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EnglishON THE BEACH: A STORY OF TRANSFORMATIONBrenda picked me up early the day we began our remarkable trip to thebeach. I really didn't know what to expect from this because even though Ilusted mightily for her, she had shown little romantic interest in me. Wegot to our hotel room that evening, and after we had unpacked and werepreparing to go for a walk, Brenda sat down on the bed with a mysteriouslook in her eye. She said, "You've always been good to me and I want to dosomething for you that I know you'll enjoy." She reached into her purseand 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!," shereplied. Trusting her, I took it dry as Brenda watched with a mischievouslook of satisfaction on her face. "Now, let's go take a walk!" Since itwas still warm outside, I pulled off my sleeveless T-shirt and prepared togo with just my shorts on. Brenda stopped me and said, "Um...I think itwould be better if you wore a shirt." "How come?," I asked. "Um, 'causeyou never if it might get cold while we're out there," she said, and thenadded under her breath with a giggle, "And you might come back withsomething you didn't go out with!" I looked at her strangely, but put myshirt back on, anyway. Ten minutes later we were walking hand in hand onthe beach looking at the starry sky. I asked her again about the pill thatI had taken, but she just shook her head and said, "Let's just say, beready for anything!"We were silent for a while until suddenly I began to feel strange. Mystomach began to cramp and I felt like my insides were on fire! I gotreally dizzy and sat down with a moan on a log in the sand. "Somethingwrong?," Brenda said. I tried to describe my sick feeling to her, but forsome reason, my voice kept cracking embarrassingly, and the description Irelated to her came out half baritone, and half high-pitched soprano. Brenda peered at me closely through the dim light and smiled..."Right ontime!," she said, clapping her hands happily; "Hang on...It'll be over injust 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 tinglysensation that had started deep inside me began to grow in intensity andspread 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 tickledthe back of my neck when I moved my head, and when my hands shot up toinvestigate, I found that my new hair was thick and soft, and had the silkyquality only found in girls! As the tingling grew greater, my hands soughtout my face, and I was shocked to find no beard as I normally would, butsoft, cool feminine skin instead. Panicked, I turned to Brenda and said inmy new voice, "Brenda! What did you do?!!" She ran her hands through mynew thick tresses and said, "Shhh...I'm turning you into a pretty girl forthe weekend...You'll love it!" She took my hands away from my face gentlyand motioned me with her head to look down. I felt I must be dreaming, forthere, unfolding in front of my eyes was a perfect woman's body with longshapely legs, curving hips, and firm rounded breasts. I ran my hands overmy new body in disbelief as the tingling sensation subsided, pausing as Ireached my delicate bosom. The stiff, pretty nipples protruded through thethin material Çankaya Rus Escort (http://www.ankararusescort.com/ad-category/cankaya-escort/) of my tank top, and when I pinched them lightly with mysuddenly slim, long-nailed fingers, it sent an electric shock of passionthroughout my body. My hands travelled down again, feeling the smallnessof my waist and the soft but firm flatness of my woman's belly. I tracedthe curve of my round hips and the soft skin of my hairless legs inamazement. As I petted myself, I realized that a moist warmth was buildingup between my legs that I was dying to investigate. I nearly dropped mynow-baggy shorts to see if I was really a complete girl, but I realizedthat Brenda was sill watching me with amusement and satisfaction. A newsense of "female" modesty kept me from exploring any further."I can't believe this," I said in my new soft soprano. "How does itfeel?," Brenda questioned with a sly grin on her face. "Like I'm me, butnot me," I said, marvelling at the sensuality of my female voice. Shelaughed, "Well, Karen, my girl, let's go back up to the room where we canget a better look at you...I can already see that I'm going to have somestiff competition with you in that form, because from what I can see inthis light, you are at least as pretty as me, if not moreso!" I shook myhead again in wonder as all the feminine sensations of a woman that I hadonly dreamed about suddenly asserted themselves. Brenda pulled me to my feet, and I looked around at the world for thefirst time from the perspective of about a 5"3' beautiful woman. The wholesensation of movement was wonderful as I felt the wind in my hair, the sexybounce of my unencumbered breasts, and the tingly sting of sand as it blewagainst the sensitive skin of my pretty legs. I took Brenda's hand as weneared 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 Irealized for the first time the reality of the situation. As we came upthe walk to the hotel, she said, "Now, you need to walk a little slower andhold your shoulders up. There's nothing wrong with letting your prettyhips sway a little bit!" I tried to do as she asked, allowing my walk tobecome more reflective of my dainty feminine appearance. As we walked intothe harsh light of the lobby, I realized the provocativeness of the way Iwas dressed. My T-shirt was very revealing and nearly see-through,appropriate for the strapping man that had walked out of the hotel, butshameless for the bouncy-breasted maiden who came back in. I felt my faceget hot with a blush as I became aware of the appreciative stares I wasdrawing from the male guests. Thankfully, the elevator opened almost atonce, and we found ourselves alone inside it. I watched as Brenda lookedme over carefully. "My God, you're perfectly beautiful," she said inexcitement, grasping me by my bare soft arms. "Your boobs are perfect andyour legs go on forever!" She grinned with pride as I couldn't think ofanything 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 avision of feminine perfection. 