Happy Birthday
by Michelle Lurker
Jeff sat reading under a tree by the football field. The sun was warm on his face as he leafed through the film magazine he was reading. It was a wonderful day, he thought, and began reading an article on a new director when the sun was blotted out. He looked up, to see an incredible specimen of femininity. She was lean and athletic, but had the curves of a woman much more mature than her seventeen years. Long naturally curly blond hair hung around her sweet features. She wore a cheerleader's uniform, it's short pleated skirt showing off much of her voluptous legs. She smiled at Jeff, and he smiled back. He had seen this sight unnumerable times before, but was always stunned. He gathered his things, stood up, and said, "Ready to go?"
"Sure", replied the girl. Heather was her name, and she and Jeff had been friends as long as they both could remember. He had watched her develop from an awkward tomboy into a beautiful girl, perhaps the most beautiful of all the girls at Central High. Heather was popular, and dated many of the `A-crowd' guys. There was not a social event at the high school that was complete if she was not invited.
Jeff, on the other hand, was not quite so popular. Of slim build, he was an attractive enough guy, but just seemed incapable of success with women (Hit the gym', Heather had told him often, You're a good looking guy, you just need to work out a bit...'). He, too, was present at most of the better parties, but he knew that was only because he was Heather's friend. He often ended up alone in the kitchen, holding his drink and trying not to look awkward. The guys Heather dated were begrudgingly polite to him, and he knew it.
Still, the two were close friends. They shared a bond that the Heather's boyfriends resented. When his few male friends at school would ride him about knowing such a babe and not getting anywhere with her, he would merely reply that they were `just friends'.
While that was true, there was also another reason. Jeff did not find himself attracted to girls. Not that he was attracted to men, but as all his friends began to discover the opposite sex Jeff was bewildered. When he looked at girls he noticed something else...
Jeff was eight when he looked up `transvestite' in the dictionary. He had always, as long as he could remember, been interested in women's clothing. When he had the chance, which was not nearly often enough, he would try on some of his sister's things. He was always dissapointed by the way they fit. He found himself wondering, fantasizing even, about what it would be like to be a girl, and have all those wonderful dresses, skirts, and blouses fit him propoerly. He didn't consider this being gay, but he was rather unsure of his sexuality, or even if he had one at all.
The two friends got into Jeff's car. Heather had been talking about cheerleading practice, Jeff was absently listening while wondering what it felt like to wear a cheerleader's uniform with those silky white panties underneath...
"Jeff", Heather said, "Hello? I asked you a question."
"What, oh sorry, I was thinking about something else..."
"What I was saying is when is your family party going to end?" Jeff's birthday was the next day, and every relative whom he either didn't know about or care to know were coming over to his house for dinner. "There is a party at the reservoir, why don't you drop by after?"
"Oh... it'll go late. I guess I won't be able to make it."
"Too bad... Cindy Meklersberg will be there." Cindy was a girl who had a crush on Jeff. She was a year his junior, and was on the cheerleading squad with Heather. While Jeff knew she was attractive, once again there was no interest beyond that. He liked the way she dressed, that was about all...
"Oh...", Jeff mumbled.
"Jeff... I just don't get you sometimes. Here's a really nice girl who likes you, and you don't make an effort. You have to work on these things, you know." When Jeff pulled up to her house Heather reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope. "I guess if I won't see you on your birthday I can give you your present now..."
Jeff looked at the envelope, and looked inside. It contained a membership for the local fitness club. "Heather, I can't take this -- it's too expensive..."
"Don't be silly, I make more than enough at my job to buy my best friend a decent present for his birthday. After a few months at the gym, you'll have women dripping off you..."
Jeff looked at her, "I don't know... well, thanks." Heather leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"I worry about you sometimes, Jeff. Well, happy birthday. And don't forget, if you can make it come to the party at the reservoir."
"I'll try", said Jeff, knowing he wouldn't.
The family dinner birthday party for Jeff was about as dry as those events get. It seemed the entire family clan was present, and while all of them brought presents most had little interest in Jeff. Still, he was forced by his mother to sit in the front room and make achingly polite conversation. The dinner itself could not have come sooner, and though it too moved along at a snail's pace Jeff knew it would all soon be over. He knew the event that he dreaded most was at hand when his mother dimmed the dining room lights.
