts against each other,
creating a beautiful crease of cleavage.  I was drying my long black
hair, clad only in my lingerie, when Brenda came out of the shower.  She
looked me over approvingly and cocked her head in a sassy way.  "You are
going to make one hell of a slutty tease in that outfit!  You ready to
see a lot of bulges in men's pants!"  I crossed my legs and cupped a
breast with my hand, licked my lips sexily and said, "I beg your
pardon...I'm no slut!," and thrust a shoulder out provocatively. She
laughed loudly, telling me that she hoped my virginity wasn't a valuable
thing to me.

     I sat in a chair at the makeup table while Brenda teased my hair
into fluffy sexiness, little punky bangs poofing up from my luminous
eyes.  She made up my face with blusher, mascara and a deep red
lipstick, and then turned her attention to my nails, turning them into
sexy, spiky red claws. She did herself then while I stepped into a tight
green sleeveless mini dress that dipped daringly at the neckline and
came up all the way to mid- thigh.  I slipped on a pair of high heels
and wobbled a little while practicing walking in them.

     We walked out of our room and headed for the hotel nightclub
downstairs.  I felt totally feminine in my tight dress and heels, my
perfume making my head spin a little bit.  In the half-filled club, male
eyes sought us out with lust as we perched on a bar stool with our
pretty legs crossed.  For the next hour, I laughed, danced and flirted
like a normal girl, men practically throwing themselves at me,
compliments being showered on me like rain!  I felt my first attraction
for a man during my first slow dance.  Jonathon was a muscular,
intelligent man with strong arms that wrapped me up tightly and led me
around the floor to the slow beat.  As the song was nearing its end, I
laid my head on his broad shoulder as his hand gently stroked the
sensitive skin of my back.  I looked up at him through what I hoped were
bedroom eyes and sighed as he turned me gently but forcefully in his
arms.  His finger traced the curve of my chin and tilted my face up to
his.  The woman I had become melted into his arms as our soft lips
locked into a soulful and passionate kiss.

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