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I experienced the limitations of a woman's strength then as shegently but firmly pushed me away. "Karen," she said with a happy butserious smile, "I'm not really into homosexuality, and you don't haveanything between those gorgeous legs of yours that would make me want youright now." I realized that she was right, but having not seen orexperienced the sensation of having a vagina, I still wanted her eventhough she was now the same sex as I. "If you want to go all the way inthat package, it's going to have to be done with a man," she said. Thiswas something that I hadn't considered before, and I just wasn't sure Iwanted to. Brenda, I think, guessed my situation, and said, "Why don't youtake a shower and, if you're willing, I'll help dress you up and see if wecan'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 eagerlylocked the door. I bent down with my new breasts swaying and turned on thewater. I quickly pulled down my shorts and looked at that which made metruly female. It was perfect! Surrounded by a small thatch of black pubichair and in beautiful proportion with my lovely thighs, my vaginapractically begged to be caressed. I reached for it with a long nailedfinger and found myself to be wet with anticipation. With my fingerdiscovering new ways to arouse myself from the inside, I stepped into theshower and allowed the water to pelt against my sexy body. I rubbed myselfsensually all over and sat down on the edge of the tub. With a slowsensual 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 electricitythroughout my girlish self, and found that I was audibly groaning in sultryfemale whispers. Amazed at the wonder of it all, I let my exploration getmore daring. I increased the speed of my finger on my clitoris and kneadeda ripe breast with the other hand. As I plunged my finger in and out ofmyself, I found that my body was beginning to quiver uncontrollably. Inecstasy, I realized that I was about to climax in a woman's body for thefirst time. The intensity of my building orgasm nearly overwhelmed me asmy right hand alternated between my breasts, squeezing them roughly andforcefully. Suddenly, I felt total release as my feminine body bolted, ahigh-pitched cry of passion issuing forth from my mouth. Wave after waveof electricity rolled through me as my orgasm reached its apex. Never as aman had I experienced such utter delight! As I thrashed my head in rhythmwith my undulating hips, I found myself wishing to experience Etimesgut Rus Escort (http://www.ankararusescort.com/ad-category/etimesgut-escort/) this feelingagain with a man!Weak-kneed and flushed from my experience, I got out of the shower andwrapped a towel around my petite body, tucked in conveniently around mybreasts. Brenda was waiting for me outside, and her smile told me that sheknew and understood what had just happened to me. "Well?," she said. Isighed heavily and grinned..."Let's go get picked up!" She smiled andtouched my still moist shoulder, "I thought you might feel that way...Tellyou what, why don't you let me take a shower while you see if you canfigure out how to get into the clothes I picked out for you." I lookedover on the bed and saw a beautiful and sexy set of lingerie and stockingslaid out for me. I nodded, and she squeezed my hand and disappeared intothe bathroom. I dropped my towel away from my still warm body and setabout putting on the lingerie she had picked out. I slipped a lacy blackgarter belt over my tiny waist and drew on a matching pair of panties. Thefeel of their perfumed silkiness around my hips caused me to shake my headagain in delighted wonder. Next, I leaned down and sensually pulled up apair of black nylons over my shapely legs, my breasts making contact withthe top of my thighs as the stockings came up, causing my nipples tostiffen yet again. I attached the nylons to my garter belt and felt theincredibly arousing pull of the straps against the backs of my bottomcheeks as I walked over to the mirror for another look. I toplesslyinspected the wet-haired nymph that gazed back at me with happiness beforeenclosing my beautiful bosom in a strapless push-up bra that forced mybreasts against each other, creating a beautiful crease of cleavage. I wasdrying my long black hair, clad only in my lingerie, when Brenda came outof the shower. She looked me over approvingly and cocked her head in asassy way. "You are going to make one hell of a slutty tease in thatoutfit! You ready to see a lot of bulges in men's pants!" I crossed mylegs and cupped a breast with my hand, licked my lips sexily and said, "Ibeg your pardon...I'm no slut!," and thrust a shoulder out provocatively. She laughed loudly, telling me that she hoped my virginity wasn't avaluable thing to me. I sat in a chair at the makeup table while Brenda teased my hair intofluffy sexiness, little punky bangs poofing up from my luminous eyes. Shemade up my face with blusher, mascara and a deep red lipstick, and thenturned her attention to my nails, turning them into sexy, spiky red claws. She did herself then while I stepped into a tight green sleeveless minidress 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 whilepracticing walking in them.We walked out of our room and headed for the hotel nightclubdownstairs. I felt totally feminine in my tight dress and heels, myperfume making my head spin a little bit. In the half-filled club, maleeyes sought us out with lust as we perched on a bar stool with our prettylegs crossed. For the next hour, I laughed, danced and flirted like anormal girl, men practically throwing themselves at me, compliments beingshowered on me like rain! I felt my first attraction for a man during myfirst slow dance. Jonathon was a muscular, intelligent man with strongarms that wrapped me up tightly and led me around the floor to the slowbeat. As the song was nearing its end, I laid my head on his broadshoulder as his hand gently stroked the sensitive skin of my back. Ilooked up at him through what I hoped were bedroom eyes and sighed as heturned me gently but forcefully in his arms. His finger traced the curveof my chin and tilted my face up to his. The woman I had become meltedinto his arms as our soft lips locked into a soulful and passionate kiss.