The dining room was soon bathed in the glow of candles. Happy 18th Jeff' screamed the cake in blue icing. His relatives began a chorus of Happy Birthday' which seemed to eminate from Hell itself. As the cake was placed down before him he then heard a series of people calling make a wish...'. Jeff closed his eyes and thought. For no particular reason he thought I wish I was Heather'. He found this odd, for while he had fantasized about being a girl, and even about being some of the girls from school, he had never thought about his friend Heather that way. Oh well, it's all just silliness, he thought.
After the cake was consumed his relatives slowly began to clear out. Jeff chuckled inside when a few jokingly asked what he had wished for, knowing what the look on their faces would be if they had known. He finally stood waving his last goodbye and closed the door. His mother handed him his pile of gifts and he carted them up to his room. After brushing his teeth and getting into his pyjamas he picked up a paperback he had been reading. Jeff read a few paragraphs before dozing off to sleep. His birthday wish was the furthest thing from his mind...
Jeff had a very strange dream that night. He was walking around a darkened field with a bonfire in the middle. He recognized a couple of faces from school, and noticed a number of the guys looking at him. He was at a party of some sort... the reservoir, he half knew/remembered. Someone put his arm around Jeff's shoulder, and when he looked it was Heather's boyfriend Ryan. This seemed very normal to Jeff in his dream. The two walked around, talking to people from school (Jeff couldn't really make out any of the conversation, though), and after a while walked to Ryan's car. In the dream Ryan looked at Jeff for a minute, and slowly leaned forward. His mouth touched Jeff's and they kissed...
When Jeff woke up the next morning he had quite the hangover. He hadn't remembered drinking, in fact he was almost sure he hadn't, but still felt queasy and disoriented. He looked at the bedspread... this wasn't right. As he looked around the room, he began to realize where he was...
`What the hell am I doing in Heather's room?', he almost said out loud. God did his head hurt. He looked around, but could see no sign of his friend. He was thinking things over when he heard a shout from downstairs... it was Heather's mom.
"Heather..."
Jeff knew that Heather's mom (her maiden name was Beaumont, thought Jeff, why do I know that?) knew he and Heather were only friends, but finding him asleep in her bed might not go over too well. He had to hide.
"Heather..."
She was coming up the stairs, and Jeff knew her destination was this room. He jumped out of bed, and began to slowly make his way to the bedroom closet. When he passed the dresser mirror he saw something that made him freeze in his tracks...
Staring at him with unbelieving eyes was his friend Heather. Wearing a silk chemise, and possesing every firm, curvascous inch he knew her to she stood in the mirror before him. A wisp of blond hair was hanging in front of her deep blue eyes that conveyed the sense of alarm that Jeff was feeling. She occupied the exact space that he did, only in reverse. Jeff couldn't move for a second, but when he did he was shocked by what he saw...
As he moved his arm so did the girl in the mirror. When he ran his hands up to his chest, not only did he see the girl in the mirror do the same, but he felt the soft mounds of flesh in his hand that he saw reflected. He ran one hand to his crotch and his reflection obliged. "My god...", he said, this time aloud.
"Heather, there you are..." It was Heather's mom, standing in the doorway of her room. "Young lady, do you plan to sleep away the whole day or are you going to help me cleaning this house?" she asked, oblivious to the fact that what she thought was her daughter was in fact her male friend Jeff. "Well..."
Jeff opened his mouth to speak, but could say nothing. He looked back to the mirror, at the beautiful girl standing there, and everything went black. Jeff laid in bed, eyes closed, thinking about everything. He had blacked out, unable to comprehend what was happening. When he woke up he at first had thought it some incredible dream he had experienced, but his reflection in the mirror had not changed. As far as the mirror was concerned, he WAS his friend Heather. Her mother had helped him into bed and brought him a glass of water and some aspirins. "Heather Ann...", she had said, "You know I don't mind you drinking if you keep it under control..." If only my biggest problem was a hangover, thought Jeff.
He had fallen asleep without saying a word, still afraid that when he spoke he would hear that voice that he was all too familiar with. Now he woke up again, and without opening his eyes he knew that nothing had changed since he had woke up last. The hangover was essentially gone, but the sensations that did remain were as disorienting as any hangover he had ever had.
Under the quilt that he slept under he could sense his body. He felt the soft silk of the chemise he, or Heather rather, had worn to sleep. He could feel the new distribution of tissue, the feeling of his breasts, and the absence of a familiar sensation between his legs. He felt his long curly blond hair against his shoulders and face. He opened his eyes, and sat up. Looking in the dresser mirror he saw nothing had changed. He was still, apparently, that wonderful specimen of femininity he knew as Heather Allen.
Jeff's staring was interrupted by Heather's mom coming into the bedroom. "So, you're awake now", she said, "Feeling better?"
Jeff forced a response, "A little..."
"Well, I guess the only way to learn not to overindulge is by sleeping off a tough hangover. Maybe next time you'll think twice before drinking so much."
"Yeah", said Jeff distractedly.
"Well, if you are feeling better now you'd better get up and get ready. You haven't forgotten about Uncle Charlie's, have you?"
Uncle Charlie was Heather's favorite uncle. Jeff had met him once or twice, and remembered him as being a nice guy. "No", Jeff said, still amazed by hearing Heather's voice speak the words. We are going over to Uncle Charlie's for dinner, he thought, to celebrate... his new job? Jeff couldn't remember Heather telling him this, but as he thought about it it became clearer.
"Well, then, you'd better get into the tub. We're leaving in about two hours." Heather's mom got up and left the room.
Jeff was confused. He didn't know where the knowledge of Uncle Charlie's promotion had come from, but it was there nonetheless. The more he thought about it the clearer it became. He pushed the thought away, and figured he'd better get ready. Until he could figure out this mystery he'd go along with it as best he could. As he was getting out of bed a plush teddy bear rolled onto the floor. Jeff picked it up, and suddenly had an image of Heather's boyfriend Ryan. It was hazy, but as he looked at the bear images became clearer. He closed his eyes and felt a warmth spread over him, thought of something that made him blush, and quickly put the bear down. It's eyes seemed to follow him as he went into the bathroom.
Jeff and Heather were close, but he had never seen her naked. With the bath running, he stared at himself in the mirror. He almost felt it wasn't right to see her without clothes, but he couldn't figure a way to get bathed while still wearing the chemise. He slowly pulled it over his head, and slid off the panties he was wearing. What he saw in the mirror made him stop and stare...
He knew Heather was a beautiful girl, but to see her this way made him gasp. Her body was firm, toned by years of gymnastics and aerobics. Her breasts stood proudly from her chest, probably C-cup, Jeff thought. Her nipples were standing erect, probably from the excitement Jeff felt. Her tummy was flat, and her hips shapely. Her long, supple legs ended at a perfectly shaped V of blond hair. Good God, thought Jeff, I'm beautiful... No, he stoped himself, Heather is beautiful. This is her body, not mine. Until I can figure out this whole experience I am merely a caretaker. He still couldn't supress a smile at the lovely girl in the mirror. He turned, stopped the faucets, and slid into the bath.
Bathing was an awkward experience. Jeff was trying to remain as objective and non-sexual as possible while lathering and cleansing Heather's ample curves. He thought of anything but her, but still could not prevent himself from loving the exquisite luxury of the warm bath. He got out, quickly drying himself off, and threw on the terrycloth bathrobe he found (knew?) in one of the cabinets.
He stood in the bedroom, wondering what to wear. Though he was trying to remain as objective about the situation as possible he couldn't help wonder in anticipation what it would feel like to try on her clothes. Jeff reached into the top right drawer and pulled out a pair of high-cut lacy panties and a matching lace bra. Dropping off his robe, once again marvelling at the sight of the girl in the mirror, he slid on the panties. He took the bra, and after a few tries put it on properly. The image of his friend, dressed only in lacy feminine underthings was almost more shocking than seeing her body naked. He tried not to think about it, and went to another dresser drawer to select a rib-knit black turtleneck, a short tan-print wrap skirt, and some black tights. He had seen Heather wear this outfit many times, and thought she looked good in it.
He pulled on the tights, loving their feel as they rubbed across his silky legs. Next came the turtleneck. Jeff pulled it over the long blond hair, and down over Heather's impressive bustline. While pulling the long hair from the collar Jeff noticed how clingy the top was, and how much it showed off the female form beneath. He then wrapped the skirt around his waist and did up the small belt. He looked at himself in the mirror. Once again he saw his friend, but that was coupled with a sense of joy at being able to dress in women's clothing, and to have a body which allowed him to do so so convincingly. Looking at his new, near-perfect features he realized he needed makeup.
Jeff had never applied makeup before, but once he began it all came so naturally. He felt almost detached from himself as he watched the girl in the mirror make herself up. When he was finished the end product was exactly as Heather would have done. Grabbing a small brown leather purse, and completing his outfit with brown leather flats Jeff walked downstairs, trying not to enjoy the way his skirt felt or the deliscous swing of his now female rear as he moved...
When Jeff, and Heather's parents got to Uncle Charlie's everything was accompanied by a sense of strangeness, deja vu almost. Jeff had never been there before in his life, but if he looked at something long enough he almost had to block out the flow of memories which would wash through his mind. Even Uncle Charlie himself, a person Jeff may or may not have remembered had he met on the street a day ago, became familiar. Jeff was dazed by the whole experience. His daydreaming was cut short by his Uncle's voice...
"...do you remember that Heather?"
Jeff looked at the man for a few seconds before realizing that he was addressing him. "What was that? Sorry..."
"She was at a party last night, and I think she had one too many...", Heather's mom interjected.
"Or two or three...", her Dad continued.
Uncle Charlie chuckled, "She's an Allen alright. I was just remembering the time I took you to the fair when you were, what, six?"
Jeff looked at the man, not having the foggiest idea what he was talking about. And then, it happened... like someone turning on a movie projector Jeff's mind was filled with images of a young girl (himself) and her Uncle. The taste of cotton candy was in his mouth, and he could smell the diesel oil candy cane smell of the midway. Jeff felt a warm flow of hapiness come over him. He stared for a second, "Yeah... I remember it now."
"Well, they're tearing it down this summer for a housing developer. Too bad."
"No, really?" Jeff was feeling a sense of loss for a carnival he had never been to in his life.
"Yeah...", said his Uncle, and the conversation moved away to other things. Jeff was still shocked at the flow of memories that came from nowhere. All through dinner similar experiences occured to him, though none as intense as the memory of the carnival.
When they finally were leaving Jeff turned to look at Heather's Uncle. He felt such love for this man he barely knew. Without knowing why he jumped up and gave his Uncle a peck on the cheek, "I love you, Uncle Charlie."
His Uncle looked surprised, and waved goodbye.
Jeff wandered up to Heather's (his he thought for a brief second) room and got ready for bed. Though it was only 10 o'clock on a Saturday night the day had been very exhausting, and he was glad to be able to retreat to bed. He took off his skirt and clothes, keeping only his panties on, and carefully folded them. From another drawer he took out a lacy poet's shirt and put it on. He looked at his reflection in the mirror... still the same beautiful girl.
He couldn't stop himself from trying a few feminine poses in the mirror. He stood with one hand on his hip, then with his lips pouting, and then with his hands holding his hair up behind his head. I feel so pretty, he thought. His little show ended when he heard Heather's mom call from downstairs... "Heather, phone!"
Still enraptured by this sense of femininity and hapiness he picked up the receiver by his bed. "Hello..."
The voice on the other end was hesitant, "Hello... Heather... we need to talk."
Jeff felt cold shoot through his body, like someone had doused him with ice-water. He knew the voice. It was his own... Jeff didn't speak for almost a full minute. All the time he had been in his friend Heather's body it didn't occur to him that HIS body was still out there, somewhere...
The voice, his voice, spoke again... "Heather? Are you there?"
"Yes... Jeff?"
"Um, yeah... I guess."
"What's the matter?"
"I'm not sure. I haven't been feeling myself, so to speak."
Jeff was sure he had gone mad. Here he was, in the body of his best friend, having a conversation with himself. Or someone who sounded just like himself. Jeff listened to his voice continue, "Heather, can we get together, I need to talk to someone."
"Sure... when?"
"I can be over in ten minutes..."
"Make it twenty." Jeff put down the receiver, and thought about nothing at all for a while until he got up and put the outfit he had worn to Uncle Charlie's back on.
As strange as it had been to wake up in an alien body, of the opposite sex even, that experience seemed trivial to the feelings Jeff had while watching himself (or his body at least) pull up in his car and walk to Heather's door.
Both were atypically silent as they drove around. They drove to the beach, and the body Jeff had known so intimately until this morning turned off the engine.
"Heather...", the other Jeff started, "We have known each other for a long time, right?"
Jeff, the one in Heather's body answered, "Yes."
"So, I can tell you anything, and you won't think I'm nuts?"
"Of, course..."
Jeff's old body sighed, "Well, here goes... Heather, until this morning I think I was you... I know how crazy this sounds, but you have to believe me... I must be nuts."
Jeff looked at the image he had seen in the mirror his whole life, "Heather?"
His double looked like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, "Jeff? What the hell has happened?"
It made sense, in a crazy sort of way. He was in Heather's body, and it seemed Heather was in his. Jeff figured he had to be completely honest. So he told her the whole story, the cross-dressing, his fantasies, and his birthday wish. When he was finished he looked his face right in the eyes... "I'm so sorry. I hope you don't hate me..."
"No, how could you have known this would happen. It was a birthday wish, for christ's sake. I wish you would have told me about your... leanings... before. I would have been there for you. I guess it all makes sense now, not being able to set you up with girls..."
"So, what do we do now?"
"I don't know. Just continue living each other's lives until we can sort this out. Do you have... recollections... of things that you haven't done? Things that happened to me?"
"Yes... they come and go."
"Me, too. They seem to come strongest at times when I need to know something... I hope that will be enough to get us through any situation that requires excess information."
"What will we do in the long run?"
"I don't know. I think I'll check around some occult stores to see if anyone has information that can help."
They talked a bit more, but both were very tired, and decided to go home to sleep. As Jeff got out of the car Heather called to him, "Remember, though you may already know this, you have cheerleading practice on Monday. And homework in math. Oh, and I think Ryan was coming over tommorow night to watch a movie..."
"Yep, I already know all that. I don't know how, but I do. I guess I don't have to tell you what is on your calendar?"
"Nope, it's all in here", Heather said, pointing at what until recently had been Jeff's head, "I'll talk to you later, okay. Bye."
Heather drove off with Jeff's car and his body. Man, he thought, this is weird.
Jeff walked into the house, and from the silence could tell that Heather's Mom and Dad were asleep. He quietly slinked up the stairs, and for the second time that evening got dressed for bed. He got into the strange bed, pulled the covers up, and turned out the light.
He laid there, thinking about this incredible turn of events that life had thrown him. It was strange to believe this had all happened only that morning. In some ways it felt as though he had been this way all his life...
Heather had said to continue on as though nothing had happened until they figured something out. Laying there in the darkness Jeff realized something for the first time... What if there was nothing to figure out? What if this change was permanent? The memories he kept acquiring would make the transition be relatively easy, but was that what he wanted? Was it fair to Heather? As objective as he was trying to be, he couldn't deny that he liked, no LOVED, having this body. The tits, curves, the pussy... he wasn't sure he wanted to give them up. Just putting on the skirt and turtleneck that afternoon confirmed how much he enjoyed wearing girls' things, and now he had a body with which he could do it all the time. But it wasn't his body...
Jeff let the thoughts slip away, and stared into the darkness. His neck was very tense... this had been a stressful day. He reached up to massage it. As he did a warm sense of comfort washed over his body, and soon he was surprised to find that his had had worked it's ministrations down from his neck to his breast. I shouldn't do this, he thought, but the feeling was too wonderful. He took both hands now and massaged his new breasts. They felt as if each had a million little pleasure centres within, turned on and off by his touch. He pushed them together, squeezed them, lightly careesed them, played with his nipples... all the time eliciting physical responses he had never known before. As he played with what used to be his best friend's tits Jeff felt an eruption building within his body. Soon a virtual explosion of pleasure hit him, not once, not twice, but three times. Jeff had never felt anything like this as a man, and was slightly dazed by the female orgasms which had overtaken him.
Not satisfied with the experiments with his new body just yet, Jeff began to play with his breasts again. He needed none of the `down time' that he did when he masturbated as a boy... this body was rearin' to go again. While massaging a breast with one hand, he slowly crept his other towards his groin. The sensation of the silky panties he was wearing increased his arousal. He slipped his hand under the panties, and began to probe around his new sex. Slowly he inserted one, then two fingers into his vagina. He quickly found his clit, and began to massage it in concert with the massaging of his breast. While he did this the eruption of pleasure began to build once again, this time accompanied by mental images...
Jeff's head was filled with images of Ryan, Heather's boyfriend. At first he thought, `I'm not gay...', and pushed the images away. But they were persistent, and Jeff soon realized that by focusing on them his pleasure actually increased! He began to imagine (remember?) Ryan naked, and the sight of his hard cock. As his masturbatory pace quickened, Jeff fantasized about Ryan pumping his manhood deep into his new vagina, faster and faster...
Jeff was whisked away to a new plateau of pleasure. In his fantasy he screamed Ryan's name, and said `Fuck Me! Fuck me like the girl I am... the girl I want to be forever...'. The wave of pleasure hit again, this time a tsunami of epic proportions. Jeff shuddered as he lost count of the orgasms that shook him. When they finally died down, he was in a daze. He fell asleep with thoughts of Ryan's hard cock on his mind, and a smile on his lips.
Jeff woke up to a bright Sunday morning. He was confused for a moment, but soon gained his bearings. He got out of bed with a smile, and walked to the bathroom to have a shower. Pausing before he stepped into the warm stream of water he looked at himself in the mirror, he was still amazed at the body he now possesed (even if it was only for a short time). When done showering and towelling off his hair Jeff went back into his room to decide on an outfit to wear. Every Suday we dress in our best clothes, thought Jeff, that's the way we've always done it. And anyway, Ryan was coming over for dinner.
He selected a navy skirt, white blouse, navy stockings, and a pair of navy pumps. From his, or rather Heather's, lingerie drawer he selected the frilliest silk panty and bra set he could find, a matching white camisole and half slip, and a white lace garter belt. Jeff licked his lips in anticipation of stepping into these wonderful wisps of feminine finery.
Jeff put on each underthing slowy, almost excruciatingly, a strip tease in reverse, loving the sensation each garment caused on his skin. The garters were like second nature... he soon had the navy stockings rolled up his firm legs and fastened. He pulled up the skirt, tucked in the blouse, and adjusted his slip. Looking at himself (herself, he thought, it is a girl's body after all) in the mirror he decided to try wearing his hair up... and found it as yet another skill he had. He did his makeup, once again adjusted his clothes, and looked in the mirror.
Before him was such a vision of female perfection he could not believe it was his own reflection. Well, Heather's. Jeff felt a surge of feminine satisfaction with his appearance wash over his emotions. I love having tits and a pussy, and I wish I could stay this way forever, he thought as he closed his eyes. Maybe Heather will like being a boy...
He forgot about his little problem as he was caught up again in his reflection. Adjusting his breasts in the bra, and deciding everything was okay, he decided to go downstairs. Ryan, he thought to himself, you'll never knew what hit you...
Jeff caught a glimpse of himself as he walked by the hall mirror. This new body he was in, which was his friend Heather's until yesterday morning, moved with such feminine grace he was amazed. His outfit didn't hurt, either. Tight short navy skirt, white blouse, and underneath it all a selection of fine lingerie that felt sensuous against his soft skin. How could you not move like a woman when dressed like that?
Ryan, Heather's boyfriend, was at the door. He was coming to have Sunday dinner with the family, as he often did. Jeff greeted him at the door with a kiss, and instead of being repulsed by kissing another boy he actually liked it. As he was hanging up Ryan's coat he was making small talk, asking about work, his family, etc. Jeff hadn't known any of this information until moments before, but was now used to the flow of memories from Heather's life into his brain. Though he hadn't forgot that he was in fact Jeff, he had found himself feeling like Heather at times.
Dinner was pleasant, and conversation was easy. Jeff found that the more time he spent in this body the faster the memories came. While only yesterday at his Uncle Charlie's, rather Heather's Uncle Charlie's, there was often a lag between a comment and the associated memory. Thoughts now entered his mind so quick that they seemed as though they had been there all his life. The family ate dinner, sat around and talked a bit over coffee, and Heather and Ryan excused themselves to `go for a drive'...
They parked at a secluded spot where they often went. There was none of the awkward fumbling of a first time kiss between them, as Jeff felt very comfortable pressing his lips against Ryan's. Ryan's tongue soon searched out Heather's mouth, and Jeff was more than accomadating to his advances. Ryan's hands were massaging Heather's breasts, undoing her top, feeling her inner thigh -- Jeff was lost in a symphony of pleasure as his boyfriend (Heather's boyfriend he thought, though only for a second) explored his body. Jeff reached down to the impressive lump in Ryan's jeans, and freeing his penis from his Levi's began to caress it to full erection.
Jeff (or Heather, it was becoming hard to distinguish in Jeff's mind) slowly brought his now half-naked body down to a position where he was eye-to-eye, so to speak, with Ryan's member. Heather's perfect lips formed an `O' and wrapped themselves around Ryan's fully erect cock. Jeff licked up and down the shaft, increasing his tempo until his long blond hair was flailing wildly. Ryan brought his hand to the back of Heather's neck and caressed her hair. Jeff could feel Ryan tensing, but he knew he would take him in the mouth, as Heather always did. The hot cum exploded into his mouth, and Jeff sucked away every last drop. Heather, he thought, you nasty little girl...
Ryan played with Heather's breasts and pussy, preparing her for the main event, as he himself built up the energy to go on. Heather was totally naked now, except for the stockings and garter belt, which she kept on, knowing Ryan like it. Soon Ryan's penis was fully erect again, and they were ready to continue their lovemaking. Ryan remained seated, sliding to the passenger seat, while Heather mounted him. The pleasure of feeling Ryan penetrate Heather's pussy was multiplied for Jeff as he felt the wave of memories of past lovemaking enter his head. The two looked at one another, their eyes locked, Ryan's hands on Heather's hips, and began their slow gyration. Heather's firm, athletic body seemed to have been created for one purpose -- sex. The undulations of flesh as she slid up and down Ryan's impressive cock sent shocks of pleasure every- where in her body. Jeff's pleasure centre seemed to have overloaded. Their mvement increased in speed, faster, and faster. Jeff tightened Heather's pussy muscles as their movement intensified. "Oh Ryan, fuck me, harder, harder," Jeff screamed, "Yes, yes, I love you... I love you..."
The orgasm that shook Jeff was greater than any he had ever experienced, or had honestly thought possible. He seemed to black out for a brief second, lost in the pleasure, only to be brought back by the entirely new sensation of Ryan's cock shooting cum deep into his vagina. The two collapsed against one another, Ryan still inside Heather, and kissed for a while. Ryan looked at his girlfriend, "Heather, that was the best, ever..."
Jeff didn't reply, but merely smiled and kissed him again.
Jeff woke Monday morning feeling a torrent of emotion. He was very much enjoying his experience as Heather, but was screwing her boyfriend going too far? He decided to tell her, but at the right time. School itself had been a source of concern, as Jeff was wondering how he could pull off the charade, but Heather had been right about the memories. They came whenever Jeff needed to know something, to the point he was even answering questions and instigating discussion in class.
After school he found himself in the girl's locker room, getting ready for cheerleading practice. Any boy his age would have killed to be in this room, watching the best looking girls in school get dressed. Jeff found no such interest, hell, he WAS one of the best looking girls at school. His attention was focused on the uniform. He could not remember how many times he had dreamt of trying one on, and here he was pulling the short pleated skirt up his long silky legs. The top exposed a few inches of flat tummy, and Jeff was exhilarated with his appearance. Practice itself was tough, but Jeff loved every minute of it.
When practice was over a familiar face was waiting for him in the parking lot.
"How have things been going?," asked Heather. She was still in Jeff's body, as he was still in her's.
"Okay, actually," Jeff replied, "I haven't had any embarrasing pauses, the memories seem to be coming faster, actually..."
"Same here. I am going to drive to an occult store over in Rockford tomorrow and see if there is anything that can help us..."
"Yeah," said Jeff, barely containing the sadness in his voice. The thought that all this would have to end was one he didn't want to contemplate. He sat in silence for the rest of the ride home.
The rest of the week went by in a blur. Jeff didn't see Heather at all that week, and wondered what was happening with their `problem'. That became less of a concern as the week passed, and Jeff experienced more and more as Heather. Every day was an adventure, and Jeff loved playing the Heroine. The nights, well, they were good, too...
Soon it was Friday, and Jeff's highschool was playing football. Jeff was nervous, not about passing as Heather anymore, but just a general nervousness about his performance cheerleading. He had no reason to worry. The squad worked perfectly, cheering on the team to a 21-20 last second victory. Jeff was overwhelmed by the drama of the moment, and he and the other girls on the squad talked about it (that and the biological traits of some of the players) incessantly on the way back to their showers. When Jeff was cleaned, and in his civvies (he wore very short cutoff jeans, a sleeveless white blouse tied in a not over his belly button, and tan cowboy boots) he gathered his purse and went outside to find Ryan waiting for him.
They got into Ryan's car, and after a quick kiss drove to the reservoir, where the victory party would be happening. By the time they arrived it seemed every kid from school was there. Heather, being a cheerleader, was one of the centres of attention for people at parties. Jeff held tight to Ryan all the time, letting any guy know that she was content where she was. Finally, Ryan went to talk with some of his friends from the football team, and Jeff went to look for his friend Heather.
He looked far and wide, pausing to make small talk with people from school and making inquiries after `Jeff'. No one had really remembered seeing him, though one person did see his car in the parking lot. Jeff wandered over and, yes, recognized the old car. He was about to walk up to it when he saw the side door open, and his old body (now inhabited by Heather) get out. That would not have shocked him, but the next thing he saw did. Getting out after Heather, buttoning up her sweater was Cindy Mecklersberg! The girl who had a crush on me, Jeff thought. Heather and Cindy met in a passionate kiss for a moment, and she excused herself.
Jeff noticed Heather staring at Cindy as she walked away, and he knew that stare all too well -- the `checking out her ass' stare. He was in shock. He walked up behind Heather and spoke, "Nice ass, huh?"
"Yeah," Heather replied, distractedly, then spun to see who had spoke, "Oh Jeff... I... nothing happened... well, not too much..."
"I think we need to talk," said Jeff as they got into his old car.
"Well, when we last spoke I had planned to go and try to search out information on how to solve our problem, remember?" Heather asked, looking at Jeff.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Well, something came up, and next thing I knew I had to move it to the next day, and something else came up, and pretty soon it didn't seem that urgent. I figured I might as well try out how the other half lives, so to speak. And if what you told me about your crossdressing was true I thought, hey, you'll probably like the extra time with a girl's body.
"But as time passed I found that I was beginning to like being a guy. There were so many options I had that I never had as a girl... and my interests seemed to be changing..."
"How so?" Jeff asked.
"Well, for one I went to the gym on the membership I bought you for your birthday, and I loved it. I mean I had always liked working out in my old body, but now I had power... you know, just me and the weight. Listen to me, I'm even talking like a guy. And then there's Cindy..."
"No need to get into details...," Jeff said, "So, Heather, what are you trying to tell me..."
"Well...," she stammered, "I don't know, even to ASK is so selfish... but hey, I might as well just say it. Jeff, I want to remain a guy, if it's okay with you. Hey, who knows if there is anyway to fix this anyway. If it's not okay I'll scour every little shop in this part of the country to find an answer, but, really, I'd rather just stay a guy... if you don't mind being a girl..."
Jeff stared at his old body, and before speaking grabbed it in a hug and kissed Heather's cheek, "Oh yes... I'd been hoping... but yes, I'd love to be a girl forever... Heather, or I guess I should start calling you Jeff, you are the best friend in the world... are you sure?"
The new Jeff looked at the new Heather, "Hey, if you want those tits and that ass, they're yours!" He winked as both began to laugh.
Heather, the new Heather, looked at Jeff and spoke, "I do have one thing to tell you... I sorta slept with Ryan, a few times in fact."
"Hey," said Jeff, "He is your boyfriend."
"Yeah, he is, isn't he..." Heather said with a smile.
The rest of the party went along wonderfully. Heather caught up with Ryan, and dissappeared into his car for a while, and Jeff and Cindy continued to explore one another in his car. Heather and Jeff remained good friends, often double dating with Heather's long-time boyfriend and Jeff's new girlfriend. Socially Heather remained as popular as ever, while Jeff was no longer just `Heather's friend'. He had begun to work out, and soon the fruits of his work ethic appeared. Girls began to notice him, and when Cindy and he broke up he played the field quite widely.
It was a warm night in July, and Heather was getting ready for her birthday party. She had only had one eight months ago, but that was in her old body. She stood there, clad only in panties and a bra, and surveyed the image. Long blond hair curled down to her perfect shoulders, her legs long, sleek, and supple, her hips lucious curves, her breasts firm and full. With on hand on her hip she was a vision of complete femininity, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She looked at the mirror and softly said "Happy Birthday, Heather", and turned to get dressed. She had to get ready Ryan, Jeff, and some new girl Jeff was dating would be here to pick her up at any minute.
THE END